Fandom’s: BTVS/Kindred the Embrace/Anita Blake.
Spoilers: Cerulean Sins
Pairings: Buffy/Julian, Anita/Jean-Claude
Ratings: R for language and sexual situation.
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Distribution: Please ask and it will be given unto you.
Summary: Sequel to New Beginnings. The Master of San Francisco decided to pay the Master of St. Louis a visit. After a long rest, Buffy Summers and Julian Luna had awakened to a new world. Can they get used to this world or will it be too overwhelming?
Disclaimer: All characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer belonged to Joss Whedon, while the characters from the world of Anita Blake belong to Laurell K. Hamilton. Also the world of Kindred the Embrace belongs to FOX, Spelling Television Inc, White Wolf or the copyright individual....
AN: This story is the sequel to New Beginnings and Kindred Laws, which is continued in the Anita Blake universe. The background takes place two years after Cerulean Sins and before Incubus Dreams, which I hadn’t read prior to having written this story. Anita’s sexual relationship with Asher, Micah, Nathaniel, Damien and Richard, might be alluded to, but the primary focus will be Jean-Claude’s.
AN: #2 English texts were translated to French text by http://babelfish.altavista.com/tr,
"Have you been killing vampires, my little animator?"
(Guilty Pleasures, page 26, paragraph 4)
St. Louis, Missouri
On her way to the Circus of the Damned, Anita Blake drove her Jeep Durango cautiously on the highway, not paying attention to her fellow passengers; instead, she went to that quiet place in her mind that she fled to when she was upset. Though at that moment, she didn’t know who she should be more upset with -- Belle Morte, for messing with her mind, or Richard. She shook her head, she had to get over him fast, she couldn’t have him continue to hurt her the way he did. Although she understood that Belle had been messing with his head all day as well as hers.
It was funny, she mused; Richard, a supernatural creature, didn’t like to believe in things he couldn’t see or taste. So when Richard’s Skoll, Jamil, wanted to use her house and her bathtub for Richard’s use, she ran. If that made her a coward, so be it.
'Of course, this is all Jean-Claude’s fault, that Belle was messing with her,’ Anita thought with a scowl as she peered at the cars in front of her. If it wasn’t for the triumvirate between her, Richard and Jean-Claude, Belle Morte wouldn’t be able to use that as an excuse to test their power. Belle wanted to see how strong she was. How strong was she? Even she, Anita, didn’t know how strong.
Anita gave a small sigh, she couldn’t understand how her life had become so complicated.
When she had first start dating Richard, Jean-Claude had demanded that she also date him. If dating an alpha werewolf wasn’t bad enough, imagine dating a master vampire and then try dating both at the same time. She had thought juggling both of them would stop her from being hurt; she was wrong.
That was why she was going to the Circus. She couldn’t deal with Richard and his neuroses right now.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a car. 'How long had it been following them?' she wondered.
“There’s a car following us,” she told her passengers. “Don’t look,” she yelled, causing them each to twist awkwardly to see the traffic back them.
How crazy was it to tell a person not to do something, which they are dying to do? It was like an itch begging to be scratched.
Jason, who was sitting beside Anita in the passenger side seat, slowly turned his head for a better look behind him. There was definitely a car following them. It was several lanes back, but each time Anita turned or sped up, the other vehicle continued to stay on their trail.
Out of nowhere, a strong odor suddenly permeated the car.
“Do you smell that?” Anita demanded, her hand tightening on the steering wheel.
She received several contradictory answers from the back. Jason started sniffing, trying to identify the elusive smell. Anita sniffed delicately, also trying to identify the aroma. It was an intrusive scent, a mixture of rose and something else, it was the same fragrance from earlier in the day. Suddenly it clicked - Belle Morte; she wanted to play.
“Damn,” she muttered. “Why now?”
Lately, that's all she had been thinking -- why now. It seemed that she had been inundated with a lot of vamp politics. She frowned; she couldn’t concentrate on Belle and drive at the same time.
She gestured to Jason to exchange places. It was a little bit awkward, without stopping the car, but they couldn’t afford to stop. The car weaved in and out of traffic as Jason took a second to gain control of the steering wheel, causing irate drivers to honk their horns furiously. Without warning, a bright light flashed blinding them and instinctively Anita threw her arms up, closing her eyes.
When she finally opened them, she found that she was no longer in the car with Nathaniel, Jason and Caleb, but in a room. It was dark, but not quite pitch black, thanks to a small light that was reflected in an ornate mirror.
She felt dizzy, nauseous, and disoriented, her head reeling as if she were in a drunken stupor. She shook her head, trying to snap out of the daze she found herself in, before she peered cautiously around the room.
‘Where am I?’ she wondered.
The room was huge, with windows that seemed to gaze upon nothing. The view sent a wave of foreboding through her as it seemed so thick and vaporous as it filled the room, creating an illusion of nothingness.
The only thing holding it at bay, was the small pinprick of light reflected in the mirror on the wall, which in turn overlooked a large bed that stood in the center of the room.
The bed was covered by what appeared to be black silk sheets, which Anita saw concealed shapes, which lay as still as death. Feeling every nerve in her body come alive, goose bumps rose on her flesh; she stretched out her hand cautiously, reaching out to them.
She took a second, glancing around her apprehensively while having her hand out stretched; a shape shifted, causing Anita to pull back as she gasped in fright. The noise echoed loudly and eerily in the room, and just as suddenly as she found herself in the room, Anita found herself back in her car surrounded by chaos.
Somewhere in the ether, in a place that time had forgotten, surrounded by eternal darkness, Buffy Summers felt a disturbance in the air. She shifted, trying to wake up to a voice that was chanting rhythmical in her ear. “Wake up. Wake up.”
“Slayer, wake up,” the voice continued to call.
“What?” Buffy murmured; her eyes still closed as her body remained drugged from sleep.
“The world needs you,” the voice persisted; it was smooth, insistent.
Buffy grumbled as her eyes fought to open. She squinted, peering bewildered around the dark room trying to see in the dark. “Ugghh,” she muttered, yawning widely.
“Slayer,” the voice said firmly.
“Who’s there?” she whispered, searching the almost empty room.
“It’s me,” Whistler said, as the room began to lighten due to a multitude of candles, which had begun to magically flicker into life.
Blinking in her bewilderment, Buffy watched as Whistler moved further into the light. Whistler was a balance demon for the Powers that Be; his job was to guide the warriors that fought for the light.
He was a small human-looking demon, with a broad New York accent. In addition, he dressed like a pimp, with a multi-colored overly large check coat, and brown corduroy pants that were turned down at the bottoms.
“Hey there, Slayer,” he said, grinning cheerfully.
“Whistler?” Buffy questioned, gazing around her.
The room she was in was bereft of any major furnishings. It only consisted of a bed, a mirror, and dark curtains that cover the windows. Suddenly, her mind was flooded with memories.
“Oh,” she mumbled. “The last thing I remember, Julian and I were going away---to rest. How long have I been out?” she asked curiously.
Whistler smiled guilty. “Over a thousand years,” he confessed his tone apologetic.
“What!” Buffy screeched, jerking up in shock. “Did you say, over a thousand years? I thought I heard you said over a thousand years,” she repeated dumbfounded, her voice shaky.
“I did,” he admitted, watching her with concern in his eyes.
“A thousand years,” she muttered to herself. “Why did we sleep for so long?” she asked.
Whistler looked the same, Buffy realized dumbly. She shook her head in disbelief. He seemed ageless. How old is he?
Julian stirred and mumbled Buffy’s name.
“Julian?” Buffy called, bending down to caress his face.
She felt breathless, like a young girl meeting her crush for the first time as she watched him stir. A soft and loving curve touched her lips.
This was her Julian. Her eyes caressed him. He was the same, no physical change despite the thousand years Whistler told her that they where sleeping. Julian was a handsome man, with full sensual lips, dark olive tone skin, high cheekbones, dark hair and rich dark brown eyes like dark chocolates. Lying curled up on the bed, with a dark curl fallen into his face, Buffy thought he looked like an angel.
Julian blinked, and he focused his eyes on her face. His mouth stretched into a wide smile as he saw her leaning over him. “Hello.”
“Are you awake?” she whispered, bending down to plant a kiss on his face.
Julian nodded with a yawn. His mouth twisted in a smile. He had the most delightful dream, in which Buffy was most prominent. He opened his mouth to tell her, but his smile turned to a frown when Buffy said.
“Whistler is here.”
She smoothed the frown from his face. Even after all these years, a look from Julian made her heart beat faster.
Then Buffy dropped another bomb “And I’ve been told that we've been asleep for over a thousand years,” she told him with quiet emphasis.
Julian eyes widened, he jumped up with an exclamation. “What?!” All sleep disappeared from his body, he felt wide-awake. “It can’t be,” he protested. “Why were we allowed to sleep for so long?” he asked, staring at Whistler with shock.
Whistler eyed them sheepishly. “They didn’t know what to do with you guys,” he admitted.
“What!?” Buffy cried in astonishment.
Whistler frowned, “Your world didn’t stand still because you decided to take a nap- things moved on, things changed.”
They stared at him incredulously.
“Look, Slayer,” he said, with an edge to his voice. “We didn’t do it deliberately. We have to monitor several dimensions, not just yours; we’ve been putting out fires here and there and everywhere while you’ve been having your snooze and it wasn’t like we were going to wake you up and dump you in the middle of nowhere, so you were kind of put on the shelf,” he admitted bluntly.
A tense silence enveloped the room.
“So why then, after all this time, did you wake us up?” she asked, breaking the silence.
“We need you,” Whistler announced, his voice was rough with anxiety.
Buffy eyed him with incredulity. “You need us?” she questioned, blinking in skepticism.
“Is that an excuse or an explanation?” she demanded.
“We really don’t have an excuse,” he admitted while he strolled around the room, “But we have a problem and to be honest we don’t have a clue what to do about it – so before it gets out of hand we thought we’d let you two have a go.”
Buffy sighed in exasperation. “So, you have had us on a shelf for a thousand years and you now want me to fix something for you?” A thousand years, she thought, flabbergasted. The world, what happen to the world? Oh my God, my family.
“Basically, yes,” Whistler admitted grudgingly.
Buffy closed her eyes. “My children?” she moaned, feeling a momentary panic as the realization of how much time had past finally began to sink in, “What happen to them?” she snapped, and with a burst of speed grabbed Whistler by his collar.
“Calm down, Slayer!” he shouted, shrugging out of her hold. “Your children are fine.”
Buffy stared at Whistler in confusion. “We’ve been asleep for a thousand years – don’t just tell me that they are fine – what happened to them.”
“Sasha?” cried Julian. He took a few steps towards Buffy, only to pause in alarm. Sasha was the only descendant of his line, he could think of. “Is something wrong with Sasha?”
Sasha was Julian’s biological granddaughter, several times removed, and Julian’s last surviving relative from before he was embraced. After Sasha's grandfather, Julian's grandson, died, a rival clan embraced Sasha against her will after Julian had introduced her to the Kindred world, and although Sasha was then Brujah Kindred, she was still a part of Julian and Buffy’s life. She had even married a member of another rival Kindred clan, and had two children with him.
Julian gazed bewildered at Whistler, his hands fisted at his side as he waited impatiently for Whistler to answer his question. Buffy moved towards Julian, knowing instinctually what he was feeling.
“Why can’t you let me finished?” Whistler asked exasperated. “Now,” he said sighing. Then he preceded to tell Buffy and Julian how Cash and Daedulus had run the Council, Buffy had started for years using the memory of Buffy and Julian’s deeds to keep order, then how they were rewarded by the PTB several years later by being allowed to sleep.
“Slayer,” Whistler continued. “Because we kept you on ice- so to speak, for a long time, we weren’t able send you back to your dimension." Then Whistler went on to explain about how technology has overrun Julian and Buffy’s Earth. “The last Slayer died out centuries ago. All Supernatural beings such as vampires, were-wolves, witches and all magic users were killed on sight. It all began with an uprising called the Culling.”
“Dear God!” Julian cried with an appalled expression.
“It started as a fringe group, then it expanded to those who decided that others such as vampires were an abomination,” Whistler continued.
“But…” Buffy protested. “Not all supernatural beings are evil.”
“You are right,” he agreed with a nod. “I know that and you know that, but some people are ignorant. They prosecuted and killed anyone just because they are different. You know that what make you such a great Slayer,” he mused.” You were able to define that distinction more so that others, but these…people didn’t care about that. It was genocide, similar to that in your Earth with Hitler in the early centuries. Because of that fact, we had to find a compatible place to send you guys.”
“What?” Buffy said, her mouth dropping open, unattractively.
Julian gave a quick intake of breath.
Whistler sighed. “Please let me explain. The Powers wanted to send both of you to world that was supernatural in nature. So they found a parallel Earth that is the same as the dimension both of you came from except one thing. The world knows that vampires and all kinds of supernatural activity exist.”
“Oh my God!” Buffy exclaimed with a stunned look.
“It’s true, Slayer,” said Whistler, with a smirk. “The world knows that vampires exist.”
“If that world knows about vampires then I’d be free,” She rushed toward Julian, jumping into his arms she cried in amazement. “I’m free.”
‘Uh, oh,’ thought Whistler to himself. “Uh, not quite, Slayer,” he said, embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to give you that impression.”
“What do you mean?” she demand, blinking with bafflement.
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