Chapter 1: New Kids On The Block

Disclaimer: (Because Trunkies is soooooooooo picky!) Screw you Joss! I don't care! GIVE ME CONNER! (And Doyle for my picky friend here k?) SPIKE TOO!

{This is a little thing our insane minds put together from some very wishful thinking over the summer. Don't flame us, blame us, or tame us.

I'm kicking SC off since her Muse is smoking something that my muse wants. *TG's muse tries to grab SC's muse's special pot thing*

TG's Muse: Why are you acting so weird?

SC's Muse: Because I got high, because I got high, because I got high.

SC & TG: Stop it we're writing here.

SC: No, you are, TG. I'm joining my muse.

TG: No you're writing. I'm going into the closet for few minutes. *Naughty sounds come from the closet*

SC: Fine, I'll be mature. Here's the story. She's being very scary now, so I'm left with a stupid computer that has a stupid 'no porn' rule. Hope you like it. Next chapter will be written entirely by me. Right now I'm just writing a paragraph or two while TG scares me.





Three months had passed since Angel and Cordy had disappeared. It had been one week since the new oracle had come to town. It was still a mystery as to who it was. Winifred Burkle, Charles Gunn and Conner Angel had given up looking for them. But only two were truly looking for Angel. Conner had no intension of caring for the father he grew up without. For all he cared, he could go to hell.again. The Fang gang was out looking for the Oracle in a dank looking part of town. The deep-set alleys twisted and turned to form a new sort of confusion.

"Guys, don't you think we could do this in the day?" Fred quietly stuttered.

"No, the Oracle can only come out at night." Conner mysteriously stated.

"Dude, how would you know? You never researched it. You're making it up. And what's with the way you talk, like you're some evil savior. It's freakin' me out." Gunn said, earning the look of death from Conner.

*TG is now taking over*

Mean while a few blocks down a group of 5 (actually 4 since one's a one year old) was running down the street from a guy with a big knife. They ducked into an alley and the oldest looking one doubled over. Her blue hair was in her baby blue eyes. She was screaming in pain. Her best friend who looked no more than 13 started trying to calm down the screaming five-year- old Mackenzie.

"Kenz, please stop crying," said the youthful Marissa.

The 5 year old wouldn't stop crying and through her sobs she managed to say some thing. "Rista's hurt, I need to help her," bellowed the shrieking child as the 17-year-old Krista started to get up.

"That had to be the freakiest one yet." Krista muttered.

"What happened?" Asked Marissa like it was nothing.

"A British dude with glasses and some evil hell bitch.no scratch that, I think she's lawyer, were being attacked by a British woman with raven hair and dark eyes that happened to be a vampire. And I'll be just fine even though you didn't ask this time."

"You usually tell me not to bother asking."

"But you usually do."

"I just started doing what you told me to do."

"God Rissa, you're in a bad mood today aren't you?"

"Sorry, it's just after Alec stole that money from the guy with the knife and he chased after us I'm just a tad bit high strung."

"I didn't mean to take the man's money. It's just after you were saying to each other how much we need money I took it from him. I didn't mean to cause trouble." Alec said in an innocent voice.

"It's alright Alec, it's just you don't take money." Krista said in a kind voice to the sulking four year old.

"I just thought that it would be okay since I only took a 10 and a 20 and not a 50 or 100."

"Would've been better if you grabbed a $150 instead of just $30." Krista mumbled.

"Rista, I don't want you turning my 4 year old brother into a delinquent."

"Rissa, it's official. We NEED to get jobs to get cash."

"Hello, I look 13. I can't get a job."

"But you're really 17 so you probably could get a job."

"Let's not get into that now, how about we get more into the where was whatever you saw happened."

"I saw the words Wolfram and Hart. Does that probably help?"

"I'll check the phone book at the next pay phone we find."

That was when Connor, Fred, and Gunn finally found the five of them.

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The three looked at the five people near them. The silence was deafening and Krista broke the silence.

"Uh.hi."

They looked at them with weird looks.

"Listen, you wouldn't happen to know anything about a Wolfram and Hart place would you?"

"They're bad." Fred said.

"Okay, so does this mean we're supposed to help the British dude with glasses and the evil hell bitch, I mean lawyer, or do we help the really insane vampire chic that's trying to kill them since I really don't care."

"Rista, I think we're supposed to help them." Marissa told her best friend.

"Stupid things.what do you think they are?" Krista mumbled. "Those things really, really hurt."

"Wait, what hurts?" Gunn asked with a strange tone.

"Krista sees things. We have no clue what they are but she's been having them for a few months now." Marissa said nonchalantly.

"You forgot that they really hurt like hell. I'm super pissed about them." Krista said in an angry tone of voice.

"Now we know where the visions went." Fred said.

"Kay, we know what to call them instead of evil things from hell but now there's the big question: WHY?" Krista said with a really angry tone.

"We'll explain later. Just come with us." Fred told them.

"What kind of mess have we gotten our selves into this time?" Krista mumbled.

TG: You like? SuperChic will try to get the next chapter done quickly so don't worry.