Well, here's the next part. Oh, and BtVS wise this is set after Season Seven.

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Vampires, Witches, and Villains

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Gabriel sat behind the wheel, silently driving down the dark road. Every so often he would glare at Sparrow, who was sitting in the front seat. Whether or not Sparrow noticed him, he couldn't tell.

"So," Jones said, unable to take the silence anymore. "How'd M find you three?" No one answered. "Okay, forget I asked."

"They offered to pay me," Sparrow finally answered.

"Why am I not surprised?" Gabriel muttered under his breath, ignoring the smirk Sparrow gave him.

"We're here."

The car had finally reached the docks. As the four stepped out they looked with interest at the large ship at the end of the dock. It bared resemblance to a small cruise ship, and on the front in giant letters was the words "Black Pearl".

"So where'd you steal this from Jack?" Gabriel asked, and received a glare from Sparrow because of it. "What?"

"Commandeered," Sparrow said after a moment. "I commandeered that ship…with no real intention of bringing it back."

The rest of the group chuckled except for Gabriel, who rolled his eyes.

"So, where to now?" Jones asked.

"Los Angeles."

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Mashirra looked with little interest as the men began to reconstruct the large machine in front of them. Bloodrayne had skulked off after they returned also.

"Tell me, Doctor," Mashirra began, as he walked up to the large cloaked figure. "What exactly are you planning to use a time machine for?"

(Author's Note: The main villain is going to be called Doc until its time to find out who he is. But someone will probably figure out who he is beforehand)

Doc smirked. "Let's just say I'm bringing about a change to this world," he stated as he walked out of the room. "A change."

Mashirra looked after him for a moment before rolling his eyes and walking out of the room also. He was in a bored mood.

Eliza would cheer him up.

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Mashirra found Eliza in the training room, beating the hell out of a punching bag. He watched from the door, a smirk on his face, as she pummeled the bag with punches and kicks, before delivering a roundhouse kick that broke the bag off its chain.

Eliza landed and turned around, smiling at Mashirra. Eliza was in her mid twenties, with shoulder length golden blonde hair. She had a slim, yet athletic form. The most notable trait about her however, was her eyes. They were an emerald green, and they carried something within them. There seemed to be a dark sadness within them, and Mashirra knew this, but whenever he asked her about it she simply shrugged it off.

He was suspecting it had something to do with her dreams that she had been having. She wouldn't talk about those either, but he had been near her a few times when she had been asleep, and in those times he had heard her say two names.

Soren…and most notably, Lucian.

He had actually heard of both at one time. Soren was a vampire who was well known for being an expert with using whips in combat.

Lucian, from what Mashirra had heard, was a werewolf, one of the most feared werewolves, to be precise. But why was Eliza having dreams involving those two?

Mashirra shrugged it off as he walked over to her, cupping her face in one of his hands as he gently kissed her. She moaned, wrapping her arms around him, as she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist.

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Doc turned his attention away from the reconstruction of the machine as two men entered the room. Both were wearing all black, but looked different.

The first was a younger, Asian man with short black spiky hair, and dark eyes. He wore black pants, black boots, a black shirt, and a trenchcoat. The second wore a similar outfit except with a dark gray shirt. His hair and eyes were the same color also but his hair was slicked back.

Doc smiled. "Ah, Riven, Jurgen, so good you could come."

Riven, the Asian, nodded as he walked over to the corner of the room. Leaning against the wall he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. The other, Jurgen Wulf, smirked as he walked over and shook the clawed hand of Doc. "I've heard much about you," Jurgen stated.

"As have I about you," was Doc's response.

"So…what do you need my help with?"

Doc smiled. "You know those relics that you have been searching for?" Jurgen nodded. "Well, I need some help guarding this place, and someone such as you will provide excellent protection from intruders. Help me with this, and I will tell you where one of the other relics is. Deal?"

Jurgen paused, and tilted his head to the side as he looked at the large figure. Finally he nodded with a smirk. "Deal."

Doc's smile turned into a grin, showing large fangs.

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Gabriel stared out at the ocean from the captain's room, watching as Sparrow controlled the ship. Neither one spoke.

Finally, Gabriel couldn't take the silence anymore. "I'm still pissed at you about 1923."

Sparrow didn't look back. "I already told you that was a lark."

"You left me in a casino when a riot broke out while running off with the jewels I was after!" Gabriel yelled, and Sparrow almost flinched at the anger in his voice.

"Now, it was only the rubies," Sparrow began.  

Suddenly, the door to the room opened and Jones walked in.

"I think we're here."

Sparrow looked at him, then out at the ocean and saw that they were nearing some docks. He nodded.

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"So, what are we looking for again?" Bourne asked, one of the first things he had said for the entire cruise.

"A building named…" Gabriel trailed off as they drove by one large building. Stopping the car he quickly turned it around, ignoring the yells from the drivers behind him as he drove back to the building. "Wolfram and Hart." He finished, looking at the large building. "This is the place." He looked over as the other three started to get out. "NO! You three stay here. I know one of the guys in there and I'll have better luck convincing them without you three coming in, ESPECIALLY you." He directed the last part to Sparrow with a glare before getting out of the car.

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Gabriel walked into the large law firm with a smirk as he looked at the people as they bustled around the lobby, holding papers and other things. He walked up to the front desk of the place, where an attractive brunette sat. She smiled when he walked up. "Hi. Welcome to Wolfram and Hart. How can I help you?"

"I have an appointment with Angel. Is he here?"

"Yes, please follow me," the brunette replied before getting up and walking toward a set of stairs. He followed her up them and down one hall before stopping at one door. "Here you are." With that she turned and disappeared down the hall. Gabriel watched her go before turning and knocking on the door.

"It's open," answered the voice inside. Gabriel grabbed the door handle and opened the door before walking inside. He smiled when he saw the dark haired man sitting at the desk. "Angelus."

Angel raised his head when he heard the voice. His eyes widened in surprise. "Gabriel?"

"Of course," Gabriel answered as he walked foreword and shook Angel's hand before sitting down. "I'd like to say I'm here to catch up on old times, but I'm here to pick up someone. I think they showed up here a day or so."

Angel nodded. "Who?"

Gabriel opened his mouth, then closed it and reached into his coat and pulled out a piece of paper. "Willow Rosenburg," he said as he read off the paper. "And don't ask why I'm here to pick her up. It's government business, but not experiment/dissecting business and all that."

The vampire nodded, although he seemed a bit uncertain as he stood up and walked out of the room. Gabriel followed.

"She's in there," Angel said, pointing to the room next door. Gabriel nodded before walking over and going inside.

The room was empty, with the exception of a single desk. Sitting on the desk…well, levitating was more the word, was a young woman in her early twenties. She was incredibly beautiful, with lush red hair that went down to her shoulder. Her eyes were closed, as she was in the middle of a meditation. She was barefoot, and wore a pair of bluejeans and a red tanktop.

She let out a soft sigh as she rolled her head backwards, stretching out the muscles in her neck, before doing the same movement with her shoulders.

"Willow Rosenburg?" Gabriel asked, finally getting her attention. Her green eyes opened and stared at him for a moment before she floated back to the desk and stepped off it.

"Yes. Who are you?" She asked as she walked over and grabbed a pair of black boots before slipping them on. Gabriel smiled and walked up to her.

Okay, recruiting her should be easy, just act all charming, and she'll be putty in your hands, Gabriel thought as he reached down and gently took one of her slender hands. "Call me Gabriel," he whispered as he brought it up and tenderly kissed it. Willow gently smiled, and it appeared as if she was about to blush. "And I've come here today, because the government needs your assistance."

Willow arched an eyebrow. "Why would the government need MY help?"

"Because you're a very powerful young witch who tried to destroy the world," Gabriel answered, pausing again as he looked at her shocked expression. "Yes, Willow, the government knows all about you, your slayer friends, the vampires, demons, and whatever else you've battled against, which is why they've chosen you to help us in this mission. See, a time machine that was being built for some time was stolen, and they've assembled a team to find that person, otherwise the world could be in jeopardy."

Willow nodded. "Okay, I'll help. But why me, why not Buffy, or Angel?"

"Well Angel seems to be a tad busy at the moment, running this law firm, and Buffy…well from what we've seen about her she's…well, she's a stubborn little bitch. Pardon my French," he said as Willow's eyes widened again.

Willow shook her head. "No, it's okay. I admit she had been acting a little careless when the First had arrived in Sunnydale."

Gabriel nodded. "Alright then; pack your things; we still have two more members to recruit."