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This story is No. 2 in the series "Zeppoverse". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Story 2 in Zeppoverse. Sequel to Only Human. Xander discovers an old friend of his is in danger. Now, with help from friends, Xander must come to things he never dealt with. Chapter 3 up.

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Multiple Crossings > Xander-Centered > Theme: Heroic XanderJonathanFR1833,910096,58217 Feb 0916 Mar 09No

Chapter One

Title: Blood Driven
Chapter: 1
Author: Jonathan
Rating: M
Category: Xander/?
Summery: Xander discovers an old friend of his is in danger. Now, with help from friends, Xander must come to things he never dealt with.
Disclaimer: Buffy is owned by Whedon, Fox, Mutant Enemy. Other crossings are surprises. I don’t own anything.
Time line: The year is 1999. This picks up where Only Human left. The name of the universe is known as Zeppoverse. The reason being all crossovers here will maintain the human element.
Author Notes: There is no planned shipping right now, but do know that I am a BX fan at heart and that still remains a possibility.
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A still body slept in a bed. The only movement was slow and simple…the inhaling and exhaling of a chest. Slight whimpers escaped the body.

It soon rolled to the left.

Time continued to transpire for nearly another three minutes.

And yet…the body still only made the simple movements….

However…turning occurred more frequent. Trickles of sweat transpired from the owner’s body. Time sped up for the sleeper.

A sudden ringing pierced the bleak night. Vibrations caused more movement to occur.

Two tired eyes snapped open. The owner immediately sat up. He whipped his eyes momentarily as he waited for his sight to adjust to the dark. He looked ahead of him and noted the source of the beeping coming from a suitcase.

Xander got out of his bed and went to the window. He opened the blinds and was immediately taken aback from the bright light. He squinted from the impact and shook his head.

Going back to the suitcase, he soon realized the source. It was the suitcase Dr. Westlake gave him back in LA. Opening it, he noticed a laptop. His fingers traced the keyboard lightly. He pressed the blinking light and the screen flashed briefly. It soon revealed the image of Westlake himself.

“Doc…?”

Westlake grinned, “Hello Xander.”

Xander whipped the remaining slumber from his eyes. “What’s so important that you had to wake me up at…” He looked at the clock on the screen. “6:37 in the morning?”

Peyton leaned forward. “I gave you this laptop so we can be in communication.” He adjusted the camera slightly. “I did some researching. I noticed something you might be interested in.” He went to his keyboard and typed a few commands. “I found this article.” A news article flashed on Xander’s screen.

‘East 9 Highway Massacre.’

Xander looked at the article.

“Take a look at the reporter.” Westlake told him.

He did as suggested. His eyes widened when he read the name, “Traci McNally.”

Peyton nodded, “I thought you should know.”

His eyes cascaded down at the keyboard. “Jesse’s sister…” Xander said slowly. The name made something flash in his mind. He thought back for a moment. “I actually had a dream just now. Traci was in it.”

“What happened?”

Xander sighed. “That’s just it. I dunno.” He ran a hand down the back of his head, and then shook his head slightly. “It just happened. You woke me up in the middle of it. I just got these random images of demons, people I knew, and other things I don’t know. But…Traci was one of the people I knew.”

He waited for a response, but when he didn’t get any, he added, “It was the first time I had this dream.” Xander looked at his friend, “You have any idea why?”

Westlake gave it some thought. “You have more experience with the supernatural.”

Xander countered, “But you have the technology.”

He grinned, “So do you now.”

Xander looked at the computer for a moment, “Only a limited amount.”

Peyton waved his hand, “You’re point.”

Harris grinned, “Thank you.”

He nodded, “Even so… maybe you ate something that didn’t agree with you? You are known to be inventive with your food.”

“…And who’s the scientist?”

Westake smirked, “Let’s not start that again.” He then remembered something. “Your answer might be mothman. He has proven to have strong mental capabilities. Maybe he’s simply allowing you to forsee certain angles on future happenings.”

“Future happenings?”

He leaned forward, “Are you not the young man with the friend who’s a vampire slayer.”

Xander smirked, “You’re point.”

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Two doors slid open as Xander stepped into the convienent store. From the moment he walked in, he noticed numerous aisles upon aisles of merchandise.

He immediately went to the aisle of interest.

Xander walked down the center, he noticed the usual suspects. Ring Dings, Yodels, Ho Ho's. All the things that made Hostess great. His eyes scanned the shelves until they rested on the Twinkies.

He gave a grin. “Thank you, Hostess.” Xander took a box for the car in one hand and went to browse further aisles of the store.

Xander soon passed the housewares section. He spotted numerous other customers and salespeople walking throughout the store.

He was about to round the corner to heard for the cashiers when he heard a familiar voice. He shook his head. Of all the places, he was here?

Xander smirked as he headed for the voice.

He leaned against the corner as he saw the voice’s owner. “Of all the S-Marts in the world, you had to walk into this one?”

The man stood still.

“Didn’t have much of a choice. They just tell me where to go.”

“Still…in Miami?”

He turned around to face the young man. “I told you, Kid. Didn’t have a choice.”

Xander smirked “The life of an Efficiency Expert.”

“Hey.” He leaned forward. “They tell me where to go, and I go.”

Xander thought for a second. “Don’t you think you and I in the same S-Mart strange?” He then remembered something before he left for Miami. “I think Peyton might of arranged this.”

He rolled his eyes, “Figures.”

Xander grinned, “Guess you’re hear to help me.”

“All I want to do is be left alone. But of course that book stopped that from happening.” He placed the box he was holding on the shelf as he leaned against the corner. “Rachel told me how Point Pleasant turned out.”

“Oh yeah…Mothman was so much fun.”

“Hey…you did free Point Pleasant.”

“Along with some help.”

He smirked, “Yeah with another friend of mine. John Winchester. Good man.”

“I never knew you knew him.” Xander countered.

“I know allot more things then you think.”

“Not that much, Ash.”

He rolled his eyes, “Hardy har har.”

“So…” Xander said changing the subject. “Willing to go and meet up with Traci?”

“Honestly?” He nodded. “Not interested.”

Xander added, “You could spend your night invoicing.”

He lowered his head. “I hate it when you play dirty, Kid.” Ash looked up at the clock. “Meet me back here at 7. I got to get back to work. Now scram. Go away kid, you’re bothering me.”

Xander smirked and left.

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Xander went up to his car and took out his key. First thing he had to do was get a hotel room. He didn’t know how long he was going to be in Miami. But he did know that whatever was happening, it was going to be interesting to say the least.

He took out his keys and opened the door. Xander tossed the Twinkies into the passenger seat. Xander put one foot into the car and was about to climb into the vehicle when he heard two kids running in the parking lot.

“Astor! Cody! Come back here!”

Xander grinned at the simple nature of frantic-ness.

He looked at the kids as they ran.

Spring break.

He looked at them as their mother continued to chase them.

She immediately turned around to go after them.

He rested his eyes on her and one thought came to his mind.

Darla.

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TBC
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