Everyone was staring, at him. At his car mostly. Gunn smiled at the looks he got. He wasn't wearing a suit, but what he wore was expensive and it showed.
He stopped at Randall's place, paying some kids to watch over his wheels. No need to get the damn thing stolen on his first day. He'd gotten a call from Randall, after the whole Jasmine fiasco, telling Gunn that he was back with the crew. Gunn went inside the dilapidated house that kept the crew safe from the elements.
Randall was in a corner getting some axes and stakes. One of the girl's stood with him, there was a guy on the couch, holding his head in his hands...
"Randall." Gunn stepped in. He suddenly felt really bad, wearing his nice clothes.
But then, he had sent them money.
"What do you want?"
"You called."
"Yeah I did. Five hours ago."
"Well, sorry. I didn't get the message until now."
The boy just snorted, staring at the man in the corner booth that had gone down again.
"Three, there's three. Kavrath me Gogh's. They got children, five. Yellow scales, no horns. Claws, ripping. Bar, God kids, dying...."
Gunn recognized the English accent, less posh than Wesley's.
"Who's that?" Gunn asked.
"New guy, he's a bit crazy, but he's worth listening too."
Gunn nodded. "So what's this about a nest? Do we need backup? I can call Angel."
"We dealt with it already. We don't need the stinking vamp."
"Geez, then why did you call me in the first place."
The white guy got up, Gunn started to notice things, wounds in the man's face. The gauntness of his body as if it had been days since he'd eaten.
He was shaking.
There was some kind of crystal thing around his neck. "Hey chief, where did you get that?" Gunn touched the necklace.
The man pulled back, holding onto the thing as if his life depended on it. His brown hair streaked with a few last edges of blond.
"Will it's ok." The girl went up to him. Touching his face.
The man turned them one last look before running off.
The girl wanted to go after him, but Randall stopped her.
"He'll be back.
You know he will."
Gunn started after him.
"I don't like the looks of that thing."
"It's the only thing he's got Gunn."
"Well, that's a magic thing. And magic things with crazy people usually aren't good."
"He's not crazy." they all gave her a strange look.
"Just confused."
"Well, confused and magic aren't any better."
He didn't have to go far to find the guy, the man was sitting on his car, just lying in the sun, staring up at the light. It made him worry about the guy's eyes.
"Hey pal. What're you doing?"
"There's demons, killing kids."
"Yeah, well point me at 'em. I'll get 'em. It's my job. What's your name?"
"Sp.. William. Bad William. William skipped a step."
"Where'd you get that thing?"
"Girl. I hurt the girl. She called me champion. Her champion."
"I think you should come with me. I know people who can help you."
"No. No people. Can't see... Children, ..."
Gunn grabbed for his cellphone, dialing the office. He got Angel's secretary.
"Yeah. I want to leave a message from Angel--"
The guy jumped at the name.
A shiver overtaking him once more.
Gunn looked at him. "Are you okay?"
The man didn't answer, pulling his knees closer to his chin.
Gunn went back to the phone. "Get Angel on the phone now."
The man's long pale fingers were clutching to the amulet.
Pulling the rope into his skin.
"Hey, William.. Stop that, man." Gunn went back to the phone when he heard the gruff voice.
"Angel, I've got this weird guy, has this amulet. He's not making any sense. I think I should bring him in."
Gunn nodded, hanging up the phone.
"William, come on. We're going to go see someone who can help those kids."
"Help. Stop the demons?"
"Yeah."
A tear came from William's eyes.
Gunn grabbed hold of his hand, helping him down and into the car. William didn't fight him.
