Aug 24, 2019 - Unusual Master, Part 2 (FR-13)
Aug 24, 2019 - Unusual Master, Part 2 (FR-13)
Author: mmooch
Summary: **Part of the 2019 LiveJournal’s Twisted Shorts FaD** challenge. Buffy explains some stuff to Jean-Claude and company.
Crossover: Anita Blake
Rating: FR-13
Word count: 893
Challenge: for the livejournal 2019 August Fic-a-Day Challenge.
Timeline: total AU for BtVS; unsure for AB, but after JC, Anita and Richard are a triumvirate.
A/N: Some backstory on how our fav team ended up in AB’verse
Disclaimer: BtVS/AtS characters belong to Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy. Anita Blake characters belong to their owners. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Hyperion Hotel, LA
“So, do you think that the twins have broken the news to the pirate king?” Buffy asked with a smirk. They were sitting at the head of the conference table, waiting for they guests to come down.
Oz listened for a second, then shook his head. “Not yet. Shouldn’t take long, though.”
“His head’s going to explode when he finds out that not only doesn’t our triumvirate not include a vampire - like they all ‘should’ - but a puny human has managed to assume control over all the vampires in the area,” Buffy said, trying unsuccessfully to hold back a laugh.
“Not that we need to tell him, but he’d also be surprised that our trio isn’t sexual in nature,” Tara added. “The idea that we don’t share a bed along with our powers is unheard of for someone like him.”
Shrugging, Buffy reminded her, “It’s that whole difference in our vampires again. Ours care more about killing, this world’s cares about powers and sex.” She got an evil grin on her face and added, “Is it weird that I want to tell them that we came here through a hellgoddess’ portal and something about the journey made us stronger than the local nightlife? Let them spread the news to the rest of the vampire community.”
“No, but we should wait until we’re sure we can take care of the Council,” Oz warned. He understood Buffy’s annoyance with some of the local vamps getting rather snooty about being the top of the food chain…especially towards him and other weres. He heard something and smiled. “They’re coming down and they sound…unhappy.”
The door slammed open and an irate Jean-Claude stood with his followers behind him.
“Problem with your rooms?” Buffy asked innocently.
“Why did you claim to be the Master of Los Angeles when you are not a vampire?!” he shouted.
She casually leaned back in her chair and replied, “Didn’t realize that was a requirement for the job. I just thought I had to be strong enough to control the vampires in my city,” she finished with a hint of power coming out.
He stalked over to her and got right in her face. “No human is strong enough to accomplish that!” he accused.
“Wanna bet?” Buffy challenged.
Jean-Claude took the challenge and attempted to roll her mind. He found himself in a desert sandstorm, being thrown around like he was a feather in the wind. Gasping for breath he didn’t think necessary, he struggled to pull himself out.
When she finally released him, he whispered in horror, “What are you?”
“To you? The new top of the food chain,” she whispered back, letting him see the threat in her eyes.
Anita pulled her gun, sensing the threat through their link. “What did you do to him?” she screamed.
Tara countered her movements by a wave of her hands and a softly spoken, “Thicken!”
“Okay, let’s chill,” Oz told everyone. Well, really, he was just telling their guests because he knew that if Buffy weren’t chill, somebody would be bleeding or dead by now.
Buffy hit an intercom button and said, “We’re ready.” She smiled sweetly at the group and invited them to sit…like she hadn’t just attacked their leader, “Please, make yourselves comfortable. Wow, can I ask what the vampire deal is with the leather sex outfits? Don’t get me wrong, I have a couple pairs of pants that I absolutely adore, but this…” she trailed off as she waved at the ‘traditional’ costumes the St. Louis crowd wore.
Richard fought the urge to chuckle. He had his issues with the vampire/were style of dress that was over-sexualized as well - even if he enjoyed how it looked on Anita. Aloud, all he asked was, “How can a human control vampires?”
Since his question was genuine and not a challenge, Buffy answered him with her own question, “How do vampires control weres?”
“They’re more powerful and can call certain species. Jean-Claude’s animal to call is the wolf,” Richard replied, knowing she probably already knew this.
Buffy smirked and said bluntly, “Consider vampires my animal to call.”
“Impossible!” Jean-Claude exclaimed. This would change everything if it were true, and the thought frightened him, almost as much as the Mother of all Darkness.
She shrugged and gave a thought command to the red-headed vampire. He walked over to her and went down to one knee. “My name is Damien, Mistress. What is your bidding?”
Smiling at him, Buffy released him and said, “Just wanted to know your name, Damien. Wasn’t expecting the kneeling thing. You must be older than you seem to have such manners. Warrior background?”
He nodded slightly and moved back to his seat. Normally, he’d be ashamed at the ease with which she called to him, but it wasn’t brute force. It wasn’t quite seduction either because there was nothing sexual in her hold. He’d have to think on this further.
“So, you see, I can call vampires,” Buffy explained to the rest of the room. “I would have done it to Jean-Claude, but I didn’t want Miss Loves Firearms to draw on me again.”
“Merde sacree,” Jean-Claude cursed softly. The world order had just had a fundamental shift, and he found himself buried.
"What did I just say, Buffy?!" Oz scolded her for revealing part of her biggest secret.
A/N: I couldn’t get the accent on JC’s swear, but basically, he said, “Holy shit.” (according to google translate) That made me giggle.
Author: mmooch
Summary: **Part of the 2019 LiveJournal’s Twisted Shorts FaD** challenge. Buffy explains some stuff to Jean-Claude and company.
Crossover: Anita Blake
Rating: FR-13
Word count: 893
Challenge: for the livejournal 2019 August Fic-a-Day Challenge.
Timeline: total AU for BtVS; unsure for AB, but after JC, Anita and Richard are a triumvirate.
A/N: Some backstory on how our fav team ended up in AB’verse
Disclaimer: BtVS/AtS characters belong to Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy. Anita Blake characters belong to their owners. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Hyperion Hotel, LA
“So, do you think that the twins have broken the news to the pirate king?” Buffy asked with a smirk. They were sitting at the head of the conference table, waiting for they guests to come down.
Oz listened for a second, then shook his head. “Not yet. Shouldn’t take long, though.”
“His head’s going to explode when he finds out that not only doesn’t our triumvirate not include a vampire - like they all ‘should’ - but a puny human has managed to assume control over all the vampires in the area,” Buffy said, trying unsuccessfully to hold back a laugh.
“Not that we need to tell him, but he’d also be surprised that our trio isn’t sexual in nature,” Tara added. “The idea that we don’t share a bed along with our powers is unheard of for someone like him.”
Shrugging, Buffy reminded her, “It’s that whole difference in our vampires again. Ours care more about killing, this world’s cares about powers and sex.” She got an evil grin on her face and added, “Is it weird that I want to tell them that we came here through a hellgoddess’ portal and something about the journey made us stronger than the local nightlife? Let them spread the news to the rest of the vampire community.”
“No, but we should wait until we’re sure we can take care of the Council,” Oz warned. He understood Buffy’s annoyance with some of the local vamps getting rather snooty about being the top of the food chain…especially towards him and other weres. He heard something and smiled. “They’re coming down and they sound…unhappy.”
The door slammed open and an irate Jean-Claude stood with his followers behind him.
“Problem with your rooms?” Buffy asked innocently.
“Why did you claim to be the Master of Los Angeles when you are not a vampire?!” he shouted.
She casually leaned back in her chair and replied, “Didn’t realize that was a requirement for the job. I just thought I had to be strong enough to control the vampires in my city,” she finished with a hint of power coming out.
He stalked over to her and got right in her face. “No human is strong enough to accomplish that!” he accused.
“Wanna bet?” Buffy challenged.
Jean-Claude took the challenge and attempted to roll her mind. He found himself in a desert sandstorm, being thrown around like he was a feather in the wind. Gasping for breath he didn’t think necessary, he struggled to pull himself out.
When she finally released him, he whispered in horror, “What are you?”
“To you? The new top of the food chain,” she whispered back, letting him see the threat in her eyes.
Anita pulled her gun, sensing the threat through their link. “What did you do to him?” she screamed.
Tara countered her movements by a wave of her hands and a softly spoken, “Thicken!”
“Okay, let’s chill,” Oz told everyone. Well, really, he was just telling their guests because he knew that if Buffy weren’t chill, somebody would be bleeding or dead by now.
Buffy hit an intercom button and said, “We’re ready.” She smiled sweetly at the group and invited them to sit…like she hadn’t just attacked their leader, “Please, make yourselves comfortable. Wow, can I ask what the vampire deal is with the leather sex outfits? Don’t get me wrong, I have a couple pairs of pants that I absolutely adore, but this…” she trailed off as she waved at the ‘traditional’ costumes the St. Louis crowd wore.
Richard fought the urge to chuckle. He had his issues with the vampire/were style of dress that was over-sexualized as well - even if he enjoyed how it looked on Anita. Aloud, all he asked was, “How can a human control vampires?”
Since his question was genuine and not a challenge, Buffy answered him with her own question, “How do vampires control weres?”
“They’re more powerful and can call certain species. Jean-Claude’s animal to call is the wolf,” Richard replied, knowing she probably already knew this.
Buffy smirked and said bluntly, “Consider vampires my animal to call.”
“Impossible!” Jean-Claude exclaimed. This would change everything if it were true, and the thought frightened him, almost as much as the Mother of all Darkness.
She shrugged and gave a thought command to the red-headed vampire. He walked over to her and went down to one knee. “My name is Damien, Mistress. What is your bidding?”
Smiling at him, Buffy released him and said, “Just wanted to know your name, Damien. Wasn’t expecting the kneeling thing. You must be older than you seem to have such manners. Warrior background?”
He nodded slightly and moved back to his seat. Normally, he’d be ashamed at the ease with which she called to him, but it wasn’t brute force. It wasn’t quite seduction either because there was nothing sexual in her hold. He’d have to think on this further.
“So, you see, I can call vampires,” Buffy explained to the rest of the room. “I would have done it to Jean-Claude, but I didn’t want Miss Loves Firearms to draw on me again.”
“Merde sacree,” Jean-Claude cursed softly. The world order had just had a fundamental shift, and he found himself buried.
"What did I just say, Buffy?!" Oz scolded her for revealing part of her biggest secret.
A/N: I couldn’t get the accent on JC’s swear, but basically, he said, “Holy shit.” (according to google translate) That made me giggle.