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Summary – Two Slayers from two different
times meet unexpectedly.
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Sunnydale
March
2000
"Well I'm impressed," Jakobie Cross said
looking around the moonlit graveyard, which surprisingly hadn't changed much in
three hundred years.
It was a dark, gloomy place that reminded her of a
setting for one of those old horror movies Ingo liked to watch. Why he insisted
on wasting his time watching the ancient things was still beyond her
understanding. She had always found the 'monsters' in those archaic movies to
be rather comedic in nature.
"No you're not," came an amused response
from the redhead at her side. "You're bored stiff, and we all know
it."
"True, but I'd thought I'd at least pretend to
be interested," the blonde replied with a smirk giving her lover a knowing
look that clearly said 'can we leave now??'
"At least she's honest," Ostrom commented
absently, looking around the cemetery noting the differences between the
graveyard of the year 2000 and the one in 2318, his enhanced eyesight picking
out the changes with ease in the low light. Like Jake he wasn't overly impressed
with this new time period, although he could tell the immediate difference
between the Sunnydale with an open hellmouth and the Sunnydale with a closed
one. For one thing the town smelled a lot better in the future, of course that
really didn't have anything to do with the hellmouth, air pollution was just
really low in the future.
"Andrea, I suggest we find a safe place to set
up our headquarters and look around town." Anton said slipping into his self-appointed role of keeping
everyone's minds on the task at hand. Unlike his comrades he know a lot more
about Sunnydale's history then what was found in the history books.
Unlike the others, he had access to several of the
old Watcher diaries. Diaries that contained information that was not available to
the general populous, hell most of it the Slayer never even saw.
"Agreed," Andrea replied, with a tired
sigh. That little voice all Slayers seemed to have already telling her things
were going to get a lot worse before all was said and done. And like countless
Slayers before her, she was really developing a deep hatred for that little
voice. It always got her into trouble, or in the very least, terribly bruised
and usually meant she was going to ruin some article of clothing beyond all
repair.
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A
couple of hours later
The
Bronze
The four time travelers entered the club feeling
like they had all ready returned home. "Well, now we know where Angel got
his decorator sense," Jake commented looking around with interest.
"Who knew the old vamp was so nostalgic?"
Ostrom replied with awe, feeling comfortable in the town for the first
time. This was a place he knew well,
being one of the regulars back home at Angel's beloved nightclub on Mars. If
Angel had kept true to the floor plan, Ostrom knew that this was a place he
could defend with ease, having spent many a night in the old Master Vampire's
company talking shop among other things.
Angel was one of the few vampires that the white-haired werewolf
actually liked, although he would never admit to having friendly thoughts about
one of the bloodsuckers even if he highly respected them.
"Remind me to compliment him on his taste the
next time I see him." Jake stated getting a wicked glint in her eyes. She
had always found the souled vampire to be an interesting being, even if he
tended to get broody at times, and she still didn't believe Anton's insistence
that he had lightened up over the centuries.
"Let's find a seat." Andrea suggested
noting the glazed look Anton was getting in his eyes once again. He had been like a kid in a candy store,
since they first stepped through the portal, barely containing his enthusiasm
at actually being able to walk among people that had lived long before he was
ever born. She was sure that he was all ready making plans to 'meet' the
legendary Rupert Giles, a man Anton had always admired as both a Watcher and
mentor. She could see the wheels
turning in her quiet friend's mind as he plotted ways of 'accidentally '
running into his idol while they were here.
'Oh Angel you are going to be in for it when we get
home.' She thought with a smirk, picturing the trapped look she just knew the
vampire was going to have by the time Anton got a hold of him. When is came to
history, Anton tended to have a one-track mind. Maybe she would have Os record it for her, they could show it to
Spike one night while they were working on getting thrown out of 'Spike's
Place'.
Finding a nice shadowy corner to sit, and watch the
activity on the dance floor, the little group tries to blend in as much as
possible. Each realizing that while they dark gray uniforms made it easy for
blending into shadows while on duty, it was damn near impossible for blending
in with a civilian population of any time period.
"Ah, Os." Andrea said suddenly her glass
of some odd beverage frozen in midair as she stared intently at something
behind the young werewolf. "Look over your left shoulder and tell me what
you see."
"Huh?" Came the reply as he nevertheless
did as he was asked. "Oh boy. We're screwed." He grunted as he
watched a new group of people making their way through the crowed club. A group that was made up of people that
looked exactly like his friends.
"Oh dear." Anton said, also watching the
crowd, his jaw hanging open in shock, before a wide grin began to form itself
across his face.
"Are those guys?" Jake questioned noting
the rather goofy grin Anton now had plastered across his face.
"The current Slayer and her team." Andrea finished slowly putting down her now
forgotten glass. Her mind already
working out a way of getting them all out of there without drawing attention to
themselves.
To
be continued….