11:00pm the warm night breeze swept through the dried up palm fronds making a rustling noise on the ground below him. Perched on top of a rundown hotel his eyes scanned the city. He was searching, he was hunting. The scent he had followed here was unmistakable. It was the scent that use to drive him mad with hunger, the scent so sharp he could feel his incisors grow with every step he took closer to the aroma. The scent was blood.
Blood the life force of every living, breathing, crawling, creature on earth, every creature but him, Which is why his species craved it. They craved life, thirst and drank deeply whenever they could. The mad driving thirst was so demanding that he could never get enough, he could never stop. He was a drug addict of life and he would gladly die for just a sip.
He groaned. The day in the office had made his back stiff, he would have to have Melonie, his secretary look into getting a better chair for his back. The wind caught his leather jacket, despite it being warm he didn't feel the heat. Leather was always his choice of clothing when he went out for patrol, wasn't difficult washing blood out of leather. He groaned again, the scent of blood was stronger in the wind, which, meant he was facing the right direction.
Shaking his head to clear his inner demon from getting to excited he continued to scan the skyline below. Someone had lead him here, they were either injured badly or they were the perpetrator. He had to know who was killing in his city. This was his city, he would be the only monster in this town if it was the last thing he was going to do tonight. After all this was Los Angeles city of Angels and he was Angel.
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Blood so much blood. Armaita frowned. If there was a vampire within half mile of this alley he would surely have caught the scent by now. She scanned the moonlit skyline, she had to leave and quickly before any unwanted attention vampire or human came to her location. It wasn't her time to be revealed in the city.
She looked at the two bodies, both demon who had taken shape in human form. The darkness was definitely up to new tricks. She had caught them trying to hunt down a local prostitute. They had followed the girl of the night, into the alley and were about to jump her from behind when Armaita had silently cascaded down from her perch on top on a bookstore roof. She had been quick and deadly with her blade. Neither demon or human had known what had happened. In two flashes of moonlight the demons bodies lay decapitated in the dark, and the woman had continued along her journey unaware that she had almost had been prey.
Armaita looked at the sword in her hand, The elegant curve had black liquid dripping from the moonlight silver. She frowned again, this much blood will have picked up hungry attention. She quickly knelt before the first body, she needed to examine the carcass first. Demon she could tell by the lack of soul that was in their eyes when they had exited the bar across the street. But even now why do they still look human? The blood smelt like human, but its color was wrong. The liquid pouring on the ground was thicker and darker than any humans.
Kneeling closer to the body she wiped her blade on the victims pant leg, then replaced the weapon back into its sheath on her back.
She stood up scanning the alley, wasn't the smallest passage, but enough for two people to walk side by side. The bodies laid right in the middle. One orange light lite the dark passageway, and shown right on the bodies. It was going to attract the attention of anyone walking on the street. She turned back to the bodies, picking up the head of the first victim by his/it's hair she tossed it in the first silver trash can she saw. She did the same for the bald head that laid close to its previous owners feet. Then with great strength moved the bodies in the shadows. It wasn't going to be the best hiding spot, but it wouldn't draw the attentions of the humans, at least not till day break. There was nothing she could do about vampire attention, but to leave quickly.
Armaita ascended up the side of her old perch with swiftness and cat like reflexes. At the top, she checked her weapons, The gun was still harnessed in her ankle holster, her sword still in its sheath, and the two knife blades in her belt holster. She didn't trust the human firearm, which is why she only carried one small one. There was nothing like moonlight metal in the hands of a warrior. To weld this weapon was like to dance with it, allowing the blade sing and shine was a thing of deadly beauty. Humans lacked the art of war with their firepower, though she carried one none the less as back up.
Upon checking her weapons she stood and surveyed the rooftops. Everything was still, erie still. She turned north towards her small apartment and begun her leaps from roof top to roof top to her sanctuary. Unaware of the eyes that watched her.
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Angel made a leap over a air conditioner unit. When he caught sight of a figure in the night, he crouched in the shadows. It was only two rooftops away. He watched silently as the figure strapped something to their leg and replaced something on their back. He caught a faint hint of blood from the figure. He used his vampire vision to scan the figure. The figure had diffident feminine features, the object on her back was unmistakably a sword. He craned his neck to make out the curve sheath protruding from the silhouettes back.
"Who carries a sword now?" He thought with great interest. That had to be where he smelt the blood. He licked his lips. Tonight was going to be extremely interesting.
The silhouette then darted, quickly, too quick for a human. She dashed north he watched as she jumped on two rooftops, to put distance between him and his catch. He wanted to follow her without drawing her attention. His interest was peaked. The only females he knew with that kind of speed was either vampire or a slayer. He didn't know of anyone who welded a sword. He needed to know more. He dropped down to a lower building, and followed just as silently as another shadow in the night.
After about two miles of running along rooftops the shadow stopped and and entered through a roof entrance.
"The exit had to propped open for later entrance for the figure." Thought Angel, "means she was planning on an exercise among the rooftops."
He watched the female silhouette disappear in the bright light of the building, before the door could shut he caught sight of blond hair pulled into a ponytail.
He narrowed his eyes. Blond female, vampire/slayer strength. Last he heard Buffy was in Europe. It couldn't be her, could it? He watched for movement in the building, through any open window he could find. Was it Buffy? He took a breath through his nose, he couldn't smell the scent of Buffy. He could only sense one thing.
He caught the whiff of blood. It smelt like human blood, though the figure he had been following tonight did not move like she was injured. Buffy couldn't kill a human, slayers code. This could be a rouge slayer, or this could be something else, something more deadly.
Just as the thought popped into his head a light came on on the third floor. He narrowed his eyes, and focused his hearing on the window.
The room that had been newly lit, had little in it. Grey stone tile lined the floor, not expensive and not cheap either. The walls were bare, covered in light blue pain that had clearly been faded since its last paint job. Angel and his vantage point could only make out a small black futon couch, and tiny black coffee table, clearly both from a Ikea. Very simple living standards.
He watched as the blond closed the door to the small apartment. He couldn't see her face, but at least now he could actually get a good look at his mystery shadow.
She wore dark grey skinny jeans, hugging her every curve,white button down top that looked to be little big for her size, grey lace up knee high boots looked worn, and scuffed. He watched as she undid the big black belt strap across her chest and hung her sword on the coat rack. She handled the weapon with care, as if it was her most prized possession. She took the blade out and laid it across the small table. Then pulled two blades from each hand from the back of her belt and laid them out as well. He watched as her feet disappeared from view but returning in a moment. She then sat on the uncomfortable looking couch with a rag on her lap.
Was then he could see her face. She had a very attractive facial features, very symmetrical looks. Her lips where puckered as she was in deep concentration, she picked up the sword and begun to buff and shine the blade. Her big eyes were lined with thick eyelashes, were narrowed in deep thought. He then heard her, she was humming, was a sweet angelic noise, she hummed a low tone, with a rhythm Angel could not recognize.
He watched her with great interest. He scanned her body again. She had an athletic, skinny build, but firm nice round breast were visible under her shirt. He then noticed that the top buttons on her shirt had come undone, probably when she was out of his view. His mouth begun to water as she worked hard with a pumping action to shine her weapons. The view was glorious.
"Nice bird mate," said a voice from the dark.
Angel startled whirred around to see Spike standing only mere feet away from him, and lighting a cigarette, leaning against a unit.
"What?! You following me Spike?" Asked Angel clearly annoyed that he was so occupied by his view that he hadn't noticed the annoying vampire entrance.
"Calm down mate, no need to get your knickers in a bind. I am here same reason as you. Smelt the blood." His speech was muffled by holding the cigarette in his lips, his free hand gestured to the south where the smell of blood was more concentrated.
There was something about the peroxide blond vampire, that made everything in Angels being get annoyed. "Just go away Spike I got this." Saying that he turned back around to his view. But she had moved. Angel scanned desperately for her, her weapons laid, clean on the table but she was gone. He then heard the distinct sound of running water from a shower.
"Oooh bird's in the shower eh?" Spike removed himself from his spot and leaned over the roof rail. All Angel could do was roll his eyes. Spike cocked his head to one side as he released smoke in his lungs. "Think we should get a closer look in that flat mate."
Before Angel could protest to the annoying vampire, he was already jumping on to the apartments roof top.
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