So, it seems like I got bit by the writing bug again lol. And low and behold, I have a ton of time on my hands. This has been rolling around in my head for weeks. I've had a long journey in returning back here. I've lurked, no doubt, I've reviewed, always, but I just haven't felt like writing. At least until I saw an anime called JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. Incredible anime that I actually drew inspiration from. So this one will be heavily influenced by that anime. Now, I can't say how much I'll be writing but I'm gonna try my damndest to keep updating. I'm about to start working on the next chapter soon. And btw, I did delete 2 other stories because I lost my muse for them, except Demon in the Gang. I'm trying to plot how that story will end up, I have general ideas but unsure how I want to take it. So, enough talking, let's get this show on the road.

Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, that belongs to Joss and company.

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Houston, Texas
Midtown
January 2016

The sounds of various dance music filled the night sky. Cars crept by, taxis slowed to pick up fares, and the police patrolled the area for would be criminals. A typical Saturday night in Space City, yet he paid no mind to it. He leaned into the balcony of his large, spacious apartment overlooking this part of Houston, but hardly paid attention. The ever rolodex that is his mind was currently spinning as he relieved various points of his life that got him to his current life.

It was a simple life too, at least compared to what it used to be. He never thought he would end up as a bodyguard to various CEOs, VPs, and other important figure heads that called Houston home. At one time, he thought that he would die in an alley, battling hordes of evil as a consequence of severing the largest evil the world had seen. That single act of defiance, that one single precise blow was what the good guys needed to take the upper hand in the fight against the darkness. Or at least what the massive army of fighting women needed to control the tide of their never-ending war.

Though that fight, at least for him, was over. It ended with a dragon on the ground and a tiny, blonde woman saying a scathing goodbye that still made him wince when he remembered, but that's a story for another time. He always thought the Powers-That-Be were a bunch of angst loving fools when he became human a few hours after that incident.

The man formally known as the vampire Angel shook his head and sighed and headed inside his apartment. He passed by a small, glass table, setting his forgotten drink on a coaster. As he passed by he pondered on how he managed to stop fighting the good fight. He knew what was out there, what laid hidden in the darkness of the night. He stayed far away from it, yet stayed close with his various decisions.

He stopped at a certain part of the hallway leading to his room and stared at the various Navy decorations he amounted during his quasi re-enlistment. He smirked and shook his head when he recalled his brushes with the Initiative while he was in the Navy SEALs. How Riley never spotted him, he would never know. No wait, he did know, the US government spent thousands of dollars fine tuning him into a lethal weapon, even though he technically was with his centuries of experience, but learning something new never hurt anybody much.

He entered his bedroom and made his way to the closet. Angel headed over to the closet and flipped through various articles of clothes till he saw a fine Italian made suit that cost a pretty penny. He gently picked it out and laid it out onto his bed and stripped off his clothes. He threw his discarded clothing into the dirty hamper and walked back into the closet. The former vampire picked out a matching pair of shoes and also pulled out a heavy suit case.

He placed the suit case on the bed and opened the lock. Angel sighed as he spotted his "work equipment" which consisted of a bullet proof vest, a .45 caliber Sig Saur with a shoulder holster, a .380 snub nose revolver in its ankle holster and several magazines for his pistol. Angel then dressed into the suit, with the vest and weapons well hidden by his long, sleeved shirt and coat jacket respectively. His watch, handkerchief, and wallet finished his wardrobe.

The sound of his cell phone broke the silence of the bedroom and he made his way over to it. Be downstairs in 10. VIP is ready to roll out, a text flashed on the screen. 'Cordy would be so proud,' he thought to himself as he quickly replied back to the text.

Who is the VIP this time?

Zeppeli again it seems.

Angel sighed and shook his head. That freak again?

Yep, came the quick reply.

'Oh well, it'll be a nice check though,' he thought to himself.

I'm here.

Coming down, Angel replied and made his way out of the apartment. So now this was his life. From being known as the Scourge of Europe to the once Champion of the PTB to even the once CEO of the Los Angeles Branch of the now defunct Wolfram and Hart.

As he made his way out of the building, his partner Brian nodded at him. "Ready Seeley?"

These days he wasn't called Angel anymore. Angel is long dead and gone. He died in an alley fighting a dragon in a valiant effort to show evil that their hold on this plane wasn't absolute. He died giving the Slayers a chance to fight on an even field. He died as the Slayer general tore his heart out brutally, metaphorically, but brutally. Yeah, Angel was dead and gone.

These days, his name was Liam Seeley Davenport, bodyguard to the rich and famous.

Cordy would be proud.

"Always."