BLAKE

                                       HUNTER

NOTE: I do not own the Angel/Buffy characters or anything like that but I do own Blake and any others that I make up.

A/N: This is a story that shot me in the head. Don't ask what's going to happen or how it came to me. It just did. There will probably be barely any Buffy or Angel characters in it but the killing vampires/demons thing shall definitely remain. I can't tell you much more because... well, I don't know yet.

                                        CHAPTER 2

          Blake Hunter awoke to the sound of his alarm clock going off. He reached over his bed, groggily, and shut the annoying tool off. Blake put both hands over his eyes with a groan. He ran his hands through his hair then. Finally he got out of bed. Blake took a long shower and changed into his usual white t-shirt, black jeans, and leather jacket. He laced up his Nike sneakers before leaving out the door.

          The twenty-one-year-old left out of his apartment building and walked up to his Harley. Blake put on his helmet, climbed on the bike, and immediately rode off. Blake drove through the crowded streets of LA. He had forgotten to even touch food before he left his apartment. It didn't really matter. He barely had anything in the fridge to begin with.

          Blake stopped in front of a donut shop he knew well. He went inside, order his usual coffee and sugar donut, and left out. Blake munched and drunk at the light breakfast before getting back on his motorbike and driving again. Morning section... what could be better? Blake had no idea why he had signed up for morning classes instead of evening. Oh, right. He was a freak. And things happen to freaks during night hours.

          Entering his advanced mathematics class Blake managed to get to a desk in the back. The professor turned around just in time to see the young man taking his late seat. Blake tuned out his professor's long and mind-numbing lecture about punctuality. Blake heard the same thing nearly everyday. Who cares? He showed up, didn't he?

          Blake was more than relieved when section was over. It seemed like such a waste of time not to mention a serious bore. Blake cruised through town on his motorcycle much later that evening. He took a glance at his digital watch, reading 8 o'clock and decided to call it quits. Plus the young motorcyclist hadn't eaten anything since noon.

          As he was getting ready to head home an earsplitting scream filled the air. Not the air of any normal person, but of Blake. Blake turned his cycle around and headed in the direction of the bellow.

          A vampire stood over a young teenaged girl. The blonde girl crouched in the corner. The vampire enjoyed her screams of help and mercy.

"Come on. Shout a little louder," the vampire taunted. "I want to see how loud you can go."

"Funny." The vampire turned and saw Blake. He took off a pair of dark shades he had been wearing. "I was just about to tell you the same thing."

"Get lost, pal," the vampire ordered.

"Help me," the teenaged girl pleaded.

"Shut up!" the vampire spat at her.

"Once again, I was about to tell you the same thing."

          The vampire launched at Blake. Blake quickly grabbed him by the front of his shirt sending him into three garbage cans. The vamp quickly rose again. Blake grabbed him and began to pummel his in the chest. He kicked his lower abdomen, sending the creature of the night back into the garbage.

"You know what?" The vamp stood up. "The girl's all yours."

          He practically flew up to the top of a short building. Blake shook his head in amusement. He leapt up and did the same move as the vampire, remarkably. Blake jumped in front of the vampire before he could go to the top of another building.

"I told you. I don't care about the chick."

"Yeah, well, I care about you, sweetheart." Blake slid a stake out from the sleeve of his jacket and quickly stabbed the vampire in the chest, turning him to dust. Blake pretended to tear up. "I love these caring moments."

          Blake jumped from the building then, landing stylishly on his feet as if he were a cat. He walked into the alley and saw the girl crying into her knees, looking younger than ever and extremely frightened. Blake knelt down to her, slowly taking one of her hands.

"Ease up, kid. It's over."

The girl slowly looked up at Blake, tears streaming down her face. "That thing... where did it go?"

"Don't worry. It's gone now. He won't be bothering you again."

"Oh, my God. Thank—"

"Save it. You shouldn't have been out here on this side of town, anyway. It was your own fault you were nearly killed. Now get lost."

          Blake left out of the alley, getting onto his motorcycle. As he put back on his helmet he looked back over at the girl, looking as shy and hurt as possible. Blake drove off, not caring about the indignant and poignant look on the young girl's face.

A/N: I know what you're thinking. What is Blake, right? What's his deal? Well, you have to keep reading to find that out. But, mostly, keep reviewing.