Crossover: HL/BtVS (before “Prodigal Son” HL!verse, between series 6 and 7 Buffy!verse)

Characters: Xander, RR

For prompt: 032 Sunset

Summary: Richie’s introduction to Sunnydale.

A/N: The second of a series of BtVS/HL crossovers – not sure how many or what’ll happen yet so let’s see

They had strapped the bike to the back of Xander’s car for the trip back to Sunnydale, but (true to form) the car had only managed to get them to the outskirts of the town before knocking loudly and gliding to a stop.

Despite how much he cursed at it and kicked it the car refused to start and so Richie offered his ride a lift on the back of his bike. He had even insisted Xander take the only helmet and so it was that they arrived in Sunnydale as the sun sank quickly below the horizon.

“Hey!” Xander yelled over the noise of the engine and through the muffling effect of the helmet. “Cut through here! We don’t want to be out after dark any longer than we have to!”

“How come?” Richie asked, glancing at his passenger over his shoulder as he turned down the alley Xander had pointed towards.

Something lunged at them from out of the shadows, and the bike shimmied worryingly as Richie swerved to avoid it. Looking back over his shoulder swearing Richie thought it was some mugger until his noticed the guy’s face.

“What was that!”

“Vampire! I said you didn’t want to come here!”

What ever it was two more were now blocking their way down the alley, forcing Richie to slow.

“I’m starting to think maybe I should have listened to you.” Richie said as the bike came to a halt a discreet distance from the two vampires making their way towards the humans.

Xander took off the helmet, fishing in his jacket pocket. “I can’t say I’ve heard that too often, but I’ll tell you I told you so later. I’ve only got one stake,” he said pulling it out, “you know how to fight?”

“You carry a wooden stake around with you?” Richie asked incredulously, as he slowly got off the bike, trying to keep an eye on all three vampires as he moved.

“Never leave home without one.”

“So the stories are true?”

Xander got off the bike the other side, staying as far away from Richie as he could, hoping the vamps would at least split up. “Quick lesson? You want a stake or something to cut their heads off with. A cross or holy water might be handy, but I doubt you’re going to have those hanging around.” He paused, thinking. “Not that you’re going to have the others either…”

“Oh I don’t know,” Richie said, pulling his rapier out of his bags with a flourish. “Heads I might just be able to manage.”

The vamps were getting close now, but Xander had to ask. “You carry a sword around with you?”

Richie smirked. “Never leave home without one!” As one of the vamps from the end of the alley lunged he swept the sword up to cut it across the chest before gracefully bring the blade round to take off its head. He was startled enough when it exploded into dust to get caught by one of the others scratching at him through the dust cloud, but recovered quickly. He ran it through, taking its head as it stumbled backwards in surprise. He coughed as he breathed in some of the dust and thought he might be sick at the thought of breathing in a vampire, but looked up long enough to see Xander deliver a couple of solid punches to the surviving vamp before staking it through the heart.

“Well that was different.” Richie said, when Xander turned to look at him.

“You wanted interesting.”

“Silly me.” Richie chuckled as he got back on the bike.

Xander got back on behind him. “Come on you can crash at my place tonight and I’ll fill you in on the whole ‘Sunnydale is evil’ thing.”