Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Shadowed Suspicion Chapter 10

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A/N: We're into the second arc, and I had enough energy to write a chapter for this one!  Go me! 

Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The prophecy looms large.
Word Count: 2105
Rating: K
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.  READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Dear Diary,

            I have no idea what's going on anymore.

            "Hey, Buffy."  Dawn wanders into the kitchen while Buffy's quietly writing, trying to figure out how to describe everything that's happened in the past couple days.  It's weird, even by Sunnydale standards.  They aren't in Sunnydale anymore, but it'll probably still be with them for the rest of forever.

            "Hey, Dawnie."  Buffy pauses.  "...Would you happen to know what happened to the cake in this fridge?"

            Dawn turns to look at her with a face so innocent she has to have been the culprit.  "No idea.  Must've been the Slayers.  You know, descending like the Biblical plague."

            The Slayer smirks.  "You know that I'm not fooled by that, right, missy?"  Dawn makes a face as if she's just swallowed the world's sourest lemon, and Buffy grins for a second more before letting it fade away.  "It's okay, though.  I'm not going to yell at you too much.  There's other stuff going on."

            "What, like Invasion of the Body Snatchers Giles and Willow?" Dawn asks the question so bluntly that Buffy's nodding and agreeing without even having processed what she'd said.  Once she realizes, she does a double take, and Dawn snorts.  "What, you thought you were the only one who noticed, sis?  They were super odd.  And the other Slayer witnesses were kind of shady, too."

            Buffy lets out a long sigh.  "I'm kind of worried about what will happen when they realize we're not aliens like them."  With their luck, this was all either them just using metaphor, or it could be completely real.  "I mean, it's possible that they're completely right, but when I asked them to explain, Willow babbled for a bit and then just kind of broke down, and Giles began lecturing about prophecy.  Which for whatever reason they were having the hardest time wrapping their minds around Xander as Prophecy Guy."

            Dawn seriously looks her sister over, then grins.  "I'm glad you actually decided to look around you, for once, Miss Oblivious."

            The older sister rolls her eyes.  "It's not like that.  It's just...whenever any of us needed support, Xander was usually there for us.  There's a reason we had him as the Heart in the spell against Adam.  And Caleb mentioned something about 'The One Who Sees', and out of everyone, decided that he was the biggest threat and needed to be targeted.  Coming from a crazy powerful priest working for the First...I've actually been kind of waiting for a prophecy or something.  I've had time to think about this stuff."

            "That's true, Sister-Who-Never-Visits."  Painfully true, but by this point, Dawn was just asking for it. 

            Buffy dived for her, and they ended up in a tickle fight on the floor that lasted for several minutes before both were too worn out.  They slowly regained steady breathing.  "Sorry about that, but...I kind of feel like patrolling."  At least there, she had power over who to punch, should any of the baddies come calling.  "I promise I'll spend more time with you soon.  In the meantime, do you think you can keep an eye on the doppelgangers or something?"

            The younger sister grins.  "Sure.  As long as I get a cool codename."

            "Don't you already have one, given to you by Agent Xander?  Dawn Patrol, wasn't it?"  Buffy fluffs her sister's hair and stands.  Time for some answers.  And if not answers, then at least some good, healthy soul-cleansing violence.

 

            It's generally eerily quiet as she wanders the graveyards, so much so that it's a relief when Buffy hears growling and thumps coming from inside a warehouse as she walks between graveyards.  She enters, ready for a fight.  And then the Slayer pauses when she realizes she isn't alone.  These things aren't fighting among themselves, as she'd thought.  They're throwing themselves desperately at a woman who appeared just slightly younger than Buffy.  Her long red hair flows freely as she jumps gracefully and kicks one of the monster-y shapes into a warehouse wall with the kind of strength only a Slayer can muster.  "C'mon, you aren't even trying!" she yells at them, spinning in a circle, blades in hand.  Ichory blood sprays in a circle, but she's already flipping up over the slumping corpses and charging the biggest, grabbing its gaping maw and slamming him into a wall.

            Okay, she has a nice orchid purple top with purple jeans and boots, and it's definitely her color and looks good and sturdy.  Like, it'd be easy to get blood out of and stuff.

            Buffy definitely has to get fighting fashion advice from this gal.

            She moves in slowly, not ready to actually fight until she's better assessed the situation, and her foot clanks gently against something.  She glances down for just a second to see a long, jagged metal bar that looks like it's broken off something during the fight.  It'll do as a staff, but if necessary it can be a spear, too.  She glances back up just in time to see one of the hairy...things jumping at her, and barely manages to get her improvised staff up in time.  The thing basically impales itself on her new weapon and gurgles unpleasantly.  With the way the green-black ichor stuff sprays on her face, she hopes it's not going to poison her or melt her face off.  Did she even manage to kill it, or...?

            No, but she actually screams as suddenly the thing's flying off her spear-thing and into the wall.  With the heavy sound it made and the way it's slumping over, it's probably dead.  She turns her head a little, and there's the red-head, grinning cheekily over her shoulder.  How'd she get there?  "You're brave.  I like you."

            There's a mixed moment of irritation and awe.  The woman's acting as if this is Buffy's first time fighting for her life.  "You have a neat outfit.  It's easy to get the blood out, right...?"  She rolls under two of the charging fur-hunks and kicks one hard enough that it flies into the ceiling, hitting the other into the wall with the pipe hard enough that it lets out some kind of weird high-pitched scream.  "What are these uglies, anyway?"

            The woman's already launched herself above another group charging, partially visible through whatever light's filtering in from the really dirty windows and the glow of their green eyes in the dark.  "Werewolves, maybe?  Though I always assumed werewolves would be more attractive."  Buffy loses sight of her until she appears next to the warehouse wall, tripping the monsters into the wall and laughing a little as they try to slow down their momentum.

            The Slayer helps them along a little, slamming them as hard as she can with the metal pipe.  "Please don't tell me you're one of those people that drools over vampires."  Not that she wasn't one of them.  The ranks of vampires definitely held some attractive members.  But she'd had quite enough of vamp groupies from that little incident with Ford.

            The red-haired Slayer shook her head violently and ran straight into waiting claws.  The scream was quickly bitten off into cursing, and the offending fluffball quickly found itself punted into a wall.  "Nope, no vamps, not for me.  Bad family issues with bloodsucking fiends."  She began cursing again in a language that might have been Japanese, not that Buffy spoke it.

            "Same, I guess?"  If you could count the Slayer heritage as a 'family'.  That was interesting, though.  Had this woman known about vampires when she'd still been just a Potential Slayer?  "And they're definitely not werewolves.  I've met a couple.  They're still fairly ugly, but these look more like oversized rabid dustbunnies."

            The other woman laughed a little, and yawned at the creatures, who charged again with a roar.  Buffy began to run forward, worried.  She was taunting them and she was hurt and backed into a corner.  That wasn't a good...

            Okay, and the things just hit another wall.  She turned her head.  So...the lady wasn't just extra fast, she was...what was she?

            "Time to see how they feel about a little sunshine in their lives," the woman remarked from a catwalk, high up.  She breathed in loudly, then began to exhale, standing on one leg with the other hooked behind without even the slightest sign that it was difficult.  On a catwalk, where it was difficult to balance anyway.  And both hands were behind her, clasped in some sort of ridiculous pose...either this woman was really, really confident, or she was completely and totally insane.  Or both.

            And she was starting to glow with a yellow light.  What in the world had Buffy gotten herself into?  Suddenly, the woman expelled all of the rest of the air in her lungs all at once, throwing her hands up toward the ceiling in a motion that should've had her falling over backwards but didn't have her twitch a muscle.  Buffy hadn't noticed the disco ball hanging from the warehouse ceiling, but apparently the newcomer had, because her light tap sent the light flying all over the warehouse.  The fluffmonsters didn't melt or dust or anything, but they did yelp and run out, so she was counting that as a win.

            The lady cracked her knuckles, looking pleased with herself, and steps backwards.  Somehow, she ends up in a spot not too far away from Buffy, but the Slayer can't see her move.  How was she doing this?  "....Why was there a disco ball in the middle of an abandoned warehouse?"

            "Why not?" the lady asks philosophically, holding out a callused and slightly ichor-messy hand to shake.  "Josephine Joestar.  Nice to meetcha."

            Well, she didn't manage to find any answers.  Just a red-haired lady bundle of questions.