99.5: Thank You!
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A/N: Wheee here I go neglecting my other stories, but this one is just dying to get out...I hope you enjoy, please review! Now...On with it...
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Chapter 1: Welcome to Wolfram & Hart
Wolfram & Hart. Not your average law firm, but they always get the job done. Anyway that they can.
True statement, but it sounded dangerous to 18-year-old Dalton Adkins. 'ANY way they can, great for a first job.' She thought as she nervously smoothed her short black skirt then straightened her matching jacket over a navy v-neck blouse. She awaited her next assignment in her boss's office. 'It's way too clean in here. What if he got mad at the last intern because she could do her job and killed her?' She thought frantically. She looked in the mirror; on the outside she was perfectly calm. Her hair was platinum blonde and perfectly straight, her bright blue eyes were lined with black liner and black mascara, and there was nothing in her teeth when she smiled. She reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out a tube of pinkish-brown lipstick and applied it to her lips, she recapped the tube and was in the process of sticking in back in her bag when the office door opened and in walked her boss.
"Sorry I'm late." He said, checking himself in the mirror and sitting down behind his desk. "Sit down, please." He told her. Dalton smiled in reply and slid her bag off her shoulder and sat in a chair in front of the desk. He kind of looked like he didn't know what to do, and then looked at some papers on his desk. His brown eyes seemed to bore into hers. "So, why'd you pick good 'ol Wolfram & Hart?" Gunn asked, leaning up on his elbows, intent for an answer.
"Well when I was a little girl my sister and I always used to get in fights and so one day I just got really mad at her and told her I was going to be a lawyer and sue her for all she's worth." Dalton smiled. Gunn looked at her surprised, "Kidding Mr. Gunn."
"Just Gunn." He nodded.
"Okay just Gunn. I really wanted to be a lawyer because I like to help people that can't help themselves. I chose Wolfram & Hart for that because it's conveniently located in my hometown, and it seems like a place that could use my help." She explained with a smile.
"Don't worry we need all the help we can get." Gunn half smiled and pulled out some paperwork from a drawer in his desk. "You can start filling this out and I've got to go run something really quick and check with Angel and I'll see what I can do about hiring you, Ms?" Gunn asked realizing she hadn't even told him her name.
"Dalton Adkins." She replied.
"Ok, be right back." Gunn said, picking up some papers and exiting the office. He walked over to Angel's office and opened the door, not just to see his boss but also Fred and Harmony. "We got a new recruit Angel. Fred could you rum me a background check?" Gunn asked.
"Sure." Fred smiled. "What's her name?" She asked picking up her clipboard and a pen.
"Dalton Adkins, she's 18 and from L.A." Gunn told her.
"Okay, just gimmie a sec." Fred smiled; she left Angel's office then returned a minute later with a four-page printout in her hands. She handed Gunn the stuff she found on Dalton. He looked surprised at what he saw.
"What is it?" Angel asked leaning forward across his desk.
"You wouldn't believe her rap sheet. She's been charged with breaking and entering, assault, 10 accounts armed assault, she's been entered and won in over twenty demon fight clubs, 6 human fight clubs, over 20 counts of boosting cars and this is just the front of the first page." Gunn read off the paper.
"And she wants to work here?" Fred asked, oddly surprised.
"Angel look, I know guys from my hood with sheets shorter than hers." Gunn told Angel, not sure of what his boss was going to say.
Angel looked at Gunn, then at Fred. "I think we should hire her." He said simply, folding his hands across his chest.
"What?!" Fred and Gunn yelled simultaneously.
"I think we should hire her." Angel repeated. "She could be useful."
"Are you sure?" Fred asked suspiciously raising an eyebrow. Angel nodded in reply, reassuring Gunn.
"I'm sure she's got a good reason for all that, she's only seventeen." Angel said in Dalton's defense. "Just be sure to bring her up here later to sing for Lorne, I want to be sure that I'm sure." Angel told Gunn.
"What do you want me to do?" Gunn asked, putting the printout on Angel's desk.
"Give hr the Miller file, I'll talk to her about the crimes later." Angel told Gunn.
"The Miller file, you sure?" Gunn asked, making sure Angel knew what he was doing. Angel nodded in reassurance and stood up and walked over to his filing cabinet. He took out a black folder, and handed it to Gunn.
Back in Gunn's office Dalton was still sitting in the black chair with her long tan legs crossed. Black stiletto shoes with a black ribbon tie that tied around the back of her ankle, tapped the floor as she nervously waited.
"Dalton." Gunn said as he opened the door and reentered this office. She stood up and faced him, "You're hired, you've got a case and Angel wants to see you because he wants you to sing for Lorne."
"What's a Lorne?" Dalton raised her eyebrows.
"He's an empathy, he reads vibes but you gotta sing for it to work." Gunn explained.
"Great." Dalton said sarcastically. "The fun of a new job." She rolled her eyes then looked back at Gunn, who produced the folder that Angel had given him to give to her.
"This is the Miller file, everything you need to know is in this folder. John Miller is a big one for domestic violence, he got married five years ago to Linda Cox, he found out that she was half-demon two years after the birth of their son Anthony. He has been beating her ever since, and their son. She tried to do something about it and he's filing for attempted murder." Gunn explained, then handing her the file.
"That's awful." She said, standing up and taking it.
"And hard to deal with. We are defending Mrs. Miller and her son. There aren't any better lawyers than in these offices, but Mr. Miller's have come dangerously close. I need you to see if you can find anything on John Miller. We've already done the standard ten second L.A.P.D. search but according to them he's clean." Gunn told his new employee.
"Tricky one?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah." He nodded. "Feel free to use my computer or phone, anything you need. We haven't got any of the spare offices cleaned and running yet so for today we've got to share mine."
"That's fine." She smiled, picking up her bag and pulled out a light pink legal pad and a matching pen. "I'll get right on it Gunn." She walked over to the leather couch in his office and sat down.
"If you need anything let me know, I'm going to call Angel and go over a contract for you." Gunn smiled, walking behind his desk and sitting down in his chair.
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Three and a half hours later Gunn and Angel had finished Dalton's contract, and she'd signed it. At 11:17 Dalton was in Angel's office about to sing for Lorne. "So, what will you be gracing us with today?" Lorne asked the girl, who was nervous enough to be singing in front of an emotion reading demon, the head of her department and the CEO of her new workplace.
"Lady Marmalade." She replied nervously.
"Great choice." Lorne smiled.
So she sang, "Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth, color of cafe au lait alright, Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried, More- more-more, Now he's back home doin' 9 to 5, Sleepin' the gray flannel life, But when he turns off to sleep memories creep, More-more-more, Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada. Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here, Mocha Choca lata ya, ya, Creole lady Marmalade."
"Whoa." Lorne's mouth fell open.
"What is it?" Gunn and Angel asked in unison, and at the same time Dalton said,
"Was I that bad?"
Lorne looked at the ensouled vampire and the now excellent lawyer, then back at the new employee. "You were fantastic, I think you picked the wrong California city, with a voice like that you should be in Vegas." Lorne exclaimed.
"Thanks." Dalton blushed.
"That was great Ms. Adkins, but Lorne what about the emotion thing?" Angel asked.
"Squeaky clean, this little songstress is ready to help the world." Lorne told his friends. "Anyone ready for lunch?" The demon asked enthusiastically.
"Yeah, go get Wes and Fred, it's about time we started spending time together again." Angel told Lorne. The demon stood up and was about to leave, but Angel stopped him. "And be sure that if you order Chinese that Harmony doesn't put any soy sauce in my blood." Angel told him. Dalton tried hard not to laugh, but when she looked up at Gunn, whom was also trying not to laugh as he remembered the incident.
They both erupted into laughter after Lorne left, Gunn looked at her, "Whatever you are picturing, it was way better." Gunn smiled, wiping his eyes.
"Sorry Mr. Angel." She said as she tried to stop smiling.
"Angel." He corrected her.
"Okay, well I didn't mean to laugh but, I just." She silenced herself, then continued, "Why did someone put something in your blood?" She asked, a little confused.
"Harmony is crazy." Angel replied. Dalton's lips formed a little 'o' then fell back into her smile. Soon, two new people entered with Lorne carrying various drinks and different kinds of Chinese food. "Dalton Adkins, new employee, meet Wesley Wyndam-Pryce and Winifred Burkle." Angel introduced them.
"Fred." The girl smiled, sticking out her hand, Dalton smiled and shook it.
"Hi everybody, I guess I'll--" She was about to leave, not wanting to intrude.
"Dalton, do you want to eat with us?" Gunn asked, she looked up at her boss with a face that said 'really?' and Gunn nodded. She smiled, then sat down on Angel's couch in-between Lorne and Gunn. Angel rolled his chair around to the front of his desk and Wesley and Fred sat in separate chairs.
"Angel, just curious, but how did a vampire with a soul get to be CEO of Evil Inc.?" Dalton asked, opening a box of rice.
"Let's just say it was an offer we couldn't refuse." Angel replied. Gunn looked at Angel, then quickly at Dalton. The vampire put down his mug of blood and stood up. "Dalton, could I talk to you for a second?" Angel asked.
"Sure." She sat down her chopsticks and stood up, looking a little nervous as she followed Angel to his elevator. He closed the door and pushed the down button. "You know about me don't you?" She asked nervously.
"Fred printed out what she got from the L.A.P.D. website. Apparently we own them."
"Oh, yeah, that."
"I told Gunn that there was a good reason to hire you. Do you want to prove me right?" Angel asked as the elevator stopped, and the doors opened.
"I want to try." She said as they both walked out into Angel's main room with his TV and couches.
"Go ahead." He nodded, sitting on the edge of his favorite chair.
"All the stuff I did, the assaults, the fight clubs, there were reasons. Most of the charges were filed by demons, just put in by humans. They just wanted me off the streets."
"And boosting cars?"
"Would you really want to be chased by a big pack of demons with no weapons, no backup and after a long night's fight?"
"So you did steal some cars." He confirmed.
"Kill or be killed Angel."
"What were you fighting demons for anyway?"
"It's sort of a hobby."
"I suggest you get a new one before you get yourself killed. Now." Angel smiled, standing up and walking back toward the elevator. "Let's go eat lunch."
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Dalton's shoes lay untied on the floor in Gunn's office beside the table with her jacket lay across the couch with her bag lying on it. She was standing beside her boss's desk talking on the phone. "I understand, but Mrs. Miller didn't try to kill her husband. She was defending herself." There was a short pause, "And you are going to believe the wifebeater?" There was another short pause. "Save it for court Brooks." She slammed down the phone, causing Gunn, whom was looking up something on his computer, to jump. "Sorry." She smiled.
"Ah, it's okay. I think I was about fall asleep with my eyes open." He said, then loosening his tie. "Dalton, it's getting late. Why don't you go on home?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, this is way later than I usually stay." He told her. "Do you need a ride home?" He asked, turning off his computer.
"Nah, I'm good. I only live a few blacks away." Dalton replied, closing her bag and picking up her jacket. She put on her shoes and put her bag over her shoulder, "When's the Miller trial?" She asked.
"Friday." Gunn replied, picking up her briefcase.
"See you tomorrow." She said, leaving his office. Then moments later, the building.
About halfway to her apartment, Dalton heard a noise, but this wasn't the average Los Angeles nightlife noise. She stopped, then turned around to see four very different demons with a familiar looking mark on all their foreheads. "Slayer." One of them growled.
"Demon." Dalton rolled her eyes and reached into her bag, seconds later she pulled out a ten inch titanium dagger with a dark engraved handle. The first demon attacked, Dalton blocked its blow with her right arm and punched it in the gut with her other. It fell back into another one of the demons and the other two attacked. Dalton did a high kick with her right leg, knocking one in its jaw. The 2nd demon jabbed Dalton, sending her flying up against the side of a dumpster. She fell to the ground and the demon approached her as she lay on the ground, before it reached her, she leapt up and stabbed the demon through it's hearts.
The remaining three demons did not seem to be phased by this. Dalton readily attacked the remaining three, giving one a back kick and another a blow to the face. The third was about to attempt a strike but another pair of hands that weren't Dalton's stopped the blow from coming down. She was expecting Angel or maybe Gunn but instead she saw someone she'd never seen before. He was tall, wearing all black; he had bleach blonde hair and icy blue eyes. The young Slayer didn't have time to worry about him at the moment. The other two demons grabbed her from behind; she threw one of them over her shoulder and punched the other one where a human's nose would be.
She killed it quickly, the other demon picked her up over it's shoulder and was about to throw her up against the wall when the demon dropped the Slayer and fell to the ground dead. Dalton stood herself up and stood in her fighting stance. The blonde haired guy scoffed, "Look at you in your little high heeled shoes. What do you think you are... the Slayer?"
To his surprise, Dalton kicked him and sent him flying into a brick wall. "You confused honey? I am a Slayer, you are a vampire. What am I supposed to do, Make out with you? Sorry, but no." Dalton grimaced as he stood himself up, recovering quickly but not making a fighting move.
"Slayer, vampire with a soul." He replied, taking a step closer to the Slayer.
"Yeah peachy but there's only one. I work for him."
"You work for Angel?" The vampire asked curiously. "I didn't know all his lawyers could fight like that."
"I can tell you don't know a lot of things."
The vampire looked at the demon bodies, "wait a second, that's the mark of Rakia." He said, crouching to get a better look.
"Rakia?" She tried to sound as if she didn't know, but the vampire could sense it was more than that.
"And you're the Slayer? We better get you back to Peaches." He noticed the apparent confusion on her young face, "Angel," He confirmed. "I'm Spike." He said, introducing himself.
"Good for you. I have demons to kill, and I don't need Angel to take care of my problems."
"Slayer, someone wants you seriously dead."
"I have a name." She growled, he expected and answer, but didn't get one. "Since when's this your fight?"
"Since Angel took over Evil Incorporated."
"Let's go." She said as Spike watched her mind began to reel with ideas.
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"Peaches!" Spike yelled, knocking loudly on Angel's office door.
"What?" Angel yanked open the door angrily. He was still wearing his suit from the day and his hair was poofed up, "Dalton? Spike?" The oldest vampire looked confused.
"The Order of Rakia is after her, her being the Slayer." Spike explained.
"Slayer?" Angel looked at his new employee curiously, wondering why she didn't tell Gunn during her interview. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was going to tell you, but something was tell me not to—
Dalton was cut off by a ringing sound, Spike pulled out his cell phone, "Yeah...6th and Hill, apartment 13? Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can." Spike hung his phone up.
The Slayer turned and looked at the blonde vampire, "What about the apartment 13 on 6th and Hill? She raised an eyebrow,
"Not your concern, I'm off." He looked at Angel and turned and started to walk down to the parking garage, but the sound of Dalton's voice slowed him down.
"That's my apartment bleach boy." He heard her say, but he didn't stop. The Slayer looked back at Angel, "Doesn't listen does he?"
"No, but he can't get in without an invite."
"My sisters aren't stupid enough to invite a Billy Idol wannabe into our apartment. I better go save my sisters."
"Dalton," Angel picked up his duster, "I'm going with you, and I can give you a ride." He told her, therefore convincing her to let him go. The vampire and Slayer walked down to the parking garage, she heard Angel mutter something about a Viper before he led her to a midnight blue GTO.
The pair got in and left Wolfram & Hart, "So Dalton, do you know why the Order of Rakia is after you?" He asked, speeding up slightly.
"My mom. She was a really powerful witch, and the order was always after her they wanted her power. Before the last ones came she said something about transferring her powers to my two sisters and I. We've been studying witchcraft for a few years but we never developed any powers, she said something about being bound until transferred, I couldn't understand."
"The Order doesn't stop until the subject is dead, what do you mean the last ones?" Angel asked, looking at her but also keeping his eye on traffic.
"They killed her."
"I'm sorry." Angel said, ending the conversation until the appeared at the corner of 6th and Hill. Dalton practically flew out of Angel's car and up the stairs toward her apartment. Spike pulled up beside Angel whom was getting out of the car, because Angel had passed him and the two vampires ran up to apartment 13 together.
What they saw surprised them. Four more demons from the Order were frozen like someone pushed pause on a television.
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A/N: I have absolutely no idea if there is an apartment building on the corner of 6th and Hill, or even if there **is** a 6th and Hill, I live in North Carolina, I don't know so if it's not my fault cause I don't know...Now that you've read all that go be a good lil person and review! XOXO Charlize
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A/N: Wheee here I go neglecting my other stories, but this one is just dying to get out...I hope you enjoy, please review! Now...On with it...
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Chapter 1: Welcome to Wolfram & Hart
Wolfram & Hart. Not your average law firm, but they always get the job done. Anyway that they can.
True statement, but it sounded dangerous to 18-year-old Dalton Adkins. 'ANY way they can, great for a first job.' She thought as she nervously smoothed her short black skirt then straightened her matching jacket over a navy v-neck blouse. She awaited her next assignment in her boss's office. 'It's way too clean in here. What if he got mad at the last intern because she could do her job and killed her?' She thought frantically. She looked in the mirror; on the outside she was perfectly calm. Her hair was platinum blonde and perfectly straight, her bright blue eyes were lined with black liner and black mascara, and there was nothing in her teeth when she smiled. She reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out a tube of pinkish-brown lipstick and applied it to her lips, she recapped the tube and was in the process of sticking in back in her bag when the office door opened and in walked her boss.
"Sorry I'm late." He said, checking himself in the mirror and sitting down behind his desk. "Sit down, please." He told her. Dalton smiled in reply and slid her bag off her shoulder and sat in a chair in front of the desk. He kind of looked like he didn't know what to do, and then looked at some papers on his desk. His brown eyes seemed to bore into hers. "So, why'd you pick good 'ol Wolfram & Hart?" Gunn asked, leaning up on his elbows, intent for an answer.
"Well when I was a little girl my sister and I always used to get in fights and so one day I just got really mad at her and told her I was going to be a lawyer and sue her for all she's worth." Dalton smiled. Gunn looked at her surprised, "Kidding Mr. Gunn."
"Just Gunn." He nodded.
"Okay just Gunn. I really wanted to be a lawyer because I like to help people that can't help themselves. I chose Wolfram & Hart for that because it's conveniently located in my hometown, and it seems like a place that could use my help." She explained with a smile.
"Don't worry we need all the help we can get." Gunn half smiled and pulled out some paperwork from a drawer in his desk. "You can start filling this out and I've got to go run something really quick and check with Angel and I'll see what I can do about hiring you, Ms?" Gunn asked realizing she hadn't even told him her name.
"Dalton Adkins." She replied.
"Ok, be right back." Gunn said, picking up some papers and exiting the office. He walked over to Angel's office and opened the door, not just to see his boss but also Fred and Harmony. "We got a new recruit Angel. Fred could you rum me a background check?" Gunn asked.
"Sure." Fred smiled. "What's her name?" She asked picking up her clipboard and a pen.
"Dalton Adkins, she's 18 and from L.A." Gunn told her.
"Okay, just gimmie a sec." Fred smiled; she left Angel's office then returned a minute later with a four-page printout in her hands. She handed Gunn the stuff she found on Dalton. He looked surprised at what he saw.
"What is it?" Angel asked leaning forward across his desk.
"You wouldn't believe her rap sheet. She's been charged with breaking and entering, assault, 10 accounts armed assault, she's been entered and won in over twenty demon fight clubs, 6 human fight clubs, over 20 counts of boosting cars and this is just the front of the first page." Gunn read off the paper.
"And she wants to work here?" Fred asked, oddly surprised.
"Angel look, I know guys from my hood with sheets shorter than hers." Gunn told Angel, not sure of what his boss was going to say.
Angel looked at Gunn, then at Fred. "I think we should hire her." He said simply, folding his hands across his chest.
"What?!" Fred and Gunn yelled simultaneously.
"I think we should hire her." Angel repeated. "She could be useful."
"Are you sure?" Fred asked suspiciously raising an eyebrow. Angel nodded in reply, reassuring Gunn.
"I'm sure she's got a good reason for all that, she's only seventeen." Angel said in Dalton's defense. "Just be sure to bring her up here later to sing for Lorne, I want to be sure that I'm sure." Angel told Gunn.
"What do you want me to do?" Gunn asked, putting the printout on Angel's desk.
"Give hr the Miller file, I'll talk to her about the crimes later." Angel told Gunn.
"The Miller file, you sure?" Gunn asked, making sure Angel knew what he was doing. Angel nodded in reassurance and stood up and walked over to his filing cabinet. He took out a black folder, and handed it to Gunn.
Back in Gunn's office Dalton was still sitting in the black chair with her long tan legs crossed. Black stiletto shoes with a black ribbon tie that tied around the back of her ankle, tapped the floor as she nervously waited.
"Dalton." Gunn said as he opened the door and reentered this office. She stood up and faced him, "You're hired, you've got a case and Angel wants to see you because he wants you to sing for Lorne."
"What's a Lorne?" Dalton raised her eyebrows.
"He's an empathy, he reads vibes but you gotta sing for it to work." Gunn explained.
"Great." Dalton said sarcastically. "The fun of a new job." She rolled her eyes then looked back at Gunn, who produced the folder that Angel had given him to give to her.
"This is the Miller file, everything you need to know is in this folder. John Miller is a big one for domestic violence, he got married five years ago to Linda Cox, he found out that she was half-demon two years after the birth of their son Anthony. He has been beating her ever since, and their son. She tried to do something about it and he's filing for attempted murder." Gunn explained, then handing her the file.
"That's awful." She said, standing up and taking it.
"And hard to deal with. We are defending Mrs. Miller and her son. There aren't any better lawyers than in these offices, but Mr. Miller's have come dangerously close. I need you to see if you can find anything on John Miller. We've already done the standard ten second L.A.P.D. search but according to them he's clean." Gunn told his new employee.
"Tricky one?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah." He nodded. "Feel free to use my computer or phone, anything you need. We haven't got any of the spare offices cleaned and running yet so for today we've got to share mine."
"That's fine." She smiled, picking up her bag and pulled out a light pink legal pad and a matching pen. "I'll get right on it Gunn." She walked over to the leather couch in his office and sat down.
"If you need anything let me know, I'm going to call Angel and go over a contract for you." Gunn smiled, walking behind his desk and sitting down in his chair.
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Three and a half hours later Gunn and Angel had finished Dalton's contract, and she'd signed it. At 11:17 Dalton was in Angel's office about to sing for Lorne. "So, what will you be gracing us with today?" Lorne asked the girl, who was nervous enough to be singing in front of an emotion reading demon, the head of her department and the CEO of her new workplace.
"Lady Marmalade." She replied nervously.
"Great choice." Lorne smiled.
So she sang, "Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth, color of cafe au lait alright, Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried, More- more-more, Now he's back home doin' 9 to 5, Sleepin' the gray flannel life, But when he turns off to sleep memories creep, More-more-more, Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada. Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here, Mocha Choca lata ya, ya, Creole lady Marmalade."
"Whoa." Lorne's mouth fell open.
"What is it?" Gunn and Angel asked in unison, and at the same time Dalton said,
"Was I that bad?"
Lorne looked at the ensouled vampire and the now excellent lawyer, then back at the new employee. "You were fantastic, I think you picked the wrong California city, with a voice like that you should be in Vegas." Lorne exclaimed.
"Thanks." Dalton blushed.
"That was great Ms. Adkins, but Lorne what about the emotion thing?" Angel asked.
"Squeaky clean, this little songstress is ready to help the world." Lorne told his friends. "Anyone ready for lunch?" The demon asked enthusiastically.
"Yeah, go get Wes and Fred, it's about time we started spending time together again." Angel told Lorne. The demon stood up and was about to leave, but Angel stopped him. "And be sure that if you order Chinese that Harmony doesn't put any soy sauce in my blood." Angel told him. Dalton tried hard not to laugh, but when she looked up at Gunn, whom was also trying not to laugh as he remembered the incident.
They both erupted into laughter after Lorne left, Gunn looked at her, "Whatever you are picturing, it was way better." Gunn smiled, wiping his eyes.
"Sorry Mr. Angel." She said as she tried to stop smiling.
"Angel." He corrected her.
"Okay, well I didn't mean to laugh but, I just." She silenced herself, then continued, "Why did someone put something in your blood?" She asked, a little confused.
"Harmony is crazy." Angel replied. Dalton's lips formed a little 'o' then fell back into her smile. Soon, two new people entered with Lorne carrying various drinks and different kinds of Chinese food. "Dalton Adkins, new employee, meet Wesley Wyndam-Pryce and Winifred Burkle." Angel introduced them.
"Fred." The girl smiled, sticking out her hand, Dalton smiled and shook it.
"Hi everybody, I guess I'll--" She was about to leave, not wanting to intrude.
"Dalton, do you want to eat with us?" Gunn asked, she looked up at her boss with a face that said 'really?' and Gunn nodded. She smiled, then sat down on Angel's couch in-between Lorne and Gunn. Angel rolled his chair around to the front of his desk and Wesley and Fred sat in separate chairs.
"Angel, just curious, but how did a vampire with a soul get to be CEO of Evil Inc.?" Dalton asked, opening a box of rice.
"Let's just say it was an offer we couldn't refuse." Angel replied. Gunn looked at Angel, then quickly at Dalton. The vampire put down his mug of blood and stood up. "Dalton, could I talk to you for a second?" Angel asked.
"Sure." She sat down her chopsticks and stood up, looking a little nervous as she followed Angel to his elevator. He closed the door and pushed the down button. "You know about me don't you?" She asked nervously.
"Fred printed out what she got from the L.A.P.D. website. Apparently we own them."
"Oh, yeah, that."
"I told Gunn that there was a good reason to hire you. Do you want to prove me right?" Angel asked as the elevator stopped, and the doors opened.
"I want to try." She said as they both walked out into Angel's main room with his TV and couches.
"Go ahead." He nodded, sitting on the edge of his favorite chair.
"All the stuff I did, the assaults, the fight clubs, there were reasons. Most of the charges were filed by demons, just put in by humans. They just wanted me off the streets."
"And boosting cars?"
"Would you really want to be chased by a big pack of demons with no weapons, no backup and after a long night's fight?"
"So you did steal some cars." He confirmed.
"Kill or be killed Angel."
"What were you fighting demons for anyway?"
"It's sort of a hobby."
"I suggest you get a new one before you get yourself killed. Now." Angel smiled, standing up and walking back toward the elevator. "Let's go eat lunch."
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Dalton's shoes lay untied on the floor in Gunn's office beside the table with her jacket lay across the couch with her bag lying on it. She was standing beside her boss's desk talking on the phone. "I understand, but Mrs. Miller didn't try to kill her husband. She was defending herself." There was a short pause, "And you are going to believe the wifebeater?" There was another short pause. "Save it for court Brooks." She slammed down the phone, causing Gunn, whom was looking up something on his computer, to jump. "Sorry." She smiled.
"Ah, it's okay. I think I was about fall asleep with my eyes open." He said, then loosening his tie. "Dalton, it's getting late. Why don't you go on home?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, this is way later than I usually stay." He told her. "Do you need a ride home?" He asked, turning off his computer.
"Nah, I'm good. I only live a few blacks away." Dalton replied, closing her bag and picking up her jacket. She put on her shoes and put her bag over her shoulder, "When's the Miller trial?" She asked.
"Friday." Gunn replied, picking up her briefcase.
"See you tomorrow." She said, leaving his office. Then moments later, the building.
About halfway to her apartment, Dalton heard a noise, but this wasn't the average Los Angeles nightlife noise. She stopped, then turned around to see four very different demons with a familiar looking mark on all their foreheads. "Slayer." One of them growled.
"Demon." Dalton rolled her eyes and reached into her bag, seconds later she pulled out a ten inch titanium dagger with a dark engraved handle. The first demon attacked, Dalton blocked its blow with her right arm and punched it in the gut with her other. It fell back into another one of the demons and the other two attacked. Dalton did a high kick with her right leg, knocking one in its jaw. The 2nd demon jabbed Dalton, sending her flying up against the side of a dumpster. She fell to the ground and the demon approached her as she lay on the ground, before it reached her, she leapt up and stabbed the demon through it's hearts.
The remaining three demons did not seem to be phased by this. Dalton readily attacked the remaining three, giving one a back kick and another a blow to the face. The third was about to attempt a strike but another pair of hands that weren't Dalton's stopped the blow from coming down. She was expecting Angel or maybe Gunn but instead she saw someone she'd never seen before. He was tall, wearing all black; he had bleach blonde hair and icy blue eyes. The young Slayer didn't have time to worry about him at the moment. The other two demons grabbed her from behind; she threw one of them over her shoulder and punched the other one where a human's nose would be.
She killed it quickly, the other demon picked her up over it's shoulder and was about to throw her up against the wall when the demon dropped the Slayer and fell to the ground dead. Dalton stood herself up and stood in her fighting stance. The blonde haired guy scoffed, "Look at you in your little high heeled shoes. What do you think you are... the Slayer?"
To his surprise, Dalton kicked him and sent him flying into a brick wall. "You confused honey? I am a Slayer, you are a vampire. What am I supposed to do, Make out with you? Sorry, but no." Dalton grimaced as he stood himself up, recovering quickly but not making a fighting move.
"Slayer, vampire with a soul." He replied, taking a step closer to the Slayer.
"Yeah peachy but there's only one. I work for him."
"You work for Angel?" The vampire asked curiously. "I didn't know all his lawyers could fight like that."
"I can tell you don't know a lot of things."
The vampire looked at the demon bodies, "wait a second, that's the mark of Rakia." He said, crouching to get a better look.
"Rakia?" She tried to sound as if she didn't know, but the vampire could sense it was more than that.
"And you're the Slayer? We better get you back to Peaches." He noticed the apparent confusion on her young face, "Angel," He confirmed. "I'm Spike." He said, introducing himself.
"Good for you. I have demons to kill, and I don't need Angel to take care of my problems."
"Slayer, someone wants you seriously dead."
"I have a name." She growled, he expected and answer, but didn't get one. "Since when's this your fight?"
"Since Angel took over Evil Incorporated."
"Let's go." She said as Spike watched her mind began to reel with ideas.
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"Peaches!" Spike yelled, knocking loudly on Angel's office door.
"What?" Angel yanked open the door angrily. He was still wearing his suit from the day and his hair was poofed up, "Dalton? Spike?" The oldest vampire looked confused.
"The Order of Rakia is after her, her being the Slayer." Spike explained.
"Slayer?" Angel looked at his new employee curiously, wondering why she didn't tell Gunn during her interview. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was going to tell you, but something was tell me not to—
Dalton was cut off by a ringing sound, Spike pulled out his cell phone, "Yeah...6th and Hill, apartment 13? Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can." Spike hung his phone up.
The Slayer turned and looked at the blonde vampire, "What about the apartment 13 on 6th and Hill? She raised an eyebrow,
"Not your concern, I'm off." He looked at Angel and turned and started to walk down to the parking garage, but the sound of Dalton's voice slowed him down.
"That's my apartment bleach boy." He heard her say, but he didn't stop. The Slayer looked back at Angel, "Doesn't listen does he?"
"No, but he can't get in without an invite."
"My sisters aren't stupid enough to invite a Billy Idol wannabe into our apartment. I better go save my sisters."
"Dalton," Angel picked up his duster, "I'm going with you, and I can give you a ride." He told her, therefore convincing her to let him go. The vampire and Slayer walked down to the parking garage, she heard Angel mutter something about a Viper before he led her to a midnight blue GTO.
The pair got in and left Wolfram & Hart, "So Dalton, do you know why the Order of Rakia is after you?" He asked, speeding up slightly.
"My mom. She was a really powerful witch, and the order was always after her they wanted her power. Before the last ones came she said something about transferring her powers to my two sisters and I. We've been studying witchcraft for a few years but we never developed any powers, she said something about being bound until transferred, I couldn't understand."
"The Order doesn't stop until the subject is dead, what do you mean the last ones?" Angel asked, looking at her but also keeping his eye on traffic.
"They killed her."
"I'm sorry." Angel said, ending the conversation until the appeared at the corner of 6th and Hill. Dalton practically flew out of Angel's car and up the stairs toward her apartment. Spike pulled up beside Angel whom was getting out of the car, because Angel had passed him and the two vampires ran up to apartment 13 together.
What they saw surprised them. Four more demons from the Order were frozen like someone pushed pause on a television.
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A/N: I have absolutely no idea if there is an apartment building on the corner of 6th and Hill, or even if there **is** a 6th and Hill, I live in North Carolina, I don't know so if it's not my fault cause I don't know...Now that you've read all that go be a good lil person and review! XOXO Charlize