Thanks everyone for being so patient with me and waiting for me to finaly update. Your reviews and comments give me reason to write, so thanx! Special thanks to Shojo-Chan, Valkyrie-ShapeShifter666, Alanna, GaaraHinataWake and CeleryRox for commenting on the last chapter and thanks to all who have faved this.

Anyway, I came up with this last night, after having this really weird dream. I had been having major writers block, so I stayed up half the night writing when i thought of it. Please enjoy!

Fang POV

I closed my eyes as the vampire's fangs approached my neck. I had no more fight in me, and even if I did, there was almost certainly no way I would get out of this alive. I felt awful about leaving the flock behind, but they would move on (hopefully), they had to. And I wanted to see Max again.

Suddenly a black blur slammed into the vampire that was on top of me and forced the vamp to go spinning away. The two vampires that were holding me down jumped up and looked around frantically while their master snapped orders to attack. There was just one problem. They couldn't see what had attacked the fledgling. In the confusion, one of the lackeys stepped on me, knocking to wind from my lungs. I rolled on my side and tried to haul air back in.

I could only see the master vamp from my position and he was growing increasingly panicked. It was almost funny to watch. Almost.

Another blur appeared from nowhere and suddenly one of the lackeys went flying over my head and landed with a sickening thump against a nearby grave-stone. There was a long moan and then silence. He didn't get up. I eventually took a deep breath and immediately felt better… and very dizzy. I sucked in more air and struggled to sit up just in time to see the other goon dissolve into dust. A small branch clattered to the ground and there was no one behind it. I blinked in surprise.

A yelp distracted me. I whipped around to see a tall man with bleach-blond hair crouched in front of the head-honcho. The man cocked his head slightly and I caught a glimpse of a scar on his left eyebrow. The leader vampire fell to his knees and started begging. I could see pure panic on the vamp's face and confusion flashed through me. What was it about the blond man that had this old vampire so scared? And couldn't a vampire take out any man easily? Then it occurred to me that the man might not even be human. The blond haired man's fist shot out and connected solidly with the leader's solar poleaxes. He went flying backwards and landed in a heap. Another figure leapt out of the shadows and picked the vamp up and launched him back to scar-guy. I couldn't see the other persons face. When the vamp landed, scar-guy picked him up by the scruff of the neck and whispered a few words in the guy's face. Then he produced a stake from nowhere and slammed it home. The vampire exploded into thousands of little dust pieces.

I finally got to my feet and walked cautiously over to the bleach-blond man. "Thank you." I said.

The man just looked at me for a moment before muttering in a very awesome British voice, "What in the bloody hell are you doing out here?" Taken aback by his harsh tone, I blinked. The second figure trotted over to us and hopped up onto a grave-stone. There was a hood covering the person's face. He or she simply perched on the stone and crouched, staring at their hands.

"I was taking a walk." I answered defensively.

"A walk through a graveyard in the middle of the bloody night? You were lucky we heard what was going on or you would have been another meals on legs for these ones." The man snapped.

"My name's Fang. Not that you asked." I retorted sharply. I already didn't like this guy, but he had saved my life and I wanted to know who he was.

When I said my name, the hooded person's head snapped up. I looked over, trying to see a face, but it was still obscured in the shadows. But I could see his or her eyes. One was a pure gold and the other a cobalt blue that was so bright, it was nearly glowing. I shuddered. A small keening noise came from the direction of hooded guy. It sounded like raw pain.

The blond man's head whipped over to stare at his partner. The man's blue eyes were worried as he stared into the strange bi-coloured eyes.

"I'm Spike." He replied absently.

I opened my mouth to say something but then decided against it. Spike seemed to be occupied with staring at the person on the grave-stone so I turned and walked over to where the branch that had killed the second goon had fallen. I picked it up and headed quickly over to the first goon was lying unconscious and moaning softly. I didn't hesitate. I stabbed his heart and was instantly coated in dust. A powerful rush ran through me and I felt better than I had all night. I could almost see why Buffy would enjoy this so much. Other demons and things I wouldn't want to face, but I was certain I could take a vampire and I would have earlier if I hadn't been so distracted. I swore internally again at myself for being so dumb.

I picked my way around graves and came back to stand in front of Spike. He wasn't staring at the gold and blue eyed person, just watching me. The glowing eyes beside us were completely focused on me and I felt a shiver of something travel down my spine. Why were these strangers so focused on me?

"Alrigh, Spike. How did you know those guys were vampires?" I asked.

"Good, at least you aren't a total idiot." Spike muttered to himself. At least I hoped it was himself. "I smelled them."

I cocked my head and studied him quizzically. He didn't look like any demon or enhanced human. Before I could say something, Hooded Person tipped their head back and began to stare at the moon. The hood slipped from her face and I finally got a look at who this mysterious and very creepy person was.

It was Max.

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