Chapter Four:

Thierry walked calmly into the well-decorated office.  He had heard that Mrs. Evens could make a very powerful ally.  His two guards walked beside him, as his 'business associates'.  She was said to be an elite in the world of vampire hunting, around for about 200 years.  But no one knew what she was exactly.

"Hello." Said a cheerful receptionist, "Do you have an appointment?"

"Yes."  He answered calmly, "Thierry Descouedres."

"Good afternoon.  She'll be with you shortly. She's running behind schedule, please make yourself comfortable." She indicated to the coffeepot, and many different small pastries, and the comfortable looking (and very expensive) furniture, "And if you need anything please ask."

"Thank you."  Thierry responded, he was amused, it was the first time in a very long while that he had to wait. He sat where he could listen to the conversation inside.

Chyana sat back at her desk.  Angel sat in front of her.               

"So she's decided to stay in town?"

"I think so."  Angel replied, "She appeared to be enjoying herself."

"Damn her." Chyana muttered, "I warned her."                             

"Of what?"

"That I would kill her if she stayed.  But I don't think I can do it!"

"I know.  I wanted to kill her when she had Cordelia, but I couldn't do it.  I feel responsible for her."

"I know.  I don't know what to do."

"We'll work something out." Angel assured her.

"But how many humans will she kill before then?"  Chyana stood up and started pacing.  "Why does she have to be this way?"

"I don't know.  But I'll see if there's anything I can do."

"We have one more problem," Chyana said.  "Even if we do want to kill her, how?"

"I have no idea."

Much to Thierry's displeasure he could no longer hear the conversation.  He wondered who they were talking about, obviously someone dangerous.  He waited to see who would come out the door, oddly no one did.   

"Sir," Loup Avacedo said questioning, "We can go in now."

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."  Thierry stood up and walked into the office.

He studied the girl behind the desk.  She didn't appear any older then he, maybe seventeen.  Her hair was long and silky, shimmering blond/gold colors in the sunlight.  Mournful steel blue eyes looked at him, contrasting with the rich smile she gave him.  Her every movement conveyed that she was in perfect control of her slim body.          

"I'm sorry about the wait, I had some papers from a conference to take care of." She put her hand out, "I'm Chyana Evans."

Thierry took her hand, "Nice to meet you Mrs. Evans."

"Please, call me Chyana."  

"You can call me Thierry."

"Great, now what did you want to see me about?" Chyana sat down at her desk.  She studied him carefully.  He wasn't human, but, like Angel, he wasn't evil. He seemed very reserved; she couldn't get any of his emotions out of his face.  His eyes told her that he had had times of great sadness and joy.

"I want to know if I can contract you for a job."           

"Oh?"    

He had decided to test her first, "Yes, a very special one."         

"Continue."

"There has been a certain creature causing me problems, he goes by the name of Spike.  He's a blond haired vampire.  I need him removed.  Can you do it?"

"We need to get something straight."  Chyana looked at him coldly losing her polite look, "I seldom do private deals, and actually, I haven't done one in over a hundred years, and never bring it into my office.  This is a place of business. My place of business.  And second, why the hell can't you handle Spike yourself? He's not that strong."

"You know Spike?"

"Yes, I just never got around to killing him."

"Why not?"

"Because- that's none of your business." Chyana snapped not wanting to tell him about Spike threatening her current family, and how she had been too weak, from an earlier fight, to do much.

"Will you do it?" Thierry asked.

"Oh, fine.  I'll go out tonight."          

"How do you know where he is?"

"I have my connections."

"Have me called once you kill him."

"You'll know."