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A/N: Okay, second chap. And for the record, I won't be rewriting most of the scenes where there aren't any modifications, it just takes a lot of my time. Okay, here you go.

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"And what am I supposed to do with her?"

"I don't know… Help her! Train her!"

Lois woke up with the sounds of two unfamiliar voices arguing somewhere near her. Her head hurt and that was when she remembered what had happened earlier that night.

Freaking vampires. She was attacked by freaking vampires and now she was God-knows-where with two people arguing about what to do with her. They wanted to train her? Train her for what?

Lois frowned but chose to don't open her eyes just yet. The conversation might get a little interesting.

"She's a Slayer, Doyle! She's a Vampire Slayer and I'm a vampire! How am I supposed to help her?" Lois recognized the voice, it belonged to the man who had saved her. Hold on, he's a vampire?! And why does everyone insist that I'm this Slayer gal?

"Well… I don't know, alright! They sent me a vision, and obviously she needs your help." Said the other man. This one had a foreign accent, Lois noticed.

Lois got up and walked into the other room, unnoticed by the other two, "Help me to do what?" she asked, making the fighting duo look at her.

The one who saved spoke, "Huh… You're- you're awake."

"Well duh. Why else would I be standing here?"

"Hello yourself!" Started the other one, "I'm Doyle. This is Angel."

"Huh." She turned to Angel, "What kind a name is Angel anyway?"

The one called Angel rolled his eyes. Then, Doyle spoke again, "Aren't ya gonna tell us your name?"

Lois shrugged, "I s'pose. I'm Lois. Lois Lane."

"So, Lois, why don't ye tell how did you--"

"Hold on. What the hell happened back there?"

"Well, you see--"

Angel cut him off, "Vampires."

"Yeah, I kinda figured it out with the whole 'stake to the heart and then poof' thing." Lois said. "What I want to know is why people keep calling me 'Slayer' and why did he call you a vampire." She paused, letting the information sink in. "And yeah, I overheard you guys talking. So spill it."

"This is going to take a while." Doyle said.

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"So you're really a vampire."

"Yeah." Angel replied. They had explained everything to the girl, from being a slayer to all the other 'nasties' out there. She handled everything pretty well.

"And I'm this 'Slayer'. Aren't I supposed to be staking you right now?"

"Well – you see – our champion here is different from the other vampires." Doyle began, "He has a soul. A conscience. He's one of the good guys."

"Oh. Ok."

"Are you really okay about this?"

"I think so."

"Mind answering a few questions of our own, then?"

"Shoot."

"How did you know how to fight, if you didn't know you were a Slayer?"

"Army," She answered.

"You were in the army?" Angel asked, curious.

"Not exactly. My father's a general. He made sure his 'little girl' knew how to defend herself."

"Oh." Angel said. That caught him off guard.

"That actually explains a lot." Said Doyle.

"But not how, or why or when she was called as a Slayer."

"For what the Powers That Be told me, it happens that when that rogue Slayer got stabbed by your pretty little Slayer, she died for a few minutes, then Lois here was called."

"But she was called after her eighteenth birthday. Isn't there a rule against that, or something?"

"'She' is standing right here, you know." Said an irritated Lois.

Doyle ignored her, "Well, it looks like we have a mystery on our hands, then."

"Hey, do you have any coffee?" Lois asked bluntly.

"Yeah, it's in the kitchen…" He barely had time to finish the sentence when the Slayer jumped from her seat and went almost running to the kitchen muttering 'thank God, coffee!' under her breath.

Doyle turned to Angel, "And now with all our questions answered, I can give you this," He handed Angel a piece of paper. The vampire took it and read.

"Tina Coffee Spot?"

"I had another vision. Nice looking girl, needs help."

"Help with what?" He asked.

"That's your business. I just take the names."

"I don't get it. How am I supposed to know…"

"You're supposed to get into her life, remember? Get involved. Look, High School's over, boy. It's time to make with the grown up talk."

"Why would a woman I've never met even talk to me?"

"Have you looked into a mirror lately?" Doyle stopped, hesitating, "No, I guess you really haven't, no."

"I'm not good with people."

"Well that's the whole point of this little exercise, isn't it?"

"Fine." Angel got up from the couch and started to leave, when Lois reappeared from the kitchen with a mug filled with coffee on her hands.

"Hey, Soulboy, where are you going?" She asked.

"Business. And don't call me that." He answered.

"Whatever. Can I come with you?"

"No."

"Why not?"

Angel sighed. This girl was starting to be a pain in his ass, "Because."

"You remember I had training, right? Is it a demon-problem? Ooh- Can I get a weapon?"

"First, yes I remember. Second, I don't know if it's a demon-problem. Third, no, you cannot get a weapon, you need real training first." And with that, he left.