Xander parked his car and checked into a local motel. He had been planning on driving straight to the next state on his list but he had changed his mind and decided to stay in L.A. for a little while. 'Besides I have all summer to visit all 50 states' Xander thought, 'and I've never really had a chance to explore L.A. So where should I go first,' he continued as he stepped out of the hotel and into the sunny streets of L.A.

That night Xander walked around L.A. still looking for something to do. He had gone to look for movies stars but couldn't find any and he had tried a few of the clubs but unfortunately tonight he wasn't having any luck meeting girls. That's when Xander heard a scream. He ran towards it and down a near by alley way, as he ran out of the alley, he saw a young girl running a way. He looked down the alley only to find Angel.

"Dead boy!" Xander said, only to receive a frown from Angel, "You're not evil again are you cuz girls don't generally flee in fright from people, who save them."

"I'm not evil! I just told her to go home, where it's safe."

"You really need to work on your people skills."

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm on a road trip."

"Then shouldn't you be on the road?" Angel asked as he began to walk out of the alley way, Xander falling into step next to him.

"I had to make a stop. What are you doing her?"

"I live here, remember?" he said slightly annoyed.

"She misses you," Xander said.

"I miss her too…….So where are you planning to go on this road trip?"

"I'm gonna drive to all 50 states."

"You do know Hawaii and Alaska are in the middle of the ocean, right."

"Okay, I'll drive to 48 states, close enough." Angel smiled in response, "You smiled, I didn't know you could do that. I mean I knew you had the brooding down cold……." Xander's voice begins to trail off as the walk further down the street and out of sight.

Angel half listened to Xander as he continued to babble on; nodding occasionally to pretend like he was listening. He was looking around and that's when he noticed the newspaper lying on the ground at first he was about to disregard it and move on but the headline caught his attention. He picked it up and began to read:

A young blind girl was found murdered yesterday in her apartment……yada yada yada, Angel thought scanning the page for anything supernatural….Here eyes were missing and her eyelids were stitched shut.

"Hello, earth to Angel," Xander said, waving his hand in front of the vampires face, "Are you even listening to me."

"Listen to this, a blind girl was murdered in her apartment last night."

"So, I mean it's horrible yeah but not exactly an excuse to rally the troops."

"Someone removed her eyes."

"Okay can I just say eww."

An obscure figure is seen placing a jar with eyeballs in it on a shelf, next to a jar with a pair of ears in it, one with a brain, and near one with a tongue as well. The figure picks up a marker and crosses eyes off a list with other various body parts on it. Then it grabs a knife and begins to sharpen, all the while thinking about its next kill.

Xander looked over Angel's shoulder as the vampire typed something into the libraries computer. It was well after the library had closed but they need information and Angel didn't own a computer.

"We have a few hits," Angel said as his scrolled down the page, clicking on various articles, "It looks like this killing wasn't the only one there was another three very similar."

"What happened?"

"A deaf boy was found dead in the park last week; both of his ears had been removed and about three days ago a woman was found in her bed in the retirement home where she lived. Her brain had been removed. Also about a month ago a man was found dead in his upper L.A. apartment, his tongue had been cut out."

"Let me guess mute?"

"Yeah."

"Looks like our mystery man had been one busy bee."

"Yeah."

"I don't get it though who would want defective body parts anyway?"

"I don't know," Angel said. He had been asking himself the very same question but now another one occurred to him, who was next?

The same figure watched as a man in his 40s walked down the street. He had been watching this man for some time now and his would soon be ready to make his move.

The next day Xander and Angel used the sewers to get to the retirement home where one of the murders had taken place.

"So what's our story?" Xander asked. Angel just shrugged, "Okay how bout we pretend to be detectives or cops. Volunteers, maybe?"

The receptionists looked at them suspiciously when they entered but Angel quickly walked over to an older looking gentleman, "Grandpa, how are you?" he said with a smile.

"Ay?" the old man asked.

"It's me your grandson," Angel said, hoping the man mistaked him for someone he knew.

"Ben? Is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me grandpa."

"Good to see you. You've grown, last time I saw you could barley walk. I thought that was about a month ago. What have they been feeding you?"

"He's senile," Angel whispered to the receptionist, "Come on Grandpa why don't we go for a nice walk." Angel began to usher the man down the hall and away from the suspicious receptionist. Xander followed.

"It was nice meeting you," Xander said as the 2 men walked off, leaving the older man by himself, "Oh and here don't spend it all in one place." Xander said handing the man some change.

The man looked down counted it and yelled, "Yippee, I'm getting me a Kit-Kat. Give me a break, give me a break, break me off a piece of that Kit-Kat bar," he sang as he walked down the hall towards the vending machines.

"Excuse," Angel asked a woman sitting on a bench near by, "Did you happen to know a woman by the name of Bertha Mason?"

"Bertha?"

"Yeah," Xander said.

"Oh, yes. We use to play bridge together before she passed on."

"Was there anything wrong with her, physically?" Angel asked.

"Yes, I believe she had Alzheimer's."

"That explains the brain," Xander commented, "Did you see anything the night of her murder?"

"At about 3 in the morning," Angel offered.

"I saw a man; I think it was a man. I'm not sure."

"Can you describe him?" Angel asked.

"He was tall, wore dark clothes. His hands they were scaly and black. I've never seen anything like it before."

"Thank you," they said before they left the room.

"Mystical?" Xander offered.

"Not many people have scaly black hands."

"I did have a camp counselor once but it couldn't be him."

"It's a demon of some sort but I'm not sure what and I don't know what its doing."

"Well, whatever it is it can't be good."

The figure quietly crept into the apartment of the man he had been watching. He slowly walked over to the man's bed where he was fast asleep. He waved his hand over the man's mouth to silence him and then swiftly and silently he removed his knife from its sheath. Next he pushed the knife into the man's chest and with the skill of one of the world's best surgeons he cut out the man's heart, placing it in a jar, which he tucked under his cloak. Next he proceeded to sew up the man's chest and clean up and blood that he had spilt. When he had finished he left the room through the window with the same swiftness in which he came.

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