Guardian: My city, my protectorate

By Xenomorph666

Disclaimer: I own Vile, HOMe and the Angel twins. Everything else is owned by Marvel or Disney. Mike Harrigan is owned by FOX as well as Aliens

Summary: 1 year after his defeat by HOMe and acceptance from the Morlocks, Vile has found his way to LA and adopted it as his home after a fateful night full of tragedy.

Never Ends

When I awoke I found myself in an unfamiliar environment. At first I thought that perhaps Harrigan really hadn't begun to understand me, but instead played along to capture me, then I saw the room. It was a fully decorated room, at least I thought they were decorations, the walls adorned in symbols and runes. So I had either been found by some fool mystic or a really powerful mystic, there was never any middle ground with them. As I sat on the floor I became acutely aware of a mechanical whirring behind me. I turned to see a camera in the corner of the ceiling. I was being watched.

My strength renewed, I leapt to the ceiling and rushed to it. As I got closer, it focused on me once more. Either it was locked on to me, something I seriously doubt the humans of this world had developed, or someone was controlling it. I swatted it to one side effectively destroying it's lens. Then I returned to the floor and waited, eventually someone would come. They never did, so I decided to test exactly how strong the mystic in this place was. I kicked the door across the hall, apparently they still needed practice.

I leapt to the ceiling and crawled along it for a bit, until I heard voices. The voices where several people, one tanned girl with a bat. The other two were guys, one dark skinned and carrying a spiked bat, was I dealing with Neanderthals or something, the third was very pale and gave off an air of confidence and darkness he had a sword. I decided it was best to let sleeping morons lie and I crept further down the hall, until I heard a woman shout something.

"ON THE CEILING!" The next thing I knew I was on my back writhing in pain as electricity shot through my nervous system. One thing I hate, is definitely electricity.

"Grab him." The confident one dressed in black said.

"No, don't approach him, he's far to dangerous." An English guy in glasses came up.

"Really what kinda demon is he?" The dark skinned man asked. Great they thought I was a demon.

"I don't know, probably isn't even a demon, but that tail is still lashing about." Apparently whatever they had done involved me losing control of my bodily motions. Then they poured a circle of salt around me and several other things, the effects of earlier were still strong and I couldn't speak.

"Cordelia, go help Fred on the other side." The English man told the tanned girl. I love people who spill their guts when they have the upper hand, it allows for the situation to be easily switched. I now knew who two of them were.

"Yo, Wes. Thing's bleedin' and burnin' a hole in the wood." The dark skinned man said as the English guy came up to him and inspected a small wound on my shoulder. I was so going to enjoy returning the favor.

"Gunn, go tell Angel we have a problem." I knew who they all were now. And the effects of what ever it was they did to me were beginning to were off, I had control of my tail. "Everyone back off, the disabling spell is wearing off." He saw it, and I felt it.

I staggered to my feet as they all backed off, unfortunately they were all separated, Gunn and Wes it seemed were also cut off from their weapons. I could only express my anger as I locked eyes with the one named Gunn.

"Thing is pissed!" I grabbed the mid sneak attack from the girl named Cordelia with out even looking, I love how everyone thinks I don't expect a sneak attack.

"Uh, free manicure for unidentified nasty lookin' demons, interested?" She smiled as I pulled her up and closer to my face and then tossed her through a door to my rear. The other girl ran into the room after her. That left the ones named Wes and Gunn.

"Oh man, um we're screwed aren't we?" Gunn asked as he glanced at his weapon which was behind me.

"Not, quite." Wes said as he pulled out a crossbow, how archaic. I could only laugh, then laugh harder as Gunn gave his colleague a sideways glance, as if to say "I don't think he cares."

That's when the attack from the other one came, again from behind, but he was in the air and coming down fast, my tail however, is was faster. I flicked him away with ease, snapping several ribs in the process, his not mine, I turned back to Gunn and Wes who were busily scrawling through the lines of a book. More mysticism, not that it could help them. I casually grabbed both their heads in my hands, but before I could squeeze the familiar calming presence was around me. I felt light headed as I collapsed and faded to black.

When I opened my eyes again I was in another dream and the God of man was standing before me. I crossed my arms and waited for him to speak, thankfully he can apparently read minds. I was just a little curious as to why he was dressed like a hobo though, and I don't mean homeless individual, I mean a clad in 1920's clothing Hobo. What can I say, the Morlocks got me hooked on old movies.

"I know, charity gig downtown. I like to make kids smile, she smiles especially bright tonight." He winked.

"Who smiles…" I caught on, he was talking about the girl I rescued.

"She's a cute one, can't stop talking' about her hero, wants to know why you're so sad all the time though." He let his look linger.

"Any reason why you interrupted me after all these weeks at the precise moment I was defending myself from crazy mystics?" I asked in a huff.

"Well in a word, yes. Have you ever heard of "The powers that Be"?" I gave him a slanted look and shook my head. "They like myself are a great force of good, and you just broke their champion's ribs. Thankfully it takes more than that to bring him down."

"Okay, so they're good guys?" I rolled my eyes. "And they think I'm a demon, why?" I snapped.

"Because you look like one." He shrugged. "Listen, you don't have to be friends, just don't kill them. ANY of them, especially the one who's ribs you broke." I mocked him as he left me to my thoughts. I hate Gods…

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Cordelia Chase was not in the mood to deal with any more large demons, but Wesley had found a rather large one on the roof after the explosion outside. Of course now that demon was in the main lobby, unconscious for more than an hour after it had placed Cordelia through a door, broken all of Angel's ribs and nearly crushed her two friend's skulls.

"Angel, all I'm saying is that the demon in the MIDDLE OF THE LOBBY might scare costumers away." She was looking for any excuse to get the monster back into the sort-of-secure room that Wes had rigged, no matter how easily it broke through it.

"He stays out here. Last thing we need to do is fight something like that in close quarters. It's too agile." Angel watched the form of the beast move and twitch with an unconscious control.

Wesley then came out from his research corner massaging his temples. "Well it's definitely not a demon..."

"I told you that when you brought him in." Angel said darkly.

"Well, if it's not a demon what is it." Gunn said as he hopped over the large tail.

"Demon Spawn?" Fred suggested as she came from Wes' office.

"No." Angel said.

"Half-Demon?" Cordelia asked.

"No."

"Well, don't tell me it's an alien." Gunn joked as he prodded it with his favorite shotgun. Angel only nodded. "You're jokin' right?" Gunn asked as he casually backed off when Angel said nothing. "Well, now I have seen everything. Where'd it come from?"

"I don't know, but about two hundred years ago a similar species managed to loose on of their kind in our atmosphere, and landed in New Jersey." Angel said.

"Why does everything grody and nasty seem to magnetically be attracted to New Jersey anyway?" Cordelia made a face.

"It took almost twenty lives before someone put a stop to it. I bet you can guess it's name." Angel watched the tail as it twitched.

"Jersey Devil, right?" Gunn asked as he leveled his shotgun. "Well let's get rid of it then."

"Gunn, put the gun down." Wes said as he crept closer. "These markings, they look familiar…" He brought his hand along several scrapings in the beast's exoskeleton. "I think they're Aztec."

"Oh, so he is a demon. Lets kill it." Gunn leveled his shotgun once more and was about to pull the trigger when the beast's tail sprang to life and coiled around his legs. The next thing everyone knew Gunn was hanging upside down and the beast had broken his shotgun. "Man, I am just not havin' a good day!" Gunn moaned.

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No sooner had I woken up then I found myself once again moved, this time into a larger space, and they surrounded me. As I listened to their theories about what I was and where I came from I couldn't help but play the unconscious beast for them. Then the one named Gunn brought his rifle to level with my head, I sprang into action and popped the rifle from his hands and coiled my tail around his legs. I then broke the weapon he had attempted to use.

"Next." I said as I tossed him behind a counter. When no one made a move I simply started to make my way out. Then he stepped forward, the "champion", I know I'm not supposed to kill him, but nothing was ever said about beating. He grabbed his sword and came to the middle in a fighting stance, to him this was some sort of duel. I didn't care as I charged him.

My firs mistake in a long time, he just side stepped me as I slammed into a stone pillar, causing a sickening crack as my shoulder popped. He took this chance to bring his sword down towards my head. I sped my tail in front of it and deflected his blow, while he was off guard I slammed into him sending him through a window. He popped back up seconds afterward, no human could take that beating after several broken ribs. What ever he was he wasn't human.

"Alright, the gloves are off." His face shifted slightly, making him into something inhuman. In my shock I gave him the time he needed to close the distance between us. He then delivered a punch to my chest that sent me flying into a wall. Snapping out of my shock I used the wall to my advantage and used it as a launching pad, rocketing myself into my enemy.

We meet at an equal distance. My claws raked his face as another punch from him sent me back to the wall. Immediately I fled up to the ceiling. There I watched as the claw marks I had made simply vanished as he smirked up at me. I don't like being insulted, I unfurled my tail once more and spread the trident on the end. Now it was my turn to smile.

"What the hell?" the surprised look on Gunn's face was priceless.

"Oh, my."

Angel…"

"What THE HELL, THAT'S NOT FAIR!" Cordelia shouted as she tossed him a sword. She had spunk.

"You ready?" Angel asked, I gave him my nod as we launched ourselves at each other…

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Our little fight had ended in a stalemate with the sharp edge of my tail pressed against his neck and his blade dangerously close to splitting me open. Apparently his friends decided that was a good time to talk and two hours later they were laughing nervously as I told my story. I had heard Angel's, it seems I'm hearing a lot of stories lately. When my story was finished it was time for me to go, they seemed to understand that. We parted and said our goodbyes, who knows they might warrant visiting again. Especially the spunky one.

AN: The uplaoding label on this chapter was "V8"... ironic... not really but kinda funny. In other news... I need a beta reader...