I just had to take this call. ;) See, I've been wanting to pull off a decent Ghostbusters Crossover for like ever, but the ideas aren't that easy to come by at times. Then this brilliant piece of inspiration struck and I figure it's got potential. I'm just not sure if I'm competent enough to write the Guys very good. Hence why they don't feature prominently in this chapter.
If you feel like adding to this story by all means contact me and I'll open you up to be a Co-Author of mine. I think it might be safer to limit the number of co-author's though. So it's first come first serve, we can go three maybe four other authors I think before we break the bank.
Anyway: Standard Disclaimer Time! Disclaimer: Ghostbusters is the property of Dan Aykroyd, Harold Ramis, Ivan Reitman and Columbia Pictures. Buffy belongs to Joss and M.E. Productions, this author claims nothing otherwise - even though he met and got Dan Aykroyd's autograph recently... er, but I digress, this is a work of fanfiction and not meant to earn any kind of renumeration or anything like that. So enjoy and don't hunt me down like a dog or worse, Slimer, LOL.
“Death is but a door. Time is but a window. I’ll be back.” Vigo the Carpathian on the eve of his death, 1610.
She sat in a corner of the subway train where she’d been murdered. She really didn’t have anything better to do – sure she could cross over to the other side, but apparently the other side was full up on her kind – or more accurately the beings in charge of her had decided it might be better if she were still around to use in case of emergencies.
Not that she could affect the living world. Ghosts typically weren’t allowed to interact with the living unless they were Poltergeists or worse.
Commuters watched her occasionally with nervous expressions and furtive glances – she didn’t bother them so they didn’t bother her – that is until all Hell broke loose in the middle of the Big Apple.
That was when her card was called in by the higher powers who’d left her spirit to wander for all time – haunting the place of her death by the hands of the Master Vamp that had broken her neck – and stole her best coat.
The ghostly woman followed the screams as she tracked the massive creature walking through downtown New York – it was the middle of the night and her level of psychokinetic energy was up the closer she reached her destination – almost as if her spirit was drawing on a hidden power source to fuel her hunt.
As soon as she caught sight of the demonic entity causing all the uproar she came screeching to a halt and stared at it in disbelief. She just couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
“What is that?” she demanded.
“Stay Puft Marshmallow Man,” a man standing nearby told her matter of factly.
Nikki Wood turned to find herself face to face with the most garishly dressed demon she’d ever seen in her life – ordinarily he’d look like a human – however since she was a ghost she could see his true self. “Who are you?”
“Name’s Whistler, kid,” he replied with a smile that revealed a large amount of sharp teeth. “Balance Demon,” he added. “Our bosses are the same,” he explained.
“So you work for the Powers?” she asked.
“Yep.” Whistler popped a cigar into his mouth and started to smoke. “You know you really can’t do anything here,” he added.
“I’m a Slayer, it’s my job to protect people… even if I’m a ghost,” Nikki said with a shrug.
“Believe me Gozer is just a tad out of even your league,” Whistler said glancing up at the large giant made out of marshmallow goo as it started to climb a high-rise apartment complex.
“Gozer the Gozerian?” Nikki asked.
Whistler cocked an eyebrow. “You’ve heard of it?” he asked.
“Spirits talk,” Nikki said with a shrug. “I just block them out. Especially when they start their recruitment spiel… Who opened that particular bottle?” she wondered.
“Ivo Shandor,” Whistler explained. “Standard cultist scenario. The Powers wanted to ask if you’d be willing to help out a group of low-level champions. They’re going to make a really big name for themselves in the supernatural world after tonight,” he said.
“What can a ghost do for a bunch of Hunters?” Nikki asked suspiciously.
Whistler smiled and bit down on the end of his stogie. “You know vampires and demons… Some people might want to send out to hit-squads after tonight,” he explained.
“I’m dead,” Nikki reminded with a scowl.
Whistler grinned and pulled out a familiar looking duster. “You agree to help our boys up there the Powers are willing to give you a bit of an edge against your enemies,” he revealed. He knew he had her when her eyes lingered on the jacket.
“Alright. What do I do?” she demanded.
Slayers were so predictable. Whistler pulled the cigar out of his mouth and blew a puff of smoke into the air. “Put it on and visit an old firehouse that-a-way,” Whistler said pointing in a general direction of the city.
Nikki eyed him warily. “Could you be any vaguer?” she asked.
Whistler chuckled. “Comes with the job description,” he explained.
Nikki sighed and slipped the coat over her shoulders. Her spectral form shimmered briefly and her skin – formerly pale as it was at the moment of her death – gained a healthy glow to it. Running her hands down her body in surprised delight at the sensations a physical body gave her she smiled.
Whistler held up a hand. “Before I forget… they’re going to have questions for you, try to keep your answers distinct. And to the point. Oh right, you’re still dead. Won’t need to eat, go to the bathroom, all that jive…But you can eat if you feel like it,” he said.
Nikki nodded. “Who are these soon-to-be heroes?” she wondered.
Whistler smiled and blew a ring of smoke in the direction of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man – who was currently on fire and roaring in anger – he tapped the end of his cigar against his leg and glanced briefly in Nikki’s direction. “The Ghostbusters,” he revealed just as the mother of all explosions tore through downtown Manhattan successfully blowing the top three floors off the high-rise apartment.
Janine Melnitz sat behind her desk filing her nails waiting for the boys to get back from their big heroic moment saving the day and all that. It was actually kind of boring – especially considering most of the building was sitting over a massive crater in the ground where the containment unit had been.
The fact her desk and filing cabinet had survived was a small blessing. Janine wondered privately how much it was going to cost to repair all of the damage caused to their home and business.
Well the guys’ home at any rate – she had her own apartment. The large doors had been destroyed in the explosion as well and a tarp had been used to cover up the building – it protected them somewhat from the crazies and winos of New York, but then again the Ghostbusters hadn’t been around for a few days after the incident thanks to that prick Walter Peck.
“What the hell happened here?” a young woman asked as she slipped through the tarp. She was of African descent with a hairstyle the fitted someone from the late seventies – the fact that her skin wasn’t translucent meant she couldn’t be dead, but then again you could never tell with ghosts.
“Where have you been?” Janine asked. “Our containment unit blew,” she explained.
“Containment unit?” the woman repeated mystified.
“Yeah. The thing we use to contain the ghosts,” Janine said in a dull monotone.
“So these Ghostbusters know how to trap and contain ghosts?” the woman asked.
“Guess that makes sense.” The woman shrugged and took a seat opposite Janine. “I have a feeling it’ll be a while before they get back here,” she said.
“Can I help you?” Janine asked.
“Nope. I’m here to help you,” the woman revealed with a soft smile.
“I fail to see how you could help us,” Janine told her studying her closely.
“Let’s just say I’m the insurance policy for when the bad guys show up to pay back your bosses for taking down the Gozerian,” the woman stated.
Janine was suddenly very nervous at this revelation. She inched slightly away from the African-American woman and eyed the panic button under her desk briefly – maybe the guys would be able to still pick it up in the Ectomobile.
“Relax,” the woman said in a soothing tone. “I’m not going to hurt anybody. I’m not that kind of ghost,” she said with a smirk.
Janine’s eyes widened. “You’re a ghost?” she demanded.
“In the ectoplasm,” the woman replied with a friendly smile and a wink.
“Uh… then why are you so solid looking?” Janine asked inching away further from the strange woman.
She shrugged out of her jacket and suddenly became transparent – her body floated off the ground without any sign of actual legs – and her neck was now twisted at an odd angle. “A little tool so I can interact physically with the real world,” she explained. “I promise I won’t hurt you,” she added. “My name’s Nikki Wood,” she revealed putting the jacket back on and reaching out for Janine’s hand.
Janine hesitantly shook it. “Janine Melnitz,” she introduced herself. “This is my first time talking to a ghost,” she admitted shrewdly studying the woman seated across from her.
Nikki smiled. “I’m surprised you were open enough to accept a job with these guys,” she admitted. “The supernatural world is kind of difficult to accept for most people.”
Janine eyed her thoughtfully. “Sounds like you had experience in it before you were… ah… murdered,” she said slowly.
Nikki’s expression darkened. “You could say that. How much do these guys know about the undead?” she asked.
“They specialize in the study of parapsychology,” Janine pointed out. “Egon is a very open minded scientist,” she added. “I could feel that from the first moment I met him.”
“Ahhh, I understand now,” Nikki said with a knowing smile.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
Nikki patted Janine’s arm. “I was in love once too.”
Janine’s gaze darkened slightly. “Maybe you should wait outside until they actually get here,” she suggested feeling put upon.
“Didn’t mean to touch a nerve, Janine,” Nikki apologized. “Anyway. I was the Vampire Slayer, until a vampire killed me, but that’s pretty typical for us Slayers,” she said.
Janine’s eyes widened. “I think Egon really needs to hear this,” she said.
Nikki nodded. “Sure. It can wait til they get back I suppose. Why don’t we order a pizza?” she asked.
“You can eat?” Janine eyed Nikki skeptically.
“While I’m wearing this jacket I can… according to the guys upstairs,” she said with a shrug.
“You mean… God?” Janine whispered. Typically she wasn’t that religious, but working for the Ghostbusters opened her eyes to the possibilities of the afterlife.
Nikki shook her head. “The Powers that Be. I guess you’d consider them to be God’s Middle Management team,” she explained with a frustrated sigh.
“Egon and Ray really need to hear this,” Janine decided reaching for the phone before she forgot that their service had been pulled after the containment unit blew. “Damn it,” she cursed.
Nikki tilted her head briefly to the side and then considered some of the things she’d heard other ghosts discussing. Smiling helpfully she reached out and picked up the receiver. “I think this might actually work. Janine, why don’t you dial?” she suggested.
Janine eyed her briefly and then shrugged. “I hope the mobile phone in the Ectomobile is still working,” she said punching in the numbers from memory.
Nikki heard a dial tone and held the receiver to Janine’s ear.
“You’ve reached the Ghostbusters, we just kicked some major spook’s butt, but if you need us to do a job we’ll gladly stop celebrating to catch your specter problems,” Peter said as he picked up the phone in the Ectomobile.
“Peter, give me that!” Egon said snatching the phone out of his hands. “Janine,” he said. “I thought our service was cut.”
“You guys should really get back here,” Janine told Egon with a wary glance aimed at Nikki. “There’s a…I’m not sure what to classify her really… she says she’s here to help protect you guys from something. She also says she was the Vampire Slayer,” Janine explained with a helpless shrug.
The line on the other end was quiet for at least ten minutes. “We’ll be right there, Janine, don’t let her leave or dissaparate or anything else she may decide to do,” Egon instructed in a stern and commanding tone.
Janine nodded. “I don’t think she’s planning on leaving anytime soon… she wanted me to order pizza,” she revealed.
“No anchovies on Ray’s,” Egon reminded with the barest trace of a smile in his tone.
Janine chuckled. “I know your preferences, Egon,” she said rolling her eyes. “Bye.”
Nikki hung up and picked up the phone again. “This definitely comes in handy,” she said reaching across the desk to dial the nearest delivery place. “I hope they’re still in business,” she added ignoring the fact that her arm had elongated beyond the standard length of a human’s arm so she could dial.Continue Please…