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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
ArjaiHFR183865,43702927,08817 Nov 082 May 09Yes

Ch 31: Team Vegas #2


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!
CSI: Crime Scene Investigation belongs to CBS was created by Anthony E. Zuiker and produced by Jerry Bruckheimer, and Universal Studios.
OCs belong to me, and as always I remain…the man behind the curtain.

“Spoken Word”

*Private Thought*

#Mental Communication#

##Slayer Dream##

Ch 31: Team Vegas #2

Recap:(Team Vegas Larry Talbot, Victor Mann, Pete Fisher, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Donald Mallard M. D., Marie Laveau, Abby Sciutto, five ‘normals’ from Heartsblood Atlanta (Troy Evans (former FLEA agent), Dorothy Ventimiglia , and David Revell (former OSS agents), Steve Wade (NYPD detective ret.), and Bailey McArt, (former IRA terrorist) and three lesser vampires (Gregor Bogdan Chmielnicki a Russian Cossack, Ladisaw Polakowski a young Pole from Warsaw, and Claire Collins a former Toledo, Ohio schoolteacher)

Pete Fisher was the first to speak, and that was a wisecrack, “Victor you didn’t tell me you had family!”

Victor’s answer was a growl, and Gibbs couldn’t resist smacking the back of the young writer’s head, just before he opened up on the twin horrors with his Thompson submachine gun..

To be sure the rounds took their toll on the creatures, but it in no way stopped them. The human element of the team backed up still firing, until Gibbs heard Victor howl, and was pushed aside by the huge Nighthunter. He reluctantly gave the order to cease fire.

Victor held a huge Iron headed mace in his left hand, and an over sized machete in his right.

Victor feinted with the machete, and his ‘brother’ dodged away from the blade…right into the descending mace. The monster’s right shoulder took the full brunt of the blow, shattering bone, and crushing the muscles. This, however, did not appear to slow the horror down much! The second creature hit Victor with a massive fist, but that didn’t seem to phase the original Frankenstein creation at all. The machete slashed forward again catching the wounded monster in the throat, where it lodged in the backbone. Victor abandoned it rather than try to remove it. The second creature grabbed the big blond by the shoulder and tried to throw him to the ground. Victor dropped the mace and grabbed his primitive counterpart’s head viciously twisting it to the side with his mighty hands. A very loud crack told Gibbs that the creature’s neck was broken. Now Victor turned toward his friends. It was only then that Gibbs saw the shaft of the harpoon that impaled Victor’s abdomen. The Giant warrior took three steps forward and collapse to his knees. Pete ran forward to his side, Jethro and the Nighthunter squad followed closely on his heels.

“Fisher,” said the NCIS Special Agent-In-Charge, “Stay with him. “Ducky’ render whatever aid you can here, but under no circumstances are you to leave this tunnel til’ I say so. Fisher stay alert, guard these two carefully. The rest of you follow me, and keep you eyes open, if you want to come out of this alive.”

The dark tunnel split into two equally dark paths about 100 yards further on.

“Evans, Ventimiglia, and Revell you go left. Revell take charge,” the old Marine ordered.

“Got it,” Revell growled back.

“Wade, McArt you’re with me,” Gibbs said. Both men just nodded.

The right hand passage ended at a sheet steel covered wooden door. Gibbs simply pointed at McArt, then at the door. The Irishman moved forward. Removing a few of his special supplies from his pack he quickly fashioned a crude shape charge in the very center of the door.

Gibbs and Wade moved back quite a ways, and were soon joined by the former IRA terrorist. McArt hit the ground counting, and all three men covered their ears. McArt’s “TEN,” was followed by the sound of the explosion. All three men moved slowly back down the passage hugging the walls. When they reached the shattered doorway, Gibbs dove through rolling quickly to the side.

Seconds later the other two heard several shots, and Gibbs voice shouted, “CLEAR!”

The other two entered. Three blast shattered bodies lay against the far wall of the basement room, and another two lay in the middle of the floor. The three against the wall obviously killed by the blast. The other two showed signs of having been killed by Jethro’s gunfire.

Revell's group joined the rest of the team in the basement room.

“The other passage was blocked by a cave in. It probably went to some old mine or other,” Revell reported. Gibbs just nodded.

The far side of the room held a wooden staircase.

Gibbs pointed at the stairs.

He grinned at his team and said in a low voice, “We go up, now, combat formation, go!”

“Time to see what’s going on upstairs,” Jethro observed, muffled shouts, and the sound of combat filtered down from above.

The stairs looked old and rickety, but with the practiced eye of an expert carpenter, and the mind set of a trained investigator, Jethro could see that they were only made to look that way. The wood had been aged artificially, but the construction was very sound. Moving cautiously the team minus Victor, Pete, and ‘Ducky’ ascended to the next floor, weapons ready.

When they reached the top Gibbs opened the door a crack to eyeball the situation. Seeing the other half of the team fighting for their lives, he kicked the door open the rest of the way and let loose a long burst from his Thompson into the rear of the enemy forces.


Abby stood over a badly burned Gregor. The Cossack vampire had been caught by a fire spell trap upon entering the hotel lobby. Abby held the voodoo staff that her ‘Grandmama’ had given her and was chanting a protection spell. Marie, herself, held an enemy vampire in her clutches, her teeth sunk deeply in his jugular vein. Ladislaw was relying on his expert skill with a saber. His opponent was the man they had originally seen near the gas station. The enemy leader, also armed with a saber, appeared to be holding his own, but just barely. Former 3rd grade school teacher Claire Collins was keeping herself busy firing her own Thompson submachine gun into a pack of were-coyotes. The drum held fifty rounds alternating between holy water filled hollow points and silver bullets. A second drum was at her side in a canvas shoulder bag. Claire might have been a tiny slip of a woman but with her vampire strength, and resiliance she was a force to be reconed with.

Nearby Larry battled with a pair of beings that appeared to a cross between man and goat. Their long flashing knives cut the Werewolf King cruelly, but Talbot in man-wolf form finally succeeded in bringing them both down. He dropped to his knees in agony when the last creature fell to his teeth, and claws.

With the intervention of Gibbs half of the team the enemy on this floor stopped fighting and signaled their surrender…what was left of them anyway. Von Frankenstein’s double, two badly wounded were-coyotes, and a pair of bedraggled, thoroughly terrified humans, were all that was left of this enemy group.

Polakowski accepted his opponent’s sword, as Gibbs walked over, his 9mm automatic in his hand.

“You the one in charge down here,” he asked the enemy swordsman?

“Ja’ I am Baron Doctor Johann von Frankenstein, and I demand to be treated as my rank unt station requires.” The man said haughtily.

Jethro smirked, “To bad for you none of us signed the Geneva Convention, this ain't that kind of war!," he growled. "Still if you cooperate we will treat you well, probably better than your bunch would treat our people. We do have a friend downstairs that would love to meet you." He cocked his head to one side, "What are you brother, son, no wait, going by your age I’d say nephew of the original Doctor Frankenstein.”

“Almost correct, but not quite, Baron Victor’s brother cloned me from Victor’s frozen cells. With these he inseminated my mother, his own wife. For all intents and purposes I am both son, and nephew of Victor von Frankenstein. I am also his legal heir, and his intellectual equal,” boasted the doctor.

“All of this only means that you’re just as big a nut case as he was! Evans, Revell bind and pack him for shipping, back to Heartsblood Atlanta. We’ve got an upper floor to clear. Jethro stalked toward the staircase, a scowl on his face that Abby knew well. He was joined by a much battered Larry, Marie, a evilly grinning Abby and the rest of the team. Revell and Evens tied von Frankenstein up and took him out to the car, keeping him under guard. Claire stayed back to see to the burned Gregor.

At the top of the stairs they quickly discovered that all of the windows on the upper floor had been boarded over. They were met in the darkened hallway by a grouchy band of five rudely reawakened vampires led, from the rear, by Angelus, and Darla.

The combat began without much preamble. Halfway through the fight Abby noticed a silvery portal open at the far end of the hall. Angelus and Darla leapt through, effectively escaping the Nighthunters again. She hastily grabbed Marie and scrambled toward the rapidly closing portal. If Marie hadn’t held her back she would probably been cut in half when the silvery disc-like opening closed.

The last of the enemy having escaped or been eliminated. The fight was over.

Pete, ‘Ducky’, and Victor were collected from the tunnel, and the team prepared to move out. the burned Chmielnicki was brought out on a covered stretcher. Many of the Vegas Team had been wounded, most of the wounds were minor, but the important thing was that none had been killed. It would take some time for Victor’s wound to heal, but he would live. With a bit of judicious filed surgery ‘Ducky had removed the harpoon, and stitched him up. Doctor Mallard knew that the giant would need further surgery when they returned home, but for now he would be alright as long as he kept quiet, and did not exert himself.

Gregor's vampiric regeneration would eventually heal his burns...eventually. Feeding would help, and there were lots of voluteers on the team eager to help their fallen comrade.

The Goat-men had carved Larry up pretty bad with their silver blades. He was healing those wounds very slowly, but he was healing.

When things had cooled down Abby discovered that Gibbs had been shot in the left thigh, and that she had a six inch sliver of wood about a half inch in width sticking out of her…umm…gluteus maximus. Sitting would be a problem for a few days.

The team returned to Las Vegas only long enough to catch their flight to Atlanta.

Their arrival happily coincided with the return of the equally victorious Team Dublin. This was not the time for celebration however, Dublin had cost them a teammate, and Team Congo had not been heard from in days.
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