Xander and the Snake 13
“Come on Oz, we need to get to the mall,” Buffy urged from the back of the band van.
Oz checked the rearview mirror before shrugging “Sorry, Construction” The teen explained simply.
Not that he needed to explain as they had all seen the cement truck filling a large sink hole near the road. The workers must have left as the sun was setting, leaving only one older man with a machine to vibrate the thick mixture to “remove air Bubbles,” Giles had explained, that of course had required an answer as to why they needed to remove the air bubbles and needless to say the fifteen minute wait had seemed like forever for the gathered teens.
Stepping on the gas slightly, the large vehicle accelerated smoothly towards their destination, after a moment’s silence, Buffy reached up to flick the radio on in an attempt to ease the tension.
This had an unfortunate effect due to Oz having recently replaced the stereo earlier with a better system, but he hadn’t been able to get it hooked up correctly before being interrupted by apocalypse watch and the need to transport everyone across town in search of a demon.
What this all meant was that with a snarling pop, the large van quickly began to fill with gray smoke and the heavy scent of melting plastic, while at the same moment the headlights flickered and died.
This of course produced a rather spectacular flurry of activity within the limited space of the van. Buffy immediately leapt back from the sparks and smoke and managed to successfully land squarely on her Watcher; who gave a rather undignified squawk as he tried to move out of his slayer’s way and only managed to knock over a set of subwoofers that crashed to the floor of the van among the musician’s trade tools. This, of course, drew the blue haired driver’s attentions away from the lack of headlights and far more importantly the road, as he tried to see what had been damaged.
This caused Willow to lean across the van and try to keep the van on the road. Feeling the wheel pull against him, Oz shifted back again, accidently hitting the switch for the high beams just as the van crashed up onto the curb.
Ignoring the distinctive ‘thump’ as they jumped the curb, Oz carefully pulled the van back on the road while simultaneously slowing to a more controllable speed as he rolled down the window to clear the vehicle of the smoke. As the van cleared, Oz spared a moment to almost glare at the blushing slayer before taking a deep calming breath and turning his attention back to the road once more.
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Angelus cursed fluently as he limped away from the fiasco the Sunnydale mall had become; while several curses were targeting the universe in general, the majority of it focused on one Alexander ‘Xander’ Harris in particular.
He had just worked his way to Xander’s grandmother and her rather obvious relations with the family livestock when he was speared by two bright beams of light, frozen like a deer before a Peterbilt. Angelus had time for one final curse before the big van plowed into him and drug the master vampire under its wheels.
Had anyone in the van that had just ran him down spared a look behind them, they would have seen the crumpled form of Angelus as he turned his curses towards Henry Ford and he wished he was back in time when the greatest hazard on the road were the ‘horse apples.’
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At the remains of the Sunnydale Mall, Colonel Jack O’Neill was trying to figure out a way to prove he wasn’t at fault and he wasn’t responsible for rampaging blue aliens, weird snake heads, bulletproof gangs, Teal’c or for his brother.
Taking a deep breath Jack looked around at the damage the building had sustained before focusing on the sad, sad, sight of a triple scoop chocolate cone with sprinkles as it lay slowly melting on the mall floor.
“All I wanted was some ice cream,” He mumbled to himself before turning back to Carter while she tried to explain what had happened in a scientifically logical manner.
Personally though, Jack was simply going to put it down as alien (A)whumping alien (B) and leave it alone. He really didn’t want to explain the gang members.
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Dru blinked as the world slowly crawled back into focus and she found herself staring at the open end of the strange staff that had killed so many of her kind earlier. Ffollowing the staff weapon back to it’s bearer, Drucilla snarled as the gold symbol on the big warrior’s forehead burned into her mind.
The last thing the insane seer of the legendary “Scourge of Europe” saw was the blinding white flash of light as the weapon fired… and then there was silence.
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(A/N) I know it’s been a while since I posted… well, anything really. My muse hasn’t really been working with me lately and this is the first thing I’ve actually written out, I hope you all enjoy it.
-Tjin
