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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.

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Literature > Vampire/Supernatural > Dracula
Multiple Crossings > Buffy-Centered
ArjaiHFR183865,43702926,81717 Nov 082 May 09Yes

Chapter18: Lunch Break

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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##

Chapter18: Lunch Break

Willow sat staring in wonder at the multitude of supernatural beings spread before her in the room. Vampires, were-creatures of many species, a living mummy, an avatar of an Egyptian goddess, Jack-The-Ripper no less, and even a few witches were evident. All these mingled with several ‘normal’ humans, and a Slayer. The news that Buffy and Xander were now MARRIED had not completely sunk in yet. She was on information overload. Sub-consciously she knew she should be angry at them, but they seemed so damned happy, and she had only put up a token fuss when they had finally told her. True she had accidentally changed the grey marble walls of the Heartsblood building to a particularly brilliant pulsating red, fortunately the effect was temporary and only effected the interior walls. The only other effect was that whenever Xander or Buffy spoke, pale yellow bubbles came out of their mouths, but that only lasted for about 45 minutes, Actually she was happy for them, but just a little jealous too. They had found their soul-mate, and she had lost her Tara. Oddly the Tara of this world had died young too, she had checked as soon as she saw that Wesley and Fred were still alive here. Tara Maclay had died of a gunshot wound three years before in a convenience store holdup in Star Valley, California three years before. She had been the store clerk, not the robber. The robber was killed by the police in a shootout two days later, his name was, strangely enough, Ethan Rayne.

She stepped outside to get some air, to clear her head so to speak. She knew her shields were leaking, but she had begun to repair them as she walked through the spacious lobby and out the out the revolving door. All in all it had been a lot to take in, but she felt that under the circumstances she had done so admirably! She confidently stepped on to the sidewalk and slammed full force into another pedestrian, knocking both of them to the pavement! The other person rose quickly to his feet and offered her a hand up. He was tall dark and very handsome.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t looking and I apologize,” they both said at the same time. Willow blushed, and the man laughed. He had sensed her power before her shields had closed completely. This tiny slip of a girl was the being his master feared, the one he had sent him to devour. Ha! This would be child’s play!

“Are you injured,” he asked.

“Only my pride,” she answered. Something was off, the Red Witch could sense it, but she decided to play along.

“I am Mahadev Chandra , and I am your humble servant,” he said in a suave tone.

“I am Willow Rosenberg, and am thoroughly charmed,” she answered, trying to figure out the game.

“I would like to make it up to you, may I take you to lunch,” he asked? He was exerting all of his power of attraction. He was certain that she would be no match for a Rakshasa of his venerable age. Power she may have, but she was too young to have much experience.

“Well, I don’t know,” she temporized. “My friends don’t know where I am, but …”

“I promise to have you back in no more than an hour. Have you ever tasted the cuisine of India?” he asked.
She shook her head no.

“It is to die for,” he said. “There is a little restaurant nearby. Would you like to try it?”

“Yes, please,” she said with a grin.

“It’s just this way follow me,” he said as he stepped into the alleyway.

Willow prepared her spells as she followed him. She had felt his probes, and his attempts at beguilement.

Halfway down the alley he turned to her and took her hand. Once he felt that she must be under his thrall he assumed his true form. Shaggy, greasy purplish haired, burning eyes and misshapened jaws gaping wide with sharp snaggled teeth, he faced her.

Then she softly spoke only one word, “Burn!”

The greenish yellow fire first began on the hand he was holding quickly spreading to the rest of his body. He started to scream.

“Silence,” she commanded, and though he continued to scream no one heard them.

Soon it was over nothing remained of the thousand year old demon save a small pile of purplish gray ash.

Willow shook her head sadly, turned on her heal and returned to the front of the Heartsblood Building.

Xander and Buffy were there waiting for her.

“Ready for lunch Wills, Mina says there's a great southern style cafeteria about a block west of here” asked Xander?

“Yup, that definitely sounds better than Indian food,” she nodded.

He looked at her questioningly, and she just said, “never mind, lets go.”

“We need to talk,” said Buffy. “We are in a real war here and I need to know if you want to be part of the team.”

“If I WANT too,” Willow said in an incredulous tone! “I wouldn’t pass it up for the world! These past few years I have been playing nursemaid to a bunch of baby slayers, and a spoiled self-centered cheating brat who claimed to love me. I have been using my magic for little unimportant things just to keep for bursting into flames. This is my chance to actually use it for something important. Mr. Farrell has been telling me all about your mission here, and about the Nighthunters.. Do I want to be a member? Hell Yeah, I want to be a member of your team,’scue my language. I wouldn’t NOT be a one if you tried to send me home!” The redhead was almost vibrating.

Xander grinned, Buffy smiled, and was about to say something when she was interrupted.

The tall lanky leather clad form of Johnny Blaze sauntered up. “Mmmm, dya’ mind if I join you for lunch he asked?”

“No, hey the more the merrier,” smiled Xander.

Johnny looked at Willow, “Ma’am?” He said offering his arm.

Willow looked up at him and smiled, as she took his arm. *Tall, dark, handsome, possessed. What more could a witch ask for? Everybody has a dark side. I should know! At least we are both on the right side now. Maybe, just maybe…* She let the thought drift on into speculation as she put both hands on his arm and cuddled into his shoulder.

Johnny looked down at the little redhead and smiled gently.



Author’s note: I am home back in the land of sunshine and warmth! My computer is repaired and in almost excellent working order, thus I can return to the telling of this tale. Huzzah, ole’ and one big HELL YEAH!

ArjaiH (RJH)
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