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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Angel tries to find the best way to deal with the unexpected resistance on the train...
Word Count: 1214
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Angel might be enraged, but he’s still the Master Vampire, and some dangerous enemy is enough to keep him thinking, strategizing rather than entertaining stupid thoughts of merely running in and tearing the body apart, because being intelligent might just keep him alive. Or, well, the closest equivalent any vampire can come. So while the demon is screaming, calling for blood and pain, he ignores it, remaining careful in the face of this grinning opponent. Despite his reputation as the Scourge of Europe, Angelus rarely picked a fight he couldn’t win, so he’d had much less experience fighting strong opponents. Souled Angel had a bit more, since meeting Buffy, since setting up in the Hyperion, helping the helpless, but he’d usually had backup or some other type of assurance, not just running into a fight blindly.
It’s rare that he actually wishes Spike was here to back him up, but this is one place where Spike’s experience would be handy to have around.
Still, at least he’s fresh from battle. The Circle of the Black Thorn were not easy opponents.
He wishes he had a sword now. But he doubts, despite the polite veneer, that the enemy will just let him rummage through the crates until he finds one, even if he uses the magic word.
At least he’d learned a few things from running Angel Investigations. Specifically, that finding the motivations of the opponent could be as important in identifying strengths and weaknesses as having a Wesley or Fred reading through the textbooks, identifying the demon, and finding the right weapon for the job.
He realizes he’s been dodging mechanically, trying instinctively to find an opening but not diving for one recklessly. That’s good.
He recognizes the dangerous look in the man’s eyes now. He doubts the glasses have an actual purpose—most demons don’t need them to see, after all—but they could be useful. Makeshift weapons, right there for him to play with. If only he could find a way. “Finished with your little internal monologue? Good, because I was getting bored.”
The water now is flying like a miniature hurricane, stinging. He glances down to see that the droplets are gouging his skin, slightly, but it’s enough to draw blood.
And, if they were going faster, say, fast enough to act like a saw…
He ducks behind a box of crates and hears them crack and splinter. It’s a good thing he at least has fast reflexes.
“Oh, I really was expecting better. But then, you’re not about to just ignore what we said before, are you? A little this for a little that.”
The whirlwind doesn’t go to the ceiling, which gives him an opportunity. He doesn’t want to go anywhere near the other pipes. He’s a smart enough vamp to realize that breaking anything to give this guy access to any more water access is a bad idea. He’s not sure which are connected to the already broken one, but it’s a risk not worth taking.
Instead, he jumps and grabs onto one of the highest stacked boxes as leverage, pulling his legs in as he swings so the water doesn’t cut. The guy’s reflexes are good, but he wasn’t expecting it. He puts all his power into the fist, and the glasses break, embedding themselves into the skin and eyes. He hits the shoulder, and it’s enough to hear bone break, but he dodges backward, still not sure about this guy’s abilities. At least the whirlwind has died down somewhat—enough that it’s tearing up his coat, just a little, but not enough to tear through him.
The demon lifts a hand to his cheek, tawny eyes glinting like a hawk’s. He pulls one of the slivers of glass out of his eyeball, ignoring the blood that comes with it.
And for good reason, too. The split eyeball is already trying to close together, despite the glass inside, and the vampire clearly hears the pop as a bone moves back into place. The enemy’s healing is faster than a human’s. But then, that’s true of most demons, even Angel, to an extent. He’d just hoped it wouldn’t be this fast. He can’t rely on damage simply building up over time. Whatever move he makes, it’ll have to kill immediately, or so close it hardly matters. He wants the sword even more. Beheading tends to work on most demons, and it’d be quick enough to beat the healing.
Still, he’s learned a few things. Most importantly, he’s learned that—if not caught by surprise—the demon’s reflexes match his, or are even better. The annoyance isn’t because he’d posed a threat. Given the healing, that’s more like a joke. More, it’s because he’d failed to keep up. A matter of pride, really, which is one of the few emotions that Angelus understands. One of the few things that human and demon agree on.
He manages a smirk. Every piece of knowledge can help him stay alive. “No, I haven’t forgotten. But you said something about an exchange, didn’t you? Why not answer the question yourself? It’s not like the answer will matter after this fight, one way or the other.”
His enemy laughs delightedly, the water beginning to fall like it’s raining indoors. Angel gets the odd feeling that if the man had a cane, he’d be twirling it. At least he doesn’t have the stereotypical moustache to twirl, too. “Well, it’s a delight to meet a gentleman in a proper duel. And one with such understanding, too. I rather prefer the honorable soldier, don’t you? Fine. I heard about the power of the Arrow, and I was curious. And yourself?”
“It’s dangerous. I wasn’t told directly, but given that no one mentioned anything about prophecy…destroy it.” If there had been a prophecy that it was needed to destroy some ancient evil, despite the threat it posed, he’d retrieve it for the temporary equivalent of the Council vaults, but as it was, it falling into the hands of Wolfram & Hart or this unknown demon would be a problem. “Why are you betraying your former employers, just because of curiosity?” Wolfram & Hart might have been a little disorganized after the fall of their Earthly board of directors, but the danger posed by such a betrayal meant that the demon believed the Arrow was worth the consequences.
He’s circling carefully behind the boxes, but apparently his enemy’s had enough of that. He doesn’t use the water right now, just charges in with a smile and begins trading blows. They’re enough to hurt, especially when he gets thrown into the stack of boxes, but Angel’s had enough experience being thrown into things by now and he gets up quick enough to meet the fist coming his way. Unfortunately, by grabbing it, he realizes something else that maybe the demon was trying to conceal—it’s stronger than he is, too. He’s still got enough to redirect the fist, letting go and using his arm to guide the momentum slightly to the right, enough for the attack to miss. “Why did you break rank?” the man asks, as if it’s all a rhetorical question. “Because the goals of the group and the goals of the individual no longer coincide. That’s all.”
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Angel tries to find the best way to deal with the unexpected resistance on the train...
Word Count: 1214
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Angel might be enraged, but he’s still the Master Vampire, and some dangerous enemy is enough to keep him thinking, strategizing rather than entertaining stupid thoughts of merely running in and tearing the body apart, because being intelligent might just keep him alive. Or, well, the closest equivalent any vampire can come. So while the demon is screaming, calling for blood and pain, he ignores it, remaining careful in the face of this grinning opponent. Despite his reputation as the Scourge of Europe, Angelus rarely picked a fight he couldn’t win, so he’d had much less experience fighting strong opponents. Souled Angel had a bit more, since meeting Buffy, since setting up in the Hyperion, helping the helpless, but he’d usually had backup or some other type of assurance, not just running into a fight blindly.
It’s rare that he actually wishes Spike was here to back him up, but this is one place where Spike’s experience would be handy to have around.
Still, at least he’s fresh from battle. The Circle of the Black Thorn were not easy opponents.
He wishes he had a sword now. But he doubts, despite the polite veneer, that the enemy will just let him rummage through the crates until he finds one, even if he uses the magic word.
At least he’d learned a few things from running Angel Investigations. Specifically, that finding the motivations of the opponent could be as important in identifying strengths and weaknesses as having a Wesley or Fred reading through the textbooks, identifying the demon, and finding the right weapon for the job.
He realizes he’s been dodging mechanically, trying instinctively to find an opening but not diving for one recklessly. That’s good.
He recognizes the dangerous look in the man’s eyes now. He doubts the glasses have an actual purpose—most demons don’t need them to see, after all—but they could be useful. Makeshift weapons, right there for him to play with. If only he could find a way. “Finished with your little internal monologue? Good, because I was getting bored.”
The water now is flying like a miniature hurricane, stinging. He glances down to see that the droplets are gouging his skin, slightly, but it’s enough to draw blood.
And, if they were going faster, say, fast enough to act like a saw…
He ducks behind a box of crates and hears them crack and splinter. It’s a good thing he at least has fast reflexes.
“Oh, I really was expecting better. But then, you’re not about to just ignore what we said before, are you? A little this for a little that.”
The whirlwind doesn’t go to the ceiling, which gives him an opportunity. He doesn’t want to go anywhere near the other pipes. He’s a smart enough vamp to realize that breaking anything to give this guy access to any more water access is a bad idea. He’s not sure which are connected to the already broken one, but it’s a risk not worth taking.
Instead, he jumps and grabs onto one of the highest stacked boxes as leverage, pulling his legs in as he swings so the water doesn’t cut. The guy’s reflexes are good, but he wasn’t expecting it. He puts all his power into the fist, and the glasses break, embedding themselves into the skin and eyes. He hits the shoulder, and it’s enough to hear bone break, but he dodges backward, still not sure about this guy’s abilities. At least the whirlwind has died down somewhat—enough that it’s tearing up his coat, just a little, but not enough to tear through him.
The demon lifts a hand to his cheek, tawny eyes glinting like a hawk’s. He pulls one of the slivers of glass out of his eyeball, ignoring the blood that comes with it.
And for good reason, too. The split eyeball is already trying to close together, despite the glass inside, and the vampire clearly hears the pop as a bone moves back into place. The enemy’s healing is faster than a human’s. But then, that’s true of most demons, even Angel, to an extent. He’d just hoped it wouldn’t be this fast. He can’t rely on damage simply building up over time. Whatever move he makes, it’ll have to kill immediately, or so close it hardly matters. He wants the sword even more. Beheading tends to work on most demons, and it’d be quick enough to beat the healing.
Still, he’s learned a few things. Most importantly, he’s learned that—if not caught by surprise—the demon’s reflexes match his, or are even better. The annoyance isn’t because he’d posed a threat. Given the healing, that’s more like a joke. More, it’s because he’d failed to keep up. A matter of pride, really, which is one of the few emotions that Angelus understands. One of the few things that human and demon agree on.
He manages a smirk. Every piece of knowledge can help him stay alive. “No, I haven’t forgotten. But you said something about an exchange, didn’t you? Why not answer the question yourself? It’s not like the answer will matter after this fight, one way or the other.”
His enemy laughs delightedly, the water beginning to fall like it’s raining indoors. Angel gets the odd feeling that if the man had a cane, he’d be twirling it. At least he doesn’t have the stereotypical moustache to twirl, too. “Well, it’s a delight to meet a gentleman in a proper duel. And one with such understanding, too. I rather prefer the honorable soldier, don’t you? Fine. I heard about the power of the Arrow, and I was curious. And yourself?”
“It’s dangerous. I wasn’t told directly, but given that no one mentioned anything about prophecy…destroy it.” If there had been a prophecy that it was needed to destroy some ancient evil, despite the threat it posed, he’d retrieve it for the temporary equivalent of the Council vaults, but as it was, it falling into the hands of Wolfram & Hart or this unknown demon would be a problem. “Why are you betraying your former employers, just because of curiosity?” Wolfram & Hart might have been a little disorganized after the fall of their Earthly board of directors, but the danger posed by such a betrayal meant that the demon believed the Arrow was worth the consequences.
He’s circling carefully behind the boxes, but apparently his enemy’s had enough of that. He doesn’t use the water right now, just charges in with a smile and begins trading blows. They’re enough to hurt, especially when he gets thrown into the stack of boxes, but Angel’s had enough experience being thrown into things by now and he gets up quick enough to meet the fist coming his way. Unfortunately, by grabbing it, he realizes something else that maybe the demon was trying to conceal—it’s stronger than he is, too. He’s still got enough to redirect the fist, letting go and using his arm to guide the momentum slightly to the right, enough for the attack to miss. “Why did you break rank?” the man asks, as if it’s all a rhetorical question. “Because the goals of the group and the goals of the individual no longer coincide. That’s all.”
