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Summary: Casca the Eternal Mercenary comes gunning for one of the Scoobys and gets a bigger battle than he bargained for. moderate AU--COMPLETE

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Literature > Action > Author: Barry SadlertrinfanebFR131010,986065,1306 May 046 May 04Yes

The Eternally Cursed

This is a crossover with Casca the Eternal Mercenary from the series of books written by the late
Barry Sadler in the 70s and 80s. Mr. Saddler was a Green Beret in Vietnam and wrote and sung the
popular "Ballad of the Green Berets" song. Enough of Casca's origin and some of his adventures
are mentioned in the story for you to get an idea of his background, but you can find more info at
pjfarmer dot com in the Wold Newton Chronology Central section.

All characters are the intellectual property of their respective creators, film companies, etc.; this
story may not be sold or distributed on a profit-making basis. I welcome free distribution of the
story, but please let me know if you are going to do it.

Prologue

Some time ago in China I chanced to be passing a graveyard and saw the body of a young girl being
buried by a grieving and prosperous family. For some reason the memory has lingered in my mind.
These days I look back and wonder if she had been some ordinary girl or if she had been the Chosen.

The Eternally Cursed

Excerpts from the unpublished "Chronicles of Casca" memoir

I was getting my virtual butt kicked in the demo version of online Blackhawk Down by the -oZi-
squad when I got the call. "Damm those guys are good," I muttered as I took off my headset and
picked up the phone. When I put it down five minutes later I had a job.

I hadn't accepted many missions since the bloodbath in Africa, but my go-between's tale of a blood
feud going back to the Boxer Rebellion had me intrigued. Blood vengeance is an old companion of
mine and I was a stage where I'm feeling nostalgic about the 1900 rebellion. You see, I had been
there.

Six weeks later I was in a van with my night vision binoculars trained on a darkened house in
Sunnydale, California. My eight man team and I had swept the city for a few weeks until we had
finally spotted the target crossing a street and going down an alley. It looked like he had been
carrying a body. By the time all of us had converged on the target, he had entered a house.

We set up a perimeter around the house and swept it with military heartbeat sensors. This was my
first time using the new technology in the field and my principal had payed a pretty penny for us to
obtain them on the black market, but we had tested them extensively and they worked well within
the specified parameters. There were no heartbeats detected within the house. That was logical
given that our target was a vampire and didn't have a beating heart.

We camped on the house on thirty minutes as I weighed the options. No heartbeats meant no living
persons in the house. We didn't have to worry about civilian casualties. The main worry was that
there might be more vamps in the house. It was far better to corner the target in the house where his
mobility was limited, so I gave the "engage, engage" command over my throat mike.

We left a guard at the front and back of the house and entered the residence with two teams. I was
in the front breach team and we battered the door down with the ram and swept each room until we
met the other team. He wasn't in any of the rooms, so that meant he had to be in the attic or
basement. I left a man to cover the front and rear doors and dispatched a two man team to search the
attic. The attic was clear, so five of us went down to the basement.

We were hit just as the point man reached the bottom of the stairs. The first two men were hurled
into the air before we knew what was happening. I tried to get a shot in using my taser as the target
came at me with blinding speed, but he knocked it out of my hand and threw me halfway across the
basement.

The fourth man did connect with his taser, but the target was still able to grab the man's arm and
break it. The vampire was kneecapping the fifth man when I put a tranc dart into him. The point
man recovered and put another dart on target and the vampire finally went down.

We secured the target with cuffs on wrists and ankles, worked on the wounded, and took them out to
the vans. I was policing up evidence in the basement when I heard a couple of muted thumps sound
from the upstairs. I sent one of the two men guarding the target up the stairs to check on the
disturbance as I tried to find out what was going on using the comm.

"Status report. What's the noise."

The back door sentry hissed back, "We have multiple hostiles in the house. At least two men
down." I heard the thud of a knife hitting home in a body and didn't hear anything else.

"We're about to get visitors," I said to the man in the basement with me as I pulled out my silenced
9mm beretta. "I'll take the first wave coming down the stairs and you take the second while I
reload."

We didn't have long to wait. Within seconds a black robed figure was coming down the stairs with
a knife in his hands. I gave him and the two that followed double taps to the head. It didn't look
like the losses were slowing down this mob, so I switched to single head shots. Still I popped my 15
rounds within a minute.

"Reloading." I called to my partner and dug into a pocket for another clip. Un-noticed the vampire
had woken up and used his legs to sweep my partner off his feet. I reloaded and shot two of the
black robes before the gun was knocked from my hand by a third. Then I blocked a strike and
grabbed my knife and punched it into his ribcage, but another one plunged his pigsticker into me
from behind. Painfully I twisted around and buried my gerber in his chest. There was something
odd about his eyes. Then I got mobbed and felt several more knife impacts and then blackness.

I woke up and it was still black. I felt bodies above and below me and dirt dribbled into my mouth
when I tried to take a breath. I realized that the only oxygen I had was what was in my lungs when I
had taken the knife wounds before. I think one of my lungs had been punctured then. I frantically
tried to push my way out of the grave, but there was too much weight above and I didn't have
enough air. Blackness again.

The next time I opened my eyes, I could see dirt, but I was able to breathe out my nose. Someone
had lain me face down on the basement floor next to the bodies of my men. I heard a man and a
woman talking.

"No bite marks," the man said. "At least I didn't sire them."

"But why did you kill them and what's the deal with the big pile of bloody black robes and weapons
at the bottom of the hole?" said the woman. She sounded young.

"I don't remember although I'm getting flashes of killing most of my sires. And knives aren't my
style. Wait a second. One of them is alive. I can hear his breathing." I felt hands turning me over
and then I was looking into the target's face. I was still too weak to fight, so I prepared for the
blackness again.
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