The Ring
A/N: This is my third fan-fiction and again, I must say, reviews will help! This one's basically based on the an episode of Angel, season 1 episode 16 (The Ring) and is my vision on what could have happened. I hope it's good.
Disclaimer:If any of the Angel/Buffy characters belonged to me, I wouldn't be writing really bad fan-fiction. A spin-off would be on the way. But they doesn't. Maybe someone should contact Joss for me...
She was keeping tabs of everyone's kills. Trepkos had 17. In 4 fights, he'd be free. He wouldn't be the first that she would see go. Being there for near a year, she'd learnt about all different types of demons. And she knew he defiantly wouldn't be the last.
She didn't know what time it was. Day and night seemed to merge in a big blury fuzz. The fights used to only happen during the night, but now with the newer demons, and with most people having night jobs in L.A, a few fights also happened in the mornings.
Cribb murmured to a few of his temporary buddies. He was told he was going to fight one of the newer demons tonight, one who had 4 kills so far. Not the highest, but the lowest either. She had none.
A brown, wrinkly demon (an Ildhok demon she supposed. 10 wins) had a smug look on it's face, a few sniggers coming from behind him. He approached the newbie, a swager in his step, a glint in his green, snake like eye. He smiled and whispered into his ear. The newbies eyes sparked with fear, then determination.
"Yeah?," he shouted, not to the Ildhok demon, but to Cribb, who seemed amused by the scene he was making. Even the isolated demon (5 wins), seemed to be amused by this. And he didn't speak any language known to any of us, "Well, when I'm through with you, you won't need to go to hell. I'll've put you in there!" A desperate attempt to scare his foe. Everyone knew what Cribb told the Ildhok to say. That in 6 more fights, he'ld be out of there. 5 more thanks to him.
The laugh from around the room was quietened when they entered. The captivators. Every time they entered, she unconsciously touched her band. XXI was printed along it, same as everyone elses. She had once thought that if she collected enough water, she could rust the thing off of her. It only resulted in her getting knocked out for a day or two and getting a new band put on. Some spell was put on it. They had knew.
A group started to form before the red line which held us all captive. Some demons murmured to each other, interest and glee obviously showing in the way a few laughed heartily. A zap from the cattle prod put an end to that.
Wondering what was going on, she got up, tucking her brown coloured hair behind the black hoodie she wore, and watched carefully from one of the darkest corners that would allow her to see the event. Ans an event it was.
A tall, dark haired, fairly handsome vampire was dragged along by the two guards who worked for the MacNamara brothers. He put up no trouble. He was out cold. His brown hair was gelled, yet almost damp from the way he had been taken in (the sewers perhaps?) and messed up slightly. A sign that he had struggled before he had been knocked out, probably with enough electricity to run L.A for the day.
His limp body was thrown to the floor. The band was placed around his arm (carefully over the line), and fell on the floor with a dull thud. She looked at the vampire, his face looking completely relaxed, and she was slightly confused. Did vampires nerve systems still work?
"Good afternoon, boys and girl!" The eldest MacNamara brother shouted to the group unnecessarily to the group who were less than a meter away from him, "It seems we have a new student."