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 5

"You can't be serious," Dr. B. Hunter said to the head of genetics.

"You can't do this," said Dr. J. Hunter.

"Listen, this was taken out of my hands," said the head of genetics. "Your fetus isn't growing anywhere near fast enough. We must speed up the process."

"You are playing with a vital experiment," said Dr. J. Hunter.

"It must be done," said the genetics doctor.

          A small group of experts placed the two doctors' fetus into a small machine, turning it on. The energy of the machine made the entire lab shake. Beakers fell over breaking. When the machine's work was finally done its entire area was smoky.

          Dr. B. Hunter walked through the smoke, her lungs practically burning. She waved the air trying to get rid of the foul smoke. B. Hunter finally made it over to the machine. Her eyes grew wide.

"Oh, my God! Look," she exclaimed. Dr. J. Hunter and the others surrounded her. A naked newborn baby lay squirming amongst the now broken machine. "It's a miracle."

"Yes." The head of genetics formed an ominous smile. "That's one way to look at it."

          Blake woke up quickly in his linear algebra class. He saw other students all heading out. Blake shook his head a little and left out of the class as well. He caught up with Donny later that day.

"College isn't all bad," said Donny.

"Yeah. The better to sleep through," said Blake.

"You fell asleep?"

"I've been doing that a lot lately."

"Go to a doctor, man."

"Doctor? I don't need somebody pointing out another freakish gene inside of me."

"Blake, you're not a freak," said Donny in a parent/teacher-like voice.

"Don't start. I've heard that all my life and I'm sick of hearing it," said Blake.

Donny felt the stress and wanted to change the subject. "Do you want to go check out my place?"

"I have to get to work. Remember that?"

"Call it a day off," Donny winked.

          Donny led the way to his new building. Blake could not believe how huge the apartment was. It did not look like your typical bachelor pad. The living room was large and had a great entertainment center. A big screen TV, DVD player, playstation2, and a large stack of DVDs and games stood nearby.

"Dude," said Blake, sitting down on the couch. "You got this place laid out."

"Pretty tight, huh?" said his Korean friend.

"Yeah. It's cool. I guess you know who your favorite uncle was."

"You know it." Donny grabbed a couple of cokes for himself and Blake. He sat down next to Blake on the couch. "So what do you think your sleeping thing is?"

"I don't know. I have these weird dreams." He sipped his coke.

"What are they about?"

"Psycho stuff. They're like... weird. Sometimes it's like they're so real."

"What are they about?" Donny insisted.

Blake laughed a little. "Forget it, man. You got anything to eat around here?"

"I knew I forgot something when I was buying the new stereo system. Let's go get some chow at Wendy's."

"Uh, don't think so."

"Oh, don't tell me you're still with the vegetarian scene." Blake nodded. "Come on. Are you gonna eat tofu forever?"

"Since when do I eat tofu? And besides I still eat pizza. Let's go to this small place near my building."

"Cool. I'll grab the Lexus."

          Blake and Donny got a large pizza and some drinks at the pizzeria. They headed back towards the car when Blake quickly turned back. As Donny got into the driver's seat he noticed a strange look on Blake's face.

"Dude, come on. Let's go eat this pie before it gets cold," said Donny.

"Later," said Blake. "I'll be right back."

          Blake ran off then. Donny shook his head, remembering a couple of those moments from their teen years. Blake turned a corner and dashed off. He saw that the door to a house had been torn off. Blake went into the house and saw a man a suit trashing the living room.

Blake cleared his throat. "Naughty, naughty." The man turned and looked at him. "You let me catch you. Very poor on your part."

The man glared at him. "So... I guess I'm goin' up the river. Oh, wait. You are." The man morphed into a slime-covered demon.

Blake was surprised but did not flinch. "Cute magic trick. Wanna see one of mine?"

          He jumped up and kicked the demon in the chest. The demon flew into a coffee table, breaking it. He quickly arose and scarred Blake's bare arm with his claws. Blake, no time to think about his arm, grabbed the demon and fluently tossed him right out of a window. Blake jumped out of the window after him. He grabbed the unconscious demon again. His eyes opened.

"What? No weapons?"

"Buddy, I am a weapon."

          With that Blake snapped the monster's neck. He dusted off his hands and headed away. Blake headed back to Donny. Donny quickly noticed his friend's battered arm. He got out of the car and grabbed Blake's arm.

"What happened?" said Donny.

Blake replied, "All in a day's work."

A/N: OK, people. I tried to make this one longer so be happy, please? All right. Now what do I usually say here? Oh, yeah. Review.