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Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Buffy confronts the Siphon.
Word Count: 1087
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Maybe she’s being dramatic, but she’d had the dream again, reminding her why she’d kept it a secret, assuming the suspicion spell hadn’t been affecting her. Closing her eyes shows her the broken bodies of yet more Slayers they couldn’t afford to lose (how the old Watcher’s Council had ever managed without the new one’s numbers is beyond her, and she’s just trying to distract herself). Lifeless bodies are strewn about their second hideout, their fallback position, some broken, bloodied beyond what would be necessary if they just fought back. Others look peaceful, like they merely died with a single touch, like Montreux was Death itself. His laughter, mocking and unrepentant, as he hammers at Andrew and Willow’s magic stuttering shield with his bare hands, Andrew trembling with fear or effort, Willow’s a righteous mask of fury, as they stand above Giles’ twisted body, eyes unseeing behind broken glasses. He could easily break through, absorb the shield faster than they can reinforce it, but he’s toying with them, just as he’d toyed with some of the others. He’s prolonging it, glowing and inhuman in his glee. As the shield finally falls, he takes them both by the neck, and as they go limp Buffy screams a battle cry, stabbing him with trusty Mr. Pointy, straight in what’s left of his shriveled heart. Except, when he turns with strength that reminds her more of Caleb, he smoothly removes the wood from his back, and he’s healing so quickly only a few drops of blood fall to the floor. “Nice of you to join us,” he says, and she blinks away the memory, because that’s not the here and now.
“Nice of you to join me,” is the here and now, a smirk playing about Severin’s lips, though he’s still paying lip service to gentlemanly behavior as he bows deeply. She doesn’t have to guess as to the source of all the ash about, not with the lightning-like glow around his body. It’s subtle for now, but the second he starts the fight, his eyes will start to glow.
“Please. If I RSVP, I’m gonna be there,” she responds with a smile, casually pulling the sword and cutlass out from the bag at her back (she’s better with a piece of wood, but given that that hadn’t been too effective in the dream and she hadn’t had Magical Sword of Awesomeness last time it’s worth a try) and leaning against them like she hasn’t a care in the world.
Severin smirks, but his eyes are cold and dead. “Please, I can hear your heart rabbiting to break free from here.”
She shrugs, and—well, she’d actually managed to block that attack without too much trouble. Even managed to get him with a swing from the cutlass, and while it doesn’t look like he’s got a shield of his own he’s healing up the wounds like Xander had healed her arm, only on fast forward. He’s just gauging her skills for now, had actually intended to shock her again, given that metal seems to conduct his power pretty effectively, but she’d finally managed to get a name and some of the idea of how the technique of Sendo works (it had been bothering her for a while, ever since the dreams really). She’d matched her breathing to his and thought deep thoughts about lightning rods, and the lightning stuff ran down the magic shield like water off an umbrella. It’s not flickering yet like Willow and Andrew’s in the dream, so she’s going to go with that’s a good thing. Her hair’s still standing up a little, and she’s still tingling like she’d stuck a fork in a light socket, but she’s alive and still moving, which is not what he’d intended, so go her. “That’s adrenaline, trying to get me pumped up for the fight. It’s working.”
The Siphon shrugs. “Have it your way.” He gets out of the way of her next swing, vaulting up to a catwalk she couldn’t quite reach, staring down at her with that chilling gaze that says he sees her as nothing next to him.
It’s not the first time an enemy underestimating her will bring them down. Hopefully, it’s not the last. She can tell he’s itching to do that Villain Monologue thing, though. Might as well give him the opening. She could try the crossbow now, but he’s going to see that coming from a mile away and she’ll just miss and lose the element of surprise. Nah, the crossbow stays in the bag at her back. (He’s not an idiot, he’s probably noticed the Bag of Weapons isn’t empty, but if she’s lucky he hasn’t worked out exactly what’s left yet, since she’s not given him a good look.) “So, why work with me? Why try to earn my trust only to bungle it? I expected you to try to kill me while I was ‘sleeping’.”
He snorts, but if she’s not wrong there’s a brief troubled look, the vaguest hint of something left, like he doesn’t even know why. He knows what she’s doing, and he’s smarter than your average comic book villain. He’s only going to give her the information he feels like sharing. “Actually, it was the other way around. That was your…let’s call it your audition, one that you failed. I was right about you. Accepting the help of such vermin.”
“If you honestly think demonic power makes you a monster, what does that make you?” she taunts, trying to distract him, because she’s caught the slightest whiff of…Plan B? Plan C? She’s already lost track, but in any case that part seems to be going well. Fortunately, it’ll take him longer to notice up there.
He sweeps his arms wide, smug and vicious. “I thought you knew that part already. The Siphon is the one giving monsters nightmares.”
he still managed to beta this chapter
all hail
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Buffy confronts the Siphon.
Word Count: 1087
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
It’s not quite her Slayer’s dream when she enters, but Buffy still shivers. She hasn’t felt such a raging hatred in some time. Maybe it’s the time spent off the battlefield, dulling her memory. The worst part of it, though, is the hollow feeling. It’s the anger of the waves beating against a cliff in all their gothic glory, only these waves can swallow the cliff until the island itself ceases to exist. Severin believes he’s doing the right thing, that he’s the righteous figure standing tall in all this, but he’s a black hole, a sublime, empty void that won’t stop until all life stops existing.
Maybe she’s being dramatic, but she’d had the dream again, reminding her why she’d kept it a secret, assuming the suspicion spell hadn’t been affecting her. Closing her eyes shows her the broken bodies of yet more Slayers they couldn’t afford to lose (how the old Watcher’s Council had ever managed without the new one’s numbers is beyond her, and she’s just trying to distract herself). Lifeless bodies are strewn about their second hideout, their fallback position, some broken, bloodied beyond what would be necessary if they just fought back. Others look peaceful, like they merely died with a single touch, like Montreux was Death itself. His laughter, mocking and unrepentant, as he hammers at Andrew and Willow’s magic stuttering shield with his bare hands, Andrew trembling with fear or effort, Willow’s a righteous mask of fury, as they stand above Giles’ twisted body, eyes unseeing behind broken glasses. He could easily break through, absorb the shield faster than they can reinforce it, but he’s toying with them, just as he’d toyed with some of the others. He’s prolonging it, glowing and inhuman in his glee. As the shield finally falls, he takes them both by the neck, and as they go limp Buffy screams a battle cry, stabbing him with trusty Mr. Pointy, straight in what’s left of his shriveled heart. Except, when he turns with strength that reminds her more of Caleb, he smoothly removes the wood from his back, and he’s healing so quickly only a few drops of blood fall to the floor. “Nice of you to join us,” he says, and she blinks away the memory, because that’s not the here and now.
“Nice of you to join me,” is the here and now, a smirk playing about Severin’s lips, though he’s still paying lip service to gentlemanly behavior as he bows deeply. She doesn’t have to guess as to the source of all the ash about, not with the lightning-like glow around his body. It’s subtle for now, but the second he starts the fight, his eyes will start to glow.
“Please. If I RSVP, I’m gonna be there,” she responds with a smile, casually pulling the sword and cutlass out from the bag at her back (she’s better with a piece of wood, but given that that hadn’t been too effective in the dream and she hadn’t had Magical Sword of Awesomeness last time it’s worth a try) and leaning against them like she hasn’t a care in the world.
Severin smirks, but his eyes are cold and dead. “Please, I can hear your heart rabbiting to break free from here.”
She shrugs, and—well, she’d actually managed to block that attack without too much trouble. Even managed to get him with a swing from the cutlass, and while it doesn’t look like he’s got a shield of his own he’s healing up the wounds like Xander had healed her arm, only on fast forward. He’s just gauging her skills for now, had actually intended to shock her again, given that metal seems to conduct his power pretty effectively, but she’d finally managed to get a name and some of the idea of how the technique of Sendo works (it had been bothering her for a while, ever since the dreams really). She’d matched her breathing to his and thought deep thoughts about lightning rods, and the lightning stuff ran down the magic shield like water off an umbrella. It’s not flickering yet like Willow and Andrew’s in the dream, so she’s going to go with that’s a good thing. Her hair’s still standing up a little, and she’s still tingling like she’d stuck a fork in a light socket, but she’s alive and still moving, which is not what he’d intended, so go her. “That’s adrenaline, trying to get me pumped up for the fight. It’s working.”
The Siphon shrugs. “Have it your way.” He gets out of the way of her next swing, vaulting up to a catwalk she couldn’t quite reach, staring down at her with that chilling gaze that says he sees her as nothing next to him.
It’s not the first time an enemy underestimating her will bring them down. Hopefully, it’s not the last. She can tell he’s itching to do that Villain Monologue thing, though. Might as well give him the opening. She could try the crossbow now, but he’s going to see that coming from a mile away and she’ll just miss and lose the element of surprise. Nah, the crossbow stays in the bag at her back. (He’s not an idiot, he’s probably noticed the Bag of Weapons isn’t empty, but if she’s lucky he hasn’t worked out exactly what’s left yet, since she’s not given him a good look.) “So, why work with me? Why try to earn my trust only to bungle it? I expected you to try to kill me while I was ‘sleeping’.”
He snorts, but if she’s not wrong there’s a brief troubled look, the vaguest hint of something left, like he doesn’t even know why. He knows what she’s doing, and he’s smarter than your average comic book villain. He’s only going to give her the information he feels like sharing. “Actually, it was the other way around. That was your…let’s call it your audition, one that you failed. I was right about you. Accepting the help of such vermin.”
“If you honestly think demonic power makes you a monster, what does that make you?” she taunts, trying to distract him, because she’s caught the slightest whiff of…Plan B? Plan C? She’s already lost track, but in any case that part seems to be going well. Fortunately, it’ll take him longer to notice up there.
He sweeps his arms wide, smug and vicious. “I thought you knew that part already. The Siphon is the one giving monsters nightmares.”
