What We Do In the Shadows: "Jen..."

What We Do In The Shadows: "Jen..." Part LXXXXIII...

What We Do In The Shadows: "Jen..."

Summary: There are unexpected consequences when Laszlo seeks a new human familiar...

Part LXXXXIII...

[Note-Naturally we are diverging from the new season storyline into AU territory]

The secret HQ of the Vampire/"Mosquito" Hunters of the Tri-State Area...

"I think I should be there..." push of glasses on nose.

"No." Claude, firmly as the two speakers stood aside from the other members currently practicing skills...Tonya firing an arrow at a figure suspiciously like Nandor the Relentless. Shanice, the best friend of poor Jenna, being encouraged by two other members, one male, one female, to stake a CPR dummy bearing a photo of Jenna taped on the face... "Do it, stake her!" Shanice, finally managing to lightly pierce the surface, then backing off...

"You didn't kill her! She's rising to kill you!" the male insists, pulling a rope to raise the dummy's head and torso to a sitting position.

"This isn't what I'd want, Shanice...Kill me!" the female intones, in a voice with only a vague resemblance to Jenna's.

"Claude...Althea's my girl, sort of. Even if we haven't yet met in this existence. My wife, if these memories coming on me are right."

"No. Look, it's not the right time." Claude frowns. "This isn't going to be the moment, your being there can only upset things. Althea will be all jangled, worrying about you. Dr. Acura would have to worry about her, and you...No, Derek. Not the place nor the time."

"I can't let my girl go alone into a den of vampires..." frown, folding arms.

"You're only mortal now, Derek. And while you have instinctive skills, dude."

Cut to shot of Derek destroying numerous attacking vampires in the Hustler clan house...

"...You're not superpowered. And she has the greatest redeemed vampire hero...Not counting us..." Claude, smiling a bit... "Her own dad...At her side, plus a Van Helsing will be there, not to mention the original, watching from beyond, both ready to act. It's just a party, Derek. She'll be fine."

"Unless she's not...Angel? Would you let your girl go there without you?"

"My girl's not the Slayer..." Claude sighs. "Though she always insists on going alone...And as a matter of fact...She will be there."

Derek blinking...

Really? And here I was, thinking he was gay...

Wait, where did that come from?

"I get it, Spike." Claude, frowning. "And as you well know, I'm not gay. Look, I don't like letting Eloise go in alone either. And I only found her again six months ago, after losing her as Nina over thirty years ago after Angel's destruction." Sigh. "But we don't want to go in and get the subjects riled. This is an important night for Nandor the Relentless, likely crucial to his Redemption, and for all of them. We're under orders here...From Van Helsing himself. And that's how it's gotta be."

Derek frowning...

"Forgive me, Jenna!" Shanice crying as this time she rammed the stake into the dummy's chest.

"All right, people, nice jobs...We have our orders from the Boss, dismissed." Claude calls to the greater group of male and female Hunters about the room. "Keep your phones handy, everyone. We go to war shortly, though not tonight." Hard stare to Derek. "Thanks, all."

The group filing out...Derek shaking head...

"Officially..." Claude hisses to him.

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