The New Blood To Be Shed

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from or referring to Angel or Final Fantasy VIII they are both licensed and not mine. I own nothing except the crap that I make up, hooray for me….

Ch.5

After two hours of arguing, talking, and somewhat a good amount of explaining, Squall found himself in a sudden understanding of what was happening.

'So we went through a portal between dimensions,' he thought, 'There's an experience of a lifetime.'

Irvine, Selphie, and Zell all got their wounds dressed better and finally got their clothes back. They came back from the nearby bathrooms where they went to change, all of them clearly happy to be in their own comfortable clothes.

Selphie bounced up a couple of times, "I feel A LOT better!"

"I have to admit, I do too, being in my own clothes and all…" Irvine said as he perched his hat on his head as he usually did.

"So how long do I have to keep this thing on?" Zell asked Fred, who was putting a sling on his injured arm.

"Until you heal, which I presume shouldn't take too long?" the young scientist replied as she put it over Zell's head.

"Probably a couple of days, max," he replied, "Thanks."

"Your welcome."

Meanwhile, Squall was sitting at the table he was once lying on, 'Well that's great that we're all understood, but how do we get back? We have to get back to deliver….'

"Seifer!" he said in realization.

Everyone turned in his direction.

"What about Seifer?" Zell asked, his tone grave.

"Wait a minute, who's Seifer?" Spike asked while he leaned against the wall closest to the stairs of the place.

"He was….a prisoner of ours while we were on the ship. He was still on it when it crashed.." Squall trailed.

"Do you think he survived?" Selphie asked.

"We all did, I don't think he wouldn't have," Squall answered and then turned to Spike, "Did you guys find anyone else at the crash? Other than us?"

"No," Spike replied easily, "You four were the only ones."

Squall gulped, "Did you find a corpse of any sort?"

Again, Spike shook his head, "No, we only found you guys, nobody else."

Irvine sighed, "Great. So now he's on the loose."

"What's so bad about him being loose?" Fred asked.

"Cause the guys' a murderer," Zell explained with fury, "He cost the lives of millions in a new war that he created. The one we had to end."

"It's not as critical as that Zell," Squall intervened, trying to somewhat defend their used to be prisoner, "Seifer was a…he was controlled by a future sorceress in our dimension during the last war. She took control of him…used him up….made him do things he wouldn't normally do. Together, he and her….Ultimecia, they controlled an entire army to burn down villages, take over cities. Soon we ended it, and we had to take him prisoner…..He was to be executed for his crimes."

"Sounds a bit much for something that wasn't his fault huh?" Spike put in, "No trial involved?"

Squall shook his head, "Not a fair one at least. Too many people hate him and want to see him dead."

"Yeah, but he deserves it," Zell cut in, not being able to put in his two cents wasn't good enough for him, "That bastard killed so many-"

"Zell that's enough!" Squall shut him up easily and went back to the topic at hand, "Seifer's bound to have gone somewhere near the crash site. Is there any city or town near where we crashed?"

Spike scoffed, "Yeah, there's a city alright.."

Fred sighed, "Los Angeles."

Seifer let out a low belch of satisfaction. He had just eaten the best meal he had in three weeks and now he was full and content. The manager of the hotel had immediately brought the food up that he ordered and he ate it within twenty minutes easily.

The young ex-Knight got up from the sofa chair he was sitting in and walked out to the balcony to look out at this new city he was at. It was bathed in light and squirming with cars, pedestrians, and buildings. He couldn't believe it as he went back inside.

He went over to the bed and looked at his gunblade, it hadn't been kept very well since he was on the run for so long.

'I think it's time for a polish,' he thought with a grin and called the manager to get some sharpening tools and polish for his precious Hyperion.

"Los Angeles?" Squall asked, "Where's that?"

Spike sighed, "Where we are, and it spreads out for a good amount of land, if you know what I mean. It'd be near impossible to find your guy."

"Well, we could run a search," Fred informed the vampire, "He would want to find him if he's as dangerous as he's said him to be."

"Yeah," the blond retorted, "But it'd be like trying to find a needle in a haystack, how the hell are we to find him?"

"Well," Fred started as she turned back to Squall, "Does he have any identifying marks? Tattoos, birthmarks…scars?"

"Scars!" Squall said suddenly, "Yeah he's got one, just like mine, but reverse."

"That's good, then it'll be easier to find him," the young scientist said as she went to her phone, "I'll tell Angel."

"Who's Angel?" Selphie asked.

"The guy that owns this place," Spike told her, "And the maker of my sire."

"Uh…what's a sire?" Zell asked, "Some kind of fruit?"

"What are you dense?!" Spike said, thoroughly irritated, "Do you know nothing about vampires?"

"Vampires?" Squall asked, "They exist in this dimension?"

"You're looking at one," the blond replied easily, "Angel made the girl who in turn made me a vampire."

"So he's like your grandpa?" Selphie asked.

A look of confusion crossed Spike's features, "Yeah I guess…never thought it like that…"

"So that's why your face changed," Squall said, "And why I presume, this Angel guy isn't dead after I attacked him."

"You'd be right," Spike said as he shoved off of the wall he was leaning on, "You put a good hole in him with that weapon of yours, but it healed all right."

"My gunblade!" the commander said in realixation as he felt the blank spot at his side where the weapon used to be, "Where is it?"

"If you're talkin' about that gun sword thing, it's in a safe spot for now. You see, we can't let you have it just yet," Spike told him.

"And why not?" Squall asked, thoroughly annoyed at the loss of his precious weapon.

"Well because I just don't trust you. You tried to kill me three times already, I'm not givin' you a chance for a fourth."

"Um, can we get OUR weapons?" Zell asked.

"Probably not," Spike shrugged, "I don't even know where they are, you'll have to ask Fred on that one."

"So you're really a vampire?" Irvine asked skeptically, changing the topic, "How do we know that you're not one of those freaks that hang around in gothic shops and drink blood just for the hell of it?"

Spike smirked, "Alright, I'll show you."

And with that, he vamped out like he had done so many times before and ran up to Irvine. He clutched his throat in his right hand and effortlessly lifted him up, off of the ground. Irvine grabbed at his hands and made a few choking noises.

"L-lemme go!" he protested.

"Alright," Spike said plainly as he released the cowboy and he clattered to the ground, Selphie coming to his aid, "Now do you doubt it?"

Irvine coughed a couple of times and shook his head.

"Good," the blond vampire said as he turned to Fred, "You call Angel yet?"

"Yeah, he says he'll come down in a few minutes," the young scientist replied, "And don't ever do what you did just now again to them Spike. They don't deserve it."

"Well, when they piss me off they do."

"Don't you have something else to do?"

"Not really, but if you have a blood pack, I'd appreciate it."

Fred just shook her head as she went to a nearby refrigerator and produced an oddly sized plastic bag with blood inside. She tossed it over to Spike, who sank his fangs in and drank it dry.

Squall and the others just watched in silent horror at the whole event.

Wesley walked into Angel's office with the odd weapon that the brown haired teenager from another dimension had stabbed the older vampire with in his hands. Excited, as if he had just found out something.

"Angel!" he said as he laid down the weapon on the vampire's desk.

"What is it Wes?"

"I've found out what this is," the researcher said as he took out one of the books that he had found the precious information in, "Here, it talks of an ancient prophecy of a sorcerer awakening and his knight serving him with this type of sword. "

Angel looked at him, "And?"

"It's called a gunblade."

"They must've only existed in the other dimension," the vampire said, testing the weight of the weapon in his hands, "This could do a lot of damage."

"Yes," Wesley said but restarted on the prophecy, "but according to this book, this prophecy happens here."

Angel looked at him curiously, "So…?"

"So maybe those kids coming through that inter-dimensional pathway, wasn't an accident."

"And maybe one of them is going to fulfill this prophecy as this sorcerer's 'knight.'"

"It's quite possible."

"What else does the prophecy say?"

Wesley looked down at the ancient text, "Uh, it speaks of death and destruction for all and everything if the specified, 'anointed ones' don't kill them both and stop the threat of them taking over."

"Out of all the Apocalypses….." Angel trailed irritated.

"But there is a bit of a problem on about when it's to occur though…" Wesley stated a bit detached.

"What?"

"Well, if I'm reading this right, and I'd like to think that I am, it's suppose to happen in two days."

"Great…"

(Author's Note) Okay! The stage is set and so is the date for the Apocalypse! Hooray! But this time, there is gonna be one heckuva twist at the end, er middle, er, slight beginning. Whatever! Hope ya liked it! Please Review!!!! Oh, and can anyone guess where I got Wesley's last line from?? Can ya? Can ya? Try! I dare you!!!