The Watcher and the Watched
It's an especially dark night out as there is no moon. Even with all the neon lights the city seemed blanketed in darkness. Nick and Sara were working a new case, a body was found in an alley just off the strip. The victim, a nicely dressed white male in his mid-thirties, was clean and bruise free, the only sign of trauma was two little puncture wounds on the victim's neck. Normally Sara Sidle doesn't get "creeped out" but this crime scene was different. She had Nick with her, but it wasn't enough, her skin was crawling like crazy.
"Damn, Sara, this is the third neck wound this week. Two little holes, no evidence."
"Right, because that's the weird part. Couldn't be the fact that every drop of blood has been drained from their bodies, but no blood evidence on the ground. Nick, something really strange is going on. I have a really bad feeling about this."
"Come on Sara, it's obviously some sick-o who kills his victims elsewhere and dumps their bodies. Someone who has seen too many Dracula movies."
"Yeah, sure Nick. They dump the bodies with no tire tracks, no trace evidence at all."
Nick just shrugged at Sara. He really didn't know what to tell her, he was just as perplexed as her. Sara has been so argumentative with him since his promotion. He just really wanted to get this case over with. To tell the truth, he had a creepy feeling as well, as if someone was watching them.
"Look, I'm going to go talk to those people over there since Brass still hasn't shown up." Sara motioned toward a group of people near a bar entrance.
"Whatever, Sara."
Neither Nick nor Sara noticed the dark, shadowy, brooding figure watching them from the shadows. The figure almost felt sorry for them. These two mere mortals had no idea what they were dealing with.
"Angel! What the bloody hell are you doing?"
Angel rolled his eyes at the voice behind him. He knew that annoying British accent anywhere.
"Dammit Spike, could you keep it down? Remember, we're incognito until we know what we're dealing with."
"Well I think it's pretty obvious, Captain Hair-gel. Vampire, grrrrr, remember."
"Yeah, I got that, but most vampires avoid places like Las Vegas, it's kind of a scary place. It was a lot friendlier when the mob ran it. Plus, all the fluorescent lights look bad on the complexion."
"You're telling me, this one time I was visiting Buffy at the burger joint she was working at, the lights made me look so sallow. Oh well, she shagged me anyway." Spike had a fling with Angel's past love, Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Spike loved to needle Angel with the fact that they both loved the same woman.
It took Angel everything he had not to stake Spike right then and there. But Spike had saved Angel's life during the big battle with Wolfram & Hart, so he let things slide.
"Look, we better get back to the others, see if they know anything yet."
"Fine, whatever, you're the boss. Ooooo can we stop by the Sahara first? I want to ride the rollercoaster."
"No! Now go get the car."
"Hey, you're not the boss of me!" Spike shot back.
"Spike! There are three known vampire killings under police investigation right now, god knows how many more the cops don't know about. We need to get back to the rest of the team."
"Angel, mate, that pesky curse of yours has turned you into a real sourpuss. You're a walking billboard of what happens when someone doesn't get shagged regularly."
"Fine! One ride, that's it!" Angel relented, anything to shut Spike up. He took one last look at Nick working the scene and left. Had he waited, for just one moment, he would have seen her.
It's an especially dark night out as there is no moon. Even with all the neon lights the city seemed blanketed in darkness. Nick and Sara were working a new case, a body was found in an alley just off the strip. The victim, a nicely dressed white male in his mid-thirties, was clean and bruise free, the only sign of trauma was two little puncture wounds on the victim's neck. Normally Sara Sidle doesn't get "creeped out" but this crime scene was different. She had Nick with her, but it wasn't enough, her skin was crawling like crazy.
"Damn, Sara, this is the third neck wound this week. Two little holes, no evidence."
"Right, because that's the weird part. Couldn't be the fact that every drop of blood has been drained from their bodies, but no blood evidence on the ground. Nick, something really strange is going on. I have a really bad feeling about this."
"Come on Sara, it's obviously some sick-o who kills his victims elsewhere and dumps their bodies. Someone who has seen too many Dracula movies."
"Yeah, sure Nick. They dump the bodies with no tire tracks, no trace evidence at all."
Nick just shrugged at Sara. He really didn't know what to tell her, he was just as perplexed as her. Sara has been so argumentative with him since his promotion. He just really wanted to get this case over with. To tell the truth, he had a creepy feeling as well, as if someone was watching them.
"Look, I'm going to go talk to those people over there since Brass still hasn't shown up." Sara motioned toward a group of people near a bar entrance.
"Whatever, Sara."
Neither Nick nor Sara noticed the dark, shadowy, brooding figure watching them from the shadows. The figure almost felt sorry for them. These two mere mortals had no idea what they were dealing with.
"Angel! What the bloody hell are you doing?"
Angel rolled his eyes at the voice behind him. He knew that annoying British accent anywhere.
"Dammit Spike, could you keep it down? Remember, we're incognito until we know what we're dealing with."
"Well I think it's pretty obvious, Captain Hair-gel. Vampire, grrrrr, remember."
"Yeah, I got that, but most vampires avoid places like Las Vegas, it's kind of a scary place. It was a lot friendlier when the mob ran it. Plus, all the fluorescent lights look bad on the complexion."
"You're telling me, this one time I was visiting Buffy at the burger joint she was working at, the lights made me look so sallow. Oh well, she shagged me anyway." Spike had a fling with Angel's past love, Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Spike loved to needle Angel with the fact that they both loved the same woman.
It took Angel everything he had not to stake Spike right then and there. But Spike had saved Angel's life during the big battle with Wolfram & Hart, so he let things slide.
"Look, we better get back to the others, see if they know anything yet."
"Fine, whatever, you're the boss. Ooooo can we stop by the Sahara first? I want to ride the rollercoaster."
"No! Now go get the car."
"Hey, you're not the boss of me!" Spike shot back.
"Spike! There are three known vampire killings under police investigation right now, god knows how many more the cops don't know about. We need to get back to the rest of the team."
"Angel, mate, that pesky curse of yours has turned you into a real sourpuss. You're a walking billboard of what happens when someone doesn't get shagged regularly."
"Fine! One ride, that's it!" Angel relented, anything to shut Spike up. He took one last look at Nick working the scene and left. Had he waited, for just one moment, he would have seen her.