Part two

Jeremy sat down in shock. The cop had just told him and Ralph that Darla's body had been found. His heart would have stood still at that moment, if not for the fact that he was a vampire and it didn't beat anyway.

"I'm sorry mister Capello, but I have to ask this. Did your fiancée have any enemies, anyone who wanted her death."

Jeremy just looked down. Who would want Darla dead. His lovely Darla with her deep brown eyes and unconventional ways.

"There is one bit of good news though."
The young vampire immediately looked up at that.
"We may have a suspect."

"Who?" The cold tone in his voice was devastating.

"A black haired Caucasian male was seen running away from miss Blake's body. The entire police force is on the look out for him."

Ralph threw the cop a warning look It wouldn't be a good idea to tell Jeremy to much about the guy. The young vampire could decide to go after the guy himself. Damn why did this have to happen now. The cop seemed to get the message and quieted down almost instantly.
Ralph put his hand on his friends shoulder. "Jeremy?"

"Not now." Before his eyes the vampire disappeared in a cloud of fog. Leaving his best friend muttering about what he was supposed to do now.

****

Xander came running into his basement.
"Oh man. This isn't happening." He quickly grabbed for some of his stuff. "this just can't be happening to me." Not really thinking he took another shirt and stuffed it in a sport bag.

"Giles or Buffy or anyone, they'll know what to do. They have to know." He left without looking back. His room a mess.

Jeremy appeared moments later. He'd followed the smell that had been hanging near the murder scene. Not sure what he'd find, but hoping to find at least a clue. He didn't really look around. All he did was stand there, letting the feeling of the room enter him. It's smell, something just felt wrong. There was some kind of scent that didn't belong, something ... odd.

Suddenly the scent increased. Jeremy ducked back as a young blond teenager entered the room. The girls firs reaction as she saw the mess was to scream, she didn't though and just said: 'What the hell." Then she saw someone standing in the back. "What?"

Her food touched something on the ground, a pocket version of the kama sutra that had been hidden under the clothing spread across the floor. She knelt to pick it up when she noticed him.
The Daywalker didn't know what was wrong with the girl, but he'd rather not wait long enough to find out. He tried to get out, but she was blocking the doorway.
Instinctively he allowed his fangs to show and his eyes to shine golden.
As Anya screamed he ran past her. Taking up speed and jumping up in the air. Anything to get away from that weird screeching sensation.

*****

Anya was a wreck by the time she got to Giles'. Screaming and sobbing about Xander and some kind of monster. Willow and Tara were sitting on the ground while Buffy was sharpening one of her stakes. Buffy jumped up the instant she heard Xanders name.

"What's wrong?"

"I was at Xander's and some guy was in his room. Some guy with fangs."

"A vampire?" Tara brought out.

"In broad daylight?" Buffy asked.

"I don't think so. He didn't look like a vamp. There were no ridges on his head. Just the fangs and eyes."

"And he was in Xanders room."

"But where's Xander."

"Present and accounted for." All looked up at the direction of the voice.

"Xander." Anya jumped at her boyfriend and hugged him. Then she slapped him.

"Where were you. I thought you were eaten or something?"

Xander brushed over his face, pulling her closer to him and caressing her hair.
"I'm sorry, but I just didn't know...
Eaten? Why that. I know I'm delicious but " before Xander could continue Buffy started laughing.

"We're just glad you're still around. Now never go missing again. You hear me."

"Sure." A big grin showed up on his face. "So if I went missing you guys would miss me? Makes me think about something." He looked at the four woman winkingly.

Willow blushed a bit and sat closer to Tara who brushed through her hair. Trying to help her relax and unconsciously showing her property-claims. Buffy didn't bother to give an answer and Anya just glared at him.

"That better not be anyone but me you're thinking of. You're my orgasm-buddy. The others can find their own."

******

Jeremy landed in a dark back alley. There was a bar in front of him. Its name seemed familiar.
'Willie's' Oh yes, the local blood supplier. Not highly recommended by the Guide, but still the only one in the immediate area. He was careful as he entered, ignoring the looks turned to him.
Most of the customers, even the ones that looked human had a weird smell surrounding them. This wasn't anything like the butchers he was used to frequenting. Was there any kind of protocol he was supposed to adhere to?

He looked up when a blond spiky haired demon vamp entered the place from the back. Jeremy followed him with his eyes up to the bar as the vampire ordered his blood. A scruffy looking man took some bags from under the counter.

Jeremy nodded to himself and came up. He quickly ordered a few pounds of pigs blood. The other vampire looked at him in disdain.

"Can't handle your liquor Daywalker?"

Jeremy didn't look up as he tested the blood.
"What buisness is that of yours?"

"Oh nothing, just ... interested."

The bartender snuffed at that.
"As if you've got much to say Spike. Hanging out with the Slayer and all ..."

"That's business." The vampire seemed to get both angry and hurt at the words, he looked at the bartender and a feeling of pain seemed to hit him like a bat.

The human grinned at the sight of it. "You've lost your toughness, haven't you Spike. Poor old Willie here got himself defanged. Can't even hurt a rabbit anymore."

The vampires face contorted into its demonic visage but the bartender didn't shriek back. Jeremy didn't have a clue what they were talking about, but he didn't think he really wanted to find out.

In the end the demonbreed grabbed his head in pain, giving the bartender a mean look before taking his blood and leaving. Jeremy stared after him for a second, wondering about the other, before concentrating on his own food. He dipped his finger in the thick red liquid, testing it, just to be sure there was nothing wrong with it.
The bartender seemed to be getting impatient.
"Need anything else?"

Jeremy shivered under the others cold eyes. If it weren't because he really needed the blood, he didn't think he'd come here again. But he did, if not to survive, then to keep from going crazy. He made a hasty order to get more blood, deciding to find a better spot for further purchase in the near future. He was heaving his two bags outside and had his hands on the door when it shot open and the demon coming in pushed him to the ground. He looked at the thing and immediately decided to apologize, even though he'd been the one to be wronged.

He couldn't even get a single word stammered out before the chaos demon grabbed him by the collar and threw him up against the wall on the other side of the room. He looked up, smelling his blood sipping on the ground. His face turned from its human form to its slightly less human enraged Daywalker-look. His eyes turned red, his fangs erupted from his mouth and a small set of claws appeared on his hands. Most of the other demons pitied him for starting a fight with a chaos demon, if they didn't ignore him that is. They shouldn't have.

The fight took less than a minute. The remains of the chaos demon were splattered across the room. A few heaps of dust, vampires that hadn't gotten out of the way fast enough, could be found all around. The demons with a heartbeat almost felt theirs stand still and most of them ran off. Without paying. The lesson tended to be learned very quickly, now if only they didn't forget it. An angry Daywalker is never a pretty sight.

Willie shivered as he saw the prowling vampire look out for another target. He hid, trying to avoid any kind of contact, terrified to be next. The Daywalker just ignored him and left. The bartender started sobbing as soon as the door slammed shut.

To be continued