Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in Angel The Series or Buffy The Vampire Slayer. I do, however, own Kashatan, Viral, Damian, Saphiris and Dusk Genesis. Jazzy owns Kitt Bentley, Livia, Chikara Winters and Cherry Winabeg. Siren demons and any other demons mentioned are mine unless they have appeared in the show.
b Take Me Home /b
Part Two
Kashatan watched in dismay as Kitt and Illyria battled each other out in the training rooms in the basement of Wolfram&Hart. They were a new addition to accommodate exactly this behaviour. There had been rooms made as well for the two of them, Spike and Livia. Angel stayed in his penthouse suite that he had been giving last year but the others had no where to go. Livia had sworn that she would leave 'this rotten cellar' as soon as she could. She disliked living next door to Spike because she felt he was a slob and his being up most of the night was terribly distracting. After she had made that comment Spike tried to be more annoying at night until Livia threw him against the wall.
Kashatan had left Angel's office because she felt she'd rather eat her own arm than listen to a vampire with a soul discuss business with a vampire that was a wimp. She wanted to go back to Italy where they had planned on going before to visit her childer and see what they had made of themselves.
"Wanna get your ass kicked?" she heard Spike behind her. She snorted.
"A vampire with a soul is like a rottweiler without teeth. I don't believe you could do me more harm than a fish could a cat," she said not taking her eyes off the other two.
"I hate metaphors," Spike informed her.
"So do I. I just felt that they'd be rather amusing in this situation." Spike rolled his eyes. This stupid female vampire thought that she was all that, even though he was sure that she wasn't much of a challenge. He'd fought more imposing vampires in his time.
"You still wanna get your ass kicked then?" he asked in his British accent. Kashatan shrugged.
"Sure, whatever," she said and got up. Kitt and Illyria stopped fighting and looked over to them. Although the glass was double thick and kept sound out, to the vampire and half-old one it was possible to hear what was going on outside.
Kashatan re-tied her hair and pulled over her black hoodie revealing a tight black t-shirt with a picture of a blood-stained knife on the front. It was ripped and had even had a few 'real' blood splatters on it.
"That's a classy shirt you've got there, love," Spike said and cracked his neck. He had taken off his duster before they're entered the room.
"I've always enjoyed soaking it in blood. Let's see if I can squeeze some out of you," she mocked him with a smirk.
"Give it a go."
"These are our offices. Angel said you'd be fine with living in the basement," Livia said as the three of them entered the building.
"Miss Livia, there are some files on your desk," the receptionist said as they walked by. "And Angel says he wants to see you in his office, Mister McDonald."
"Need any more of my help?" Lindsey asked and Chikara looked at him like he was an idiot. What would she need some lousy man to help her with? "I'll take that as a no. I'll see you two later then," he finished and left.
"I don't like him," Chikara said sternly.
"No one really does. But it seems he has some kind of purpose, so we just have to accept that fact that he's here," Livia said and walked off. "This way."
"I'll kill him if he takes one wrong step."
"That's what everyone says."
"You called?" Lindsey asked when entering Angel's office. "Oh. I didn't know you had visitors."
"Good day," Viral said with a short smile. He tried best not to judge people, that was Kashatan's job. Viral was a good vampire and he wanted to stay that way.
"Viral, this is Lindsey McDonald. Lindsey, Viral."
"I'm judging from the black trench coat and single word name you're a vampire," Lindsey said coming closer. Viral nodded. "With a soul? It seems to be going around a lot."
"No soul. Viral's good-natured at heart," Angel explained. "He's been around quite some time. 900 years, right?"
"832," Viral said with a small blush crossing his face. He knew it was unmanly, but he was quite embarrassed at times being the oldest vampire out there. "It's not a big deal."
"Sure. If you say so. What did you want, Angel?"
"Did you bring them back safely?"
"There was just one and I think she wants to kill me," he explained. "Not that you care much if she does."
"No. She can if she really feels the need to. Apparently there are two more coming down and I have no idea why Willow and Giles would want to send a whole posse of slayers down here, but since you want something to do, you're in charge of handling them. Anything they want you give them, understood?"
"Yeah, sure whatever. Two more, you say?"
"Slayers?" Viral said looking a bit on edge. He was a good vampire, but having Kashatan as his cellmate, he was quite the target. Also being an old vampire, they didn't enjoy having him around very much.
"And make sure they don't kill Viral or that blonde vampire."
"Blonde? Spike? Are you sure?"
"They can kill Spike for all I care, but… Go away, Lindsey," Angel growled and the young man shrugged and left the room. "Where were we?"
"The Damian case. You were saying he…"
Trista Winabeg and Michelle Genesis more often referred to as Cherry and Dusk sat on the ledge of one of the highest towers of the Slayer Academy and stared at the setting sun.
"I wonder why they sent Chikara separately," Cherry asked. Cherry wasn't much of talker but she got along well enough with her two best friends Chikara and Dusk.
"Maybe because she doesn't have a watcher," Dusk suggested. The two of them did.
Cherry's watcher was a stately young man named David Cross, who for his age was quite a remarkable watcher and understood Cherry.
Dusk's watcher was the youngest ever-appointed. Dawn Summers was the sister of one of the most famous slayers, Buffy Summers, and had spent most of her life with the knowledge of vampires and knew a good deal about demons and anything of the sort.
"Are David and Dawn coming with?" Cherry asked thinking about the watchers.
"That's for them to know and us to find out. I wonder what's so great in Los Angeles that we have to go down. I mean if it's such a big deal they could send Buffy or Faith down."
"Apparently they're not sending Buffy because they guy we're going to be working under is like her ex-boyfriend. Faith's also had some unpleasant encounters with him."
"I heard he's a vampire," Dusk said. Cherry shivered. She had her share of vampire dusting but the thought of someone actually feeling the need to like one, it was… absurd. "Maybe we can find you a boyfriend in LA."
"Oh, please. Everyone in LA is an ass."
Spike grinned widely as he leaned over Kashatan. She felt somewhat degraded by the fact of being beaten by this idiot. He was sitting on her and holding her hands to the floor. She could have moved her arms but his body was holding her down with an immense force.
"Beat ya," he said with a smirk.
"I would have to, if you weren't using your fat ass as a weapon," she said. Spike looked back. His grip was loose and the two of them knew it. With his attention on his own ass she could have easily kicked him off, but somehow she didn't want to.
"Aww, admit it. You like my ass," Spike said turning back. "It's a sexy ass."
"I'd like to see your ass kicked."
"Or spanked, huh?" Outside Kitt rolled his eyes. If they were so attracted to each other, they should just piss off and get on with it.
"Other people want to train as well, you know," he moaned.
"Just a moment, kid. This little lady needs a lesson taught." Kashatan sighed. She was having enough of this and kicked him off.
"You're an ass."
"And a sexy one too," Spike yelled as she stormed out. She stopped seeing Chikara and Livia come down the stairs.
"Mi soreli?" Kashatan said questioningly and looked at the young girl.
"Scuse me?" Livia looked at her and then at Chikara. She understood her share of Italian but the word 'sister' didn't really fit here.
"Tani?" Chikara was confused. She hadn't expected to see Kashatan ever again, but then again the root of all evil did house many mysteries.
"Uh… yeah," Livia said noticing she wasn't necessary anymore. She gave a key to Chikara. "Your room is down there." With that she turned and left back up the stairs.
"I wouldn't think of seeing you here, Chika," Kashatan said with a smirk.
"I was hoping we might get to meet somewhere else, a sunlit field down in Manchester, you know?"
"Or a dark dungeon with skeletons up in Russia." The two young women walked over to each other and hugged. "Gotta be careful, already been degraded once today." They parted.
"You got your ass kicked? I think I'll have to congratulate someone. Where's my room then?"
"I feel so special now, you know," Lindsey told the receptionist. "I mean, I used to be really important here. You wouldn't know, you weren't here when we were still evil, but I had a bit thing going. And now that Angel, that ass, is the CEO of my offices, I get to look after children. Technically, they're not children, they're teenage girls with superpowers. And…"
"Mister McDonald…," the receptionist interrupted. Lindsey stopped talking and turned to her.
"Yeah?" She pointed towards Angel's office where Angel looked over at him angrily. Lindsey sighed and joined him and Viral in the office. "Yes?" he asked bored, tired and annoyed.
"Viral says he'll join you in picking er…" Angel looked down at the mess of papers on his desk. "Winabeg and Genesis at the docks."
"What kind of names are those? Vampires, again?" Angel sighed and waved his hand to make him leave. Viral turned and tugged Lindsey out of the office with him.
"They're surnames, Lindsey. So? Tell me about yourself."
Chikara glared at Spike who looked back at her, confused. Kashatan, Kitt and Illyria looked back and forth hoping for more reacting that Chikara's 'You!' outburst when first meeting the bleach-blonde vampire. However, nothing happened and Kitt decided to put an end to it.
"Um, Chikara? Do you have any issues with Spike?"
"I hate him," the slayer growled. "And if I had a stake with me, he'd have been dust the moment I caught sight of that disgusting mop of hair on his head."
"Everyone's so nice to me," Spike said with a mock-sniff. "Listen, missy, I have no idea what you're talking about and my hair is very classy you know. Rock stars have stolen it."
"You're in denial , you rat of a vampire."
"I'm a rat? You're the one who's buddying up with a vampire without a soul. I'm the good one here," he tried to defend himself. "Geez, sometimes I don't know why I even put up with you people."
"It is because you do not feel confident enough in yourself to leave us," Illyria explained. "The Wolf, Ram and Hart are the only connection to the real world you feel."
"That's not…" Spike stopped when Chikara's hand suddenly met with his throat and she tightened her grip.
"I'll let you go this time, William. Next time you mess up, I'll kill," she growled.
To be continued…
