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.
I am the god of hell fire and I bring you:
I'll take you to burn.
I'll take you to learn.
I'll see you burn!
You fought hard and you saved and learned
but all of it's going to burn.
Song: Fire Artists: The Crazy World of Arthur Brown Date:1968
“Not-My-Spike,” Drusilla’s voice sounded dreamy, and her eyes were a bit unfocused, “the bloody awful poet, whose poetry I loved. He has truly come to us for redemption. I see him fighting beside us against the enemies he knows so well. I am Not-Your-Drusilla, William, I belong to another and his name is Death. My man is Doctor Ian Evan Hall, MD, once known as Red Jack. He can be your friend. There is another who will welcome you into her unbeating heart, but it is up to you to find her. I can see no farther, my task is done. The stars have become silent…for now.” Her eyes regained focus, and she smiled softly.
“Wow,” said Xander, “talk about revelations being cryptic!”
“Hey,” snickered Buffy, “That wasn’t a pimple on Whistler’s uber-crypticnosity! She actually made some sense!”
Doctor Hall entered the room silently. He sent a mildly jealous glare in Spike’s direction. Then he assisted Drusilla to her feet, and escorted her from the room.
“I believe you have some information for us…now, Mr. Pratt. Now that it has been confirmed that you are to be our ally.”
“Dru looks happy, and not to worry, I intend to keep my distance. She’s not my Drusilla; she’s a different bird entirely not nearly as crazy for one thing. Even I can see that, and lots of folks have told me I’m a bit thick sometimes,” Spike smiled at his own self depreciation. He continued, “on to business. Darla loves her new position as Head Vampire of the Chinaman’s kiss. She doesn’t realize that that rat faced git Orlock, the dandy Ruthven, and even crusty old Varney are actually more powerful than she is! Even Angelus has more power than darling Darla, if he would have the stones to use it. He’s so hot to be in her bed, and not smart enough to understand that with his power he could have what he wants just for the asking. Her being named head of the kiss is just a ploy, just another way to play the vamps against one another to keep them from rising up against old Fu,” the blond vampire chuckled. “Little Darla has a sieve for a brain. Things that she hears usually slip out right out of her sweet little mouth, usually without a real thought of the consequences. She can’t keep a secret to save her soul. She heard the old yellow peril driveling what needs to be got for his big ritual. Upshot is that Darla is to have Orlock and Ruthven lead a raid on the Arthurian exhibit at the Museum of History at Trinity College in Dublin. Seems that one of the exhibits is a raggedy old robe that purports to be the robe of Merlin, as well as a rusty old spear head that is supposed to be the one Mordred used to kill Arthur. Its rumored to be a source of the old king’s blood.”
“According to myth the Robe of Merlin was given to him by the old Celtic gods and contains an unlimited magical power source. The Blood of Arthur could be used to summon the sword Excalibur giving the one who summons it the power of invincibility,” Professor Burkle gasped!
“Yeah,” continued Spike, “They also want the Chain Mail Shirt of Attila. That one provides invulnerability. Finally they want the Horn of Herne that’s used to call the Wild Hunt to do their biding, quite the little army that would be. I don’t know where those last two are.”
“The chain mail is displayed at the Vatican Museum. The Horn on the other hand has been lost since the days of Henry VIII.” Professor Boyle interjected.
“We will meet back here tonight, at ten. Professor Burkle and Professor Boyle will you please research everything they can find about the Horn of Herne to see if we can decipher its current location, Mina said. “Mr. Pratt I should like to speak to you in my office in, say, about an hour. Buffy would you get with your friend Willow to see if she can come up with a locator spell for the Horn? I think that is all for now ladies and gentlemen, thank you.”
Buffy waited until the others had left the conference room.
“Xander honey, would you go and see if you can find Wills. I’ll be along in a few. I need to talk to Mina alone for a sec,” she smiled and kissed him on the cheek. He gave her a quick hug, nodded and left.
Turning to her ‘sister’ Buffy lost her smile and took on an expression of concern. “You trust Spike,” she asked?
Mina frowned a little, “More than I did when he first came in here this morning,” she said tiredly. “When Mr. Pratt first appeared he had a slim gold band at the heart of his aura. When we told him that he had been accepted…on probation, but accepted, that gold band widened considerably. After he finished telling us what he knew as little as it was that gold band made up over half of his aura.” She pause and heaved a huge sigh, “You see when the aura was a slim gold band it meant that he had accepted the offer of redemption…When we had interviewed him and had accepted him, it brightened because he had not only accepted it, but now he had made the commitment. When he gave us the information he had made good on that commitment. To be sure he has a long way to go, but he has begun the journey so-to-speak.”
Suddenly the sound of klaxon's’s filled the air! The p.a. system roared to life with the announcement, “Red Alert, Red Alert! Aerial Attack appears imminent!”
Mina shouted, “To the roof, my dear! We can’t fight from here.”
Buffy looked perplexed, “fight what?”
Never-the-less both women were instantly were on the move. Slayer speed matched vampiric speed completely. The elevator was ignored, for them the stairs were definitely faster.
The Heartsblood vampires joined the two leaders on the buildings roof almost immediately, followed closely by the lycanthropes, Doctor Hall and Xander.
Out of the clouds descended a huge red-gold reptilian figure. The creature’s bat-like wings easily equaled the wingspan of a 737 (Note for sticklers: 93 feet)! Bright yellow flames jetted from its mouth as it dove on them.
The scale covered body was long and sinuous. The head reminded Buffy of the ones on the dragon floats she had seen in a San Francisco Chinese New Year parade she had been to when she was a kid. The big difference was that this one was alive, and very deadly.
Instead of attacking from the air where it had the advantage the beast landed. The first to attack it when it landed was Jamila changing from human to a black saber-tooth tiger in mid leap. She sank her teeth into it’s snout but was roughly batted aside a huge clawed forefoot. A small blonde figure in an Alice in Wonderland blue dress and pinafore burst into flames from the dragon's next blast.
Xander charged axe held high, as Willow cast a quick shield spell on him, his form was bathed in flames. He fell screaming his clothes smoldering as he did. The creature distracted by Xander’s charge gave Vlad the chance to drive his huge Rumanian two-handed sword into the it’s neck just behind the jaw. Spike ran out and dragged Xander behind a maintenance structure. The vampire ran back out and hefted Xander’s axe and attacked the thing.
Buffy, almost blind with fury summoned the Scythe and dove into the fray.
Lycanthropes with tooth and claw, and vampires armed with medieval weaponry now attacked the beast from all sides. The dragon tried to regain flight but found that its ponderous wings had been nearly shredded by Doctor Hall’s scalpel and lancet combination. The Doctor attaced with a red mist before his eyes. Drusilla used a rapier to assist the Doctor's ministrations. The Doctor and Drusilla were finally felled by the angry flapping of the beast’s now useless wings.
Buffy’s Scythe sank home into the dragon’s yellow-green left eye, as Mina drove an English broad-sword into its right.
Jethro charged out of the roof access door, and large tube like weapon in his hands, he was followed by Doctor Mallard.
“Everybody Clear!” shouted Gibbs, “Scatter Now!”
With that came the mighty roar of a 3.5 Rocket Launcher that he had garnered from the Heartsblood armory. The roar was followed by a mighty explosion that tore half of the beast’s face apart.
“Reload!” he shouted, and was instantly obeyed by a grim ‘Ducky’
The roar came a second time followed by a second explosion in almost the same location, this time shattering the monster’s skull, killing it almost instantly.
Jamila was down, her leg and shoulder badly broken. Doctor Hall had a fractured skull, and a compound fracture of the right leg. Dru’s chest was ripped open, but she was already beginning to heal. Xander has first degree burns over 35% of his body. Spike had Driven Xander’s Axe into the dragon’s skull, and received a fractured pelvis for his trouble. Little Magda was dead incinerated in the creature’s initial burst of flame. Oz knelt by a badly burned Laura Lee holding her hand and crooning softly to her. She had begun to heal but even with her lycanthropic regeneration ability it would take quite a few days until she was back to her old self. Buffy knew that Oz would wait…she could see the love, and worry in his eyes.
The White One sighed, if only more of the damned Heartsblood crew could have been destroyed or sidelined. Still one problem had been eliminated. Soon he would probably need to dispense with the damned Chinaman, and run the show the way it should be. Damn Buffy Summers, Damn Mina Harker!