Disclaimer: I own this story but not the characters contained within...they sure don't belong to me or I'd actually have money!

A/N: I'm not sure what all will be in this story so I'm gonna give you a warning to cover most of it. This story may or may not contain fluff, a sense of humor, or a lemon. It WILL contain language and violence. Obviously, this will be AU and the pairing...AxS, as if you didn't know. :)

Tears Of An Angel

Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

Seras, Victoria was on her way home from her job as a lounge singer in the local club, The Glass House. She was wearing a tight black tee shirt, flare legged blue jeans, a blue jean jacket and her favorite black heeled boots. Her heels clicked, echoing on the continuing sidewalk. Looking at her watch, it was briefly after two am. Sean's going to have a fit, she thought. It was much later than she'd originally told him, but, oh well, he'd have to get over it.

Seras had been with her boyfriend, Sean Flanery for about two years. They were mostly happy and in love with the exception of a few temper explosions. Other than that, everything was great! Her being late was one of the few things that pissed him off bad enough to start an argument. Which, to Seras, there was no point in arguing and she detested it. So she tried to keep things smooth and she attempted to keep him happy. Trouble was, she couldn't seem to give him the one thing he truly wanted...intimacy. She just wasn't ready to part with her virginity. Something the blond had stubbornly clung to throughout her life and it just wasn't a commodity to be sold to the highest bidder or the first one to offer either.

Her solitary trek continued on as she made her way to her apartment where Sean was waiting. Every step she took, she couldn't help but to feel a heavy rock of uneasiness sinking down to the pit of her stomach. Every step, the feeling sank lower and felt heavier. Glancing around, the worn out girl expected to see a few other people scattered on the streets heading home after a late night, but there was no one.

Fog was beginning to rise and settle in from the ocean. The temperature remaining steadily cool with the wind slightly blowing. The wind as it moved, gave a swirling life to the grayish-white haze. In Seras's eyes, parts of the fog appeared to be fingers and they seemed to be reaching out for her. With this sudden, unexpected fog, Seras was creeped out. She just knew some person would be a jerk, jumping out at her and scaring the hell out of her. Then, after she recovered from her fright, she'd rear back and punch their face for their stupidity!

Never feeling so alone in her life, Seras, in all her foolishness, called out,"Hello. Is anyone out there?" Nothing. Only silence greeted her inquisition. Quickening her pace, she hoped to reach her apartment soon or she just might faint from being scared out of her mind! All her life Seras had loved the night. As a little girl she'd go out late, shortly after the midnight hour to stargaze, one of her favorite hobbies. The twinkling lights were easier to see in the country than the city with all the street lights and high rise buildings projecting and reflecting light bright enough to interfere with her hobby.

The blond walked even faster as she heard footsteps falling behind her. Fear choked her throat and not a sound could her voice make. Terror clamped down hard on her heart; pumping adrenaline and rushing it through her body. All her muscles felt geared up for some unknown attacker. Seras felt the urge to strike first and then run like hell, but she hadn't a clue how much distance lay between them. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks. Forcing herself to turn around she saw no one. And the footsteps had ceased with no other sound.

The wind gently lifted Seras's short hair tousling it and causing it to appear like she'd just rolled out of bed. That same breeze stirred the edges of her jacket moving the ends back and forth in it's silent playfulness. Looking down at the sidewalk, "Chill, Seras! There's nobody but you. Nobody but you. Get that through your thick head."

Immediately following her short conversation with herself, she felt a pair of phantom fingers caressing her neck. Frightened, Seras closed her eyes. But at the same time, she found she enjoyed the touch. The young girl, however, was having trouble convincing herself that it was just the wind and nothing more. A darkly, haunting voice echoed in her mind.

"Just the wind, hmm? Is it or isn't it?" The voice laughed at her confusion.

Chuckles filled with sadistic amusement filled her mind and the air around her. Seras's fear felt no bounds. Glancing down, her hands were trembling so badly that she was sure that a fainting spell was imminent. "Hello? Anyone there?" Once again, no answer. This gave her a small boost in courage needed to address the entity or person responsible for the attack on her and her senses. "Who are you? Show yourself."

Each time, her questions or requests were met in silence. Seras was growing aggravated and agitated fast. Raising her head high in what she hoped was an act of defiance, she loudly stated, "Whoever or whatever you are I'm not afraid of you. So back off!"

Facing front, her feet began the familiar journey home again. As soon as her heels pounded the sidewalk, the steps behind her resumed. She stopped. They stopped. There was definitely a pattern involved and the guilty person refused to speak or get close enough for her to make any sort of educated guess on who it was. Seras muttered, "Hell with this! I'm getting out of here!"

The spritely blond broke into a sprint attempting to put some distance between her and whoever was stalking her. As she ran, she listened for feet pounding the pavement, only she could hear nothing but the sound of her boots. Chancing a glimpse around, she'd noticed the fog had become thicker and darker. This was extremely weird she thought. They'd never had this kind of fog here in England before.

Seras was still running as hard as she could. There was a street corner approaching fast. A form dressed in black jumped out at her; causing her to scream. Her attacker slapped a hand over her mouth and shoved her into the alleyway and against the wall.

His raspy voice spoke harshly to her. "Shut up and don't say a word! You speak and I'll slit your throat. Understood?"

Seras nodded her head rapidly to show her understanding. She was afraid. That was for sure, but anger was bubbling up too. Anger that this man was doing this to her of all people.

Violently, he shook her to prove his point and drive it home. He pulled a knife and placed it on her throat. "Now, give me all your money and anything else valuable and I just might let you live."

Playing the meek little girl, she asked, "Really?" Appearing grateful for offer just laid on the table, she waited until he'd let go of her and then she kicked him square in the balls. Shoving him to the ground, she hauled ass; running like her life depended on it, which it did. She could hear him yelling death threats and insults, such as the infamous "bitch" word. Could he not come up with anything better than that?

One minute, he'd been rolling around on the ground in agony and the next, Seras slowed down enough to turn her head and grab a look. Surprised, she put on more speed because the villain was on her heels like a hound from hell!

Out of nowhere, Seras was pushed by an unseen pair of hands and she hit the concrete hard. Her head hit the pavement harder than any other part of her body. Excruciating pain resounded in her head, her vision swam and then she passed out cold. She never heard the sounds of her attacker being pummeled by an unknown rescuer, nor did she witness his calls and cries for help.

The shadow hissed in displeasure at the mortal's attempt to harm Seras. He mesmerized the robber to come closer. Standing closer than arm's length apart, the shadow grabbed the male human. Rearing back, he struck without mercy, without leniency. No pardon for him. No excuses. Nothing. Drinking enough to insure his survival, the dark form stared into the cutthroat's eyes and persuaded him to take a walk in the street.

The thief had no sooner began his walk when he was struck with a bus; spreading blood and guts while satisfying the dark form's cruel streak.

With the trash dealt with, the shadow went to the young girl's side. Bending down, he deftly picked her up in his taut arms holding her close. Instantly, his fury calmed at being so near to her. Feeling her body shaking from the trauma she'd experienced almost caused him to lose control again. That wouldn't be good since there was no one close by to take his anger on; making some soul pay for the mortal trespass regarding the blond in his arms.

Slowly she stirred, awakening little by little to glance around at her surroundings. Hearing a deep laugh, she looked up to see blood red eyes gazing at her. Her eyes widened at the color of his orbs staring down at her through narrowed eyes. The man holding her smiled showing a hint of fangs. Hysteria opened up and downed her in one gulp.

The man spoke and tried to calm her down. "Glad to see you're still in one piece, Seras. I'd have been extremely disappointed to find you otherwise."

Finding her voice, she said with a small voice, "Who are you?"

Amused by her curiosity, he answered, "A dream, Seras, just a dream. Go back to sleep." Locking his crimson colored eyes with her bright blue ones, he caught hold of her will and imposed his on top of it. "Seras, you want to sleep. When you get home, you will sleep through the night until you awaken later today." He pushed his command hard to break her stubborn will. He felt it sway and then it gave completely. Success! "Now, I want you to repeat what I just told you." Patiently he waited to hear his command repeated back to him.

"I want to sleep. When I get home, I'll sleep all night and awaken later today."

Beaming, he said, "Excellent! Now...sleep." His seductive voice had dropped below the irresistible pitch and she didn't stand a chance to refuse anything he commanded while under the influence of that voice. Looking down, he saw she'd obeyed and went back to sleep.

Disappearing into the fog, the tall, dark figure headed in the direction of Seras's apartment. Moments later they arrived. Setting her down in the doorway, ever so gently, the shadowed man bent down further to kiss her forehead and then her lips. It was the type of kiss that lover's parting bestowed on each other.

Regretfully, he straightened up and rang the doorbell and hid in the shadows. He wanted to make sure she was found and wasn't left there all night.

Moments later the door swung open and a young man about twenty-five or twenty-six, dark brown hair and vivid blue eyes was staring down at Seras in worry and dismay. "Seras? What happened? Are you okay?"

Sean couldn't wake her so he scooped her up carefully, carried her inside and shut the door behind them.

The shadow mentally swore that he'd return for her. She belonged to him and with him. Seras was his angel. An angel sent to save him. He just hoped she'd try to save him. After all, would what's left of him be worth saving? The mysterious figure disappeared using the shadows to head home and get some rest for the upcoming day.

A/N: This was just a little something that hit me a couple of nights ago and I'll probably due a few chaps. I just don't know how many. A lot of that will weigh heavily on how many people review and if they like it or not. Anyway, thanx for reading...r/r... please... :)