Title: Redheads Collide 1/?
Author: Skyroom80
Rating: PG?
Crossover: BtVS/Moonlight/small hint of a third cross
Characters: Josef, Willow
Word Count: 1100
Summary: It's a small alternate universe.
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to these shows.
A/N: This may be a first chapter. I'm not sure so am not labeling it as such. This is completely new territory for me.
Josef Konstantin has had a really bad day. It should be hard to imagine that a rich, powerful, good looking, well dressed, forever young immortal who has everything -- and enjoys that everything with no qualms, guilt or silly conscience issues should ever have a bad day. "Yeah, well," Josef thinks, "fuck you and the horse you rode in on." Or, in another century -- since he's seen a little less than an even half-dozen -- maybe it'd be the camel, mule, elephant, or unicycle you rode in on.
It's just been an all around crappy day, he muses, as he strides out of his office onto the twilit pavement of a street in Beverly Hills to get the ferrari parked on the street. The street, of all places! And runs into a young woman, hard enough that she does a backward two-step to keep her balance. Josef automatically reaches out to steady her, growling, "Watch where you're going, huh?" as he starts to push past her.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get in your way, Mr. "I Rule the World."
Now that's just too much. Josef whips around, intent on doing the kind of damage he'll need to call the Cleaner for -- and stops dead in his tracks.
It's a very attractive little thing, even if it does have red hair. Its large brown eyes are indignant. If indignation came with a side order of worried frown, that is. "Sorry for being rude. Not your fault, mine entirely," Josef apologizes. Lame as apologies go, but the best he can do.
The little thing loses the worry frown and smiles, about to go on its way. Deciding on impulse that it might be fun to mesmerize the redhead he steps closer to it, letting his own big brown eyes catch the prey's. And ... what the fuck?! Was that a rock that just got thrown inside his head? Or a stiletto? Holy crap!
"You, you -- Christ! You're a witch!" Josef blinks and shakes his head to get rid of whatever piece of fun and games the little bitch has just used on him.
"Literally? Yes." The worry frown is back, "But, in a metaphoric-y kind of way? I'm not, usually." She sniffs the air. Looks at Josef. Gulps. "And you're a vampire!" Breathed in almost a whisper as she curls her lip in a sneer of superiority. At least she didn't shout it into the rapidly gathering night as people began exiting the nearby offices en route to their cars. That's a plus.
"Literally? Yes." Josef mimics, giving her his best haughty stare. Any stare of his is meant to bring uppity little girls to their metaphoric knees but this one just cocks her head to the side, regarding him thoughtfully.
"So, where's your brood-y long black coat? Or at least the peroxide hair?" She's actually daring to look at him indulgently. The bitchy little witch!
"Look. I don't know what you're talking about. What I am interested in is ... that you're a witch. I haven't met a real witch since, hmm, the last century, I think?" Josef contemplates his immaculately manicured fingers, "Yes, the late 19th century. She was Welsh."
Deciding that the day was getting incrementally better - an attractive bitch witch is exciting, something to consider after so many centuries -- Josef holds out his hand, "I'm Josef Konstantin." Smiling at her, "I'm a billionaire, I do not own a long black coat, and have never considered bleaching my hair. It's ... interesting ... to meet you, Ms. ...?"
Taking the hand he offers and shaking it, "I'm Willow. Willow Rosenberg." With a gamin grin, "Just flew into Los Angeles today to do some business for a friend."
"Willow? Is that your real name or is it some weird witch name you decided to give yourself?"
"No, it's my real name. My parents are kinda of the generation that likes to give unusual names as a statement, or something."
Deciding in for a penny, in for a pound, Josef asks, "Would you allow me to buy you a drink or some coffee, Willow? You appear to have some remarkable power, you're interesting, and I'd like to get to know you."
"If this is a vampire-type come on, Josef, I have to tell you I don't swing that way. I mean," and she looks adorably consternated, "I don't mind that you're a vampire, although you're quite different from the few I know personally. No. It's ... I'm gay."
"So? I'm an amoral immortal. I swing all ways." Hmm, he really needs to be more careful about blurting things like that. "Well, if I were after you in a 'vampire' sense, your sexual preference wouldn't affect the taste of your blood, now would it?" And Josef grins wholeheartedly at her, causing Willow to grin back.
"You have red hair, though. Or, more of the dark red, auburn type, and I don't trust men with red hair. The only guy I ever loved had, on occasion, red hair. Of course, he was a werewolf, too." Frowning, "Is there a connection, do you think?"
"There's no such thing, Willow. He was pulling your leg." But Josef can't keep from grinning at her. She's so delicious and he doesn't even care if he can't bite her. Suddenly, though, he's experiencing some crazy-ass kind of deja-vu. Shit. The kind of deja-vu you get when you're as old as Josef? It's rarely a good thing.
He peers into Willow's face, "Wait. You look familiar to me. Do you ever have strange dreams -- the kind where you aren't you but you look just like you? But you are you, too?" Well that was suave. Yep. She's looking open-mouthed at him. "Yeah, sorry. That was insanity."
But Willow closes her mouth and nods at him. "I have a weird recurring dream that I'm not an only child. And I have a younger brother. He looks just like you. But he's not you."
"Hmm," Josef shakes his head. "Yeah, well, mine are completely different. And I don't know if it's even a dream. Could've been someone I ate." He shrugs it off and says, "So. Willow, the gay witch. Shall we go get you some coffee? I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy talking to you."
On that note, the vampire with the greek-coin profile and the lesbian witch with the new penny hair drive off in the blood red ferrari convertible.
If you have a minute, tell me what you think. It helps me learn what works and what doesn't. Thanks!
Author: Skyroom80
Rating: PG?
Crossover: BtVS/Moonlight/small hint of a third cross
Characters: Josef, Willow
Word Count: 1100
Summary: It's a small alternate universe.
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to these shows.
A/N: This may be a first chapter. I'm not sure so am not labeling it as such. This is completely new territory for me.
Josef Konstantin has had a really bad day. It should be hard to imagine that a rich, powerful, good looking, well dressed, forever young immortal who has everything -- and enjoys that everything with no qualms, guilt or silly conscience issues should ever have a bad day. "Yeah, well," Josef thinks, "fuck you and the horse you rode in on." Or, in another century -- since he's seen a little less than an even half-dozen -- maybe it'd be the camel, mule, elephant, or unicycle you rode in on.
It's just been an all around crappy day, he muses, as he strides out of his office onto the twilit pavement of a street in Beverly Hills to get the ferrari parked on the street. The street, of all places! And runs into a young woman, hard enough that she does a backward two-step to keep her balance. Josef automatically reaches out to steady her, growling, "Watch where you're going, huh?" as he starts to push past her.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get in your way, Mr. "I Rule the World."
Now that's just too much. Josef whips around, intent on doing the kind of damage he'll need to call the Cleaner for -- and stops dead in his tracks.
It's a very attractive little thing, even if it does have red hair. Its large brown eyes are indignant. If indignation came with a side order of worried frown, that is. "Sorry for being rude. Not your fault, mine entirely," Josef apologizes. Lame as apologies go, but the best he can do.
The little thing loses the worry frown and smiles, about to go on its way. Deciding on impulse that it might be fun to mesmerize the redhead he steps closer to it, letting his own big brown eyes catch the prey's. And ... what the fuck?! Was that a rock that just got thrown inside his head? Or a stiletto? Holy crap!
"You, you -- Christ! You're a witch!" Josef blinks and shakes his head to get rid of whatever piece of fun and games the little bitch has just used on him.
"Literally? Yes." The worry frown is back, "But, in a metaphoric-y kind of way? I'm not, usually." She sniffs the air. Looks at Josef. Gulps. "And you're a vampire!" Breathed in almost a whisper as she curls her lip in a sneer of superiority. At least she didn't shout it into the rapidly gathering night as people began exiting the nearby offices en route to their cars. That's a plus.
"Literally? Yes." Josef mimics, giving her his best haughty stare. Any stare of his is meant to bring uppity little girls to their metaphoric knees but this one just cocks her head to the side, regarding him thoughtfully.
"So, where's your brood-y long black coat? Or at least the peroxide hair?" She's actually daring to look at him indulgently. The bitchy little witch!
"Look. I don't know what you're talking about. What I am interested in is ... that you're a witch. I haven't met a real witch since, hmm, the last century, I think?" Josef contemplates his immaculately manicured fingers, "Yes, the late 19th century. She was Welsh."
Deciding that the day was getting incrementally better - an attractive bitch witch is exciting, something to consider after so many centuries -- Josef holds out his hand, "I'm Josef Konstantin." Smiling at her, "I'm a billionaire, I do not own a long black coat, and have never considered bleaching my hair. It's ... interesting ... to meet you, Ms. ...?"
Taking the hand he offers and shaking it, "I'm Willow. Willow Rosenberg." With a gamin grin, "Just flew into Los Angeles today to do some business for a friend."
"Willow? Is that your real name or is it some weird witch name you decided to give yourself?"
"No, it's my real name. My parents are kinda of the generation that likes to give unusual names as a statement, or something."
Deciding in for a penny, in for a pound, Josef asks, "Would you allow me to buy you a drink or some coffee, Willow? You appear to have some remarkable power, you're interesting, and I'd like to get to know you."
"If this is a vampire-type come on, Josef, I have to tell you I don't swing that way. I mean," and she looks adorably consternated, "I don't mind that you're a vampire, although you're quite different from the few I know personally. No. It's ... I'm gay."
"So? I'm an amoral immortal. I swing all ways." Hmm, he really needs to be more careful about blurting things like that. "Well, if I were after you in a 'vampire' sense, your sexual preference wouldn't affect the taste of your blood, now would it?" And Josef grins wholeheartedly at her, causing Willow to grin back.
"You have red hair, though. Or, more of the dark red, auburn type, and I don't trust men with red hair. The only guy I ever loved had, on occasion, red hair. Of course, he was a werewolf, too." Frowning, "Is there a connection, do you think?"
"There's no such thing, Willow. He was pulling your leg." But Josef can't keep from grinning at her. She's so delicious and he doesn't even care if he can't bite her. Suddenly, though, he's experiencing some crazy-ass kind of deja-vu. Shit. The kind of deja-vu you get when you're as old as Josef? It's rarely a good thing.
He peers into Willow's face, "Wait. You look familiar to me. Do you ever have strange dreams -- the kind where you aren't you but you look just like you? But you are you, too?" Well that was suave. Yep. She's looking open-mouthed at him. "Yeah, sorry. That was insanity."
But Willow closes her mouth and nods at him. "I have a weird recurring dream that I'm not an only child. And I have a younger brother. He looks just like you. But he's not you."
"Hmm," Josef shakes his head. "Yeah, well, mine are completely different. And I don't know if it's even a dream. Could've been someone I ate." He shrugs it off and says, "So. Willow, the gay witch. Shall we go get you some coffee? I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy talking to you."
On that note, the vampire with the greek-coin profile and the lesbian witch with the new penny hair drive off in the blood red ferrari convertible.
If you have a minute, tell me what you think. It helps me learn what works and what doesn't. Thanks!
