Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in Angel The Series or Buffy The Vampire Slayer. I do, however, own Kashatan, Viral, Damian, Saphiris and Dusk Genesis. Jazzy owns Kitt Bentley, Livia, Chikara Winters and Cherry Winabeg. Siren demons and any other demons mentioned are mine unless they have appeared in the show.

Setting: Two months after Not Fade Away (Angel The Series)

b Take Me Home /b

Part One

Angel watched Spike draw circles on his piece of paper as Livia gave report on the current situation. Kitt was sitting in his chair, knees up to his chest and a fierce glare in his face.

Kitt didn't like the fact that Angel Investigations had taken over the Los Angeles branch of Wolfram&Hart. Not only because they were evil and opposed everything that AI had worked for in their five years of creation (of which Kitt had been with them for two) but because they had been the ones who had killed his sister and held him captive for almost half his life.

Kitt Bentley was 18 years old now and had witnessed the destruction of Los Angeles as Ninetales, the spirit of the Old One trapped inside him. Like Fred had. Although it was different with him because Kitt still had power over his own mental thinking and Ninetales only emerged when he wanted to give no information or when there had to be serious fighting done. Illyria was there all the time, no Fred.

Los Angeles had been destroyed and the Shanshu prophecy had been a 'load of bull', as directly quoted from Angel. However, there had been a slight mishap. Spike had died in the war and probably as a result of the prophecy he had returned, still as a vampire though. Angel found that this was very unfair.

Lindsey was there, across from Kitt watching Livia. For some reason, and whatever reason it was Kitt was sure it was stupid and nonsensical, the Higher Powers had brought Lindsey back. He was here, working alongside Angel, giving off snappy comments. In some perspective it was as if Spike had split in two. Lindsey tried his best to be 'good' because he knew that any mistake could cost him his life.

Livia was a demon, what kind she preferred not to tell but every time someone felt like investigation, she either intentionally or accidentally threw them across the room with the enormous mental powers she possessed. She looked human enough, blonde hair and wore clothing that made her even more attractive to the men in the office. She had two purple bangs framing her face and her eyes were hot pink. Mess with her and literally in a flash of those eyes, you could be severely hurt.

At the head of the table was Angel, who had emerged from the battle with a scar across his right eye and a hole poked through his shoulder. The hole thanks to his vampire healing abilities was getting better very quickly.

Spike was the only one Kitt would let close to him. He regretted having died and felt very inferior to Angel. He used every chance for a mission he could take to come across better than Angel.

The last person was Illyria. Like Kitt she had escaped unharmed but she too had been hit by the loss of others. Being alongside the conscience of Third Soldier Down, Fred, Illyria felt very sad for the passing of Wesley and Gunn. Wesley had died in her arms and although this term meant nothing to her, his disappearance hurt her deeply. Gunn had fallen in the war and although she hadn't been too close him, she missed his presence.

"Is anyone listening to me?" Livia growled. She was a new addition to the team, like Kitt but she had only arrived once Los Angeles was back, two months after the war.

The Higher Powers and the Senior Partners had worked together in rebuilding an exact replica of the former city and its inhabitants were also as they had been moments before they had realized the terror. Everything was as there had never been a war. Livia had been in Rome attending to business she preferred to keep confidential and then arrived.

The Higher Powers had taken the ability to See from Angel and given it to Livia. It was not his to keep and it wouldn't be so.

"I am," Lindsey let her know.

"Yes, but you don't matter," Livia said and Lindsey sighed. Livia knew nothing about his past but still she was more concerned with the other's well-being than his. "Illyria, are you listening?"

"No," Illyria answered truthfully. "The loss of Wesley has made me ignore your senseless ramble about the insignificance of the Fluxian deals with the Gwarr."

"At least you know what the problem is. Angel?"

"I'm a bit concerned about other things, to tell you the truth," he muttered. "The Fluxian deals have been going on forever but no one's bothering about Damian at the moment."

"I am," Spike said with a wide grin. This was his chance to show off.

"What are you bothering about Damian for?" Livia asked. "You never bothered before."

"Well, because Miss Snotty-Pants there is busy doing lawyers stuff for what's-his-name, the prostitute guy, I decided I could do something for a change," Spike explained.

"Well?" Angel pushed.

"Me and Lindsey were looking in on it and…"

"Lindsey?" Angel glared over to Lindsey.

"No one else was giving me any work to do," he said. "Which is very discriminating. All the other formerly evil people get to do stuff. I mean, you're letting the hell gods work if they want to."

"It's because I hate you," Angel growled.

"Yeah, we know, Angel. Stuff it," Spike growled. He wanted to continue on his wonderful speech about him working on something for once. "We found out that…" The phone rang and Angel picked it up. No matter how much he wanted the Damian case to get done, he didn't want to listen to Spike's ego.

"Wolfram&Hart, Angel Incorporated," he answered the phone. "Angel speaking." The others watched him and he pulled a confused face. He glared and then nodding giving an 'uh-huh'. "Are you sure?" he asked. "I guess we could handle a round of them here. Sure, send 'em over, Will." He put the phone down and looked at the others.

"Was that Willow?" Kitt asked. He liked Willow because she seemed much like his sister, Clover. She was a powerful witch and did more for the forces of good some of the lazy slobs here. Angel nodded.

"Well? What does she want?" Livia asked. Livia denied having ever met anyone from Angel's past but she seemed to connect with them a lot.

"She's sending some people over to help with the Damian case."

"I said I had it all under control," Spike growled. "We were working on it."

"You would have messed it up," Angel retorted and Livia knew this was going to end in another fight.

"Okay, break it up, everyone back to work!"

"Why did I have come with?" Lindsey moaned and tapped the steering wheel.

"You said you wanted something to do," Livia said. "Plus, you're a good cab driver," she added with a grin and slapped his shoulder. "I'm guessing they should be here soon. Oh." She grabbed her phone, snapped it open and gave her usual 'Mikey's Pizza Palace, how can I help you?' answer.

Lindsey turned his head and looked at the doors to the airport. He saw a girl who couldn't be older than 17 exit the airport with a single dark blue bag slung over her shoulder. Without turning to look at Livia he got out and walked over to her.

"Chikara Winters?" he asked and took her bag. The girl nodded. She had brown hair and had it up in two pigtails giving her a more innocent look. Her clothes, however, were slightly ripped and had an army feel to them. The blue camo top might have seemed like a fashion trend but on a girl with a stern face, it was fighting get-up.

"I'm Lindsey McDonald. Willow said there'd be more of you," he mentioned when throwing the bag into the boot of the car. "Are there more inside?"

"It's just me, sir. If there are any else, they'll have come separately." She didn't like referring to this scumbag as sir, but her orders had been respect the people in America.

"You don't have to call me sir. Lindsey's fine." Chikara shrugged. She had been trained with watchers ever since her family and actual watcher had been slaughtered in front of her by a vampire. She had vowed to find and kill him and once she did, she'd hurt him a lot. With this goal in mind, her training at the newly established Slayers Academy in Northern England had been hard on her and made her strong. She had refused a new watcher and got by on her own most of the time. Chikara got into the back of the car and found Livia grinning at her.

"She's a cutie," Livia said once Lindsey had gotten back into the car and started it.

"Don't say that," Chikara said with a look of disgust on her face. "Why is there a demon in the car?"

"Livia's a friend. Demons aren't always bad, you know."

"Whatever."

Kashatan gave a deep growl from her throat as she entered the building. She disliked places like this because they didn't give her the superior feel she needed. Kashatan, the Vixen Vampire as she was referred to by some books, was a 365-year-old vampire that needed to be better than everyone around her. When she was in a building such as that belonging to Wolfram&Hart, she felt angry at them having guards armed with stakes.

Viral, the young man walking next to her, was over 800 years old. He was a vampire with a kind nature. Even without a soul he was a wimp and only fed on those that deserved it and only when he needed it. His childe, Kashatan, fed all the time but unlike some of her famous kind, she preferred not to torture. The kill was what made her hot. Viral had dark hair and wore a long black trench coat to seem like the mysterious person he was. He didn't mind being here.

"Hello, how may I help you?" the receptionist asked.

"I'm thirsty," Kashatan hissed. If she was here, she should at least take advantage of the humans around.

"Oh, hey," called a voice and Viral turned. Kashatan was still eying the nervous woman's neck. "Come with me," said the platinum blonde vampire. Viral tugged at Kashatan's hoodie and pulled her along as he followed Spike into Angel's office.

"The boss himself," Kashatan said when Viral had taken a seat. She preferred not because standing gave her a sense of superiority. "I feel honoured."

"You shouldn't," Spike said from behind her. "Angel's a big ponce." Kashatan turned to look at him and glared up and down the young vampire. He was rather handsome.

"Who are you?"

"Spike, the infamous. And you were again? Kaballah?"

"Kashatan!" the female vampire growled at him.

"Woah," Spike said trying to calm and took a step back. "No need to get so touchy. Angel will be with you guys in a moment. I could entertain you if like."

"Fuck off," Kashatan growled. Spike smirked but left the room.

"Manners, young lady."

"He's an interesting fellow," Viral said and Kashatan decided to slump down onto the chair nonetheless.

"I hate him. He's disgusting."

"You were eying him rather accurately," Viral responded. Kashatan smirked. It was obvious Viral would see through her facade. He always did. An elevator to the right opened and Angel came out.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting," Angel said with a smile as he sat down.

"I don't like this," Kitt mumbled squirting some water into his mouth. The training with Illyria was always rather tough because the two of them possessed enormous strength.

"Was I… slacking?" Illyria asked, trying to incorporate some of her newly acquired words.

"No. You were great," Kitt said. "I don't like Willow sending people from the Academy over. Or the fact that Angel is having those vampires over."

"It will get worse," Illyria 'reassured' him. "There will be more and there shall be war."

"War? Again?"

"Fighting is definite."

"Well, I hope it turns out better this time round."

"I am sure it will."

To be continued…