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Chapter 2

The gang just stood there, flabbergasted with what they had just seen. A couple of blinks, utter confusion, and after a few moments of realization, the Scoobies finally realized they were still in the middle of a cemetery with a vampire on the loose.

"Shouldn't we go stake her, or something?" Willow suggested slowly as she picked out her words carefully.

Anya quickly backed her up, "Yes. Stake her. Then, Xander and I could do some staking of our own."

Xander just shrugged dejectedly as he knew that he could never avoid the brutally honest comments of his lover, but he loved her with his heart, he did.

"Yeah. You guys wait up here, I'll be back." Buffy said just as she was about to run off in the direction of the vampire.

"No," A familiar British voice stopped her in mid gallop.

"What?" Buffy retorted after she angrily turned around and glared at Spike.

"Unless you want your pretty little head on a stick, I'd suggest not staking her. At least, not at the moment," Spike smartly told her over his shoulder.

Buffy, clearly angered and repulsed by the fact that Spike, of all sexy, vampiric, undead, bodies was telling her what was right and wrong, asked "Are you telling me what to do?"

Spike swiftly turned around with his prized duster billowing around him, and got right smack into Buffy's personal bubble and furiously informed, "No, I'm just saying that while you're sitting here arguing with me, she'd probably be halfway around the bloody world by now."

Buffy shut her trap as soon as the words flowed out of Spike's mouth and she grasped that he was right. And she hated it when he was right. He had this way of always being right and always being honest with himself and everyone else. And that right pushed her buttons. She thought about her utter hatred for that bottle-blond vampire with a death glare firmly glued on her face. She thought up everything that she could. Bastard, peroxide poop, bleached wonder, sexy Spike, rock hard abs… Her thoughts were once jolted when she came to understanding of what she was thinking and glared once more back at Spike.

"Let's just finish patrol," Buffy spat before she headed in the opposite direction.

The Scoobies just stood there once again in bewilderment before reluctantly following a pissed off Slayer. Willow took one last pitiful look at Spike before she quickly jogged her way back into Buffy's steps.

Spike just tilted his head to try and figure out what gears were turning in the Slayer's head but quickly gave up. He would never find out what went on in there. He scoffed at the retreating form of the Slayer before he lit a fag and stalked in the opposite direction of the Scoobies.


Mya ran as quickly as she could to the museum nearby. Her next stop. Mya had been through many towns and cities in her days, and to do only two things. Make a name for herself, and get the loot. And loot she had. From her years as the leader of a courageous band of vampires, she'd become smart. She'd been smart in her human days, too. Always conniving and could easily create plans to get what she wanted or get out of anything. Some would call her a criminal. But she thinks of herself as a mastermind. What's a life, or un-life, to life, if you can't run it the way you want to?

She slowed down to a halt when she reached a darkened spot behind an opening into the museum. She carefully walked towards her destination and sure enough she could hear the quiet whispers of bodies. She walked up behind a well-built man, a light-skinned black man, clad in black to blend into the night. She looked up at the tall figure before she placed a small hand on his shoulder.

"Everyone set up in position, Orion?" Mya asked and the man turned around to reveal a ridged face with fangs in place.

"Perfect," Orion answered while he changed back to his human form, "I've got Leo, Scorpio, Polar, and Capra set up around the perimeters as the guards," He pointed to the different places around the building, "We should be clear until the next shift comes in, in about an hour."

"Great, let's get a move on it," Mya answered as she placed on her leather gloves and motioned for Orion to follow.

The two vampires set out to the museum, armed with their strength, and ready with their mission. This was what she lived for. Her vamps and her missions. And with those two she became the strongest vampiress in her day. These vampires were her league of loyal Childes, and the most loyal of them all, her first Childe, Orion. Orion had been there since the beginning. He was the one who first got Mya back onto her feet and helped her become the great vampire that she is today. And she had complete trust in him. There was no one in the world that Mya would trust, except for him. Well, that is now. There was this time before, but we won't get into that, not just yet.

Mya and Orion walked up equipped with everything they needed to a well disguised Capra who masqueraded as a security guard.

"Have yourself a good meal, Capra?" Mya asked with a tinge of wickedness.

"Never had a security guard before, tastes almost like chicken," Capra replied sarcastically as he stared straight ahead while Mya smiled and shook her head.

"Glad to hear you enjoyed it," Orion offered as he walked passed Capra and towards the entrance to the building. "Give us a warning if you see, hear, or smell anything shady. Let's make this one as big as the others," Mya notified and gave Capra a soft punch in the gut before she walked to the entrance.

"After you," Orion said as he held the door open.

"Oh please, don't even start with that shit," Mya replied, annoyed.

The pair walked into the museum, Orion close behind Mya, and searched for their destination. They walked around the museum, looking at the paintings, the murals, the sculptures. They occasionally exchanged glances at each other, making sure that everything was under control. And then the treasure came into view.

A gold goblet sat on top of its stand right in the corner of the Egyptian section of the displays. The good sized goblet had intricate paintings of people, a princess maybe, who was looking for her prince. The gold shined behind the colors of blue, red, and brown that brought the Egyptians to life.

Mya motioned for Orion to get the sack ready as she prepared to lift the artifact from its resting place. Orion quickly and carefully opened the sack and nodded when he was ready. Mya carefully picked up the artifact and placed it gently into the bag. She then removed another artifact, a fake artifact, with the same look at the real one, and placed it onto the stand. She smiled at the ease of the plan and exchanged one last glance with Orion before they headed out.

In no time, the two arrived at the exit and there was Capra waiting for their arrival. He stood still as a rock and stared straight into the distance.

"Would you quit the security guard routine and tell everyone the plan worked," Orion told Capra and smacked him on the back of the head.

Capra shook himself out of his reverie and slowly went to the business of gathering his mates as he said to himself, "Must've been the blood in that fat bastard,"

Mya took one hard look at the bag in her hand as Orion stood next to her and with satisfaction said, "Mission accomplished."


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