Drinks with the Devil - August 3rd
Twisted Shorts August Fic-a-Day Challenge - Day 4
Title: Drinks with the Devil
Author:hermione2be
Rating: PG/FR13/K+
Crossover: BtVS/Lucifer
Disclaimer: I do not own any of BtVS/Angel or Lucifer people, places, or ideas. This fiction is done simply for pleasure and I receive no profit.
Summary: Dawn meets the Devil.
Seasons: Post-BtVS&AtS/Mid-season 2
Word Count: 1330
Dawn cursed and thanked her sister in the same breath. Only because of Buffy did she know how to walk in heels, in a dress that barely reached the middle of her thighs, and she could still take on a seven foot demon.
But, damn, it was uncomfortable.
She would not have been in L.A. if it wasn’t for Buffy’s refusal to return to California, even a dozen years after leaving the Sunnydale Sinkhole.
Part of that could probably be pinned on Angel, who still skulked around this part of the world. So instead, Buffy stayed out of the supernatural and on a completely different continent. Which meant it was the one place Dawn was guaranteed to not be stalked by her sister or any of her sister’s friends.
Dawn stopped at the corner and adjusted her strap of her dress. The twinkling emerald dress clung to her from shoulder to thigh. She threw her shoulders back and focused on moving on her own two feet.
She turned the corner and entered the club.
Lux.
The security at the door looked her ID over with extra scrutiny before allowing her in. Dawn tried not to roll her eyes. It was hard to explain how much she hated being questioned, by strangers as much as her own family.
She made her way to one of the small corner tables and observed the people. Most were like anyone else in any of the hundreds of clubs in LA.
There were people who drew her eye. Pretty people bouncing around and drinking and flirting with their eyes. She just observed, taking her time to catalog everything.
Several hours later, Dawn’s phone beeped and she pulled it out of her thin-strapped purse.
Tell me you are not chasing down the Devil.
Dawn replied. You really think if the Devil were on Earth he would hide in plain sight?
Dammit, D.
Where are you?
I’m a big girl who can take care of herself, Con.
Seriously, D, it’s dangerous.
I’m investigating. That thing we do. And it does not require you and Angel on my ass. This is the kind of thing where being a twenty-something who can fit in a slinky dress makes me perfect to do this.
There was no immediate reply. Dawn stared at her phone. She loved Connor like an annoying family member, but he had assigned himself a big brother role after their first meeting had resulted in her nearly getting killed. It had not been her fault really, but it had ingrained in him the idea that she was some errant girl who would get herself dead without his interference. Okay, and fine, she had been kidnapped three separate times in the last five years. It still did not mean that she needed help chasing a rumor.
If you don’t text me that you are home safe and sound by morning, I will be bringing down the whole team to find you.
Don’t threaten me.
And can we make it noon. The clientele here may mean I don’t get home by morning.
He sent back a rude emoji. She grinned and put her phone away.
“You seem impressed with yourself,” a voice said over the music.
Dawn looked up to feel the smile freeze on her face. She had met many handsome and beautiful men in her life. Evil often used beauty to hide its intent. But the black haired, brown eyed man she was looking at easily outdid them all. He was dressed impeccably in a suit, white shirt opened at the neck. He had straight white teeth and a stubble-covered face. He was also tall.
“My friend,” she found herself saying. “He’s a pain in my ass, so it’s fun to tweak his nose.”
His grin widened. “You’ve got a mischievous side, don’t you?”
“That’s probably a nice way of putting it,” she admitted. “Dawn,” she offered her hand.
“Lucifer,” he introduced himself, taking her hand in a strong grip.
“It’s nice to meet you,” she said without missing a beat over his name.
He sat down next to her and sipped at the last of his scotch. “What brings you to Lux?”
“What makes you think I’m not just here for fun?”
“Because I’ve only got one - no, two - people who come here looking as…determined as you do.”
Pretty face but keen observation. “I’m chasing rumors of the Devil himself,” she answered honestly.
A deep chuckle came from Lucifer. “Then you’ve found him. What do you plan to do now?”
“Well, there goes my favorite part,” she complained.
“And what part is that?”
“The chase, the dance,” Dawn said. Then she tilted her head and looked at him from the corner of her eye. “Breaking and entering to snoop.”
A full laugh escaped him. “Naughty one. I can save you the trouble and take you upstairs.” He set his glass down.
“Just like that?” She raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “You don’t even know who I am or why I’m chasing the Devil. What if I want to kill you?”
Lucifer scanned the crowd, then leaned over with a smile. “You’re more than welcome to try.” He stood and gestured her to follow.
Dawn knew she should decline, but there was something about him that just made her want to throw caution to the wind. She stood and followed him to an elevator. It led straight up to the penthouse.
She chuckled as she stepped out of the elevator. It was exactly as she thought the Scoobies had needed years ago. A wall of alcohol. A desk and chair near the two story wall of books. And a ton of seating right in the middle.
The bedroom was just visible past the piano. And there was a fantastic view of the city along a wall of glass out onto a balcony.
Lucifer went to his bar and started pouring drinks. Dawn went left to the bookshelves and hovered over the aged spines. She read the Greek title. Next to it was a Sumerian text which she read as well.
“You read a lot of languages?” Lucifer asked as he approached her.
“Just about every one that exists,” she admitted as she continued to scan his books. “These are so old.”
“Not many people appreciate these texts,” he told her. “Most of the people I’ve brought up here would not even recall there is anything between the elevator and the bed.”
“I’m not easily distracted by sheets,” Dawn said, her mind on cataloging the various languages on the shelf. “There must be a book in every ancient language ever written…” She turned to him. “You don’t speak all of these, do you?”
“All of them,” he answered in Ancient Chinese.
“Amazing,” she replied in Ancient Egyptian.
His grin widen as he handed her a glass of alcohol.
Dawn kept it between her hands but did not sip as she continued to move along the shelves.
“So why are you chasing the Devil?” he asked.
“Curiosity.” She frowned. “At least some of it. The other part is just that it’s my job.”
“You speak ancient languages and have a job that involves chasing the Devil?”
“If my sister or the Council had their way, I would never have left the library.” She winced at the bitter note in her voice. She shook her head. “My job is to look into the strange, the weird, and the unexplainable.”
“Like a detective,” he said brightly. “I assist the LAPD in solving crimes.”
“Lucifer, the crime solving Devil who drags guilty souls to Hell for punishment.”
“Close enough.”
Dawn chuckled. “If you’re the Devil, what are you doing in LA?”
“Where better to go when you need to escape Hell?”
“Also, geographically, the furthest distance from a Hellmouth since Sunnydale sank.”
All humor fell from Lucifer’s face. “What did you say?”
“The Hellmouth, we closed it years ago. Left a giant crater a few hours outside the city.”
“We?”
Title: Drinks with the Devil
Author:hermione2be
Rating: PG/FR13/K+
Crossover: BtVS/Lucifer
Disclaimer: I do not own any of BtVS/Angel or Lucifer people, places, or ideas. This fiction is done simply for pleasure and I receive no profit.
Summary: Dawn meets the Devil.
Seasons: Post-BtVS&AtS/Mid-season 2
Word Count: 1330
Dawn cursed and thanked her sister in the same breath. Only because of Buffy did she know how to walk in heels, in a dress that barely reached the middle of her thighs, and she could still take on a seven foot demon.
But, damn, it was uncomfortable.
She would not have been in L.A. if it wasn’t for Buffy’s refusal to return to California, even a dozen years after leaving the Sunnydale Sinkhole.
Part of that could probably be pinned on Angel, who still skulked around this part of the world. So instead, Buffy stayed out of the supernatural and on a completely different continent. Which meant it was the one place Dawn was guaranteed to not be stalked by her sister or any of her sister’s friends.
Dawn stopped at the corner and adjusted her strap of her dress. The twinkling emerald dress clung to her from shoulder to thigh. She threw her shoulders back and focused on moving on her own two feet.
She turned the corner and entered the club.
Lux.
The security at the door looked her ID over with extra scrutiny before allowing her in. Dawn tried not to roll her eyes. It was hard to explain how much she hated being questioned, by strangers as much as her own family.
She made her way to one of the small corner tables and observed the people. Most were like anyone else in any of the hundreds of clubs in LA.
There were people who drew her eye. Pretty people bouncing around and drinking and flirting with their eyes. She just observed, taking her time to catalog everything.
Several hours later, Dawn’s phone beeped and she pulled it out of her thin-strapped purse.
Tell me you are not chasing down the Devil.
Dawn replied. You really think if the Devil were on Earth he would hide in plain sight?
Dammit, D.
Where are you?
I’m a big girl who can take care of herself, Con.
Seriously, D, it’s dangerous.
I’m investigating. That thing we do. And it does not require you and Angel on my ass. This is the kind of thing where being a twenty-something who can fit in a slinky dress makes me perfect to do this.
There was no immediate reply. Dawn stared at her phone. She loved Connor like an annoying family member, but he had assigned himself a big brother role after their first meeting had resulted in her nearly getting killed. It had not been her fault really, but it had ingrained in him the idea that she was some errant girl who would get herself dead without his interference. Okay, and fine, she had been kidnapped three separate times in the last five years. It still did not mean that she needed help chasing a rumor.
If you don’t text me that you are home safe and sound by morning, I will be bringing down the whole team to find you.
Don’t threaten me.
And can we make it noon. The clientele here may mean I don’t get home by morning.
He sent back a rude emoji. She grinned and put her phone away.
“You seem impressed with yourself,” a voice said over the music.
Dawn looked up to feel the smile freeze on her face. She had met many handsome and beautiful men in her life. Evil often used beauty to hide its intent. But the black haired, brown eyed man she was looking at easily outdid them all. He was dressed impeccably in a suit, white shirt opened at the neck. He had straight white teeth and a stubble-covered face. He was also tall.
“My friend,” she found herself saying. “He’s a pain in my ass, so it’s fun to tweak his nose.”
His grin widened. “You’ve got a mischievous side, don’t you?”
“That’s probably a nice way of putting it,” she admitted. “Dawn,” she offered her hand.
“Lucifer,” he introduced himself, taking her hand in a strong grip.
“It’s nice to meet you,” she said without missing a beat over his name.
He sat down next to her and sipped at the last of his scotch. “What brings you to Lux?”
“What makes you think I’m not just here for fun?”
“Because I’ve only got one - no, two - people who come here looking as…determined as you do.”
Pretty face but keen observation. “I’m chasing rumors of the Devil himself,” she answered honestly.
A deep chuckle came from Lucifer. “Then you’ve found him. What do you plan to do now?”
“Well, there goes my favorite part,” she complained.
“And what part is that?”
“The chase, the dance,” Dawn said. Then she tilted her head and looked at him from the corner of her eye. “Breaking and entering to snoop.”
A full laugh escaped him. “Naughty one. I can save you the trouble and take you upstairs.” He set his glass down.
“Just like that?” She raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “You don’t even know who I am or why I’m chasing the Devil. What if I want to kill you?”
Lucifer scanned the crowd, then leaned over with a smile. “You’re more than welcome to try.” He stood and gestured her to follow.
Dawn knew she should decline, but there was something about him that just made her want to throw caution to the wind. She stood and followed him to an elevator. It led straight up to the penthouse.
She chuckled as she stepped out of the elevator. It was exactly as she thought the Scoobies had needed years ago. A wall of alcohol. A desk and chair near the two story wall of books. And a ton of seating right in the middle.
The bedroom was just visible past the piano. And there was a fantastic view of the city along a wall of glass out onto a balcony.
Lucifer went to his bar and started pouring drinks. Dawn went left to the bookshelves and hovered over the aged spines. She read the Greek title. Next to it was a Sumerian text which she read as well.
“You read a lot of languages?” Lucifer asked as he approached her.
“Just about every one that exists,” she admitted as she continued to scan his books. “These are so old.”
“Not many people appreciate these texts,” he told her. “Most of the people I’ve brought up here would not even recall there is anything between the elevator and the bed.”
“I’m not easily distracted by sheets,” Dawn said, her mind on cataloging the various languages on the shelf. “There must be a book in every ancient language ever written…” She turned to him. “You don’t speak all of these, do you?”
“All of them,” he answered in Ancient Chinese.
“Amazing,” she replied in Ancient Egyptian.
His grin widen as he handed her a glass of alcohol.
Dawn kept it between her hands but did not sip as she continued to move along the shelves.
“So why are you chasing the Devil?” he asked.
“Curiosity.” She frowned. “At least some of it. The other part is just that it’s my job.”
“You speak ancient languages and have a job that involves chasing the Devil?”
“If my sister or the Council had their way, I would never have left the library.” She winced at the bitter note in her voice. She shook her head. “My job is to look into the strange, the weird, and the unexplainable.”
“Like a detective,” he said brightly. “I assist the LAPD in solving crimes.”
“Lucifer, the crime solving Devil who drags guilty souls to Hell for punishment.”
“Close enough.”
Dawn chuckled. “If you’re the Devil, what are you doing in LA?”
“Where better to go when you need to escape Hell?”
“Also, geographically, the furthest distance from a Hellmouth since Sunnydale sank.”
All humor fell from Lucifer’s face. “What did you say?”
“The Hellmouth, we closed it years ago. Left a giant crater a few hours outside the city.”
“We?”