Quick Author's Note...

This story takes place after...'Release and Orpheus'. Now the rest of the world that you know after this.. doesn't take place. Welcome to the new world.

There is a very funny thing about Destiny. Most people are born and raised to believe that whatever Destiny that they were born to full-fill. A destiny were some might die, cause they are 'the chosen one' or some other stupid idea.

They called her one of the Chosen Ones, one destined to die way before her time. One destined to have no human contact, one to be one with the shadows, a soul-less warrior to go up against all types of evil beings and creatures on her own. Some may say that this is suicide in the making, but to her it's just the destiny that she was born with. A destiny that she may have wanted or may not. She doesn't have a choice in this, for she is the Slayer, the Chosen One. For her, she rarely gets a say in what she wants her destiny to be.

Not My Destiny, No more.

He glanced down at her, and felt a twinge of hurtful emotions run through his body where his heart would have been if it was still active. He gently traced the slim column of her neck. She was so thin, so odd in her own very way. She wasn't anything like the other one. She had her own spark in her. There was a trace of darkness within her, that she battled with for the longest of time.

A wicked smirk crossed the lines of his vampire face and he leaned closer to her. He could smell faint fear, mixed amongst the blood that was seeping out of the wound in her neck. The wound he had caused. It would only take one action, one small movement and she would be his, a creature of the night. The very thing that she loathed.

He brought his own wrist to his mouth, gently bit down, and then moved the bloody wrist to her lips. He felt the drops of blood drip from the cut and he glanced down to see those precious drops slip through her lips. Lips at time, he wouldn't have paid attention to. While he was with that Blond Slayer all he cared about was trying to please her, and that made him almost as week as a puppy trying to get out of a wet bag.

He felt the feeling of moving lips against his skin, and his dark eyes drifted down to glance at her. She looked almost at peace right now. All he would really have to do is twist her neck, if it was in his mind to simply get rid of him. But with her beside him, he could easily make the rest of them suffer with such pains that they would never known.

A noise came from his left, telling him that the ex-watcher, turned into a pitiful demon hunter, was getting his bearings. It was a shame, he must have not hit him hard enough. He only could pray that the little twit of a man, would learn his place and stay down. He let out as soft sigh, as he slipped out from under her non-moving body, and headed off to deal with the thorn in his side.

She started to cough and stuttered, the moment that he shoved the ex-watcher through some random walls. He glanced back in the direction that she was lying, only to get hit by the ex-watcher. He turned and put his full gaze on the tiny man. "You really are testing my patience with you, Weasley," he growled at him, as he grabbed him by the throat and hit him harshly against the wall behind him. "First you attack me, and stole my son. Now you think that since you're on the side of good and that we might have used to be friends, that I won't kill you know." He chuckled and smirked, glaring down at the wounded ex-watcher in his hold. "Think again. To me, you're nothing more than a quick snack."

It pleased him, when Weasley's eyes grew wide with fear. Apparently the words that he had spoken, were ones that caused the ex-watcher to shake in fear. He smirked at the thought of it. It was a good feeling to have him be so gosh darn scared about something. "You wouldn't dare," Weasley tried to threaten, only to come up with a very shaky threat. He simply smirked at him. "When the others hear about this..."

"They'll all come and we'll take are of them, Wes..." he started, as he slid an hand along the ex-watcher's neck, causing him to shiver. "But don't you think that it would be fun for you to join us. You know that there is evil in everyone. You condemned her, without even getting really to know her."

Anger flashed through Wesley's eyes. "She has no right to do what she did," he hissed at the vampire in front of him. True he may have once been a good friend, but deep down, he never had truely trusted him. After all he was a vampire first, then a vampire with a soul. It's still a vampire, just in different kinds of clothing. "She has to pay for what she's done..."

"And I"m sure that your precious council will see that she dies a slow and painful death," he whispered to the ex-watcher, as he bent his head toward him. He smile against his skin when he felt him go stone solid and shiver. "Awe, don't worry, Wesley, I've already eaten tonight, and you wouldn't do me well. Knowing your luck, you'd get dusted in the first few minutes that you were one of us." He shoved him hard to the floor. "Now, if you know what's best for you, you'd stay the hell away from us."

"Not while I'm still living, vampire," Wes snarled at the vampire, once known and loved as Angel, but not the demonic evil being known as Angelus, feared by all those who knew of his name. "You will not hurt her. I will kill her before anything bad happens to her."

Angelus let out a sigh, as he stopped in his walk away from the pitiful watcher. He turned to glance back at him. He was trying to get to his feet after Angelus had put him down on the floor. Angelus quickly noticed a long, rusty looking pike not that far from his feet. He quickly swooped and picked it up, before he turned and hurled it at the ex-watcher. Wesley let out a gasp of pain, as the pike went through the flesh and bone of where his shoulder used to be and imbedded deep within the wall behind him. He couldn't move, for the pike.

He glanced up at the vampire as he came up to him. "You will stay where I put you," he warned him. "Now for what you and your pathetic little posse of idiots really are going to do, is nothing. If I sense you anywhere near us, you'll be dead before you hit the floor." He squeezed the area around the pike, causing Wes to wince. "Now be a good boy, and just stay there." He then turned and walked away, leaving Wes stuck to the wall, knowing for sure that the ex-watcher would find a way to get out of it.

Angelus made his way over to where he had left her, and hunched down next to her. His long black duster, brushing against the piles of sawdust at his feet. He reached out and gently touched her throat. She had no pulse. So she was dead. That could be a good sign. He quickly gathered her up in his arms and headed for the shadows. It wouldn't be very long before she woke up, and he rather have it not be here, amongst the stench of betrayal and fresh blood. He really didn't want her first feed to be off of the one who had betrayed him for almost all that was dearest to him.

She didn't weigh all that much in his arms, as he moved from one shadow to another. He had to put distance between him and the place of the attack. If the others got there to save Wesley in time, more than likely his ever so loving son would want to track them down and kill them before the sun came up.

It didn't take him very long to find where he had been searching for, an abandoned office space. He slipped inside and moved through the dirt ridden corridor towards the darkness that was the true basement. He slip the heavy door open to reveal a home-like dungeon and slammed the door behind him. It didn't take very long for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the area, as he moved through stacks of weapons and other things. There were thick spined books scattered all over the floor. He didn't pay any of that attention, as he carried her to where his bed was. He had other things on his mind.

He gently laid her on the bed, not really knowing why he was being gentle with this one. After all, not that long ago, she had tried to kill him. In contrary, she had tried to kill him quite a few times. He let out a sigh, as he sulked out of that long, dusty duster and sat down on the bed next to her. He felt her shift toward him by the weight on the cheap mattress. He glanced down at her soft features, as some faint light touched her skin. She would probably look a little different when she totally vamped out, and he was looking forward to it.

Now all he really did have to do was wait. To really see if she made the change, or not. He hope to god that she didn't turn out like Drusilla. Another Dru in the vampire community, and he'd go on a killing spree himself.

That got him to softly chuckle, as he took her in. That may have been the reason that he actually had turned her. He was lonely. He hadn't really had a worthy companion for the longest of time. Darla really didn't count. She was just a quick fling in the dark to satisfy his wants and desires. But with this one, he didn't see that happening very quickly. He didn't really think that he would become bored with this one. She had a certain darkness inside her before he turned her. It would be fun to see how she turned out, once her precious soul was taken from her.

He let out a sigh, as he snatched up a book from the pile next to the bed and began to flip through it. He really didn't know how long this whole thing would take. He had no recollection of time, after he was bitten and turned the first time. It could be hours, days, who knows how long. He shot a quick glance over at her non-moving body. For that time being, he might as well get some good reading in, while he waited for his newest companion and newest sire to awaken.

He was shaking and shivering, as he tried to catch his breath. Leave it to a vampire to leave him to his death. His head jerked up painfully as he heard footsteps coming toward him. He didn't want to die like this, but it would be hell if he would die like this, helpless without a single way to protect himself. He heard the growling, and then shivered. Leave it to Angelus to leave him to get feed on by his own kind.

He opened his eyes to see a very badly dressed vampire standing not that far from him, licking his chops, before he made his way toward him. He tried to shift from his spot only to cause his body to scream out in pain. He kept his eyes glued on the vampire. He didn't care anymore. If this was how he was going to die, then it might as well be this way.

He felt the vampire's hot breath on his neck, and he tried not to wince as the vampire's canine's lengthened as the creature moved closer to him. Just as he felt the tips of the fangs going into his neck, the vampire bursted into a show of dust. He blinked to adjust his eyes and sought out the figure standing not that far from him. He almost took her for either Buffy or even Faith, but there was something different about this girl. By the way she stood alone, you could tell she had a harsh life. She twirled the spike through her fingers, as she took a step toward him, bringing herself into focus and he let out a soft gasp.

This girl was no more than fifteen or sixteen at tops. She had her dark brown hair up into a set of pig-tails giving her a more youthful look to herself. Her clothing was worn, and torn in spots. She was in a fashion treed of skater chick and street thug. She wore layered tops, green cargo pants, and black and orange tennis shoes. She held the spike against her side and let out a sigh as she took him in with her dark green eyes. "You really did a number on yourself," she whispered to him, as she came up closer to him. "How is it that you're not dead?"

"Luck," he whispered to her, as she touched the pike and he winced. "Easy..."

"Yeah, sorry, buddy, but that's gotta come out," she said, as she slid the spike into a pocket on her pants and rubbed her hands together. "This is gonna hurt like hell."

"No kidding," he muttered, as she tried her best to get a good position of the pike. He heard it snap behind him, and before he could even ask her what she was going to do, she yanked the offending object out of him. He let out a soft scream, before collapsing to the ground. "Thank you, miss."

She glanced at the pike and then frowned at him. "Ya know, even for a kicked out watcher, you really got yourself into a tight spot." She hunched down next to him. "Wanna tell me what the hell I'm doing here?"

He struggled to keep himself in the light. "You were called here because she died." He then let himself slip into the darkness.

Author's Note:

Okay, so this isn't what you'd call one of them, 'Angel/Faith' fluffy kind of stories. I've wanted for so very long to write this story. When it finally came to me, I knew that I had to share it with others. It's not a 'Angel/Faith' pairing, it's an "Angelus/Faith' pairing. A total twist on the entire world that you know.

We came up against a hard spot. Once Faith died, another Slayer was called into 'action' you could say. Same with Buffy, same with Kendra... one dies, one takes her place. Some great destiny. So with Faith 'dying', we had to have a new slayer brought into the game per say. So with out proper introduction, I introduce you to Braxi, the latest Slayer to be called to duty.

to be continued

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