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anything, Joss Whedon does, so please don't sue me, I am just doing this
for my own enjoyment. There is no money involved, and trust me, I don't
have any anyway. I mean, like, none.)
In a back street of Los Angeles, there lay on the ground the corpses of hundreds of demons, and one dragon. The battle was finally over, and good had prevailed, though their triumph was narrowly won. A blue haired woman and dark skinned man had been found by a passerby a block away, where they had been thrown by the giant flying beast before he was brought down. They were currently in the hospital, unconscious and unknowing if their efforts had done any good. In the middle of the carnage lay two men, both undead but close to departing from this world.
A large beautiful griffon landed near the two men, and gently picked them up with his paws and wings, and laid them on his back. He then took flight and disappeared into the darkness of night.
He made sure that the route he took would be void of sunlight, for his passengers were very important. His destination was a small island that was surrounded by mist and fog. He landed carefully and called out to the woman that lived in the small fortress, the only dwelling on the tiny piece of land. A light issued forth from the small balcony, and the griffon to flight once more, towards the building. Gracefully, he perched himself on part of the railing, and helped the woman take the two men off of his back. She wore a hooded cape that hid most of her features, but you could tell that her hair was striped in black and white, and her skin was tan in color.
"Thank you," she said, placing the second man, a blonde, on the floor.
The griffon made a soft noise.
"Yes, I know, you should get going. Thank you again for your help. I only wish that I could have done more."
The griffon made a noise as if to scold the woman for admonishing herself.
"Yes, I know, I know. Here, take this to your family." She said, handing him a sack, which he threw onto his back. The griffon nuzzled his beak against her shoulder, and she gave his head a soft pat. "Goodbye," she said, a soft smile on her face. With that, the griffon took off and disappeared into the mists One by one she carried the two men into the building, and into a room with no windows. She did not know how long it would take for them to regain consciousness, and she did not want any sunlight to fall upon them. She placed them on the only things that she could in the room, two long tables. They lied there motionless, as if in state. She began getting ready what she would need when they awoke. She walked over to the wall and retrieved a dagger that hung there. With it firmly in her hand, she walked over to a small table, which held two metal goblets. She took the sharp blade and held it near her forearm. With a deep breath, she sliced the blade across her arm and let the blood drip into the two cups. She had to repeat this action a few times until the two vessels were filled. Each time, her arm miraculously healed, leaving only the tiniest scar. She did not have to wait long, though, for the first man to groan and start to awaken. She looked over at them and saw the blonde man stir, his eyes still closed. "Bloody hell, please tell me I'm dead!" he cursed, bringing his hand to his head. "You've been dead of over a hundred years, genius" the other man, the one with the dark hair countered, also getting up slowly and reaching his hand towards his head. "Sod off." The other replied. "Of course you'd have to survive, wouldn't you, Peaches." A grin crept onto the woman's face as she listened to the bantering. It had been a long time since she had heard other voices in her old, lonely fortress. "Did we win?" the dark haired one stated, deciding to ignore the other's retort. "Actually, yes." The woman stated, and with her entering the conversation, the two men stopped and looked directly at her. "Toto, I don't think we're in LA anymore." The dark one said. "Right you are, Dorothy." The blond one remarked. "And who might you be?" The woman sighed. She knew that this was going to be a difficult conversation. "The whole explanation can wait, first, you two need to get your strength back." She stated, turning towards the table and picking up the two goblets. She returned and gave them both to the men, who sniffed it and looked back at her. "Its blood." The dark one said. "Human Blood." The blonde one corrected. "My blood, actually," the woman elaborated. "You're blood." The blonde one said, mildly suspicious. "Yes, my blood. I know you both are vampires. Vampires with souls, actually. One of you is named Angel; the other is William, though you go by Spike. Unfortunately, I don't know which one is which." "Well, you seem to know an awful lot about us then, love, care to return the favor?" "Hmm, English, slightly cocky, an heir of confidence, would you be Spike?" she asked. The dark haired one chuckled at her thumbnail of his "friend". "So then, that would make you Angel, brooding, leader type, little bit of a jealous streak?" Spike laughed out loud. "Alright, so you figured out who is who. So then, who are you?" Angel queried. "Nice Dr Seuss rhyme there, Peaches." Spike quipped. "My name is Keira. I know that that doesn't say much, but right now, you really need to get your strength back." "You're stalling." Spike stated. "Gee, really?" Keira said under her breath. "So, out with it." He replied. "It's a very difficult and long story, that is why I want you to get your strength back first, before anything else." Spike started to bring the goblet up to his lips, but stopped before taking a sip. "Wait a minute, how were you able to loose this much blood and still be walking around perfectly normal?" he noticed that each glass held more than a pint of the viscous red liquid. "Ok, I'll show you, but first, you both have to take at least a sip of the blood." Spike and Angel did as they were told, and drank from their goblets. When the removed them from their lips, she was once again holding the dagger that she had used before up to her arm. "Now, please bring the goblets closer together." To interested to see the result of this particular action to ignore her commands, they both brought their cups closer together. When they did, she once again sliced her arm and let the blood drip into the two vessels before the cut closed up, just like it had done before. "How'd you do that?" Angel asked. "Yeah, you're not a vampire, I can tell." "No, I'm not a vampire, but I cannot die either, can't even injure myself, though I am not sure if someone else can, I have not been able to test that theory. You see, I have been waiting here for 1500 years for you."
In a back street of Los Angeles, there lay on the ground the corpses of hundreds of demons, and one dragon. The battle was finally over, and good had prevailed, though their triumph was narrowly won. A blue haired woman and dark skinned man had been found by a passerby a block away, where they had been thrown by the giant flying beast before he was brought down. They were currently in the hospital, unconscious and unknowing if their efforts had done any good. In the middle of the carnage lay two men, both undead but close to departing from this world.
A large beautiful griffon landed near the two men, and gently picked them up with his paws and wings, and laid them on his back. He then took flight and disappeared into the darkness of night.
He made sure that the route he took would be void of sunlight, for his passengers were very important. His destination was a small island that was surrounded by mist and fog. He landed carefully and called out to the woman that lived in the small fortress, the only dwelling on the tiny piece of land. A light issued forth from the small balcony, and the griffon to flight once more, towards the building. Gracefully, he perched himself on part of the railing, and helped the woman take the two men off of his back. She wore a hooded cape that hid most of her features, but you could tell that her hair was striped in black and white, and her skin was tan in color.
"Thank you," she said, placing the second man, a blonde, on the floor.
The griffon made a soft noise.
"Yes, I know, you should get going. Thank you again for your help. I only wish that I could have done more."
The griffon made a noise as if to scold the woman for admonishing herself.
"Yes, I know, I know. Here, take this to your family." She said, handing him a sack, which he threw onto his back. The griffon nuzzled his beak against her shoulder, and she gave his head a soft pat. "Goodbye," she said, a soft smile on her face. With that, the griffon took off and disappeared into the mists One by one she carried the two men into the building, and into a room with no windows. She did not know how long it would take for them to regain consciousness, and she did not want any sunlight to fall upon them. She placed them on the only things that she could in the room, two long tables. They lied there motionless, as if in state. She began getting ready what she would need when they awoke. She walked over to the wall and retrieved a dagger that hung there. With it firmly in her hand, she walked over to a small table, which held two metal goblets. She took the sharp blade and held it near her forearm. With a deep breath, she sliced the blade across her arm and let the blood drip into the two cups. She had to repeat this action a few times until the two vessels were filled. Each time, her arm miraculously healed, leaving only the tiniest scar. She did not have to wait long, though, for the first man to groan and start to awaken. She looked over at them and saw the blonde man stir, his eyes still closed. "Bloody hell, please tell me I'm dead!" he cursed, bringing his hand to his head. "You've been dead of over a hundred years, genius" the other man, the one with the dark hair countered, also getting up slowly and reaching his hand towards his head. "Sod off." The other replied. "Of course you'd have to survive, wouldn't you, Peaches." A grin crept onto the woman's face as she listened to the bantering. It had been a long time since she had heard other voices in her old, lonely fortress. "Did we win?" the dark haired one stated, deciding to ignore the other's retort. "Actually, yes." The woman stated, and with her entering the conversation, the two men stopped and looked directly at her. "Toto, I don't think we're in LA anymore." The dark one said. "Right you are, Dorothy." The blond one remarked. "And who might you be?" The woman sighed. She knew that this was going to be a difficult conversation. "The whole explanation can wait, first, you two need to get your strength back." She stated, turning towards the table and picking up the two goblets. She returned and gave them both to the men, who sniffed it and looked back at her. "Its blood." The dark one said. "Human Blood." The blonde one corrected. "My blood, actually," the woman elaborated. "You're blood." The blonde one said, mildly suspicious. "Yes, my blood. I know you both are vampires. Vampires with souls, actually. One of you is named Angel; the other is William, though you go by Spike. Unfortunately, I don't know which one is which." "Well, you seem to know an awful lot about us then, love, care to return the favor?" "Hmm, English, slightly cocky, an heir of confidence, would you be Spike?" she asked. The dark haired one chuckled at her thumbnail of his "friend". "So then, that would make you Angel, brooding, leader type, little bit of a jealous streak?" Spike laughed out loud. "Alright, so you figured out who is who. So then, who are you?" Angel queried. "Nice Dr Seuss rhyme there, Peaches." Spike quipped. "My name is Keira. I know that that doesn't say much, but right now, you really need to get your strength back." "You're stalling." Spike stated. "Gee, really?" Keira said under her breath. "So, out with it." He replied. "It's a very difficult and long story, that is why I want you to get your strength back first, before anything else." Spike started to bring the goblet up to his lips, but stopped before taking a sip. "Wait a minute, how were you able to loose this much blood and still be walking around perfectly normal?" he noticed that each glass held more than a pint of the viscous red liquid. "Ok, I'll show you, but first, you both have to take at least a sip of the blood." Spike and Angel did as they were told, and drank from their goblets. When the removed them from their lips, she was once again holding the dagger that she had used before up to her arm. "Now, please bring the goblets closer together." To interested to see the result of this particular action to ignore her commands, they both brought their cups closer together. When they did, she once again sliced her arm and let the blood drip into the two vessels before the cut closed up, just like it had done before. "How'd you do that?" Angel asked. "Yeah, you're not a vampire, I can tell." "No, I'm not a vampire, but I cannot die either, can't even injure myself, though I am not sure if someone else can, I have not been able to test that theory. You see, I have been waiting here for 1500 years for you."