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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

Chapter One


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#

(Xander’s P.O.V.)
*I travel by cranky Range Rover through hot, dusty, rough terrain, and civil war to Addis Ababa Airport with Enanu fly to Cairo International, pick up Meskhenet, fly to Heathrow to drop off Robin and, both girls. At Giles request I also had to pick-up Andrew (oh joy) there. Then it’s on to Shannon Airport. Here we had to meet Fionna O’Meara the Limerick slayer, and take care of a Leannan Sidhe, kind of a rogue vampiric elf or fairy. At least I got to use Andrew as bait! Man, they’re really tough to kill! Then a long flight to Borispol Airport, Kiev to drop off Andrew, and pick up Katrya, fly back to Heathrow to drop her off, take a flight to Leonardo DaVinci Airport Rome and meet Buffy. If I ever see another airport again I’ll go homicidal, or suicidal, or some-icidal anyway!
I can see her walking over to me; damn she’s as beautiful as ever, a bit on the skinny side. She’s not eating right again, I’ll have to fix that. But she’s still the most beautiful girl I know. Sometimes I wish…no, that ship’s sailed, if it ever existed at all. Maybe it sank at the dock. Still she’s one of my most bestest buds ever. I might be full of beans, but she has a haunted look, kind of like she’s been put into shock by something, or someone. I can tell because she's carrying Mr. Gordo with her! Yeah, I know she just broke it off with that sleaze bag who styles himself as The Immortal, (what a jerk) but well it’s gotta’ be something else…*

(Buffy’s P.O.V.)
*There’s Xander. Wow does he looks so different; he’s slim, tanned, fit, and damned hunky yummy! Oooo Mr. Gordo look at the pretty, sexy man. Gods, what am I thinking? That’s Xander!
My brains have been oatmeal for the last week, ever since Mina’s visit
I’ve re-read ‘Dracula’ twice! Lucy Westenra! I was Lucy? It’s impossible! If it’s impossible, then why does it seem so right?
Ye gods, Xander looks so hunky! Down Buffy, back Buffy, bad Buffy, raping him here in the airport terminal would be of the very bad. Mmmmm raping him at home would be of the very much better, there's a big soft bed there, and a big soft couch, and that nice shag carpeting mmm. Wait no, he may not even be interested in me anymore, I’ve blown him off so many times. Something about that last thought makes me even hotter!
Oh God, I wish I could think straight, or at least straighter! Me, Lucy Westenra, that is just wowful! Strange, bizarre, and just wowful!!
God, he looks, so...mmmmm!*

Xander finally reached the point where Buffy was standing. He smiled, and almost hugged her instead he took her hand, leaned forward, and kissed her on the cheek. She jumped up wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and he had to carry her to the doors, and outside!
Outside the terminal they were met by the car and driver that had been hired by the Council for Buffy’s use (after her third accident here in Rome). They filled their time back to Buffy’s apartment with an awkward attempt at small talk. Xander found it hard to concentrate, to ignore Buffy’s hand slowly massaging his thigh, though he did so manfully, though his body did respond manfully as well. Buffy found it difficult to ignore the wonderfulness of Xander! The smell of him, the sound of his voice, the blush on his tropic zone tanned face all the way down into his shirt, was driving her to do, and think things she had never done to, or thought of doing with Xander!
By the time they reached her building, neither of them could even barely hold what they were feeling inside them!
They mounted the stairs two and three at a time, Buffy fumbled with her keys, and they burst into the room and pulled up short, absolute shock on their faces.

Standing just inside the door was the biggest man either of them had ever seen. His face, though almost handsome, and his hands bore a multitude of scars.
Incongruously he was dressed in black leather jacket, black tee-shirt, jeans, and gigantic engineer boots. His blond hair was greased and combed into a waterfall 50’s style hair-do

(Xander’s P.O.V.) This guy is huge! What is he doing in Buffy’s apartment? The jacket’s a classic, 50’ biker style, and the look on his face seems friendly, but that doesn’t mean he’s a nice guy. Still something about this guy is off, way off.

(Buffy’s P.O.V.) Whoa, Spidey Senses are not just tingling, they're flaring, four alarm fire flaring!

Wait there’s something familiar.

Oh, God it’s her, she's here! It’s Mina, she’s here!

The giant stepped aside. Mina and another man sat on the couch. A gentle non-threatening smile was on her face. She wore a white, trimmed in black and red, high school letterman's sweater over a white untucked men’s shirt, a knee length black skirt adorned by a pink and white poodle, white knee socks, and black and white saddle shoes.
The man had a handsome almost child-like face, that was in need of a shave. He had a pug nose, piercing blue-gray eyes, and a small red-blond goatee. His hair was dark blond and slicked back. He wore sleeveless denim jacket over a black, long sleeve shirt, blue jeans, and black and gray mottled snakeskin cowboy boots. He looked like an American 50’s biker, but the aura he gave off screamed vampire to Buffy.

Mina rose, and without preamble she said, “Slayer, we need your help,” her eyes pled for Buffy’s understanding.

“Xander, this is Mina Murray,” she said, turning to her guest she asked, “or is it Harker?”

“Actually,” the vampire said wryly, “now it’s Dracula, or if you’re using the form we live under in America, Draco.”

Pointing to the giant she said “This is Victor Mann, he was creat…um…he’s originally from Switzerland, and the young man on the couch next to me is Mick ‘Shade’ Farrell, an American, and one of our redeemed vampires.”

“Wait, wait hold up, Buffy what’s going on here?” Xander was just about apoplectic.

“Calm down, lov…er……Mina is from another dimension...”

Mina smiled gently and her tale began to unfold.

Buffy and Mina, with interjections from ‘Shade’, as he preferred to be called, explained everything to Xander.

“Time does not flow in my world as it does in yours. The clothing I wore last time was actually something I bought in 1939 in my world. It is now 1952 there. The Second Great War has just ended. The Germans, Turks, Italians, and the Great Khanate of Chin have been subdued. During the war, however, the Occult Brigade of Himmler’s Schutzstaffel called forth something evil from the Abyss. A draconic demon called Fafnir was called up. When the war ended the beast escaped its confinement. They had used its blood in experiments to create a master race! Several of their experimental subjects survived, but they were wholly subservient to Fafnir, and the Nazi’s couldn’t control them, so they destroyed them.” The vampire paused.

Xander was interested, “and?”

“Well, Mr. Morris…”she began

“Harris,” he said, nodding to her, “Xander Harris”

“Of course,” she said. “The Beast has been recruiting creatures, forming a secret army. Its recruits number very few actually, but all are exceptionally powerful: Icelandic trolls, Ural Mountain ogres, master vampires, were-beasts of great power, and others. My group is fairly small, at present, many of our original number, having died their final death during the war. They achieved redemption so to speak, and have not returned to us. To defeat the Beast and his troops we need the help of The Slayer, at the very least. If you know of others who would be willing to aid us, that would definitely be a plus. The least we beg of you is that you come with us back to our world meet Vlad, and the rest of our little band, and judge for yourself. Observe the situation, its all I ask, please.”

Buffy walked over to the Mina and took her into her arms. The hug was strong, but sisterly.

“I really should have done this the last time we met, but I was in shock. I don’t remember my life as Lucy, but I know that you were as close to me as if we were of the same blood.”

Buffy stepped back, she turned to Xander. Then she took both of his hands into hers. “I have to go with them, strangely, she’s family to me, I can’t explain it, but I know it’s true.”

Xander looked down into her green eyes, “I understand, Buff. Now you understand me, ok? If you go, I go; I’m never being separated from you again. Buffy Anne Summers I’ve held this in for so long I thought I’d never be able to say it to you. I love you with all my heart, and even if you don’t love me back, I’m never leaving you again. I’d died for you!”

The Slayer looked up at the face of the man in front of her. She thought of Pike, Angel, Parker, Spike, and Riley. She thought of the Immortal. None of them had lasted. There wasn’t one of them she could still count on today. Xander had been there since the beginning, since her first day in Sunnydale. He had stuck with her through thick and thin. There had been times when even he had faltered, but he always came back stronger than before. He was still there hanging on! She had chased him away, ignored him, cursed him, berated him, and basically abused him in every way shape and form, he had lost an eye, and a fiancée fighting a fight that was hers not his, and he still stood by her side.

“I…I love you too Alexander Harris, and if you want to be with me…” Buffy had tears in her eyes.
“I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have at my side, than my Xander! For the record though I’d much rather you’d live for me.”

Buffy and Xander looked at Mina, who had been joined by the giant Mann, and Farrell.

“We’re ready,” she said.

Mina took a thin wafer from her sweater pocket, and broke it in half. She threw half to Buffy. Mina took her companions hands, Buffy took Xander’s hand, and then they all disappeared.


(Author’s Note)
This is a somewhat sequel to my mini-story “Once”. I will be continuing both this one and my other tale “Hero Hunting” as well. I needed to step back from the D & D ‘verse to get a clearer picture of what I wanted to ultimately do there.
I have an unpublished novel written by me called “Dark Redemption: Blood Simple” it is one of the few that I wrote just for my friends, and family.
The Mina in this tale and some of her compatriots are the heroes of that novel. Nothing I present in this story will bear a resemblance to the plot of that story. Once again if you don’t like it, or you don’t like my style, don’t read it, Honest well thought out reviews are welcome. Taking me to task over something that you feel should be different or you feel should follow some rule or other will not be welcome. If it’s a criticism based on punctuation or proper word usage ok. If it’s a pet peeve, feed it walk it and care for it the best you can, but don’t expect me too, I have a dog to take care of, a really strange little Brittany, named Riley Joe! God Bless Y’all
ArjaiH (RJH)
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