Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own them; if I owned the New World Zorro they never would have ended the series without Victoria and Diego getting married. And if I owned Monster Squad, well, Dracula wouldn't have used coarse language toward a five-year-old (curiously that is the one thing that bothered me about his villainy— trying to blow up children, no problem— calling a five-year-old a coarse name, for shame— otherwise he's my favorite Dracula).

Timeline: The story begins shortly after the last episode of the series, "Discovery."

Author's notes: This is what happens when on a cold October day (and that would be last October) you watch Zorro and Monster Squad back to back— the almost irresistible urge to have Duncan Regehr's Zorro/Diego and Dracula meet. It's insane, but the idea wouldn't leave me alone (and yes, I know it's ridiculous to think that Dracula would travel 8,000 miles to California for the item in question, but please suspend your disbelief for this). I must say that the prologue was the first scene to pop into my head, long before I had a plot to go with it, and in my head it was a bloody M-rated spectacle, and since I don't write M-rated fiction that was a bit of a poser. I finally realized that it was best to leave the violence as much as possible to the reader's own imagination. As it is I'm afraid this story hits the upper limits of a T-rating, but nothing worse that what was in Monster Squad— I hope.

~Added note: While this is technically a crossover with Monster Squad this really is far more of a Zorro story than a Monster Squad one, since Regehr's Dracula is the only character to be making the crossing. I hope this is all right. I've never quite done a crossover as odd as this one before, and after some odd screw ups with the documents I ended up deleting the version that was a crossover and putting this up instead.~

~Edited to shift notes to the end~

The Fox and the Son of the Dragon

A New World Zorro / Monster Squad Crossover


The black coach rolled through the desert night in near silence, almost invisible. Almost. The small group of bandits had it in their sights. It looked like easy pickings. A single driver, no escort. While they couldn't see into the coach they doubted the occupants would put up much of a struggle.

One of the bandits, a man named Benito, looked nervously at the storm clouds above them. He hoped it wouldn't start raining. He also hoped they wouldn't run into Zorro; they were too close to the edges of his territory. He'd heard enough about him to know it would be a bad idea to tangle with him, and he certainly didn't believe the rumors that Zorro had been killed. It was a large reason why he'd wished that Juan had chosen somewhere else for them to strike, but Juan was the leader, and Benito knew better than to protest out loud. He crouched lower as he waited for Juan's signal.

When the coach passed into the hills, they attacked. The driver stopped with a curious air of indifference and sat unmoving in his seat. Juan covered him while Benito approached the door of the coach and the other two men got themselves into position nearby. To Benito's surprise, the door opened slowly as of its own accord, and a man stepped out of the carriage. Tall, pale, and aristocratic, the man stared at the bandit calmly with no trace of fear, his long black traveling cape billowing in the wind as he walked toward Benito. Benito struggled to keep his pistol from shaking as he looked into the cold, blue eyes.

"Stop right there, señor," Benito said, trying to sound sure of himself. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm sure you don't," the man said in a low, sinister tone, not stopping at all. "Unfortunately, I do want to hurt you."

He was almost on Benito who, terrified, fired the pistol point-blank at the strange man. It didn't even halt him. From beside the coach came a scream from Juan, but Benito stood frozen in horror as the man reached for him, his eyes now glowing red. "Madre de Dios, what are you?" he whispered.

"Your doom," was the last thing Benito heard in this world.

Ten minutes later, the man was wiping the last traces of blood from his mouth while his driver finished looting the bodies.

"Anything valuable, Boris?" he asked indifferently.

Boris stood up; like his master, he was unusually tall though not nearly so pale. "Nothing to speak of, my lord Dracula," he replied, slipping a knife into his belt and a small money bag that was miraculously free of blood into his pocket. "And I marked them all as you instructed. But I must wonder why, my lord. I thought he was dead. What is the point?"

"Whether he is or isn't dead is immaterial. What matters is what we can do with his reputation. It may make our business easier to manage." Dracula glanced down at the body of Juan. "You know, Boris, I think your aim is slipping. Your knife went a bit high when you killed this one."

"Well, you were the one who let the little one shoot you. The pistol shot startled him and threw off my aim." He looked around at the other bodies. "Do we need to do anything else with these? They won't... rise, will they?"

"No, they weren't interesting enough, and you know I prefer... gentler company. Leave them for the vultures. We have more pressing business ahead."

"As you say, my lord." Boris looked up at the sky and then his seat on the coach, before saying, "If you could hold back the rain until we reach our destination, I would appreciate it."

Looking up at the heavy storm clouds with a slight smile, Dracula said, "It is difficult, but I will try. I think you're getting soft."

Boris didn't deign to reply as his master reentered the coach. A minute later he was in his seat and starting the coach back on its journey toward the pueblo of Los Angeles.


Next up, on Monday: Chapter 1 - A Fatherly Talk.

End notes: The draft on this one is a bit rougher than I'd normally have before starting to upload, but I really wanted this one to go up now, since October really is the best month for a supernatural tale, and October 5th is a very appropriate day to get started.

I'm also still in the midst of editing so as the story starts going up, I welcome any questions or concerns about the plot or loose ends that may need to be tied up, since as long as it wouldn't necessitate a complete reworking of the plot, I still have time to add them in if they're aren't already there, and I think I'm getting a little punchy and might have lost track of a few small details. And just any feedback at all is appreciated.

~Moved from the top~

I know it's insane to try to resolve what the series left hanging in the midst of a confrontation with a supernatural foe. I had originally wanted to set the story when Ramone was still alive since I prefer him to de Soto; however, as I was working out the details of the story, I realized that it really needed to take place at least some time after "Wicked, Wicked Zorro" which annoyingly is a de Soto story. So I was then planning it for between seasons 3 and 4 because I really didn't actually want to deal with the end of the series in a story that was already AU as it was, but there was one element of the last episode that would be particularly useful for my plot, and since I was that far along I decided to throw caution to the winds and just go with the insanity.

I will admit that I'm taking my vampire lore from a bunch of different places but mainly Monster Squad and the novel Dracula. Also, considering that the novel was not published until 1897, Dracula has no need to fear general recognition of his name as a vampire though I do have him taking on a Spanish version of his first name. The connection to the de la Vega family was added to give a reason for the resemblance between the two men, though ironically I ended up not making a big deal about that.

Also, I like my vampires evil, and I especially like this vampire evil, so aside from having him behave with a little more subtlety than in Monster Squad Dracula's still completely malevolent.