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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

Chapter Four: Heaven and Hell


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.
OCs belong to me, and as always I remain…the man behind the curtain.
“Spoken Word”
*Private Thought*
#Mental Communication#

Chapter Four: Heaven and Hell

Sing me a song, you're a singer
Do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil
The Devil is never a maker
The less that you give, you're a taker
So it's on and on and on's Heaven and Hell, oh well

Artist: Black Sabbath

Buffy and Xander walked out of the Ballroom arm in arm with Mina, both looked more than a little stunned at the days events.
“Let me take you upstairs, and let you pick your own room,” the woman the others called ‘The Lady’ said, “or the case may be.” She added with a naughty grin on her face
“All of the rooms on the third floor have several stout interior locks, and have an assortment of silver daggers, oaken stakes, holy wafers, etc. stored all over the place!” I assure you that you will be quite safe. Oh, and by the way if you chose the Red Velvet Room there is a queen sized bed, and a couple of submachine guns with alternating silver, and copper jacketed oak ammunition,” she teased.

“Mina, I have to say this because I know it’s on Xander’s mind too. Everything I’ve heard and seen is damned hard to accept,” she paused, “but for some reason I trust you, and if I trust you, I’ve got to trust those you call friends.” She turned and looked up at Xander.

“I don’t want to say this, cuz’ some one may misunderstand my meaning. I haven’t always agreed with Buffy’s trust in people, case in point her friend Ford, Deadboy, and Deadboy Junior. For some unknown reason I do trust her judgment of you Mina. I think you’re pretty good people…vampire…whatever. You may be the devil incarnate for all I know, but I don’t think so.” Xander’s lopsided grin punctuated his little speech.

"Remember YOU said that, you haven't met all of my people yet," warned Mina, "There are some that even make Vlad, and I uneasy. You will likely meet one of them tomorrow."

Buffy looked at the vampire queen's face, the Lady was deadly serious.

When they reached the third floor they found that the so-called Red Velvet Room was everything Mina had said, and much more, including two Thompson submachine guns with fifty round drum magazines. Buffy and Xander settled in for the night.
Mina left them to themselves and for the first time since they met at the airport early that afternoon they were alone. Xander turned to the girl of his dreams took her in his arms, and she whispered those three little magic words: “I’m so hungry!”
Just them there was a knock at the door.

Xander walked over to the door and opened it.
There stood a pretty young blonde female vampire dressed in a plain blue pinafore with a white apron, rather like Alice in Wonderland goes to Hell.
“Good evening sir, I am Magda.” her palor, and broad smile showed that Magda was obviously a vampire, not that that mattered anymore. She had a slight Hungarian accent. “The Lady sent me up with food, for you and The Slayer,” she smiled still showing a little more tooth than she probably intended, “we hope you like Deep Fried Chicken, corn on the cob, mashed potatoes, and gravy, fresh hot cornbread, and homemade peach cobbler for dessert.”
Buffy and Xander looked at one another, and simultaneously the said, “YES,” grinning happily.

They ate heartily, them afterward they flopped down on the comfortable bed to relax. What started out to be a simple kiss soon turned into something very different.
Just before they drifted off to sleep Buffy thought to herself, *mmmmm, Faith wasn’t kidding about Xander, no wonder she still drools when she calls him Boy Toy, mmmmm.*
Xander just fell asleep with a very big, silly grin on his face. Through his mind repeated the mantra, *Wow, wow, wow, wow…* over and over.

In the morning, after a repeat of the night before’s extremely strenuous activities ,Xander still got up and began doing about twenty minutes of vigorous exercises, a practice that he started in Africa. This he followed with a hot shower, in which Buffy joined him. An hour later they were dressed in fresh clean clothing that they had found folded neatly on a cart outside their door. Unlocking the door’s many locks a second time, they went downstairs holding hands.
Buffy had a look of contentment on her face, and Xander looked just a bit stunned, happy but stunned.

They were met at the bottom of the stairs by Jamila, and Larry.

“Hey, you two, how’s about some breakfast,” said the Werewolf King.

Jamila gave them a slight bow. She looked intently at Buffy for a moment, and then in a slightly surprised manner over at Xander. Her face took on a Mona Lisa smile, and she simply said, “I see that you have a very pleasant…rest!”

Buffy didn’t understand immediately, but having spent the better part of the past two years in Africa, Ethiopia and Egypt in particular, Xander did. The Basts or demi-goddesses of the goddess Bastet while not telepathic, were empathic, and could ‘read’ the emotional state of humans.

“Ya’ know Jamila; I did run into one of your breed in our world. She had gone over to the dark side unfortunately, and was causing a bunch of chaos, and mayhem in the Valley of the Kings. Sadly a Slayer team had to take her out.” Xander said quietly.

“What was her color, and her great cat form?” asked the Bast.

“Her fur was a dark orange with a single white blaze on her head, and her big cat form was a huge lioness, ma’am,” Xander said respectfully.

“Ahhh, she was obviously not a native of your world, she crossed over from ours. It is very good that you were able to eliminate her. Her name was Khemsait. She was the first of my sisters to enter into the madness when the goddess left our realm,” Jamila had a sad look on her face.

“When the goddess left your realm…” Buffy asked?

“When the gods of old Egypt were replaced by those now worshipped in the Egyptian Empire, the old gods left, or faded. The Great Christ, is the divine being worshipped in the Empire now. The Greek godling Apollo merged with Amon-Ra and shares his worship, as god of the sun, but their worshippers are few now, though they are tolerated, and worship in the open,” she did not explain further.

“What would you like for breakfast?” Larry asked. “Magda has gone to her rest, but Felica usually cooks breakfast for the living members of our little family. She’s actually one hell of a cook!”

Buffy smiled, “I think I speak for both of us when I say lots of coffee, chocolate chip pancakes, and bacon.”

“Oh,” Xander added, “and if you have any donuts, or Twinkies around I wouldn’t say no.”

“I think you are in luck,” Larry grinned, “Victor has a love affair going on with Twinkies, and we always have those in stock by the truck load!”

“Oh, God,” said Buffy, “I think Xander just found a new best friend!”

Breakfast was served a little over half an hour later. Larry looked a bit askance at the chocolate chip pancakes, but eventually ate three, and a full rasher of bacon. Jamila on the other hand fell in love with them and demanded that they be put into the breakfast menu rotation! Victor was noncommittal, but ate fourteen pancakes, a pound of bacon, and 6 Twinkies, which was one more Twinkie than Xander ate!

Buffy look at Xander in wonder.

“What?” Xander said looking innocent, “I’m watching my weight, I’ve cut down on the snack cakes, that and they’re REALLY hard to get in Africa!”

There was laughter all around the table, and Xander gave everyone look of mock hurt, sticking out his lower lip and quivering it a bit. Buffy smacked his arm playfully, and kissed him.

Just then the laughter stopped abruptly as a handsome blonde man, just a little shorter than Xander in height entered the dining room. He sported a thin moustache , and he wore a black Edwardian suit, white shirt with a starched collar, and a white bowtie.

Larry looked up with a bit of distaste showing on his face, “Good morning Doctor Hall, I trust your mission went well.”

The newcomer’s face took on a condescending sneer, “Well enough, sir, the Athenian Coven won’t be aiding The Darkness with their demonic spells any longer.”

Larry said, with more than a little loathing in his tone, “Slayer, Xander may I present Doctor Ian Evan Hall,M. D., Ph.D., or as he was more properly known in his homeland, in the 1880’s Red Jack, or Jack the Ripper!”

Doctor Hall smiled, took Buffy’s hand, and kissed it softly, “Charmed,” was all he said.

Buffy looked at him in pure horror, and shuddered.
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