Title: The Next Mission
A/N: Readers rock but Reviewers Rule! Part two in my one night trilogy.
Disclaimer: All the characters that you know belong to Joss Whedon such as Oz, Spike, Connor, ect. ect. The Rest like DJ, Sydney and such belong to me.
Chapter Eight: One Night Pt. 2 (Takes place two hours before chapter seven.)
Hyperion Lobby 7:00…Oz watched Dawn and Spike argue about the name of the group with an amused glint in his eyes.
"What's wrong with the Justice league of Spike?" Spike asked from his chair, a plush black leather recliner.
"Because it's dork-y." Dawn retorted.
"Why not the Justice League of Connor?" Connor interjected as he walked into the room.
Spike, Dawn, and Oz all turned to him, each with an identical raised eyebrow all peering at him questionably.
Connor ducked his head and mumbled an apology.
Drusilla looked up from her tea set and suggested.
"Why not 'Falling ashes bleeding over all the nasty lambs.'" She finished with a bit of a sway.
Spike's eyebrows raised in astonishment, "Uh…Dru…baby that's great an all, but it's just a bit long."
Drusilla pouted for a moment and looked sullen before instantly brightening, "How about Spike's Super friends?" She asked again.
Spike gave her a big grin before turning back to Dawn, "See that's a good name for the group!"
Dawn nodded reluctantly, "Yeah ok it's better, but I'm still not sure. Why can't we be called like the Scoobies LA or something?"
Spike scoffed, "And you said the Justice League of Spike was dork-y. They named themselves after a cartoon dog. Well I'm not bleedin having it, bit."
"What about the Lost boys?" Oz quietly added.
Spike looked over to Oz and then looked down, "Bugger, that one's good too. Oh sod this we'll figure out the bleedin name later." Spike looked up and around the lobby. Connor was cleaning weapons, Drusilla was having a tea party with a reluctant Oz, Dawn was sitting on the couch facing Spike, and Sydney was coming down the stairs.
"So, what's everyone doing to night?" Spike asked casually.
Across town, restaurant…Doc and a man with long brown hair and a pair of glasses were sitting across from each other, quietly eating their meals. Doc put down his fork gently and picked up his napkin to wipe away any remaining food.
"How are operations, Francis?" Doc quietly asked as he put down his napkin.
"Operations are going smoothly…" Francis French accent wafted through the air. "Despite the minor set back the Champion caused and the loss of Sim's."
Doc nodded his head, "Good, good, and the boy?"
"The empath? He was brought in today, negotiations are finally settled with Mr. Ambers." The Frenchman calmly replied.
"He's much more then an empath, Francis. He's special; his people are the MaRah Akei. I saw a MaRah Akei kill a slayer once in hand to hand combat. He was a hitman hired by a demon underboss for the Darreleis, the demon mafia. Do you know how he did that?" Doc asked.
Francis only shook his head no.
"The MaRah Akei can sense and feel premeditative and instinctual movement. Do you know what that means, Francis? They know your fighting style and technique seconds before they meet you; they know if you drop your shoulder, how high you kick and if you punch properly among other things. Now this doesn't make them undefeatable, but it makes them great warriors. Great enough that even without enhanced strength they could beat any demon, slayer, or super being in their way. But this kid is a prophesized one, Francis. He can see so much more then the others. That's why I need you to study him, we need to know his range of abilities and we need to keep him locked up. He is not to fulfill his destiny."
"And what is the Subjects destiny?" Francis said, already looking at the young MaRah Akei as a test subject and no longer a person. Something Liam really liked about him, but it unnerved Doc to know end.
Doc pulled off his glasses and began to wipe them. "We-well it's prophesized that he will save "The daughter of a thousand lives." We haven't exactly figure out who this daughter is, but her existence will lead to a possible downfall of Liam and….him. Which is why we must keep him under lock and key. Is that understood?"
"Why not just kill him?" Francis mused. "I could dissect him afterwards. Prophecy no longer fulfilled."
"Yes, we could. Except Liam wants him alive, he could be very valuable alive. As long as we keep him under lock and key, every thing will work out for us."
"Anything else?" The Frenchman asked.
"Yes, please kill Jack. He's no longer needed."
Back at the Hyperion…Sydney smiled at her father, "Me and Dawn are taking Mom to a magic show."
Spike nodded, understanding that it was more like Sydney trying to help Dawn feel normal again, the fact that Dru liked magic was just a bonus.
Spike turned to look at Oz. "And you? What's on your plate tonight, Wolf boy."
"New band wants me to play with them tonight. All of them are werewolves, they call themselves The Fullmoons. I'm practicing with them tonight in front of their manager and a few friends at club."
Spike nodded, "Sounds fun."
"What are you two doing tonight?" Dawn asked.
A quick glance between Connor and Spike didn't go unnoticed by the girls and Oz.
"Patrolling." They said in unison.
Drusilla rose quickly and dramatically from her chair and clapped her hands together. "Murder, fire, and screaming! So much fun to be had!"
Across town, Outside of the Restaurant…Francis was walking out of the restaurant; he stopped and took in a big breath of fresh air. He slowly walked to his car, deliberately taking in the unusually quiet atmosphere. Just because he worked for the devil and experimented on people doesn't mean Francis doesn't like to take the time and enjoy life. Francis finally arrived at his car, but before entering and he looked up, and for the first time in a while, he wished he could see the stars.
"Francis Sape?" A voice called behind him.
Francis turned around, but before he could register a face he found a cattle prod jammed in his side. The last thing Francis could remember before going unconscious was how pretty the stars were.
Andrew stood above him with the cattle prod in his hand. A grim look of determination plastered on his shadowed face.
"And now, the adventure begins." He said quietly.
30 minutes later, the screaming eagle club...
Oz walked into the screaming eagle with his guitar case in hand. He observed the smoky club with what appeared to be mild interest. But on the inside he's jumping with joy, it's first time he's played with a band since the Dingoes.
He then spotted Katie, the blond bubbly bassist and lead singer for The Fullmoons. She came bouncing up to Oz.
"Hi Oz!" She said quickly before giving him a hug. She released him almost as fast as she embraced him. "I'm so glad you decided to come! We've been dieing to have a new guitarist."
Oz gave the girl a genuine smile; she seemed so much like Willow, but less shy.
"Well come on! Meet the rest of the guys." She said and started bouncing ahead of him.
Oz shook his head with amusement and followed her to the group of people.
He finally reached the group of people and Katie began her introductions.
"This" She pointed to a young man with strawberry blonde hair and casual clothing. "That's Derek, he's my brother and the drummer. That's" She pointed to a woman about 35, she had long white hair with black tips and silver eyes. "Shirley, she's our manager and older sister. And that's" She finally pointed to a slightly heavy set man behind the bar, who at the time was cleaning shot glasses. "That's John, Shirley boyfriend. He owns the place."
Oz nodded to every and gave them a quiet "hey".
"Ready to play?" Katie asked with a beaming smile.
Oz couldn't help but return it. "Sure."
25 minutes of practicing later…
Oz laid his guitar down, a satisfied feeling warming his soul. Too long has his life been traveling, and trying to find himself. He realized that when Spike found him and brought him into his world, that fighting the bad guys, saving the lost souls, he missed it. He thought once it was something he did to help Willow, to make sure he stayed apart of her life. But every since that girl in aspen, Oz has been feeling a new joy from his work. A purpose has found him, now with a new band he feels closer to being complete then he has in a long time.
"Ok guys! Lets take a small break and then we'll get back to practicing." She turned and looked at Oz. "You did great! You're a shoe in." She said as she walked towards him. She looked like she was going to say more, but then the front door of the club busted open. Two big bulky men wearing matching suits and sunglasses came in, with a smaller man following behind. The man had long black hair tied into a ponytail, and an aura of power surrounding him.
Oz took a big whiff and smelled it instantly. They were also werewolves.
Warehouse, across town…The first thing Francis Sape noticed when he opened his eyes were that his vision was very blurry. The second thing he noticed was that he was bound and gagged.
Francis felt cold metal wiring that he knew to be his glasses slide across his temples. As soon as his vision cleared he looked up to see his own face looking at him.
"It's really an interesting spell. Just a drab of your blood on this pendent, I look just like you. A glamour that can't be detected. Now tell me what I need to know, and I won't kill you." He said calmly and slightly cheerful.
Francis was still to stunned to respond, confused on how he was on the top of the world not but a second ago, now he's bound and gagged.
Andrew pulls out and gun and points it at Francis's head. The gun wobbled a bit as Andrew's hand shook, but he keep his gaze steady.
"Will you tell me what I want to know? Or will you die? If you tell me, then by the end of this night, I'll let you go. No harm no foul." He cocked the gun. "Will you tell me what I need to know?"
Francis nodded calmly a nervous and scared glint in his eyes.
Andrew in Francis form gave a sigh. "Good, now lets start with the access codes…"
Back at the screaming eagle…Oz watched the newcomer warily, as he swaggered into the club.
The man had a smug arrogance in his step as if he was better then every one in the room.
The man looked at Katie and gave her a smile, a smile that one would assume to be pleasant but there was darkness behind, viciousness swarming his eyes.
"Hello, Katie." He pronounced his words perfectly with no hint of an accent, as if he forced himself to leave one behind.
Oz saw Katie flinch when the man said her name, Oz instantly knew. He wasn't a good man and they were afraid to fight back.
"Mideon why don't you just leave!" Shirley barked furiously. "Just leave us alone!"
Mideon turned to her sharply. "You dare speak to me that way, Shirley? Do know what I can do to you?" His voice menacing, his glare wild. "Maybe I should show you." He nodded his head towards and Shirley and Mideon's two bodyguards went strait for Shirley. John was scrambling to get over the bar and to his girlfriend in time, but it was too late. The guards were in front of her already halfway through the transformation about to strike. When Oz blind sided them and tackled them down to the ground.
Oz was half way through his transformation, his purple hair now jet-black along with his eyes. His face took on more wolf like features and his fingers seemed more like claws. One of the guards got up but only received a swift kick to the inside of his knee and a well placed spinning backhand forced sent him down once again.
"Who the hell are you to defy me!" Mideon raged at Oz.
Oz was puzzled at Mideon's choice of words. 'Defy him? I don't even know him.' Oz thought. Before Oz could retort, Mideon was leaping at him. Oz ducked and rolled under Mideon's leaping form. Oz jumped up and slammed his fist into the back of Mideon's head, as Mideon's dove forward but Oz grabbed his ponytail and pulled it back. With Mideon's neck exposed Oz's instinct took over and he drove his claws into Mideon's throat.
The guards finally got up and one was about to help their leader when the other grabbed his arm. The first guard just looked back at his peer.
"It's the law. We don't interfere." The guard said gruffly.
The other guard just nodded his head and watched the fight.
Mideon finally escaped Oz's grasp and tried to retaliate with a punch, but after months of training with Spike, Oz was quicker and blocked the punch. Oz returned the attempted punch with a quick kick to Mideon's abdomen and then an undercut, knocking Mideon back about five feet.
As Mideon laid on the ground he began to reassess his situation. If he was going to win, he'd have to do it from a distance.
Oz turned to Shirley who now had her boyfriend wrapping around her. "Are you alright?" He asked her.
"Yeah I'm fine, Oz. But I don't think you understand what you've done."
"What do you mean?" Oz asked, his faced taking on a puzzled look.
Before Shirley could reply Oz heard Katie yell "Oz look out!" Followed by the cocking of a gun. Before any one knew what was happening Oz turned around quickly and flung something out of his hand.
Mideon had a look of utter shock as he held a trembling gun towards Oz. The gun dropped out of his hand and he brought the hand to his chest, where a dagger made out of silver was lodged into his heart.
Katie looked at Oz with wide eyes. "Oz do you realized what you've done?"
Oz looked up to Katie. "Apparently not."
Katie looked back down at the still form of Mideon. "You've just killed Mideon. He's the L.A. King. King and leader of all the werewolves."
The Two guards and growled deep in their throats to the get the rooms attention and they then bowed and lowered themselves onto one knee. "And by the law, he who kills the King will be the King."
Oz's eyes widened at the guards statement.
"Oh shit."
TBC….
Jenny Girl: Happy Birthday!Jax: Glad that you still enjoy the story.
Hieiko: Always knew you were a smart bird. No Secrets just this once. DJ is going to hook up with Sydney.
Squirly: Thank you for words and so much more.
Night Essence: I'm glad you like the story. And thanks for the suggestions on the names. As you see I'm using them and crediting you.
