Fic: Only the Strong Survive
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the_huffsterTitle: Only the Strong Survive
Author: the_huffster
Pairing: None
Rating: R for language and violence
Timeline: Pre-series, Pre-movie (Fright Night)
Synopsis: Long before Peter Vincent had his stage show in Las Vegas, he had ran with one of the worst crowds he could find. Among that crowd was Ripper- one of the two leaders in group, and the one Peter strived to prove himself to more than anyone else. But there's more to Ripper than Peter could ever suspect, and he opens Peter's eyes to a whole world he didn't think existed. Fright Night/Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover.
At the yells of his friends, Peter Vincent picked up his pace and nearly fell into the brick wall as he skidded into the alleyway the others had disappeared into. They had just taken off with an armful of food each from one of the local shops, not exactly having the money to pay for the goods, and were currently being chased by one of the employees. Of course being the youngest at 17 and the newest to the group, Peter wasn’t all that surprised when he was behind the others.
“Shit!” he cursed when he ran into a trashcan, half of the food in his arms dropping to the gravel.
He didn’t exactly have time to collect the wrapped goods, so instead he kept running back to the abandoned building his friends were living in. Peter risked a look over his shoulder, a grin breaking out on his face when he noticed no one following him. He gradually slowed his pace when he saw the building approaching, trying to catch his breath as he made his way to the side door.
“You’re bloody useless, Peter.” A sheepish smile spread on his face as Dierdre scoffed when she looked through what he had brought back, throwing some of the items at Thomas.
“At least he did better than Randall,” Philip chuckled, ducking the hand that Randall swung towards his head.
Peter just stood there as he listened to the four comment on his performance, running his hand through his hair. His brown eyes flickered to the two who had yet to say a word on the run he had joined in on. He could care less if he had the approval of Dierdre, Philip, Thomas or Randall- it was Ethan and Ripper’s approval that he was after; especially Ripper’s. Ever since Ethan had let him join the group, Peter had been trying to prove himself to the two leaders.
He was sure he already had done so when it came to Ethan, but Ripper was a different story. From day one, he had made it very clear he didn’t think the 17 year old could handle what they did- Ripper took every chance he had to make some sort of jab at Peter, doing his best to make the teenager feel as unwanted as he could. But the resistance just made Peter that much more determined to win his approval.
“Whaddya think, Rip?” Ethan asked, pulling out the lighter he kept in his pocket to light the cigarette that rested in between his lips.
“I still think he should stay home with his parents,” Ripper muttered as he stole the cigarette from Ethan before walking over to the other four. “Lil’ rich boys shouldn’t be out so late.”
“Don’t listen to ‘im,” Ethan said as he walked over to Peter, offering a cigarette to him. “Ripper’s just mad that he’s no longer the youngest.”
“Yeah?” Peter looked at the older man, taking a drag from the cigarette he had been given.
“Probably not, but I thought it might make ya feel better.” He shrugged, kicking at a small stone near his foot.
Peter just laughed as he walked over to the tattered up couch in the room, flopping down with a leg stretched out on the cushions.
“Shouldn’t you be heading home now, Peter?” Thomas asked, taking a hit from the joint Philip had rolled.
“Yeah, don’t wanna be worrying Mummy and Daddy.” Randall laughed at the look Peter gave them.
“He should be headin’ home,” Ripper turned to stare at him, a dangerous glint in his green eyes. “Give him time to check under his bed for monsters.”
“Fuck you!” the 17 year old snapped, closing his eyes as he took another drag from his cigarette.
“Never gonna happen, Pete.” Ripper chuckled as he stretched out on the floor, his hands crossed behind his head.
After another hour, Peter mumbled something about making his way back home. As soon as he said this, he had had opened the door for comments from everyone. He had hoped that after hanging around them for 3 months they would have lightened up on the verbal attacks, but he had no such luck.
“It’s not even midnight yet,” Ethan pointed out as he watched Peter shrug on his leather jacket.
“That’s the whole point, Ethan. He wants to get home before all the real fun happens,” Randall replied, a smirk on his face. “He doesn’t wanna be out when all the creepy crawlies come out to play.”
“You know, one of these days…” Peter began, trailing off when he realized he didn’t have anyway of finishing that sentence.
“What’s gonna happen one of these days, Peter?” Dierdre asked, an eyebrow raised.
“One of these days, he’s gonna finally finish a sentence.” Ripper answered as he jumped to his feet, making his way over to the scrawny teenager. “Run along, Petey. Like Randall said, you don’t wanna be walking the streets with all the terrifying beasties.”
Peter just scoffed and made his way towards the door, muttering under his breath. A hand on his shoulder stopped him mid-stride and he was forced to turn around.
“What was that?” Ripper tilted his head to the side, a mock smile on his face.
“I, uh…I said that…that…” he stuttered before cutting himself off at the roar of laughter that filled the room. “That’s what I thought,”
“I said you’re a prick,” Peter forced himself to say, his gaze focused on the ground. “You think you’re so tough talking shit about me, but that’s all you do. Just talk,”
Ripper took a step back and gave him a dangerous smirk. The 17 year old took a small step away from him, knowing he had just done something stupid.
“You’re right, Peter. I do talk too much,” without warning, Ripper’s fist shot out and connected with Peter’s jaw. The teenager went sprawling on to the floor, groaning at the instantly throbbing he felt. He staggered to his feet and just looked at a laughing Ripper, his palm curling into a fist before he swung. A smile made its way across his face when his fist landed on Ripper’s temple. The smile quickly faded when he realized what he had just done. “Now you’ve done it,” Ethan said as the others stood to the side of the two.
“You’d better run,” Thomas suggested.
Peter wasted no time in turning around and spiriting out of the building, aware that Ripper was following him when he heard the shouts from the others behind him. He had no idea where he was going, he just knew that he needed to get away from Ripper.
“There’s no point running, Peter!” he yelled as he ran after him, following him down the alley he had turned down.
Peter looked over his shoulder to see how close the 21 year old was, grunting when he ran into a solid mass. He staggered backwards and looked up to see what he had run into, a defeated look falling on his face when he saw it was a person.
“I’m so fucked,” he muttered when the person just scowled at him. “Look, I’m sorry but you see…”
Anything else he was going to say was cut off when he watched the person’s become much more rigid, his eyes an unnatural yellow. Peter stumbled back when the person walked towards him, the elongated teeth causing the teenager to worry.
“Shit!” he yelled when he tripped over a crack in the concrete, falling down and scrambling to his feet as fast as he could.
“This is gonna be too easy,” the person growled as he continued moving forward.
“Peter, duck!”
The 17 year old dropped to the ground, looking up just in time to see Ripper tackle the man to the ground. He watched as the two struggled, each one taking blows from the other. Peter narrowed his eyes when he noticed the man try to bite Ripper on the neck from time to time. The fight lasted much longer than any other fight he had witnessed Ripper involved in.
“What the fuck?” Peter whispered as he watched the man throw Ripper straight into the wall before lunging forwards.
His eyes widened when he watched the man explode in a cloud of dust, Ripper sitting against the brick wall with a piece of wood in his hands. Peter just laid there, his mouth hanging open and at a loss for words. Several minutes passed before he pushed himself to his feet, staring at Ripper with a look of confusion,
“What the fuck was that?!” he yelled, motioning towards the area the man had been. “What the fucking…fuck was that?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for asking,” Ripper muttered as he got to his feet, brushing the dust off of him. “And that was…was nothing.”
“Bullshit. He just turned into a bloody pile of dust!” Peter shook his head, pulling at his hair as he looked at Ripper. “And his face…what…his eyes were…and he just…you know what it was!”
“What makes you think that?”
“You killed him! You have that…that bit of wood!” Peter pointed to the sharpened wood. “What the fuck did I just see, Rupert?”
“How do you know my real name? I never told you it,” Ripper asked, hoping to derail the conversation.
“I heard Ethan call you it,” he quickly dismissed before looking him in the eye. “What just happened?”
Sighing, Ripper pocketed the stake and just look at Peter. They stood in the alley for a few minutes before he motioned with his head as he walked away, Peter quickly walking after him.
“It was a vampire,” Ripper started, raking his fingers through his hair as they walked towards Peter’s house.
“Vampires are real?” he asked, disbelief in his voice.
“Yes,” he nodded his head as he pulled out cigarette, quickly lighting. “As are demons, werewolves…everything you were told doesn’t exist is real.”
“How do you know this?” the teenager asked, his gaze flicking to Ripper’s profile as they walked down the street. “It’s a long story, Peter.”
“We’ve got time,” he shrugged, kicking at an empty tin can. “It’s a long walk to my house.”
Ripper just shook his head, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth before he launched off into his explanation. During the whole thing, Peter kept looking at him as he absorbed the information being thrown at him.
He was well aware of how much more complicated things just became for him.
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Date: 2011-08-26 10:37 pm (UTC)I can't wait to read more. YOU HEAR THAT! IT MEANS WRITE! WRITE NOW!
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Date: 2011-08-26 11:38 pm (UTC)Of course you love it, let's just hope others do too
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Date: 2011-09-04 08:37 am (UTC)I'm someone else who likes it. :D So...do I win cookie or somesuch? ;) Even if I might not be who you were expecting, that is.
Really though, this was utterly brilliant. :D Very seamless way to blend both worlds. I can totally see this version of Ripper be the youngster we briefly saw reformed in "Band Candy." Rabble rouser, dark, violent, but already beholden of an air of a paternal (or maybe it's fraternal/brother-like here) edge to his actions.
Also? I hope I'm not the only one who realizes this, but did you all know that Anthony was on Doctor Who with David back in 2006? Interestingly, he played a DEEEE-LISH baddie, named Mr. Fisk, to David's Tenth Doctor.
Anyway, and again, this was a really interesting idea that you had and were able to also excute perfectly. :D BRAVO!!! :)
~Sharma,
diggin' this hip storyline
of yours loike whoooa, and also who wishes
there WOULD be another installment of such...
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Date: 2011-09-04 09:52 am (UTC)And yeah, I knew Anthony Head was on Doctor Who- it's one of my top favorite episodes ever. And I'm glad you think I've gotten Ripper down because I was extremely worried about getting his character right.
I plan on having the next chapter up within a day or two.
Again, glad you like this!