Perfect Imbalance 2: The Mystery of the Immortal

Disclaimer: Okay, I own nothing of or relating to "Angel" or Oscar Wilde's novels (because of brief mentioning) so be nice and don't steal whatever is original in the story that's mine (and don't act stupid, because you know what it is)

Blood Cresant- Welp, to quote from Secret Window. "I don't respond well to intimidation, makes me feel icky." But don't worry, I'm a BIG Spike fan and I would never hurt him…..much.

Krisian Rose- WHY DOES EVERYONE MISTRUST ISAN?!?!? He's harmless.……or is he? Anyways, I would think you popping into the story to save the day would screw up the plot line, but hey, we can dream can't we?

Hiei-Rulez- (I got it right this time now!!) You're not the only one to request a Lindsey appearance, so now I've been considering it. But I dunno if it would fit right or not….Anywho, I like your long reviews, gives me some good reading material…other than The Tale of The Body Thief!

A. Lynne- I did promise you and you shall receive in this chapter definitely!

Imzadi- Actually, I've never seen Monty Python, but I heard they're really funny. And you'll soon find out about Isan, I promise!! And yeah, I figured a Honda would be fitting, still deliberating the Lindsey idea, and Sair just loves to kick things in general, the door was no exemption from this rule in my world.

Author's note: Okay, this chapters' got some Spike in it so all you Spike fans won't be angry with me and it also has..……(drum roll) MORE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS!! Hooray for that huh? Anyways, don't be confused when you read this and enjoi. NOW GO READ DAMMIT!!

Ch.3

Spike groggily awoke to the sound of voices. He was vaguely aware of what was going on and had a splitting headache. He tried to move his arms or legs and was surprised when he found that he couldn't.

The blond vampire ignored the voices that were speaking outside of the pitch black room he was in and looked to his limbs. Sure enough, he was bound by multiple chains. His wrists were so tightly pressed against each other it was painful, and he couldn't even wiggle his feet.

Spike tried to sit up from the cold concrete ground he was on, but he only succeeded in fueling his headache more. His mouth felt dry and he found that he had been gagged with some kind of cotton material; it made him want to wretch.

'Where the hell am I?' he thought as he looked around. He could find nothing in the bare room that could possibly answer his question. Instead, Spike concentrated on the people talking outside of the door to his prison.

"I just don't see the point in it Lien," one voice said, this one sounded a bit Cockney from the accent.

"In what?" another voice said and Spike immediately labeled it as the blurry person that attacked him in his office.

"In keeping 'im 'ere," the other replied, "We be be'er off if we just tortured 'im till 'e tell us what we wan' to know."

"I understand you perfectly-"

"Oh good."

"-But I will not participate in such action. We're not animals Cise, we're above that."

"Well maybe if you got the righ' person in the firs' place, we wouldn' have to keep 'im."

"I'm sorry, I made a screw-up alright? But we still need to get the information out of this guy now alright?"

"Then wha' do you suggest?"

A moment of silence spread out through the air.

'What do they want from me?' Spike thought, 'What the hell do I know that they don't?'

"We'll try the subtle approach, it always works. Especially with his kind."

"….can't argue wi' that….."

"I know you can't, so now go get him."

"What?"

"He's awake, didn't you know?"

Spike froze for a moment, how did they know that?

"Huh, guess I wa'n't payin' attention."

And with that, the door to the room Spike was in opened.

At first the light stung his eyes, so the blond vampire had to wince before he could see anything. Then his vision cleared enough for him to see.

There was one guy on the right of the doorway that had black hair cut short and long bangs that fell mischievously in front of his eyes to form a U-shape on his brow. He was slightly tanned and had a clear, almost teenage complexion. He looked no older than twenty-five, tops. He wore a pair of dark blue denim, a little ill-fitting pants, a white tank top underneath an open overshirt that was red with a black dragon on the back, and a pair of black skater looking shoes that was lined with red on the bottom.

The other was black and well built. He also looked no older than twenty two and looked very young in the face. He had black hair and a bit of a stubble on his chin. He wore a blue closed overshirt, baggy blue jeans, and a pair of brown boots that looked like hiking boots, but with the laces loosened significantly.

"So, he is awake…" the black one said, revealing that he was the one with the Cockney accent, presumably Cise.

"I told you," the Irish accented one said, the one in the red and black, presumably Lien.

Spike just stared at them, ready for an onslaught or some type of pain to be inflicted on him.

He tensed when Cise walked into the room and bent down to come eye level with the blond vampire, but was surprised more than ever when he pulled a pair of keys out of his pocket and put one of them into one of the locks to the chains.

When Cise was done with the task of undoing the vampires restraints, he helped him to his feet.

"What's your name?" he asked him.

The blond vampire hesitated for a moment before answering finally, "….Spike."

"Alrigh' Spike, my names' Cise, as you might already know," he pointed backwards to the Irish accented one in the doorway, "My associate 'ere is Lien. If you follo' me, I can explain everythin' and get you something to eat too."

Spike didn't know what to think of this. He had never been in this situation before, where his kidnappers actually were being nice to him. Still in a state of confusion and thinking that a good feed could help out his thinking process, the blond vampire managed a nod in compliance.

"Perfec' follo me," Cise said as he turned and headed down the hall that lie past the door to the pitch dark room.

Spike walked after him, still weary and sore from the chains, and Lien followed behind him. As they went through the numerous halls, the blond vampire's head spinning with questions, but one stood out more than the others.

Just what the hell was going on?

Angel stormed into the main level of Wolfram & Hart, "Harmony! Give me the list of visitors!"

"What?" the dim-witted secretary looked up from her doodles.

"The list of visitors for today, give them to me!" the older vampire said as he approached her desk.

"But-"

"Now!"

"Okay! Geez…" and with that, she fumbled through her things until she retrieved it and gave it to the CEO.

The older vampire flipped through the list, a look of helplessness crossed his features for a minute, "This won't work. I had meetings with all of these people today and saw them personally out, there's now way that they could've taken Spike."

"Someone took Spike?" the secretary asked.

"Then the person who took him didn't sign in," Sair put simply, her mind working quick, she ignored the ditzy vampire's question.

"Who took him?" Harmony asked.

"Then we'll just have to go to the security tape archives," Angel said still ignoring the outside questions, "And look through today's tapes."

"How did they get out of here?" the vampire at the desk asked.

"Where can we do that?" Sair asked quickly.

"In the lab, Fred should be able to pull them up," the older vampire confirmed.

"I mean, it's not that easy to get out of here-"

"Harmony!" both Sair and Angel yelled as they turned to the babbling girl.

"What?" she asked.

"Shut up," Angel said as he gave back the list of names and turned in the direction of the lab, "This way."

Sair followed quickly after him as they descended the stairs to find the young scientist hard at work on something on her computer.

"Fred," Angel said, summoning her attention.

"Angel!" she said as she turned, "What is it?"

'"I need you to pull up the security tapes for today."

"Why?"

"I'll explain later."

Fred wasted no further breath in asking questions and called for the tapes to be routed to the television inside the lab.

As if in response to her silent command, the screen on the table at the far end of the room flickered to life with the tilted images of the visitors for the day.

Angel walked over in front of the screen, studying each passing figure closely, "I know him….know him…..know him…"

Sair just watched for anyone suspicious looking, which was hard for most of the demons or things that visited the infamous law firm were never to be trusted.

"Wait!" came Angel's sudden finding as he pressed the button on the remote to pause the image, making it freeze.

Sair looked, "Can you zoom in on it?"

"I think so…" Angel hit another button and the image came closer, making it easier to depict the details of the singled out person.

It was a boy, no older than twenty something, that had short black hair with long bangs that fell over his eyes. He was wearing a red overshirt with a black dragon stenciled on the back that was buttoned up, some ill fitting dark blue jeans, and a pair of black shoes.

"You've never seen him before?" Sair asked the older vampire who was studying the image.

He shook his head, "No never…..Fred!"

The scientist came up inbetween the two, "What is it Angel?"

"Can you run an image search on this guy?" the older vampire asked as he pointed to the person he was talking about on the screen.

Fred nodded, "Yeah, I think I could, but why?"

"We think this guy may have taken Spike."

"What? Somebody kidnapped Spike? Who?"

"That's what we're trying to find out," Angel said, "Now can you do this for me?"

"Absolutely, I'll get right on it," and with that, the scientist went back to her computer and began to furiously type on her keyboard. Dozens of images began popping up from all kinds of records, all being related to the one that she took from the security video.

"It'll take awhile but…" she trailed.

"That's fine," Angel said, "Just give me a call when you get something okay?"

"Will do."

"Thanks," the older vampire turned to Sair, "All we can do now is wait. Do you have someplace to stay?"

Sair shook her head, "I was gonna stay with Spike when I got here."

"That's okay, you can stay in one of the rooms here," Angel said as he led her back up the stairs and into the main level, "I'll call you if we get any leads, but until then, I want you to get some sleep, okay?"

Sair nodded, "Okay."

She looked around to the elevator, where she had dropped her bag and started to run for Spike's office earlier, but found the spot empty save for her duffel bag next to the doors.

"Oh crap! Isan!" she said aloud, smacking herself on the forehead.

"Who?" Angel asked.

"The guy I came in with," the young immortal explained, "He drove me here from the airport, but I was so worried about Spike that I totally forgot about him. I didn't even thank him."

"Oh that's okay!" Harmony once again butted in as she stood up and held out a piece of paper, "He left you a message before he took off."

Sair walked over and took the paper from the ditzy vampire and opened it.

It read:

'Hey Sair, I figured you were busy so I just left. Sorry, about not telling you, but I'll see you soon alright?

-Isan'

Sair reread the note once and then put it in her pocket, and grabbed her duffel bag. Angel led her to the room she had resided in on her previous visit to the law firm, and she lied on the bed as soon as he left. She could not sleep though, because her mind was full of worry about Spike.

Author's note: OH MY GOD!!! For once this chapter isn't a cliffy!!!! I'M SCARED!!! Anywho, hope those of you readers liked it, I spent awhile on this one, but I liked how it turned out. And spike is their. How do you people's like my Cockney accented dude? I mixed up Skinner from The League Of Extraordinary Gentlemen, with eight bottles of scotch and a whole lot of sleeplessness. Anywho, why are you all so frickin suspicious of Isan?!?!?! He's harmless!!!………….or is he? MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Please review! AND I'M OFF!!!!!!