Damon and Montoya walked down the darkened alley way. They spent as much of the day as they could in public areas, but now that night had fallen, they didn't want to be so obvious. Montoya suggested they go back to her apartment, that there was no way that creature would be there still. But Damon knew better. He knew that he would wait as long as he needed to.
The coffee shop they hid behind hadn't had any visitors in hours. At least, none that they had noticed. Damon had read earlier that they were open twenty-four hours a day, but still, he wanted to wait a little bit longer. No sense in needlessly endangering more people.
"Well, well, well," a voice growled from the dark of the alley. "Looks like we have us a nice little snack."
Damon and Montoya turned around simultaneously. "Christ," Damon sighed. "Not now guys. We really are quite busy."
Five men stood in a tight group. They were dressed in ratted clothes. Their faces were deformed in an almost hideous mockery. Deformed in a way Damon knew all too well.
"Um, Damon?" Montoya stammered. "Are these guys vampires, too?"
"Yeah," he answered. "But don't worry. They aren't anything I can't handle."
The obvious leader of the group growled. "You think so, boy? You think you can..." There was a sickening sound as the wooden stake entered the vampire's heart. He immediately exploded into so much dust. The other four vamps stood, staring at Damon with shocked looks across their faces.
"You just killed Rocco," one vamp stated.
Damon smiled as he slammed his foot down onto a wooden crate and picked up a makeshift stake. "Yep. And unless you want the same thing to happen to you then, well, I guess you better take off."
"No!" another, younger vampire yelled. "No one messes with The Fangs!"
Damon laughed out loud. "You have to be kidding me. No, wait." He held his stomach as he laughed uncontrollably. "You mean you actually call yourselves that? Now I have to kill you. Just to put you out of your own misery."
"We'll see," a fairly large vamp spoke. Then all four lunged at Damon
"What was that?" Kennedy asked. She heard a sound outside the Magic Java Connection.
Willow had been studying a book on various demons. She looked up for a minute and took a sip of her mocha. "What's that, sweetie?" Kennedy walked towards the back door of the establishment. "I thought I heard a sound outside. Maybe our visitors finally arrived."
"Goodie," Willow put the book down and jumped out of he seat. "Let's go see."
Kennedy looked at her wife. "You seem very eager."
"Just antsy. Not a lot has been going on lately."
The two made their way to the back door and listened for a moment. Sure enough, sounds of a struggle came from the alley. Kennedy and Willow exchanged smiles. Kennedy pulled a stake out of the back of her pants and turned the door knob.
"Wait, wait, wait," Willow said.
Kennedy looked surprised. "What?"
Willow gave her wife a quick but passionate kiss. "Okay," she said.
Kennedy flung the door open and both girls ran out just as a tall, dark haired man dusted a vampire. The looked around. Other than the man there was only a dark haired girl. No more vampires. Disappointment crossed both their faces.
"Um, hello?" the man said. "Can I help you?"
Montoya looked at the two women who just exploded onto the scene. One was a short and thin redhead, the other olive-skinned with long, dark hair. The dark haired one was holding a wooden stake.
"Uh, hi," the redhead said. "Um, I guess you don't need any help." Montoya noticed a look of disappointment on her face.
Damon flashed his smile. "Sorry, but no. Everything out here is taken care of."
The dark haired woman tucked the stake into the back of her pants. "Well, you might as well come inside. We have kind of been waiting for you."
"Really?" Damon said, a confused tone to his voice.
"It's hard to explain," from the redhead. "But one of our friends had a dream you would be showing up here, now."
Damon shrugged, then helped Montoya to her feet. "My name is Damon," he introduced himself. "This is Montoya."
"Willow," the redhead gave a short wave.
"Kennedy," the other one said.
"Right. Well, Ms. Kennedy, Willow," Damon gave a nod to each one as he said their names. "Should we go inside?"
No one was present inside the Magic Java Connection. This was fine, since privacy was a good thing right now. Willow made coffee for Damon and Montoya. She noticed that Montoya seemed frightened, and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You're safe now," she told her.
"Thank you," Montoya said. "But I don't know if any of us are safe anymore."
"What's the what?" Kennedy asked, concerned.
Damon was quick to answer. "We don't want to endanger you as well."
Kennedy flashed him a smile. "It's no biggie. One of our friends had a dream. Kind of a vision. She saw you two being tormented by a shadow creature."
"Not to far off."
"Willow, I think you should call the others now." Willow smiled and picked up the phone. She made a quick call to the training school and told Giles that their company had arrived. He told Willow that he would be over as soon as he called Buffy.
"So," Damon spoke, trying to wrap his head around what was going on. "Your friend had a dream that we would be here and this...shadow creature would attack us?"
"Basically," Kennedy answered.
Damon stood up. "Then we have to leave. You're all in grave danger."
"No, no," Willow tried to stop them. "You're fine. I'm a witch. And Kennedy is a Slayer."
Damon stared at Kennedy. "You're the Slayer?"
"Well, a Slayer."
Willow smiled sheepishly. "There's kind of more than one now."
Damon sat back down. "I need something stronger to drink."
"I know it's a lot to take," Kennedy tried to sympathize with Damon. "As soon as our friends arrive we'll be able to explain all around and try to figure some things out."
"How many?" Montoya asked, stunning everyone. "Sorry. I'm just wondering how many of your friends are coming over?"
"Well," Willow was thinking. "Giles and Xander should be here any moment. Buffy and Angela shortly after. There are more of us, but most are on vacation. Ally is the only other one around, but she's been going through a bad time right now. I don't want to include her if at all possible."
"It's probably for the best," Damon said. "I'll explain more when you're friends arrive, but I think even with all them there is a very real chance that we will all die."
The coffee shop they hid behind hadn't had any visitors in hours. At least, none that they had noticed. Damon had read earlier that they were open twenty-four hours a day, but still, he wanted to wait a little bit longer. No sense in needlessly endangering more people.
"Well, well, well," a voice growled from the dark of the alley. "Looks like we have us a nice little snack."
Damon and Montoya turned around simultaneously. "Christ," Damon sighed. "Not now guys. We really are quite busy."
Five men stood in a tight group. They were dressed in ratted clothes. Their faces were deformed in an almost hideous mockery. Deformed in a way Damon knew all too well.
"Um, Damon?" Montoya stammered. "Are these guys vampires, too?"
"Yeah," he answered. "But don't worry. They aren't anything I can't handle."
The obvious leader of the group growled. "You think so, boy? You think you can..." There was a sickening sound as the wooden stake entered the vampire's heart. He immediately exploded into so much dust. The other four vamps stood, staring at Damon with shocked looks across their faces.
"You just killed Rocco," one vamp stated.
Damon smiled as he slammed his foot down onto a wooden crate and picked up a makeshift stake. "Yep. And unless you want the same thing to happen to you then, well, I guess you better take off."
"No!" another, younger vampire yelled. "No one messes with The Fangs!"
Damon laughed out loud. "You have to be kidding me. No, wait." He held his stomach as he laughed uncontrollably. "You mean you actually call yourselves that? Now I have to kill you. Just to put you out of your own misery."
"We'll see," a fairly large vamp spoke. Then all four lunged at Damon
"What was that?" Kennedy asked. She heard a sound outside the Magic Java Connection.
Willow had been studying a book on various demons. She looked up for a minute and took a sip of her mocha. "What's that, sweetie?" Kennedy walked towards the back door of the establishment. "I thought I heard a sound outside. Maybe our visitors finally arrived."
"Goodie," Willow put the book down and jumped out of he seat. "Let's go see."
Kennedy looked at her wife. "You seem very eager."
"Just antsy. Not a lot has been going on lately."
The two made their way to the back door and listened for a moment. Sure enough, sounds of a struggle came from the alley. Kennedy and Willow exchanged smiles. Kennedy pulled a stake out of the back of her pants and turned the door knob.
"Wait, wait, wait," Willow said.
Kennedy looked surprised. "What?"
Willow gave her wife a quick but passionate kiss. "Okay," she said.
Kennedy flung the door open and both girls ran out just as a tall, dark haired man dusted a vampire. The looked around. Other than the man there was only a dark haired girl. No more vampires. Disappointment crossed both their faces.
"Um, hello?" the man said. "Can I help you?"
Montoya looked at the two women who just exploded onto the scene. One was a short and thin redhead, the other olive-skinned with long, dark hair. The dark haired one was holding a wooden stake.
"Uh, hi," the redhead said. "Um, I guess you don't need any help." Montoya noticed a look of disappointment on her face.
Damon flashed his smile. "Sorry, but no. Everything out here is taken care of."
The dark haired woman tucked the stake into the back of her pants. "Well, you might as well come inside. We have kind of been waiting for you."
"Really?" Damon said, a confused tone to his voice.
"It's hard to explain," from the redhead. "But one of our friends had a dream you would be showing up here, now."
Damon shrugged, then helped Montoya to her feet. "My name is Damon," he introduced himself. "This is Montoya."
"Willow," the redhead gave a short wave.
"Kennedy," the other one said.
"Right. Well, Ms. Kennedy, Willow," Damon gave a nod to each one as he said their names. "Should we go inside?"
No one was present inside the Magic Java Connection. This was fine, since privacy was a good thing right now. Willow made coffee for Damon and Montoya. She noticed that Montoya seemed frightened, and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You're safe now," she told her.
"Thank you," Montoya said. "But I don't know if any of us are safe anymore."
"What's the what?" Kennedy asked, concerned.
Damon was quick to answer. "We don't want to endanger you as well."
Kennedy flashed him a smile. "It's no biggie. One of our friends had a dream. Kind of a vision. She saw you two being tormented by a shadow creature."
"Not to far off."
"Willow, I think you should call the others now." Willow smiled and picked up the phone. She made a quick call to the training school and told Giles that their company had arrived. He told Willow that he would be over as soon as he called Buffy.
"So," Damon spoke, trying to wrap his head around what was going on. "Your friend had a dream that we would be here and this...shadow creature would attack us?"
"Basically," Kennedy answered.
Damon stood up. "Then we have to leave. You're all in grave danger."
"No, no," Willow tried to stop them. "You're fine. I'm a witch. And Kennedy is a Slayer."
Damon stared at Kennedy. "You're the Slayer?"
"Well, a Slayer."
Willow smiled sheepishly. "There's kind of more than one now."
Damon sat back down. "I need something stronger to drink."
"I know it's a lot to take," Kennedy tried to sympathize with Damon. "As soon as our friends arrive we'll be able to explain all around and try to figure some things out."
"How many?" Montoya asked, stunning everyone. "Sorry. I'm just wondering how many of your friends are coming over?"
"Well," Willow was thinking. "Giles and Xander should be here any moment. Buffy and Angela shortly after. There are more of us, but most are on vacation. Ally is the only other one around, but she's been going through a bad time right now. I don't want to include her if at all possible."
"It's probably for the best," Damon said. "I'll explain more when you're friends arrive, but I think even with all them there is a very real chance that we will all die."