Armaita stared down at Spike's body, he had landed with a heavy thump, and was sprawled out at her feet. His neck was cranked back at the broken fractures. She hadn't expected to kiss her mission, was something new, to kiss flesh, even if it was over a century old, and dead was a curious thing and she enjoyed it. She had studied everything there was to know about this creature. She knew everything. Using her soul piercer she now even knew more.
Soul piercer was a heavy weapon against demons. They exposed them to the one thing they feared, other than her boss, and that was the light. They searched for any dark corners and clung to the soul to evade being sought out by the light. Some Arc's struggled controlling the light and fighting a demon while it was still in its host. But Armaita was not inexperienced, she knew how to search out the lurid corners, and how to make the demons tremble. Just moments before she felt William slip and the demon took a hold of the body and the light had made it angry, hence why Spike now laid on the floor with a broken neck.
She sat down but kept her eyes on the vampire. His face was contorted in pain, and could faintly see vampire features. "The turn" is what Arc's called it, when a vampire turned from a human look into the monster within. The turn didn't show who the demon was inside, it was more a intimidation tactic, it brought out the demons weapons and fear into whatever poor soul was about to be a meal. Its was like when a dog bears its teeth before the bite. She once fought a vampire whose turn was so terrifying that the other Arc that was with her had fled, she held her ground and took his head with one swoop.
This vampire was special. She didn't know why when the boss had assigned her to watch his life, and learn everything about him. She was there from the beginning. The dark alley where Drusilla had dug her teeth into the feeble crying man, starting him as a blood thirsty killing machine. She watched his entire life in her mind as the boss gave her assignment. She was never there presently but nothing escaped the bosses view and he installed in her William Pratt's life, his journey in the dark and it was now her job to bring him to his new chapter.
Spike moaned, he was coming to. Knowing him, she stood and walked over to where her weapons laid. She will have to be armed when this pissed off anti-hero creature woke from his dead sleep. Again she knew him, better than anyone, even himself. The man inside was a feeble one, but over the century of being a mass killing machine he took on some demonic traits, like a temper. She stood at the read.
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First sense that always came back was smell. Spike couldn't remember how he had died, but the sense of smell spoke to his memory. Smell, hint of metallic... blood, then a a scent of Jasmine, where was he? CRACK! that was the last thing he remembered, his mind was gaining focus, the crack was unmistakable, he had heard it many times, as his prey's life left them, when his hands were around their neck. Someone had broken his neck.... Jasmine.... mystery women!!
Spike's eyes shot opened. Who in the hell would kiss a guy then break his neck! What asshole would do that kind of thing. Despite his irritation he smiled inside, it was something he would have done. But only he could do that, anyone else was out of order!
He remain still, feeling his body come back and regaining his strength. When his neck cracked back into place he let out a groan. He heard movement around him, she was walking past his body. His anger bubbled inside, what the blazes was the big idea? She wasn't going to kill him, but she was toying him. He didn't do toying well, unless he was the toy-ee... ya sure thats a word.
He sprang into action, he jumped to his feet. He was facing the couch, he snarled, she was behind him. He was just about to pivot around when he felt her sword at his shoulder blade. He growled. Blades didn't scare him, actually no weapon scared him. He will overpower her if it was the last thing he would ever do.
His instincts told him to dodge the left, believing her to be right handed she would be stronger in an attack to the right. He swung his shoulder down and to the left, dropping his shoulder in order to minimize her target. He felt his face contort into the monster he really was. He was now facing his enemy, she had tried to attack but just like he predicted it was to the right. He pounced, as she tried to correct her swing, he bent his knee into a straight kick to her side. She flew backwards, and brought her knees to her chest as she somersaulted backwards, and with a cat like agility she landed on her feet with her blade expertly ready for another attack.
"So you kiss a bloke, break his bloody neck, watch him sleep, then attack him? I know women are complicated, but love you top them all!" He snarled
"I understand you are angry, I knew you would wake up irritated..."
"IRRITATED!!!" He boomed, "Thats nowhere how I feel love! I'm bloddy pissed off! And I want answers now! Who are you!? What are you?!"
He circled around her, and she followed his every move with her blade. His face was still contorted in vampire form, his once calm blue eyes were now yellow and on fire with anger.
"I have been sent to you, for the reasons I don't know, they haven't been revealed to me. I am a Arc, and my name is Armaita." She let down her guard, "I do not wish to fight you. I am not here to fight you, that is all I know."
Spike had stopped his circling when she had dropped his guard. His mind was buzzing with questions about this new revelation. Like, what the bloody hell is a Arc? He thought he had fought everything there was to fight. When he heard about Slayers his first instincts was to fight one, overcome one, beat one. This creature in front of him was a skilled warrior, a killer no doubt, he saw what she did to the demons in the ally. She was no stranger to danger, or death.
"Who sent you? Where do you come from?" He took a step closer to Armaita.
"I'm sorry Spike. That's all I can tell you right now." She stood her ground, holding her blade loosely at her side.
Spike took another step. His anger had slipped away. Armaita, he finally knew this deadly and sexy creatures name. He could still taste her on his lips, and he wanted more, looking at her body holding the blade made her more desirable. He licked his lips, and took a second step, he'd guard his neck this time. She caught on to what his eyes, and body were craving, she held her blade up to his neck. He gulped... oh so sexy
"What you thinking vampire?" Her eyes questioned him
"Thinking I was told to stay and watch you pet, and I'm thinking about you..." he licked his lip and scanned her body again, "...on the floor... me on top..."
"Stop! Not going to happen," she cut him off. She held her blade closer to his neck.
He shifted his weight, "ok love, your loss more than mine." He grinned and stepped back.
"Please," she walked across the room to put her weapon back with the others. She pushed past him. This was his chance, he grabbed her arms and planted a kiss on her lips.
Chapter 4
Angel stood over the corpse's. Whoever she was she, demon or slayer chick, she didn't do a very good job at hiding the bodies. He found the heads in a trash bin and the bodies only placed between two dumpsters. Blood was everywhere. His eyes scanned the dark, nothing escaped his view.
The blood was darker than humans. He looked at the spread pattern. It was inconsistent, it didn't spread right. Spike was right, he shook his head in disgust, this blood was heavier than it was supposed to be, creating an odd spread pattern, He looked at the bodies, nothing out of the ordinary. No jewelry or any identification on them. The larger of the two torsos had $50 bill tucked in his front pocket. and that's all he found.
He frowned he didn't like not having answers. Who were these creatures, who was this girl? His brain felt like it was on fire, something wasn't right about this girl. She wasn't a slayer, she wasn't human, she had to be a demon, or a very cunning vigilante witch? A witch that had vampire strength, and speed. Those eyes, they were enchanting. She had to be magical, nothing could explain it.
He sighed in frustration. This was going nowhere fast. He took out his cell phone, and dialed.
"Gunn, I ran into a problem." Angel closed his eyes.
"What ran out of demons to hunt?" Gunn sounded like he had been asleep.
"No, I want you to get Illyria and go to Wolfram and Harts old lab. I'm bringing her a body that needs to be examined. I'm hoping her memories ofFred might be able to salvage the lab and help me with me... ah... problem."
"Call her yourself, she doesn't do anything I say!" Gunn replied irritatingly.
"Yes but lucky for me you do what I say! Just get it done. I don't care what you have to say or do get her highness over there." Without hearing for a reply he ended the call.
Glancing at the bodies one more time he sighed, "I had to bring the camaro today," he mumbled.
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Spike stared at the blond and bold beauty before him. He ran his tounge over his bottom lip and cocked his head to the left. He was getting nowhere with her, and he knew he wasn't going to get any answers out of her till she wanted to tell them.
"Well pet, whatever the hell you are were stuck together, till I sus out if your a goodie, or a baddie." She took a step closer towards him. "So which is it, love?"
He scanned her face waiting for her to fold. For her to do anything other than what he was doing. She had been toying with him like a mouse does to a cat. If she wasn't careful he would have no issue at showing her he was a cat also, a big one with claws. But for now he studied every movement till his patience was up.
"Why do you call me love?" She took another step closer closing the gap. He tried to pretend her stalking up to him wasn't getting to him but he was wishing her at a distance. Her eyes bore into him and he didn't like this feeling.
"Answer a damn question." He was losing his cool.
"Or else what?" She was now only a step away, he could feel her heat.
Heat. He cocked his eyebrows up in light of the new evidence. Vampire could walk into her residence, and had a body heat. She couldn't be dead, she couldn't be a slayer, and she fount demons. Maybe a rouge demon that fought other demons like he had done after the chip, and before his soul. He scanned her poker face, no clues. Maybe her body offered anymore betraying facts. He looked at her eyes, fleck of silver and blue made them so hypnotic. Her ruby and full lips seemed so inviting. Her body movement spoke of how much she wanted it, just as much as he did.
"I wonder..." He cut himself off in planting a a kiss on those luscious lips.
God...
God...
Only word or thought that would come to his head. The moment their lips fluttered in a light touch his head was no longer capable of though. His body went into a primal instinct mode, his mind wasn't working but his body knew what he wanted. His hands went to the back of her head, and he deepened the kiss.
God...
He pushed his weight into her, making her moan. The seductive noise sent another stupor shock wave through him. Was so intense that for a brief second his very soul felt fear, fear of losing his grip losing himself in this mysterious women. But the fear only lasted a second, she grabbed his coat by the opening and pulled him into herself. Tilting her head back asking for more of him. But as if reason had grabbed a hold of her she broke the kiss.
When he could stand of his two feet again he opened his eyes, she was smiling.
"Find what you were looking for?" Her eyes, glittered with a mischievousness. Spike looked deeply into her eyes for the first time.
Pure moon light, that is the only way to describe the color. Reflectiveness of gold flakes, intensified the gaze. She was looking at his soul, he could feel her deep within searching. He could feel the moon light glow lighting up the dark corners. Fear crept into his mind. Fear, actual fear. He was a killing machine, he was a serial killer, he had killed thousands. Everything about him was lethal, and he had enjoyed the blood, the cold, the kill, its what made him strong. He had no fear of anything, nothing to fear when you are the top of the food chain and your main course was always terrified. Even now with a soul he still had his strength, and speed of the lethal weapon he was. But now he felt fear. In the arms of this women he had no name for, looking into her eyes made everything in him tremble, even the demon.
The demon. Yes the monster within the lethal weapon was quivering. It wanted to escape, The light that was invading on him was intense. Spike could feel the beast within him shrieking, trying to breakout. There was a terrifying battle within him, that he could feel for the first time, light and dark, darkness was strong it had taken root and spread over the ages of destruction.
Spike couldn't move, but he watched as the women's hands reached around his neck. Last thing Spike sensed was the loud CRACK of his neck breaking under her hands.
The blood was darker than humans. He looked at the spread pattern. It was inconsistent, it didn't spread right. Spike was right, he shook his head in disgust, this blood was heavier than it was supposed to be, creating an odd spread pattern, He looked at the bodies, nothing out of the ordinary. No jewelry or any identification on them. The larger of the two torsos had $50 bill tucked in his front pocket. and that's all he found.
He frowned he didn't like not having answers. Who were these creatures, who was this girl? His brain felt like it was on fire, something wasn't right about this girl. She wasn't a slayer, she wasn't human, she had to be a demon, or a very cunning vigilante witch? A witch that had vampire strength, and speed. Those eyes, they were enchanting. She had to be magical, nothing could explain it.
He sighed in frustration. This was going nowhere fast. He took out his cell phone, and dialed.
"Gunn, I ran into a problem." Angel closed his eyes.
"What ran out of demons to hunt?" Gunn sounded like he had been asleep.
"No, I want you to get Illyria and go to Wolfram and Harts old lab. I'm bringing her a body that needs to be examined. I'm hoping her memories ofFred might be able to salvage the lab and help me with me... ah... problem."
"Call her yourself, she doesn't do anything I say!" Gunn replied irritatingly.
"Yes but lucky for me you do what I say! Just get it done. I don't care what you have to say or do get her highness over there." Without hearing for a reply he ended the call.
Glancing at the bodies one more time he sighed, "I had to bring the camaro today," he mumbled.
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Spike stared at the blond and bold beauty before him. He ran his tounge over his bottom lip and cocked his head to the left. He was getting nowhere with her, and he knew he wasn't going to get any answers out of her till she wanted to tell them.
"Well pet, whatever the hell you are were stuck together, till I sus out if your a goodie, or a baddie." She took a step closer towards him. "So which is it, love?"
He scanned her face waiting for her to fold. For her to do anything other than what he was doing. She had been toying with him like a mouse does to a cat. If she wasn't careful he would have no issue at showing her he was a cat also, a big one with claws. But for now he studied every movement till his patience was up.
"Why do you call me love?" She took another step closer closing the gap. He tried to pretend her stalking up to him wasn't getting to him but he was wishing her at a distance. Her eyes bore into him and he didn't like this feeling.
"Answer a damn question." He was losing his cool.
"Or else what?" She was now only a step away, he could feel her heat.
Heat. He cocked his eyebrows up in light of the new evidence. Vampire could walk into her residence, and had a body heat. She couldn't be dead, she couldn't be a slayer, and she fount demons. Maybe a rouge demon that fought other demons like he had done after the chip, and before his soul. He scanned her poker face, no clues. Maybe her body offered anymore betraying facts. He looked at her eyes, fleck of silver and blue made them so hypnotic. Her ruby and full lips seemed so inviting. Her body movement spoke of how much she wanted it, just as much as he did.
"I wonder..." He cut himself off in planting a a kiss on those luscious lips.
God...
God...
Only word or thought that would come to his head. The moment their lips fluttered in a light touch his head was no longer capable of though. His body went into a primal instinct mode, his mind wasn't working but his body knew what he wanted. His hands went to the back of her head, and he deepened the kiss.
God...
He pushed his weight into her, making her moan. The seductive noise sent another stupor shock wave through him. Was so intense that for a brief second his very soul felt fear, fear of losing his grip losing himself in this mysterious women. But the fear only lasted a second, she grabbed his coat by the opening and pulled him into herself. Tilting her head back asking for more of him. But as if reason had grabbed a hold of her she broke the kiss.
When he could stand of his two feet again he opened his eyes, she was smiling.
"Find what you were looking for?" Her eyes, glittered with a mischievousness. Spike looked deeply into her eyes for the first time.
Pure moon light, that is the only way to describe the color. Reflectiveness of gold flakes, intensified the gaze. She was looking at his soul, he could feel her deep within searching. He could feel the moon light glow lighting up the dark corners. Fear crept into his mind. Fear, actual fear. He was a killing machine, he was a serial killer, he had killed thousands. Everything about him was lethal, and he had enjoyed the blood, the cold, the kill, its what made him strong. He had no fear of anything, nothing to fear when you are the top of the food chain and your main course was always terrified. Even now with a soul he still had his strength, and speed of the lethal weapon he was. But now he felt fear. In the arms of this women he had no name for, looking into her eyes made everything in him tremble, even the demon.
The demon. Yes the monster within the lethal weapon was quivering. It wanted to escape, The light that was invading on him was intense. Spike could feel the beast within him shrieking, trying to breakout. There was a terrifying battle within him, that he could feel for the first time, light and dark, darkness was strong it had taken root and spread over the ages of destruction.
Spike couldn't move, but he watched as the women's hands reached around his neck. Last thing Spike sensed was the loud CRACK of his neck breaking under her hands.
Chapter 3
Few moments later they were seated in her living room. Angel and Spike were on the uncomfortable couch and she leaned against the window on the opposite side of the room. She had replaced her towel with a black torture device, called yoga pants that accentuated every curve from her hips to her bum. Dressed in a hurry she had no bra on but had put on a black tank top, which to Spike was even more sexy then her towel. It hung in all the right places not leaving much to the imagination.
While she was dressing he had a chance to look around the tiny flat. The living room they now sat in led into a small hallway. The first left of the hallway led to a small closet called a kitchen, kitchen felt even more tiny with a full size fridge and stove that were crammed together on the far wall. A tiny sink and microwave. took all the space on the small counter. He had a look see inside the fridge, and help himself to a beer. Not that he had a lot of choice in what he took, all the big fridge contained was beer, half a loaf of bread, and jar of pickles.
The bedroom could be found at the end of the hallway to the right. Again matching the rest of the small flat, not much there, Queen size bed, comforter looked new but very cheap looking. Was black with light blue wallflowers scribbled into a pattern. Two white pillows were neatly placed together at the head of the bed.A night stand with a small white lamp, despite its size it did give enough light to the small depressing room,
"We both smelt blood." Angel's voice brought Spikes mind back to the present.
"So since you smelt blood you decided to take a peak at my living quarters while I showered. Bit inappropriate." She crossed her arms.
Spike cocked his head when she used the term 'living quarters'. The average Joe did not describe their homes as living quarters. Typical people would have said home, house, apartment, or even cript. To describe where they lived as quarters was something people just did not say. Unless they were in the military, or even incarcerated. Spike scanned her body again, doing his best not to stare at the sexy bits. She handled herself as though she was in prison, trying to look tough, or even intimidating. She stood with her arms crossed evaluating her opponents, occasionally looking at the exits for a exit strategy. She also stood at attention, back straight, feet placed shoulder width apart, she stood ready to salute a commanding officer. But it just didn't seem to fit, there was much more to this girl.
Angel was rambling something boring about how he came across the scent of blood. Saw a figure in the dark and pursed said mystery figure. Spike wasn't interested. He was more interested in the deadly looking beauty before him. Her face was stern, muscles in her jaw line intense. Her eye gave no information but showed now and again intimidating moon light flash, just like the color of her weapons. He turned his head to see the sword still laying on the small table. That weapon and the girl in front of them looked one in the same. They both looked deadly, but elegant, and they both flashed the same moon light hue.
She unfolded her arms that where across her chest. Thats when Spike saw something new. A tattoo on her wrist, looked like cursive writing. "Interesting," Spike thought shooting his left eyebrow up. He stood and crossed over to where she was standing. He had to get a better view.
He was fully aware that she watched every movement. Her almost glowing light blue eyes seemed to capture all the movement in the room. Like a cat, who is unfamiliar to its surroundings. When he drew closer to her, he took in her scent, Jasmine. The scent was intoxicating, it wasn't a powerful overwhelming scent. But he couldn't get enough of it, her scent seem to invade every fibre of his being, from his bleach blond hair to his toes radiated everytime he took in the holy scent.
She moved her hands and tucked them behind her body. Damn! He thought, he was so preoccupied by her aroma he didn't get a good look. He narrowed his eyes in frustration. She suddenly spoke awakening him from his dilemma.
"I was out for a run, and came across two demons that were pursuing a women in an alley." She shifted her feet, "So I did what I had to. Even if that action was to blow my own cover."
"Three odd things about what you just said. First who goes for a run on rooftop? Sidewalk is more convenient. Second the blood I smell from that rag you use to clean your weapons doesn't smell like demon blood. And third blow your own cover? Who are you hiding from?" Angel interrogated.
"Vamps," she sighed. "Only going by scent, did you even bother looking at the bodies?"
"I don't see how that would made a difference." Angel stood.
"Well if you did you would have noticed they were not human." She said in a flat even tone.
"But the smell..."
"The blood was thicker, and darker than any humans, mate." Spike interrupted.
"Exactly" she said shifting her weight again to look at Spike. She flashed him a look, that Spike couldn't read. Those eyes again, piercing, penetrating, their stare seemed to expose everything about himself. He felt like he was naked in front of her, naked and laying in the dark.
"If they are demon, we need to find out why they smell and look human," He spoke slowly, "i'll take the bodies to Wolfram and Hart. See what Illyria in the lab says." He stood then examined the mystery girl.
"You still haven't told us who you are and what you are." He rubbed the stubble on his chin.
"I am a warrior on the side of truth, that is all you need to know right now. You have more pressing matters to attend to, if demons are disguising themselves as human you could have major issues." She paused, "it will be a lot harder to tell friend from foe. It wasn't a fancy glamour, they stayed in human form even after they died. If your Fred can find more differences they have to humans it would make them easier to spot, and maybe know a way to stop more from gaining this form."
Angel glanced at Spike. He knew what the glance meant. It meant we need to talk, then i'm going to rush off and be the hero. Spike sighed, but followed Angel to the door.
"I'm going to get the bodies to Fred. You stay here and watch this girl. I don't trust her, see if you can find out more about her. A human knowing about our world, and carrying those types of weapons can be very dangerous. She can't be running around till we know more."
"She isn't human for one thing." Spike spoke in a hush. Angel looked at him confused.
"The door..." He gestured to the entrance, "we walked through it without an invitation. Which means whatever she is, it isn't human." Spike pursed his lips together in thought and glanced at the girl, who just held his gaze.
"Dammit! Even more reason to watch her Spike." Angel drew closer to Spike, "don't leave her side. And keep your cell on." He said the latter with a lot of frustration, Spike had to smile. He loved playing phone tag with Angel.
Angel then turned to the girl nodded, and left through the heavy door.
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Armaita was left alone with Spike. She didn't like this, this wasn't how it was suppose to be. She was to reveal herself on her time, so she could control the situation and environment. Meeting him in her quarters, in a towel is not at all she wanted. Now she was alone with him.
"So love, what do you do here for fun?" He scanned the room, "I don't see a telly, so watching passions is out the window." He settled his eyes back on her.
She crossed her arms, feeling very uncomfortable and exposed. He wasn't shy to look at her body, he wasn't shy about anything. So she did the same, she let her eyes wander the body of the vampire she had studied for over a century. She studied the scar above his eye, that scar was a living memory of the beginning reign of William the Bloody. Xin Rong was a warrior, one of the best Slayers. Her devotion to her destiny and to her family made her one of the greatest. That is till the demon that stood before her killed her, he was a killer. His signature smirk crept along his face. She now knew letting her eyes wander was a bad decision. Best to gain the upper hand in this situation.
"Just because your boss left, don't think anything funny is going to happen." She smiled inside as the world boss had the desired effect. His grin was nowhere to be found.
"Boss! Ah Bloody hell women! He is NOT my boss." He turned in frustration, but having a thought popped into his head he whirled back around, "infact pet I am, his boss!"
His breathing came in huffs. "Boss! Angel my boss! Ya in his dreams."
Armaita crossed the room to where she left the blades unattended. She felt the vampires eyes on her. She enjoyed his study of her, she could feel his questions radiate and burn. She enjoyed playing the mystery. As she relished she inspected the blades. The silver blue metal glistened in the light of her small apartment. They looked like average steel but a closer look would reveal their supernatural nature.
"Fine blade, pet." Spike had moved extremely close to her back. "What kind of metal is that? It's unnatural."
"These blades were forged from my people, excellent craftsmanship, don't you agree?" She turned into him, offering him a closer look.
"Ya, nice." He didn't even look at the weapon but locked his eyes on hers. Her breath remained steady despite her heart beating against her breast. She cursed her body for betraying her. She remained eyes locked on the killer.
He slowly raised his hand, brushed the back of her hand with his in a tender embrace. She didn't like not being in control, but there was something about him that made her skin flame. She continued to look deeply into his blue eyes. She then saw what she was searching for, a glitter, and flash of gold protruded near his iris. "There! There is his soul." She smiled at her discovery.
As if knowing her thoughts he cleared his throat to interrupt her. "May I?"
She looked down at her hands, she was still holding her knife. His hands were under hers , not in an embrace as she had thought, but they were waiting for her to relinquish her weapon for his inspection.
"Ah yes," she dropped the weapon in his hands.
He examined the blade closely. "I only know of one slayer who was very skillful with a sword." He cocked his eyebrow up and looked at her intently.
She crossed her arms,"You and I both know I am neither Slayer, nor human."
While she was dressing he had a chance to look around the tiny flat. The living room they now sat in led into a small hallway. The first left of the hallway led to a small closet called a kitchen, kitchen felt even more tiny with a full size fridge and stove that were crammed together on the far wall. A tiny sink and microwave. took all the space on the small counter. He had a look see inside the fridge, and help himself to a beer. Not that he had a lot of choice in what he took, all the big fridge contained was beer, half a loaf of bread, and jar of pickles.
The bedroom could be found at the end of the hallway to the right. Again matching the rest of the small flat, not much there, Queen size bed, comforter looked new but very cheap looking. Was black with light blue wallflowers scribbled into a pattern. Two white pillows were neatly placed together at the head of the bed.A night stand with a small white lamp, despite its size it did give enough light to the small depressing room,
"We both smelt blood." Angel's voice brought Spikes mind back to the present.
"So since you smelt blood you decided to take a peak at my living quarters while I showered. Bit inappropriate." She crossed her arms.
Spike cocked his head when she used the term 'living quarters'. The average Joe did not describe their homes as living quarters. Typical people would have said home, house, apartment, or even cript. To describe where they lived as quarters was something people just did not say. Unless they were in the military, or even incarcerated. Spike scanned her body again, doing his best not to stare at the sexy bits. She handled herself as though she was in prison, trying to look tough, or even intimidating. She stood with her arms crossed evaluating her opponents, occasionally looking at the exits for a exit strategy. She also stood at attention, back straight, feet placed shoulder width apart, she stood ready to salute a commanding officer. But it just didn't seem to fit, there was much more to this girl.
Angel was rambling something boring about how he came across the scent of blood. Saw a figure in the dark and pursed said mystery figure. Spike wasn't interested. He was more interested in the deadly looking beauty before him. Her face was stern, muscles in her jaw line intense. Her eye gave no information but showed now and again intimidating moon light flash, just like the color of her weapons. He turned his head to see the sword still laying on the small table. That weapon and the girl in front of them looked one in the same. They both looked deadly, but elegant, and they both flashed the same moon light hue.
She unfolded her arms that where across her chest. Thats when Spike saw something new. A tattoo on her wrist, looked like cursive writing. "Interesting," Spike thought shooting his left eyebrow up. He stood and crossed over to where she was standing. He had to get a better view.
He was fully aware that she watched every movement. Her almost glowing light blue eyes seemed to capture all the movement in the room. Like a cat, who is unfamiliar to its surroundings. When he drew closer to her, he took in her scent, Jasmine. The scent was intoxicating, it wasn't a powerful overwhelming scent. But he couldn't get enough of it, her scent seem to invade every fibre of his being, from his bleach blond hair to his toes radiated everytime he took in the holy scent.
She moved her hands and tucked them behind her body. Damn! He thought, he was so preoccupied by her aroma he didn't get a good look. He narrowed his eyes in frustration. She suddenly spoke awakening him from his dilemma.
"I was out for a run, and came across two demons that were pursuing a women in an alley." She shifted her feet, "So I did what I had to. Even if that action was to blow my own cover."
"Three odd things about what you just said. First who goes for a run on rooftop? Sidewalk is more convenient. Second the blood I smell from that rag you use to clean your weapons doesn't smell like demon blood. And third blow your own cover? Who are you hiding from?" Angel interrogated.
"Vamps," she sighed. "Only going by scent, did you even bother looking at the bodies?"
"I don't see how that would made a difference." Angel stood.
"Well if you did you would have noticed they were not human." She said in a flat even tone.
"But the smell..."
"The blood was thicker, and darker than any humans, mate." Spike interrupted.
"Exactly" she said shifting her weight again to look at Spike. She flashed him a look, that Spike couldn't read. Those eyes again, piercing, penetrating, their stare seemed to expose everything about himself. He felt like he was naked in front of her, naked and laying in the dark.
"If they are demon, we need to find out why they smell and look human," He spoke slowly, "i'll take the bodies to Wolfram and Hart. See what Illyria in the lab says." He stood then examined the mystery girl.
"You still haven't told us who you are and what you are." He rubbed the stubble on his chin.
"I am a warrior on the side of truth, that is all you need to know right now. You have more pressing matters to attend to, if demons are disguising themselves as human you could have major issues." She paused, "it will be a lot harder to tell friend from foe. It wasn't a fancy glamour, they stayed in human form even after they died. If your Fred can find more differences they have to humans it would make them easier to spot, and maybe know a way to stop more from gaining this form."
Angel glanced at Spike. He knew what the glance meant. It meant we need to talk, then i'm going to rush off and be the hero. Spike sighed, but followed Angel to the door.
"I'm going to get the bodies to Fred. You stay here and watch this girl. I don't trust her, see if you can find out more about her. A human knowing about our world, and carrying those types of weapons can be very dangerous. She can't be running around till we know more."
"She isn't human for one thing." Spike spoke in a hush. Angel looked at him confused.
"The door..." He gestured to the entrance, "we walked through it without an invitation. Which means whatever she is, it isn't human." Spike pursed his lips together in thought and glanced at the girl, who just held his gaze.
"Dammit! Even more reason to watch her Spike." Angel drew closer to Spike, "don't leave her side. And keep your cell on." He said the latter with a lot of frustration, Spike had to smile. He loved playing phone tag with Angel.
Angel then turned to the girl nodded, and left through the heavy door.
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Armaita was left alone with Spike. She didn't like this, this wasn't how it was suppose to be. She was to reveal herself on her time, so she could control the situation and environment. Meeting him in her quarters, in a towel is not at all she wanted. Now she was alone with him.
"So love, what do you do here for fun?" He scanned the room, "I don't see a telly, so watching passions is out the window." He settled his eyes back on her.
She crossed her arms, feeling very uncomfortable and exposed. He wasn't shy to look at her body, he wasn't shy about anything. So she did the same, she let her eyes wander the body of the vampire she had studied for over a century. She studied the scar above his eye, that scar was a living memory of the beginning reign of William the Bloody. Xin Rong was a warrior, one of the best Slayers. Her devotion to her destiny and to her family made her one of the greatest. That is till the demon that stood before her killed her, he was a killer. His signature smirk crept along his face. She now knew letting her eyes wander was a bad decision. Best to gain the upper hand in this situation.
"Just because your boss left, don't think anything funny is going to happen." She smiled inside as the world boss had the desired effect. His grin was nowhere to be found.
"Boss! Ah Bloody hell women! He is NOT my boss." He turned in frustration, but having a thought popped into his head he whirled back around, "infact pet I am, his boss!"
His breathing came in huffs. "Boss! Angel my boss! Ya in his dreams."
Armaita crossed the room to where she left the blades unattended. She felt the vampires eyes on her. She enjoyed his study of her, she could feel his questions radiate and burn. She enjoyed playing the mystery. As she relished she inspected the blades. The silver blue metal glistened in the light of her small apartment. They looked like average steel but a closer look would reveal their supernatural nature.
"Fine blade, pet." Spike had moved extremely close to her back. "What kind of metal is that? It's unnatural."
"These blades were forged from my people, excellent craftsmanship, don't you agree?" She turned into him, offering him a closer look.
"Ya, nice." He didn't even look at the weapon but locked his eyes on hers. Her breath remained steady despite her heart beating against her breast. She cursed her body for betraying her. She remained eyes locked on the killer.
He slowly raised his hand, brushed the back of her hand with his in a tender embrace. She didn't like not being in control, but there was something about him that made her skin flame. She continued to look deeply into his blue eyes. She then saw what she was searching for, a glitter, and flash of gold protruded near his iris. "There! There is his soul." She smiled at her discovery.
As if knowing her thoughts he cleared his throat to interrupt her. "May I?"
She looked down at her hands, she was still holding her knife. His hands were under hers , not in an embrace as she had thought, but they were waiting for her to relinquish her weapon for his inspection.
"Ah yes," she dropped the weapon in his hands.
He examined the blade closely. "I only know of one slayer who was very skillful with a sword." He cocked his eyebrow up and looked at her intently.
She crossed her arms,"You and I both know I am neither Slayer, nor human."
Chapter 2
Spike landed as softly as he could on the roof. He cursed when he realized how loud he was. He was never known for grace. He looked around the dark rooftop, at door the petite little bird flew into was shut tightly.
Tonight was complete. He happened to be on his way to see Clem, when he smelt the blood. He followed the scent to an abandoned alley. He found two bodies, both decapitated with one blow and disposed of. They looked human but when he examined the remains something wasn't quite right. Blood smelt like human but the texture was way off. Thats when he smelt Angel's scent. He really didn't enjoy seeing his gran-sire, he didn't trust Angel as far... well as far Zander could throw him. But if Angel is watching someone from a distance, and they smelt of blood. He best have his guard up.
He sauntered up to the door and gave a super natural pull. Easily the door gave in to his strength and the entrance was open to him.
Inside he was met with a low buzzing hum of the fluorescent lights. He cursed again. Damn lights, always played with his vision. He blinked.
"What are we doing? She's in the shower can't just walk in." Angel spoke in a hush tone, behind him.
Spike rolled his eye. Angel the hero, giving girls everywhere privacy even if they could be stone cold killers.
"Come on mate, you didn't want to see more?" Spike turned and raised his eyebrow in question. "Besides, she's a woman she'll be in there for awhile."
Spike turned again, following the aroma of blood to flat # 33.
"Don't break the door this time."
Angel stepped close to the door, and produced a lock picking kit from inside his jacket. Spike pursed his lips together and scanned the hallway while the old vampire worked on the door knob. Within a couple of moments the door released its hold, and the two slipped inside.
Spike blinked around the small living room. "Not much here, isn't the lavish lifestyle type eh?"
The small room contained a black futon, looking out of place in a livingroom, and should have been in a therapy session. It contained a small blue plush blanket that draped over the back of the uncomfortable sofa. Next to the sofa was a tiny black coffee table, that looked cheaply made and put together. On the small humble table sat the blades. Which Angel was already examining.
Spike raised his eyebrow and glanced behind him. In the corner of the room, next to the door stood a coat rack, He went over to it. She had one coat a black small leather jacket. He traced the zipper down. His mind wandered to Buffy. She would have worn something similar, His mind flash of images of her smile, her eyes locked on to his, her passion. He missed her and loved her so much his soul ached.
He shook the memories out of his head, and sighed,
His eyes drifted to the left, turned his head to the side. Something wasn't right. He narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips together. The door. What was it? He studied the metal door. There was nothing unusual about it, was just a door...
A door he and Angel had just walked though... without invitation.
*Click*
Spike cocked his head to the left. He knew that clicking noise. He stiffened, that was the noise of a gun being cocked.
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Armaita knew the instant they were in her apartment. Two demons, vampires to be exact. She could hear their steps on the title floor. No breathing, definitely vampire. She quickly left the shower, but left the water running as to not raise their suspicion. Grabbing her grey cotton towel from the door hanger. As she wrapped herself, she spotted her ankle holster with her Bersa .380. She thanked her lucky stars that she had forgot to take it off and took the piece in the bathroom with her.
She gathered the cold steel, and steadied herself. It wasn't a wooden stake but it would have to slow them down till she reached the kitchen, where she left her stake collection.
A breath, and out.
The door flew open without a sound. She came toe to toe to a brown hair, brown eye man, Standing approximately 6 feet. Black boots, black jeans, black snug fit tee, with a black leather jacket. His hair was fashionably spiked up, seemed like every hair on his head was in the exact place as it should be. He had a very handsome and attractive face, She knew this face, she was standing in front of the Angelous! Every muscle contracted ready for any sign of a fight from this demon. Her breathing steadied, as she held the gun professionally with both hands and locked on to the creatures heart.
But Angelous did something she hadn't anticipated he raised both hands in surrender. He looked surprised and shocked as his eye grazed over her towel covered body. He cocked his head slowly over his left shoulder and spoke to someone out of her view by the door.
"Girls always shower quickly, huh? Do they always go in the shower armed with a deadly weapon?"
Armaita looked to where he was speaking to. Her heart froze when she heard the low voice thick with accent, voice of Spike.
"No mate, not unless I go in with them." The voice sneered.
Angel rolled his eyes, but his arms remained raised.
Spike came into view of the tiny hallway. He stood little shorter then Angelous. He still had his signature slick back bleached blond hair. His big dark eyebrows raised at the sight of her, probably because she was in a towel. He pursed his lips together and then licked his lips. She immediately felt uncomfortable, he was looking at her like his next meal. She remained cold on the outside. But inside she was ablaze. This was William... William the Bloody. This was why she was sent here to Los Angeles, this man who now stared intensely at her biting his lip. He was her mission.
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Spike liked what he saw. First Angel with his hands raised in surrender. And second a dripping wet girl, who had her gun trained on Angel.
"Well go ahead love," he gestured to Angel, "shoot!"
He smiled when Angel coughed out a big "HEY!"
"Oh come on mate, it wont kill ya." Spike rolled his eyes and looked back at the girl. She stood about 5"5', he could see her athleticism in every inch of her body the towel wasn't covering. Her eyes gazed only once at him, deep blue eyes flashed a sudden and deep emotion inside him. He stared at her face. Her wet blond hair was stringy and stuck to her face. He watched her eyes, begging for her to look at his direction again. But she didn't
She let out a sigh and lowered her weapon. Her eyes stayed trained on Angels face. Spike rolled his eyes, typical. "Couldn't have let one little bullet go pet?" He mumbled under his breath.
As
As if not hearing his little joke, she remained all business. "Tell me why I have Angelous, and William the bloody in my hallway?"
Chapter 1
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.
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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