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Story: Poisoned Pawn

Author: D.Andrews

Buffy/X-Men crossover

Rating: R (for violence, gore, sex, crude use of a brush *?? *)

Pairing: OC (me)/Faith

Genre: don't know...don't care

Plotline: A thief stumbles on to a grisly murder in a neighborhood.
After realizing that the item he was to collect from the house was taken, he tracks the item to Sunnydale, where a whole new set of murders takes place. He is forced to team with Buffy's rival slayer to solve the mystery of why everyone who comes into contact
with the item is killed. * Told from Dee Dee's POV *

Disclaimer: I don't own the people in Buffy, nor do I own the people of the X-Men... So don't sue...

Poisoned Pawn
Chapter 2: Unwanted Flashback (Takes place one night after the Allenton House fiasco)

I don't remember much about last night. Perhaps it's because I really don't want to. All I cared about was getting the fuck out of that house. The last image I think I will ever keep in my head is the severed head of Dr. Allenton staring at me. I'm not sure when I got to the hotel, but I do recall that my room was already reserved for me.

Only the Guild could plan this far ahead.

In my room, I see the things for a shower, some fresh clothes, and a menu of my favorite foods. I'm thankful that there's no pork or beef on this menu. I'd rather go another round of a stare down with that headless corpse, than eat any pork or beef.

I am wondering how the bottles of Jack Daniels got here.

I pick up the note that was stuck to the bottles. It's from P.

Dee Dee,

If you are reading this, then I know you're still alive, and at the hotel.
I found out some weird info about the sword we were supposed to get last night, but I cannot tell you what I found out. Someone else will. I sent her the info on what happened at the Allenton House, and she will give you your mission objectives. There is more to this situation, as you are well aware so I will not burden you with the shit end of what's going on. Just get some sleep, and stay in that hotel. The police are about looking for anyone who was near that hellhole. The 3 bottles of Jack Daniels are courtesy of Remy, and Belle LeBeau. They know what happened at the Allenton House also. Seems that you're pretty much on the case of that missing sword. They want you to solve this one. Any resources you require will be given to you.
I'll keep in touch.

P.

That little message didn't make my day, but the fact that the entire Guild wants me to solve this one is a bit refreshing. I began to replay the whole incident over in my head, trying to find something that I may have overlooked...something that might help me solve this case. I ponder all possible scenarios over a chicken salad, and grilled turkey sandwiches. I try not to replay what I saw...but I know something happened. Something didn't fit. I needed to sleep, but it hurts to even try but it's not like I have a choice in the matter, so I choose to take a long shower after my meal. While I was headed to the shower, a thought came over me. A thought I did not want to think about: Dr. Allenton was telling me something, well; his headless body was trying to anyways. I walk into the shower, and do my best to wash away the nightmare that I know is coming. After showering, I dry off, and put the nice white robe on. I never liked white robes, but on this night, I'm in no mood to argue. I plopped on the hotel bed, and began to slowly replay the whole thing in my mind.

I get sleepy as I do this.

I hope I don't have nightmares because of what happened in the Allenton house.

I know I will however.

I am already starting to have flashbacks about the ordeal.

Not good.

I down one bottle of JD before crashing. My head is killing me.

And it's not even night yet.

And who the hell is she, and why is she coming to see me?

Maybe that second bottle of JD doesn't look too bad right now...

Awww... forget it.

~~~~~ Flashback~~~~~

The window is busted, and I can see glass on the carpet. I also see traces of wood paneling scattered among the glass. I turn my head towards the bedroom. I can see the door. It's semi open. I look down on the floor. There is a small trail of blood leading into the bedroom from the stairs in the middle of the hall.

I walk towards the door.

I notice that there is blood on the doorknob.

Inside, I can hear screaming.

I can also hear the sound of pounding.

I can hear loud gnashing of teeth tearing into flesh.

Then silence.

Then the sound of someone's neck being sliced open

And the shrill, garbled cry before the end.

Only the sound of a dead man's heartbeat is still ringing in my ears.

I push the door open. I see blood everywhere. I see his heart still beating, but not in his chest. I scan the room, and I see his body. Maimed beyond belief. Crucified head down. There are bite marks all over his body. I can see the scratch marks on him as well.

Then I see something I didn't expect: The marks of the Vampire, or something close to it.

Three sets of bite marks.

The good doc never had a chance.

I notice the head of the doc.

Staring at me.

His eyes are wide open.

He saw his attackers.

I look back at his headless body. I see blood, blood, and more of the same.

I also notice something else.

The smell of sex, and the rest of that smell is fecal matter.

He was raped before he was killed.

Repeatedly.

Tell me good Doctor, who did this to you?

~~~~~~End Flashback~~~~~~

I try to sleep a bit longer, but I am awakened by a female voice.
I don't want to wake up, but the voice is getting louder. I can tell she's not in a good mood. And I bet it's because of the Allenton House incident.

"Wake up Dee Dee", the voice calls out to me.

I wearily open my eyes to see the female calling out to me. I know who she is. I can spot all six- one of that lovely Irish redhead anywhere. "Mindwipe", was all I could say at the moment. It hurts too much to sit up.

" I see you've had quite an interesting night last night," she says to me in that all too familiar Irish accent. " You feeling okay?" At least she's not pissed.

Yet.

I nod. " I've had better nights. I guess P told you everything, huh?"

"More than I wanted to hear, old man. He told me to give you this."

She sits on the bed next to me, and hands me a somewhat thick manila folder. I'll bet it's the stuff That P was referring to in that sticky on the JD bottles. I open it, and papers and notes fall out onto the bed. I sift through them, trying to look at them, but to also force myself to wake up.

"What's all this?" I ask.

Laura smiles.

" Those are the names of the known auction houses that our good doc was looking for to acquire the thing. It appears that the good doc was hunting it down for some reason. And when he finally got his paws on it, well you know what happened to him."

I know all too well.

Got a first hand look.

"You know he got a hold of it? " I ask as I pick up the list of auction houses.

She shook her head. " He may have a contact within one of the auction houses buy it for him, but we don't know for sure."

I nod. "You know of anyone else who would kill the doc for it ?"

"Your guess is as good as mine Dee. However I do know one thing about that sword. It's not a sword at all."

"Say again?"

"You heard me. It's a dagger with a removable broadsword blade. Every arms collector, nut job, and snobbish rich boys playing Anti Christ want this thing. You know that Vlad the Impaler wasn't the only one to own that thing."

Things just got a bit more complicated. "So there's a history behind it as well?" I ask, now interested, and fully awake.

Laura nods.

" After Vlad died, the dagger was hidden away from the public. Nobody knew of it until a noble in the service of the blood countess came across it by accident. I do not know the time frame, but it had to be sometime while the countess was either a teen, or in her twenties."

"Let me guess. The blood countess is none other than Elizabeth Bathory. Right?"

"You know your history" Laura says in an affectionate tone.

"What was that noble doing when he saw it?"

" Hunting young female virgins for the countess."

I look at the drawings of the dagger on the bed. I notice that in one of the drawings, there is no jewel in the hilt.

" What do you know of the jewel, Laura? When Tepes had the sword, did it have a Jewel in the hilt where the blade and the handle meet?" I ask in a more lively voice.

"Not at first. Only after the blood countess got a hold of it. Some say that the jewel is cursed. Legend has it that when the countess caught one of her nobles cheating on her with a peasant girl, the countess gave her a choice: be tortured to death, or kill herself with that dagger. The peasant girl killed herself with it. After the deed, the countess placed a curse on that dagger, and gave the weapon to the offending noble."

"Her way of branding him with the scarlet letter, huh?"

"Most likely. He never married, nor did he father children."

I look into Laura's green eyes. "And the curse?"

"Don't know. Perhaps the doc knew of the curse."

At first, I didn't catch on what Laura had just said....
But I think...

The dagger isn't cursed.

It's possessed.

"Laura," I say in inquiring tone. " What would you think if I told you that the dagger is possessed, and that one of noble upbringing can't hold it?"

She looks at me, and arches her eyebrow. " You mean a curse on the nobility?"

" Yes."

"It holds water. Why do you ask?"

I look at her.

"Dr. Allenton is the product of noble upbringing, and what if one of the members who came into contact with it was also of noble upbringing?"

Laura closes her eyes. " No wonder why Remy and Belle want it found, and gotten rid of. It's a death sentence for them should they encounter it. Perhaps a death sentence for us all as well. Find that dagger, and send back to where it came." As she opened her eyes, I could now see the anger in them. Not anger towards me, but anger towards those who allowed the dagger to reach these shores.

" I don't know where it is now," I say with concern in my voice.

" Check the papers again. Your next assignment is in there."

I nod. "Laura, I'm starting to have nightmares, and flashbacks again." I say, trying to change the subject. " And why me?"

She smiles at me. She understands my problem far better than anyone I have known. She's one of the very few people, mutant or otherwise, that I can trust. I guess life can bring that out in a person. Laura McDouglas is a prime example. She's wise well beyond her forty-three years of walking this earth. " You're thinking of the crime scene?"

"Yes. I hate having that flashback. It scared me."

"I can tell old man. Those flashbacks are a part of you, but you can also use them to solve crimes, and you will need that hidden ability for your next mission."

I give her a worried look. 'm 'm reluctant to use that ability. I know what it can do. It brings out the worst in me, if you catch my drift."

Another smile. " All those abilities that you have bring out the worst in you, but they can also bring out the best. Try not to think of the worst case scenarios all the time, Dee, Dee."

I want to tell her more, but she places her slender finger on my lips.

" Dee, I know that the past job was, in your words, a 'scare job', but listen to me, and listen well. You are one of the best at your profession, if not the best. You can't change the outcome of the last mission. It's over with. Prepare for the next one. You should have more belief in your abilities, mutant as well as normal. P believes in you, The LeBeaus believe in you, all of the unified guilds believe in you, and yes, I believe in you. Don't think that this next job is a quest for the grail type job, because it's not. And that alone, makes you well suited for this upcoming task. We all know what you're up against, and you also know what's lining up against you. You will succeed. You will be successful because you never quit. You are far smarter than you give yourself credit for. Don't sell yourself short. Just go into this as you would go into any mission, and don't be afraid to use whatever means to accomplish that task, but be smart about it as well."

I began to ponder what she just said.

I feel a large burden being lifted off my shoulders.

I look up at the tall redhead, and winked at her. " I need some new clothes, and a few other items as well. This one is going to be a long one, Mindwipe."

Laura nods. "Just rest up some old man. Your gear will be sitting in the chair waiting for you when you wake up. I will make all the arrangements for your flight to the lovely craphole called Sunnydale, California. When you get there, go to this hotel, the Sunnydale Regis. Your room number will be 2011, one of the nicer rooms. There, you will get more info on your mission."

" The sword is there, huh?"

"Umm hmm...now get some sleep. You're gonna need it."

I nod at her as she walks out of the room.

I wanted to say something to her, but all I got was a barely audible "You're welcome" from her. I hate it when she reads my mind like that. At least things are looking up for a change. I lay back down on the bed, not bothering to pull the covers over me.

As I fall sleep, I prepare myself for the mission before me.

Failure is not an option.
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