Fandom: BtVS/Heroes crossover
Pairing/Characters: Angelus, Claire Bennet
Total Word Count: 1411
Summary: What if it wasn't Sylar that the Cheerleader needed saving from?
Warnings: violence, dark (for me)
Spoilers: BtVS - nothing specific, just know that Angelus is loose; Heroes: Homecoming.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Tim Kring et al and/or Joss Whedon et al.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing.
Betas: velvetwhip & kallie_kat
Author's Note: Written for winter_of_angel
He strolled down the corridor of the high school. The building was mostly empty; nearly everyone was in the football stadium behind the school. A trophy case caught his eye and he allowed himself the distraction. He only vaguely knew who he was looking for, after all.
Rumors. That's what brought him to this small Texas high school. Rumors of a cheerleader who couldn't be harmed; who couldn't die. A toy that couldn't be broken. Well, at least not permanently.
Angelus grinned as he read a recent article. There… a blonde cheerleader saved a man from a burning train and emerged without a scratch on her. That must be her: Jackie Wilcox.
He easily located the girls' locker room and waited until the majority of the giggling cheerleaders left the room. All that remained were Jackie and another blonde girl.
Angelus killed the lights, inhaling deeply as the scent of fear began to fill the room. He rattled a locker, then silently moved ahead a few aisles. He didn't want to end the game quickly, after all.
He could hear the girls moving around, arguing.
Oblivious, Jackie moved down the aisle closest to him, saying, "Believe me, if you don't want to go out there and get that Homecoming crown, I'm more than happy –"
Angelus swiftly came around the corner and grabbed Jackie by the throat, pressing her against the locker. He ignored her scream, as well as her flailing arms and legs. She'd be still soon enough.
The other girl - Claire, he thought Jackie called her - jumped on his back, trying to pull him away from her friend.
Angelus reached behind him and tossed Claire away from him, ignoring the crunch of bones as she smashed into the wall behind them and fell to the floor.
Jackie whimpered, crying now. "Claire, no. Please, let me go. She's not moving. Oh, God."
Angelus changed, allowing the demon out. Jackie screamed and renewed her struggles.
"I've been looking forward to meeting you, Jackie," he growled against her ear before sinking his fangs into her neck.
Jackie's screams were music to his ears. It had been too long since he'd killed someone so resistant. Only, with this girl, he'd get to kill her again and again, as often as he wanted in any way that he wanted.
As he drained Jackie, he heard a gasp behind him. He turned his head to the other girl, whom he'd nearly forgotten about. She was standing, leaning against the wall, her jaw reconstructing itself before his eyes. Damn, he'd grabbed the wrong girl.
"Run," Jackie called out with her last dying breath.
Claire met his eyes for a moment and then bolted for the door.
Angelus snapped Jackie's neck, dropping her to the ground before giving chase. He hated running on a full stomach. Claire was going to pay.
When he got to the hallway, there was another man there who was pushing Claire out the door, seemingly determined to fight him. Angelus smirked, slowly walking towards the fool. He snarled, showing off his fangs and the man turned on his heels and ran.
He chased the pair to the top of the amphitheatre, making note of where the cheerleader ran off to as he worked on dispatching her would-be savior. As the boy pulled him over the edge, Angelus twisted their bodies so he'd be on top when they hit the ground.
The impact hurt, but didn't stop him for long. He was soon on his feet and sped in the direction the cheerleader had gone.
He caught up with her just outside the stadium. She was running, calling for her dad. He could hear a man calling out for Claire.
Angelus grabbed her from behind, a hand over her mouth and an arm around her waist. He pulled her backwards and out of the crowd.
"I'm your daddy now," he told her before snapping her neck. He knew that she was the one and would wake up from this. And if she wasn't, oh well.