Project "S.P.I.K.E."
This story takes place after the final of Angel Season 5 and completely ignores the "Angel: After the fall" Comic Series, cause this comic series, together with Buffy Season 8, SUCKED!
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It didn't have to be like that. It just didn't. , were the Vampires thoughts, as he slowly walked down the dark alley. I could have kicked their asses. Fu** that bastard!
The man with the peroxide blond hair went around a corner and finally reached the main street. He looked to his left and right, if someone was looking at him and then quickly went across the street.
He will see!
Spike entered the small bar called "Hot Love" and right away started to walk towards his table. He sat down and waited for the waitress to come to get his order. He didn't have to wait long, as she noticed him right away and smilingly walked toward him. She was taller than most women he knew and had brown shoulder long hair. She might have been pretty, but she definitely wasn't his type.
"Good evening darling. What can I get for you?" she asked with a seductive voice. Spike grinned.
"How about a beer and a place where I can stay for the night?"
"Let's see what we can do there." the woman said and walked away from his table, ready to get her next order.
I wasn't joking, you know?, Spike thought, while trying to fish his cigarettes out of the pockets of his coat. I really need to find a new place to stay. It's like the watch every step I make. They know where I am.
He pulled the cigarettes and a lighter out of his pockets and started smoking them, which helped him to relaxe, while waiting for his beer. He hoped that just for tonight, he wouldn't have to worry about and demons or monsters.
It was a dark and rainy night. A cold wind was blowing threw the streets of L.A., and many people where hiding behind the doors of their homes, cause of how cold it seemed. Not the temperature, but the mood the town was in. The few people who actually were walking on the streets tried to avoid dark alleys as much as possible, since people had finally started to catch onto what was living in this town along with them. Vampires were already controlling the nightlife of this town and nobody had a chance of fighting back. At least nobody who hasn't been prepared for this. Nobody who hasn't trained. Nobody who doesn't know how to kill them. Grant knew how to fight and kill them. All of them. Vampires, Werewolves, Demons. He knew all of them. And everyway to take them down. And he was by no means the only one. He was just the leader. He 18 year old boy had dark brown eyes, and short black hair that made him look like he just came back from the army.
He was sitting in an apartement he had just moved into, cause his old one somehow got found and attacked by a gang of Vampire. He still wasn't sure how the found it, and that bothered him. Also, his apartement was the hideout of his team, so hopefully nobody was around when it got attacked. The problem with buying the new one was, that he now didn't have anymore money.
"Damn!" Grant threw the empty wallet across the room, where it collided with the wall, lost and fell to the ground. He would have to borrow some again, or in the worst case, steal it.
He slowly grabbed the tv remote that was lying on the small table in front of him and turned on the TV.
Right away, an rather old lady appeared on the screen, looking at a crime scene behind her, with alot of people screaming in the background.
"It is not clear at this moment, who was injured by the bullet, the man or the person in the coat. The only thing we know is that neither of them was the person that shot."
Cause there was no shot, Grant said to himself and looked at the background, where a few people seemed to hide in the shadows of a dark alley, just barely in the view of the camera, but still visible. After he closely looked at them, he waited for the reaction he was hoping to get and as soon as he saw the yellow flash in their eyes, he grabbed the phone.
"Guys, we got work to do."
30 minutes later, Grant arrived at the meeting point, just to see Trevor and Keyra already standing there. Trevor was alot younger than the rest of the team, but never told them his real age. Still, he was shorter than Keyra. His blonde short hair was wet from all the rain and cause of how spiky it was, it made him look like a hedgehog. As soon as Trevor realised that Grant was staring at him, he fixed his clear blue eyes on him and got ready for a last man standing contest. But Grant just ignored him and went over to the female Leader of the group.
"Keyra, any news about the others?" he asked worrying. It wasn't their style to just not answer a call.
"I haven't heared from them since our last adventure." she answered, looking at him with anger in her green eyes.
"How often exactly do I have to apologize for that?"
"Too often." With that she turned away from him and just ignored him.
As usual, he thought.
"So Grant, why are we here again?" Trevor asked annoyed. It seemed as if he was really tired and when he picked up the phone, it sounded like Grant woke him up.
"Earlier this night, I saw a broadcast on two people getting shot." he started to explain. "I have a reason to believe that shapeshifters are involved in this."
Trevor smiled at this. "Seems like we will have a party!" he said, but Keyra pushed him aside and got closer to Grant.
"Do you have any Silver Weapons with you? We don't want something like the last time happen again, right?"
Grant sighed and noded. "I have some weapons prepared."
With that, he opened up the bag he was carrying and showed them swords and axes he brought.
"You think we can kill them with this?" Trevor asked worried. "Didn't you say they have guns?"
"I said the might be involved, not that they shot someone." he responded. And he still thought that it wasn't gunfire they heared on the street.
