DW/BtVS: The Building Blocks of Good and Evil (11/20)
Title: The Building Blocks of Good and Evil
By: PatriciaTepes (AKA Patricia de Lioncourt @ fanfiction.net; PatriciaLouise @ TTH)
Chapter Title: Bad... And They're Drawn That Way
Links to Other Chapters: ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN TWENTY
Fandom: Darkwing Duck/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer:I do not own Darkwing Duck or Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of their related characters. Darkwing Duck belongs to Disney, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon. Also, I don't own the images used in the art. All is done for fun, not profit.
Author's Note: Just a little warning... this chapter has some violent content. You can expect to see more of this as the story progresses.
Chapter Eleven- Bad… And They're Drawn That Way
The guards had been easy kills. A couple of swings of the chainsaw, a couple of snapped necks, and both NegaBuffy and Negaduck had simply strolled right into the St. Canard High Security Prison.
It was such a warm and fuzzy feeling when two people with such similar goals found each other. Negaduck quite enjoyed his partner's blood lust, just as she relished in his.
Megavolt, on the other hand, was just like having an annoying little kid, tagging along behind them, oohing and ahhing at all the carnage.
Chainsaw revving, the three entered the main hall of the prison, and stopped as all the cops did one of two things-half ran at them, and the other half ran from them. Negaduck cackled as guns were pulled. NegaBuffy stepped deftly in front of the Mallard Menace, taking all the bullets fired. When the cops stopped, they gasped. The bullets were simply falling out of her, the wounds healing instantly. She laughed.
"My turn?" she asked.
They ran, most screaming "Monster!" With the slightest turn of her head, NegaBuffy let her eyes fall upon Megavolt.
"Shoot your lightning. Now," she said.
Megavolt gave her a questioning glance, and even looked for a moment like he was going to argue with her. But Negaduck brandished his chainsaw in front of him, and he only nodded. With a deep breath, he moved to the front of the three. Holding out both his hands, flat with the palm down, he let out a small cry and pushed as much electricity from himself as possible.
It was an electric web of death. The bolts from his fingers reached the first guards, the poor fools that had been stuck at the back of the retreating herd, and shot through them, going through each cop in turn. When Megavolt stopped, his eyes wide, afraid even, every single cop fell, dead, to the ground. NegaBuffy cheered and Negaduck laughed. Megavolt only stood there, continuing to stare. With a little sashay, NegaBuffy stepped over the arms and legs of each of the dead cops, making her way to the main control room, Negaduck following behind. Her boots clicked as she slowly climbed the stairs, smiling and waving at the faces of the inmates that were beginning to get curious about all the ruckus.
Negaduck ran his chainsaw along their bars, causing them to jump back as sparks flew.
Megavolt had caught up with his comrades of crime, seeming to try and shake himself free of whatever it was that had frozen him for the moment. NegaBuffy reached the topmost floor, swinging herself over the threshold of the bullet-proof glass protected room, and stopped, smiling to see the operator cowering in one corner. Megavolt let a whimper loose that was just shy of "inaudible." Negaduck stepped forward, ready to dispatch the operator, but the vampire stopped him.
"I've seen what you can do. And now I've seen what he can do. Let me have some fun now," she said.
Negaduck blinked and looked ready to argue, but NegaBuffy gave him no further opportunity. She swooped down upon the dog in the brown officer's uniform, scooping him up in one hand and pressed her now fang-filled mouth to his neck. He cried out for exactly 4.5 seconds before growing limp in her hold. With a satisfied sigh, she released him, tossing the body carelessly to a corner across the small room, and licked the blood from her lips.
"I usually don't make such a mess… but it seems like forever since I've fed. I decided to pig out," she grinned, wiping the last of the crimson liquid from her mouth.
Megavolt looked simply green as he pressed a blue-gloved hand to his mouth. Negaduck only looked… ravenous, like he was seconds away from demanding an encore. NegaBuffy walked to the consol, gazing down at all the lights and buttons and switches. Crossing her arms, she shook her head.
"Unfortunately, I was never one for technology. Always a couple of steps behind it," she said.
"Allow me," Negaduck said, sweeping forward and stashing away his chainsaw somewhere within the folds of his cape.
He lifted both hands, letting his fingers wiggle just a bit, before he began to press several of the glowing buttons. Outside the room, loud buzzers sounded. Metal scrapped on metal as the bars of all the cells slid open. And curious murmurs filled the prison as, like babes taking their first steps, the inmates stepped beyond the confines of their cells.
"Showtime," Negaduck said, withdrawing his chainsaw once more as he exited the room.
The two villains and the vampire stepped out of the control room, stopping as they reached the edge of the balcony platform, directly overlooking the ever-filling main hall in the bottom-middle of the prison cells. Not one set of eyes gazed upwards at the three that had set them all free, and NegaBuffy smirked.
"How will you ever gain all their of their attentions?" she asked, her voice sickeningly sweet.
Negaduck revved his trusty chainsaw, lifting it high in the air, as he cried out over it, "Oy, listen up, you knobs!"
Talking immediately ceased as all eyes found the three of them. NegaBuffy clapped her hands lightly.
"Bravo," she said.
Negaduck ignored her, instead putting all his focus on the inmates in front of him.
"The three of us are the ones that freed all of you, for one sole purpose: the utter destruction of St. Canard!"
A loud, simultaneous roar overtook the prison as several fists punched the air. Negaduck revved his chainsaw once again for attention.
"There's only one condition! Darkwing, and all his little gang of goody two-shoes, belong… to us," he growled.
There were some grumblings of disagreement at that. But Negaduck and NegaBuffy had prepared for such an occasion. After all, the vast majority-if not all-of these hardened felons were in their cells doing twenty-five to life because of that annoying, flapping terror. But they would agree with their dark saviors soon enough.
"And what makes the three of youse so special?" cried someone from the crowd.
"This," Negaduck grinned, gesturing to NegaBuffy.
NegaBuffy, meanwhile, had separated from her little group long enough to pick some random, anonymous criminal from the crowd. She had picked the toughest, meanest looking body-building killer and had dragged him, like a helpless little puppy, up to their self-made stage. With the brightest, most innocent smile she could manage, she whirled the crook around, forced his head to the left, and bit deeply into his neck. Again, she was deliberately messy, allowing some of the precious blood to spurt from her mouth, and making her fangs tear holes that were much bigger than necessary. When he was drained, and limp, she tossed him over the rail and into the space that the crowd below had made. They all looked up in shushed terror.
"Any questions?" Negaduck said.
A general "no," was reached. Negaduck chuckled. "Good. Now, have a ball, guys!"
The crowd cheered, turning, and almost trampling one another as they made their way out of the prison. Negaduck turned to NegaBuffy and swept his hat from atop his head in a bow.
"I must say, that was a rather fine demonstration," he said, grinning up at her.
"Well, thank you. You don't strike me as the type to give out compliments easily," NegaBuffy said.
"He's not," Megavolt murmured.
"I can't deny a masterful display when I see one," Negaduck said.
"Y-yeah. Th-tha-that was something," a familiar voice stuttered.
The three turned, but Megavolt was the only one to grin at the newest arrivals. Liquidator, Bushroot, and Quackerjack stood at the bend in the rails, all looking cautiously curious. NegaBuffy cocked her head.
"And who are you?"
"Oh, jeez," Negaduck groaned, pulling his hat down roughly on his head. "These knobs are former associates of mine."
"Really? And, do the three of you have powers, like the electric rat here?" the vampire asked, gesturing to Megavolt, who dared not get offended.
Liquidator immediately formed himself into a tidal wave, allowing himself to crash back down to the bottom level of the prison. Bushroot pointed to an innocent little African violet that sat on the other side of the bullet-proof glass of the control room and said, "Come on, little one." Immediately, the violet grew into an immense vine, shattering the glass and wrapping itself, anaconda-like, around Megavolt-who did protest this time. Bushroot chuckled, saying a quick, "Sorry, Sparky," and instructed the vine to drop him and retreat.
"Impressive," NegaBuffy said. "And I suppose you wish to join us?"
"Look, look!" Quackerjack said, bounding head over heel towards the vampire. When he landed behind her, he withdrew a slinky, attaching each end to the rail. From his pocket he pulled out four, harmless-looking plastic toys. He loaded them into the slingshot-slinky and launched them into floor below, where they promptly exploded.
"He has no super powers," Negaduck said, by way of explanation.
"Is he good with technologies? Or is that pretty much the extent of it?" NegaBuffy asked.
"Well," Negaduck began, but Bushroot cut him off.
"As much as I hate to admit it, Quackerjack's a mechanical genius," he said.
With a growl, Negaduck swung his chainsaw at the half-plant, half-duck, and Bushroot managed to duck with only seconds to spare. NegaBuffy laughed.
"Very well. I suppose the four of you have your uses," she said, and the rest of the Fearsome Five grinned in satisfaction while Negaduck rolled his eyes.
"So, what's the plan, ma'am?" Quackerjack asked, bounding back to stand with Bushroot, the newly rejoined Liquidator, and Megavolt-who just seemed to feel more comfortable among his teammates rather than standing close to the vampire.
"We've already completed step one, minus a few minor details," NegaBuffy said.
"Like what?" Negaduck asked.
NegaBuffy picked at her front teeth with the pinky of her right hand. "Well, it requires me having several more meals… I do hate to gorge myself, but I think I will tonight. We'll call it a special occasion."
"What's step two?" Bushroot asked.
NegaBuffy grinned. "Step two is the total destruction of the slayer line. Something that is long overdue in this dimension."
Bushroot, Liquidator, and Quackerjack looked confused by this, but Megavolt and Negaduck only nodded.
"And how do we do that?" the Mallard Menace asked.
"Oh, you'll quite enjoy that part, Negaduck. It involves the killing of an almost untold number of innocents. But first, we have to find out who and where they are. Slayers who aren't yet slayers are called potentials, and there's a list of them that the Watcher's Council-those who train those prissy little girls-keep hidden."
"So where do we look?" Megavolt asked.
"Well, I've noticed many similarities between my world and this one, and I have a feeling that I know exactly where to look for this list. Let's go."
The Fearsome Four turned and began to exit the prison immediately, followed by NegaBuffy. A few steps later, she stopped, turning to Negaduck.
"I think it's time that I took you to a place that you would really enjoy, in thanks for bringing me to such a fun little world."
He raised a brow at her. "Really? What do you have in mind?"
The vampire only grinned.
#
"Just like old times," Dawn chuckled, shoving her free hand inside her jacket's pocket.
Slipping out of the Cleveland House had been even easier than she had imagined. With all of the free resources currently dedicated to bringing Buffy back into their dimension, nobody had even questioned Dawn as she slipped out the front door. Normally, she would have been hurt by the seeming lack of caring, but now she welcomed it. It was tiresome being thought of as the little one, the one that needed protecting. Tiresome, and more often than not, suffocating.
But she had slipped away and managed to call Spike from a payphone, a rare find in today's day and age, instructing him to meet her at a grocery store that was several blocks from the Cleveland House. As promised, Mr. Big Bad himself had made it to her in exactly one hour, and the two had loaded into the car-which he said he had "borrowed" from Angel-and driven to the bad part of Cleveland.
"I managed to track these demons to an abandoned building smack in the middle of this street," Dawn said as they turned.
Spike nodded, pulling the vehicle to the curb and parking.
"Best to hoof it from here then," he said, getting out.
Because it was, indeed, the bad part of town, they locked all doors on the black car, and Spike only shrugged when Dawn asked if criminals would not just bust out the windows. The two then walked, shoulder to shoulder, weapons in hand, up the road to their destination.
"So, uh, Dawnie, you never did mention exactly what was wrong with Buffy. Is she hurt? And what is it that you're looking for here? What are we up against?" Spike asked.
Dawn blushed. She hated keeping so much information from a friend. But if he knew she what had planned, he would have never agreed to help her. Instead, like the others, he would try to convince her that she was just being paranoid and silly.
"Buffy's not hurt, but she is in trouble. She's, ah, in another dimension," Dawn explained.
After all, a little truth never hurt. Spike's eyes widened as he stared down at her.
"Come again?"
Dawn shrugged, not wanting to go into the full story. After all, if her involvement, willing or not, were to come up, this whole little mission would be questioned. Best to keep it basic.
"Yeah, some demon zapped her to another universe, where-get this-there are talking ducks! Willow says they walk around and talk just like us, even dress like us-though some don't wear pants for some reason."
"Ducks? Seriously?"
Dawn laughed. "Yeah, that'd be all right, but that's not even half of it. Seems that one of the ducks she met-Darkwing Duck's his name-is a superhero, like Batman or something. And one of his villains, which is a negative doppelganger of his from yet another dimension, found a negative doppelganger of Buffy from even another dimension, who's a vamp."
Silence. Then, "Bloody hell."
Dawn nodded as Spike could only shake his head. Finally, with a slight chuckle, he said, "Ducks? For real?"
"Yeah. Afraid so."
"Okay… so, what is it that we're getting from these demons? I have to confess, Niblet, that I'm a little worried about this being so hush-hush from everyone. I thought we might be trying to raise the dead again."
Dawn grimaced, thinking back on the exact incident that Spike referred to. She had realized, almost too late, that it was a horrible idea to raise someone from the dead. Particularly your own mother. Let the dead stay that way. They probably deserved the rest.
Spike placed a hand on her shoulder. "Sorry. Didn't realize that that was a painful memory, per se."
Dawn shook her head. "It's not. Really. Not anymore. But I'm sorry… about keeping this so vague. It's a crystal, guarded by a hive of demons. I think it'll help Buffy."
"Hive of demons. Better than a bloody dragon. I still don't get why the others aren't even trying this," he said.
Dawn's lips parted, trying her best to come up with a liable excuse. Thankfully, she was saved from doing such as Spike put out a hand to stop her.
"I can smell them. A whole lot of 'em. At least ten, maybe more," he said, tilting his head to the left.
The building that loomed beside them had at least six floors. The bricks were graying from age, and all the windows were boarded up… a little too well for an abandoned building. Dawn brought her axe close to her body.
"I'm ready," she said.
Spike sighed, glancing between the girl and the building.
"How sure are you that this will help her?"
"Pretty sure."
"Give a man a percentage?"
"… Eighty-five?"
Spike rolled his eyes, flipping the sword he carried around in his hand. "I was afraid of that. Let us go."
With a decisive nod, Dawn followed the vampire into the building.
End Notes: And… cliffy! I do so love those! Also, things are really getting bad for our do-gooders! Villains and vampires, what's a vigilante to do? You would think two super powered women coming into your life as your friends would help you… apparently not. Oh, and I hope everyone won't hate me for the way I'm going to deal with some loose strings in this chapter. Well, I guess we'll cross that bridge when we get there. And I also promise that the bad guys have a coherent plan, they aren't just causing random chaos… even though both the big bads do enjoy random chaos. Oh, and can anyone guess what inspired this chapter's title?