Chapter One:
Chyana Evans strolled into her Los Angeles waiting room. Having more money then most small countries, the place was beautifully furnished and designed. Chyana looked around to make sure that everything met her approval. It was nice looking, black tile floor and forest green walls, with a large mirror behind the front desk. There were plants in several places in the waiting room. The dark blue leather sofas accented the various dark greens beautifully. Now, add a birdcage and an exotic bird, and the room was set. Then she looked into her office with disgust, honestly, you pay a woman 55$ per hour and she still can't get things right. She promptly began choosing new colors.
Shadows shifted around the dank darkness, and a beautiful, sleek figure walked through the Los Angeles sewer system. Raksha looked around with disgust. This no daylight thing sucked. Actually it was all right mostly a pain in the ass. It was just that the sewers in LA stank, no pun intended. Still she thought about all the people, the parties, and the mysterious deaths. She smiled to herself. Oh yeah. LA was going to rock.
Chyana walked into the street. It was packed, as always. She entered her penthouse and changed. Time to go hunting. Once equipped with several concealed stakes, and her two favorite knives, she set out to hit the clubs most likely to contain vampires.
Letting her silky black hair fall around her shoulders in disarray, Raksha looked into a mirror. Her pale slim face was framed by layered hair; haunting eyes that refused to stay just one color peered coldly at the world. It was like a shark, beautiful and deadly, but would lure those more daring humans to her like a magnet. She stepped out of her hiding place and into her new domain. Her new place to play. She smiled.
The club was crowded, no surprise there. Humans danced and listened to their music, totally unaware of the danger they were in. Angel watched as 4 vampires led a group of unsuspecting humans out into the ally. He followed smoothly behind.
Chyana followed the sent of blood. It led her to a blackened ally. A breeze picked up and pushed the sent away from her. Still, she could see well enough to find the body. It lay on the ground, torn in various places. All the blood was drained and the heart and liver were gone. The sight was familiar one. She looked around for the mark to confirm her suspicions. There beside the body on the ground were 5 claw marks as though a giant panther had dug her claws into the ground. How long it had been since she and Raksha had parted ways? At least one hundred years since there last meeting. And another hundred before that. Chyana closed her eyes at the memory of long time best friend.
Flash Back
The village was calm and silent. Only Chyana and Raksha were out. Wooden stake's in hand they stalked the hunters through the night. Chyana did so with a sense of duty and honor, as all slayers did. Raksha did so with a wild sprit and love of the hunt. She should have been the slayer. Chyana thought sadly. She was the one who loved doing this. A sudden pain in her stomach alerted her to a vampire behind her. She turned and plunged the stake into its black heart. He exploded into a cloud of dust. At least cleaning up was easy. She heard Raksha laugh, a cruel and cold laugh, she'd staked another vampire. As Chyana began fighting with another vampire she really started to get into it. Sometimes this could be fun.
Very soon, she and Raksha had killed the five vampires. As they walked into the village they realized that they had been lured away. Vampires had attacked the village. Bodies were everywhere. Chyana's watcher lay on the on her doorstep, a wooden stake in her chest, her once sparkling blue eyes stared dully a head, starting to film over. Chyana touched her wrist and checked for a pulse. Nothing.
Someone laughed behind. Chyana spun around and was facing Angelus, a deadly and feared vampire. Even other vampires feared him; he smiled a sadistic cruel smile. "I do enjoy you slayers. So very entertaining and always tasty" He looked at them both, frowning. "Now which of you is the slayer? There can't be two of you."
"I am." Raksha said before Chyana could answer. What was she doing? Chyana wondered. Angelus was known for torturing slayers before he killed them.
"Good. I haven't had slayer blood in a long time." He changed, and like all vampires went from a beautiful outside to the inner monster he truly was, and reached out to grab Raksha.
"Stop." Commanded a deep voice.
Angelus rolled his glowing eyes. "Tomb, this isn't a good time."
"I want to use them for my experiment."
"Why'd I make a witch doctor into a vampire?" Angelus grumbled to himself, stepping back.
End flash back
Chyana shook herself out of the memory. True, Angelus was the one who cursed them, but Raksha didn't have to choose to be the way she was. But it was her nature to hunt. It always had been. Chyana stopped her inspection of the body - a familiar voice interrupted her.
"There will be no more death for you."
Spinning around Chyana prepared to attack, he was holding a wooden stake. She brought her own up. "Angel." She whispered. He was Angel now, not Angelus.
"Chyana?"
"Yes." It had been over a century since she'd seen him last, since she'd found out about his curse, a human soul, and finally stopped hunting him.
"Do you know who did this?" He asked, lowering his stake.
Chyana sighed, "Yes."
"Raksha?"
"Yeah. It was her. Which means she's in LA."
"Oh no."
"Yup."
