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Tru Calling characters created by Jon Harmon Feldman
Forever Knight characters created by Barney Cohen and James D. ParriottA/N: Sorry for the wait
'Welcome to Sunnydale'. The sign flashed by in a haze of light and rain as the classic muscle machine barreled down Highway 101. His hands were tight on the wheel as he rounded a sharp curve; the old Comet hugged the asphalt like a glove. There were still a few hours until daybreak but he did not want to take any chances and the prospect of another day alone in the trunk had already lost its special appeal.
"We almost there?" Tru grunted.
"Almost," Xander said. "Should only be a few more minutes."
"Okay," she said as she fell back asleep.
He downshifted as they rolled into the city proper and pointed the nose of the car toward the nearest fleabag the town had to offer, hopefully one that had more tenants than cockroaches. Tomorrow he would look into getting some better diggs, maybe something with a threshold, a definite plus in this town. He turned into the parking lot and eased the car into the only space that had a working street light nearby. "I'll be back in a second," he said. "Keep the doors locked."
"Okay," she mumbled.
A short walk took him to the small office located at the front of the building. The light was still on, which was a good sign; at least he would not have to wake anyone up to get a room. A waft of stale air tickled his nose as he opened the door and stepped inside. It smelled off, but then these out of the way establishments usually did. "Hello!" he called out as he approached the desk. "Anyone here?"
The sound of a scuffle came from the back. "Everything all right?" he called.
A moment passed and then another. He was about to slip behind the desk and check things out when a middle aged man appeared from the back room. "Sorry," he said, wiping his hands on a dirty towel. "Bell on the door's busted so I didn't hear you come in."
"Not a problem," Xander said. "You're here now, it's all good."
The older man eyed him warily. "You want a room?"
"Yup, that's the plan. Should only need it for today, maybe tomorrow."
"That'll be three hundred, up front," the older man said as he flipped open the old fashioned registrar.
"Pretty steep for this place," Xander said.
"If you could do better then you wouldn't be here," the clerk sneered. "That tells me that you wanna lie low, and that ain't cheap."
Xander sighed and forked over the last of his road trip money. The man was right and he knew it, but that did not mean that he had to like it. "For this price there had better be a continental breakfast," he said, handing the man his cash.
"Why don't you stay for dinner," the man hissed. "Mine!"
Xander looked up as the man's features twisted horribly into that of a vampire. "Why me," he groaned as the thing launched itself at him.
The vampire hit him hard and took him down to the ground. Xander tried to roll the thing off of himself but the vampire was moving around too much for him to get a good hold. He jerked his head to the side just in time to avoid the claws that were aiming for his eyes.
"Dammit!" he cursed. "Get the hell off me!"
He shoved once, hard and the vampire went flying across the room. "Do you even work here?" Xander asked angrily as he pulled himself up off the floor.
The vampire growled at him and leapt forward to attack again. Xander grabbed a pencil from the seventies style desk, stepped into his attacker, and shoved the pencil through his heart. He held it there for a moment as a look of surprise spread across the monsters face.
"Sucks to be you," he said as the vampire exploded into dust.
Taking a deep breath he brushed off the vampires remains as best he could. A shower was needed but he had one more thing to do. He steeled his expression and walked around the desk and into the back room. A young man lay dead on the floor, his open eyes staring at the ceiling. Xander turned and walked back out of the room. He grabbed a set of room keys from behind the desk then picked up his money from the floor.
'Tru ain't gonna be happy,' he speculated as he made his way back to the car. 'Hell, I'm not happy. Nobody deserves to die like that.'
He rapped gently on the car window startling Tru awake. To her credit she checked out the window before unlocking the door and slipping out of the car.
"What's the matter, babe?" she asked, catching the look on his face.
"Vampire tried to rent us a room," he said. "He's dust.'
"Oh," she said as he grabbed the bags from the backseat. "Sorry."
"Don't be," Xander said as he took a bag in each hand. "Just don't die."
He could feel Tru's eyes on him as he walked toward their room, a moment later he heard her following him.
"Welcome to Sunnyhell," he whispered.Crossovers