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CHAPTER 2 - Slayers
Inside an old Sunnydale mansion...
Angel practiced his sword fighting with Spike, as Drusilla looked lazily on. Her chestnut hair that fell in waves over her shoulders gleamed in the sunlight. Light glinted and played off the blades as Angel performed a flip over Spike's head, swinging the sword down in a smooth arc to Spike's neck.
It made a small nick in his skin, drawing a drop of blood, before Spike quickly brought his own blade up to block the blow, a spark flashed as the metal drew against each other. Angel landed lightly on his feet lifted his sword, and Spike quickly swung his in an attack against Angel's torso.
It grazed against the cotton of his T-shirt, and sliced a slit in the material, but Angel's tan skin underneath was unharmed. He quickly parried Spike's offense.
Drusilla interrupted them. "I think you've had enough, boys," she said in a lilting voice. Smooth, melodious, enchanting.
Angel exhaled sharply, as he dropped the sword. He leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees. Sweat dripped off a strand of hair as it hung in his eyes. He glanced at Spike, who was sitting on the ground, his knees drawn up as he rested his arms on them.
"Are you okay?" he asked, catching his breath.
Spike nodded and brought a hand up to touch the wound. He glanced at his reflection in the window, and saw the small cut, next to an old scar. "I'm fine. It's almost dry." He glanced at Angel's shirt. "What about you, mate?"
Angel nodded as well. "Didn't break the skin." He smirked. "You gotta use more force."
"Yeah, I'll bet," Spike remarked dryly, his crisp English accent clear. "You forget. We're strong, but we can be hurt."
"Yeah, yeah," Angel tossed off carelessly, as someone entered the mansion. He turned with a wide grin. "Darla! You're back!"
A petite, pretty blond walked in, smiling. "Missed me, my Angel?"
He smiled at her. "Of course I did!" A frown flickered over his face. "Where have you been?"
"Researching. Seems our favorite vamps are at it again. Another sacrifice."
"Another?" Spike asked in disbelief. "Didn't Angel just handle one two nights ago? And didn't I stop their activities last week?"
"Yes, and yes," Darla nodded. "But they're planning another one. And it's gonna be big. Both of you are gonna have to take care of it this time. No taking turns. The Slayers are gonna have to work together." She looked at them intently. They glanced at each other and nodded. She turned to Drusilla. "Dru, I'll need you to -"
"Do the research and get the spells?" Drusilla offered with a smile. "As usual. What about doughnuts?"
"The jelly-filled kind," Angel tossed off with a grin. "A Slayer's gotta have his nutrition."
"That's hardly nutrition, Angel," admonished Darla. Angel just flashed a charming grin. She rolled her eyes. "I don't know how you survive on that stuff. I'll make some tea."
AN: Thanks for the reviews, keep them coming. :)
CHAPTER 2 - Slayers
Inside an old Sunnydale mansion...
Angel practiced his sword fighting with Spike, as Drusilla looked lazily on. Her chestnut hair that fell in waves over her shoulders gleamed in the sunlight. Light glinted and played off the blades as Angel performed a flip over Spike's head, swinging the sword down in a smooth arc to Spike's neck.
It made a small nick in his skin, drawing a drop of blood, before Spike quickly brought his own blade up to block the blow, a spark flashed as the metal drew against each other. Angel landed lightly on his feet lifted his sword, and Spike quickly swung his in an attack against Angel's torso.
It grazed against the cotton of his T-shirt, and sliced a slit in the material, but Angel's tan skin underneath was unharmed. He quickly parried Spike's offense.
Drusilla interrupted them. "I think you've had enough, boys," she said in a lilting voice. Smooth, melodious, enchanting.
Angel exhaled sharply, as he dropped the sword. He leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees. Sweat dripped off a strand of hair as it hung in his eyes. He glanced at Spike, who was sitting on the ground, his knees drawn up as he rested his arms on them.
"Are you okay?" he asked, catching his breath.
Spike nodded and brought a hand up to touch the wound. He glanced at his reflection in the window, and saw the small cut, next to an old scar. "I'm fine. It's almost dry." He glanced at Angel's shirt. "What about you, mate?"
Angel nodded as well. "Didn't break the skin." He smirked. "You gotta use more force."
"Yeah, I'll bet," Spike remarked dryly, his crisp English accent clear. "You forget. We're strong, but we can be hurt."
"Yeah, yeah," Angel tossed off carelessly, as someone entered the mansion. He turned with a wide grin. "Darla! You're back!"
A petite, pretty blond walked in, smiling. "Missed me, my Angel?"
He smiled at her. "Of course I did!" A frown flickered over his face. "Where have you been?"
"Researching. Seems our favorite vamps are at it again. Another sacrifice."
"Another?" Spike asked in disbelief. "Didn't Angel just handle one two nights ago? And didn't I stop their activities last week?"
"Yes, and yes," Darla nodded. "But they're planning another one. And it's gonna be big. Both of you are gonna have to take care of it this time. No taking turns. The Slayers are gonna have to work together." She looked at them intently. They glanced at each other and nodded. She turned to Drusilla. "Dru, I'll need you to -"
"Do the research and get the spells?" Drusilla offered with a smile. "As usual. What about doughnuts?"
"The jelly-filled kind," Angel tossed off with a grin. "A Slayer's gotta have his nutrition."
"That's hardly nutrition, Angel," admonished Darla. Angel just flashed a charming grin. She rolled her eyes. "I don't know how you survive on that stuff. I'll make some tea."