The Puppet Slayage Substitution
Title: The Puppet Slayage Substitution
Author: kerrykhat
Fandom: The Middleman
Rating: PG
Summary: Giles had got to be joking. Vampire puppets out to start an eternal night? Unfortunately, the prophecy backed him up on this one.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and related characters; Javier Grillo-Marxuach and Les McClaine own "The Middleman" and related characters; I own nothing.
Author's Note: Response to the prompt "vampire" for 25crossovers.
Word Count: 475
“Giles has got to be kidding me,” Buffy groaned when she saw where Giles had said the latest apocalypse might start. “This has to be something that Xander put him up to.”
“No such luck, B,” Faith’s voice said from the other end of the earpiece Buffy was wearing. “You’re chasing a vampire puppet, after all. Of course you’re gonna be looking at a puppet convention.”
Buffy sighed as she read the sign announcing the international ventriloquism competition that matched the address on her phone. “That’s what I was afraid of.”
They’d had a last minute prophecy translated, and since Buffy was the closest one to where it said that it would happen, she pretty much drew the short straw. When they had heard about it involving vampire puppets trying to bring on eternal night, not even Andrew had been able to take it seriously. It was only after Giles had explained about another, deadlier, breed of vampire that had been eliminated over a century ago, did they stop laughing and start preparing.
“OK, I think I see something,” Buffy muttered, ignoring the press of people around her. She’d spied two creepy looking puppets, their owners walking in a daze towards a back room. Slipping her stake of purest carpathian wood--Giles had been insistent on it--she rushed to follow them wherever they were going.
She slipped through the door just in time to see a young woman a few years younger than her being rushed by the two creepy puppets.
“Looks like I found the Sesame Street rejects,” Buffy said, grabbing the man closest to her and shoving the stake through the puppet’s heart, just as the woman flipped the other man over and ripped off the puppet’s head in one smooth motion.
“Nice moves,” Buffy complimented the girl, brushing dust off her hands.
“Not bad yourself,” she replied, nodding at the remains of the vampire puppet. “Wendy Watson.”
“Buffy Summers. Where’s the Big Bad? These look more minion-style puppets.”
“Chapel,” Wendy replied, moving towards the door. “Little Vladie and Lizzie need to get married on the hands of two people in love to turn into real people, which happen to be my boss and my roommate.”
“Rough.”
“Got any more of those carpathian wood stakes of yours?” Wendy asked Buffy as they rushed through the crowded convention center floor.
“You’re in luck,” Buffy answered, pulling out two more stakes and handing one to Wendy. “I happened to bring spares.”
She didn’t know why this woman was also on the trail of the vampiric puppets, but she’d worry about that later. She’d rather have Wendy Watson at her back after seeing her in action.
“Let’s go Van Helsing on these Count wannabes,” Wendy said, taking the stake and loading it into a crossbow. Buffy smiled. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a sucktastic assignment after all.
Author: kerrykhat
Fandom: The Middleman
Rating: PG
Summary: Giles had got to be joking. Vampire puppets out to start an eternal night? Unfortunately, the prophecy backed him up on this one.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and related characters; Javier Grillo-Marxuach and Les McClaine own "The Middleman" and related characters; I own nothing.
Author's Note: Response to the prompt "vampire" for 25crossovers.
Word Count: 475
“Giles has got to be kidding me,” Buffy groaned when she saw where Giles had said the latest apocalypse might start. “This has to be something that Xander put him up to.”
“No such luck, B,” Faith’s voice said from the other end of the earpiece Buffy was wearing. “You’re chasing a vampire puppet, after all. Of course you’re gonna be looking at a puppet convention.”
Buffy sighed as she read the sign announcing the international ventriloquism competition that matched the address on her phone. “That’s what I was afraid of.”
They’d had a last minute prophecy translated, and since Buffy was the closest one to where it said that it would happen, she pretty much drew the short straw. When they had heard about it involving vampire puppets trying to bring on eternal night, not even Andrew had been able to take it seriously. It was only after Giles had explained about another, deadlier, breed of vampire that had been eliminated over a century ago, did they stop laughing and start preparing.
“OK, I think I see something,” Buffy muttered, ignoring the press of people around her. She’d spied two creepy looking puppets, their owners walking in a daze towards a back room. Slipping her stake of purest carpathian wood--Giles had been insistent on it--she rushed to follow them wherever they were going.
She slipped through the door just in time to see a young woman a few years younger than her being rushed by the two creepy puppets.
“Looks like I found the Sesame Street rejects,” Buffy said, grabbing the man closest to her and shoving the stake through the puppet’s heart, just as the woman flipped the other man over and ripped off the puppet’s head in one smooth motion.
“Nice moves,” Buffy complimented the girl, brushing dust off her hands.
“Not bad yourself,” she replied, nodding at the remains of the vampire puppet. “Wendy Watson.”
“Buffy Summers. Where’s the Big Bad? These look more minion-style puppets.”
“Chapel,” Wendy replied, moving towards the door. “Little Vladie and Lizzie need to get married on the hands of two people in love to turn into real people, which happen to be my boss and my roommate.”
“Rough.”
“Got any more of those carpathian wood stakes of yours?” Wendy asked Buffy as they rushed through the crowded convention center floor.
“You’re in luck,” Buffy answered, pulling out two more stakes and handing one to Wendy. “I happened to bring spares.”
She didn’t know why this woman was also on the trail of the vampiric puppets, but she’d worry about that later. She’d rather have Wendy Watson at her back after seeing her in action.
“Let’s go Van Helsing on these Count wannabes,” Wendy said, taking the stake and loading it into a crossbow. Buffy smiled. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a sucktastic assignment after all.