Hi guys. Sorry that it took me so long to update this story, but I had a
busy months and nearly no time to write. I hope you enjoy the new part and
tell me what you think about it.
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"That's surprising," Xander exclaimed with wide eyes.
"No shit," Buffy agreed besides him, her eyes still glued to Sanchez sword. Both backed away a few steps when the vampire master walked up to them.
"Come on children," Sanchez told them with a cruel smile. "I have a very tight schedule."
"You take the front," Xander told Buffy. "I'll take his back."
"Okay," the slayer said, while Xander moved behind the vampire. "Come on Sanchez. Let's get over with it."
The vampire meanwhile tried to keep both his opponents in his field of vision. "As you wish my dear little slayer," Sanchez exclaimed and leaped forward. But Buffy already counted on this move and lifted her sword to parry the strike. Unfortunately Sanchez's sword cut right through her blade, leaving with nothing more than the handle.
Sanchez meanwhile had turned around to block Xander attack. But this time the vampire leader was surprised when the boy's sword resisted his burning blade.
"I'm impressed," the vampire exclaimed and took some steps backwards to get out of Xander's range. "Normally no blade is able to withstand my sword."
"Glad to be of assistance," Xander muttered and walked up to Buffy's side. "You okay?"
"Only my pride has taken some damage," the slayer responded and threw the now useless handle of her sword to the ground.
"That leaves me and you fangface," Xander told the vampire and moved into a fighting stance. "Give me your best shot."
"As you wish," the vampire exclaimed and leaped forward, letting loose a series of strikes with his sword, which were all blocked by Xander.
"Nice," Sanchez admitted and took some steps back. "You have some skill with the sword. Now let's see how good you are when you have to attack."
Xander didn't wait another second. He attacked the vampire leader with a combination of furious swings, but Sanchez parried them with ease of someone who had spent decades fighting with a sword.
The counter attack followed almost instantly and Xander was barely able to duck under the powerful swing Sanchez had aimed at his head. He even could feel the heat as the sword passed.
The vampire continued his attack, driving his opponent further backwards. Xander groaned under the force of the attacks. If he had realised something in the last few minutes, then that he even with his sword skill was no match for the vampire leader. He had to end the fight as soon as possible.
Turning around, he ran up to nearby tree, Sanchez in hot pursuit. When he reached the tree, he brought his black blade down, cutting right through the trunk. The tree instantly collapsed and nearly buried Snachez under it, but the vampire had the reflexes to jump out of the way at the last second.
"That was a nice trick," Sanchez admitted as he stepped over the tree. "But it won't save you. I will still win."
"Maybe. But I'm making it as hard as possible for you," Xander said and waited for the inevitable attack. He didn't have to wait long. Xander tried his hardest to block all of attacks Sanchez threw at him, waiting for his chance to strike back.
Suddenly, just for once second, a hole appeared in Xander's defence. Sanchez instantly spotted the opportunity and struck. Xander noticed his mistake and reacted immediately. He was just able to deflect the blade, but it still graced his right shoulder.
Xander rolled backwards and was just able to get out of Sanchez reach when the vampire brought his sword down.
Xander stumbled a few steps backwards, trying to get as much distance between him and the vampire as possible. He tried to move his arm, but a searing pain told him that it was useless for the next few minutes. He quickly passed his sword from his right to his left hand and prepared to face the vampire for a final time.
"That's ridiculous," Sanchez exclaimed and walked slowly up to him. "Admit that you lost the fight and I'll make your death painless."
"Yeah," Xander agreed with a smile. "I've lost the fight. But we haven't," he said. But before Sanchez could dwell on the meaning on this words, Xander had already thrown the black Katana in the air and over the confused vampire.
Sanchez followed the high arc the blade made through the air, when it landed in the outstretched hand of the blonde slayer. He had completely forgotten about her as he had focused only on the boy.
Buffy didn't lose a second and brought the blade down, cutting with ease through the vampire's left arm.
"What..," the Sanchez exclaimed surprised when he looked at the stump of his left arm and then at his separated hand, the ring shining in the evening sun.
"Bye-bye sucker," Buffy told him with an evil smile. Before Sanchez could answer her, the rays of the sun had already begun to burn themselves through his body. The powerful vampire quickly turned exploded in ashes, leaving nothing than a small dust pile behind.
"God Xander," Buffy called out and rushed to his side. "Are you alright?"
"I'm good," Xander told her with forced smile. "Just a bit of pain in the right arm. But despite that I'm good," he reassure her and walked up to the remains of the vampire.
He shortly kneeled to retrieve the ring from the ashes, while Buffy picked Sanchez's sword up. The blade now was in its previous state.
"I wonder how that thing worked," Buffy asked theoretically.
"We'll give it the Giles to research it," Xander said with a shrug, careful not to use his right shoulder. "He'll figure it out."
But before they could dwell much on that thought, they heard the sound of sirens in the distance.
"Damn," Xander exclaimed and rushed in the direction of the Humer, Buffy following close behind. "Someone must have called the cops."
"You sure you can drive with your shoulder," Buffy asked worried.
"No, I'm not sure," Xander said and headed for the passenger seat. "That's why you're driving."
"Me?" the blonde slayer retorted surprised. "You let me drive one of your cars? Even after I flattened a mailbox the last time you gave it to me?"
"God what is the problem with you women?" Xander exclaimed frustrated and sat down. "When I don't let you drive you are moody all day and when I allow it you can't believe it," He said and closed the door behind him. "Drive Buffy. Or do you want to continue this conversation from the inside of a prison cell?"
"Alright," the slayer exclaimed cheerfully. She quickly tossed the two swords on the backseat and sat down on the driver's seat. A few seconds later, the car drove down the street, evading the arrival of the police.
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Across town, Carver listened interested to report his assistant Paul had for him.
"So she killed him," Carver summed everything up he just heard. Paul nodded. "Alright. No need to stay here any longer. Prepare the equipment and personal to be transported back to LA"
"Yes sir," Paul nodded and left the room. Carver now turned his attention to the person that sat across the room.
"I have to thank you," Carver admitted. "Without your help this operation might have been a lot more difficult."
"No problem," the man responded and took a drag of his cigarette. "I owe you my life after all."
"I've already arranged that a bonus is added to your payment," Carver said and stood up from his office chair. "Have you considered my other offer?"
"Working for you?" the man said and Carver nodded. "I still haven't decided. But I'll give you the answer before you leave Sunnydale."
"I could really need a man with your qualifications in my organisation," Carver said and walked to the door. "Think about it. Now, if you will excuse me. We still have some work to do before we can leave this town."
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Meanwhile Xander and Buffy had retreated to the security of a parking lot near the park. Xander sat on the hood of the Hummer, while Buffy was talking with Willow over her cell phone.
"So," Xander started and flexed his right shoulder. The pain had finally subsided into a dull throb. "What did Willow tell you?"
"She just gave me the summary of what happened after we left the campus," Buffy said and joined him on the hood of the car. "Police turned up and left. The usual."
Xander nodded. "Still," he said and produced the ring with the Gem of Amara out of his pocket. "We haven't decided what to do with this little gimmick."
Both stared at the magical item for a few seconds.
"Well," Buffy started. "We could give it Angel. But that way we would also send each power hungry vampire after them once they find out that he has the ring," she mused.
"What," she asked confused, when she saw the amused expression on Xander's face.
"Nothing," Xander told her with a slight smile. "But a few years ago you would have fought tooth and nails to get this thing for him, not matter the consequences."
"Yeah, but a lot has happened since then," Buffy said and looked again at the ring. "Well, can't keep it, can't give it Angel. That leaves us with only one choice."
"Destroy it," both said at the same time. Xander jumped down the hood and dropped the ring on the ground. Using his USP like a hammer, he smashed the gem, leaving only a few small pieces behind.
"One less thing we have to worry about," Xander said after a moment.
"Which brings us to our next topic," Buffy said. "Willow wanted to know if we were still up for the celebrating we had planned."
"Oh right," Xander exclaimed and smacked his forehead. "With all the stuff that had been going on, I totally forgotten about that."
"Don't feel bad," Buffy reassured him. "It kinda also slipped my mind.
"Okay, then we should hurry," Xander said after a look on his watch. "I'll drop you off at the campus and go home to take a quick shower. Then I come back in one hour to pick you guys up. Sounds good?"
"Perfect," Buffy said. Xander however became confused when the blonde slayer kept staring at his head.
"What?" asked after a few seconds.
"Xander," Buffy started. "You really need a haircut," Buffy said and jumped onto the passenger's seat
"What?" Xander exclaimed confused. "What's wrong with my hair...," he started, but stopped once he had touched the item in question with his hand. Most of the hairs on his had melted, leaving him with a a less than presentable state.
"Damn flaming sword," he muttered under his breath.
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"Vampire can't walk in direct sunlight," was the only thing a shocked Riley said after Walsh had shown him the footage of the fight that had taken place earlier at the campus.
"It's a disturbing development, isn't it?" the professor agreed. "I've already assigned a research team on that topic. We'll have to see what they can dig up. But maybe it isn't necessary."
"What do you mean?" Riley asked confused. "Shouldn't it be our main priority to solve this problem?"
But the professor simply ignored his question and handed him the printouts of both Buffy's and Xander's face. "The girl's name is Elisabeth Summers, also known as Buffy. She is a student here a UC Sunnydale and also in my psychology course. The boy's identity is however a mystery."
"I know him," Riley said and tapped at Xander's photo. "That's Xander. He's the guy that helped us out a couple of times."
Walsh nodded at that. "Yes, I already suspected that," she admitted. "Riley, I think it would help us a great deal if you contacted this Xander person."
"Why?" the confused soldier asked.
"Think about it. Those two seemed to know how to handle that particular vampire. Which means that they probably knew about his special ability. That would also mean that they have access to information and resources we don't have," Walsh explained. "And the girl ,Buffy, seems to be a formidable fighter herself. Which indicates that your friend is running an entire operation in this town. And that could also prove to be very useful in the near future."
"What do you have in mind," Riley asked. "A kind of exchange of information between our two operations?"
"Or more," Walsh continued. "Our soldiers are not trained to fight vampires and demons. But if we could persuade this Xander to share his knowledge and experience with us could easily drop the casualty rate on our missions."
"That's sounds promising," Riley agreed. "But it won't be easy to talk him into that. He already mentioned that doesn't trust us exactly."
"Well, make him trust us," Walsh told him sharply. "From now on you're dismissed from your regular duties. Your new assignment is to contact this Xander, gain his trust and offer him to work with the Initiative."
"But my squad Ma'am," Riley objected.
"I think Forrest can handle them for a few days without you," she said. "Is there anything else?"
"No Ma'm," Riley said.
"Good," the professor said. "You're dismissed soldier."
As soon as Riley left the room, Walsh took the phone and dialled quickly a familiar number.
"Dr. Angleman," she said even before the person on the other side of the line was able to answer. "I think we should have a little talk."
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Xander practically jumped out of the shower when heard his cell phone ring. After he arrived home he had bandaged his wounded shoulder. The heat of the blade had already sealed the wound and his hyena abilities had taken care of the rest.
His hair however was a completely other matter. The only way he was bale to save some of it was to cut it as short as possible.
"At least Riley and his squad will probably like my haircut," he muttered and retrieved the cellphone from the table. "Hello?"
"Ah, hello Mr. Harris," came Carver's voice over the line. "How are you? I hope the shoulder is not seriously injured?"
"Carver," Xander said emotionlessly. "What do you want?"
"No need to be rude," the vampire leader responded. "I just wanted to let you and your girlfriend know that I'm leaving the city. There is no need to stay any longer, now that Sanchez is dead."
"Good to hear that," Xander said, ignoring the part about Buffy being his girlfriend. "The less vampires in the town, the better."
"It's sad that you have to think this negative about my species," Carver answered amused. "Well, goodbye Mr. Harris. And I wish you good luck on you date tonight."
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After Carver had left the room, the man that had advised in the last months, quickly left the office building and made his way across town. Finally he reached and abandoned warehouse at the docks and waited in front of it.
After a few minutes a black limousine arrived, followed by two jeeps.
"You sure no one followed you?" Michael asked, once he stepped out of the limousine.
"No one followed me," the man confirmed and looked at the armed vampires that had left the cars. "These my men?"
"These were some of Sanchez finest mercenaries," Michael said and motioned for the vampires. "As agreed they are now yours. Their services are paid in advance for the next six months. That's my part of the deal."
"And I did mine," the man said. "Sanchez is dust and now you can start to take over his organisation. We're done here."
"Good," Michael said and turned around. "I hate it to leave loose ends behind."
"Just like me," the man said and drew unseen from the new vampire leader a gun out of his jacket. He quickly connected the sight with the back of Michael's head and pressed the trigger. The bullet smashed the vampire's head and almost instantly the rest of his body turned into dust.
"You got any problems with that?" the man asked the vampires that had watched all that.
The leader shrugged. "Don't care who pays us," he said. "As long as we're paid."
"Like your attitude," the man said and walked up to the leader "Were you already instructed?"
The vampire nodded at that.
"Good," the man said and took some magazines out of his jacket and handed them to the leader. "Take these. They should improve the success rate of your mission."
The vampire again just nodded and turned around, walking up to one of the jeeps with three of his companions. The remaining vampires remained where they stood and waited for further orders.
The man meanwhile just watched after the departing vehicle. "You'll need every advantage you can get," he muttered under his breath. "You're going up against a slayer after all."
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"That's surprising," Xander exclaimed with wide eyes.
"No shit," Buffy agreed besides him, her eyes still glued to Sanchez sword. Both backed away a few steps when the vampire master walked up to them.
"Come on children," Sanchez told them with a cruel smile. "I have a very tight schedule."
"You take the front," Xander told Buffy. "I'll take his back."
"Okay," the slayer said, while Xander moved behind the vampire. "Come on Sanchez. Let's get over with it."
The vampire meanwhile tried to keep both his opponents in his field of vision. "As you wish my dear little slayer," Sanchez exclaimed and leaped forward. But Buffy already counted on this move and lifted her sword to parry the strike. Unfortunately Sanchez's sword cut right through her blade, leaving with nothing more than the handle.
Sanchez meanwhile had turned around to block Xander attack. But this time the vampire leader was surprised when the boy's sword resisted his burning blade.
"I'm impressed," the vampire exclaimed and took some steps backwards to get out of Xander's range. "Normally no blade is able to withstand my sword."
"Glad to be of assistance," Xander muttered and walked up to Buffy's side. "You okay?"
"Only my pride has taken some damage," the slayer responded and threw the now useless handle of her sword to the ground.
"That leaves me and you fangface," Xander told the vampire and moved into a fighting stance. "Give me your best shot."
"As you wish," the vampire exclaimed and leaped forward, letting loose a series of strikes with his sword, which were all blocked by Xander.
"Nice," Sanchez admitted and took some steps back. "You have some skill with the sword. Now let's see how good you are when you have to attack."
Xander didn't wait another second. He attacked the vampire leader with a combination of furious swings, but Sanchez parried them with ease of someone who had spent decades fighting with a sword.
The counter attack followed almost instantly and Xander was barely able to duck under the powerful swing Sanchez had aimed at his head. He even could feel the heat as the sword passed.
The vampire continued his attack, driving his opponent further backwards. Xander groaned under the force of the attacks. If he had realised something in the last few minutes, then that he even with his sword skill was no match for the vampire leader. He had to end the fight as soon as possible.
Turning around, he ran up to nearby tree, Sanchez in hot pursuit. When he reached the tree, he brought his black blade down, cutting right through the trunk. The tree instantly collapsed and nearly buried Snachez under it, but the vampire had the reflexes to jump out of the way at the last second.
"That was a nice trick," Sanchez admitted as he stepped over the tree. "But it won't save you. I will still win."
"Maybe. But I'm making it as hard as possible for you," Xander said and waited for the inevitable attack. He didn't have to wait long. Xander tried his hardest to block all of attacks Sanchez threw at him, waiting for his chance to strike back.
Suddenly, just for once second, a hole appeared in Xander's defence. Sanchez instantly spotted the opportunity and struck. Xander noticed his mistake and reacted immediately. He was just able to deflect the blade, but it still graced his right shoulder.
Xander rolled backwards and was just able to get out of Sanchez reach when the vampire brought his sword down.
Xander stumbled a few steps backwards, trying to get as much distance between him and the vampire as possible. He tried to move his arm, but a searing pain told him that it was useless for the next few minutes. He quickly passed his sword from his right to his left hand and prepared to face the vampire for a final time.
"That's ridiculous," Sanchez exclaimed and walked slowly up to him. "Admit that you lost the fight and I'll make your death painless."
"Yeah," Xander agreed with a smile. "I've lost the fight. But we haven't," he said. But before Sanchez could dwell on the meaning on this words, Xander had already thrown the black Katana in the air and over the confused vampire.
Sanchez followed the high arc the blade made through the air, when it landed in the outstretched hand of the blonde slayer. He had completely forgotten about her as he had focused only on the boy.
Buffy didn't lose a second and brought the blade down, cutting with ease through the vampire's left arm.
"What..," the Sanchez exclaimed surprised when he looked at the stump of his left arm and then at his separated hand, the ring shining in the evening sun.
"Bye-bye sucker," Buffy told him with an evil smile. Before Sanchez could answer her, the rays of the sun had already begun to burn themselves through his body. The powerful vampire quickly turned exploded in ashes, leaving nothing than a small dust pile behind.
"God Xander," Buffy called out and rushed to his side. "Are you alright?"
"I'm good," Xander told her with forced smile. "Just a bit of pain in the right arm. But despite that I'm good," he reassure her and walked up to the remains of the vampire.
He shortly kneeled to retrieve the ring from the ashes, while Buffy picked Sanchez's sword up. The blade now was in its previous state.
"I wonder how that thing worked," Buffy asked theoretically.
"We'll give it the Giles to research it," Xander said with a shrug, careful not to use his right shoulder. "He'll figure it out."
But before they could dwell much on that thought, they heard the sound of sirens in the distance.
"Damn," Xander exclaimed and rushed in the direction of the Humer, Buffy following close behind. "Someone must have called the cops."
"You sure you can drive with your shoulder," Buffy asked worried.
"No, I'm not sure," Xander said and headed for the passenger seat. "That's why you're driving."
"Me?" the blonde slayer retorted surprised. "You let me drive one of your cars? Even after I flattened a mailbox the last time you gave it to me?"
"God what is the problem with you women?" Xander exclaimed frustrated and sat down. "When I don't let you drive you are moody all day and when I allow it you can't believe it," He said and closed the door behind him. "Drive Buffy. Or do you want to continue this conversation from the inside of a prison cell?"
"Alright," the slayer exclaimed cheerfully. She quickly tossed the two swords on the backseat and sat down on the driver's seat. A few seconds later, the car drove down the street, evading the arrival of the police.
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Across town, Carver listened interested to report his assistant Paul had for him.
"So she killed him," Carver summed everything up he just heard. Paul nodded. "Alright. No need to stay here any longer. Prepare the equipment and personal to be transported back to LA"
"Yes sir," Paul nodded and left the room. Carver now turned his attention to the person that sat across the room.
"I have to thank you," Carver admitted. "Without your help this operation might have been a lot more difficult."
"No problem," the man responded and took a drag of his cigarette. "I owe you my life after all."
"I've already arranged that a bonus is added to your payment," Carver said and stood up from his office chair. "Have you considered my other offer?"
"Working for you?" the man said and Carver nodded. "I still haven't decided. But I'll give you the answer before you leave Sunnydale."
"I could really need a man with your qualifications in my organisation," Carver said and walked to the door. "Think about it. Now, if you will excuse me. We still have some work to do before we can leave this town."
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Meanwhile Xander and Buffy had retreated to the security of a parking lot near the park. Xander sat on the hood of the Hummer, while Buffy was talking with Willow over her cell phone.
"So," Xander started and flexed his right shoulder. The pain had finally subsided into a dull throb. "What did Willow tell you?"
"She just gave me the summary of what happened after we left the campus," Buffy said and joined him on the hood of the car. "Police turned up and left. The usual."
Xander nodded. "Still," he said and produced the ring with the Gem of Amara out of his pocket. "We haven't decided what to do with this little gimmick."
Both stared at the magical item for a few seconds.
"Well," Buffy started. "We could give it Angel. But that way we would also send each power hungry vampire after them once they find out that he has the ring," she mused.
"What," she asked confused, when she saw the amused expression on Xander's face.
"Nothing," Xander told her with a slight smile. "But a few years ago you would have fought tooth and nails to get this thing for him, not matter the consequences."
"Yeah, but a lot has happened since then," Buffy said and looked again at the ring. "Well, can't keep it, can't give it Angel. That leaves us with only one choice."
"Destroy it," both said at the same time. Xander jumped down the hood and dropped the ring on the ground. Using his USP like a hammer, he smashed the gem, leaving only a few small pieces behind.
"One less thing we have to worry about," Xander said after a moment.
"Which brings us to our next topic," Buffy said. "Willow wanted to know if we were still up for the celebrating we had planned."
"Oh right," Xander exclaimed and smacked his forehead. "With all the stuff that had been going on, I totally forgotten about that."
"Don't feel bad," Buffy reassured him. "It kinda also slipped my mind.
"Okay, then we should hurry," Xander said after a look on his watch. "I'll drop you off at the campus and go home to take a quick shower. Then I come back in one hour to pick you guys up. Sounds good?"
"Perfect," Buffy said. Xander however became confused when the blonde slayer kept staring at his head.
"What?" asked after a few seconds.
"Xander," Buffy started. "You really need a haircut," Buffy said and jumped onto the passenger's seat
"What?" Xander exclaimed confused. "What's wrong with my hair...," he started, but stopped once he had touched the item in question with his hand. Most of the hairs on his had melted, leaving him with a a less than presentable state.
"Damn flaming sword," he muttered under his breath.
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"Vampire can't walk in direct sunlight," was the only thing a shocked Riley said after Walsh had shown him the footage of the fight that had taken place earlier at the campus.
"It's a disturbing development, isn't it?" the professor agreed. "I've already assigned a research team on that topic. We'll have to see what they can dig up. But maybe it isn't necessary."
"What do you mean?" Riley asked confused. "Shouldn't it be our main priority to solve this problem?"
But the professor simply ignored his question and handed him the printouts of both Buffy's and Xander's face. "The girl's name is Elisabeth Summers, also known as Buffy. She is a student here a UC Sunnydale and also in my psychology course. The boy's identity is however a mystery."
"I know him," Riley said and tapped at Xander's photo. "That's Xander. He's the guy that helped us out a couple of times."
Walsh nodded at that. "Yes, I already suspected that," she admitted. "Riley, I think it would help us a great deal if you contacted this Xander person."
"Why?" the confused soldier asked.
"Think about it. Those two seemed to know how to handle that particular vampire. Which means that they probably knew about his special ability. That would also mean that they have access to information and resources we don't have," Walsh explained. "And the girl ,Buffy, seems to be a formidable fighter herself. Which indicates that your friend is running an entire operation in this town. And that could also prove to be very useful in the near future."
"What do you have in mind," Riley asked. "A kind of exchange of information between our two operations?"
"Or more," Walsh continued. "Our soldiers are not trained to fight vampires and demons. But if we could persuade this Xander to share his knowledge and experience with us could easily drop the casualty rate on our missions."
"That's sounds promising," Riley agreed. "But it won't be easy to talk him into that. He already mentioned that doesn't trust us exactly."
"Well, make him trust us," Walsh told him sharply. "From now on you're dismissed from your regular duties. Your new assignment is to contact this Xander, gain his trust and offer him to work with the Initiative."
"But my squad Ma'am," Riley objected.
"I think Forrest can handle them for a few days without you," she said. "Is there anything else?"
"No Ma'm," Riley said.
"Good," the professor said. "You're dismissed soldier."
As soon as Riley left the room, Walsh took the phone and dialled quickly a familiar number.
"Dr. Angleman," she said even before the person on the other side of the line was able to answer. "I think we should have a little talk."
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Xander practically jumped out of the shower when heard his cell phone ring. After he arrived home he had bandaged his wounded shoulder. The heat of the blade had already sealed the wound and his hyena abilities had taken care of the rest.
His hair however was a completely other matter. The only way he was bale to save some of it was to cut it as short as possible.
"At least Riley and his squad will probably like my haircut," he muttered and retrieved the cellphone from the table. "Hello?"
"Ah, hello Mr. Harris," came Carver's voice over the line. "How are you? I hope the shoulder is not seriously injured?"
"Carver," Xander said emotionlessly. "What do you want?"
"No need to be rude," the vampire leader responded. "I just wanted to let you and your girlfriend know that I'm leaving the city. There is no need to stay any longer, now that Sanchez is dead."
"Good to hear that," Xander said, ignoring the part about Buffy being his girlfriend. "The less vampires in the town, the better."
"It's sad that you have to think this negative about my species," Carver answered amused. "Well, goodbye Mr. Harris. And I wish you good luck on you date tonight."
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After Carver had left the room, the man that had advised in the last months, quickly left the office building and made his way across town. Finally he reached and abandoned warehouse at the docks and waited in front of it.
After a few minutes a black limousine arrived, followed by two jeeps.
"You sure no one followed you?" Michael asked, once he stepped out of the limousine.
"No one followed me," the man confirmed and looked at the armed vampires that had left the cars. "These my men?"
"These were some of Sanchez finest mercenaries," Michael said and motioned for the vampires. "As agreed they are now yours. Their services are paid in advance for the next six months. That's my part of the deal."
"And I did mine," the man said. "Sanchez is dust and now you can start to take over his organisation. We're done here."
"Good," Michael said and turned around. "I hate it to leave loose ends behind."
"Just like me," the man said and drew unseen from the new vampire leader a gun out of his jacket. He quickly connected the sight with the back of Michael's head and pressed the trigger. The bullet smashed the vampire's head and almost instantly the rest of his body turned into dust.
"You got any problems with that?" the man asked the vampires that had watched all that.
The leader shrugged. "Don't care who pays us," he said. "As long as we're paid."
"Like your attitude," the man said and walked up to the leader "Were you already instructed?"
The vampire nodded at that.
"Good," the man said and took some magazines out of his jacket and handed them to the leader. "Take these. They should improve the success rate of your mission."
The vampire again just nodded and turned around, walking up to one of the jeeps with three of his companions. The remaining vampires remained where they stood and waited for further orders.
The man meanwhile just watched after the departing vehicle. "You'll need every advantage you can get," he muttered under his breath. "You're going up against a slayer after all."
