Disclaimer- Buffy and Angel are both property of Joss Whedon. This is just for fun
Chronologically- set during season 3 focuses on episode Quickening
Significance- Post Siblings in Arms but before Crime and Punishment
Part 1
Holtz sat down in the chair, his eyes fixated upon the images displayed on the screens before him. Sahjhan had left, claiming to take care of some matters while the vampire hunter regained his rest. Very well. If the demon wanted him to wait, he'd wait alright. But he would not wait forever.
"He scattered the silver upon the ground and hung himself."
Holtz stood up, alarmed, and turned around. Standing across him was a young man- or at least what passed for one-. The stranger, about 6 feet or so, dressed in black garb. From his vantage point, in his state, Holtz could tell the dress attire was not that of 17th century England. Nor of any neighboring sphere of influence for that matter.
He approached slowly, his movements almost placid, the very epitome of calmness. His eyes revealed nothing, no trace of emotion ever evident upon his face. His slow moving pace, almost deliberate-like, brought him beside the vampire hunter who had assumed a more relaxed posture but remained rather leery of his presence.
"It appears his heart far outweighed the purse he bartered."
Taking another step forward, he let his eyes scan the multiple images dancing across the several screens. The corners of mouth turned upward, the slightest of smiles displayed upon his face. "A handful of minutes for two hundreds plus years. Nice." He paused before continuing "Of course there's no substitute for real life experience."
Holtz was becoming annoyed. He had agreed to Sahjhan's offer as it would get him what he wanted- Angelus dead by his hand. Now he was here, waiting, losing time when he should be hunting that monster. On top of that, another fiend made his presence known with meaningless babble. "What do you want ?"
The other turned slowly, shifting his feet to stand beside him. He let his eyes take in the man's presence running them over his form top to bottom, before settling them upon Holtz own face.
"You're not the first to sell your soul for something. Don't be surprised if events turn out not your liking."
I am back with a vengeance. Hopefully. I've put up a fic centering around Dawn and Angel, I've added another Compilation one shot, Chapter one of My own Worst Enemy is in the works and I hope to have it up by this weekend, the next chapter of Penance for my Sins by next.