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The Slayer And The Nosferatu

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Summary: Buffy went to Heaven. Max's trapped in hell. As close to romance as you can get with a Nosferatu.

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Games > Horror > World of DarknessTurelFR1513640165110 Feb 0710 Feb 07Yes
Title: The Slayer and the Nosferatu

Crossover with: Vampires The Masquerade: Bloodlines.

Description: Buffy and Max....sitting in a tree....Not kissing, because Max's all gross......

Notes: Based off the Anarch ending, I forget what generation your character is in the game, but we'll just say seven, kay? For the record, in The White Wolf universe, Dracula is a 5th generation Tzimisce. Just for future reference.

Disclaimer: Buffy is owned by Joss Whedon and Vampire: The Masquerade is owned by White Wolf, same goes for Vampire The Masquerade: Bloodlines
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Buffy and Max, sitting in a tree, not kissing actually, because Max was a Nosferatu and all gross.

"So then, the Vampires I fight every day are just a magical cover-up to keep the supernatrual world at large from learning the truth about Vampires?" She said, followed by a gasp for air.

"Yep. Oh yeah and Elvis?"

"Yeah?"

"Tzimisce."

"....What?"

"Long Story."

Max looked out from his vantage point over Sunnydale.

"So, this is the Hellmouth? Gotta say, not impressed."

Buffy raised her eyebrow. "I'll have you know, the Hellmouth is a massive threat to the world at large. Infact, I just killed myself in order to stop my sister from ripping the fabric of the Universe apart."

"Nice. I just blew up a Third Generation vampire to keep him from killing me, my whole clan, and inslaving humanity."

"I fought Dracula."

"Could he mold flesh and bones like clay?"

"No...."

"Wasn't Dracula."

"You're different."

"I'm a sexy beast in any genepool."

"Not just your looks, your whole personality. You're a different person."

Max looked down at his misshapen arms.

"Going through this." He said, gestureing to his face. "Changes a man. In ways you couldn't imagine."

She took his gnarled hand in hers. His flesh was rough and cold. He looked deep into his eyes. His eyes were the same. The same deep blue. She so wanted to kiss him. Hug him, tell him it was okay, in the past hour, she had fallen in love all over again. But....she couldn't. She wouldn't.

This was the true curse of The Nosferatu.

"I...." She began.

"Yes?"

"I died, like three times. I sent my vampire boyfriend to hell, and my pinky toe is really long. It's kinda creepy."

"I died. Once. And I've never stopped. I really liked this chick, turns out she was a pychopath with multiple personality disorder. She nearly killed me. I have a really huge pimple on my back."

"One of my friend's a werewolf, another is a witch."

"I can't eat solid food."

"I was in Heaven."

"I'm still in Hell."

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