Reservations
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madimpossibledreamerThis is where the AU (well, besides Xander's heritage) starts coming in. (Though you probably got some of it through the prologue, too.)
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Buffy/Devil May Cry Crossover, Buffy AU
Chapter Summary: Giles and Buffy flee the Watchers' Council Special Ops Team.
Word Count: 745
Rating: Gen
“Five more minutes?” she pleads, but he shakes his head.
“It’s best we get inside before anyone notices we’re here.”
Buffy grumbles a bit, but given that he’d not twenty-four hours ago saved them both from certain death in exchange for merely probable death, she goes along with it.
He’d expected the door to be harder to open, and frowns a little. He’d long since abandoned his use of chaos magic, but needs must. He prepares a spell in the back of his mind.
Even Buffy’s silent at this point, which puts him even more on edge. That probably means her Slayer powers are warning her about something, although for all he knows the true opponents are merely the spirits that haunt the hotel. It’s while they’re exploring down the corridor to the large dining room that the cause of their unease appears.
“I’m sorry if you haven’t heard, but there are no vacancies today. You’ll have to take your business elsewhere.”
They turn to see a dangerous-looking teen, probably Buffy’s age, casually holding a giant demonic-looking longsword one-handed over his shoulder. Silver leather boots with a number of buckles match the navy leather pants, black leather waistcoat, silver leather fingerless gloves, and navy greatcoat with silver buckle straps and black buckles. It fits with his shaggy, shoulder-length dark brown hair.
“I didn’t know hotels were hiring demons now,” Buffy asks quickly, probably sensing something he can’t, and the other frowns.
“Depends on the kind. A promise not to hurt anyone—y’know, who’s not asking for it—is in the contract. If you’re running from the criminal-flavored kind, I was hired for hotel security,” he offers.
That’s a pretty quick turnaround. There’s no point not telling him, since the demon will be dealt with shortly, but he’s curious about the response he’ll get. “No, we’re trying to escape the Watcher’s Council, an organization that hunts demons. Neither of us were quite as malleable as they would’ve liked.”
He watches as those soft hazel eyes harden with an inner flame. “That sucks. Okay, sure, whatever vacant rooms you see and like and aren’t mine are yours.” The kid suddenly frowns, cocking his head as if listening to something they can’t hear. “Good point. I’ll have a talk to the ghosts, make sure they know not to bother you guys either if they know what’s good for them.”
“Why would you help us?” Giles wonders, wary. Is it just a trap?
He dramatically holds up a hand, raising fingers on every point. “It stinks, big time, to be alone. My best friend became a vampire and tried to hurt me, so I know betrayal. I’m trying to help people out, keep a hold on my humanity. Because it’s the right thing to do.” He pauses. “That last one’s so important, I’m counting it twice,” he decides, extending his thumb.
Giles still hesitates, but the kid doesn’t seem to notice, holding out a hand for Buffy to shake. “Xander. I’m still working on a last name, given that it’s pretty clear I’m a bastard in only the best of ways at this point.”
“Buffy,” she responds. “At this point, I’d almost accept being stabbed in the back as long as I get to sleep in an actual bed.”
A friendly grin, and he points over his shoulder with the thumb. “You’re in luck. Most rooms have ‘em. Beds, not backstabbing lunatics. I already disincorporated the ghost with the knife, so you should be in the clear.”
She wanders off before Giles can argue more, and Xander gets more serious when he glances over. “Look, I’ll make an oath on Kryvirk Kala here, no harm will come to either of you while you’re here.” There’s a sudden feeling of anticipation, power on every atom of air, and that’s…that’s an actual oath, Norse-style. “Rules of hospitality need apply. In addition, I’ll do my best to protect you both, all right? I’m serious about that humanity thing.”
It’s an uneasy peace, but it’s only what Giles has been dealing with since this all started. He resolves to keep watch for a bit, just to make sure Xander doesn’t try anything and keep an eye on the part demon.
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Buffy/Devil May Cry Crossover, Buffy AU
Chapter Summary: Giles and Buffy flee the Watchers' Council Special Ops Team.
Word Count: 745
Rating: Gen
A haunted hotel would be the last place the Council would think to find him and Buffy, at least at first, so Giles pulls up to the abandoned building and gently wakes his Slayer. “We’re here,” he tells her gently, and she groans.
“Five more minutes?” she pleads, but he shakes his head.
“It’s best we get inside before anyone notices we’re here.”
Buffy grumbles a bit, but given that he’d not twenty-four hours ago saved them both from certain death in exchange for merely probable death, she goes along with it.
He’d expected the door to be harder to open, and frowns a little. He’d long since abandoned his use of chaos magic, but needs must. He prepares a spell in the back of his mind.
Even Buffy’s silent at this point, which puts him even more on edge. That probably means her Slayer powers are warning her about something, although for all he knows the true opponents are merely the spirits that haunt the hotel. It’s while they’re exploring down the corridor to the large dining room that the cause of their unease appears.
“I’m sorry if you haven’t heard, but there are no vacancies today. You’ll have to take your business elsewhere.”
They turn to see a dangerous-looking teen, probably Buffy’s age, casually holding a giant demonic-looking longsword one-handed over his shoulder. Silver leather boots with a number of buckles match the navy leather pants, black leather waistcoat, silver leather fingerless gloves, and navy greatcoat with silver buckle straps and black buckles. It fits with his shaggy, shoulder-length dark brown hair.
“I didn’t know hotels were hiring demons now,” Buffy asks quickly, probably sensing something he can’t, and the other frowns.
“Depends on the kind. A promise not to hurt anyone—y’know, who’s not asking for it—is in the contract. If you’re running from the criminal-flavored kind, I was hired for hotel security,” he offers.
That’s a pretty quick turnaround. There’s no point not telling him, since the demon will be dealt with shortly, but he’s curious about the response he’ll get. “No, we’re trying to escape the Watcher’s Council, an organization that hunts demons. Neither of us were quite as malleable as they would’ve liked.”
He watches as those soft hazel eyes harden with an inner flame. “That sucks. Okay, sure, whatever vacant rooms you see and like and aren’t mine are yours.” The kid suddenly frowns, cocking his head as if listening to something they can’t hear. “Good point. I’ll have a talk to the ghosts, make sure they know not to bother you guys either if they know what’s good for them.”
“Why would you help us?” Giles wonders, wary. Is it just a trap?
He dramatically holds up a hand, raising fingers on every point. “It stinks, big time, to be alone. My best friend became a vampire and tried to hurt me, so I know betrayal. I’m trying to help people out, keep a hold on my humanity. Because it’s the right thing to do.” He pauses. “That last one’s so important, I’m counting it twice,” he decides, extending his thumb.
Giles still hesitates, but the kid doesn’t seem to notice, holding out a hand for Buffy to shake. “Xander. I’m still working on a last name, given that it’s pretty clear I’m a bastard in only the best of ways at this point.”
“Buffy,” she responds. “At this point, I’d almost accept being stabbed in the back as long as I get to sleep in an actual bed.”
A friendly grin, and he points over his shoulder with the thumb. “You’re in luck. Most rooms have ‘em. Beds, not backstabbing lunatics. I already disincorporated the ghost with the knife, so you should be in the clear.”
She wanders off before Giles can argue more, and Xander gets more serious when he glances over. “Look, I’ll make an oath on Kryvirk Kala here, no harm will come to either of you while you’re here.” There’s a sudden feeling of anticipation, power on every atom of air, and that’s…that’s an actual oath, Norse-style. “Rules of hospitality need apply. In addition, I’ll do my best to protect you both, all right? I’m serious about that humanity thing.”
It’s an uneasy peace, but it’s only what Giles has been dealing with since this all started. He resolves to keep watch for a bit, just to make sure Xander doesn’t try anything and keep an eye on the part demon.
