Chapter 2: Vamps make a House Call
Narrator's P.O.V.
The four guys arrived at Trunks' apartment some fifteen minutes later. The sun was beginning to rise when Trunks, Wesley, and Gunn entered the apartment, Angel lingered in the doorway.
"Pretty nice place ya got here" Gunn said, looking around at the apartment, "How does someone who's occupation consists of about zero pay value afford a place like this?"
"I make my money the not so old fashioned way. I sell weapons, Vampire hunting equipment. You'd be surprised how many people in this city hate the living dead" Trunks responded.
"How does one of your…negligence go about telling people of these weapons" Wesley asked Trunks, speaking as if he were Trunks' superior.
"Well for one…I know what negligence means, so don't try that fancy crap on me, I'm not as stupid as you may have come to believe. To answer your question, I use things like the internet, and sometimes I buy space in the tabloids"
"The tabloids? What good is going to come from advertising in the tabloids?" Gunn asked.
"Well, Gunn, if you have been doing what you guys claim to be doing, then you would know that everything the tabloids report is one hundred and fifty percent accurate. People just tend to not believe it, because no one wants to believe that aliens and demons are real"
"Demons yeah…but aliens…now that's just going' a little to far"
"I wouldn't go as far as to say that Gunn, after all, you're talking to one"
"What? You're saying you're and alien?"
"Half, on my dad's side"
"But you look human"
"Don't believe everything you see in movies, those are the one fictional thing that will lie to you" Trunks finished, turning his head towards his door, where Angel still stood, "You enjoying my doorstep, Angel?"
"Oh well, you see, vampires can't enter a person's home unless that person is dead or that person invites them in"
Trunks looked at Wes, "Yeah, I know" he turned towards Angel, and after analyzing how big of a mistake he could be making he said, "come on in…and wipe your feet"
Angel stepped into the apartment, finally feeling more comfortable now that he wasn't limited to the doorway. He wondered around the apartment, until he saw Trunks walk over to a large nook in the wall. Trunks placed his hand on what appeared to be a picture of a small lavender haired boy and his dark haired father playing at the beach; the picture turned into a bright green light, and in fatal beep, the nook lifted up into the ceiling.
Behind the risen wall was a large display of weapons; stakes, crosses, and an assortment of guns. 9mm's, AK 47's, sniper rifles, shotguns, sawed-off's, two cross bows, both armed with a wooden arrow. Gunn, Wesley, and Angel stepped up behind Trunks as he removed his two Desert Eagles from his coat and placed them on their proper shelf.
Gunn let out an impressed whistle.
"Damn, talk about a major supply" Gunn said, impressed.
"This is the stuff you sell?" Angel asked.
"No" Trunks responded, "This stuff is my personal collection, no one uses these but me" He took off his jacket and hung it on the stand next to him and began putting away the rest of his equipment.
"Remarkable" Wesley said, picking up one of the bullets from its box, the bullet glowed a bright silvery-blue , "Why do they glow like this?" he asked Trunks.
Trunks, finished putting away his equipment looked at what Wesley was talking about and said, "The bullets contain an immense light energy, about half as powerful as the sun, in order for it to take effect, it must enter the vampire, outside, it's perfectly harmless…and didn't I tell you not to touch anything?"
"Right, sorry" Wesley said, placing the bullet in its proper place, "so, how did you get them, the bullets I mean?"
"I invented them"
"Hold up, you invented a bullet that can kill a vampire?" Gunn asked, unbelievingly.
"Yeah, and don't look at me like it's impossible, you don't even know me"
"Sorry, but damn; I could have used something like that back in my hunting days"
"I wouldn't get your hopes up, the bullets are not for sale," Trunks said, walking over to the fridge in the kitchen, grabbing himself a can of Dr. Pepper.
"Why aren't they for sale?" Wesley asked, "An invention like that would surely bring in loads of cash"
"Because, "Trunks responded, taking a seat in a small arm chair in front of the coffee table as Angel, Wes, and Gunn took a seat next to each other on the couch, "It takes and entire full moon cycle to make one set of bullets."
"So you can only make one round a month?" Angel asked.
Trunks answered with a simple nod.
"If that's the case, then how is it you have so many bullets" Wesley asked.
"Because I've been making them every month for three years now, I've only been hunting for five; started when I was fifteen."
"How do you make them?"
"In the risk of sounding cliché, I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you."
"I see"
Trunks stood up and walked to the front door, he took a quick look into the hall through the peep hole, then proceeded to lock all three locks, making sure ever lock was locked securely. After which he walked to the balcony's sliding-glass-door, pulled away the curtains, looking outside, then double-locked the door.
"Well, either your very cautious, or very paranoid" Angel said amusingly.
"You want to go back to the doorway?" Trunks retaliated, "Cuz that can be arranged, you're lucky I even invited you in."
"That's kind of an empty threat don't you think? Considering that once I'm invited in, I can come and go as I please."
"Doesn't mean its going to stop me from kicking you out."
"Ladies please," Gunn chimed in, "Let's keep the vamp on human bickering to a minimum."
"Well, in a change of subject, how did you guys know I needed help?"
"Well, one of our co-workers had an uh…vision about you" Wesley said.
"A vision? You guys have a seer? That's got to come in handy"
"It saved your life didn't it?" Angel said irritably.
"You keep talking to me like that, and you'll find yourself out in the sunlight."
"He is right Angel, he has every right to throw you out" Wesley said, "And even though you have built up a stronger immunity to sunlight than most vampires have, I doubt you'd be able to make it all the way back to the hotel before bursting into flames and turning to dust."
"Thanks, Wes" Angel retaliated, irritated at being proven wrong.
"By the way," Trunks added, "I've only got the couch for someone to sleep on, so unless you want to share, two of you are going to have to leave, I'd suggest the ones that don't burst into flame"
"Yes, well" Wesley said, "I had better be leaving anyway, I've got some more research to do on that Cheshire demon, so, angel, I suppose ill be seeing you later this evening. Trunks, thank you for having me." He added, before walking out of the door.
"He's going home, to work?"
"Yeah, "Angel said, "He's got a demon book; we were in the middle of researching the demon when Cordy had her vision about you."
"Cordy?"
"Cordilea"
"Right," Trunks said, turning his attention towards Gunn, "Don't you got some big ugly-ass demon to be researching about?"
"Nope," Gunn responded," I just go where they tell me and kill whatever needs to be killed"
"So I guess that makes you the leader then, Angel?"
"I guess you can call me that," Angel said turning his attention to Gunn," you think Cordy is having any trouble with Conner?"
"I don't know man, you know how much trouble that kid can be," Gunn answered.
"Who's Conner?" Trunks asked.
"My son" said Angel.
"Son? Hold on, vampires can't reproduce"
"Yeah well, I did…it's a long story really"
"He knocked-up is ex vamp girl Darla, by some weird ass miracle she got pregnant, killed herself, Conner was kidnapped by some freaky ass vampire hunter from the past who had it out for him, he went to some hell dimension with Conner, couple weeks later he comes back as a full grown eighteen-year-old teenager. See, not that long," Gunn said in a mouthful.
Angel looked at Gunn, irritated, "Thanks, Gunn" he said, sarcastically.
Trunks looked at them confused, and was about to respond, until he heard a loud coming from the hallway behind the door. He, Angel, and Gunn rushed over to the door, Trunks undid the locks and flung the door open. A woman was being carried out of her room by some guy, and from the look on his face, he seemed worried. When the guy caught site of the three starring at him, he looked at them relieved.
"Please, she's hurt, can we come in so I can see to the problem," the man asked desperately.
"Sure, ya'll come in" Trunks said.
The hallway was filled instantly with over twenty vampires, all of which were starring at them with hungry, angry looks in their undead eyes. The couple they had invited in was standing there starring at them as well, brandishing their vamp faces.
"Oh, shit"
Trunks slammed the door quickly, leaning against it as the vampires try to force their way into the apartment; Angel and Gunn both leaned back on the door as well.
"I thought you said you could smell out vamps?" Gunn said to Trunks, irritably.
"I can" Trunks responded.
"Then how is it you didn't know those two were vamps?"
"I was worried about the girl, I got distracted and said, 'ya'll come in' that was an open invite for any vampire standing outside in the hallway"
"I don't believe the shitty day this has been…and what about you, Angel, what's your excuse?"
"I was…worried about the girl" Angel said.
"Of course you were"
"Gunn, lock the door, now" Trunks said to him. He does so.
"That's only going to hold them off for a few seconds" Gunn said.
"That's long enough"
They all pushed of the wall, and Trunks pulled a book shelf in front of the door, just as it was being opened. Angel gave the couch a good kick and it slid easily in front of the door, as Gunn pushed the chair against it, and Trunks topped it off with the coffee table.
"That should hole them off for about ten minutes, at most" Angel said.
"We need to get back to the hotel," Gunn replied, "there's no way we can kill that many vamps"
"You got a manhole cover around here?" Angle asked Trunks.
"Yea...about ten stories down, but that's fine, I got an escape route"
"You're really prepared for this huh?" Gunn said.
"I'm not exactly a vampire's favorite guy."
Trunks ran into the bedroom and came back with thirteen empty army type bags.
"What are those for?"
"Got to back my equipment."
Trunks pulled out a set of keys and went over a black door net to the still opened nook; he put the key in the lock and twisted it, opening the door. The room was a large walk in closet, with shelves outlining the left and right walls. He handed Angel and Gun four bags each.
"I have ten different kinds of weapons, fill each bag you have with one kind to each, I'll join you in a minute."
Though confused, Gunn and Angel did as they were told. Meanwhile, Trunks went over to the nook and began taking guns down. He grabbed his Desert Eagles, freshly loading them, and put them in the holsters in his coat. He packed the rest of the weapons and bullets, and then rushed to his room to fill up a bag with clothes.
He rushed to the weapons room and filled up two more bags.
Gunn and Angel had just finished theirs.
"That it?" Angel asked.
"Not quit" Trunks answered, "still got one more bag to fill"
He walked over to the exposed wall, there was a thermostat on it; he turned the dial to the zero degree mark, and the wall split in two and opened up, revealing a hidden wall behind it. On the wall hung a wide variety of blades, swords, knives, daggers, and axes.
"Whoa" Gunn said astonished.
"Why all the weapons security?" Angel asked.
"I only sell these to my, higher priced costumers." Trunks said.
"We need a collection like this," Gunn chimed in, "why don't we got a collection like this?" Angel ignored him.
Trunks began to pull blades from their designated areas, and stuff them into the last bag, until finally, only one sword remained. He zipped up the bag and pulled out the final sword. The blade was thin and narrow, it curved inward slightly and the outer edge of the blade was sharpened.
"I got this custom made in Shang Hai, about two years ago," Trunks said.
"Damn, the Japanese sure know how to make a sword," Gunn said.
"Shang Hai is in China, Gunn," Angel chimed in.
"True," Trunks said, "But it was made by a Japanese samurai, he was in Shang Hai on business,"
Angel shut up after that statement. Trunks grabbed the bag and the swords sheath, and sheathed it, tying it to his belt.
"Lets get out of here," He said.
They grabbed their bags and exited the room. Back in the living room the vampires attempts to break down the door still continued, frequent banging could be hear as the vamps bash their shoulders into the door.
Gunn opened the balcony's sliding-glass-door which led to the fire escape.
"Angel, stay back, until I say otherwise" Trunks said.
He rushed out past Gunn onto the fir escape. He reached underneath it and pulled on something, a metal slide shot out from its hidden spot underneath the fire escape, it slid down easily and stopped abruptly, just inches from the ground below.
"Don't tell me we have to slide down that thing" Gunn said, no pleased.
"No, just the bags," Trunks said in response.
Trunks began to put the bags on the slide in pairs, they slid down easily and within minutes the bas were all on the ground below. He stood up and pulled on a hidden ladder, it slid down stopping instantly, inches from the ground.
"Gunn, go down first, open up the manhole cover and start throwing bags down into it, but whatever you do, do not touch the side panels of the ladder"
"Why not?"
"Just trust me on this one"
Gunn did as he was told and began to climb down the ladder, when he reached the bottom he pulled the lid off the sewer and tossed the bags into it, before jumping in himself.
"Alright, Angel," Trunks began, "um…here" he handed Angel an umbrella.
"You're joking right?" Angel said, looking at Trunks as if he were nuts.
"Do you want to burst into flames?"
Angel sighed and grabbed the umbrella, pushing it open and holding it over his head.
"Well, at least its black" he said before he climbed down the ladder one-handed; when he touched the ground he rushed over to t he sewer and hopped inside. Just then, a loud crash from the inside of the apartment came echoing from the door.
The vamps had finally broken through the door. On instinct Trunks hopped onto the ladder, grabbing the side panels, he slid down, his jacket flapping in the wind. His hands touched numerous buttons as he slid down the ladder. He hit the bottom and rushed to the sewer and jumped in. Ten stories up, his apartment explode, shattering glass and dusting most of the vampires inside.
"Oh thank the lord it worked" he said, leaning against the wall of the underground sewer tunnel.
"Hold up," Gunn said, turning to him, "you mean to tell me that this is the first time you've done this? You mean you never tested it out before?"
"Yes Gunn, I make it a habit of blowing up my own home on a regular basis"
"Oh this is just great" Angel said in frustration, clearly not paying any attention to Trunks or Gunn.
"What is it?" Gunn asked.
"This tunnel doesn't lead anywhere near the hotel"
"Oh well that's just wonderful. I'm telling' you guys right now, I am not spending the rest of this extremely hot ass day, with two white guys, in a sewer that's funkier than James Brown."
"Relax, Gunn" Trunks said, "I know where we can go"