Disclaimer: I own none of the Mutant Enemy characters. Joss owns them all and I assure everyone that I am getting no money whatsoever from this story.

Author's Note: This story takes place as part of Kantayra's Seventh Slayer Universe. If you haven't read The Seventh Slayer, then I suggest you do that first. Not just because this story is the sequel to that story, but just because it kicks all forms of ass. Trust me, I wouldn't want to continue someone else's story unless it was that awesome.

Ajaya the Vampire Slayer

Prologue

Todd Smartt was not the kind of person who was easily made nervous. Normally, he presented himself with a very calm demeanor. However, it was a mix of anticipation and excitement that had somehow caused his nerves to go into overdrive. Tapping his foot, he looked up at the clock on the wall for what could have been the hundredth time.

Todd watched as a second ticked by on the clock. He waited in vain for another second to tick by. The hand remained still. He began to slowly count in his head. He got to six before the hand inched forward again. Todd took a deep breath and put his head down. He performed a mental exercise that he had known since he was ten years old. Finishing, he looked around him at the crowded Liverpool Airport. The crowds moved around at a very normal pace.

Sitting up and throwing his blonde head back, Todd let out a long sigh of relief. The tall, slim twenty-year old had always been a very patient person. Currently, he noticed that more anxious he became, the more his nerves fled the scene.

"Think fast." Todd heard a familiar working class English accent and turned his head in time to see a set of keys about two inches from his head. With incredible reflexes, Todd grabbed the keys out of the air before they connected with his face.

"Reflexes are just as sharp as ever," a young man about the same age as Todd commented on the results of his impromptu test. He had light brown hair and was a few inches shorter than Todd but seemed to have slightly more muscle mass.

"You're late," Todd said to the Englishman.

"Nice to see you too," he said in response. "Sorry we can't all be blessed with a mystical stick up our arse that lets us be unbelievably anal about little things like punctuality."

The two men stared at each other for a few seconds, thick tension between them. Then, suddenly, a grin cracked on both of their faces and they embraced like two brothers who hadn't seen each other in years.

"Good to see you, Rocky," Todd said to his friend after they let each other go.

"You too, mate," Rocky said as he sat down in the seat next to Todd's. "How was your flight?"

"I got a window seat, but I was next to a guy who should have just bought two seats," Todd explained as he took his seat.

"Rough deal," Rocky sympathized for his friend. He looked across at the clock on the wall and then down to his watch. "I guess I'm not the only one who's late. Their plane should have gotten here 45 minutes ago."

Todd nodded in agreement. He poked his head up and looked towards the terminal where people were beginning to enter the airport. "I think they're here," Todd said as he again stood up, slinging a backpack over his shoulder.

The two friends walked toward the unloading area and looked through the large crowd of disembarking passengers, searching for a familiar face. They spotted two such faces just as the bulk of the people were beginning to crowd the area.

"Well, well, well," Dade Bradford said, happiness evident on his face, "what do you think, Heath? From the looks of their lack of scars, they've been in about three, maybe four battles. Oh wait, maybe I was wrong about Rocky. He looks really beat up around his…oh wait, no, that's just his nose."

Dade gave Rocky a smile to let him know he was kidding and then hugged him. Heath did the same with Todd. Dade wasn't as tall as Todd, but he was taller than Rocky. His hair was a brownish red and his face seemed like it was almost always sporting a carefree grin. Heath was about as tall as Todd and had very dark hair. Although he wasn't always grinning like an idiot, his expression was a reflection of his kindness.

"So," Dade said as he clapped his hands together. "What's the plan for this evening?"

Rocky gave him a sly smile. "Come on, like you don't already know."

* * *

The pub that the four traveled to wasn't exactly a large establishment. Although not very crowded, there were a fair number of people inside. The interior wasn't run down, but it wasn't the fanciest inn of the area. Rocky frequented this bar for just that reason. He couldn't stand the ultra-trendy places that seemed to be popping up on every street corner. While Heath and Rocky sat at the far end of the bar, Dade stood behind Todd as he played pool.

"Should have known Rocky would do this to me," Dade said as he shook his head. "The first real leave I get from SCBI in two years. You think that I would get the chance to look for a little bit of action that wasn't coming from a vampire or a demon whose name I can't even pronounce. But of course, this is Rocky that we're talking about."

"There're some girls over there," Todd said as he lined up his shot, indicating what direction he was talking about with his head. "I think that they're with their boyfriends, though. I don't think this is exactly a swinging singles place." Todd took his shot and sank the thirteen ball. His opponent and his opponent's buddy each took another long drink of their beers. They didn't exactly look happy about the score of the game.

"Hmmm," Dade said as he took a long look at one of the girls. "Not bad, not bad at all."

Todd looked over at the girl that Dade was eyeing up. She was very attractive with deep brown eyes and long brown hair. The boy who was obviously her boyfriend said something to her, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and then walked over towards the bar with his friends.

"Too bad she has a boyfriend," Todd commented as he took another shot, sinking both the ten ball and the fourteen.

"That just makes it more fun," Dade said as he left his friend with a wicked grin. He walked towards the three girls at the table and grabbed the back of one of the empty chairs. "Hey, are you using this chair?"

"No," the girl that Dade had set his sights on told him. "You can take it."

"Thanks," Dade said, as he pulled the chair back and sat down in it, giving the girl a flirtatious smile. She laughed a little while Dade began to do what he did best.

* * *

"So how has life been treating you?" Rocky asked Heath as he took a gulp of his drink.

"Same as it's always been," Heath said, drinking some of his Guinness. "Although actual field work on a team is a bit different than I expected. My brothers and sisters didn't exactly paint the clearest picture."

Rocky nodded his head in agreement. "I know what you mean. Growing up it seemed so huge. Now it's just no big deal."

"The grass is always greener," Heath said without finishing the old phrase.

"So how has your family been?" Rocky and Heath had spent the evening trying to catch up on each other's lives.

"Everyone is scattered all over the place," Heath explained. "Chloe was promoted to a field leader in Capetown. Duncan is staying in Tokyo even though a lot of people are signing on to new assignments. I think my dad has been pulling some strings to keep me out of any seriously dangerous assignments."

Rocky laughed. "I know the feeling. One of the downsides of being from a Scooby family, especially if you are a Scooby baby."

Heath nodded. He looked over at his friend's empty drink and called over the bartender while pulling out some money. "What are you drinking?" Heath asked Rocky.

"Scotch," Rocky told him.

Heath laughed. "What are you, like fifty?"

"What can I say," Rocky said as he took a sip of his new drink. "I learned to drink on my father's knee."

The two laughed together just like they did as they were growing up. Heath and Rocky had been friends for as far back as they could remember. Their quiet demeanors and similar personalities had brought them together at a very early age.

Rocky and Heath's reminiscing was cut short, though, when they heard a loud argument behind them. Heath sighed, knowing what he would turn to see without even having to hear Dade's voice.

"Calm down, buddy," Dade said to a very angry boyfriend. "No need to for everyone to lose their temper."

"You need to stay the Hell away from my girlfriend," the man said back to him in an English accent. He looked to be about twenty five years old and in very good shape.

"That's funny," Dade said, not liking the other man's attitude, "I don't remember seeing your name anywhere on her." He began to look at the girl in a very lewd way. "Not yet at least."

With that last comment the boyfriend had it and swung at Dade's head. Dade easily dodged the blow. The tipsy man tried to hit Dade again, this time coming a little too close for comfort.

"Come on Buddy," Dade said. "Take it easy."

Dade's attacker did not show signs of backing down. Dade continued to back up till he was up against the wall. The jealous boyfriend was coming at him quick with two of his friends right behind him. With a sigh, Dade gave up on his pacifist approach. Blocking his attacker's punch with his forearm, Dade delivered a punch of his own. Although Dade tried his best to suppress his preternatural strength, the blow was still incredibly hard.

Unfortunately, once the boyfriend went down, his two friends as well as some other patrons of the bar started to advance on Dade. Dade took out the two friends with a leg sweep and met another attacker with a jab to the stomach, followed by a blow to the head. As more drunks began to approach him, he found it increasingly tedious to hold back.

While everyone in the bar was now watching the spectacle that Dade was causing, Todd's opponents had gotten sick of him. While Todd was sinking the eight ball, winning his third game in a row, a guy was coming up quick behind him, ready to punch him in the head. While still leaned over, Todd's eye rolled over and caught sight of the man behind him. While the bitter pool player was still in mid swing, Todd swung around, pool cue in hand, and connected with the man's legs, knocking him to the ground. The guy's friend moved to hit Todd too, but with unnatural speed and grace, Todd made short work of him while using the pool cue as a staff. Once both men were on the ground, Todd looked over to Dade who was now incredibly outnumbered. Dropping the pool cue, Todd was at his friend's side before the stick even hit the ground. At the bar, Rocky and Heath were still calmly drinking.

"Think we should get involved?" Heath asked as he set his drink down.

"What's this 'we'?" Rocky asked. "You are the one with the super strength."

Heath didn't look as a man crashed into the bar right next to him. Dade, a little annoyed with Heath and Rocky just idly sitting, had purposed knocked him in their direction. With a sigh, Heath grabbed the man by the collar while he was standing up and head butted him in one fluid motion, leaving the man unconscious. Dropping him to the ground, Heath made his way over to help his friends.

While all of his friends were now outnumbered in an all-out barroom brawl, Rocky continued to sit at the bar staring directly in front of him, occasionally taking a sip from his drink. He listened to the sounds of the fight for a while and then eventually looked down at his watch. He was in the middle of a rather long drink when he noticed that Todd had been tossed against the bar. Looking in the mirror behind the bar, Rocky caught sight of the man running at the disoriented Todd with a bar stool. Without removing the drink from his lips, Rocky held his other hand out behind him. The bar stool that was in the man's hand now flew back into one of his friend's faces.

"Tomorrow is going to be ugly," Rocky said as he reluctantly stood up and joined the fray.

* * *

"I cannot believe you four," Tony Giles screamed at the barroom fighters the next day in his contemporarily decorated office. "Of all the immature, low class acts that you could have committed, it had to be in a way that could become so public."

"Bloody Hell, Uncle Tony," Rocky Giles said to his uncle while rolling his eyes. "Calm down. It's not like we were out there in SCBI uniforms or anything."

Tony Giles glared at his nephew. "No Rockefeller, you're correct. However, when you made the nephew of a Parliament member lose his bowel control, it was a fairly good indication that you were a warlock."

Dade suddenly burst out laughing. "No shit," he said looking towards Rocky, "I didn't see that."

Tony continued, ignoring Dade's outburst. "I've already been contacted by a reporter from CNN asking for my statement on the matter. Hopefully, some of our contacts there will be able to bury the story before it airs. If it makes the airways, Fletcher Price is going to have my nuts in a vice."

For some reason, thinking about Fletcher putting Tony in that uncomfortable position made Heath laugh.

"I don't know why you're laughing, Mr. Angel," Tony turned his attention to Heath. "I would expect more out of you judging from the merit of your family."

Heath Angel didn't have any response for Tony. He was right; no one else in Heath's family would have gotten involved in something so stupid.

Tony let out a long sigh as he sat at his desk. He squeezed the bridge of his nose and looked down at some of the papers in front of him. Suddenly, he knew how to discipline the boys.

"You all need to get back to your rooms and pack up whatever things you unpacked," Tony told them. "I am going to have you reassigned."

Dade was outraged. "You can't do that!" he said to him. "We all just came off two years of probational duty. We deserve some time off."

"You did deserve some time off," Tony said to him, "And you blew it last night. Now you are all going to be transferred to our Tokyo branch. They are in need of new operatives."

The four exchanged looks. They weren't sure if they had heard Tony right. They were going to be stationed together? It was almost too good to be true.

"Wait," Todd said, wanting to make sure that he hadn't misunderstood. "We're all going to be stationed together?"

"It's better if Price deals with you instead of me," Tony said as he began to work on the necessary paper work. "Now get out of my sight before I think of something else to yell at you for."

Without another word, the four left Giles' office. Once they were out in the hall, they let out their excitement over being together again after two years apart.

"The only problem is that I don't know how to speak Chinese," Dade said with a laugh.

"Or Japanese," Rocky corrected with a smile.

* * *

Ajaya the Vampire Slayer paid the taxi driver and practiced her Japanese by thanking him as he dropped her off in front of the SCBI Tokyo compound. Whereas the New York compound looked like a large Victorian mansion, this compound was a large Japanese palace. Picking up all of her bags with her Slayer strength, Ajaya Gupta made her way to the entrance gates, wondering what she would find inside.

Author's Note: Yeah, I know I already had a note at the beginning. Anyway, please review and tell me what you think of this story. I'm writing it at the same time as my Sunnydale series so I don't know when it will be finished. Anyway, Kantayra's website is in my user profile. Click on my name and go to the official Seventh Slayer website. And although I already mentioned it, please leave me a review if you liked the story. If you didn't like the story, definitely review. I want to know how to make it better.