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This story is No. 2 in the series "Hunting the Night". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Buffy has had an odd visitor. and she's baaack, now she needs the Slayer's help. Xander needs Buffy too, but for far different reasons! A team of heroes has been assembled, God help them.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Literature > Vampire/Supernatural > Dracula
Multiple Crossings > Buffy-Centered
ArjaiHFR183865,43702927,08717 Nov 082 May 09Yes

Chapter17: Dark Interlude


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.

“Spoken Word”

*Private Thought*

#Mental Communication#

##Slayer Dream##

Chapter17: Dark Interlude


The Chinaman frowned. The frown terrified the old men who stood before his desk. The priest of the Aztec god of death, the old voodoo bokar, and the Indian demon understood that his displeasure meant that someone or something would suffer the torment of the damned.

“A wild card has been introduced into the mix. I sense a great magical presence has entered this realm. Within it I sense both a great capacity for darkness, and a great capacity for light. What bothers me is that I cannot pinpoint the being bearing this power! Whatever shields this being bears are overpowering,” the oriental raged! He pointed at the demon, “Use your abilities beast, infiltrate these so-called Nighthunters. Find this being and eliminate it, or suffer my displeasure.”

The demon bowed deeply, it’s features crawling into a new form. Gone was the old Hindu, and in his place stood a young dark haired man with strong features and dark eyes. “Your will be done Master,” he said softly.

The Chinaman waved his hand in dismissal, and the demon left on his mission without another word.

Rising from his seat the Chinaman next faced the priest of Mictlantecuhtli. “Is everything ready in the Tower of the Eagles,” he demanded?

“Si master! The Bat Lord and Lady await the Nighthunters and their lackeys. The dead of Mexico City shall feast on their entrails,” chortled the wizened figure in the feathered robe. “The Cloak of Eagles shall be yours! The last priest of Quetzalcoatl will die by my hand and the guardians of the cloak will be destroyed with him.”

The master snarled, “Fail me priest and you will meet your godling first hand!” He waved his hand again, and the old priest bowed ands left.

When he was gone the Chinaman turned to Papa Shengo, “Watch them carefully old friend, the demon is a fool, a useful fool, but a fool none the less. The priest on the other hand is ambitious. He is smart, but not wise. He craves power, and thinks that he can replace me, more the fool he. Angelus, and Darla will be with you this time. Angelus is expendable, Darla is not! She will be needed in the next phase of our plans. See to it that they both survive if possible, if necessary sacrifice Angelus he is the lesser of the two in my plans.” Again with a wave of his hand, he dismissed his servant.

The Chinaman smiled, until the Great Dragon had come to him, he had become a cliché, just another Chinese warlord under the thumb of the Emperor. He the great Fu Manchu, reduced to a simple warlord. It was unthinkable! The Dragon Fafnir had found him in his mountain stronghold cursing his lot, and made him the offer, ultimate power would be his! All he had to do was gather a few paltry items from guarded places, items that the dragon said it needed to return him to its own world, the world it had been ripped from by the Nazi occultists.

He knew that the dragon was planning to betray and destroy him once he obtained the items, but he also knew that if he collected the items that the dragon would never see them. HE would use the items to destroy the dragon, and gain the ultimate power for himself.

In another place gazing into a mirror another figure watched both the Chinaman, and the Dragon, both were pawns in HIS plans. The White One chuckled.

Author’s note: Just a short Chapter using a friends computer here in Michigan’s wild tundra, dodging polar bears, and snow snakes. I update as I can. Wheels within wheels, sub-plots within sub-plots.

ArjaiH (RJH)
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