Blood Ties/Buffy Crossover: Till the End of Time: Chapter One
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Pairing: Spike/Buffy, Vicki/Henry
Summary: Vicki gets a case that sends her to Sunnydale, Henry in tow.
Chapter one
Vicki Nelson’s fist was poised over Henry’s door to knock when the door swung open and a smiling Henry greeted her. “Hello,” he said calmly, even gallantly. Only Henry could me a simple hello seem gallant. She supposed it had to do with the fact that he was 450 years old, and a descendant of royalty. Much better, she thought, than his father, Henry VIII, even if he was a vampire.
“Hi,” she smiled, “Were you on your way out or…?”
Henry shook his head, his shoulder-length curls shaking with him, “No. I felt you coming.”
“You felt me, huh? Well, that’s a first.”
“Not really. I was able to feel you before, I just never told you so I wouldn’t frighten you.”
“Easing me into your abilities as a vampire, eh?”
“Something like that,” he moved aside and gestured for her to come in, “Please.”
Sauntering in, Vicki glanced across the room, noticing sheets of paper spread out on his large architect’s desk. “Am I interrupting?”
“Not at all.”
“But you were working?”
“I was.”
“Almost done then? Can I read it soon?” she asked, pushing up her glasses. Damn bad eyesight and it was getting worse every day. Soon, she was going to be solving cases blind.
“You can read it soon. Patience, I know, is not one of your strong suits.”
“What gave it away?” Vicki said facetiously and Henry chuckled.
“Is this a personal call…?” Henry asked, and Vicki detected a note of hopefulness in his voice.
That gave Vicki pause and she skimmed back in the past - had she ever come over just to visit Henry in the past few months since she’d met him? Or did she only come to see him, and only call, when she was in need of his assistance?
“Well, it could be I suppose,” she said slowly, feeling guilty.
“So, business first and then pleasure later?” he asked, smirking at her.
He knew her well, frighteningly so. It’d been a short time that they’d known each other, but somehow Henry had been able to glean more about her personality and feelings than her ex-partner on the force and ex-boyfriend, Mike Celucci, ever had. How long had they been on the force together before she got kicked out? It felt like eons ago. Perhaps because she was not only kept busy by her budding PI firm, but because she was for the first time, finding herself quite happy. Well, maybe “happy” was stretching it. She was reaching toward something of that caliber, but things were still new and fresh and up in the air. She was making her way though, fumbling here and there and she was finding it was Henry who was helping her right herself once more when she did stumble and fall. In fact, it was he who had sent her on this path to begin with. For that, she owed him much; on the other hand, she felt a tug of loyalty to Mike and what they had once been. Especially since Mike was not about to leave her be-and especially now since he knew all about Henry and his lineage.
“Something like that,” she returned smoothly and smirked back.
Gesturing to his incredibly comfortable sofa, he told her to sit. “Would you like anything?”
“Nah, I’m good.”
“All right,” he sat next to her, close, and wound an arm at the back of the sofa, turning his body toward hers. “What can I do for you, Victoria?”
She gulped. Such an innocent question and yet somehow her mind turned to all the things he could do that involved pleasure and not business. Her mind had been straying as of late, straying to those dirty thoughts that involved Henry nine times out of ten. “Uh, I had a visitor today, a woman.”
“Continue.”
“Her name’s Mrs. Fidele, or Sonja. Her daughter was taken right before her very eyes, nabbed while she herself was restrained.”
“By?”
“That’s where it gets a little weird…”
“Even for you at this point?”
“Still for me at this point.”
Henry smiled in that calm, patient and understanding way of his, “What was weird about it?”
“The woman claims it was vampires. But not your run of the mill vampire, not like…well, you.”
“Then, like…?”
“She said their faces changed, they grew lumpy in the forehead area, their eyes turned yellow and fangs formed.”
Henry wrinkled his nose and Vicki’s brows flew up. “Familiar with them?”
“I’ve seen the sort, one or two over the years--”
“The past couple years or the past four hundred or so?”
Henry gave her a look and continued, “I’ve read of them, I thought until I saw them, that they were just a myth.”
Vicki couldn’t help the laugh that burst forth. “That’s funny coming from a ‘mythical’ creature as yourself.”
Henry tossed her another disapproving look. “I’ve never seen one here in Toronto.”
“Hmmm…maybe you’re the myth and they’re the real thing, ever think of that?”
Now he glared at her. “No.”
Vicki shrugged, “Anyway, she’s enlisted my help.”
“Of course.”
“She thinks they went to California.”
Henry did a double take, “California? What gave her that idea?”
“One of them mentioned it. Before she was knocked out by one of them, they mentioned California and something about a slave trade ring.”
“Interesting.”
“So…what are you thinking?”
“Vicki, have you ever heard of a Vampire Slayer before?”
Vicki stared at him, “What do you think?”
“Good point. Allow me to explain--”
“Male, female, ‘it’?”
“Female.”
Vicki’s eyes widened. “Really?”
Henry smiled at her enthusiasm. “Really.”
“Well, what are you waiting for? Tell me about her!”
********
Two days. Two days since the Xander/Anya wedding that wasn’t. Two days since Xander had disappeared and two days since…since Buffy had seen Spike.
That shouldn’t have been where her thoughts led, but they did, inevitably. Buffy couldn’t help it. She had, after all, just broken up with him the week before. And then he’d shown up at the wedding with a trampy looking girl on his arm. Though he admitted it was only to make her jealous, it still hurt. She’d even admitted as much. Surprisingly, it hadn’t been as hard to do as she’d thought it would be. However, she was finding that some things were not as they were supposed to be. For example, not only was she not supposed to be jealous over Spike being with that arm candy of his, but she was not supposed to miss him - and she did. She was also not supposed to think of him what felt like every moment of every day - and she did.
Damn him. It should be another reason to “hate” him, and yet all she could muster up was anger at herself - and hadn’t she had enough of that already? It was why she’d broken things off with him to begin with! She was using him to feel after having been resurrected from the dead - taken, no, snatched from heaven. It wasn’t right. Even if he was…what was it she had started calling him? Oh yes. Evil, soulless thing. The words made her flinch now. And she knew that was definitely not supposed to happen.
Standing up from her spot on the stairs on the deck, Buffy sighed and went in search of Mr. Pointy. A good slay was what she needed. Spike’s voice came unbidden to her mind, she could see clearly a saucy grin and a wink, “Do you mean a good lay, Summers?”
Shaking him from her head, she marched to her weapons chest. Work, it was best to just dive right into work when everything else around her was going to hell. It was the only thing she was good at these days - she didn’t know how to be a good friend, girlfriend, lover or sister. All she knew how to do with some sufficiency was be the Vampire Slayer.
Pairing: Spike/Buffy, Vicki/Henry
Summary: Vicki gets a case that sends her to Sunnydale, Henry in tow.
Chapter one
Vicki Nelson’s fist was poised over Henry’s door to knock when the door swung open and a smiling Henry greeted her. “Hello,” he said calmly, even gallantly. Only Henry could me a simple hello seem gallant. She supposed it had to do with the fact that he was 450 years old, and a descendant of royalty. Much better, she thought, than his father, Henry VIII, even if he was a vampire.
“Hi,” she smiled, “Were you on your way out or…?”
Henry shook his head, his shoulder-length curls shaking with him, “No. I felt you coming.”
“You felt me, huh? Well, that’s a first.”
“Not really. I was able to feel you before, I just never told you so I wouldn’t frighten you.”
“Easing me into your abilities as a vampire, eh?”
“Something like that,” he moved aside and gestured for her to come in, “Please.”
Sauntering in, Vicki glanced across the room, noticing sheets of paper spread out on his large architect’s desk. “Am I interrupting?”
“Not at all.”
“But you were working?”
“I was.”
“Almost done then? Can I read it soon?” she asked, pushing up her glasses. Damn bad eyesight and it was getting worse every day. Soon, she was going to be solving cases blind.
“You can read it soon. Patience, I know, is not one of your strong suits.”
“What gave it away?” Vicki said facetiously and Henry chuckled.
“Is this a personal call…?” Henry asked, and Vicki detected a note of hopefulness in his voice.
That gave Vicki pause and she skimmed back in the past - had she ever come over just to visit Henry in the past few months since she’d met him? Or did she only come to see him, and only call, when she was in need of his assistance?
“Well, it could be I suppose,” she said slowly, feeling guilty.
“So, business first and then pleasure later?” he asked, smirking at her.
He knew her well, frighteningly so. It’d been a short time that they’d known each other, but somehow Henry had been able to glean more about her personality and feelings than her ex-partner on the force and ex-boyfriend, Mike Celucci, ever had. How long had they been on the force together before she got kicked out? It felt like eons ago. Perhaps because she was not only kept busy by her budding PI firm, but because she was for the first time, finding herself quite happy. Well, maybe “happy” was stretching it. She was reaching toward something of that caliber, but things were still new and fresh and up in the air. She was making her way though, fumbling here and there and she was finding it was Henry who was helping her right herself once more when she did stumble and fall. In fact, it was he who had sent her on this path to begin with. For that, she owed him much; on the other hand, she felt a tug of loyalty to Mike and what they had once been. Especially since Mike was not about to leave her be-and especially now since he knew all about Henry and his lineage.
“Something like that,” she returned smoothly and smirked back.
Gesturing to his incredibly comfortable sofa, he told her to sit. “Would you like anything?”
“Nah, I’m good.”
“All right,” he sat next to her, close, and wound an arm at the back of the sofa, turning his body toward hers. “What can I do for you, Victoria?”
She gulped. Such an innocent question and yet somehow her mind turned to all the things he could do that involved pleasure and not business. Her mind had been straying as of late, straying to those dirty thoughts that involved Henry nine times out of ten. “Uh, I had a visitor today, a woman.”
“Continue.”
“Her name’s Mrs. Fidele, or Sonja. Her daughter was taken right before her very eyes, nabbed while she herself was restrained.”
“By?”
“That’s where it gets a little weird…”
“Even for you at this point?”
“Still for me at this point.”
Henry smiled in that calm, patient and understanding way of his, “What was weird about it?”
“The woman claims it was vampires. But not your run of the mill vampire, not like…well, you.”
“Then, like…?”
“She said their faces changed, they grew lumpy in the forehead area, their eyes turned yellow and fangs formed.”
Henry wrinkled his nose and Vicki’s brows flew up. “Familiar with them?”
“I’ve seen the sort, one or two over the years--”
“The past couple years or the past four hundred or so?”
Henry gave her a look and continued, “I’ve read of them, I thought until I saw them, that they were just a myth.”
Vicki couldn’t help the laugh that burst forth. “That’s funny coming from a ‘mythical’ creature as yourself.”
Henry tossed her another disapproving look. “I’ve never seen one here in Toronto.”
“Hmmm…maybe you’re the myth and they’re the real thing, ever think of that?”
Now he glared at her. “No.”
Vicki shrugged, “Anyway, she’s enlisted my help.”
“Of course.”
“She thinks they went to California.”
Henry did a double take, “California? What gave her that idea?”
“One of them mentioned it. Before she was knocked out by one of them, they mentioned California and something about a slave trade ring.”
“Interesting.”
“So…what are you thinking?”
“Vicki, have you ever heard of a Vampire Slayer before?”
Vicki stared at him, “What do you think?”
“Good point. Allow me to explain--”
“Male, female, ‘it’?”
“Female.”
Vicki’s eyes widened. “Really?”
Henry smiled at her enthusiasm. “Really.”
“Well, what are you waiting for? Tell me about her!”
********
Two days. Two days since the Xander/Anya wedding that wasn’t. Two days since Xander had disappeared and two days since…since Buffy had seen Spike.
That shouldn’t have been where her thoughts led, but they did, inevitably. Buffy couldn’t help it. She had, after all, just broken up with him the week before. And then he’d shown up at the wedding with a trampy looking girl on his arm. Though he admitted it was only to make her jealous, it still hurt. She’d even admitted as much. Surprisingly, it hadn’t been as hard to do as she’d thought it would be. However, she was finding that some things were not as they were supposed to be. For example, not only was she not supposed to be jealous over Spike being with that arm candy of his, but she was not supposed to miss him - and she did. She was also not supposed to think of him what felt like every moment of every day - and she did.
Damn him. It should be another reason to “hate” him, and yet all she could muster up was anger at herself - and hadn’t she had enough of that already? It was why she’d broken things off with him to begin with! She was using him to feel after having been resurrected from the dead - taken, no, snatched from heaven. It wasn’t right. Even if he was…what was it she had started calling him? Oh yes. Evil, soulless thing. The words made her flinch now. And she knew that was definitely not supposed to happen.
Standing up from her spot on the stairs on the deck, Buffy sighed and went in search of Mr. Pointy. A good slay was what she needed. Spike’s voice came unbidden to her mind, she could see clearly a saucy grin and a wink, “Do you mean a good lay, Summers?”
Shaking him from her head, she marched to her weapons chest. Work, it was best to just dive right into work when everything else around her was going to hell. It was the only thing she was good at these days - she didn’t know how to be a good friend, girlfriend, lover or sister. All she knew how to do with some sufficiency was be the Vampire Slayer.