Yet More (Semi)Parallel Lives... "Great Race 1906"...Part XXXI...


PG13

A BR verse, Semi-P tale...

Archived at the Buffy Rebecca verse, www.geocities.com/buffyrebecca

Disclaimer: All BTVS characters remain the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and all
other owner/creators of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer series...

In (semi)Parallel Lives, Buffy had a slight accident while making the neural
recording that restored Buffy Rebecca, her robotic sister...And found herself in an
alternate existence...

But, just as BR herself came out of the infinite potential universe of Buffies...So
Buffy's mind that night wandered through a number of alternate existences...Here's
another...

-The night of BR's restoration, Buffy's wandering mind travels ever further
-Into the body of a young Physics studennt in 1906...Who has a leetle trouble
dealing with Angel's counterpart...
-Another tribute to Jack Lemmon, of courrse...


"Buffy" Millicent Fate-Walthrop, William Maximillan Walthrop, William Walthrop, Jr., Buffy Walthrop
(William Sr. is of course sitting on a cushion at the Missus' request)
Suggested Race Theme...(Raiders of the Lost Ark)
Part XXXI....

***
Le Grand and Dulcinia strolled to where Miss DuBois and her escort had paused, just off the
mountain trail, awaiting the rest of their party following at some small distance behind...

"How go the repairs?..."A slightly surprised Miss DuBois greeted Angel...

Thought he'd be buried in the garage all day...

"One of the Count's mechanics is assisting Hezekiah to speed the work...We hope to have a
temporary repair ready for tomorrow morning..."

Oh...Dulcinia looking a bit downcast...

"So soon?"...she sighed, looking up at those incredible white teeth and flashing eyes...

Hmmn...Miss DuBois couldn't prevent an involuntary frown...

"I fear so, my dear Miss Dulcinia...Time, sadly, is not necessarily on my side..." Angel gallantly
apologized...

Oh...she sighed, looking at her cousin, the young Count...

"Can't you persuade them to stay a little longer, Vladimir...?"

He smiled...But alas, he noted, the Racers must be allowed to continue on their way...

"However..." he flashed his own rather gleaming smile...At Miss DuBois...

There is no reason not to make our final evening together...Memorable...
Indeed...smiled Miss DuBois...Still twirling her parasol...

But she couldn't keep the thought out of her mind...Dulcinia Dracula...

Little blonde cluck...

Bet she's as dumb as her name...
***

"Which way to the Dracula place?..." Buffy-Millie asked a goatherd leading his flock across the
road with his little girl assisting...

The innkeeper's directions had not been exactly...Detailed...For these abysmal roads...

Dracula...? the goatherd smiled...

Ah, another tourist...He eyed his little daughter who obviously knew the routine...

He put on a terrified expression...Dracula?!!...

Crossing himself...As he knelt in the road...

Dracula?!...the little girl cried out...

Doing her best to give an impression of a pitifully fear-crazed peasant child...

Professor Fate-Walthrop scratched her head...What the...?

"Spare us from the fiendish Devil!..." the young man cried...

In rather good English, the professor noted...

But...he continued...Before you go to face...Certain death at the fiendish hands of Dracula...

Perhaps...You would care to hear his story...

She blinked a little at him...And noted that the little girl was smiling now, having recovered
apparently from her shock...

"And..." he asked, hopefully...Displaying a vast set of crucifixes, charms, carved amulets hung
on the inside of his large greatcoat...

"You might care to purchase a crucifix...Or some protective charms...To keep you safe during
your encounter..."

Grr..eat...Buffy-Millie frowned...A tourist trap?...

Welcome to Draculaland...

But the little girl reminded her with a pang of her own little Buffy...So she went along and
bought a crucifix and a charm...

Besides if young Vladimir opened his portal, they might actually come in handy...

The enterprising goatherd suggested she might care to stay at a certain inn in the village just by
the estate...Run by a "good friend"...

Who hasn't fled in terror from the fiend?...she asked with a grin...

Well...he smiled back...Rather handsome little fellow, she noted...As he winked a bit...

In any case the grounds about the estate are truly beautiful...And the mountain views the best in
Romania, he noted...

And gave her detailed directions...With an honest urging that she avoid being caught on the
backroads, especially at night...

There were actually dangers here...Some natural and sadly some human...Bandits and the like...

I thought I was on a backroad...Buffy-Millie looked at the rutted trail...

This, dear lady, was once an imperial Roman road...the goatherd noted proudly...Built under the
great emperor Trajan...And is now our main road in this area...

In some need of repair, he noted ruefully...But reasonably safe for you...Until dark, he
emphasized...

"Please give our greetings to the Countess if you meet her...I once worked for the estate as a
younger man..." he smiled...

Tell her Gregory Ionescu remembers them all fondly...

And doesn't mean to add to her woes with his little trade...he grinned...

She smiled at him and started "ole Bossy" on her way...

Gee...She thought...Looking back at the bright-eyed little girl who waved...They haven't a clue
what danger they could be in...This is all just a game and a little souvenir side business to them...

Well...Lets hope we can keep it that way...

Terrible horse that nice English lady has, daddy...the little girl looked at her father as she waved
at the generous tall lady...

Awful...he agreed, frowning...Hope she hasn't any trouble getting to the estate...

He shook his head...It's one thing to make a little money from the tourists, it's quite another to
put a poor lady alone like that in danger...

Well...He did have some lambs and other things to bring to market...And the market near the
estate Dracula was a good one...Tourists and all...

And it would be nice to visit with the family and his other friends on the estate...

"Perhaps..." Gregory smiled at the girl... "We should go over to your uncle Constantine's...
Borrow his wagon and see that our generous lady has no trouble getting to her destination?..."

His daughter nodded in agreement...A very nice lady...A little strange so tall and with the
buckteeth and all...But very nice...
***
As a sympathetic friend and fellow supporter of womens' rights, Wilhelmina "Willow" Harris
had sought to obtain any information she could for Millie Fate-Walthrop on the more nefarious
activities of the Le Grand corporations...Any proof to back up Mil's claims of the LeGrands
having worked to stymie her past and present efforts...

As likewise a friend of Millie's and more importantly as a husband anxious to please his hot-tempered, passionately devoted to friends and the Cause, wife, Alex Harris had provided Willow
with access to certain "contacts"...Including their old friend on the NYPD, the indomitable, if
perhaps a tad corrupt, Sgt. O'Connery...

Who was also an "old friend" of Hercule Le Grand...Though not by inclination...Drawing as the
good sergeant did, a fine line between a little good-hearted larceny among friends which harmed
no one and benefitted many...And the kind of genuine criminal and selfish disregard for the
public good he sensed in the loathsome Mr. LeGrand...

Not to mention being well aware of the elder Le Grand's poorly concealed disdain for a certain
ethnic group, common to New York, to which the sergeant belonged...

A sentiment which, thankfully, the younger LeGrand did not share in...Especially not in
public...And before reporters...Or potential voters from the said ethnic group...

One must needs keep an eye on the future after all...And politics was the most promising field for
America's Hero of the New Technologic Age, whenever he should get a tad too old for further
heroics...Though, in all fairness, Angel's desire not to inflict hurt was a sincere one...

The sergeant was, therefore, with the additional persuasion of a "gift" or two from his friends the
Harrises...Quite willing to offer the Harrises whatever information he could learn about Hercule
Le Grand and son's affairs in the course of his interactions with them...

Interactions strictly in the line of NYPD business and duty of course...

***
The two couples, Angel and Dulcinia, Vladimir and Miss DuBois strolled gaily along the trail
back to the manor house...Followed by Elisabeth, Margarete, and the servants who'd
accompanied the original party...

LeGrand and Miss DuBois spending more time on furgitively watching each other than their
respective partners...

Vladimir noting his pleasure to Angel that a possible quick solution to the repair problem had
been found...Much as he would have hoped for their stay to be longer...

But...After the victory had been won, perhaps he and Miss DuBois would consider a return
visit...

Angel smilingly expressed his hope that it would prove possible...Or at least that the Count and
his charming relatives would consider being his and his father's guests in Paris or New York...

"Oh..." Dulcinia gazed at her escort...

I should so like to see New York...

With you, Mr. LeGrand...As guide...she smiled...Clearly lost in those remarkably blue eyes...

"It would be my great pleasure, Miss Dulcinia..." Angel noted, smiling...

A flash of his remarkable pearly whites...

Miss DuBois groaned inwardly...More at herself than LeGrand...
***
Pausing at the village telegraphic office as he and old Volgrode strolled the village near the
Dracula estate, Walthrop sent off telegrams to Paris...To his in-laws and his siblings informing
them that all was, as always, quite well...And two to the inn on the Romanian border...One
informing Millie that all was, really, quite well, she should just stay put, and he would rejoin her
shortly after dealing with their "little problem"...

The other, to the innkeeper, asking when his wife had left in pursuit of him...And by what
means...
Max knew his wife...And, as he explained to old Dracula, had little real hope his first telegram
might reach her before she found a way to come after them...Or if it did that it would have any
preventive effect on her setting out...

He could not of course entirely suppress his pleasure at learning from the innkeeper's telegraphed
reply an hour later that Mrs. Fate-Walthrop had indeed set out in pursuit of him...

Rather nice to be the pursued one...And definitely not taken for granted...

Volgrode nodded, with a sad smile...He understood completely...

Times were different in his day but his Elisabeth would have raced after him in similar fashion...

In fact, he sadly noted...Believing the lie that he was dead...She had come after him...In the only
way open to her...Or so she had believed...

But...He patted his young friend's shoulder...Professor Fate-Walthrop was a Slayer...Armed with
a full knowledge of the obstacles...And Science...And a Slayer, even if lacking the Slayer-of-A-
demon-Infested-dimension's superior strength, was a survivor...

Besides...With luck...We will have succeeded in restraining young Vladimir before the good lady
arrives...As for her journey here...

"We can only hope to fare as well in our effort as she no doubt will..." the old man
concluded...Walthrop nodding...

But...Max smiled sheepishly, looking at his elderly if Immortal friend...

Doesn't stop me worrying...

No...Volgrode returned the smile...It never does...

***
"Well?..." Willow looked at Alex...As they poured over the packet Sgt. O'Connery had dropped
by the office for them...

Documents relating to patents filed by the LeGrand Machinery Works and LeGrand Motors over
the past three years...

"Interesting..." Alex noted...

All closely following patents or patent applications for almost the exact same vehicle or
propulsion system filed by Professor Millicent Fate-Walthrop...With the LeGrand patent either
being allowed to slide by as sufficiently different...Or Millie's application having being
rejected...For bureaucratic and rather suspicious reasons... "Application sent to wrong
office...Drawings not included...Form A?6 lost..." , etc...

All routed through the same clerk...A former employee of LeGrand Machinery Works...

A former employee who had expected better treatment from the LeGrand corporation when fired
by the patent office for certain unspecified "transgressions"...

And failing to receive what he'd expected as his due for loyal service, had provided the good Sgt.
O'Connery with copies of the documents he'd saved...O'Connery having spread the word on the
quiet that "friends" were interested in any of LeGrand's dealings concerning Mrs. Fate?
Walthrop...

"So...LeGrand and his people have been stealing ideas from Mil for years..." Willow summed up,
looking at her husband...

"Looks like it..." Alex agreed...

"Can't we go public with this?..." she asked...

Only if we can prove LeGrand prevented Millie's applications from going through...And that he
received copies of her applications when they went into the patent office...

Else, Alex shrugged...It's hearsay...

Libelous hearsay...He eyed Willow...

"Not what we need right now..." Willow noted ruefully...

"We need to talk to the sergeant's little friend...." Alex looked at her...

And...he paused...It might be time to get some direct information on the LeGrands at the source...

"Are you suggesting...?" Willow grinned...

"We need a man inside..." Alex nodded...

Hmmn...A man at the LeGrand Machinery Works...Or the new Motor Company...

A technical expert whose natural talents would be recognized quickly...And who would therefore
soon have access to relatively sensitive information...And to a broad range of the staff...

They looked at each other...

"Is he up to it, you think?..." Willow looked at Alex...

Well...He has occasionally claimed to want to try his hand at the reporting end...Alex noted...

And while his courage might at times be...A little wanting...His loyalty is unquestionable...

Besides, he's much more afraid of us than he'd ever be of LeGrand...His pension is in our
hands...

"Of course...As Progressives who support the rights of Labor...I suppose we shouldn't ask him to
take any risks...?" Willow looked away...

"Why the hell not?..." Alex replied... "He's a newsman, isn't he?..."

Besides he's not likely to hang around when danger threatens...

And he does need to get out more...he grinned at Willow...Who grinned back...

"Mears!!!..." they called...

Warren raced in from his office...

"Boss...?"

***

Yet More (Semi)Parallel Lives... "Great Race 1906"...Part XXXII...

PG13

A BR verse, Semi-P tale...

Archived at the Buffy Rebecca verse, www.geocities.com/buffyrebecca

Disclaimer: All BTVS characters remain the property of Josh Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and all other
owner/creators of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer series...

In (semi)Parallel Lives, Buffy had a slight accident while making the neural
recording that restored Buffy Rebecca, her robotic sister...And found herself in an
alternate existence...

But, just as BR herself came out of the infinite potential universe of Buffies...So
Buffy's mind that night wandered through a number of alternate existences...Here's
another...

-The night of BR's restoration, Buffy's wandering mind travels ever further
-Into the body of a young Physics studennt in 1906...Who has a leetle trouble
dealing with Angel's counterpart...
-Another tribute to Jack Lemmon, of courrse...

Part XXXII....

***
The village of Bredau...Five miles from the Dracula estate...Where Walthrop and old Volgrode
waited for dusk and a chance to approach the estate grounds undetected...Was Professor Fate?
Walthrop's destination...

Unfortunately the horse lent her...For a price that should have bought several fine horses in
Transylvania...Was not cooperating...

Preferring increasingly to halt by the roadside and wheeze...

Although Buffy-Millie was basically a kind-hearted woman...The day was drawing on and her Max
was in considerable potential danger should the foolish young Count Vladimir complete his plans to
open a Hellgate and allow the Dracula vampire demon to take his body and enter this world...

So...She was rapidly losing patience with "ole Bossy"...A nickname bestowed on the horse in tribute
to her counterpart Buffy Summers' utter lack of ability to distinguish between various farm animal
types...

"Bossy" had decided to take another break...Her third in the last ten minutes...

Clearly her heart was not in this adventure...

The professor flailed the reins with no effect...A whip crack failed to disturb the horse's serene
contemplation of the fields off to the left side of the road...

Fuming, Buffy-Millie got out and began pulling at Bossy's head...

The horse regarded her with a patient air...Clearly the poor lady was upset about something...

However "Bossy" was a horse who'd had her share of authoritative owners...And was not likely to
be panicked or rushed by Millicent Fate-Walthrop...Formidable as she was...

She made the unfortunate decision to try shoving from the rear...And found herself slipping in
mire...At a considerable cost in ruined clothes and pride...With no effect on the patient "Bossy"'s
position...Though "Bossy" politely refrained from trampling her as she slid briefly underneath...

Returning to the front...Where the horse eyed her disheveled self sympathetically...A ten minute
battle of wills ended in defeat for the professor...Neither her Buffy or Millie aspects providing much
help in this encounter...

Though her Buffy side was eagerly seeking an excuse to allow for Slaying...A horse demon,
perhaps...?...Rats no Hellgate, so no demons here as yet...

Concealing her chagrin she graciously decided to give the horse a bit of a rest pause... "Bossy", as
befits a true lady, deigning not to notice the stream of colorful language emanating from her owner's
mouth...

Gregory Ionescu and his daughter appeared in a small cart just coming over the rise in the road
back...Pulled a horse in considerably better spirits...

Eyeing her horse, he pulled up by an embarrassed Buffy-Millie...Covered in muck and mire and
trying to affect an air of nonchalance...

"Any problems, madame?..." he smiled...His daughter beaming...

***
"Me, boss...?" Warren gulped...

Penetrate LeGrand Motors as a mechanic and find out what ole man LeGrand is up to...-Alex nodded...Exactly...

"This is a crucial assignment, Mears..." he noted...Willow nodding as well...Crucial...

The paper is counting on you...We're counting on you...

"But...Me...?" Warren fidgeted a little...

"You're a newsman, aren't you, son?" Alex eyed him...

And a damned fine technician/mechanic...

"You'll have no problems getting a position there...With the recommendations I'll provide you
with..."

What if they give him a better job than he's got now?...Willow wondered to herself...

"Look, son..." Alex paused... "All you have to do is get in solidly with the management..."

And nobody like our Warren for brown-nosing...Willow thought...

"And report back to us what you can find out about LeGrand's activities...Especially the issues of
the patents I've described..."

"What if someone catches me snoopin'?" Warren nervously asked...

"We'll be in constant contact..." Alex assured him...Our legal staff ready to assist if you get in any
difficulties...

"If things get bad and you get exposed, just tell them you're a Sentinel reporter...They'll never
bother a representative of the Press..."

We oughta be able to retrieve the corpse for burial at least without too much trouble Willow noted
to herself...

Oh, well...The little fellow is much too inclined to self-preservation to put himself at any real risk...

***
Evening shadows were creeping across the mountains surrounding the Estate Dracula, the mournful
howls of a few wolves in the distance...

Walthrop and old Volgrode waited in the car near the grounds...Just a little more darkness and they
could risk striking out across the estate...The roads in daylight being far too well guarded...

On the grounds, bonfires were being lit...For a final celebration for the guests of the house...

***
Back in Bredau village, Professor Millie Fate-Walthrop was engaged in camouflage...

With the puzzled assistance of her kind friends the Ionescus...Who'd driven her into town after
finding "ole Bossy" accommodations at a relative's...

"Why do you wish entry into the estate across the grounds?...At night?...It can be very dangerous,
even if you slip past the guards there are wolves and other animals about..." Gregory noted...

And in that outfit...he sighed...Eyeing his daughter who shrugged...Tourists...

"This is a peasant's dress, right?..." Buffy-Millie looked at them...

If Queen Marie-Antoinette were playing at being a peasant, one might call it that Gregory noted
wryly...

Oh...

"Too...Colorful?..." she asked...

Not if I were a guard on the estate shooting at you...Ionescu smiled...

"And speaking of shooting...The family's guard are very loyal, you know..." he paused...

Why can you not simply go to the house?...

"It's hard to explain...I told you that..." she eyed him...

But I have to get on the grounds...Tonight...And see what's going on there...

"You don't seem all that surprised by that...?" she paused...

Well...Gregory sighed...

"There have been a few rumors about young Vladimir's obsession with the occult..."

Talk of strange rituals, that sort of thing...But most of us figured he was probably just trying to
enhance the tourist trade...

"Try this, ma'am..." his daughter offered a rather drab skirt and blouse...

Oh...Thanks...Buffy-Millie eyed the outfit...

I looked so good in these scarves and things she thought...This one's gonna make my teeth and chin
stick out like...

Oh well...I can wear the other for Max and the kids some other time...

***
Roasted pig, roasted lamb, roasted goat...the attendant noted to Miss DuBois as she looked at the
giant trays of meat on the tables...Large slabs of wood set up by Vladimir's Roma attendants...

Hmmn...Down-home Romanian barbeque...she thought...

I think I can pass on the goat she noted to the server...

"Don't pass up the wolves' tongue..." Elisabeth teased behind her...

A real delicacy...

Behind her, Marguerite and Dulcinia faithfully and determinedly heaping plates for Angel...

Hezekiah well tended to by a similar group of estate farmers' daughters...

Vladimir off to get the evening's entertainment underway...

He'd promised a grande finale to their stay...And intended to keep his word, he had assured them...

***
A telegram reached Hercule LeGrand in his Paris office...An agent dispatched to find his idiot son
and the disabled Angel Special had reached the area of the Dracula estate...And had seen Professor
Fate's Hannibal Super Twin?8 in the vicinity...

Clearly the professor was up to something...Perhaps involved in the "accident" that had halted his
boy...

He sighed...If only his boy had that girl's spunk and ruthless determination...

Ah well..But, why was she hanging around instead of roaring on to Austria and Italy?...

Well...No need to look a gift horse in the mouth...

He sent orders to Bucharest to have other agents move into the area...With orders to deal with the
Walthrops by any...Undetected...means...

Surely in the wilds of Transylvania there were plenty of ways for that intrepid couple to meet the
accidental death he'd been trying to present them with for so long...

***


Yet More (Semi)Parallel Lives... "Great Race 1906"...Part XXXIII...

PG13

A BR verse, Semi-P tale...

Archived at the Buffy Rebecca verse, www.geocities.com/buffyrebecca

Disclaimer: All BTVS characters remain the property of Josh Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and all other
owner/creators of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer series...

In (semi)Parallel Lives, Buffy had a slight accident while making the neural
recording that restored Buffy Rebecca, her robotic sister...And found herself in an
alternate existence...

But, just as BR herself came out of the infinite potential universe of Buffies...So
Buffy's mind that night wandered through a number of alternate existences...Here's
another...

-The night of BR's restoration, Buffy's wandering mind travels ever further
-Into the body of a young Physics studennt in 1906...Who has a leetle trouble
dealing with Angel's counterpart...
-Another tribute to Jack Lemmon, of courrse...

Part XXXIII....

A rather frenzied series of Roma dances was in progress at the main building of young Count
Dracula's experimental farm...Bonfires lit around in honor of the Great Racers Angel LeGrand and
his companions the intrepid and pioneering reporter Madeline DuBois and Angel's assistant
Hezekiah...

A few of the Roma and the estate farmers, especially the children, were staring, fascinated, at Miss
DuBois...Never seen a black lady before she smilingly noted to the Count's sister Elizabeth as they
sat with Angel, Hezekiah, and the count's and Elizabeth's cousins, Marguerite and Dulcinia...The
countess Varina, mother to Vladimir and Elizabeth having retired after the meal...

Especially such a lovely one, Elizabeth smiled back...

The young Count Vladimir was in the midst of his musicians, beaming at the dancers and his guests
as he played a violin in wild style, dashing about the floor...Angel and the others keeping time as
best they could, clapping and shouting...

Quite a tale for her next story pouch, Miss DuBois thought contentedly...

Only fly in the ointment...Misses Dulcinia and Marguerite's continuous, annoying hero-worship of
LeGrand...

Nothing new, of course...Those flashing eyes, that perfect, dazzling smile, the always white clothes,
and that carefully cultivated hero's bearing had won the hearts of millions...Still, one could wish
he'd give it a rest...

Though to be fair, she noted to herself...He wasn't actively pursuing them...Just a kind of reflex
egotism...An intense gravitational field generated by his...well, one must be honest...and
forthright...tremendous good-looks, overpowering, but and all the more overpowering for it, gentle
charm, terrific sex appeal...one must always be forthright...and the, well...only way to describe
it...charming innocence of his vanity...

It was only natural from his point of view that everyone adored him...The nature of things...

Anything else suggested disharmony in the Angel LeGrand universe...And unhappiness...Which to
his credit and as his most appealing feature, he hated to see in the people around him...

The world should be a happy place and the people in it, content...After all, he was here, wasn't he?...

"Sorry?...What...?" she looked at Elizabeth who'd obviously just asked her something...

The countess smiled, nodding at the dancers, and shook her head...Bit too much noise...Raising her
voice...

"I asked if you'd like to get some photographs...I can bring my camera...We could use my darkroom
later on..."

"Oh... Yes, certainly...Can I help?..."

The countess shook her head...Back in just a moment...

I really have to find better things to think about than Angel LeGrand, Miss DuBois told herself
somewhat crossly...Frowning a bit as she caught Angel staring at her...

Hmmn...What the devil is she upset with me about now?...he wondered, looking back at the
dancers...

***
The short, pudgy man eyed his way narrowly across the factory floor...Now empty of workers...

Perfect...Not a soul left in the vast LeGrand factory...
Hiding out in the men's room had been a stroke of genius...

Now just a matter of slipping over to the office, rifling quickly through a few files and...

Warren Mears...Ace investigative reporter for the New York Sentinel...Would have his first scoop...

"You there!?...Mears?!..." A shout from the back...

"Your shift ended an hour ago...What the hell are you doing here?!..." McHenry, the factory
foreman...

He came over, a tall, brawny type...Very tall, very brawny...

Left something in my locker...Warren smiled feebly...

McHenry frowned...Little fellow was able enough with the machinery...Surprisingly so...But he'd
felt something not quite right about him from the start...

A sneak thief, perhaps?...

Well...

"What are you up to Mears?!" he growled...

Notebook...Mears waved his book...Left it...

Hmmn...McHenry glared...

Say...What was McHenry doing here? Warren wondered to himself...

Nobody else being around except the guards at their booths outside...

Large box he's got over there on the bench...Hmmn...

"You gettin' some stuff ready for the weekend shifts?..." Warren asked innocently...

"None of your business!!..." McHenry glared at him...

Take your notebook...And get out...

Hmmn...

"Big box you got there, Mr. McHenry..." Warren innocently noted...

Well this was LeGrand Machinery Works...Honesty not exactly the quality most highly prized in
this particular workplace...

A guard rapped at the main door...And entered...McHenry looking at him...

A hair nervously, Mears noted...

With a natural instinct...

"Anything wrong here?" the guard called...

"Just gettin' some stuff together with Mr. McHenry..." Warren called back...

For the weekend shift...he eyed McHenry who stared back...

Yeah...McHenry agreed...Mears and I are just wrapping it up...

Ok...The guard left...

McHenry eyed Mears...Mears looked innocently back at him...

"See you Monday..." McHenry nodded, grabbing his box...Heading to the door...

Hmm-hmmn...Warren returned the nod...And headed for the office...

***
Well...? Max eyed old Volgrode as they waited near the car...

Sun was setting now...

The old Immortal nodded and they began carefully wending their way across the edge of the
meadow running to the main estate grounds...Keeping to the trees of the bordering forest as much as
possible...

Without, hopefully, attracting the interest of the wolves living in said forest...
***

Having left Gregory's daughter with friends in the village, Buffy-Millie and Ionescu were likewise
preparing to enter the estate grounds...However, Gregory had won her to a different course...

To simply enter via the main road...As old friends of the family...Gregory Ionescu and his
cousin...Makja...

On a market trip to Breslau, stopping by to pay respects to the Countess and family...

Whatever was going on later...The estate's hospitality was boundless as always and the party was
for the moment open to all visitors...The guards waved them on in...One preceding them to announce
them to Countess Varina...

Buffy-Millie glanced hopefully around, looking for William...Maybe he and Volgrode had just
strolled in as well...

Hmmn...No sign of Max or his Immortal companion at least among the farmers, villagers, and
Roma staff moving along the road...

They approached the huge main barn of the experimental farm...Where music and loud cries were
emerging...With bonfires lit all around...

As always Angel LeGrand rates...she frowned to herself...

No doubt a flock of adoring reporters and women in attendance...

***

Careful...Willow hissed to Alex...As he crept along the fence outside the LeGrand Machinery
Works...She following...

She was liking this idea less by the minute...Not only the imminent danger of being shot or arrested
or arrested and then shot...This sort of thing couldn't be good for Alex's heart...Neat as the idea of
providing back up for their "operative" had seemed when he proposed it...

The things a Progressive employer does for his employees...she shook her head...

Still, they wanted to be sure Mears carried out his assignment and secured the patent
documents...And without them being around to screw up his courage, he'd no doubt find some
ridiculous excuse for failure having to do with the armed, rather thuggish guards and fierce attack
dogs scattered around the factory entrances...

And Alex was living up to his promises to include her in all aspects of the business...A model
Progressive husband, she noted fondly...

He halted, raising a hand...And they huddled against the fence...

Hmmn...he grinned...Thought I'd heard...

"Hey!!?...You there!?..." a guard yelled...Several more coming over...

Plan A...Alex hissed...

Thank God we're still outside the grounds, Willow noted, unbuttoning the upper part of her
blouse...They may actually believe this one...

She embraced Alex passionately...He loosened her hair...

Hey...Might as well make it look good...

And no reason not to enjoy it...
The guards came up...The embarrassed lovers eyed them sheepishly...Hi...

Ummn...Just out for a walk...Alex noted...

With my girl here...

"This is private property..." an older guard eyed them...

Alex pointed out that they were outside that private property...

"Our fence is private property as well..." the guard glared at him...

Is this fellow?...Accosting you, miss?...he asked Willow...Looking at her loose hair and blouse...

"My husband..." she smiled...Hastily buttoning up under the guard's cold stare...

Just rekindling the romance...she noted...On this beautiful summer's eve...

Sorry to bother you...she smiled at the guard...Who frowned but waved them off...

"Bohemians..." he muttered to his younger fellows...Looking after the departing Harrises...

"Bohemians..." the two younger guards grinned nervously at each other...Nodding...As they
followed their elder shift partner back...

***

While setting up for photos with the Countess Elisabeth, Miss DuBois had continued a moderate
occasional glare at LeGrand...Basking as he was in the fervent attention of the Dracula cousins,
Dulcinia and Marguerite...Not to mention several dozen equally adoring females from the various
estate farm families and villagers invited to the festivities...

Why am I concerning myself with this conceited...? her thought when a break from her work
permitted...

I am an intelligent, reasonably attractive, independent woman...And there are millions of fine,
intelligent, reasonably attractive, relatively modest men...Of any race...Who would find me
quite...Interesting...

Is Millicent Fate-Walthrop right?...

Do I?...Gulp...

Like him...?

Say...Maybe it's just racial insecurity...He's the great white leader of this little excursion...I
subconsciously want to prove my womanly abilities by attracting him...
Perfectly understandable...if horrible...From a psychological perspective...

She eyed him as he beamed on several young girls vying for his autograph...

Bet he couldn't even spell "psychological"...

Count Vladimir, now released from his duties as performing musician, came over...

Winning a smile from her...As LeGrand looked over at them...

Hezekiah eyed them from his seat on the benches above Angel...Glancing at the Boss as well...

Uh-boy...

***

"Well..." Alex beamed at Willow...As they sat in their car, several blocks from the factory...

That should have bought Mears enough time to do the job and slip out...

Willow grinned back...Our first espionage assignment...

Someday we gotta try this overseas...For the government...

Still...Alex shouldn't overdo...

"You looked very nice back there, Wilhelmina Harris..." he smiled...

Never was a lady's reputation compromised with such style...And beauty...

He eyed her...She grinned back...

Hmmn...Well, the doctors have pronounced him fit to engage in a reasonable amount of...

Activity...

"Boss!..." Warren banged on the car door...

Damn...Almost worth it for the guards to have shot him...Willow thought...

Well, shot at him...

"Did you get the documents?..." Alex glared at him...Equally disappointed Willow happily noted...

Mears nodded, lifting a small pouch...

Well, still early...And the children ought to be asleep by the time we get back...she thought...
Alex looked the documents over quickly, grinning at Willow...

"I think friend Millie is going to find this stuff...Interesting..." he beamed...Good man...he nodded to
Mears...

A true newsman...he pronounced...Mears reddening with pleasure...

She gave Warren a brief smile...He had succeeded, after all...And, equally important...she eyed
Alex...

Been quick...

***

Yet More (Semi)Parallel Lives... "Great Race 1906"...Part XXXIV...

PG13

A BR verse, Semi-P tale...

Archived at the Buffy Rebecca verse, www.geocities.com/buffyrebecca

Disclaimer: All BTVS characters remain the property of Josh Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and all other
owner/creators of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer series...

In (semi)Parallel Lives, Buffy had a slight accident while making the neural
recording that restored Buffy Rebecca, her robotic sister...And found herself in an alternate
existence...

But, just as BR herself came out of the infinite potential universe of Buffies...So
Buffy's mind that night wandered through a number of alternate existences...Here's another...

-The night of BR's restoration, Buffy's wandering mind travels ever further
-Into the body of a young Physics studennt in 1906...Who has a leetle trouble
dealing with Angel's counterpart...
-Another tribute to Jack Lemmon, of courrse...


Part XXXIV...

"Makja Ionescu" continued to watch the celebration in the Great Barn of the experimental farm on
the Estate Dracula...

Carefully avoiding any chance of being spotted by the...other...Great Racers present...

She eyed Miss DuBois from time to time when opportunity allowed...

So...A would be fellow Slayer...

If this particular dimension had had Hellgate access to the underworld's power...

A situation young Count Dracula insanely intended to rectify...Tonight, if his ancestor, the immortal
Volgrode was correct...

Leetle disturbing...That annoying reminder that her Slayer power came from darkness...

What was it about the Dracula clan that made them so anxious to point that aspect of her nature out
to her?...

Maybe they just couldn't bear the idea of the Slayer achieving both the power of darkness and the
ability to fight for the light...

(Which after all was the goal this young Vladimir was trying to accomplish...In a way doomed to
failure...And disaster...)

....While their aristocrat family could barely achieve the darkness part...With all due respect to old
immortal Volgrode's quest for redemption...

Pity the boy hadn't set his eye on becoming a male Slayer...

Course...She thought proudly...There was one other family with a member who had achieved a
similar unity of the dark and light...Against terrible odds...

Whose name she and her robot, human-souled twin sister...Well, other-dimensional,
resurrection-Awaiting robot, human-souled twin sister...bore now...With great pride...Even if her
own particular Walthrop in this dimension was pure human...

He was a William Walthrop to the core...

***
The evening was beginning to wind down...The village families heading home, it now approaching
midnight...

Hmmn...Angel noted, smiling to Hezekiah and the young Dracula ladies...

Apparently the witching hour is not quite as fearful for people here as the world assumes...

Heck, folks back in the good old States would probably be more superstitious about strolling this
late..

He caught a brief glimpse of "Makja"...Fortunately Buffy-Millie had taken care to keep her head
and therefore her infamous teeth and chin well-wrapped in her shawl...

Still, LeGrand couldn't help feeling he'd seen that woman somewhere...Before...
***.
A handwritten note, Miss DuBois noted with pleasure...Taking it from the Roma attendant who'd
offered it to her...

Now that's a little style...

"My dear Madame...

Please believe me when I say that I would never presume to act in such a rash manner except that
our time together is so limited. I must see you for a few short moments...Tonight...After the
festivities, here at the barn. I can assure you that a proper escort will be provided so that your
reputation will not be endangered.

Yours,

Vladimir..."

***

You're sure you can't...Do something?...Max asked Volgrode...For the fifth time...

The Roma guards who'd captured them within ten minutes of their venturing onto the estate
grounds, frowning fiercely...As they sat in the tent they'd been taken to...In the chairs they'd been
handcuffed to...

"I am afraid not, my young friend...My Immortality is my only supernatural gift..."

However...He paused...

He was still...Dracula...The original...

The one and only...If not the vampire of legend in this dimension at least...

And a Warrior Prince of Romania...

The legendary Impaler...

In a voice of steel he ordered the men to release him and his guest...Eyeing them with an iron cold
stare...

They wilted and looked to their commander...Who likewise wavered...

Fortunately...For them...Help now arrived...

In the person of young Count Dracula...Who'd taken a brief leave from the party...

"Good evening...Uncle..." Vladimir eyed Volgrode...Staring briefly at Walthrop...
"Mr....Walthrop?...I presume..." he smiled...

Is your remarkable wife by any chance about?...I have so longed to make her acquaintance...

***
Perhaps, Madeleine pondered...

It was time to be...Forthright with the young Count...

Whatever feelings he might have for her were most likely the result of exposure to something new
and exciting...

Not really something likely to last...

On the other hand...Would a brief bout of carefully measured romance with a handsome young
aristocrat be all that...?

Providing a comparison to LeGrand's style at any rate...

She frowned internally at herself...Hardly the forthright, no nonsense, professional style she liked to
think of as her standard manner...

"Miss DuBois?..." Angel approached her...Amazingly, Marguerite and Dulcinia had at last left
him...

"Mr. LeGrand?..." she eyed him...

He smiled at her...Not that ridiculous pose-for-The-cameras teeth flash, she had to admit, gratefully...

Simply a warm smile...If a rather attractive one...

One must be forthright, after all...

"Quite an evening..." he noted... "Our hosts have done us proud..."

Indeed...

"I saw you and Elisabeth taking photographs..." he paused...

Photographs...Naturally he caught that scent, she thought...

"I hope they come out well...It should make for quite a story in your paper..."

Indeed...

Hezekiah came over...Hmmn...His frowning face eyed them...

"Boss...We oughta check the car once more tonight..."

Yes, yes...LeGrand waved a hand...Be right along...

Hmmn...Showing a touch of impatience, there...she thought, eyeing him...Rather pleased in spite of
herself...

"I...Was wondering, Miss DuBois..." he began...

Yes, Mr. LeGrand?...

If...I...Might...

"Boss...? Should I head over and get started?" Hezekiah gave an air of innocence his best shot...

Yeah...Angel eyed him narrowly...You do that...

"I'll be right along..."

"So...Mr. LeGrand...?" she looked up at him...

"I was wondering if I might...Escort you back to..."

"Ah...My dear Miss DuBois..." Vladimir hurried into the barn...Back from seeing off several more
wagonloads of his departing guests...

I am so glad you waited for me...

Angel looked at him...And her...Blinking...

Hmmn...Miss DuBois thought...Smiling back at Vladimir...

Mr. LeGrand could stand to be taken down a peg or two...

"Count...It was so kind of you to offer to escort me around the estate...At night..." she smiled at
LeGrand...

The Count is so kind...she noted...

In...Deed...Angel forced a tight smile at the young count...

"You will excuse us, Mr. LeGrand...?" she smiled gently at him...Twirling her parasol as she took
Vladimir's proffered arm...

"A fine night's rest to you, my friend..." Vladimir nodded to him, grinning...With a slight bow...

In...Deed...Angel returned the bow...Slightly...
Watching them as they strolled off into the night, a couple of attendants following with lanterns...

Hmmn...

"Hezekiah!..." he called, striding grimly to the car...

We are leaving tomorrow morning...If it takes all night to get the car in shape...he thought
furiously...

Glancing back at Miss DuBois' twirling parasol...

***
"I've got to stay...Stick around and wait for Max to show..." Buffy-Millie hissed to Gregory as their
wagon moved towards the road leading from the barn to the main gate...

He sighed...Well...There are some dark areas where we could turn off...

"But this seems so..." he paused...Waving his hands...

"Believe me...The danger is real..." Buffy-Millie eyed him...

My Max not showing being quite danger enough for me...Though yeah...The rest of the world is
probably in danger too...she thought...

"Your young Count is off the deep end...If his "granduncle" is right..."

You know he's been dabbling around in the occult...she reminded him...

"Very well, dear miss...Let us hope the guards will be in good spirits this evening and not shoot us
before inquiring after us..." he shook his head...

If they do...No doubt the Countess Varina will see we're well cared for...he noted dryly...

Ummn...she paused...Eyeing him...Hmmn...Little girl waiting for him back in the village...

Cute little girl...Lot like her own lil' Buffy...

"Maybe I should go alone, Mr. Ionescu...Your little girl is waiting for you..."

Well...he shrugged...If you are right, Miss...My daughter is as much in danger as anyone...

"I'll stay...If nothing else, the family might be more kindly disposed to an old family retainer found
wandering the grounds than a stranger..."

"Great..." she grinned... "Thanks..."

Now...We gotta go find Max...
***

"I hope you have enjoyed seeing something of our homeland, Miss DuBois..." Vladimir eyed her as
they strolled...Away from the Great Barn and towards a meadow and clusters of farmers' model
cottages...

"I have Count...Very much so...A beautiful and thrilling land, you have here..." she replied, smiling
at him...

Hmmn...Going off the beaten path a bit here?...Still we've got the servants and their lanterns...And
he did want to show me more of the estate at night...

"Yes...But so long under the heel of our oppressors...So newly free...With so many powerful enemies
surrounding us..." Vladimir noted...

"Well..." she smiled at him... "I'm sure the courage of your people will prove equal to the task of
defending your independence..."

"Courage is nothing without the tools and strength to fight..." he sighed... "Our history, including
that of my own family...Is full of brave, but defeated heroes..."

"We must have the power to fight off the enemies who surround us..." he stared at her...

Hmmn...This doesn't sound like a social outing...

"You know, Count...If this is some kind of diplomatic...I'm only a reporter for a newspaper..."

Pity Professor Fate's little Max Walthrop isn't here, she noted to him...He's a personal friend of
Teddy Roosevelt...

He eyed her carefully...Intensely...

Hmmn...I think it's time I was heading back...she thought...

"Much as I admire your fine nation, Madame...It is not an alliance I seek for our nation..."

There is another world beyond our own, he explained...

Many in fact...

Really?...Miss DuBois smiled...Eyeing the servants now rather close in on them...

"And some of those "other" worlds hold the key to unimaginable power..." he continued...

Again with the intense stare...

Fascinating...Miss DuBois nodded...
"I have some things I would very much like to show you, Madame..." he signed to his men, who
parted to let a small carriage come through...

"Proofs of the things of which I speak...And a tale to tell...Which will doubtless enthrall your
readers..."

He extended a hand to her...

Ummn...

"Perhaps another time..." she smiled, a little woodenly...

I am afraid, my dear lady...I must insist...he stared at her...

Intensely...
***

Yet More (Semi)Parallel Lives... "Great Race 1906"...Part XXXV...

PG13

A BR verse, Semi-P tale...

Archived at the Buffy Rebecca verse, www.geocities.com/buffyrebecca

Disclaimer: All BTVS characters remain the property of Josh Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and all other
owner/creators of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer series...

In (semi)Parallel Lives, Buffy had a slight accident while making the neural
recording that restored Buffy Rebecca, her robotic sister...And found herself in an
alternate existence...

But, just as BR herself came out of the infinite potential universe of Buffies...So
Buffy's mind that night wandered through a number of alternate existences...Here's
another...

-The night of BR's restoration, Buffy's wandering mind travels ever further
-Into the body of a young Physics studennt in 1906...Who has a leetle trouble
dealing with Angel's counterpart...
-Another tribute to Jack Lemmon, of courrse...


Part XXXV...


The carriage bearing young Dracula, Miss DuBois, and several of his attendants reached a secluded
temple-like structure deep in the estate woods...
"I demand that you take me back at once!..." Miss DuBois sternly insisted...For the fifth time...

"Madame...I swear you'll not be harmed..." the young Count told her earnestly...

"But it is essential for our beloved nation's continued independence that we obtain the strength we
need to defend ourselves against the mighty powers that surround us..."

He waved the attendants to bring her along into the building where a group of hooded figures
awaited them in a large cavernous hall...Large candles illuminating a kind of altar of...

Bones?...she blinked...

Vladimir reverently knelt before a large flag of Romania, placed near the altar...The others,
including the hooded ones likewise knelt or bowed their heads...

"For our beloved country..." the young Count murmured...Echoed by those in the room...

Grrreat...Human sacrifice used to be big here once, didn't it...she thought...

Vladimir returned to her, somewhat calmer...

"I demand that you..." she began...For the sixth time...

He shook his head...

Madame...I truly apologize for the methods we have been forced to employ...But I again assure you
your life is in no danger...

"I ask only a small sample of your blood...Less than a half-pint...Taken by my dear friend the doctor
here in perfect safety..."

He indicated a hooded man, who came forward...And moved over to a small table...

A table on which several rather sharp-looking instruments lay...

My...Blood?...Miss DuBois stared at the young man...

Who clearly had taken the Stoker novel about his family much too much to heart...
***

"Can you work your ropes free a little?..." Max hissed to old Volgrode...As they sat bound in their
chairs in a small room of the "temple" where Miss DuBois was about to undergo an involuntary
blood donation...Under the watchful eye of two Roma guards...

Not at present...Volgrode whispered back...Eyeing the guards...

One was called away...Trouble outside...Cries...
Hmmn...Max noted in a whisper...Something's up outside...

A moment...Volgrode hissed back...

And let out a groan, collapsing forward in his chair...

The guard came over cautiously...The elder member of the Dracula clan, after all...And in his care...

Volgrode tensed...The ropes fell away...And kicking the guard back against the wall, grabbed a
sword and held it to the man's throat...

Grinning back at Walthrop...

"An old trick I learned in my military days..." he smiled...Nudging the guard back to where Max sat,
still bound, and cutting him free...

Always nice to have an experienced veteran by your side in a battle, Max smiled back...

They cautiously crept to the door...The guard bravely let out a stifled yell for help...

Devoted fellows...Max noted...As they shoved the first guard back into the room and two more raced
to their door...Swords in hand...

He sighed...Swords again...Grabbing the one Volgrode tossed him...

Lucky Millie isn't here...She'd be so worried for me...As he moved to face one of the two...

***

No sign of anyone...Or anything...Buffy-Millie thought...As she and Gregory cautiously moved
through the woods on the path they'd taken on leaving his cart...Following a few briefly seen
lanterns in the distance...

Max...Damn you, I know you're here somewhere...

A branch snapped in front of them...

"Who are you?..." Elisabeth, in a cloak, with a masked lantern...Stared at them...

Miss Elisabeth?...Gregory asked quietly...

"Gregory Ionescu?..." she eyed him...

Why are you out here?...

She smiled at Buffy-Millie...

Is this...Your wife...?

Oh, no...Buffy-Millie replied...You see...

"Gregory..." Elisabeth sighed, frowning at him...

"My mother would be so disappointed in you..."

He gave an apologetic look...With a ghost of a smile behind it...

Hmmn...More than Mom disappointed in ole Greg, I'd say...Buffy-Millie thought, eyeing the
frowning Elisabeth...

"Countess Elisabeth Dracula...May I present Professor Millicent Fate-Walthrop..." he smiled...

She blinked at Buffy-Millie...

"I'm sorry to trespass like this, Countess..." Buffy-Millie began...

See...I'm looking for my husband...Who's here somewhere with your "granduncle"...

Who are here...Ummn...You see...

"Vladimir?..." Elisabeth sighed...

Oh...So she knows her brother's nuts...That should make things easy...Buffy-Millie thought
contentedly...
***

"Careful, my friend!..." old Volgrode called to Max...As he expertly slashed at his opponent, who
fell hastily back...

Max having a bit harder time of it...But managed to duck a killing thrust and hop back over a
chair...

"Enough!..." A woman's voice called...

The guards backing off...

"Don't force me to shoot you, Volgrode...Or your friend..." Countess Varina stepped forward, gun
in hand...

Varina...Volgrode sighed...

"You too?...My dear child, you have no idea of the forces you and your foolish son are playing
with..."

Hmmn...The mother?...thought Max, allowing a guard to take his sword while he put up his hands
with Volgrode...

Well, a boy's best friend...

***

"I believe my brother is attempting something terribly dangerous tonight..." Elisabeth noted to
Buffy-Millie and Gregory as she led them through the woods...

For months, he's talked of utilizing the powers of the world beyond our own...At first I thought he
was merely humoring my "granduncle"...Pretending to believe his strange tales of our family and
the Dracula of another world...

But then...He began accumulating occult materials...Seemed obsessed...And I worried...But it
seemed only a excessive interest, a hobby...

Moreover, my mother insisted on indulging him, encouraging him in his researches...she paused...

I thought that it must be harmless if she could see so little danger in it...

"Hmmn...I think your mother was mistaken..." Buffy-Millie noted. as they crept along...

I fear it may be worse than that, Professor...Elisabeth eyed her...

Several days ago I found them practicing a ceremony of some kind together...

I hoped...When Mr. LeGrand and the others appeared...That Vladimir had found a new interest to
divert him...

But...Tonight...My mother left the house...Went into the woods without a word to the house
servants...

"And left this..." she handed Buffy-Millie a small book...

A book of ancient rituals...she eyed the Professor...To acquire great power from the world beyond...

Nearly all involving some form of human sacrifice...

***

"We must have more..." Vladimir noted to his friend the doctor...Who was cautiously extracting
blood from a chair-bound, mildly tranquillized Miss DuBois...

Max and old Volgrode now in attendance as well, courtesy Countess Varina...Who'd arranged for
them to be secured in chairs a second time...With handcuffs this time...And more guards posted...

"And you must hurry...The time is drawing nigh..." he anxiously looked out at the full moon, rising
in the night sky...

But take care the lady is not harmed, he added...Eyeing Walthrop who stared at him...

"I am not insane, my dear Walthrop..." the young man noted...

My research has been through...I will succeed in tapping the dark forces of the other dimension...The
dimension of the dark Dracula...

Your wife's spirit's home world...

"You won't be able to control the demon, sir..." Max replied...

Millie assures me the thing can't be held in check...Even by the strongest soul...

"You will be bringing great suffering, not help to our people, Vladimir..." Volgrode chimed in...

The power can be controlled...Vladimir insisted...I have studied the means and prepared myself...

"Varina..." Volgrode turned to the Countess... "He is wrong...The power is too dangerous..."

The demon...My demon counterpart...Is a Beast...It will kill you all...

"God will protect my boy, Volgrode...And our country..." she replied...

And I have the means to destroy him here if he fails...she added, lifting a stake...And a cross...

"You won't be able to stop him..." Max told her...

You must listen to us...

"The risk..." she paused, eyeing them... "Must be taken..."

Just as Vladimir's father sacrificed his life in freeing our country...

***
The three would?be rescuers had found the "temple" in the woods...

Surrounded by guards...

"We will need more assistance..." Elisabeth noted...

Perhaps...she eyed the Professor...Your competitor...

Angel?...Buffy-Millie frowned...

Eh...she waved a hand...We can handle this...

The guards were joined by another wagonload...Well armed from the looks of it...

Hmmn...Wish I had one of my grenades right now...Buffy-Millie thought...

Well...she paused, thinking...I suppose...

Angel would make a good target for them to shoot at while I run get Max...

"Maybe you should go and get LeGrand..." she nodded at Elisabeth...

***
Women...Angel explained to Hezekiah as they struggled with the car's jury-rigged transmission
repair...In some danger of failing, Hezekiah had noted when they had tested it an hour ago...

Are fickle creatures...

Even the best of them...The most intelligent and resolute...

Can...Waver...

Hezekiah nodded as best he could while trying to lift part of the car...

And easily fall into associations...Not worthy of them...

Hmm-hmmn...Like my cousin back in Jersey...Hezekiah noted...Straining at a stuck bolt...

Definite "unworthy" association there...And if I ever get my hands on the bastard...

Hmmn...Well...Angel paused...

"Mr...LeGrand?..." Elisabeth came running up...

Ah, Countess...

"I...Need...Your help...In the woods...Immediately..."

Not an unusual request for Angel LeGrand...

Though not usually made in so bold a manner...By a Countess, no less...

***

Hmmn...

As usual, LeGrand was taking his time, Buffy-Millie thought...Eyeing Gregory beside her...
Awaiting the arrival of reporters before making his heroic charge, no doubt...

And things are definitely picking up in that "temple"...

A carriage pulled up...The young Count emerged...With Miss DuBois, apparently brought in under
duress...

And quite put out about it...

But more guards as well...

The group went inside...

As, a moment later, did most of the guards...

Hmmn...Things are definitely picking up...Buffy-Millie thought...

Just gotta make sure Max is in there...

"We need to get inside..." she hissed to Gregory...

And we can't wait all night for LeGrand...

"I have an idea..." Gregory replied...

Miss Elisabeth said that the Count was quite interested in you...he eyed her...

Hmmn...
***
"Now let me get this straight..." Angel paused, eyeing Elisabeth...

Millie Fate-Walthrop is here...On the estate...In the woods...And asked you to tell me that Miss
DuBois is in danger...?

From your brother Vladimir...?

Elisabeth nodded hastily...Yes and...

"And this...Danger...Involves...Some kind of occult ritual...?" Angel paused...

Which may threaten...Thousands?...Or more?...

He looked at Hezekiah...Hezekiah rolled his eyes...

Elisabeth looked pleadingly at him...

"Please Mr. LeGrand...We are quite sincere..."
Aristocrats...Hezekiah sighed to himself...

Well...Angel thought...If Millie Fate is involved...Something bizarre is sure to be afoot...

And even if this is some kind of ridiculous ploy, Madeleine is sure to be pleased by his coming
without hesitation...For her sake...

"Well...If Madeleine...er Miss DuBois...Is in any possibility of danger..." he paused...

"Hezekiah, you'd best stay with the car...Just in case..." he eyed his assistant...Who nodded...

Boss?...Hezekiah pulled his coat back...Revealing quite an impressive array of firepower...

Right, Angel nodded...Selecting a pistol...

"Please, Countess..." Angel politely waved her to lead on...

Hmmn...He thought...

First time I ever called her...Madeleine...

Pretty name, that...

Madeleine...
***

Found this one wandering in the woods, Gregory noted to the guards by the "temple" door, doing his
best to look Roma fierce as he dragged Buffy-Millie forward...

She pulled away to face the guards...

At least I get to make my favorite entrance...she thought happily...

"I...Am Professor Fate..." she announced...

The guards looked at each other...

Geesch...Hasn't anybody heard there's someone else besides Angel LeGrand in this damned
race...she thought grumpily...

Or are they just so shocked to find out I'm a woman...?
***
The guards waved Gregory in with his "prisoner"...One leading the way...

Count Vladimir was indeed very anxious to see this one...

Suggested theme...Slayer's Party in Romania (O Fortuna)
"Count Vladimir Dracula?..." Buffy-Millie asked...As they entered the main hall and Vladimir
stepped forward...

Miss DuBois sat in a daze in a chair, the doctor having just completed his withdrawal...

The vital fluid now in a bowl on the altar...

Millie!...Max cried...

Damn you, girl...he thought...Rather happily...

Professor...The Count bowed...

"I see you're entertaining my husband..."

"An unfortunate necessity, Madame..." he nodded...

But this will all be over in a moment...If you would be so good as to take a seat...

My men will see that no one is harmed after I complete the ceremony...

Several guards moved on her...

She smiled at him...Pulling something out...

What the hell?...Max thought, watching...Is that?...

Yep, it's that wooden stake she made years ago...

Lord, has she been carrying it around with her all this time?...Waiting for a chance to use it?...

"Please be seated, Professor..." the Countess moved towards her, gun by her side...

My son will be finished in a few moments...And you will be free to go...

"Your son will be finished all right, lady..." Buffy-Millie eyed her...

Frowning, Vladimir turned to the altar...And lifted an orb given by one of his hooded attendants
above the bowl of Miss DuBois' would-be-Slayer blood...

"Kid..." Buffy-Millie smiled at the young Count... "You're all wrong...And you're walking in my
territory now..."

Please...The Countess stared at her...Motioning to the guards...

Be seated, Mrs. Walthrop...Or our men will seat you...

Gregory turned at the guards...Pointing his own pistol at them...
"Standoff, Countess..." Buffy-Millie smiled...

She winked at Max...

Careful sweetheart...His expression said...As he continued to struggle with the handcuffs...

She does look very happy though, he thought...

Maybe we should travel more...

"Hardly that, my dear..." Varina waved her pistol and pointed at Max...Signaling the guards to
move in...

Buffy-Millie eyed young Dracula...Who did bear rather a resemblance to the one she'd...er Buffy'd
met before...

Vladimir continued the ceremony, chanting from a book held open by one of the hooded men...

Hmmn...she grinned at Max...

Nothing more fun than saving the one you love, she thought...

Though killing the one you most hate comes close...


***

Buffy-Millie grinned, swinging the stake in her hand...

Kinda neat to relive old...er, future...Times...

The Countess eyed her...Keeping her gun pointed at Max...

"For the last time, Professor..." she warned...

"So...You want to be a vampire..." Buffy-Millie smiled at the Count...

Well...She grinned at Walthrop...Tongue poking at the side of her mouth...

Watch me, Max...Watch me...Her expression clearly saying...

He couldn't help grinning back...

What a kid she is sometimes...A sweet kid...he thought happily...

This is so great...he thought...A chance for her to strut that Slayer stuff...

Just what she's been needing...

And me...Her appreciative audience...

"Here's the deal..." she told the young Count... "You open that Gate...You let the Dracula demon
take your body...I get my Slayer strength back...I stake you...You and demon die..."

No Immortality, no super powers...

The Countess looked at her...

Vladimir?...she eyed him...

"Not to even mention that if you did escape me...Which you will not...You would care less about
Romania and your people...All you'd want is blood, dead humans...A lot of dead humans...Buffy-Millie noted... "Female companionship, vampiral...Without much worry about who..." She eyed his
now rather nervous mother "...And a nice place to live..."

The Count stared at her...Hesitant...

"Vladimir!..." old Volgrode called to him... "Listen to the Professor...I swear to you as a
Dracula...She is the Slayer in her old dimension...All she has told you is true...And she will kill you,
or the thing you become, if you do this..."

Or, I will...he noted...

Vladimir frowned at his "granduncle"...Turning from Professor Fate-Walthrop for an instant...

"Our country needs the protection of the Dracula..." he began...You have shown me the way...How
can I neglect this chance to make our land secure?...

It is my free choice...I can master the dark powers to come within me...

"You've been misinformed, Count.." Buffy-Millie noted...Edging closer...

Mr. Stoker was talking out of his head to suggest that your vamp counterpart could retain any
ability or desire to protect his nation or his family...she went on...

No vampire...of the family Dracula or any other...Can fight off the curse or hold the dark force
inside him or her back...she concluded...

Unless of course he has a behavioral chip, a truly noble soul fighting within, and a loving wife to
help him, she loyally noted to herself...

Or a twin sister's soul fighting within to save her...

Or at least a gypsy curse to call his soul back...
"Oh..." she continued, moving slowly ever closer... "And did I mention?...Opening the Gate would
cause thousands or even millions of innocent deaths, maybe even including my children..."

So you are not opening that Gate...she concluded...As she whipped her stake into the orb, smashing
it...

A furious Vladimir turned back on her...Two hooded attendants rushed to his side...

Slayer strength or no, I've still got it...she thought, grinning at Max...With a radiant "did you see?"
expression...

Nothing lost as to my aim, at least...she thought...

Max nodded proudly...I saw, honey...Smiling, but cried out to her as the young Count moved on
her...

"Millie!..."

She jumped back...Vladimir pulled a small pistol from his jacket...

Dropping back her hood, Elisabeth grabbed her brother from behind...

LeGrand likewise moving in from the other side...

"Vladimir!...Enough!!..." Elisabeth cried...

She knocked the gun from his hand...Angel picked it up and held it on him...

The Roma guards looked at the Draculas, clearly uncertain...Old Volgrode frowned at them...And
stared coldly...

They backed off...Slowly...

Looks like he's still got it too, Buffy-Millie noted...

But an eerie play of light had continued to play at the altar...

The smoke was taking form...Or trying to...

Well, looky who's here...Buffy-Millie thought...

"Is that?..." Max called...

Yeah...she looked at him...

"Get Vladimir out of here!..." she cried to Elisabeth and LeGrand...

"He's the potential host..." she noted to Max and the others...

Angel staring at her in wonder...

Millie?...What the hell?...

But complied, dragging the struggling Count out to the front of the building...

The Countess following in some shock...Under her daughter's watchful eye...

The vague image of the Dracula Buffy had known was shaping...Trying to anyway...

Great...she thought...Don't tell me I hafta jump into this portal too...

Well...If he doesn't stay...The gate can't stay open...I hope...

The cloud was thinning...But Dracula never says die...And the demon tried to manifest...

Max ran up, calling to her...She waved him to stay back...

"Sweetheart, come back from that thing!!..." he cried...

"I think it's gonna be ok, honey..." she called...

He's not getting through...I think we closed it in time...

The demon made one desperate last try to form...A vague face only...It eyed her in surprise...

"You!!?..."

Of course, he's the same one...she realized...Just a timeframe difference between Buffy's world and
mine...

Moi, Buffy-Millie grinned at the raging, fading face...

"It's nice to be remembered...Especially in my multidimensional form..." she smiled...

"#$%^@!!!!" the face cried...

Hmmn...So that's the Romanian word for...

"Say hi to Angelis..." she told it as the face vanished and the cloud dispersed...


***
Yet More (Semi)Parallel Lives... "Great Race 1906"...Part XXXVI...

PG13

A BR verse, Semi-P tale...

Archived at the Buffy Rebecca verse, www.geocities.com/buffyrebecca

Disclaimer: All BTVS characters remain the property of Josh Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and all other
owner/creators of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer series...

In (semi)Parallel Lives, Buffy had a slight accident while making the neural
recording that restored Buffy Rebecca, her robotic sister...And found herself in an
alternate existence...

But, just as BR herself came out of the infinite potential universe of Buffies...So
Buffy's mind that night wandered through a number of alternate existences...Here's
another...

-The night of BR's restoration, Buffy's wandering mind travels ever further
-Into the body of a young Physics studennt in 1906...Who has a leetle trouble
dealing with Angel's counterpart...
-Another tribute to Jack Lemmon, of courrse...


Part XXXVI...

Vladimir and his mother safety secured by Elisabeth and old Volgrode, Buffy-Millie, Max, and
LeGrand could tend to the dazed Miss DuBois...

No need, however, Buffy-Millie noted to Max...To inform her of the details of their little adventure...

Not that anyone in this rational universe would ever believe the Slayer and vampire stuff if their
intrepid reporter chose to write about it...But...They had enough of the "curious" visiting their home
back in Indiana as it was now when all such people wanted was a gander at the "crazy female
Professor" ...No need to add crazed occultists to the group...

A likewise rather dazed LeGrand seemed equally inclined to forget about this one...Not likely to sit
well with his adoring Press or the public...

Still, Buffy-Millie had to concede...He was showing a genuine concern for Miss DuBois...

A remarkable concern really, insisting on taking her care over himself...Was that a "Madeleine...?"
that had escaped his lips as he tended her?...Unbelievable, the Professor noted to her Max...

Walthrop for his part rather pleased to hear her tone...Fascinated, interested, but a rather
dispassionate observer with no major stake in the matter...

Outside of course what advantage in the race she hoped and had been hoping the distracting effect
of Miss DuBois' presence on Angel would provide...

Not...As he'd made clear to her earlier...That he regarded LeGrand as his true nemesis...

That role he still reserved in his mind for the Angel of the other..."Buffy"...universe...

Just...Nice to see her obsession with LeGrand was at a rather low ebb...

All due to her happiness at reliving a little of her old Slayer days...he noted...

Hmmn...Not that he'd want a bunch of demons and vampires from Hell wandering around hurting
people and eventually posing a threat to his children, not to mention his would then be Slayer wife...

Just...Must be a way to give her the chance to feel more of that "save the world", "kick 'em in the
guts" feeling...

Rather like the way his old friend President Teddy combated his natural melancholia and depression
with vigorous action...What was it ole Ted used to say...Ah...

"Black care rarely sits besides a rider whose pace is face enough..."

Well, maybe winning this thing...Proving her genius once and for all...Putting LeGrand in his
place...And then moving on at last to properly utilizing her skills would be the key...

Hmmn...He eyed their competitors...Angel, now joined by Hezekiah, at Miss DuBois' side...

Our work here, after all...Is done...

And it's high time we returned to the object of our travels...And travails...

"Mil...? Whatdaya say we get moving, sweetheart?...Time and tide you know?..." he smiled at her...

Hmmn-hmm...she nodded...

Old Volgrode and Elisabeth had returned...To report that the occult items stored in Vladimir's
isolated "temple" were being destroyed...

By a rather large bonfire...They all watched the "temple" as it burned down...

"Count..." Buffy-Millie smiled at old Volgrode...The Immortal...

Our friend, Count Dracula...The original, this time, if minus the vampire state...Not a slick
descendant imitator...

"If you and the lady..." she smiled at Elisabeth...Who was now rather engaged in conversation with
the charming Gregory Ionescu... "Are sure that wacko boy and his mom are settled...We must be
going..."
Volgrode nodded...Having missed their time...And now being without the occult items...And their
Slayer prisoners...Varina and Vladimir would be forced to abandon their overly romantic notions for
helping preserve Romanian independence...

Perhaps he and Elisabeth could eventually persuade them back to a more sensible path following
Vladimir's old and fairly sane notions of improving the nation's agriculture and industry...

If not, well...A Dr. Freud up in Vienna was doing wonderful things with the deranged these
days...Not to mention a clinic in Ohio, America doing likewise with brain surgery...

Hmmn...Well...At least the ole Impaler wasn't suggesting a session in the ole family dungeon/torture
chamber...she thought...

"Perhaps Mr. Ionescu would agree to assist you..." Professor Fate-Walthrop smiled at her friend...

So...My new friend Mr. Ionescu had an ulterior motive in coming along with me, Buffy-Millie
thought, with a grin...Noting Elisabeth's clear interest...

The ole family retainer was obviously a bit more than that to one of the Dracule at least...

"He is quite a resourceful fellow..." she grinned at Elisabeth...Who beamed at him...

Nice folks, all in all...Hmmn...Still, young Vlady is right...There is danger approaching from the big
powers, God damn 'em...God what did happen to Romania in WWI?...Buffy-Millie wondered
quickly...Wish Buffy had studied more history...

Oh, well...Years off...Besides, alternate universe, doesn't have to happen the same way...

Hmmn...Years...1914...She looked at Max...Gulp...

Gee...He'll only be thirty eight...She looked over to LeGrand...Him too...Young enough as the war
goes on and all those poor boys get mown down in the most senseless big war in history...

And William still holds British as well as American citizenship...

Great...Just another statistic at any one of the mass slaughter battles...

We do pass through Serbia and Austria...Maybe I should look up that Archduke guy...

No, remember what Ben said...History is best left to sort itself out...Especially in an alternate
universe...

Oh...William...

Well...If the war comes off...If he goes...If I can't break his leg or arm accidently or something...I'll
go too...

Buffy-Millie the retired Slayer...Professor of Physics...And Red Cross nurse...

Wonder if I could invent bulletproof body suits by then?...

"Professor...? Mr. Walthrop?...My most heartfelt thanks...Personally...For the Dracule...And for our
country..." Volgrode formally bowed to them...Elisabeth turning to them as well...

"However your race turns out...May your journey will be fruitful and joyous..." the old Count
bowed again...

They nodded...

Elisabeth and Gregory coming over to shake hands...The Professor left a final greeting for Gregory's
little daughter...Daughter? Elisabeth's face fell a moment...Widower...Buffy-Millie noted...Eyeing
her friend with a grin...

And the Walthrops headed for the cart in which Miss DuBois had been brought...

Bos...oss...Hezekiah tapped his employer on the shoulder as Angel chaffed Miss DuBois' wrists and
applied a cool cloth...

"The Perfesser's vamoosing..."

"Oh...Leave her for now...It'll take them a good hour or two to get back to their car..."

Madeleine...he returned to his patient...

Oh brother...Hezekiah rolled his eyes...

Mr. Hercule is gonna hit the roof on this...Even before he gets a look at her...

Still...The lady is quite a lady...Wouldn't of minded puttin' a few holes in that slick Dracula kid
meself...

"Ummn...?...Mr. LeGrand?..." Miss DuBois eyed him...Blinking...

Oh!...She pointed at the departing Walthrops...

"Professor Fate!...We should get moving..." she tried to stand and fell back...

"Later...Madeleine...Just rest for now..." Angel told her...

Madeleine...? she stared at him...Sinking gratefully back into her seat...

Forthrightness has its limitations...

Even in a potential Slayer...
***
A lawsuit?...Hercule LeGrand stared at his nervous agent...At the Paris offices of the LeGrand
Motor Works...

Just the thing to ruin his breakfast...And the good news that the Walthrops had been detected in
Romania...At the same country estate where his idiot son had been having repairs completed...

The race was still neck-and-neck...

But this...A lawsuit against the company?...And him personally?...As well as the dolt of a son...?

Filed by the New York Sentinel newspaper's legal division?...

The agent nodded sheepishly...

Over irregularities in the company's obtaining of certain valuable patents...?

Hercule glared at his little agent...

Buffoon...To bring him news like this?...At a critical time like this?...

A matter that should have been tended to already by his staff in New York...What did he pay them
for, anyway?...Remind me...he glared at the little staffer...

"File a countersuit...Immediately...Our best legal men on it..."

And see that mention is discreetly made regarding Mrs. Harris'...Background...

To remind the judge involved and his political advisors/friends of the real issues at stake...

The growing menace threatening The Nation...

The...Alien, UnAmerican, Non-Christian, UnGodly...menace...And remember to bring up the subject
of Mrs. Harris...

Have the Harrises' backgrounds checked in detail...She's already a dangerous radical...A dangerous
Alien, UnAmerican, Non-Christian, UnGodly radical...Work from that...Anything you can dig up...

Yes, sir...

"And have someone in our "special" department see that said judge and friends are
properly..."Rewarded" for holding the correct views on the matter..."

Yes, sir...

And?...LeGrand elder eyed the agent...

Uh?...Sir?...

Must I do everything myself?...Hercule wondered aloud...

"Find out how the Sentinel got this information...By all means necessary...Apply any necessary
pressure to halt any future efforts along these lines..."

God, man...Use your head...And tell the "special" department to use theirs...

He returned to his breakfast...And the more cheery news...

Now he knew where the Walthrops and his son were...

And so did his various posted agents along the remaining route...

***
"Who is that guy?..." young Phil Walthrop pointed out the young fiercely staring man to his sister,
Amelia...

"He's been staring at us for the past fifteen minutes..."

As they stood in the center of a plaza in the heart of delightful Vienna...Austria-Hungary's primary
capital...

Where they'd just arrived to await the now apparently delayed coming of Millie and Will...

Amelia shuddered...The same little guy who'd been following her around when she did some touring
on her own yesterday...

Blue-eyed, dark-haired...Little seedy...Intense glaring stare...

Nearly as bad as Millie's when she was angry...

And now that friend of his...The one who'd seemed relatively normal and smiled a bit...Had
apparently decided not to continue the pursuit...

Nope, wait...There he is...Rejoining weird boy...

Intense stare spoke to his friend...Who now eyed the Walthrops...

And started over...

"Er...Fraulein...Herr?...Englander?..." the pleasant-looking young man asked...

"Americans..." Phil replied curtly...Taking up a defensive position by Melia...

Ah...the Austrian smiled...
"Walthrop...This is my brother Phil and I am Amelia..." Melia tried a little politeness...

The young man bowed slightly...His staring friend watching intently from a distance...

"My friend...Wished me to tell you...He did not mean to disturb you...He had noticed your...What is
the word?...Sister?...Touring the city yesterday...And thought perhaps...We might suggest some
sights you should not miss..."

"Don't need a guide, friend..." Phil noted...

"No, nein...We do not seek your money...My friend and I are tourists ourselves here in the city,
planning to enter the University shortly...I in Architecture...He in Art...We simply thought two
young English...Or Americans...Should not go from Vienna without seeing its best..."

Phil frowned...

Phil...Amelia hissed...Be nice...

"I am...August Kubizek..." the young man introduced himself...

"Adolf!..." he called back...

Glare boy came slowly over...

And this...Is my friend...Adolf Hitler...

"Wilkomen...ah...to Vienna..." Glare boy bowed...Coldly eyeing Phil...

***
Yet More (Semi)Parallel Lives... "Great Race 1906"...Part XXXVII...

PG13

A BR verse, Semi-P tale...

Archived at the Buffy Rebecca verse, www.geocities.com/buffyrebecca

Disclaimer: All BTVS characters remain the property of Josh Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and all other
owner/creators of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer series...

In (semi)Parallel Lives, Buffy had a slight accident while making the neural
recording that restored Buffy Rebecca, her robotic sister...And found herself in an
alternate existence...

But, just as BR herself came out of the infinite potential universe of Buffies...So
Buffy's mind that night wandered through a number of alternate existences...Here's
another...
-The night of BR's restoration, Buffy's wandering mind travels ever further
-Into the body of a young Physics studennt in 1906...Who has a leetle trouble
dealing with Angel's counterpart...
-Another tribute to Jack Lemmon, of courrse...


Part XXXVII...

***

On the road to Budapest...

Despite a little phony grousing at Max's foolhardiness in heading off to deal with young, human
Count Dracula without her, Buffy-Millie Fate-Walthrop was plainly in high spirits...

William was safe, as were her children, extended family, and the world from an opening of the
Hellgates...

The ole Slayer in her had had a chance to show off...

And they had a few hours lead over the Angel Special...

All as well with the world as could reasonably be expected...

Except...

Max still seemed a bit down...

Was he still obsessing over Angel?...Either Buffy's or this universe's Angel?...

Well...A leetle celebratory lovemaking was clearly overdue...Even if it meant risking their fragile
lead...Besides...

Like LeGrand, Professor Fate disliked the concept of winning too easily...

Though in a pinch...She could deal...

***

Amelia having insisted on following the path of politeness, (as representatives of their Nation
abroad, she noted) she and Phil were the reluctant guests of young Austrian students August
Kubizek and Adolf Hitler on a tour of old Vienna's major architectural wonders...

The rather oddballish, glaring Hitler clearly smitten with her...Staring at her in pauses from his
ranting on the superiority of Germanic culture...

Which the patient Kubizek translated in full...
Though he was interested in putting a few questions to Phil...Who was barely maintaining his
temper under his sis' intense glare...

Had he slaughtered many of the degenerate Red Indians on the great American prairie?...Adolf
wondered, being a great fan of the German fiction writer of the old West, Karl May and his
murderously insane German-American hero, Old Shatterhand...

Not many...Phil noted...

Coming from New England as he did...Lucky enough to be born there shortly after his mum's and
Will's migration from England...

However, living out in Indiana now...

Inderana? Hitler asked via August with enthusiasm...

Der land of der Indians?...

Till it was stolen from 'em...Phil nodded...

The conqueror need have no regrets over the methods used...Hitler insisted...

His victories prove him the superior being...

So...Phil eyed the little ranting Austrian...

Prussians and Germans were rolled over by Napoleon...Does that mean?...

An explosion of rage issued forth...

Degenerate France...German triumph in 1870...The Reich formed on the field of blood, etc...

Yeah... noted Phil...In a bad year...With that third-rate imitation Napoleon in command of France's
armies...They finally managed to win one over the French...

One...he grinned...Amelia frowning at him...

Don't get the little nut upset...

Hitler took her glare as affectionate support for him and for her sake...Not to mention noting Phil
seemed rather well-built...Switched back to his reverent description of the building before them...

The great Vienna Opera House...

***

"You want to stop for the night...Now?..." Max looked at Buffy-Millie...
It's only 4pm...We've nearly three good driving hours left...We only have a six hour lead at best...

"So...We'll leave extra early tomorrow..." she noted...

But...

"We can use the time to check over the car a little..." she pointed out...

And...she grinned...

See a sunset together in the Carpathian foothills...Last chance before we hit the Hungarian plain...

And...she paused...

Pitch a little woo...Maybe?...

Still got the saloon dress from Boracho, you know...she smiled...

***
Chadwick, "special" agent of LeGrand Motor Works waited with his men, local Serbian nationalists
offered financial backing to their cause...A greater Serbia...For their assistance...In a treacherous
stretch of mountain passes on the road to Budapest...

The one road supplied with gasoline depots...And therefore unavoidable for the Walthrops...

He'd chosen the area with care...A Roman army had been trapped in this pass and then slaughtered
here, centuries ago...Its leader, the Emperor himself, having his skullcap turned into a drinking
goblet by the victorious barbarian commander...

A perfect place for Professor Fate to meet her end...In a way perfectly acceptable to the authorities...

An avalanche...Triggered at this time of year by almost anything...

Certainly the blasting being done in the area...By his men, checking the area for valuable mineral
deposits...With of course no idea that a group of automobile racers was coming down the road at just
the time their next series of tests was to be conducted...Was as likely as anything else to do it...

***

"I still don't understand what that young maniac wanted my blood for..." Miss DuBois shook her
head as the Angel Special raced along the mountain road, leaving Transylvania at last...

Aristocrats...Hezekiah noted, grumblingly...

All nuts...

Comes from the inbreeding...Like with dogs...he noted...
Best not to think about it...Angel noted...These Eastern Europeans have strange ways beyond our
understanding...

Hmmn...she nodded...And not a story Mr. and Mrs. Harris will likely find appealing for my
readers...Ah well...Just have to end our stay at the Draculas' with the evening celebrations at the
estate...No need to cause the old count and dear Elisabeth any unnecessary grief after all...

That's very kind of you, Miss DuBois...Angel replied...

I also can't believe what Professor Fate did back there...Miss DuBois continued...

"She seemed to know exactly how to handle him...Amazing..."

Yes...Angel replied...Curtly...

But of course we can't know how Millie was mixed up in this...he noted darkly...

The whole thing could have been her idea...

"She came back to help us...Or at least to stop Vladimir..." Miss DuBois pointed out...

Yes...I suppose so...Angel nodded...

Curtly...

But then Millie is a woman with some unusual associations...Probably knew of young Dracula and
his demented schemes from her more bizarre researches...

Well...Miss DuBois eyed the fast passing scenery...For whatever reason...She did come...

"As you came to help me...Mr. LeGrand..." she cast a smile at him...

"I'm just glad you're alright now...Madeleine..." Angel smiled at her briefly...

Just fine...she smiled back...

Oh, brother...Hezekiah groaned inwardly...

***
The group of young people looked down from the great balcony onto the main stage of the house...A
kind attendant having allowed them a brief look...

"Miss...Amelia..." August paused, looking briefly back at his friend...

Adolf wants to know...Who is your favorite composer?...

Oh...She eyed young Hitler...Waiting expectantly...
"Well...Mozart...Beethoven...Mendelssohn...And that Mr. Dvorak is very good..."

Hitler stared...Dvorak?...

Mendelssohn?...

Oh-oh...August sighed...

Adolf...he thought...You really have to broaden your horizons...

I like Mendelssohn myself...he thought...

"We have some good composers back in America just getting started too..." she noted...

"There's this black composer...Joplin...He has a whole new type of music...It's really..."

Adolf blinked at the beauteous...Nordic...American girl who'd captured his heart...

Turning to August...Blac?...Does she mean...? he asked his friend in rapid-fire German...

***

Yet More (Semi)Parallel Lives... "Great Race 1906"...Part XXXVIII...

PG13

A BR verse, Semi-P tale...

Archived at the Buffy Rebecca verse, www.geocities.com/buffyrebecca

Disclaimer: All BTVS characters remain the property of Josh Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and all other
owner/creators of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer series...

In (semi)Parallel Lives, Buffy had a slight accident while making the neural
recording that restored Buffy Rebecca, her robotic sister...And found herself in an
alternate existence...

But, just as BR herself came out of the infinite potential universe of Buffies...So
Buffy's mind that night wandered through a number of alternate existences...Here's
another...

-The night of BR's restoration, Buffy's wandering mind travels ever further
-Into the body of a young Physics studennt in 1906...Who has a leetle trouble
dealing with Angel's counterpart...
-Another tribute to Jack Lemmon, of courrse...


Part XXXVIII...

***
Well...Thought Max...As he waited, writing letters to the family, in the room of the little Bosnian inn
he and Buffy-Millie had chosen for their night's stopover...

His Professor having gone to use what passed for the "facilities" before they engaged in some pre?
dinner activity...

We've risked our lives and our children's future throughout this crazy race on one ridiculous thing
or another...Why not risk our slim lead for a little hanky-panky?...

She entered, discretely attired in coat and hat...Which she immediately removed to reveal...

Her saloon dress...

Whoa...

"You like it?..." she twirled around, smiling archly...

Oh...Yeah...she happily noted to herself...He like..
.
Definitely worth the risk, Max thought...

Indubitably...

***

On the cliffs above the treacherous pass where they awaited Professor Fate, the young Serbian
nationalists eyed Chadwick, heavyset, walrus-mustached Englishman...A key confidential
European agent of Le Grand Motor Works and Machinery Corporation...Who nervously looked up
the road...

The night shadows were creeping up...

"Our quarry must have stopped for the night..." he sighed, shaking his head...

Thought for sure they'd press right on through this pass before dark...

"Have your men had any indications that the Walthrops have taken a route around us?..." he turned
to the young leader of his allies...One Princep...Who shrugged...No one has reported anything...And
this is the only road with gasoline available, the man noted...

"Well..." Chadwick kicked a rock in frustration...Which fell down the cliff...Setting off one of the
planted sticks of dynamite with a roar...

The men dashed for cover from the falling rocks...Fortunately it was only one stick and did not set
off the others...Most of the cliff face of the pass was little disturbed...

Well...At least now it really would seem more like an accident...he apologetically noted to Princep...

Moronic Englishman...the Serbian rolled his eyes...

Well...All for the cause of our "Black Hand" group and our greater Serbia...And he did pay the half
his superiors had promised...

"Have your scouts double check for Professor Fate on the other road, Princep, and report back to me
at my inn...If she's still coming this way, we'll give it another go tomorrow..." Chadwick clapped
the young man on the back and dismissed the others for the evening...

***
Although Phil Walthrop had grown rather weary of young Adolf Hitler's ranting diatribes on
German moral, physical, and cultural superiority...Even with the filtering effect of his much put?
upon friend poor August Kubizek's attempts to moderate his tone in translation...He was aware of
his sister's...Not to mention his own...Guilty nervousness at their mission in Vienna...

To do what they could to stop or delay Millie and Will on their way to Rome and finally, Paris...At
the insistence of Hercule LeGrand, Angel's ruthless father...Who had a strong hold over them,
having persuaded them to interfere with Professor Fate's past attempts to trump his son...In the
interests of breaking her obsession with him...An obsession they feared was likely to ruin both her
career in Science and her marriage to their beloved brother...

So, as Amelia seemed to appreciate the distraction of touring Vienna with the little maniac and his
rather agreeable friend, he tried to be accommodating...

Though he couldn't resist tweaking the strange little would-be art student's rather large nose...

Pointing out that he, Hitler himself was first of all...An Austrian...In an empire of rather mixed
nationalities...And second...He was hardly the blonde, Norse god type himself...

Besides...If Amelia hadn't pressed him to ignore it, he'd have socked the little...when he'd raged a
bit at her for her praise of black and Jewish...Mendelssohn was German-born, you're not, Phil had
not been able to resist noting...composers...

For his part, August had been rather surprised by Adolf's reaction...A brief burst of rage, then a
genuine attempt to control himself, even followed by a mildly nasty, rather lame attempt at a joke
about women's lack of sense...None of the usual wild screaming and storming off...

He really likes this girl, Kubizek noted to himself...

But then, he glanced shyly again at Amelia...She was quite a beauty...

***
"Is this really such a good idea, Mr. LeGrand?...On these roads?..." Miss DuBois looked nervously
at the road ahead...

To press on an extra four or five hours in the dark?...With only the faint light from the Angel
Special's headlights to guide them?...

She eyed Hezekiah...Who did not seem very pleased himself...

Still...She was an intrepid and forthright young woman...And it would make a fascinating
installment for the Sentinel's readers...

"I feel we must, Made...Miss DuBois..." Angel hastily corrected himself...

The Professor has the lead but with a little extra effort tonight, we can make it up...

"Hezekiah and I can drive in shifts...If you would be willing to act as road observer for my shift..."
he paused...

Hezekiah could sleep a bit and then I can observe for him...

"You haven't slept for two days, An...Mr. LeGrand..." she hastily corrected...

Perhaps I could drive the first shift...

Hezekiah rolled his eyes, frowning...Drive the Angel Special?...My precious girl?...

"No...Much as I would trust your driving ability...It would be a violation of the racing compact, my
dear..." Angel noted...

As you are not an official member of our team...

"However...Madeleine..." he smiled at her...

Thank you for the offer...

She nodded, unable to repress a bit of a beam...Damn those flashing eyes, she thought...

"Well...Then...Hezekiah?...If you would be so good as to take the back seat?" she smiled at him...A
rather puckish grin on her face...

Oh Jesus...Hezekiah shook his head as Angel stopped the car and he got out of the passenger side...

"Shall we, Mr. LeGrand?..." Miss DuBois gave a definite beam at her companion...

We shall, Miss DuBois...Angel flashed a delighted smile back...As they moved on into the darkening
evening light...

On the major Bosnian roadway...A relatively good excuse for a cowpath in most areas, with broken
stretches of uprooted Roman cobblestone and crumbling mountain paths in others...

***

Young Hitler had suggested dinner at a local and reasonably priced tavern catering to students from
the University...

Speaking of the University, Adolf...August noted mildly...We ought to get to work seeing a few of
the professors and administrative people tomorrow to inquire about our applications...

"We're just a couple of fellows from a country town, really...We'll need a lot of effort to get in..." he
explained to Amelia...

Although our schooling was adequate...

The Empire provides good schools even for the less well-To-do, I will say that...August went on...

Hitler erupted a bit...August having continued a running translation...

"The schools of the Empire are crawling with degenerates, bourgeois..."

Their goal...Mongrelization of the German...

"I don't want to hear any more of that..." Amelia cut in firmly...

To August's shock, Adolf once again backed down...Even more pleasantly this time...

"Forgive me...Such political talk is not for the ears of a beautiful and delicate lady..."

"I'll listen to political talk any day of the week, Mr. Hitler..." Amelia noted via August...

But not to that kind of talk...

"Naturally a lady hates to hear harsh realities..." Adolf replied...Pausing for August's translation...

Amelia frowned...

Hitler continued with a smile...A surprisingly charming one...

Therefore...Let me ask...How have you enjoyed our day in Vienna?...

"It's a beautiful city...Thanks to all of its people..." she replied...

A middle-Aged couple entered the tavern with their daughter...A lovely young girl, a tall,
distinguished-looking man, still-Attractive wife...A rather familiar-looking man, Amelia noted to
herself...

"I think that's...Dr. Freud..." August noted in surprise...

***
Yet More (Semi)Parallel Lives... "Great Race 1906"...Part XXXVIII...

PG13

A BR verse, Semi-P tale...

Archived at the Buffy Rebecca verse, www.geocities.com/buffyrebecca

Disclaimer: All BTVS characters remain the property of Josh Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and all other
owner/creators of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer series...

In (semi)Parallel Lives, Buffy had a slight accident while making the neural
recording that restored Buffy Rebecca, her robotic sister...And found herself in an
alternate existence...

But, just as BR herself came out of the infinite potential universe of Buffies...So
Buffy's mind that night wandered through a number of alternate existences...Here's
another...

-The night of BR's restoration, Buffy's wandering mind travels ever further
-Into the body of a young Physics studennt in 1906...Who has a leetle trouble
dealing with Angel's counterpart...
-Another tribute to Jack Lemmon, of courrse...


Part XXXIX...


Amelia craned her head to look at the famous Dr. Sigmund Freud...And family...

A man whose work was so widely talked over...In quiet, secluded, adults-only settings, of
course...That even if her sis-In-law Professor Millie Fate had not praised it, she would have heard of
it...

In whispers of course...With strong references to forbidden subjects and grim warnings to never
mention the man in polite society...Even as everyone over 18...Hell, over 14 as their dear Millie,
grinningly would note, eyeing them...Tried desperately to get their hands on his writings...

The forbidden fruit of 1906...

"Freud?..." Phil looked as well...As did August again, more timidly...

Adolf looking firmly away...Refusing to make any acknowledgment of the degenerate...

"The guy who talks about sex all the time...?" Phil grinned...

Philip!...Amelia groused...

"That's no way to talk!...Do you want me to leave right now?..."

Adolf perked up a bit, as August made the translation...

If the young lady was seriously considering stalking out...Offended by such vile talk as such a gentle
and delicate flower must be...Perhaps she might allow him to...

"Dr. Freud studies the human mind, Phil..." Amelia continued...

And Millie would be disgusted with you for a remark like that...So would Will...

"At least in public..." she finished, with a faint smile...Professor Millie having a somewhat risque
side in private conversation...Though fully cognizant of the proprieties in public...

"Ok...O...K..." he grimaced...

Enough...

"A little consideration, Phil...Geesch...We're not home you know..."

Do Americans discuss Freud's work in their homes...? August and Adolf wondered...

"Anyway..." she turned to August...

"Do you follow Dr. Freud's work?..."

"Well..." he smiled shyly back...

"The study of the ways of the human mind is a fascin..."

"Hound!...Filth-monger!..." Adolf hissed in German, just loud enough to be heard at other tables...

A clear example of the degenerate Jewish...

"That's enough, Mr. Hitler!..." Amelia hissed back...

I have many Jewish friends and I don't like your "degenerate" remarks...

Dr. Freud's a genius...And if you're just jealous of a few successful people...

Adolf waited a second for translation...August nervously trying to moderate Amelia's remarks...

"You have been poorly raised...Understandable in such a mongrel state as America..." Hitler noted...
Ok...That's it...Phil got up abruptly, throwing some money down on the table...

Dr. Freud, along with a few others, watched curiously from several tables...

Interesting young man...he noted to his daughter Anna, eyeing young Hitler...

Quite the little fanatic...

"Melia...Lets go...Before I hit this little freak..."

She got up...Sorry, she turned to August...

But your friend is just not someone we choose to hang...(A Buffy-Millie-borrowed
expression)...With...

He sighed, nodding...Nothing new, really...

Though Adolf had been controlling himself a little better than usual...

Hang?...Now that expression was something new...But then, America...They hang people all the
time...August noted to himself...Rising a little sadly...

A furious Hitler, but also an almost despairing one, eyed the Walthrops...Rising as well...

And committed an act which future historians would have given their eyeteeth to be present for...

"I..." he choked out in halting English...

"Apologize...Bitte...Please..."

And put out a hand...

Phil eyed him...

Amelia eyed Phil...Well...

He sighed...Fair enough...and took Adolf's hand for an instant...

"We should get going anyway..." Amelia noted...

It's late and we have things to do tomorrow...

"I also apologize..." August bowed slightly...

Amelia smiled and shook her head slightly...No need...

Adolf catching August's faint smile...Hmmn...
Well, in any case...August paused...

May we make amends by seeing you both back to your hotel...?

***

Much to Hercule LeGrand's annoyed surprise as he gazed over the various papers on his desk from
his Paris office window to the Eiffel Tower...The finish point for the Great Around the World
Race...His campaign against the Harrises' legal action was not having quite the success he'd
anticipated...

The Harrises' Sentinel having long been a prominent supporter of President Teddy Roosevelt, the
current Governor, Mayor, and Police Commissioner of New York, much of the State legislature,
and, despite its crusade for reform, reasonably friendly with many leading figures of Tammany
Hall...It was not so easy to drum up the necessary support...

At least in public...

And there were even charges of anti-Semitism leveled against some of his people's public
statements...Though he himself was careful to avoid such dangerous ground...

Just possible his fool son would need the support of various ethnic and religious groups one day if he
carried out his notion of entering politics...

Behind the scenes however he'd had a bit more success with the judiciary...

Tying up the action in the courts and bringing the full power of his legal staff to bear...

But it worried him...And if the race were lost and his company discredited to Professor Fate's
favor...The charges might resurface, with redoubled strength...His competitors sensing a wounded
beast and closing for the kill...

He could just see that grinning bastard Ford gloating...Portraying himself as a fair-minded leader of
the new automotive world...Shocked...Absolutely shocked...By LeGrand's ruthless theft of another's
patents...A defenseless little woman's patents...

Not to mention being distressed by some of those "statements" from LeGrand's people about Mrs.
Harris...

Right...Like that crazed beanpole of a Midwestern yahoo wasn't the Nation's most prominent anti?
Semite...

It was now more crucial than ever that the race be won...This "legal action" by Professor Fate's dear
friends would be lost in the shouts of acclaim for his boy and the LeGrand Motor Works that had
produced his victorious car...

If the race were won...As it would be, he assured himself...
By whatever means necessary...

***


"Ah, Bosnia...Land of ancient conflict..." Angel reflected to his companion...The beautiful and
intrepid Miss DuBois...As they sped along the dark road...If one could call it a road...

Wish it were a land of streetlights...she noted...Peering into the dark nervously...

They were reaching some mountainous terrain...Crumbly mountainous terrain...

Well, Angel pointed out...At least there being only one road to speak of, there was little chance of
getting lost...

Just of having the side of the mountain road facing the cliff crumble away...Miss DuBois thought as
they rose up the narrow mountain road...Path really...

"You know...We're nearing the site of quite a few famous battlegrounds..." he noted...

About two hours from us for example, is where a Roman army was trapped in the passes and utterly
destroyed...

"And the Emperor Nicephorus was turned into a drinking cup by the Khan who'd defeated him?..."
she smiled...

Uh...Yes...he replied...

I do read history, Mr. LeGrand...

She relented a bit...He'd only been trying to make conversation...And, to be honest...And
forthright...It was only her fear making her a bit cranky...

"But it is a fascinating place..." she nodded...

I'm sure my readers will want all the details of the places we encounter...

Preferably in the daylight...she added...Hopefully...

About a mile further along, they spied a torch in the woods near the road...Glad for the sign of
human habitation...

Unfortunately...It was one of Princep's scouts...Who mistakenly reported them as the Great Racer
they had been awaiting up ahead...

Cleverly and bravely, if insanely, pushing on through the dark...

Princep, dutifully informed Chadwick at his inn just after eleven-Thirty...A rather reluctant
Chadwick agreeing that they should take up their positions in the pass...

Just like that dratted female Professor to drive through the worst country in the world in the middle
of the night...the special operative of LeGrand Motors noted to himself, rather peeved...

Well, this way it would look even more like an accident ...

***

Midway between the Angel Special now somewhat more cautiously making its way up the battered
mountain road and Chadwick's men in the ancient pass...Professor Fate-Walthrop and her husband,
the much-beloved, if occasionally taken for granted, William Maximilian Walthrop...Were engaged
in scientific experimentation at the little inn they'd sensibly stopped at long before darkness fell...

Scientific experimentation of a kind...

Not to be repeated until the mid-Twentieth century work of Masters and Johnson...

"Now try..." Buffy-Millie gasped for breath... "A little...Lower..."

Uh-huh...William whispered...

There...?

Lower...Oh...Yeah...

Beautiful...Yeah...Just be...au...ti...ful...Oh...Yeah...

"Lets try that with a hot towel..." she eyed him as he pulled back from her, smiling...If a
bit...Winded...

If you're ok?...

Fine, fine...

"And you're...Happy?...Maxy...?" she asked, a little anxiously...

Oh yeah...he smiled at her...

"Especially when I see my ex-Slayer girl happy..."

So happy...she grinned back...

But if you're getting tired...?

"Oh, no...Just catching my second wind..." Max nodded at her...
What a foolish world we live in, he thought...Thank God...

Where a moron like LeGrand would pass up a Millie on account of a few buck-Teeth...

Of course...she noted...This could be useful for the disabled, you know...And the dysfunctional...

"If you really don't mind my keeping a record?..."

Just don't ever show it to the children...Until we've passed on...he noted...

After that I'd want them to know just what a goddess their mother was...

"William Maximilian..."she nearly crushed him in her arms, even without the ole Buffy super?
strength...

God bless the night Angel left me at the dorm with you...she noted...

Ummn...she hastily reached for a better way to put it...

You know what I mean...she eyed him hopefully...

"Yeah..." he nodded...And hesitated...

Buffy....he began...

Oooh...Always the best when he calls me Buffy...she thought happily...

"Would you tell me...About Angel?..."

Angel?...she eyed him...

Angel...he eyed her...

And you know which Angel I mean...

"You can throw in a little about my counterpart...Spike...As long as you're covering this ground..."

Ummn...Well...

"Spike...William..." she noted...

His human soul is also William...

Uh-huh...

And as to Angel?...he looked at her...

Well...she smiled up at him...Rather nervously...

See...When he first came to Sunnydale...Years ago...

"Or...Years from now, from our pov..." she corrected...

I was very...Lonely...And weighed down by my Slaying...And fighting that vamp king who called
himself "the Master..."

"And...Well..."
***

All might have ended well at the Vienna tavern where Amelia and Philip Walthrop were finishing
their dinner with a young Adolf Hitler and his friend the amiable and quite sane August Kubizek...

Despite the young Austrian's annoying tendency to rant violently from time to time at various
groups of people not to his liking...And to occasionally drop a sneer at those nations which tolerated
such groups...Or which sought to give power to the people of their nations via idiotic notions of
democracy rather than to a divinely appointed leader...He did have a certain charm of manner, at
least in his genuine enthusiasm for the architecture and history of the great city...

Unfortunately...As they rose to stroll back to the Walthrops' hotel...He came into direct eye contact
with the distinguished Dr. Sigmund Freud...Who'd been watching him discreetly from his table
where he sat with his family...

***

Yet More (Semi)Parallel Lives... "Great Race 1906"...Part XL...

PG13

A BR verse, Semi-P tale...

Archived at the Buffy Rebecca verse, www.geocities.com/buffyrebecca

Disclaimer: All BTVS characters remain the property of Josh Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and all other
owner/creators of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer series...

In (semi)Parallel Lives, Buffy had a slight accident while making the neural
recording that restored Buffy Rebecca, her robotic sister...And found herself in an
alternate existence...

But, just as BR herself came out of the infinite potential universe of Buffies...So
Buffy's mind that night wandered through a number of alternate existences...Here's
another...

-The night of BR's restoration, Buffy's wandering mind travels ever further
-Into the body of a young Physics studennt in 1906...Who has a leetle trouble
dealing with Angel's counterpart...
-Another tribute to Jack Lemmon, of courrse...


Part XL...

Lying next to her Max on the inn bed, Buffy-Millie continued the story of her alternate existence self
and her relationship with that universe's Angel to what she stressed as its conclusion...With emphasis
on her blossoming feelings for the William Soames Walthrop of that universe...

Who has his own Buffy reborn or about to be reborn for him, Max noted quietly...

Well...Yeah...But...Original Buffy has learned she loves him too...That the love Buffy Rebecca feels
for that Will's poor remnant soul comes from her...Buffy-Millie noted...

And, in the final analysis...It doesn't concern us...she added hastily...

Not...Now...William Maximilian sighed...

Nervous as she was feeling as her husband lay quietly beside her, Buffy-Millie couldn't help a little
joy creeping in...

Her boy, thinking on Eternity...Concerned of any possibility that they might be separated in the
afterlife...

This is one hooked lover/husband/friend...

And me with these buck teeth and my weak chin...

Neat...

"I only want to be with you, Will...And our little guys..." Buffy-Millie rolled over to him...

And accomplish something wonderful in Science...If the Fates allow...

Whatever happens to Buffy Anne or Buffy Rebecca Summers, (Buffy) Millicent Kristine
Fate-Walthrop is settled...

"But..." he interrupted her, and paused...

You have one foot in that other world...

I don't...I have no connection to it or memory of that other William...he noted...

And who knows what or where you may be in the end...

"I'll fight to stay with you...Always..." she insisted...

And the Buffy of that other world is not me...Not anymore...

"Besides...I told you...She's in love with her Will too..."

Even if she couldn't admit it to herself until her twin appeared...

"Have a little faith in us, Will..." she pleaded...

"I want to..." he said, quietly...Turning to stare at her...

But I love you so much...The thought of losing you...Even in the afterlife...

Is just unbearable...

"Especially if it would be to some counterpart of that posturing twit..." he sighed...Smiling wanly at
her...

"Unless of course...I fall madly in love with the human soul of that poor girl you told me
about?...Spike's companion, Drusilla..." he grinned...

I mean if that universe's Will is taken by your counterpart or her twin...Poor girl might be lonely...

She slapped him, grinning back...And rolling on top of him...Hair falling over his chest...

However...

Drusilla?...she thought...

Didn't old Dracula tell us she was his reincarnated former wife?...Alive in England?...Now?...

And never mentioned if she was married or seeing anyone...

Hmmn...

"Max...? You know after the Race is over...Win or lose we oughta head straight back home from
France..."

***

"We're making excellent time..." Le Grand noted to Miss DuBois as they came off the mountain
road...Path, really...For a bit...

At last...The intrepid Miss DuBois sighed within...Level ground and the semblance of a real road...

They passed the small inn where Professor Fate and her Max were conducting their
"experiments"...The Hannibal Super Twin?8 being well concealed in the inn's stable..

Ummn...Nice-looking inn...Miss DuBois brightly noted as they sped past...

Bad-looking road up ahead...she did not say...

"I think we should press on as planned...Hezekiah will take over for me in a bit..." Angel glanced at
her a second...

Unless you prefer to stop...Madeleine?...he hesitated...

I realize that last stretch of road was a bit...Stressful...

Stressful...she moaned to herself...

All my nails are either broken from scratching into the car upholstery or bitten off...

However, one must show the proper spirit...Especially if one is an intrepid reporter...First of her
race... for a major American newspaper...

"No, no...Just noticed it..." she shook her head...

Excellent...he smiled...

"I'm sure the rest of the way to our next gasoline drop will be much easier going..."

After we get through the Belgorda Pass, of course...

Of...Course...Miss DuBois sighed...

***
Swine...Being the least offensive of the terms young Adolf Hitler had used in addressing the
distinguished Dr. Sigmund Freud...After locking eyes with one of the Fathers...if not the Father...of
Psychiatry...Amelia and Philip Walthrop had had enough of their little outing with the dementedly
temperamental and rather rude little Austrian...

Though Amelia tried to remain polite for the sake of young August Kubizek, Hitler's rather likeable
mild friend...

"That is enough, Herr Hitler!..." she told the ranting Adolf, risen from his seat to denounce the
degenerate who'd dared to eye him with clearly professional interest...Philip moving between him
and Dr. Freud and family's table where the psychiatrist was still observing the angry young man
with a rather clinical air...

"Sir..." she looked over to Dr. Freud...Having risen herself...

"I apologize for our companion's remarks..." she said in reasonably good German...
"He's rather ignorant, sadly prejudiced...And probably afraid you've seen something wrong with
him..." she eyed the now frantic Adolf, August by his side attempting to drag him away...

It's nothing...Freud kindly replied, rising...As Philip lent August and the tavern keeper a hand in
dragging Hitler off to the tavern entrance...

"A most interesting young man..." he nodded over at the young man now by the door, rather foaming
at the mouth...

But potentially dangerous, Miss...he noted to Amelia...

"A personal friend?..." he asked with polite hesitancy...

"We've just met him...Toured the city together...Didn't realize how strange he was..." Amelia
sighed...

Ah...Freud nodded...Well, then...

"I would recommend you terminate your acquaintance speedily...And refer the young man to a
doctor...With some experience of mental illness..."

I would offer my services but I think he might do better with someone else...he smiled...

"I'm really very sorry..." Amelia sighed...As the tavern keeper showed young Adolf the door...

August and Phil following to see that the raging young man remained no threat to himself or
others...

"It's nothing...But give him this card..." Freud reached into a vest...

A fine fellow, my friend Jung...A bit at odds with some of my ideas...But the young man may find
him easier to deal with...

"You're very kind..." Amelia took the card, smiling wanly...And headed out...

Papa...Freud's young daughter and wife both eyed him sternly as he took his seat...

"Anna...Mama..." he smiled benignly...

"Jung deserves it..." Freud grinned...

***
Outside, young Adolf had refocused his rage on his restrainers...To little avail, he not being a
particularly challenging opponent, physically, under normal circumstances...

And in spite of his furious raging, he retaining a practical awareness of the size of his opponents,
particularly the tavern keeper and young Phil Walthrop...

He shook back from them, as they released him...The tavern owner requesting that he never set foot
in the place again, headed back inside...

August went to his friend who backed away from him in anger, glaring at Philip...as Amelia
emerged...

"I guess that's that..." Phil nodded at August, ignoring the still glowering Hitler as Amelia came over
to him...

We'll be saying good night...And good bye...he shook his head...

Adolf stalked off...August sighing as he watched him...

Well...Perhaps the walk will do him good...he noted ruefully...

"I am so sorry, Miss..." he eyed Amelia...

"Good-bye, August..." Amelia took the young man's hand briefly...

You're a nice fellow...Find a better friend...she whispered in his ear kindly, leaning over...

He smiled wanly...Shrugging...

"Adolf's had some rough times in his life..." he explained quietly, eyeing her...Hating to let the
evening...And the moment with this beautiful American...A dream, really...End...

His father and he never got along...he noted sadly...

"Doesn't excuse his attitude..." Amelia began...As Adolf raced back out of the dark, and threw a rock
at the back of Phil's head, striking him and knocking him down...

"Mongrel cur!!!..." he yelled, racing away...

"Adolf!!..." August hurried over to Phil...Helping the stunned young man to his feet...

He's....Miss...? August turned back to Amelia and looked to see her racing down the street after
young Hitler...

***
"A car is coming...!" one of Princep's men carried the report, passed down the line of posts to Princep
and Chadwick waiting on the heights of the pass...

First rate...Chadwick beamed...Patting Princep on the arm...

"Is everything ready for them?..." he eagerly asked...

Yes...Princep nodded...

"If you're quite sure we should proceed...?" he eyed the large Englishman...

Quite...Chadwick nodded...

"This will be the end of Professor Fate and her little games..."

"The car has entered the pass!..." Another running agent came up...

Well, Princep?...Chadwick turned to him...

"Have them set off the charges down at the end of the pass in five minutes...Wait until it's confirmed
they've turned back, then the other end..." Princep told his telephone operator...

***
Amelia slammed into young Adolf's back with the fury of a Slayer...Knocking him to the ground,
she began pummeling him as he turned over...

August and Phil raced up, staring at the sight...

"Vicious...Little...Jackass!..." Amelia cried as she whacked and kicked away at the now sobbing and
increasingly frightened young man...

Mama never told him about girls like this...

Phil lifted her off, as she struggled to land a few more blows...

August reluctantly lifting the battered Adolf to staggering feet...

"Well?!...You...You..." Amelia searched her vocabulary...Rather limited for the purpose at
hand...Proper young woman of 1906, after all...

Doofus...!!!...she remembered Phil's favorite Millie-bequeathed slang word...Breaking loose of her
grinning brother's grip...And hollering at Hitler...Who chose the better part of valor and raced
off...Again...

You want more!!?...You little creep!!..." Amelia yelled and paused, breathing deep...Glaring after
him...

The beaten and sobbing Hitler fled down the street...A reluctant Kubizek in pursuit...

Finally finding his friend in a doorway...Furious with rage...Ranting against the mongrel nation that
had spawned such degenerates...As he wiped the blood and tears from his face...

Adolf...August sighed...

"If you keep on like this, you're going to hurt yourself or someone else some day..."

And you're not going to have any friends left...

***

Yet More (Semi)Parallel Lives... "Great Race 1906"...Part XLI...

PG13

A BR verse, Semi-P tale...

Archived at the Buffy Rebecca verse, www.geocities.com/buffyrebecca

Disclaimer: All BTVS characters remain the property of Josh Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and all other
owner/creators of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer series...

In (semi)Parallel Lives, Buffy had a slight accident while making the neural
recording that restored Buffy Rebecca, her robotic sister...And found herself in an
alternate existence...

But, just as BR herself came out of the infinite potential universe of Buffies...So
Buffy's mind that night wandered through a number of alternate existences...Here's
another...

-The night of BR's restoration, Buffy's wandering mind travels ever further
-Into the body of a young Physics studennt in 1906...Who has a leetle trouble
dealing with Angel's counterpart...
-Another tribute to Jack Lemmon, of courrse...


Part XLI...

Just after midnight, the mountains of the Belgorda Pass were rocked by a loud explosion coming
from the northwestern entrance of the pass...From charges set by Bosnian Serb members of the
"Black Hand" organization in the pay of one Chadwick, European agent of Hercule Le Grand's
"special operations" division...

Chadwick, waiting far down the pass, safely on the heights with Princep, leader of his Serb agents,
eagerly scanned the road with a small telescope...If all had gone well, Professor Fate's Hannibal
Super Twin 8 should be returning down the pass, unable to press on...And it would be time for the
second explosion to seal them in the pass...Causing a fatal delay at least...Killing the Walthrops if
fortune smiled...

Princep awaited news from his men scattered up the pass that they had spotted the car
returning...And that the second series of explosions was in progress...

"Good God!..." Chadwick slammed the telescope down in anger...And not a little fear...

"What is it?..." Princep regarded the rather excitable Englishman...

"You fools!..." Chadwick whirled on him...

"Look!..." he cried...Thrusting the telescope on Princep...Who frowned at him but scanned the
road...

A car gleamed in the night...A white car...

"Your men were supposed to be competent, Princep!...Did I or didn't I tell you the Fate-Walthrops
drove a black car!?..."

Was that too difficult a thing to keep straight?!...the large Englishman fumed...

"You agreed it must be the Walthrops coming on..." Princep noted...Turning to his operator, he
hurriedly ordered a halt on the second explosion...

"Don't put this on me, you fool...!" Chadwick glared...Waving his arms at the young Serb...

Princep eyed the Englishman, considering having his body hurled from the cliff...However, there
was still the matter of full payment...

And his men had at least made a foolish mistake in identifying the car...Though most had little
experience with the damned things anyway...Lucky to have recognized any car, especially at night...

"The Walthrops cannot have gone through the pass, that much is certain..." the young man pointed
out...

If your Racer is halted, they are as well...And their lead lost...

"Yes, yes..." Chadwick sighed...Calming a bit...

Especially having noted Princep's men moving to their leader's assistance as he raged at him...And
gradually coming to the realization that he was alone, surrounded by several dozen very tough men
well-schooled in killing...

Perhaps...he noted...There is a bright side to this...If we can assist Le Grand in reaching the main
road first...

Princep nodded...His men dropping back a bit...

"I've no doubt he'll go back to Sesia, the nearest village..." Princep told his employer...

He'll put in at the inn there and wait for the dawn...

"Is there any way to get him around the pass...Quickly?"

Princep shook his head...

A two hundred mile detour over trackless hills, valleys, and rather treacherous rivers...If he avoids
the impassable mountains...he explained...

Days of travel at the best pace he could hope to make...

"I'll have my men see what conditions are in the pass at first light..." he told the Englishman...

If it can be cleared, we can make contact...Let Le Grand know to wait...

If not...We can find the best route for him...

"Leave the contact to me..." Chadwick told him...

It's important that no one learn of our role here...I'll simply be acting as his father's agent, sent to
assist him after this unfortunate accident...

"Yes..." Chadwick nodded, brightening...

As long as no damage was done...And Professor Fate halted as well...We can claim a partial success,
at least if we get the boy out of this...

And it's likely the Walthrops will appear shortly...Princep noted encouragingly...

My men will keep watch but they've probably stopped for the night...A sensible course all things
considered...

"We may yet have a chance to deal with them tomorrow..." he concluded...

Well...Rome wasn't built in a day...Chadwick sighed, nodding...

"I've always admired that level-headed temperament of you English..." Princep smiled as they
started back to their horses...

Signaling his men that all was well...No need to cut the fat fool of an English walrus' throat just
yet...
***

Below in the pass, the events of the past half-hour had gone off with a bit more excitement...

Midway through the pass, as she struggled to keep awake and alert to anything in the route
ahead...Miss DuBois had been startled by the sudden realization that for the second time, Angel Le
Grand had called her...Madeleine...

While Le Grand was happily describing the economy and politics of this little semi-Independent
land...Under a degree of Austrian Imperial control...But greedily eyed by both the Austrian Empire
and the new Serbian nation...

A loud blast reverberated back to them from up ahead, shaking the whole pass...Followed by an
ominous rumble...Which steadily increased in intensity...

Angel halted the car suddenly...Hezekiah, in the back, jerked awake...

"Boss!?"

An explosion or something up ahead, Angel noted to him...

And sounds like...

"Avalanche...!" Miss DuBois cried...Seeing some of the heights ahead of them fall into the road...

Tremors from the blast and the first avalanche at the upper end of the pass were sending shock
waves back down...Triggering smaller rockfalls all down the way...

Hmmn...Angel regarded the crumbling cliffs ahead of them...Perhaps best to withdraw a bit...he
noted...

"We gotta head back, Boss!..." Hezekiah called...Seeing more rubble tumble in front of them...And
a few rocks falling in their rear...

Yes...Angel sighed...It seems we must...Drat the luck...He hesitated, eyeing the road ahead...

I think we'd better go, Mr. Le Grand...Miss DuBois suggested...

He nodded and turned the car around, as more rocks began falling directly in front of them, behind
them and, several small ones, on top of them...

Remarkably, the car taking few if any dents...A tribute to Le Grand Motors' design and
metallurgy...Angel noted as they sped back...

Wish we had some of that metallurgy above our heads, Miss DuBois thought...

Best if you got down under the dashboard, Miss DuBois...Angel glanced at her as several stones
landed on the car door, windshield, and on the seat between them...

"I am quite..." she began, in an irritated voice...Just as a small stone struck her back, knocking the
wind out of her...

"...All right..." she continued...From under the dashboard...

***
Despite the late hour, the innkeeper at Sesia was happy to welcome Le Grand and his party...The
second foreign visitors of the day he noted...

***

Much to the Harrises' surprise, their "inside man" at Le Grand Motor Works, new ace investigative
reporter Warren Mears, had rather eagerly agreed to continue in his job at the factory to gather more
info on the doings of the nefarious Hercule Le Grand...Particularly in regard to their dear Millie
Fate-Walthrop...

Who'd of thought the little fellow would have so much spunk?...Willow grinned to Alex as they
awaited their agent's next communication at the Sentinel offices...

It's the excitement...Rather like morphia for those pitiful wretches in the sanatorium we did that
story on last month...Alex noted...

Especially for a fellow like Mears...For whom excitement has not been a major component of life up
to now...

And a damned good thing for the Sentinel...he eyed her...

What with Le Grand's legal team doing its level best to counter our charges and hit us with a
series of lawsuits and countersuits...This paper needs all the evidence we can get...

Well...Willow sighed...

Hopefully Mears' finely tuned instinct for self-preservation would preserve him...

At least until he managed to get more incriminating information on the Le Grands out to them...

"By the way...Has anything come in from Miss DuBois?..." she asked...

Not since that last from Transylvania...Alex replied...

Odd thing that last report, he noted...Got the impression she was holding part of the story back
somehow...A little too much emphasis on the colorful folk dancers and the dutiful estate farmers on
the Estate Dracula for her style...

Yes...Willow agreed...Nice, but a leetle disappointing somehow...Given the place and family and
all...

Pity the famed fictional vampire couldn't have made an appearance...

***

The next morning at their hotel in Vienna found Amelia and Philip in rather depressed spirits...Fun
as their little romp with the psychotic Herr Hitler had ended up being...The real purpose of their visit
now loomed before them...

To see that poor Millie failed again...Put her out of the race...As permanently as possible...

In the least physically dangerous manner they could think of...

All for her sake...And brother Will's...of course...

Still, to have to hand the victory over to that fool Le Grand...Just to get him...Hopefully...Out of
Millie's system and the Walthrops' hair once and for all...

Geesh...And both were having strong second thoughts about the likelihood of success in that area,
given the failure of their past attempts to deter their Millie...Indeed, each check to her efforts seemed
only to stimulate her to greater excesses...

But with old man Le Grand holding their past activities over their heads, there was little else to do...

***

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