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Okay I know nothing about 'Angel' 'cept there's Cordy, Wesley, Doyle, Angel and Gunn (I love Gunn I saw him in one of three episodes I have seen and he was great "So which scaly, pus monster y'all want me to slay this time?" Love it.) I also know Doyle's dead – I ain't that dense okay so my friend told me when I couldn't care less, but I do know!

A/N Okay so here's Chapter 2! Enjoy!

 LA sure was big.

 'Understatement Xand-man' Xander thought as he stepped off the bus.

  Everyone in LA had someplace to be, someone to be with, and something to do. You could tell by the way no one even tossed a glance in his direction.

 It was already approaching dark, what good old Oz used to call Vampire-stretch-and-yawn-period.

And as Xander drew near an alleyway (a dark alleyway) which hopefully, and according to the address he had, led to Angels offices (Okay does Angel's agency have a name? Sorry I don't watch Angel. Could someone tell me if they review? Thanks) He tentatively touched the comforting wooden stake in his back pocket. It was one of Buffy's, ole trusty; he'd dusted many vamps with this old stake. Kinda like Kendra's Mr. Pointy.

 It may only be twilight, but this alley made twilight darker – and anyway the vamps were probably awake and hungry already.

 Naturally Xander didn't want to be eaten or vamped tonight. He'd only just got the courage to even come.

 Sure it had been spur of the moment but the adrenaline was fading fast, sure he got there saw Cordy. The what? What was he going to say? "Hey Cor, just thought I'd come over, leave everyone back in Sunnydale including my fiancée (ex-fiancée, that discussion had not been pretty) and se if we still had a chance. What do you say Cor?" Yeah. Sure. That'll work. This was Cordelia Chase we're on about here.

 'Note to self' Xander thought as he walked warily down the shadowy alley, "Always formulate a plan, it works for Buffy.'

 The noise and light from the street behind Xander dwindled to whispers and he was alone. Strange whispers and creaks filled his ears and shifting shadows instantly put him on edge.

 Clearly the vampire that decided Xander looked like a tasty morsel was a rookie. He looked younger than Xander, with a serious almost frightening acne problem.

 Xander saw him coming. Appearing like a big, dorky bat. He lunged at Xander. Correction, he lunged and impaled himself on the fist Xander flung out.

 Blinking it took Xander at least ten seconds to realize he knocked the vamp over.

 Hurriedly he withdrew ole trusty from his pocket and brandished it threateningly.

 Turning to where the vampire should have been Xander realized his first mistake.

 He'd taken his eyes off the vampire

 He was gone.

 His second mistake was to stall.

 The vampire came at him again, faster this time, maybe learning from his own mistakes.

 He knocked Xander to the floor, and al the air rushed out of Xander's lungs scarily, Xander gasped for air desperately. The vampire held Xander's shoulders tightly, he lowered his fangs to Xander's neck.

 Slowly.

Score second mistake for fang-man.

 'Stupid, rookie vampire' Xander thought as his lungs finally filed with air, he raised his knees and kicked the vamp away forcefully. Mr. Acne flew and hit the alley wall with a dull thud.

 Standing, Xander looked around quickly, ole trusty had soared from his hand when the force of the vampire cannonball had hit him.

 Spotting it by some crates, he ran over and scooped it up. His eyes on the vampire at all times – he was beginning to stir.

 Holding ole rusty ahead of him Xander straightened and advanced on the vamp who suddenly leapt to hi feet and ran at Xander – an angry dash, a last ditch attempt to get some breakfast. His eyes widened as he spotted the stake and - ……

 Turned to a pile of dust at Xander's feet.

 Yet again the vamp had impaled himself. On a stake this time not Xander's fist.

 "Stupid, rookie vampire." Xander reiterated, this time out loud, as he massaged his back where he'd hit the ground and put ole trusty in his back pocket

 "You don' t get smart vampires buddy. Their all stupid." A voice from the shadows told in conversationally.

 "Huh?" Xander asked squinting into the darkness.

 A tall, black man stepped forward, hands in his pockets, his head held confidently high. He was smiling his eyes twinkling slightly.

"You looking for something man? Or just a couple of un-deads to dust?" He asked pleasantly.

 "I'm looking for a guy called Angel." Xander informed him. "He's got some sorta agency round here."

 Yeah. I know Angel, you in trouble?"

 "No. Just looking for Angel and an old friend. Don't worry Angel will know who I am. Me and dead-boy go way back."

 The stranger smiled wider at the dead-boy comment. "Dead-boy? I like it. Gotta use that sometime."

 "So you know where he is?" Xander asked.

 "Yeah if you know Angel, you'll know he does most of his work at night."

 "Makes sense."

 "Yeah. So anyway this way, er…?"

 "Xander. Xander Harris."

 "The names Gunn. I'm a vampire killer, cuz they sure piss me off."

 "Yeah. Me too"

Thank you for my reviewers!!!

Apologies cuz I don't, A) Live in LA

                       B) Watch Angel

Could someone e-mail or leave a review telling me the name of Angel's business? And anything I get wrong? Thanks!

I'll get the next chapter out soon, Angel, Cordy, Wesley and Xander meet for the first time in three years. Part Cordy's POV part Xander's POV.

Asta! Piper-Katelyn (Hidden Angel)