Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Nor Angel and his friends, nor Lois Lane. But I can wish, right? *sigh*

A/N: That's it. I had this idea a long time ago and it was starting to bug me. This is sort of a crossover between Smallville and Angel, both shows that I like. I just brought Lois Lane, my favorite character, and turned he rinto a Slayer. No, this story won't have any other Smallville characters, so no Clark!

About the timelines.. huh... Just pretend that the season 4 of Smallville happened at the same time season 1 of Angel did, but instead of Lois going to investigate Chloe's death, she ended up in LA. And I don't know what her age is, so just pretend it's 19. Oh, and I'm from Brazil, so if you find any spelling mistakes, just contact me and I'll be happy to correct. Feedback is appreciated!

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Two more.

Two more dustings and two less vampires to worry about. Even so, Angel didn't feel like it made a real difference. Of course, he had saved those girls, but their blood… Too tempting.

Angel shook his head as he entered his apartment. He just couldn't have those thoughts on his head. He took off his long black coat and starts undoing the empty wrist sheathes where two stakes had previously been. He walked over the weapons cabinet and took of his shirt, revealing a black muscle shirt under it. He dropped it on the sofa and suddenly stopped when his vampire senses sensed someone in the room. He tensed his muscles and turned around, ready to face the intruder. What he saw he wasn't expecting.

"I like the place." Said the man with an Irish accent. "I mean it's not much with the view, but it has a nice bat-cave sort of an air to it."

"Who are you?" Angel asked.

He noticed that the man was playing with a deck of cards in his hands. The man simply answered, "Doyle."

Angel fully turned around, "You don't smell human."

The man – Doyle – said back, "Now that's a bit rude. So happens that I am very much human." Then Doyle sneezed, spikes popping out all over his face. "On my mother's side." He shook his head and all the spikes disappeared.

He walked past Angel, "Well, I come in uninvited, so you know I'm not a vampire like yourself."

"What do you want?"

"I've been sent. – By the Powers That Be."

"The powers that be what?" Angel asked, his patience losing bit by bit.

"Let me tell you a little bedtime story."

"But I'm not sleepy."

"Once upon a time there was a vampire. And he was the meanest vampire in all the land. All the other vampires were afraid of him; he was such a - bastard. Then one day he's cursed – by gypsies. They restore his human soul. And all of a sudden he is mad with guilt. You know: 'What have I done?' You know, he's freaked."

Angel sat down on the sofa, "Okay. Now I'm sleepy."

"Yeah, well, it's a fairly dull tale. It needs a little sex, is my feeling. So sure enough: enter the girl. Pretty little blonde thing," He whistles, "Vampire Slayer by trade. And our vampire falls madly in love with her. Eventually the two of them, - well, they get fleshy with one another. Well, I guess the technical term is perfect happiness. But when our boy gets there, he goes bad again. He kills again. It's ugly. So when he gets his soul back for the second time, he figures hey, he can't be any where near Miss young puppy eyes without endangering them both. So what does he do? He takes off. Goes to LA." He picks up a knife, "To fight evil - and atone for his crimes. He's a shadow, - a faceless champion of the hapless human race. – Say you wouldn't have a beer of any kind in here, would you?"

The vampire shook his head, "No."

"Come on, you must have something besides pig's blood!"

Angel got up from the sofa and followed Doyle into the kitchen, "Okay. You've told me the story of my life, but since I was there, I already knew. So why aren't I kicking you out?"

Doyle looked into the refrigerator and saw two bags of blood, "Because now I'm going to tell you what happens next. You see this vampire, he thinks he's helping. Fighting the demons. Staying away from the humans so as not to be tempted. Doing penance in his little - cell. But he's cut off. From every thing. From the people he's trying to help."

"I still save 'em. Who cares if I don't stop to chat."

"When was the last time you drank blood?"

"Buffy." Angel whispered, the memories of the sweet slayer's blood flowing into his mouth entered his head.

"Left you with a bit of a craving, didn't it? Let me tell you something, pal, that craving is going to grow and one day soon one of those helpless victims that you don't really care about is going to look way too appetizing to turn down. And you'll figure, hey! What's one against all I've saved? Might as well eat them. I'm still ahead by the numbers!" He paused, "You know I'm parched from all this yakking, man. Let's go treat me to a Billy Dee."

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He and Doyle had gone out of the apartment and had grabbed something from one of those little stores that are open for the entire night. More like, Doyle had grabbed something and Angel was following with the hope to find some answers.

"I want to know who sent you." Said Angel.

Doyle answered, "I'm honestly not sure. They don't speak to me direct. I get - visions. Which is to say great splitting migraines that come with pictures. A name – a face. I don't know who sends them. I just know whoever sends them is more powerful than me or you, and their just trying to make things right."

"Why me?"

"Because you've got potential. And the balance sheet isn't exactly in your favor."

"Well why you?" Angel stopped, making Doyle stop too.

"We all got something to atone for." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper "Had a vision this morning. When the blinding pain stopped I wrote this down."

Angel grabbed the piece of paper and read it, "What's this?"

"It's an address, duh. An alley, more likely."

"What do I do?"

"There's a girl there that needs your help. She was being attacked by a couple of vampire. Or seven."

"But what do I do?"

"You go save the girl, big boy."

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Lois Lane hated those nights. Everything was foggy and the streets were deserted. She was never the kind of girl that was scared easily, but when it comes to L.A., the best thing to do is be precautious. Or have super-strength, like she did.

It all started a few months ago; when she started have some freaky dreams about young girls battling forces of evil. After that, came the super-strength, when she 'accidentally' hit the alarm clock a little too hard and it smashed into tiny pieces.

Her strength had been showing at another times too, like in her morning exercises when she ran a little bit more faster and longer than any normal girl could, or when she punched the punch-bag and it fell of its haste.

Anyway, even with her newly-found strength she didn't like being alone in a place like this.

And hey, considering the seven men approaching her, her thoughts were quite right.

I hate when I'm right.

"Look what we've got here, boys. Snack!" One of the men spoke. Hold on, did he just growled?

Lois rolled her eyes, "Look buddy, I'm not really in mood for all this. Why don't we just go home and take a nice long bath, huh?"

"Now now, princess. Don't be like that."

"Listen pal, I'm not your princess. And if you ever--" Her voice trailed off as the man stepped into the dim light of the street lamp revealing his deformed face. "Uh… What the heck is wrong with your face?"

"A feisty one, I like that." The man, possibly the leader, smirked, showing his teeth. And fangs – Lois noticed.

He approached her and grabbed her shoulders, slowly approaching her neck. Before he could do something, Lois kneeled him in the gut. Hard.

"Ouch!" The guy cried out obviously in pain. "You're gonna pay for that, bitch! Get her!"

Lois noticed the other six men getting closer and closer to her, so she did the one thing she was best on. Started fighting for dear life.

She punched the leader and kicked two others coming by her sides. She kept throwing punches and kicks at everyone who got closer to her, not caring about holding back her super-strength since these guys were almost as strong as her.

Unfortunately, two of them manage to grab her arms by coming behind while she was distracted. Their hold was firm and strong and she had absolutely no way of escaping this time.

I'm screwed.

"Slayer." The leader hissed, whipping out some blood from his mouth.

What the heck was a Slayer?

"Okay, I think we might have a little misunderstanding here. I'm not a Slayer. Whatever that is."

"You're going to die." He said as he took a step forward.

"Die? A little harsh, don't cha think?"

The men simply ignored her and grabbed her hair, forcing her head to the side exposing her throat. He bared his fangs ready to bite…

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a voice spoke from behind making the man stop and turn around, only to face the dark figure standing in the alley.

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Angel had looked around the address that Doyle gave to him at least three times and he still hadn't found anything. He was going to turn around, enter the car, drive back to his apartment and do something to Doyle when his vampire senses caught a fight going on.

He jumped on the rooftop of a building to watch the fight and it wasn't what he was expecting.

There were seven vampires and a girl standing in the alley, the girl was throwing punches and kicks furiously, while the vampires were trying to reach said girl without getting hit.

Soon two vampires managed to grab the girl from behind and hold her still. The leader of the group approached the girl and said, "Slayer."

Angel finally realized that the girl must have been a Slayer to know how to fight like that.

The girl responded, "Okay, I think we might have a little misunderstanding here. I'm not a Slayer. Whatever that is."

Angel also realized that the girl didn't know that she was a Slayer. If she did, she already would have staked those vamps by now.

"You're going to die." Said the vampire leader as he stepped forward.

"Die? A little harsh, don't cha think?" Said the girl, fear evident in her voice.

Angel knew that that was the time to act, or the girl was really going to die. He jumped from the roof and landed on his feet. As he grabbed the stake hid in his coat he spoke, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

The vampire turned startled to Angel, which grabbed a stake and plunged into the nearest vampire's heart. The girl watched in awe as the vamp turned to dust. Angel began hitting the others vampires, and dusting them. The vampires holding the girl, distracted by his arrival, failed to noticed the girl's kicks and loosened their grips on her arms. She elbowed one on the face and kicked the other in the gut, joining the fight.

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Lois didn't know who this man was but she was grateful that he saved her life. She didn't question his methods, oh no, she was fully thankful that her knight in shining black leather (was that real leather?) had appeared or else she might have been eaten by those… Vampires?

That was the only thing that kept kicking on her mind. What were those things? They sure as hell weren't human, she knew that much. But were they really vampires? Fangs, super-strength, stake trough the heart, fixation for necks… They may as well be real.

And that guy fighting them sure thought so.

After a few more minutes of fighting, the duo was surrounded by the four 'vampires' that were left. The man at her side was eyeing them, probably planning a strategy. Then he turned to her and offered her a stake.

She looked baffled, "What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Put this right through their hearts and they go poof. Simple," He answered.

"Huh—Okay?" She barely had time to take the stake of his hand when the four 'vampires' lunged forward and the man did the same, leaving Lois to fight with two of the 'vampires' on her own.

She started to fight again, but this time she was seizing an opening to plunge the stake in their hearts. After a few minutes of kicking and punching, one of the 'vampires' made a wrong step, leaving the opportunity to Lois use the stake. She watched in awe as the 'vampire' turned to dust right before her eyes.

So they're really vampires. This or I'm dreaming.

She kicked the other one to the ground and used her stake again, watching as the 'vampire' turned to dust once again. Then, as she stopped to catch her breath, one of the others 'vampires' hit her head, knocking her unconscious.

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Angel made sure that the girl knew what to do before he started his own fight. She seemed familiar with fighting and after he gave her a stake and told her what to do she got more confident. When they were surrounded by the four remaining vampires he quickly eyed them. He took the two strongest ones as he had noted before and left the weakest ones to the girl.

He was having a hard time with the vampires, considering that they were twice his size and managed to dust one before the other escaped and hit the girl on the head, knocking her unconscious. He silent cursed and lunged towards the remaining vampire. Angel did a double kick and plunged the stake in the vampire's heart.

The ensouled vampire paused, looking around. When he spotted the girl lying on the floor, he quickly walked over and kneeled beside her.

He sighed, "God, what am I going to do with you?" Angel said. Then, he picked her up and walked over his car.