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Summary: A werewolf meets a werewolf hunter, and business ensues.

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Harry Potter > Other BtVS/AtS CharactersGreywizardFR151863091,80220 Aug 1120 Aug 11Yes
Disclaimer: They all belong to either JKR or Joss and ME. Deal with it. I have.

Category: Harry Potter/BtVS crossover.

Summary: A werewolf meets a werewolf hunter, and business ensues.

Time Frame: Post Buffy's Season Two episode, 'Phases,' for Gib Cain, and sometime after Harry's third year and prior to his fourth year at Hogwarts for JKR's characters. Follow-up to my earlier story, 'Cross My Palm With Silver.'

Spoilers: None whatsoever.

Character Bashing: None

Feedback: Of course!

Archiving: Talk to me first, please.

Author’s Note 1: This one is unbeta'd, as all of these submissions will be.

Author’s Note 2: As usual, “word” indicates speech, :: word :: indicates mental communication and { word } indicates a character's thoughts.

Author’s Note 3: This is story #19 for Challenge 6471: August Fic-A-Day 2011.


"I've been told you've been looking for me, meat."

Gib Cain smiled to himself as he heard the gruff voice issue from the darkness shrouding the near-impenetrable forest off to the left of the cabin he'd rented.

"That depends," he replied in a voice which easily carried back through the still night air. "If you're the piece of shit who calls himself Fenrir Greyback and who likes to molest children, then the answer is, 'Yes, I've been looking for you.'

"If you're not him, but you are a werewolf, then I'll start looking for you after I'm finished with him," Cain finished speaking and settled back into his chair, listening intently for any sounds that might indicate the location of the speaker.

He'd chosen this cabin in particular because of its layout, with the only open area directly in front of the small porch on which he currently sat, thus minimizing the chance of any attacks against its occupants from anywhere but straight ahead.

And given what he'd learned about Greyback, the werewolf would disdain anything except a straight-on attack as being far too cowardly to use.

"You really want me to make this as painful as I can, doncha, meat?" the voice snarled again, a combination of annoyance and amusement at his attitude evident.

"Think whatever you like, Bowser," he answered carelessly. "It's not like it's gonna matter a whole lot."

The sound of a low growl came from the same general area as before, Cain noted, and he tried not to tense up as he prepared himself to move.

"C'mon, Fido," he taunted his would-be assailant. "What's the matter? Too scared to attack me if my back's not turned?

"Here. I'll make it easy for you," he said, getting up from his chair and turning to face the wall behind him, so as to make his actions match his earlier words, while also making his contempt for his opponent obvious.

Since his face was now not visible to any onlooker, his smile would remain unseen, Cain reflected with some minor satisfaction. As he closed his eyes and waited to see if his prey would react to his provocation, an angry snarl alerted him that his ploy had been successful, and he heard the thud of heavy paws against the ground approaching.

An instant later, the darkness around him abruptly burst into eye-searing brightness and ear-splitting explosions, and Cain threw himself to the side as he pulled his tranquilizer pistol from the shoulder holster where it had been concealed.

Opening his eyes and blinking away the residual after-images that still lingered, the werewolf hunter aimed as much by sound as sight and quickly pulled the trigger three times, shooting into the wildly thrashing monster that was had slammed full-tilt into the front wall of the cabin, even as he shifted away from his present position.

Waiting a full minute after the beast had stopped spasming before carefully drawing closer, Cain smiled as he opened the chest positioned off to one side and pulled out several sets of silver-plated manacles to secure his prey.

{ I knew tying the flash-bangs into a surveillance camera would work, } he thought to himself with smug satisfaction. { Without these earplugs, I'd probably be as deaf as this idiot is, now. }


"Finally waking up, huh?"

It seemed to Greyback that the vaguely-echoing words were coming down some sort of tunnel and from a far distance away, and he shook himself to try and dislodge the fuzziness from his head.

At least, he *tried* to shake himself, but he couldn't seem to move even a single muscle.

"You're probably just now realizing that you can't move," the voice stated, "but don't worry too much about that – it's because of the paralytics I shot you up with."

Blinking his eyes, the lycanthrope who had spread fear and terror across the face of Europe for the past thirty-odd years realized that he was hanging in the air from some sort of framework, and completely powerless to do anything about it.

"No, don't worry about not being able to move," the voice repeated, and Greyback finally managed to focus his attention on the man calmly standing in front of him.

The man who was holding a vary large sliver-plated knife in his hand, and who was regarding him with a wide smile.

"If I were you, I'd be worrying about exactly how good with this knife I am," the man he'd come hunting for earlier in the evening said as he gestured towards him with the blade.

"And just how long it's going to take for me to finish skinning you" he said. "Because I'm gonna make very sure you don't die before I'm done.

"We wouldn't want to ruin a perfectly good pelt, now would we?"


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