FIC: Stormchaser (18/?) - The Holy Thunder Chapter

["Shadow" <Shadowlander1@xxxxxxx>]

Title: Stormchaser (18/?)
Author: Shadowlander
Email: Shadowlander1@xxxxxxx
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Buffy the Vampire Slayer; they belong to others and are used without
permission. No copyright infringement is intended.
Pairing: Buffy/Willow
Rating: NC-17
Archive: The usual places all other please ask first.
Note: This is the long awaited Holy Thunder Demon Hunters chapter... just
how the hell are these guys and why do that roam around hunting demons and
causing as much mischief and mayhem as humanly possible anyway?

STORMCHASER (18/?)

New Orleans - same time

The band of leather clad bikers assembled in front of the centuries old
house they had been calling home for the past year, each member of the
motley band of demon hunters checking over their beloved bikes and
equipment. "I'm telling you... you can't use a flame thrower on a fungus
demon," one of the female bikers was commenting to her friend, the two
wrestling with a large metal chest that was about to be loaded onto one of
the groups many 'transport vehicles' they used to carry the really heavy
stuff they couldn't carry on the bikes. "Who in their right mind would want
a barbequed fungus demon?" She questioned rhetorically as the two lifted
the chest and shoved it onto the back of the waiting vehicle.

"Shadow," Sister Frances said giving her fellow biker and demon hunter a
sober look, "if it involves large military issued weapons that causes lots
of damage and makes really loud noses she is all for it."

"I mean besides her... and Samuel!" Sister Jade replied giving her friend an
aspirated look, "everyone knows those two aren't right... if they weren't
members of Holy Thunder they would be storming the Vatican demanding the
reinstatement of the 'Koala Cult'... you ever wonder that the heck the Koala
Cult is?"

"No," came the reply as the two reached for more equipment to load, "I've
found over the years its best not to wonder about such things... less grey
hairs if you're not up all night wondering how the 'Terror Twins' minds
work... really it is."

"I heard that," a large blonde biker with an airbrushed koala wearing Oakley
sunglasses on the back of his leather jacket said as he walked by carrying a
large baffle bag over one shoulder. Dropping the bag by his beloved bike,
"it is quite simple my dear sisters in the most holy fight against demons,
darkness, and demented high school troll-like cafeteria workers..." he begun
but was cut off by a raised hand.

"NO... I don't want to know," Frances nearly growled, her eyes glowing
briefly, "believe it or not Samuel there ARE things in this world I can
safely live without knowing."

"Really?" Samuel replied a mischievous grin shining in his eyes as he rocked
back on his heels trying to look innocent, "so.... You don't want to know
what Shad has planned for your birthday then? Okay no problem... just
remember, knowledge is power and a bored Shadow almost always guarantees a
five state car chase." He said turning smartly on a heel and disappearing
back into the mansion to help Shadow tear down their prized still.

Putting her hands on her hips, Sister Frances stared after him, before
closing her eyes and shaking her head in defeat, "God give me strength to
survive those two," she muttered to herself as Sister Jade laughed in reply.

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Not far away from the two loading the equipment truck, Brother Alex - the
undisputed leader and chief scooter tramp of the Holy Thunder Demon
Hunters - was looking over his roadmap. Granted he really didn't need a map
to find the Hellmouth it had long been a favourite stomping ground for the
master were-biker, after all it was where he had cut his teeth - so to
speak - in the demon slaying department. However after last summer's little
navigation 'error' that resulted in the bikers ending up in scenic downtown
New Bern, North Carolina of all places, he had taken to carefully reading
his beloved map and not letting Brother Quin navigate anymore. Although on
the upside the bikers did find out where Shadow had disappeared to and the
Pepsi and Volunteer Firemen Museums were fun to roam around in, but there
was no time for side trips they had to get to the Hellmouth, something was
going to happen and it wasn't going to be pretty, he could feel it in his
bones.

"Do you know how odd you look reading that thing right now?" a tall man,
with a small 2 year old perched happily on his shoulders and an old miner's
helmet tucked under one arm, asked as he walked up to Alex.

"Go away Bill... before I make Matthew an orphan," Alex growled looking up
from his prized reading material to give his friend a cross look, "or do you
REALLY want another trip to Utah?" He added with a smirk, knowing how his
fellow biker had a somewhat irrational fear of Morons, something about being
interrupted by a Later Day Saint while trying to have quality time with his
wife that somehow resulted in the police being called and a lawsuit
involving a traumatized Rabbi and a Southern Baptist Minister.

"Utah," Bill repeated shuddering a bit, shaking his young son perched on his
shoulders, "some places are just not to be experienced... besides I'm a
married gopher now... can't go hell raising in Salt Lake without Rose," he
added with a sly grin, referring to his nickname in Holy Thunder. He had
gotten the nickname 'Silent Panicky Gopher' after one little incident when
he was younger and didn't realize just how much trouble Shadow and Samuel
were capable of getting into in an hour and a full tank of gas in an army
jeep. Picking a fight with the entire 82nd Airborne Division at Fort Bragg
was just plan wrong in his opinion especially when the guys you were picking
the fight with happened to be in full combat gear and carrying loaded
weapons. The least the two could have done was let the 82nd regroup and
call in reinforcements before starting a near riot that got the three -
being Bill, Samuel and Shadow - thrown out of the Officer's Club on Bragg
and forbidden to go anywhere near the armoury. 'Some Generals just do not
have any sense of humour,' he thought a bit smugly recalling the memory
fondly.

"You got something to tell me... or you going to just stand there grinning
like a fool while Matthew drools down your neck?" Alex finally asked looking
up from his map to regard his fellow biker standing before him with a
faraway look in his eyes. 'He's either thinking about Rose or getting into
trouble with Samuel and Shadow,' he thought smirking a bit.

Snapping out of his happy little fantasy about his fellow biker buds and the
82nd, Bill turned his attention back to Alex, "Oh yeah... Rodrigo told me to
tell you that... 'The item has been delivered and Miss Lolita says thanks',"
he reported arching an eyebrow at the larger man as Alex broke out in a
large feral grin. "Whatever that is suppose to mean," he added dryly,
knowing if he brought the next round at the nearest bar and helped Alex
'redecorate' it he could get the full story of Miss Lolita and her 'pallor'
out of him.

"Good... now get out of here," Alex said with a wide smile feeling pleased
with himself, "you and Rose are riding in the main truck... please keep it
on the road this time... remember - if you break any of Carol's 'toys' she
is going to turn you into a mulch." Alex advised, "both hands on the
steering wheel at all times and not on Rose!" He playfully growled.

"But Al-lex," Bill whined playfully causing little Matthew to giggle
merrily, "Rose is doing the driving this time... I got to keep busy
somehow!"

"Riight," Alex replied not believing a word his friend was saying, "just so
you know - Carol has to replace any of her toys I'm letting her take it out
of your hide."

"Oh sure... like it was my fault that her iron maiden's spikes got all
blunted," Bill retorted, "how was I suppose to know that it getting dropped
off an overpass while it was opened would blunt the spikes."

End Part 18.

Endnote: The Holy Thunder Demon Hunters belong to themselves and are some
of the greatest buds a demented little mischief-maker such as myself can
have. Really they are... and hopefully they will forgive me one day for
shanghaiing them and putting them in Stormchaser. Well not really - I think
they like the exposure and the possibility of picking on demons and vampires
with the Chosen One and her Kitten.

Aeris Jade would like it known that she is most definitely not the
inspiration of Sister Jade - although the two do have very similar tastes in
leather, bikes, and mutt-boy torture. Nope Sister Jade is not based on
Aeris Jade one little bit.

Hey Jade... I mean, Aeris - does that satisfy you now??



Shadow -

Dir. of Pub. Safety of the SECoLGA and Chief Dungeon Keeper. Vampire Teddy
Bear and Flying Fox of the Woods Outback. The Big Bad and Little Comma.
Mistress of Mischief, corruptor of the innocent, tormentor of Quindolyn.
Founding Member of GWBNS - Hey, its a way of life! Dark MIstress of
Weirdness. Yang to Alex's Yin. Charter Member of the Hand of Chaos, member
of the Order of the Silver Claw of the Highland Werewolves of Gaia. Member
of the Questionably Sane Biker Were-Folk Assn. {QSBWFA}

"I do not brood... I reflect." - Unnamed Vampire Teddy Bear 03/2002

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