Chapter 15: Having A Ball, Wish You Were…
Disclaimer: Xander, Buffy, and anyone or anything else that pertains to BtVS belongs to Joss Whedon. Dracula belongs to the estate of Bram Stoker, or Francis Ford Coppola, or someone I think.
Larry Talbot, the Frankenstein Monster, and some others may belong to Universal Pictures.
NCIS belongs to Belisarius Productions, and CBS.
Ghost rider belongs to Marvel Comics, Dimension Films, Crystal Sky Entertainment, Columbia Pictures, and Sony (Whew!), and was played to perfection by Nicholas Cage!
OCs belong to me, and as always I remain…the man behind the curtain.
Ch. 15: Having A Ball, Wish You Were…
Slippin' away, sittin' on a pillow
Waitin' for night to fall
Girl in a dream, sittin' on a pillow
This is the night
We're going to the celebrity ball
Artists: Uriah Heep (band)
Sir Wesley came through with not only invitations, but ID’s for ALL of Team Slayer!
As the party entered the Royal Ballroom the seneschal announced “Mr. Alexander L. Harris, North American motion picture representative of Heartsblood International Studios, and his bride Bethany Murray-Harris. Ms. Drusilla Harris and her escort Doctor Donald Mallard M. D., Sgt. Major J. L. Gibbs Ms. Bethany Grace-Gibbs, and Sir Wesley and Lady Sarah Wyndam-Pryce”
He announced the next group to arrive,” Mr. Jonathon V. Draco and Mrs. Billie Murray-Draco, for Heartsblood International Studios, and Heartsblood Publishing, Ltd., Mr. Quincy Harker II, and Mrs. Jeanne Christian Harker, of Harker Cross Ltd., Mr. Lawrence Talbot, Managing Director, of Heartsblood International, America, and Ms. Felicia Vander Hagen. ”
One of the young queen's favorite performers Jamila Hathor, a famous vocalist, and her accompanists provided the entertainment.
The rest of Team Slayer, and Nighthunter were throughout the palace acting as servants MI-5 guard, and Royal House Guards.
Wesley appeared to be very happy to introduce everyone to the young Queen Victoria, and the Queen was happy to receive people she judged to be of her own age. She seemed to be a very down to earth person, and though protocol forbade getting too chummy, she smiled a lot and was very gracious.
The evening went well, and Buffy was hoping that they were wrong about the target. That hope lasted until just before midnight. The ruckus started in the kitchen, to be precise it started when three of the huge kitchen windows were shattered and three horrendous creatures entered. The beasts were gargoyles. These were not three Saturday morning friendly cartoon type gargoyles; they were three flesh and blood winged demons! Their skin was a putrid grayish purple their eyes were glowing yellow, and they were out for blood. Most of the kitchen staff panicked. Most but not all. Two of the newer waiters stood their ground. Suddenly both ripped off their aprons, and jackets one wore. The taller of the two wore a black leather shirt, and pants, the other wore nothing but his loose fitting trousers. The shorter of the two let out a howl, and the taller stepped into the shadows and burst into flames! The lights in the palace went out floor by floor wing by wing.
The flaming waiter whispered through his now fleshless mouth, “Terrible mistake, y’all.”
Oz shifted into the form of a huge black wolf, and charged at one of the creatures that had just shredded a young waiter with his claws, and teeth. The poor young man’s blood and bodily fluids slicked the monster’s body. The black wolf sank his teeth into the creatures left shoulder tearing out a huge chunk of flight muscle. The crippled gargoyle let out a shrill scream. Oz stood at bay ready to strike again.
On the other side of the room. One of the older chefs stood in front of his apprentices holding a large bloody meat cleaver in one hand and a butcher’s knife in the other. The older man was bleeding heavily, from wounds that would probably soon prove to be fatal. Still he protected his ‘children’ with his life. The monster he was facing had wounds on both chest and face from his efforts. They were not by any means severe, but they were annoying. He glared at the chef with his baleful yellow eyes as he raised one clawed hand to strike his killing blow. A fiery chain snaked out catching the beast a around the neck, jerking it close to the hellish face of the Ghost Rider.
“Beast that you are you still have a soul. Isn’t that interesting.” The sound of the flaming skull’s voice was terrifying, but staring into his eyes was the ultimate horror! All of the creatures past cruelties, all of its terrible murders, the pain caused by its monstrous appetites were visited back it, threefold. The monster fell to the floor catatonic, its mind and body shattered, and it turned first to stone, and then crumbled into ash.
In the meantime oz had sunk his teeth into the other gargoyles throat his claws leaving long, deep scratches on the creatures torso, as he pressed the attack. To be sure he was wounded as well, but he unlike the monster he fought, he was regenerating.
Ghost Rider turned to the third monster.
IN THE MAIN BALLROOM:
Buffy and Mina organized their party into a circle around the young queen. Xander had armed himself and his bride with long swords that hung on the ballrooms walls. Jethro had been handed a Berretta 9mm by Sir Wesley who also held a similar weapon. Lady Sarah held a Sig Saur and stood next to Victoria. The young queen and armed herself with a sabre.
“I do have hobbies, dear,” she said to Lady Sarah, “fencing, shooting, and archery. Father always joked that I would be Britain’s first Warrior Queen in over two centuries!”
The group was encircled by a host of zombies, and vampires.
Xander shouted, “Go for decapitation if possible! It works on both of these type things!” Then the battle commenced!
On Buffy’s right was her husband on her left stood Sir Wesley. On Xander’s right stood Drusilla who had armed herself with an axe, next to her stood Jethro. Mina and Vlad stood side by side on the other side of Sir Wesley. Elizabeth Bathory held the position next to Jethro. Ducky stood behind the special agent armed with both sword, and revolver his medical bag at his feet.
In a nearby hallway Ziva was organizing stray guardsmen, and MI-5 agents, Behind her Abby, and her sexy Grandmama stood ready to cast their spells, both held short swords. The Destroyer stood beside Ziva holding a huge oaken table leg in his right hand, and a wooden stake in his left. Several more stakes were hidden throughout his clothing. To hell with being a damned waiter he had spent the night carving stakes for himself, and the girl he had begun to care for.
In both locations battle was soon joined.
Buffy was face with déjà vu. Before her stood the disgusting form of Heinrich Joseph Nest, ‘The Master’, as he liked to call himself.
“Oh, man,” she moaned.
Then simultaneously she and Xander said together, “You STILL have fruit punch mouth!”
Then she growled, “I dusted your evil ass in my dimension, and pounded your bones to dust. And I’m gonna do it here to!” Then to everyone’s surprise she dropped her sword! She raised her hands above her head. When she lowered them she held the ‘Slayer’s Scythe’.
“When the music stops,” she whispered, “the rest is silence. Thanks Merrick.”
Nest stepped back into the massed horde snarling orders in German and was quickly replaced at the fore by several vampires.
“Let me introduce my wife: This ladies and gentlemen is the one the only Buffy THE Vampire Slayer, yeeeha” Xander shouted to all and sundry!
With that the shit hit the fan. The gun wielders aimed for the head of the zombies and those with edged weapons decapitated as many as possible. They fought on in silence for a long time. The black leather clad figure of the master leapt over the heads of the first row of vampires and zombies as well as the party’s landing in front of Victoria!
Lady Sarah shot him in the knee and he brutally batted her aside with his fist. She collapsed with a broken neck.
Ducky turned and ran Nest through with his sword, causing the ‘Master’ to be distracted.
Glaring at the monster in royal distain and the fury of righteous anger Victoria the Second, Reigning Queen of England, Scotland, and Wales slashed with her sabre. The head of the ‘Master flew off landing next to Buffy. Ducky dropped next to the monsters body and using his sword remove the monster’s heart. He moved quickly to Lady Sarah's side but could do nothing.
Suddenly the team noticed that the zombies were deserting the battle leaving the few vampires left to face the wrath of the defenders of the queen.
IN THE HALLWAYS:
The battle was thick with vampires, zombies, and a few were-beasts led from the rear by a wild eyed master vampire with shaggy black hair. He was dressed in the ragged and bloodstained finery of Post Renaissance France. This creature did not just have fangs all of his teeth were elongated, and wolf-like. He was Le Conte Giles de Rais, master vampire, child murderer, and cannibal. Once a noble of the court of King Philip of France during the time of Joan de Arc.
Connor and Ziva cut a bloody swath through the packed ranks of the enemy and were soon joined by Doctor Hall. The Ripper was only using his lancet and scalpel as he bobbed and wove through the battle always know just where to strike, just where to cut. If Jack was a delicate efficient killer, Connor was a sledgehammer, but no less lethal. Ziva struck like a cobra, she was a blur of action, and reaction. Finally she cornered the French vampire. She struck him a telling blow with his blade, but he was able to grab her shoulder and pull her to him. He drove his teeth into her neck. She struggled to no avail. Then he was ripped from her, and thrown into the wall with such force that the sound reverberated throughout that wing of the palace.
“Doctor Hall!” shouted Connor. “Please?”
When the doctor got to them Connor turned the wounded Israeli Sabra over to him. He stalked over to de Rais, who was just rising from the floor.
Connor was gone and in his place stood the Destroyer. His oaken club came down shattering the French vampires left knee. The club rose again repeating its previous destruction on the right knee.
A stake was literally thrown into the heart of the monster driving in until the point came out his back. The Destroyer snatched up Ziva’s fallen sword, and slashing once decapitated de Rais. Stalking down the hallway he carried both head and body to the nearest of the palaces huge fireplace. Tossing the Frenchman’s remains into it. With the help of Hanna Ashford, he lit the centuries old corpse afire. Cremating the remains thoroughly.
IN THE KITCHEN:
More of the gargoyles had entered through the shattered window. And even Oz and Johnny were hard put to fight them off. Until that is they were joined by Doctor Burkle who was armed with a short sword, and a British Army submachine gun! Larry, Felicia, and Jamila were there as well. The three shape-shifters attacked with a will. Blood and ichor mingled on the floors, walls, and cabinets of the room.
When the battle was finally over the sun was just beginning to peak through the windows. The bodies of three of the human waiters, the old chef, and sadly the nude body of Felicia were laid out on the metal tables of the room. Tears of grief in his eyes Larry covered her with a white damask table cloth The were-tigress was found with her throat, and heart torn out in a corner surrounded by a mound of gargoyle bodied three feet high. The beast that killed her lay next to her, her claw and tooth marks were all over his dead body.
The night of the Royal Ball had cost both sides dearly. Sir Wesley mourned his beautiful wife Sarah. Ziva would live but would be out of action for some time. Felicia Vander Hagen The lady, AND the tiger had finally earned her redemption. Oz though he was regenerating would be out of action for days. Xander had two broken ribs, and a broken arm. Gibbs had a cut over one eye, and Abby had been bitten by a vampire though it was by no means fatal, Marie Laveau had seen to that! Still, the Queen lived, and not been taken hostage. It was all in all still a bitter success for Team Slayer and Nighthunter.
“What have you brought me Shengo,” asked the Chinaman?
“My minions were quite successful Master. I have brought you both the Amulet know as the ‘Heart of the Ptolemy’s’ and the ‘Scepter of Sheba’,” said the old bokor.
“Excellent, you have done well once again,” the sinister mandarin was quite pleased. “You may have the corpse of the girl on the bed for your…experiments, and the choice of twelve of the slaves to replace some of your losses at the palace. Others can be replaced from the graveyards at our next location, Mexico City, but I know that you do like ‘fresh’ meat for the Juju zombies.”
“You honor me my Lord,” said the old man his eyes down cast and he bowed.
“Continue to serve me well, and your rewards will know no bounds. Now, go” The Chinaman rose from behind the desk. Once the bokor had gone, he added, “Until I don’t need you anymore.”
(Author’s Note): I will continue and finish this story, but not at the rate I have been. My mother is having heart surgery in Michigan on the 17th of December, and I will be leaving tomorrow, the 16th to be there and care for her over the next few months. I have a sad little laptop and will try may best to write on that and use WiFi to send chapters in at a fairly decent rate. Wish me luck. And if you believe in prayer (I do) pray for my mom. She lost her beloved husband of 60 years, my dad, last April.