madimpossibledreamer

i feel like the quality of my chapter summaries is steadily decreasing with my desire to not spoil things
edit: it might be slightly better now but also might be a pun?

Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Buffy doesn't regret taking a stand.
Word Count: 1119
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS

          She’s still groggy. Moving takes a bit, but to her surprise no one actually makes a move. A vampire even grudgingly gets her a glass of water, to which she raises an eyebrow with effort.
          He rasps a reply. “Usually, I’d kill a Slayer who’s vulnerable like this, but the last thing I want is a life-debt to the dead. So I didn’t kill you, and you’ll avenge us because that’s what you do, and our business is concluded.”
          “Well, I for one would offer a drink of choice should she return. She saved my customers and my bar, Slayer or not,” the bartender/apparent owner argues. All Buffy can make out without turning her head are a few horns. Not uncommon among the demon types.
          There’s agreement, and arguing, and as she finally manages to turn her head it looks like there was a little more scuffling, so some of them had actually actively defended her after Severin had run off.
          “I appreciate it,” she manages, after drinking the water and finding it doesn’t taste odd. “Letting the Siphon take you all would have been an unfair fight, never mind the trouble it would cause for you later.”
          “So Solomon’s right? You’re hunting the Siphon?” She’d never know it to look at that demon, but judging by the voice, she’s female (even if it is the husky smoker kind of voice). And that’s, oddly enough, excitement and hope. It’s odd.
          “I’ve heard the Siphon’s walking the earth on the hunt for an Old One, here on the mortal plane. As far as I knew, the First was the last one actually present, and before that Glorificus, though that was due to an exile.” This one looks humanoid, but is covered in so much ash she can’t actually make it out.
          “Hang on, didn’t Wolfram & Hart have an Old One?” This one looks like a teenager, but absolutely isn’t if her Slayer Senses are anything to go by.
          One helps her up, gruff, but friendly, and appearance-wise just like a grizzled old sailor except for the eyes that could be glowing coals. “Yeah, yeah, I heard Illyria came back, though rumors said she fought alongside Angelus. You should ask your ex, girl.”
          “Why would he go after one on their side? Illyria is friendly.” Another vampire.
          “The Siphon is on no one’s side,” the bartender mutters darkly, and there’s an uncomfortable silence.
          It lets her get a word in. “Angel is dead.” She doesn’t owe them this, and the mere words could cause her to be seen as weak, but it’s important to get that word out, somehow.
          “At least his demon will stop trying to end the world,” the second vampire mutters, and the sailor cuffs him over the head so hard he falls down.
          “Sorry to hear that, girl. I think William the Bloody also knew her?” That’s…still a difficult topic to deal with, but she’ll figure it out. She doesn’t have a choice, not since she’s going for stopping Severin.
          The door bursts open, and even as she gets into a fighting stance, as the others around her do the same, something bounds into the room.
          “You scared us, Feliciano!” one of the vampires exclaims and lets down his guard, and she does, too, after a moment. It’s definitely not a demon type she’s seen before, with a humanoid shape once it moves upright aside from oddly long and thin limbs and the ability to scurry across any point like a strange, four-limbed spider.
          Feliciano shrugs and the bones creak, bony elbows moving unnaturally. “Someone had to follow the Siphon, if the Defier of Prophecy was to know his location.” He traces something with long fingers in the air, and then suddenly there’s a map made out of wisps and cobwebs and dew floating in the air before her. “Only you can see the contents, Slayer. It will be in the corner of the eye to all else. Follow the glowing dot and you shall find the Siphon. May the morning smile on your blood hunt.”
          There’s some arguing over whether a shield of power will help her any, before they finally come to the conclusion it’s better he siphons that first because it gives her an opening, however brief. The sailor hands her a cutlass. “I’m expecting that back,” he tells her with a wink. With a practice swing or two, she notes that it’s a really good balance and weight. Could do some real damage, assuming Severin hasn’t gotten even faster than her by now.
          “Do I need a weapons library card?” she teases, and the sailor-man grins.
          “I know who you are. I know where to go if there are any late fees—” which is a pun, and a particularly groan-worthy one at that—“…since you’re sort of a celebrity.”
          Smoky Demon pulls out a pair of grenades, which earns a scowl from the bartender/owner (“You brought those to my bar? What were you thinking?”), but she shakes her head. “If you’d had a rocket launcher, I’d have thought about it, but I’m more likely to just blow myself up. Yes, even if you teach me.” She’s not sure if she really would take a rocket launcher, and luckily none of them offers one. It’s hard to tell whether Severin really is human, but if he is she’d rather not kill him, personal reasons and all. Still, if it’s letting him kill her and then move on to people that she cares about…she’ll deal with it when it comes to that. Even then, she’d rather not use a grenade on a human, or mostly human, or whatever Severin is now. Though maybe, the more he absorbs of demons, the less human he becomes. She’ll learn the truth soon enough.
          The teenager-in-appearance pulls out a crossbow from a backpack. Buffy smiles. “Thanks. I’m a lot more comfortable with the old-fashioned style of doing things.”
          “Don’t worry about returning it. I can always get another. Though I could sign it, if you’d like…” He’s joking around too, trying to keep it light. She can still feel all the tension in the room, all the scared vampires and demons trying very hard not to be scared or show their fear.
          Ordinarily, she’d be likely to wave it off, but this time she nods. “Sure, why not? My little sister might know who you are.”
          He signs with a flourish, as the others look on with amusement and some heckling. None of them are brave enough to come with her. She’s not entirely surprised, but they’ve helped her more than she expected, and she has something else up her sleeve before she confronts their worst nightmare.