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Buffy eyed the crowd with an expert eye. The man in the corner was probably the best pick. She'd already gotten at least four pockets tonight. But she was on someone else's turf, and she knew it.
She could feel them closing in. She hurried into a dark alley and headed right for the dead end. In all her years on the street, the one thing she'd learned was it was always best to fight with your back against a wall... that way there was no one to jump you.
Buffy turned and faced her attackers, "I'm guessing you're not following me for my purse." she said. Her American accent wasn't that awkward in this part of London. A lot of people came here from the States.
"No, not your purse." a man whispered in a gruff voice. There were at least ten that she could see. She carefully released the knives she'd had up her sleeves. The gang attacked her. A chubby little red head fell over when kicked in the gut. Buffy grabbed a stubby brunette by his hair and threw him into the approaching blonde beside him. 'Three down, seven to go' The tall lanky one pulled out a sword that she easily avoided and grabbed by the hilt. She used the man's momentum to drive the sword through the three on the ground. Soon she was surrounded by ten bodies.
"What're you going to do with them, my lady?" an Irish accent slurred out. Buffy turned to see an aristocrat man. The man grinning down at her was tall and dark. Handsome too. His hair was cut short and spiked up in the oddest way. She caught a glimpse of his face, thin lips and hooded eyes.
"What makes you think I'll do any thing? Just another headline." Buffy shrugged.
The man looked down at the slender girl. Nothing more than a child. Blonde hair, probably sun-dyed. Slim waisted with a slender figure hidden under her low class dress. He'd seen slaves with better clothes. "So you'd be the one called the Slayer. Interesting term… can see how you earned it, though. You took out the better of my gang."
"Was that your best shot?" She crossed her arms and took a 'piss off' stance.
"No… not really. I said better, not best." He winked at her. "But I didn't come here to chat up a lass, I came to offer the Slayer a place in me gang."
"What do you call yourselves? Have I heard of you?" He jumped down and started circling her
"Probably not… but we've heard of you." He grinned wickedly.
"Lucky me…" He made her nervous… she didn't like being nervous
"And if I were you, I wouldn't be turning us down." He stroked her neck.
Buffy grabbed his hand, "Don't touch me." The man grinned even wider
"I'm known as Angelous 'round here. Angel to those close and dear. This is me gang, little thing." He gestured around him and she found herself surrounded again. "Willow," He nods to a redhead, "Xander," a clumsy looking boy who clearly had issues, "Drusilla," a slim brunette with a wild look in her eyes, "Darla," a gorgeous blonde, "Giles," a bookish type, "Oz," short average looking guy next to.. Willow? "Tara," a nervous girl huddled in a corner, "Gunn," a black man standing by Tara, "Finn," snobby looking boy, "Dawn," a skinny child, "and Spike." Buffy stiffened at that. Four of the names she recognized.
"Let me guess, the Scourge of Europe?"
"That'd be us, pet." Spike said. He was dressed as a commoner and his hair was a sandy blonde-ish brown.
"Hmm, pleasure." She shoved past them, "Keep in touch." She waved behind her.
"I like that girl, she has spunk." Angelous whispered.
"She's covered in sunshine. I can smell it on her. She won't be a problem for my Spike, though." Drusilla wrapped her arms around Spike.
"She'll be dead by morning, don't know how she made it so long without someone watching her back." Darla added.
Willow pulls Oz against her, "Does puppy wanna play?" She purred at him.
"We'll have time for that later, right now we have the Slayer to worry about."
Spike watched her. It was his job to get rid of her, for good. He liked the little blonde girl, though. She had a fire in her. Something he couldn't place. "It's only a matter of time, pet. Just a matter of time…"