Sunday, December 22, 2019

Dark are the Shadows - 12/22/2019

Happy Holidays to everyone! I'm posting early because my internet is beyond sporadic right now.  We were offline for four days so far.  Hope everyone's holidays are wonderful!

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Dark are the Shadows
by Ms Hunter Ash

a BTVS/Dark Shadows crossover soap opera

rating: PG13
pairings: Buffy/Quentin; Xander/Anya; Willow/Tara; Giles/Angelique

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Buffy frowned when she and Joyce walked back into the mansion and saw Giles pacing with a scowl on his face and everyone except Tara and Angelique watched the Watcher.

“What’s going on?” Buffy asked.

“He got a call and he’s been all growly ever since,” Anya answered.

“Giles?”

The Englishman stopped and looked at his Slayer. “The Council wants to come here, a delegation as Quentin put it.”

“Why?” Buffy asked.

“To conduct a review of us,” Giles said. “Of you and me, in particular, and the store. They have answers about Glory and won’t give us the information unless we pass their tests and reviews.”

“Why?” Joyce asked.

“Because Glory is so powerful and we, apparently, are just bumbling along and have been lucky thus far and they aren’t sure if they should trust the information to us,” Giles answered.

“Tell them to go to hell,” Xander said loudly.

“There were… threats,” Giles said.

“What kind of threats?” Joyce demanded.

Giles glanced away. “My green card,” he responded. “They can have me deported by the end of a day.”

“And from what you’ve said about your Council they aren’t going to look favorably on vampires being around,” Quentin ventured and Giles shook his head.

“I don’t want them here, Giles!” Buffy protested. “They nearly got me and Mom killed on my birthday and they almost killed me after Faith woke up!”

“Then Interpol and MI-6 will have me out of the country in days with enough criminal charges to ensure I can never return,” Giles said.

“What do we do?” Anya asked.

“Jump through their hoops,” Giles suggested. “We don’t let them near this place and tell them that Anya is on a buying trip, she can stay here as a day guard for Angelique and Tara. Willow and Tara are out of town together doing research for a paper for university… Joyce is not up to interviews due to her treatments.”

“That eliminates most everyone from their interviews,” Quentin noted. “I’ll stay here with Xander and Anya. I don’t need them prying into my history.”

“You are quick on your feet, Rupert,” Joyce said with a smile. “I don’t like this, however. You two shouldn’t have to jump through hoops so that they can have control over the Slayer again.”

“No, we shouldn’t,” Buffy said thoughtfully.

“If they find out Rupert was a vampire and isn’t recovered yet…” Quentin said.

“I’ve recovered,” Giles protested.

“No, you haven’t,” Buffy said with a shake of her head. “You’re too thin, too pale, can’t see in bright sunlight and the wounds on your neck haven’t healed totally yet.”

“They can’t find out about what happened with the Leviathans,” Tara said as she stood up. “I need to stop for a moment.”

“We can’t keep them from Giles,” Buffy said. “They’ll know we’re keeping everyone out of their hands as it is.”

“She’s right,” Angelique agreed. “I need a moment as well. What about getting Rupert a tan and trim his beard a bit. The wounds are easily explained, he is a hunter, a vampire got too close and bit him before Buffy killed the vampire.”

“That would help,” Anya agreed. “He can touch holy objects and casts a reflection so they may not realize he’s kind of part vampire.”

Giles blinked. “What? I…I know I’m connected to Angelique but… what?”

“What?” Anya repeated. “You’re not totally human anymore. That other werewolf said so.”

“Quentin?” Buffy turned to her potential boyfriend and the tall man rammed his hands into his jeans and shrugged.

“I get the same thing as Thomas did,” he said a moment later.

Giles sat down heavily into a chair. “If they have magic users with them… they’ll see my life-line is connected with someone magically and might be able to tell who and what Angelique is.”

Angelique knelt down on the floor and looked up at the Watcher. “Rupert, I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for, luv,” he said softly. “If you hadn’t done the spell I’d be a vampire now or dead.”

“But when you die, won’t you become a vampire?” Dawn asked and bit her lip.

“Yes, nothing is going to stop that unless I’m staked before I rise,” Giles said.

“And that is NOT going to happen!” Angelique said firmly.

“When will they get here?” Buffy asked.

“Day after tomorrow,” Giles replied.

“I need to think about this. We can’t waste time jumping through their hoops with Blair and Glory out there and Barnabas and Willow missing,” Buffy said.

“How do we keep them from having Rupert deported?” Joyce asked.

“Even with criminal charges pending its hard to deport someone who is married to a U.S. citizen,” Quentin suggested.

“Well, I am a citizen but I’m also a vampire,” Angelique said. “One mirror or cross would give me away.”

“Angelique, can I talk to you for a moment?” Joyce asked. “Outside?”

“Of course,” the witch said and kissed Giles after she stood up.

“Mom?” Buffy asked.

“Girl talk,” Joyce said. “We won’t be long.”

“Even for a hellmouth this just gets weirder every night,” Xander complained.


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//Barnabas! Barnabas! Can you hear me? Please! I’m scared and alone!//

Willow turned and began to cry into her pillow.


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“Buffy, Dawn, could you join us, please?” Joyce called from the patio door.

“What on earth?” Giles mumbled.

“No one does conspiracy like women,” Xander declared.

It was ten minutes before Angelique appeared at the door. “Join us, Rupert.”

“I expected that was coming,” Giles muttered as he stepped out of the mansion. “What’s going on?”

“Its probably not hard to figure out,” Angelique said as she interlocked her arm with his.

“Probably not,” Giles agreed. “It would be risky for Angelique to meet with Watchers, especially well trained ones. We know one way to slow down a potential deportation is for me to be married and it shouldn’t be Angelique given the circumstances.”

“Go on,” Angelique urged.

“Joyce has suggested what? That I marry her or Buffy?”

“Oh, I don’t think so!” Buffy said quickly. “No offense, Giles, but… you’re more dad material than boyfriend material.”

“Good, I agree,” Giles said.

“Besides, after that candy thing…” Buffy began.

“Do not finish that sentence, young lady!”

“Rupert, will you marry me?” Joyce asked before Buffy could respond. “A green card marriage. You and I say all the right things to immigration if they ask. The Council probably won’t approve but they won’t see it as impossible given how close you are to Buffy.”

“And?” Giles asked as Buffy and Dawn looked at each other with concerned expressions.

“If something happens to me you and Buffy will take good care of Dawn,” Joyce added. “And their father won’t be able to force Dawn to live with him.”

“Girls, you approve?” the Watcher asked.

“Yeah, it’ll help keep you with us,” Dawn said. “And…it works.”

“Angelique?” Giles asked softly.

The vampire turned and kissed him firmly.

“It does make sense,” she said softly. “And we both know I can’t live here. I will see you often, don’t worry about that. Besides, maybe she can get you to eat.”

Giles kissed Angelique and then looked at Joyce.

“I accept and will be honored to be an official part of the family on whatever level the three of you wish,” he said.

“Great, let’s get you married tomorrow then,” Buffy said.

Giles nodded and kissed Joyce’s cheek. “Thank you.”

“We’ll have to move some of your things in,” Dawn said. “So it looks like he lives with us.”

“Good idea,” Buffy said. “Come on, runt, let’s give these three some space.”

“Okay,” Dawn said and then rushed over and hugged Giles tightly. “You’ll be a great dad.”

“Thank you, I shall try.”


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“Why can’t I turn her now?” Tom demanded from Nicholas as the sorcerer watched Glory in a far-seeing mirror.

“Oh shut up,” Nicholas snapped. “Now, lets see if we can find a weakness in this petty hellgod…”

“A god with weaknesses?” Tom asked.

“Most of them have weakness, go read Greek mythology,” Nicholas said. “Some are very powerful but they all have weaknesses. The key is finding what it is. See, look at this, she’s on the floor sweating and weak like a junkie going through withdrawals.”

“Okay, that’s weird, what’s causing it?” Tom asked as he moved closer.

“That is the question, isn’t it?” Nicholas said with a slight smile. “Ah, her minions.”

“A postman? What the hell?”

Sorcerer and vampire watched as the troll-like creatures pulled, dragged and bullied a postal worker over to the woman lying on the floor.

“What’s going on?” the man demanded. “Look, I don’t have a lot of money and I don’t know where to get drugs! I won’t say a word, just let me go.”

One of the minions helped Glory sit up and the woman looked at the postman with glazed eyes.

Tom drew closer as Glory placed her hands on the man’s temples and she smiled.

“Whoa!” the vampire exclaimed as Glory’s fingers sank into the man’s skull.

Instead of brain matter and blood bright light began radiating from where the fingers had pierced the man’s body and it surrounded deity and victim. After a few moments Glory pulled her fingers back and the man collapsed to the floor blinking.

“That’s better,” Glory said. “Try not to cut it so close next time, guys, or you won’t live another day!”

“Yes, your greatness!”

The postman sat up and looked at the three with panicked eyes. “You’re watching me! I can feel you watching me! The train is going to be late! I won’t get off in time!”

Glory chuckled as the man jumped to his feet and ran out of the room.

Nicholas’ eyes narrowed.

“Now, I need to freshen up,” Glory said. “This mental brain sucking…. Well, sucks.”

“Yes, your worshipfulness,” one of the trolls agreed. “It is something we must ensure doesn’t happen to you again. We are lowly toads and unworthy to be in your presence. We will do better at obtaining humans for you to drain to keep your wonderful and exceptional brain in working order!”

“You’d better!” Glory said.

Nicholas waved his hand and the mirror began reflecting the room he and Tom were in again. The sorcerer touched his lips with a finger. “What does all of that mean?”

“The guy was nuts after she was done with him,” Tom Jennings observed.

“Yes, I wonder how many others she’s drained and why,” Nicholas said thoughtfully. “He was sane when he went in. Or relatively sane and insane when he left. She needs…donors to maintain her mental stability. Why, though? I’ll far-see more in a few. As for Willow Rosenberg, leave her for tonight. Barnabas has stopped trying to reach anyone from the outside and her playmates can see her but not where she is. Let them observe how depressed and hopeless she feels right now.”

“What about the others? Shouldn’t we pick the rest of them off?”

“No, they’re fragmented and desperate with Barnabas and the girl missing,” Nicholas said. “And they don’t know what we’re up to. We will start watching them very closely, the timing must be getting close for that insane bitch god. The knights should show up very soon.”

“The knights?” Tom asked.

“Come, I’ll explain while we get some dinner,” Nicholas said. “I shall eat and you can prey on the waitress.”

“Deal.”


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Tara pulled back from the scrying mirror with a frown. Where was Willow? They couldn’t trace vampires easily but she should be able to find Willow!

She had seen interesting things while spying on Nicholas though!

“Guys, I may have information,” she called to the room.

“I’ll get Giles, Joyce and Angelique,” Xander offered as he jumped up from the table.

In moments everyone was crowding around the table and Tara relayed what she had seen and heard.

“So Nicholas is right, she does have weaknesses,” Giles said thoughtfully. “This explains the increase in the mentally unstable. What is she pulling from people?”

“Brain sucker,” Xander said.

“Oh don’t be ridiculous, they still have their brains,” Giles grumbled.

“Yeah, but not their smarts and whatever makes someone stable,” Xander pointed out.

“Something about her winds down and she needs a boost,” Buffy suggested.

Giles nodded. “Yes, that may be a weakness we can use. I’m not sure how yet.”

“Lets keep looking for Willow,” Angelique suggested. “It would be better if we could eliminate either Nicholas or this Glory before dealing with the other.”

Buffy nodded. “I agree.”

“So, uh, Giles, you gonna marry Mrs. S?” Xander asked.

“She has asked me to, yes,” Giles said. “As a means to stay in the country.”

“And I am fine with it,” Angelique added. “Our relationship will continue without the Council being aware of it.”

“Are we really rejoining with the Council?” Xander asked.

“I don’t know. They’re insisting that we do before they’ll turn over information to us,” Giles said.

“So they’re dangling important information about someone that could probably destroy the world and they won’t give it to us unless we say Please and ask to join their little club again?” Buffy asked.

“I wouldn’t put it that way… no, actually I would,” Giles said.

“I’m not happy with that,” Buffy said thoughtfully.

“None of us will be,” Giles agreed.


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Angelique touched Giles’ hands as he began to rub her shoulders. “That feels good.”

“It’s about an hour before sunrise, why don’t you quit for the night?” he suggested.

“I should be able to find him, Rupert,” Angelique said as she covered the mirror. “Even when he went traveling through time, I could find him and find out what he was up to.”

“For some reason it’s impossible to track vampires through magic here,” Giles said as she stood up and he wrapped his arms around her. “The Hellmouth protects itself.”

“Where is everyone?”

“Tara is taking some time to herself, most likely to cry until sunrise,” Giles said. “Buffy, Dawn and Quentin went over to her house to pick up some homework Dawn forgot. Joyce, Xander and Anya are asleep.”

“And you, my dark knight? Feeling sleepy?” Angelique asked and kissed him.

“Not at the moment,” he said softly.

“Then let’s work on that.”


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Buffy trotted down the stairs and into the kitchen to grab her Mom’s favorite specialty coffee that she’d make occasionally while Quentin helped Dawn grab a few things from her room.

“Hey are you….”

Buffy stared at a smiling Glory who was obviously waiting for her in the living room.

“Long night, sweetie?”


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Barnabas opened his eyes and frowned. He sat up slowly and looked around with a puzzled expression. Hadn’t he been… Where was he?

The vampire found his cane lying over his arm and his ring returned to his finger and he was dressed much in the manner he had in the late ‘60s in a suit, tie and his Inverness cloak.

His surroundings were also puzzling. Everything was white, as if he were trapped in a fog or… the inside of a ping pong ball.

Barnabas stood up and almost drew his cane up defensively when he could make out figures approaching in the fog but something held his hand. He tried not to show any fear when a man and woman came into focus and they were most unusual in the golden sheen of their skin, bright blue eyes and ancient Greek tunics.

He also resisted demanding to know who and what they were.

“You show restraint,” the man commented. “That is unusual for a vampire.”

“I assume you will tell me as much as you wish me to know in your good time,” Barnabas replied.

“No demands or arrogance?” the woman asked.

“Wherever I am it is almost certain that you have brought me here,” Barnabas said. “That means you have more powers than I, especially at the moment.”

“Are you afraid, vampire?”

“Of course,” Barnabas admitted. “And curious.”

“Tell me something, if you were given a peaceful rest, one that you would have always imagined, would death frighten you?” the woman asked.

“No, why would it?” Barnabas asked. “I’m not sure what I actually believe but peace is something I’ve longed for ever since being cursed.”

“Without hesitation?” the man asked.

“No, with hesitation,” Barnabas replied. “Others rely on me, heroes that may save the world.”

“If you are at peace what does it matter what happens to the world?” the man demanded.

“It matters,” Barnabas said firmly.

“Then you would continue your existence to protect some while preying on others,” the woman commented.

“Reluctantly preying on most of those I’ve attacked and killed,” Barnabas said slowly. “I have been striving for decades to keep that in check. Perhaps helping keep my family and the heroes alive I make up for some of the terror I’ve caused at times.”

“If given the choice which would you choose between returning to your wife and life in the shadows or to continue to help the heroes in the light where you will likely lose your life to an uncertain after-life and definitely lose your wife?” the man asked.

“And if I leave the heroes, will they prevail?” Barnabas asked.

“Sometimes the future isn’t set when dealing with humans,” the woman said.

“Or you have the choice to accept a peaceful afterlife,” the man added. “The choice is yours.”

“To stand with the heroes,” Barnabas said without hesitation.

“Why that choice?” the woman asked.

“It’s the right thing to do,” Barnabas replied.

“May you be happy with your choice, vampire,” the man said. “You also face blinding hunger and pain and will likely die a painful end. Your body is starved and poisoned, you may not recover in time to help them.”

“I know that,” Barnabas said and winced when the world turned upside down and he closed his eyes against the maelstrom only to find himself hanging from his wrists again and screamed from the pain and hunger.


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