Vampires in the Closet: Part 4

by XMenNova

Disclaimer:  All right if you've read the first three installments, you know the routine.  I don't own these people.  Other big hot shots do... yeah, they have something I want.  But don't sue, 'cause I ain't got nothin' you want... trust me.  I hope you enjoy this, and I'm really sorry it took so long for me to write this.  I hope fans aren't too upset.

       Jubilee eyes opened.  The room was too dark to see anything.  She knew just what to do.  She would raise her hand, send out some of her pyrotechnic power, and the room would illuminate with a huge burst of color and light.  She smiled, only her mouth would not move.  She tried to scream, but it sounded muffled.  That was when the rest of her senses returned to her.  There was something in her mouth.  Something fuzzy, and there was a remnant of heat left in the thing that was stuffed in her mouth.  She blinked to get a stinging sensation out of her eyes.  She tried to move her arms, but they were bound behind her.  She tried to blast what ever was binding her, yet nothing happened.

       Oh great!  She thought.  Just what I need, no powers while I'm left in the dark.  BRILLIANT!  Now where is Scott, and the others when you need them.  Heck, I'd settle for Angel.  Yeah, Angel.  Shirtless.  Hot. Sweating.  Covered in whip-cream.  Okay, Jubilee snap outta it.  You gotta find some way outta here.

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Meanwhile in Sunnydale...

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Angel was brooding because he knew the sun would be up soon.  Anya yawned, and she stretched out on the couch.  She had just had the best dream about topioca pudding, Hugh Jackman, and a bunch of fluffy pillows.  But then, in an instant all the fluffy pillows were turned into bunnies, hipping and hopping bunnies.  Then, the worst thing happened: Hugh Jackman's head was no longer human, but a giant rendition of a bunny.  She knew this was a sign.  A sign from the Lower Beings about what was to come.

"Pudding, Anya?" Giles said sitting down beside her on the couch.

"Yeah," she said wiping the drool from her face, "as long as no bunnies are involved."

"Bunnies? How odd.  Why bun--"

"No time, Giles," Buffy interrupted, "Angel has some information."

"Yeah," Angel began, "Okay, I think that the First is probably holding Jubilee ransom.  Either that or they're going to use her blood to open a demonic seal to release hell on Earth.  Her blood has some kind of element in it."

"It's her mutation, you daffy git," Spike began, "I smelled when I first walked in.  It's got like a bleeding fire to it.  Probably give whatever came outta that seal extra power.  Besides, if they want the Slayer, they could just capture her."  He pointed at Dawn as if to use her in his visual aid.  "It's gotta be her blood.  She's got somet'in' special."

"Okay so it's set," Buffy regained control of the speaking, "we leave tonight.  Spike, Angel, I'll need you on your toes.  Xander, Anya, I'll need you to work together and find out anything on how to pummel these jerks.  Willow, Dawn, research, research, research.  Giles, you and I will get as many weapons together as we possibly can."

BAMM!

The front door just busts open, and a burly man with nine inch long claws was standing there looking quite pissed.

"WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE WITH JUBILEE?!" Wolverine roared.  Angel and Spike instantly vamped out, and were ready to fight.  Instead of the two vampires doing some major, low-down fighting, Buffy stepped up.

"Logan, right?" she asked.

"Who wants to know?!" Logan yelled back.

"Jubilee was here.  She got kidnapped by agents of the first, and now they might be getting ready to possibly kill her.  Wolverine, or whatever everyone calls you back in Westchester, we need you to help us save Jubilee, and averting a possible apocalypse."

"Apocalypse?!" Wolverine inquired, "What the hell is that sonuvabitch doin' here?!"

"Huh?" Buffy responded, "no, THE apocalypse.  You know the end of the world.  Destruction of life on Earth."

"Not En Sabah Nur," Xander told from the back of the crowd, "just thought you should know.  It's the end of the world, not a mutant bent on destroying all of mankind."

The room seemed to fall silent, except for the sound of Logan pulling his claws back into his arms.

"Um... Xander--" Buffy was about to ask, but he smiled at her.

"I've got connections," he smiled back.

"OH NO!" Anya squealed, "Just tell me no one has fluffy pillows that turn magically into bunnies."  She proceeded to run upstairs, staring at Wolverine all along with awe.  They could here pieces of what Anya was saying to herself.  Every once in a while they would here her scream about sex, pudding, bunnies, and a manly Hugh Jackman.

"Now that Anya mentions it, you do kinda look like Hu--,"  Willow began.

"--don't start," Wolverine groaned lighting up a cigar.

"Um," Buffy yanks it out of his hand, "this is a non-smoking house."

Wolverine looked at her with a twinge of anger in his eyes.  Xander clapped his hands together, and sighed.

"Nothing we can do now," Buffy said, looking at Spike and Angel, "You two may want to grab some sleep or something.  It's only a matter of minutes before the sun comes up."

"What are they vampires, or somethin'?" Logan said, chuckling.

"Yeah," Spike said, liking his teeth, "You know... don't I know you from some where."

"Sorry," Logan replied, "ain't a Billy Idol fan."

Angel suppressed a laugh, and the two vampires left into the night.

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Logan was scurrying through the cabinets for some food, when Anya let out an obvious sigh.  She looked at him over a book propped up on the table, through the kitchen door, and right at Logan's butt.  She let out a soft moan of the name Hugh Jackman under her breath.  Xander cleared his throat, and jerked his arm swiftly on the table, sending the book tumbling into Anya's lap.

"WHAT?! AGENTS OF THE FIRST WHERE?!" Anya yelled.

"Chill Anya," Dawn said, "you were starting to drool."

"Not very funny for humans," she stared at Xander, "like you never moaned 'Oh Famke-- er, I mean Anya!' while we were having sex!"

Xander's cheeks reddened.  Buffy walked in, looking ready.

"Okay sundown is beginning, which means Spike and Angel will be here ANY second.  We'll then leave for the graveyard.  Willow found a way to get into the First's underground layer."

"Oh it wasn't anything, just a mere locating spell," Willow said smiling.

"You can do that?" Logan said leaning in the doorway, "I could call up Jean.  She's a telepath.  She can locate just about anything... with her mind!"

"Yeah," Willow said as if it were nothing, "I did that a few years ago.  Big whoopdeedoo!  Can anyone be raised from the dead?  HA!  I didn't think so," Willow said defiantly.

"Hey," Logan said smiling, "do you like own a flute?"

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The motley crew of Buffy, Spike, Angel, Anya, Dawn, Xander, Willow, Giles, and Logan walked at a hastened pace to the graveyard.  A few vampires peaked around corners, but when they saw Buffy and Logan, they suddenly remembered they to water their dead flowers.  One demon, which tried to pounce on Willow as she tied her shoe, saw Logan's claws and Buffy's crossbow said repeatedly that he needed to walk his dog on the other side of the town... in Japan.  Giles had to give a soft chuckle as he cleaned his glasses at this sight. 

"Right here," Willow said, "this should be about right."

The group gathered around a patch of dead grass.  Dawn looked at it and rolled her eyes.  Willow told everyone to hold hands.

"Okay this can go one of two ways," Willow warned, "One, we go right into the depts of the underground hideout.  Two, all of our heads explode."

Wolverine's eyes widened at the thought of the last option.  Willow began speaking another language, and the sky rumbled even though there were no clouds in the sky.  Everyone took a gasp of breath at once as though their minds were linked together.  A whirl of air and dust pelted everyone's face, and then the area around everyone darkened.

"Well," Xander started, "that was absolutely boring."

He opened his eyes to only be standing in what looked like an underground cavern.

"You were saying," Willow said smiling.  Before they could congratulate Willow, several footsteps approached them.  Dawn turned and looked at the sea of dark cloaks and symbols on the people's skin.  They had just fallen into a nest of Agents of the First.

To be continued...