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 Three
"Well, some things just don't work out the way they're supposed to," Lindsey told Viral. "If someone tells you two teenage girls will be here, precisely at 8:30, they're not going to be."
"Whenever I had something to do with girls, they were always on time," Viral said.
"Musta been a long time ago, buddy. Girls nowadays let you wait for as long as possible, especially ratty teenagers."
"Is it them?" Cherry asked. Her and Dusk were standing on deck of the Caballeré watching Viral and Lindsey skim the passengers. They hadn't noticed the two girls yet and the girls were making sure that they would have to wait a while.
"It must be. With the whole dark and handsome look. You know Buffy only goes out with those kinda guys, I mean The Immortal and that new whatshisname guy," Dusk told her. "It's the same with all the Summers women. I mean Dawn has got this thing going on with Dustin, you wouldn't believe. Oh, I never told you that."
"Got it. I like the guy with the coat."
"Must be a slayer thing then. I like the other guy. He looks bad, if you know what I mean," Dusk said with a grin. "He has a bit of a rocker look to him."
"The other guy looks nice, calm, steady."
"He looks kinda lame… old-fashioned if you ask me. Tell him he should get a goatie."
"Eww! No." The two girls watched Lindsey walked around in circles throwing his arms in the air. "Let's go down now."
Lindsey and Viral watched the two girls approach. The one had dark red hair and the other had brown hair with blonde streaks. The red-head was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans and the second girl was wearing a dark blue t-shirt, black jeans and a beige trench coat, all of it in a rather poor condition.
"She doesn't seem to look after her wardrobe much, does she?" Lindsey asked.
"I think she just beats up a lot of people. Fighters get their clothes dirty," Viral explained.
"You wouldn't know. Hey," Lindsey said with a smile when the girls had reached hearing distance. "I'm Lindsey McDonald and this is Viral."
"A vampire?" Cherry asked pulling a face. She'd heard of vampires joining the good side but that didn't stop her from disliking the fact. Great, the good-looking guy was the enemy.
"I'm a good vampire," Viral said slowly. "Trust me."
"You wish," Cherry hissed.
"I'm Dusk and this is my buddy, Cherry."
"I coulda guessed from the necklace and shirt design," Viral said. "But those aren't your real names, are they?"
"Sure they are," Cherry said. "Viral's your real name too, ain't it?" Viral smiled. Sassy.
"I'll be taking care of you girls then. There's another one of you back at the offices. If you need anything, just give a shout."
"I could use some fast food. Good American fast food," Dusk said. Cherry rolled her eyes. She could see that Dusk was going to be overly talkative from the having only have one person to talk to for the whole ship ride. "I mean who sends a boat from London to LA, that's all wrong. And you guys better have New Yorker style hotdogs here. Now, git!" she said proud of herself.
"You're quite the slayer, aren't you? Heard your kind likes making demands and being the boss, but things are different around here," Lindsey began. "I may have been ordered to be you man-maid, but I was evil once, you know."
"Psht, I gotta see it to believe it."
A young man with dark blue hair stalked up and down a small flat. His hair was a mess and his fire-coloured eyes flickered in the dim light that was available. He wore a black shirt with a flame design, but kept it open and dark blue cargo pants that seemed very broken. Behind him swayed a dark blue and orange tiger's tail and he had blades coming out of the back of his wrists. He stopped and roared. The glass around him was shattered, because of previous roars he had omitted.
Sitting silently on a battered beige single-seated couch was a young woman of 19 or 20. She had deep dark brown hair and brown eyes. She wore a combination of dark red, red and white. Under her left eye was a small dark red fox tattoo. She yawned.
"Damian, you're annoying me," she said in a voice that conveyed her boredom.
"The Wolf, Ram and Hart used to be better at these things. I have a feeling they're not doing what they're supposed too."
"You're a demon, D. People like to kill you."
"So are you, Saphiris, and you better learn to accept it soon enough," Damian growled at her. He had stopped stalking around and was standing in front of her. "I need them to get us passes to Russia."
"I don't understand why we have to go to Russia," Saphiris said. She'd asked Damian often enough but he never felt the need to tell her.
"Because there are more people in Russia. Heresy is waiting for us and soon you will become 20. You half-breed mongrels will have your massacres and be accepted as fully fledged Siren."
"What if I don't want to?"
"You will," Damian answered with a roar that made Saphiris shrink back a bit. Damian growled in his throat and then turned and left the room. Saphiris closed her eyes, breathed deeply and a single tear ran down her cheek. Three more followed before she wiped them clear. Emotion was not something that a Siren demon should express, but she was conflicted.
Saphiris, a half-breed demon by birth, had become a slayer when she was halfway into her 18th year. She was torn between becoming the real demon she was inside and the slayer she was destined to be. She was supposed to kill her kind to keep the humans safe, but she hungered for the souls of them too. Maybe there was some other way.
Angel looked over the new additions to the team. He was at the head of the table with Kitt and Livia on either side. Next to Kitt was Spike and then Lindsey, Dusk and Cherry. Next to Livia were Illyria, Kashatan, Viral and Chikara. Chikara was glaring at Spike and he seemed to be pulling faces. Kashatan was clawing the word 'blood' into the desk with her nails and Dusk seemed to be leaning a bit to much to her left for her own good.
"Alright," Angel began and some of the people present turned their heads towards him. "You all realise that we're here for the Damian case. And you all know who Damian is, right?" Dusk raised her hand and began speaking before anyone asked her.
"No, I don't. No one told me. We were sent here being told that we should go kill stuff and…"
"We were sent here because you needed our help," Cherry corrected her. "No one told us why."
"Oh…"
"So who is Damian then?" Kashatan asked not looking up from her writing. Angel cringed at the damage she was putting to the table.
"He's a Siren demon who wants to get passes to Russia so he can help initiate new Siren demons by massacring the whole country," Livia explained. "But we can't do that because I had a vision and it kinda had the whole Damian being evil in it and him on his death bed."
"Huh?" Dusk was confused by whatever it was Livia had just said.
"Livia gets visions," Lindsey explained. "She sees things and we generally follow them."
"Obey the visions, huh?" Cherry mumbled. "Sounds kinda lame."
"So what do you need our help for?" Kashatan asked.
"When Siren turn 20 they go crazy, turn into their full forms and eat everything with a soul that's in their way," Angel explained.
"I don't see a problem," Kashatan said with a grin. Everyone shot her a glare. "Oh, right."
"He wants two passes, one for himself and one for a half-breed who is the one of the turning 20-year-olds. We want to take him into custody and we don't know exactly when he's going to 20. So we need a big army to hold them down."
"One army for one demon?" Dusk smirked. "Please. We've been trained for this our whole lives."
"One army, two demons. One of them is experienced," Kitt said. "Damian knows his stuff. He's an 80-year-old Siren, that's not one of the best."
"Eighty? That's like… wimpy and frail, right?" Spike asked.
"Those are generally their best years. They get old and frail when they're 170," Kitt said.
"Oh."
"So let's find them and whoop ass!" Kashatan suggested loudly. Everyone gave her a look, except Spike who was hoping that was the plan. "God, you guys have really bad kill-plans."
"We have to separate them, first of all. We have to get the half-breed to Wolfram&Hart somehow and we have to get him to come without Damian. We'll contain him and then we can all attack Damian together," Angel explained.
"Nu-uh," Chikara, Cherry and Kashatan said at the same time.
"I fight my own fights, buster. And I gonna have no 200-year-old kid with a soul telling me what to do," Kashatan said looking at Angel patronizing.
"I'll let you know I'm 255 years old."
"Kash, he's Angelus Well… kinda."
"Angelus? This wimp, I've heard stories but in a office with a posse?" Kashatan seemed too look insulted now. She looked around. "It seems I'm not going to be fighting until you wimps get a battle plan ready. I'm going to the training room," she growled and stormed off.
"I'm-a go kick her ass again," Spike said with a grin and jumped out of his seat.
"Er… I'll go get something to drink," Cherry said. Viral got up.
"So will I."
"I feel so alone," Angel mumbled.
"It's okay, Angel. They're all the single fighter type, I guess," Kitt said.
"Sure are. I don't like it that much and it's very hard to go on a mission with one of you two," Dusk said pointing at Chikara. Chikara smirked.
"I've got my wild side."
"You, slave-boy. Take me out," Dusk said pointing to Lindsey. He was about to say something rude when Angel interrupted.
"Yeah. Do that, Lindsey. Take… that girl and her and Kitt away."
"I feel really insulted," Kitt mumbled. "But I'll go."
"The three of us will get some battle plans ready, kay?" Livia said and turned to smile at Angel and Illyria.
"Why do I feel I am stuck with an unpleasant duty?" Illyria asked looking at Livia.
"Hm, well… cause you are. Everyone else sucks but they'll get tough cookies when you get to have the fighting position that you ordered," she said trying to cheer Illyria up. Of course without emotion the old one didn't do much cheering up but she did seem to like the prospect of her fighting position being discussed.
