We Are Open To ReceiveAUTHOR:
Terminator characters are the creation of James Cameron. Buffy characters are the property of Joss Whedon. I’m not making a profit and it wouldn’t do to come after me for money; I have three kids and preggers with another. I’m broke as a joke, yo!SUMMARY:
Dawn comes to the conclusion that Marcus shouldn’t choose their nightly accommodations.AUTHOR’S NOTES:
This is part of the 25 Crossovers
prompts that I have had sitting on the back burner for…forever! LOL I’m using it as a basis for a series of side stories of my Blood of Fate
story. Also, I'm so excited, I'm posting this before it's beta'd. Once it's beta'd, I'll repost with any fixes. :-)
Dawn looked at the place where they had decided to stop and stay the night and frowned. Something about it just didn’t sit right with her. It was a single story style motel, white, with an overhanging eave to keep the currently torrential downpour from drowning one while trying to get in the door to the room. That she probably could have handled, but it was the house high on the hill behind the place that really gave her the heebie jeebies.
Waiting for Marcus to open the door to the room, she shivered as a gust of cold wind swept through the parking lot. A sense of foreboding crept over her as she glanced up and saw the ‘No’ part of the ‘No Vacancy’ sign flicker on. The lines from an old Eagles song crossed her mind.“…we are open to receive,
You can check out anytime you like,
But you can never leave.”
Yeah, this was awesome. Just great. Looking over at Marcus as she stepped into the room, she shook her head.
“I swear by all that’s holy and sacred to you, Marcus… If I get stabbed by some psycho while I’m in the shower, I will haunt you for the rest of your days.” She warned him.
Marcus just smirked and shrugged. “That only happens in movies, Dawnie.”
Dawn gaped at him for a moment. “Um, hello! – killer robots from the future only happens in movies, too!” With that, she grabbed her shower bag and some nightclothes and stomped into the bathroom, muttering about psycho serial killer stalkers and how her life was the epitome of bad horror movies.
Marcus just shook his head and chuckled at her antics as he turned around to close the drapes. But the smile slowly changed to a frown of unease as the setting sun cast the roadside sign into shadow and the lights flickered from age. The ‘Bates Motel’ could very well be an interesting night’s stay.