Inspired by re-reading Girl Genius
and this fic
, I present a re-imagining of our favorite series in a reality of steam and dark sorcery...
Anne Summers whipped her sabre through the neck of one of Count Von Zandt's minions. The half-vampire half-mechanical spider--what did you call those things? spidertaurs? sampires?--dissolved into ash and brass flakes as slayer strength and Toledo steel severed its armored spine. The Count himself rolled in agony, his vast ironclad bulk cracking with the stress as his engines exploded. The pretender to the undead throne of London less ashed than exploded in a cloud of fiery debris. Anne ducked a stray bit of shrapnel.
"Some, argh, help here?" A hand waved from beneath an overturned sarcophagus.
"I told you to be adjacent to the fray!" Anne levered the mass of cracked marble off "Xander" Harris.
"I had him at my mercy," insisted her boon companion, brushing dust off his peaked cloth cap. "This was, uh, shamming as part of my master plan."
"Of course." Anne grinned. "Although your scheme to sneak holy water into the Count's boilers worked."
"At your service, my lady." Xander sketched a bow. "No one messes with Anne the Vampire Slayer and Xander the Great--ow, ribs, ow."
"We should examine you on the ship." Sir Rupert Giles emerged from the shadows, dispatching a crippled minion with a stake-dart from a pepperbox pistol. "Anne. Five minutes. You were a little off the pace."
"I am going to slay," Anne grumbled, "that stupid pocketwatch of yours."