Author's note: Sorry to the readers, I accidentally said that Amy Acker's character Fred was Amy. Sorry, it's fixed and I have untreated dyslexia so I'll try to be careful in my editing. Thanks!

Ch.4

Angel was sitting at his desk studying the latest pieces of info he had found on Dorain, but found that none of them were helpful. Just banking accounts, property license, deeds, drivers license, etc.

Suddenly, his phone rang. He picked it up from its' cradle, which sat in its' respective place in the corner of his desk.

"Hello?"

"Angel yes, it's Wesley," spoke the voice on the other end.

"Oh yeah, did you get my message?"

"Yes, Spike was nice enough to deliver it."

"Well, did you get anything?"

"Ah yes, I've gotten some pretty interesting facts about Dorian Gray and a little about Mina Harker," Angel heard him say as there was a shuffle of papers on the other line, "Here we are. Now did you think that Dorian was a vampire, mage or anything like that before?"

"Yeah, I thought he was a vampire."

"Well, it's something different, he's an immortal."

"An immortal?"

"Yes, seems that he's been alive since the 1800s."

"How do you know he's an immortal? If he was a vampire, he could've lived that long."

"Well see that's the thing. I looked up other articles containing stories about him and found that in numerous situations, he was shot at, stabbed, and even run over by a police carriage. Though it doesn't specify where the wounds were. You know, near the heart?"

"Yeah, but how do you know for sure that Dorian's an immortal?"

"Well, I found this record dated back to 1899. It specifies something called the "League of Extraordinary Gentleman," and Mr. Gray was apart of it. In the record, it tells of everyone that was in it, what their abilities or skills were. They listed him as an immortal and I'm pretty sure that they were very precise in their documentation."

"Oh….." Angel said with a sigh, this was a new twist.

"Oh, and there's something else," Wesley said.

"What?"

"I found some info on Mina Harker."

"Oh, is she a vampire?"

"Yeah, she was in the League too, but I haven't gotten anything more."

"That's fine, it's more than enough."

"Alright, well, should I still research more?"

"Yeah, we need more info on Mina."

"Okay, I'll call if I get any information."

"Alright," Angel said as he hung up the phone, "Now where do I start?"

Ch.5

Spike went out. It was dusk and to him, the dawn of the night. He put on his trench coat and walked down the sidewalk to the city streets. The firm wasn't far from downtown so it was an easy trip to the clubs and night shops.

He turned down an alley and stopped at the cement wall back of a building. He stayed there for what seemed like ages until a staggering form stumbled into the alley. He looked and saw it was a girl, no older than thirteen. He wondered just why she was there in the first place, but his hunger was near the breaking point. It was tearing at him, threatening to drive him mad with itself. Although, it was partly his fault, he hadn't fed in days.

The girl yelled out in pain and clutched at her head, like she was in pain from her own mind. Spike shuddered, the girls' yells reminded him of his own screams when the chip misfired in his head, or when he went insane. The girl fell back against a dumpster and she slinked down to the ground. She groveled and clutched at her skull as if trying to squeeze out the pain.

In spite of Angel instilling all of the ideals of protecting the innocent, Spike considered putting the girl out of her misery. He stepped forward a bit and the girl did not move or seem to notice him. Deciding to act upon his prior consideration, Spike quickly and silently walked over to the girl, but was met with a sword to throat. It just barely sliced the skin, letting some blood dribble down his neck.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he heard the sword-bearer say to him.

Spike stood up all the way and turned slowly towards the speaker. He furrowed his brow, how did he not know that the guy was there? The man that was threatening him with the sharp object had black hair with long bangs and the rest slicked back behind his ears and to the back of his neck; accompanied with black eyebrows and goatee. He was clothed in black and gray attire, and had a thin, fencing-like sword to Spike's neck.

"Who are you?" Spike asked.

"I believe I should be asking that question," said the man as he increased the grip on his sword to coax more blood out of Spike's neck.

"Well I'm not going to tell you," Spike answered.

"Well, all I really want is you to stay away from the girl, so if you mind," the guy said as he rounded Spike, getting over to the girl.

Spike decided to take action, his face morphed as he summoned his vampiric powers. He blocked away the sword with his forearm, protected by his jacket material, and charged forward. The guy jumped to the side and Spike rolled to his feet from the momentum of his charge being thrown off. He turned and was rewarded with two slashes to the face from the guys' sword. He landed a clean punch on the guys' face and kicked his stomach. The guy recoiled slashed at Spike a couple more times successfully. Spike took the advantage and got behind the man. He wrapped his right arm around the guys' throat and went in to bite his neck.

"Agh….!" was all that Spike could say as his voice caught the back of his mouth.

He felt white hot pain shoot through his stomach as the guys' sword buried itself in his abdomen. He coughed out, but his grip did not fail. He was used to pain, but he just wasn't prepared for it tonight. Spike grabbed the guys' wrist that was holding the sword, and pulled the blade out of his stomach. Then he directed the mans' wrist to point the sword to the guys' own chest.

"Now, be nice and let me get a bite in," he told the guy.

"You think I'm going to let you bloody bite me?" the guy said with a laugh.

"And what, pray tell, do you think you can do to stop me?"

"This."

Spike's eyes lit up in surprise as the man thrust the blade through his own chest and through Spike's. He was heaving his chest, the sword sticking out his back, each breath hurting him more. His grip failed him and he let go of the guy. The man pulled the sword out of his chest and kicked Spike back. He fell backwards onto the opposing wall, his face stricken with unimaginable pain. He looked up at the guy and saw his own chest wound healing as quickly as the sword was pulled from him.

"Yes, fascinating isn't it?" the guy asked, seeing Spike's surprise.

"What are you?" Spike choked out.

"That's for you to wonder."

And with that, the guy put his sword in its' sheath, which was a cane (Or turned into one when the swords' handle snapped into place). He turned and lifted the girl into his arms. The girls, seemingly unconscious, did not stir as he lifted her.

"So long, Spike," he said with a smile and left, leaving Spike on the ground.

'Who the hell was that guy?' he thought, 'And how the hell does he know my name?'

He struggled to his feet, using the wall for support, and started in the direction of the firm.

He had to tell Angel.

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