Author's Notes: Thank you for the good reviews, and don't worry the
chapters will get longer...Please continue to read and review...Thanks
again. And to all you Special Unit 2 fans I knew you guys were out there
somewhere *Sniffs* I miss that show...I was very upset when it went off
air...I love Nicky
BTW sorry for not updating sooner I went out of state, so I had plenty of time to type the chapters but I couldn't post 'em. Enjoy...bye Love ya'll
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Spike found the creatures to be harder to kill than he thought. Like small roaches, they didn't seem to mind missing one or two of their limbs, and they didn't seem too intelligent either. They were fast though, nearly too fast, all Spike had managed to do is incapacitate one by removing all of its limbs. Kerri hid behind the bar, she couldn't really fight right now because she was hurt or else she would be right beside him. She thought a moment, she couldn't let him do all the work, she searched behind the bar for something helpful. All she managed to find was a dirty rag and one unbroken bottle of tequila. That was actually more helpful than it sounded. She opened the Tequila and stuffed the rag down into it. She then searched her pockets for a lighter...but she didn't find one.
"Damn," she cursed.
She scanned her head for something helpful, she found it. A spell, she wasn't a very strong witch, but she was a witch, creating a small flame shouldn't be too hard.
"Encendio," she muttered and a small flame flickered to life at the end of the rag.
"Hey Spike watch out..." Kerri yelled.
She threw the makeshift Moltov cocktail, and hit one of the roach things. Luckily these things seemed more flammable than dry grass. It burst into flames and they quickly spread catching the dry wooden floor and broken beams on fire and the flames wrapped around the roach creatures. They let out a high pitched scream, that nearly made their ears bleed, and caused Hudson to try and hide his head.
"Kerri?" Spike called through the flames.
"Still here..." she called back, "Sorry about that."
"No problem," Spike muttered taking and unneeded breath, and leaping through the wall of flames that kept him from the bar and Kerri.
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Angel stood outside of the rubble that was once Buffy's house. He was near tears, and even he couldn't believe that her death had brought him so close to crying. He'd figure out away to fix this and kill whoever caused this. 'Giles', he thought, 'I need to find Giles.'
His thought was cut off by the sound of someone, then he caught a whiff of the person, human, for the most part anyway. He smelled a bit odd, different but human nonetheless. Angel was actually happy to know there was at least one other person alive.
Logan was exhausted, he'd been hacking his way through all kinds of creatures. They all looked different, but they smelled the same...Evil. Though he stopped abruptly when he smelled a dead body. That of course didn't surprise him, but the source of the smell happened to be a moving, seemingly living person. He had to be something evil, probably just another one of those things in a different shape.
Angel heard a 'Shnict' sound, and turned around abruptly. His eyes fell on the stranger, with shaggy brown hair. Soon his eyes found their way to the three claws that sprung from the back of each hand.
"Who are you?" Angel asked.
"I think the better question bub, is what are you?" the stranger all but growled.
Logan regarded the creature, he seemed to be smarted than the rest of the creatures he'd fought.
"I could ask you the same question, considering the fact that you have claws coming from the back of your hands," The dead guy replied.
Angel rolled his eyes and figured there was no point in fighting with the guy, but he seemed to have other plans. Logan had closed the gap between them quicker than Angel had anticipated. Logan aimed his claws for Angel's neck. Angel Grabbed his wrist, and held his wrist just far enough away so the claws weren't through his neck.
Angel head butted him, though he was hurt more than Logan. At that moment Angel discovered his metal skull, of course he didn't know it was metal he just knew something in his own head had cracked and Logan remained fine.
Logan had a smirk on his face and retracted his claws and drove his fist into Angel's cracked skull. Angel snarled and his face contorted to his game face. Logan actually faltered.
"What's that matter?" Angel smirked running his tongue over his fangs.
'What the hell are you?" he demanded.
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Behind them a swirl of blue lights began to take shape as two people. Nick and Chris watched the fight with interest.
"Should we break it up?" Nick asked.
"Let them fight it out for a while..." Chris said, then a thought came to mind, "Wait I only sensed one person."
Nick was ignoring him and moving closer to the fight, there was something, every time they came close to the street light. The one minus the claws now stood directly in the light, there, now Nick saw him clearly. His face was like nothing he'd seen. Well that was wrong, his face was close to some things he'd seen, but he'd never actually seen something so close to being human yet, horribly distorted.
Nick drew his gun, it making a high pitched squealing noise.
"Don't move, or I'll blow off you pretty little head," Nick quipped.
Angel froze, as did Logan, the two turned to look at him. Chris winced.
Angel finally laughed, "Yeah shoot me that'll work well,"
"The bullets explode on contact, so if that doesn't kill, at least there'll no one around to put you back together again," Nick replied.
Angel was right about now getting tired of being perceived as the bad guy. He rolled his eyes and his face melded back to his human visage.
"I'm not that bad guy here all right the tin man attacked me..." Angel said through gritted teeth.
"Oh is that right?" Nick said sarcastically.
"Um Nick?" Chris said slowly, "The other one has claws..."
"So which one should I shoot?" Nick asked.
"Let me talk to them," Chris said quickly.
"Go ahead, I'll be here with my gun," Nick said shrugging, but he was really itching to shoot something.
"Okay first question, what are you guys?" Chris asked.
"Mutant," Logan said.
"Vampire," Angel answered.
"Whoa...What?" Nick demanded.
"Shhh," Chris told him, "Well while we're on the subject and so I don't have to explain it later...I'm a whitelighter,"
"A what?" Logan growled narrowing his eyes at the boy.
"He just said he was a va..." Nick started but Chris cut him off again.
"Hold on Nick," Chris continued on, "It's kind of like a guardian Angel for witches."
"Witches? The last witch I met tried to suck out my..." Nick started again.
"If she tried to kill you it wasn't a witch, but they tell you a lot of things to keep you away from the truth," Chris told Nick.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he demanded.
"Gimme a second and I'll explain, one issue at a time here," Chris said, then looked back at Logan and Angel, "Okay, Mutants aren't always bad he's human, but your a vampire, why does that make you the good guy?"
"I have a soul," Angel said simply not offering any sort of an explanation.
"I'll get Leo to check up on that until then stay away from my neck," Chris muttered, "All of you need to come with me."
"Where?" Logan demanded.
"To more people," Chris said, "I'm collecting survivors."
Before either of them could protest he grabbed Logan and Angel by the wrist and orbed the two away leaving Nick glaring after him. But about thirty seconds later Chris orbed back to Nick.
"Sorry, I wanted to get them there first, and let Leo deal with them," Chris quickly apologized, "What tried to kill you wasn't a witch, but a Crone, They're the ones that give witches the stereotype of being ugly hags, when in reality they look like normal people."
"We were always told that there was no such thing as vampires...So either he's lying or..." Nick's voice trailed off into thought, 'I was lied to,' he thought.
"We were always told that vampires were these demons that were banished from the underworld by the source, but in reality those were fiends, most upper level demons don't even know that, you were probably lied to for the same reasons we were, to keep us out of the way of the Slayers, it's their job to kill them not yours, and not ours...in the case of the witch...it was probably ignorance or to keep you out of our way," Chris explained.
Nick seemed to believe him, but he didn't like the answer he got. Chris put a hand on his shoulder and orbed him back to Leo.
BTW sorry for not updating sooner I went out of state, so I had plenty of time to type the chapters but I couldn't post 'em. Enjoy...bye Love ya'll
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Spike found the creatures to be harder to kill than he thought. Like small roaches, they didn't seem to mind missing one or two of their limbs, and they didn't seem too intelligent either. They were fast though, nearly too fast, all Spike had managed to do is incapacitate one by removing all of its limbs. Kerri hid behind the bar, she couldn't really fight right now because she was hurt or else she would be right beside him. She thought a moment, she couldn't let him do all the work, she searched behind the bar for something helpful. All she managed to find was a dirty rag and one unbroken bottle of tequila. That was actually more helpful than it sounded. She opened the Tequila and stuffed the rag down into it. She then searched her pockets for a lighter...but she didn't find one.
"Damn," she cursed.
She scanned her head for something helpful, she found it. A spell, she wasn't a very strong witch, but she was a witch, creating a small flame shouldn't be too hard.
"Encendio," she muttered and a small flame flickered to life at the end of the rag.
"Hey Spike watch out..." Kerri yelled.
She threw the makeshift Moltov cocktail, and hit one of the roach things. Luckily these things seemed more flammable than dry grass. It burst into flames and they quickly spread catching the dry wooden floor and broken beams on fire and the flames wrapped around the roach creatures. They let out a high pitched scream, that nearly made their ears bleed, and caused Hudson to try and hide his head.
"Kerri?" Spike called through the flames.
"Still here..." she called back, "Sorry about that."
"No problem," Spike muttered taking and unneeded breath, and leaping through the wall of flames that kept him from the bar and Kerri.
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Angel stood outside of the rubble that was once Buffy's house. He was near tears, and even he couldn't believe that her death had brought him so close to crying. He'd figure out away to fix this and kill whoever caused this. 'Giles', he thought, 'I need to find Giles.'
His thought was cut off by the sound of someone, then he caught a whiff of the person, human, for the most part anyway. He smelled a bit odd, different but human nonetheless. Angel was actually happy to know there was at least one other person alive.
Logan was exhausted, he'd been hacking his way through all kinds of creatures. They all looked different, but they smelled the same...Evil. Though he stopped abruptly when he smelled a dead body. That of course didn't surprise him, but the source of the smell happened to be a moving, seemingly living person. He had to be something evil, probably just another one of those things in a different shape.
Angel heard a 'Shnict' sound, and turned around abruptly. His eyes fell on the stranger, with shaggy brown hair. Soon his eyes found their way to the three claws that sprung from the back of each hand.
"Who are you?" Angel asked.
"I think the better question bub, is what are you?" the stranger all but growled.
Logan regarded the creature, he seemed to be smarted than the rest of the creatures he'd fought.
"I could ask you the same question, considering the fact that you have claws coming from the back of your hands," The dead guy replied.
Angel rolled his eyes and figured there was no point in fighting with the guy, but he seemed to have other plans. Logan had closed the gap between them quicker than Angel had anticipated. Logan aimed his claws for Angel's neck. Angel Grabbed his wrist, and held his wrist just far enough away so the claws weren't through his neck.
Angel head butted him, though he was hurt more than Logan. At that moment Angel discovered his metal skull, of course he didn't know it was metal he just knew something in his own head had cracked and Logan remained fine.
Logan had a smirk on his face and retracted his claws and drove his fist into Angel's cracked skull. Angel snarled and his face contorted to his game face. Logan actually faltered.
"What's that matter?" Angel smirked running his tongue over his fangs.
'What the hell are you?" he demanded.
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Behind them a swirl of blue lights began to take shape as two people. Nick and Chris watched the fight with interest.
"Should we break it up?" Nick asked.
"Let them fight it out for a while..." Chris said, then a thought came to mind, "Wait I only sensed one person."
Nick was ignoring him and moving closer to the fight, there was something, every time they came close to the street light. The one minus the claws now stood directly in the light, there, now Nick saw him clearly. His face was like nothing he'd seen. Well that was wrong, his face was close to some things he'd seen, but he'd never actually seen something so close to being human yet, horribly distorted.
Nick drew his gun, it making a high pitched squealing noise.
"Don't move, or I'll blow off you pretty little head," Nick quipped.
Angel froze, as did Logan, the two turned to look at him. Chris winced.
Angel finally laughed, "Yeah shoot me that'll work well,"
"The bullets explode on contact, so if that doesn't kill, at least there'll no one around to put you back together again," Nick replied.
Angel was right about now getting tired of being perceived as the bad guy. He rolled his eyes and his face melded back to his human visage.
"I'm not that bad guy here all right the tin man attacked me..." Angel said through gritted teeth.
"Oh is that right?" Nick said sarcastically.
"Um Nick?" Chris said slowly, "The other one has claws..."
"So which one should I shoot?" Nick asked.
"Let me talk to them," Chris said quickly.
"Go ahead, I'll be here with my gun," Nick said shrugging, but he was really itching to shoot something.
"Okay first question, what are you guys?" Chris asked.
"Mutant," Logan said.
"Vampire," Angel answered.
"Whoa...What?" Nick demanded.
"Shhh," Chris told him, "Well while we're on the subject and so I don't have to explain it later...I'm a whitelighter,"
"A what?" Logan growled narrowing his eyes at the boy.
"He just said he was a va..." Nick started but Chris cut him off again.
"Hold on Nick," Chris continued on, "It's kind of like a guardian Angel for witches."
"Witches? The last witch I met tried to suck out my..." Nick started again.
"If she tried to kill you it wasn't a witch, but they tell you a lot of things to keep you away from the truth," Chris told Nick.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he demanded.
"Gimme a second and I'll explain, one issue at a time here," Chris said, then looked back at Logan and Angel, "Okay, Mutants aren't always bad he's human, but your a vampire, why does that make you the good guy?"
"I have a soul," Angel said simply not offering any sort of an explanation.
"I'll get Leo to check up on that until then stay away from my neck," Chris muttered, "All of you need to come with me."
"Where?" Logan demanded.
"To more people," Chris said, "I'm collecting survivors."
Before either of them could protest he grabbed Logan and Angel by the wrist and orbed the two away leaving Nick glaring after him. But about thirty seconds later Chris orbed back to Nick.
"Sorry, I wanted to get them there first, and let Leo deal with them," Chris quickly apologized, "What tried to kill you wasn't a witch, but a Crone, They're the ones that give witches the stereotype of being ugly hags, when in reality they look like normal people."
"We were always told that there was no such thing as vampires...So either he's lying or..." Nick's voice trailed off into thought, 'I was lied to,' he thought.
"We were always told that vampires were these demons that were banished from the underworld by the source, but in reality those were fiends, most upper level demons don't even know that, you were probably lied to for the same reasons we were, to keep us out of the way of the Slayers, it's their job to kill them not yours, and not ours...in the case of the witch...it was probably ignorance or to keep you out of our way," Chris explained.
Nick seemed to believe him, but he didn't like the answer he got. Chris put a hand on his shoulder and orbed him back to Leo.