DBZ Meets Angel Pt. 1: The Dagger of Destiny
By: AngelFan202021
Chapter 1: A Night at the Club
Las Angeles, California: 8:50 A.M.
Trunks P.O.V.
Vampires; scum of the universe. Power hungry monsters with one thought, one emotion, immense hatred. Living amongst us in disguise, hunting for the next innocent soul to devour. Creatures of the night, granted with eternal life, while we humans are doomed to rot in the ground like animals, while the real animals get to prowl the earth until Judgment Day. They make me sick. They cannot be allowed to live, and I will see to it that they don't. I refuse to let them poison my city with their kind. My name is Trunks Brief, I am a vampire hunter, and I intend to hunt, and I won't stop until my very last breath.
Many people don't understand why I'm a hunter, and not a slayer, a slayer and a hunter are different, hunters choose their path, hunters choose to hunt down and kill vampires. Slayers are born into it, it's their destiny, and also, unlike hunters, slayers are gifted with special abilities. Their athletic ness and strength are doubled, and slayers are always girls. I know a slayer, I dated her for about a year, before I broke it off and moved to L.A. Her name was Buffy Summers, a well-known, and well feared vampire slayer, the only girl, besides one other, that I could ever tell the truth to.
Las Angeles, a city everyone wants to visit, and a city that, before the day ends, everyone wants to leave. And that's just those who don't know what really goes on here, what happens in secret, after the sun goes down, the freaks come out. They are the lucky ones, the ones who don't know, they don't have to live I fear of demons, vampires, or werewolves attacking them in the middle of the night, because to them, they don't exist. They're just something invented to scare people…if only that were true. They are truly lucky, because they don't know that this world is full of sick, twisted, vile, and disgusting things. The like of which seem to sprout from right here, within the heart of L.A.
I'm on the hunt now; well actually it's more like a stakeout. Jesus! Who does this scumbag think he is? The guy walks into a diner in the middle of the night and doesn't order anything. That in it, is usually a dead give away. He must be freshly bitten. His scent is strong, less than a week old.
Yes, I said scent. You see, I'm not a normal human; in fact, I'm only half human, on my mom's side. My other half is Saiyen, no it's not some sort of demon, it's an alien race, but they were wiped out a long time ago. That side of my bloodline comes from my father, he was also a vampire hunter, but he was lured into a trap and killed. Turns out vampires are the only creatures on earth that can kill a Saiyen. Anyway, being half Saiyen I have been granted with special powers of my own. I don't use many of them. Some I have forgotten, some I can't help but use, like my strength, it multiplied times ten, than that of a normal human, and my ability of enhanced scent, I've manipulated it to where I can sniff out a vampire from across the room, although I still need to perfect it. I tend to block it out when someone is in mortal danger. I guess it's just the natural hero inside me. And one other thing gets in the way of my scent, the older the vampire, the more faint his scent; thankfully, most vampires nowadays aren't any older than two hundred years old.
I haven't seen any action in days and this appearance of a vampire was a refreshing feeling. I watched him intently; strands of my lavender hair covered my face, hiding the intense hatred in my blue eyes. He looked nervous, he hasn't fed in awhile, and I feel the last time he fed was off the vampire that changed him. His hair was messy in a shag of long curls. His complexion had not yet paled, though he might not, but it's highly unlikely, nowadays vampires don't have the same patients as the older ones have.
He's stood up, his eyes set on a young woman, blond, early twenties, the usual target, no intention to turn them, just to suck them dry. I watched him walk outside, through the window, he appeared to be flirting with her, and she fell for it. He took her down the street and to a dark alley. Time to get down to business.
I stood, tossing a five onto the table, my body length leather coat neatly wrapped around my body, hiding its confines from the public eye. I've equipped myself with the usual hunter equipment, stakes, crosses, tow hand guns, bullets of my own design, sunlight fragmented, when it enters the vamps body, it instantly splits open, sending a serge of light energy through their body, half as powerful as the sun itself. I also have a cross of my own, a tiny silver cross, latched to a silver chain, it hung from my neck, my most prized possession, it was a gift from my father, before he died.
I stepped outside into the cold dark of night, just in time to see him leading her into the alleyway. I followed him, stopping just before the turn, I peered around the corner, he had her against the wall, and they were kissing. She was a fast worker. I turned the corner, walking into the alleyway, my footsteps echoing softly as they touch the damp pavement. I saw him trailing down to the exposed, delicious flesh of her neck, then it happened, his faced morphed into the natural vampire state, teeth poking out, eyes cringed in apparent anger, he was ready to sink his teeth into her soft, smooth flesh. I was to fast. I met him with a powerful fist to the jaw; he stumbled away from her and looked around, facing me, his attacker. Upon seeing his face, the girl let out a loud scream, which went ignored. The vampire lunged at me, I twirled out of the way, pulling out a silver stake from my belt as I do so, I stabbed the stake into his back, penetrating the skin and sinking it deep into his withered heart, and he fell to the floor, a pile of dust.
"Are you alright?" I asked the girl, turning towards her, her back was still against the wall.
"I…I'm fine…I…what was that thing?" she asked, her response in a stutter.
"A vampire. Word of advice, don't make out with a guy you just met…especially in a dark alley, that alone is a dead give away" I finished.
I turned quickly, walking out of the alley and onto the wet streets of South Central L.A. I check my watch, three a.m. better head home.
I had just begun to walk when the familiar sent hit me again…vampires…and a human? Together? Must be a turning about to take place…wait a minute…motor oil? Just then a car sped by, music blaring out of the speakers, that's where the sent came from, looked like my night wasn't over yet.
I followed the car; they stopped at what appeared to be an abandoned building. There was a symbol spray painted above the door, an ancient symbol, and one that I recognized immediately. I was standing only ten feet away from a secret vampire nightclub. The smell of the wicked undead filled my nostrils almost immediately, like a thick cloud of poison I could gag on, the human's sent was no longer traceable, either it was covered by all the vamps, or she was changed already. I watched as a group of vampires entered the building, there was a huge vampire keeping guard. The door shut again with a loud clank, there was not doorknob on the outside…this was a problem.
I walked up to the door and knocked softly, the metal ice cold to the touch, the door opened, and the large vampire looked at me curtly, then asked for the password…wonderful.
"Password?" I said in a fake New Yorker accent, "Ya telling me I got to have a password to get into a place like this? Shit, back in the big apple we ain't need no password"
"If you don't know the password, you'll have to kill me in order to get into this club" The big ugly bodyguard vamp said to me, oh the audacity.
"Kill ya?" I retaliated, still New Yorker, then back to normal, "Sounds like a good plan"
In a flash, I took out a stake and rammed it into his heart before he had the chance to react, fell to the ground, nothing but a meaningless pile of dust.
"Dumb ass" I said, shaking my head at his stupidity. I walk into the building.
I stopped at the end of the long hallway; blood was shooting down from the water sprinklers in the ceiling. The vampires were dancing to an upbeat techno like dance music, many had their mouths wide open, taking in the thick red liquid. The blood stopped falling, and the vampires continued dancing, drenched in the blood of I don't want to know what. I sniffed around, no sign of the human, just vampires.
"Hmm? All well" I said to myself, reaching into either side of my long coat.
I pulled out to large silver handheld guns, Desert Eagles. I held them up, ready to go in, guns blazing. I took one more look around and smirked, "Party time"
I raised my guns and began to fire, the first bullet hit a vampire dead on, straight through the heart, and he burst into flames and fell to the floor a pile of ash. Bullets bounced all over the place, slamming into vampires and disintegrating them. I fired and fired, until that one horrid moment when I fired my guns, and all that escaped from the barrels was a soft clicking sound, empty. I replaced my guns where they belonged and reached into the back of my belt. I pulled out two metal stakes, grasping them firmly in each hand.
"Time to do this the old fashioned way"
I charged in on the still large group of ugly, and royally pissed off vampires. I stabbed my stake into one vampire's skin, penetrating his undead heart and making dust out of him. I repeated the same moves on a few more vamps, but they eventually got wise to my little maneuvers, and soon, they had me surrounded. The vampires began to lunge at me out of spite and anger, I stabbed a few of them through the heart, turning them to dust, but there were to many of them. They had me surrounded and the circle was getting smaller with each step. Their vampire faces stared at me with hunger, they were ready to sink their sharp fangs into my soft skin. I closed my eyes prepared for the worst, and when the worst doesn't come, I open them again. The circle was broken, and the vampires' attention was elsewhere
I followed their gaze; it was focused on the entrance. Three men stood, align, at the foot of the entrance hall. The man in the middle was pale, and he had a cold, angry look in his eyes; he wore all black, with a knee long black trench coat wrapped around him; he stood there, his arms hanging at his side.
The young man to his right was a tall, shaved balled, man; his skin was a nice soft brown; not to light and not to dark. The man on the left side of the man in the middle stood poised, holding up a large cross-bow, he to wore a long knee length coat, but his was white, he wore black pants and a white buttoned collared shirt underneath. The black man wore a blue hooded sweatshirt, and blue jeans.
The man in the middle stepped forward, crossing his arms to his chest. A door opened from somewhere behind me and an old, rather ugly demon came out, his face was a bright crimson red, and all the face cream in the world couldn't get rid of the massive wrinkles this man had on his face. He wore a long religious like iridescent robe, the colors were bright green and yellow, needless to say, they stuck out like a sore thumb.
"Angelus. How nice of you to join us," the demon said, his voice raspy and painful to listen to, if not, pathetic, "my minions and I were just about to enjoy a wonderful dinner"
Angelus? Why did that name sound familiar?"
"It's just Angel now, Sparkus, you know that" the man said.
"Of course it is, how silly of me to forget. I suppose you're here to try and stop us from devouring this aggressive, yet obviously tasty morsel?"
"Yeah…something like that"
"Well, I hope you don't mind if we put up a fight. A good fight is so hard to find these days y'know"
A smile had crept up on the Angel's face, "I wouldn't have it any other way, Sparkus"
Angel lunged forward, grabbing the demon's head, palm on each side. He turned the demon's head to one side, and then twisted it to the other, a loud snap could be heard and the demon fell to the floor lifeless. Angel looked up at the vampires angrily. They scattered like roaches, climbing out of windows, escaping through back doors, not putting up a fight at all, apparently there was something about this guy they were scared of, not that I could see why.
"Well…that was easier than it ought to have been" the man in the glasses said, his accent was English; "they all just ran off".
"Yeah, thanks for pointing out the obvious, Wes" Angel said.
"Looks like one of 'em had the balls to stay" the black man said, walking up next to Angel.
I looked at him coolly; "I'm not a vampire"
"And how are we supposed to believe that?"
"Two reasons, Gunn" Angel said, "One, he's got a cross around his neck, and two, id know. Trust me, he's not a vampire".
"No I'm not," I said to Angel, facing him. I pulled out a wooden stake-cross from its compartment behind my back and held it up in front of me, facing it towards Angel, "But you are"
Angel stepped forward, making sure to keep his eyes off the cross, "how did you know that?" he asked.
"Two reasons. One, your sent, its faint, but it is detectable. And two, I don't need a sent to know who you are, Angelus, the alleged Vampire with a Soul. Yeah, Buffy told me all about you".
Angel stopped walking; I appeared to have struck a nerve.
"You know Buffy?" he asked.
"Yeah, I know Buffy, her Watcher Giles helped me out, trained me in some of the stuff he knew, not that he could teach me anything I didn't already know"
Angel let out a light laugh. "Well then, if you know Buffy, then you know that I'm not a bad person".
"Well that's just the thing, isn't it, Angel. You're not a person, well at least not for…how many centuries now?"
Angel's smile faded, "you know, your really beginning to get on my last nerve, so why don't you just lower that thing, and we can both go our separate ways"
I narrowed my eyes at him, my stake-cross stilled raised in front of me. I stepped closer to him; he stood his guard, trying to look tougher than he really was.
"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to get me to let you live" I said
"That was the general idea of it, yes" He responded.
I let out a small laugh, "c'mon Angelus, I've been hunting scum like you for five years, and in all that time, I have never once let a vampire get away, and I'm not going to make an acception just because you happen to be Buffy's old love interest".
"Do you honestly thing that I would attack you? And if I were, don't you think I would have done it by now?"
I looked him up and down, and then slowly, I lowered the wooden stake-cross, and replaced it in its rightful position.
"Thank you" He said, "would I be asking to much if I got your name?
I hesitate, though I don't know why, I know in my heart that I can trust him, I guess I'm just playing the tough guy now.
"Trunks" I said, "Trunks Brief"
"This is-"Angel began, but the black man cut him off; clearly wanting Angel to know that he could introduce himself.
"Charles Gunn, just call me Gunn" he said.
"And I'm Wesley Whyndam-Pryce" the English guy said.
"You two aren't vampires" I said, catching their sent for the first time since they entered the room.
"No we're not," Wesley said, "but I used to be a rogue demon hunter"
"Good for you" I said to him half heartedly.
"Hey ya'll" Gunn began, "I don't mean to ruin this little meetin' but don't you think we should get out of here, y'know just incase any blood suckers decide that we aren't as big of a match as they though?"
"Yeah but there's one problem with that" I say, "Sunrise is just around the corner, I'd say half an hour away, and according to Buffy, you guys don't live anywhere near here, there's no way you will get out of here in time"
"We'll just take the sewer, that's the easiest way I can think of" Angel said.
"Cant, the sewer lines are cut off, some kind of construction is being done, come to my apartment, its just around the corner, you can leave as soon as its sunset, but I don't have a coffin for you to sleep in, so your going to have to settle for the couch"
"You do know vampires don't sleep in coffins don't you?"
"Yeah, I just like to make jokes, did it to Spike a lot"
The look on Angel's face after I said that was priceless, he was royally pissed off. So we set off towards my lovely home, seeing as the only sign of disagreement was from Angel himself, little did I know, I was going to be seeing a lot more of these guys, more than I anticipated at the time.