madimpossibledreamer | XDH Omake 1

I am super concerned about being able to write the next chapter of Shadowed Suspicion by Friday, but to be fair, I thought it'd only be, what, five chapters when I came back from hiatus? my expectations are ridiculous but then so is my life.
about the fic: based on real life. I actually kind of had this conversation with a friend of mine, and suddenly a lot of things make more sense. (Not the smelling blood part—I’m not a vampire or demon or anything—but I made a careless remark, and…yeah, I got schooled. I’m cranky enough when I hurt myself and have to wait to heal. Pain and weird side effects for days on end? Yikes.)
Also, I might be pretty much done with this series soonish. Maybe. I can't say for sure, but. It feels fairly complete as it is (with the omakes that have yet to be posted).
~dreamer~

Main Points:
Buffy/Devil May Cry Halloween Crossover, Buffy AU
Chapter Summary: Dante's not used to being in a woman's body, even if he's got company to explain things.
Word Count: 434
Rating: T

          "Alex." The voice was insistent. The person in question just slipped to her side and mumbled a little. Too early...
          "Alex!" She sat up straight in bed, with an annoyance stronger than anything the devil hunter had felt before. At this point, he wasn't sure whether she wouldn't have shot herself in the head to deal with him. Not like it'd kill her, anyhow, even if it would give her a huge headache. She had the full powers of a...daughter of Sparda.
          "What is it, Dante?" she snarked back, yawning at the end, showing off her canines. She was tired, but still threatening.
          It was his turn to get annoyed. "I'm just looking out for you, missy. It's not like I have to do this, you know." It was still kind of odd to hear his words coming from her mouth, in her voice.
          She rolled her eyes, turned over, and buried her head in a pillow, opting to just speak with their thoughts in her head. All right, all right, don't go throwing yourself out an airlock. What's the fuss, and why can't it wait until sometime decent?
          Blood, Dante answered grimly. And I think it's coming from your body. It wouldn't have been too bad, except he couldn't remember them having fought last night, and it hadn't stopped. They should be healing by now, but the smell of fresh blood hadn't gone away.
          He didn't expect her reaction. A moment of surprise that loomed silently, then a sardonic grin and a peal of laughter, muffled by the pillow. Which just increased his own temper. What's the big joke, kiddo? he half snarled.
          You really don't know much about women, do you?
          That confused him again. What was she talking about this time? He kind of expected those kind of remarks from Lady, Trish, but Alex?
          "Didn't you notice I put on a pad?" she muttered tiredly into the pillow, barely stopping herself from drifting off before they'd finished the conversation.
          He caught enough context from her thoughts to understand the idea-and be utterly embarrassed about the whole thing. "I...don't watch when you're doing stuff like that! You should know that by now!"
          Another chuckle met his ears. "Such the gentleman..." she teased, then sighed. "Sorry about this, and welcome to your first women's monthly."
          He grimaced as she settled around again. "No wonder you gals are so touchy about it. I'll never tease another woman about this, ever."
          Good. He felt a small smile that pushed away the pain, just for a little, and then sleep pulled them both into comfortable oblivion.