Disclaimer- This is the way I believe the EDTA treatments to work. May not be what you think, and if not, I SO SOWWWWWY.

Thanks for everyone's feedback, and this will be a AbbyKing, but King is liking the way Buffy looks in her cute pants (hey, even I am envious of her tight little buns) and Abby will be feeling a little left out in the cold. I just wanted to put some plot into this puppy before bringing out the big guns.

Please keep feeding me back all the yummy goodness you've got to offer, hey and if you got ideas, let me know.

Enjoy…oh and in about twenty minutes to a half hour chapter 3 will be up, I'm on a roll and got some extra time…

Alright. Abby has been able to pin me with a couple good 'Don't-fuck-with-me-ill-kick-your-ass-from-here-to-Timbuktu' looks, but I had never seen anyone glare at Abby the way this girl is glaring at her.

"How the hell do you know I'm the slayer?" She whirled on me in an instant and I took a slight step backwards. "And wait, you USED to be a vampire?"

I shrugged and looked over to Abby who was jumping into her schpiel.

"Look, Buffy. If you're not willing to help, I'm sure a certain souled vampire who is still lurking around in the shadows wouldn't mind one bit." Suddenly this broad shouldered man walked out from behind a mausoleum striding over to where they stood. His coat flaring behind him like a superhero's would. Impressive.

"What's the problem, Buffy? Friends of yours?"

I felt out of the loop. Big tall and brooding was a vampire? Where the hell was I during the very important informative meeting? Oh that's right…I was there.

Apparently this was showing on my most handsome features because Kenji slapped me on the back and retorted with a, "King, man, you gotta start paying attention at the meetings."

"No Shit?" Strapping the bad boys back to my pants (my guns for you few whose mind is not only in the gutter but in fact the gutter itself,) I stared at the vampire who didn't look like any vampire I had ever seen. Were there different breeds of vampire? How come no one tells me these things?

Abby cleared her throat throwing an irritated look my way. Yeah, she's got a lot of those for me.

"Yeah, so we've tracked this badass demon from L.A…."

"I'm not helping any of you with anything until you answer some of my questions." Abby's eyebrows rose at her businesslike tone. Well then, kitten's got claws.

"And we're not answering any of yours standing in a cemetery." Kenji piped up.

"We can go to my place and talk. I'll go on ahead and call Giles, have him round up the gang and meet us there." Hmmm, don't know if I like where this is going. And going to the big vampire lair isn't high to do on my "must-do-while-in-Sunnydale" list.

If he kisses her, I'll….oh damn involuntary gag reflex.

I dry heaved as he bent down and brushed his lips against hers. Don't know why anyone would willingly kiss a vampire. God knows I didn't with Danica.

"I'll see you in a bit, Angel." He turned and vanished. Yeah, definitely a Anne Rice vampire. All mysterious and whatnot. Betchya he's just a big ol puppy dog…with bad teeth.

"I didn't catch your names." Buffy said, again with the business voice.

"I'm Abigail Whistler. This is Kenji Kooper, and the guy constantly wagging his jaw is Hannibal King."

"It's a defense mechanism, really." I retorted.

"Right, well apparently you know all about me, so why don't we finish up here and go to Angel's to talk."

Abby and Kenji nodded and began following after her. I was caboose and muttered a "I love midnight strolls in the cemetery, it's so intimate."

Standing around in with a circle of people, more than half of which I had no idea who they were, was kinda unnerving. Sure, I don't mind my personal life being laid bare where anyone and anything can take it dissect it and turn it into science but…the way Buffy was eyeing me should have been making me as hard as steel but alas, it was not.

Oh, and I was shirtless and my back was stinging like a son of a bitch…damn demons. We were ambushed about ten minutes into our treck by a yellow demon with scales over his head and flying projectiles which came out of his wrists. And me jumping in the way of the slayers stake? Not a good idea. Sure it just grazed me but I still have enough of the vampire blood in my system to know that one, sure its only wood, but it still stings, and two, I needed to be patched up. It could have been worse.

Coulda been silver. Wouldn't kill me, but immobilize me for an hour or so.

Around the room there were four others who have yet to know that I am a formal familiar. Try saying that three times fast. A tall man, obviously the oldest, wearing a brown suit made from, was that tweed? It looked disturbingly like my Aunt Ida's rug. Hey and look at that, glasses, which he was polishing furiously. Somebody's a bit cranky from being woken from his beauty sleep.

Then there was the redhead. Yeah, she would grow up to be a killer. Either figuratively or literally, who knows, but she would be a knockout. And the boy toy to her left was short and really thin, undeserving of her potential beauty. Ah, the poet in me is scary innit? Cool hair, though. Had to give him that.

Then there was yet another pre-pubescent boy who was kinda flabby and was making wise cracks at every moment possible. Hey, he was stealing my gig. Im the funny guy here boy-o.

"This is Giles," tweed-man, "Willow and Oz," hottie and hairboy, "And Xander, our residential class clown." Yeah he was fucking hysterical let me tell you.

"Abigail Whistler, Kenji Kooper and Hannibal King." Abby so determinedly stated. Sometimes I admire her bravado.

"Right, so Angel, why did you call us here at, 12:30 in the morning?" Giles said. Hey, he was British.

"Well apparently, these three were tracking a demon here from L.A. and seems as though they need our help to extinguish it." Oh so subtle dead-boy.

"But, they have to answer my questions before I even want to hear about the demon." Buffy whirled on me again, not quick enough to catch me off guard again. Hey I'm a quick study.

"Shoot, Buffy, we have nothing to hide." Kenji quipped. He was currently looking down the end of his gun, releasing the clip and reloading with silver bullets.

Yeah, she would point at me, wouldn't she?

"Ex vampire? How? And why did you pull down your pants and show me that tribal tat?" God how I'd love to pull down my pants for her again…and have her mean it.

Giles stood and approached me with fascination written all over his face. He looked as though I was one of those little white lab rats. The kind they put through the maze to get to the cheese. If Buffy was the cheese at the end of my maze, I'd certainly run through each electrical current blocking me from her.

"Wait, when did he pull down his pants, Buffy?" Ah, jealous boyfriend! HAH.

Pushing down the front of my pants again, with Giles blocking everyone's view (hey I can't say I'm not proud of my washboard abs) I showed him the glyph.

"Well, Buff, you see the vampires don't mark us only with their teeth. The transformation into their kind comes much later with the draining and consumption of their blood. Each vampire bloodline has a different glyph assigned to it. Mine being Danica Talos' bloodline." Giles stood back and everyone gaped at the mark on my belly.

Or maybe it was the rippling muscles everyone was so drawn to.

"Hey, how come he's got abs and I can't have 'em?" Xander said and Willow retorted, without taking her eyes away from my stomach, "You have them, they're just hidden under…" Yeah that's right Red, you tell him to go on a diet. I'm with you.

"This generally stands for a human being the vampire's property, before the change. We do their dirty work during the day, taking all there bullshit and throwing it out to other familiars to make it back to their masters' lair so on and so forth. The majority of the familiars are expendable; when their duties are done they are drained and disposed of. Danica loved me." I rolled my eyes and let me pants spring back into place.

"I was held captive there for five years before Abigail found me. I was constantly drained and given the vampire blood to turn me, but at the last possible moment, they stuck me with a needle, at the time containing a recent formula called EDTA, and prevented the change. It's to turn the then vampire blood back into human. After a while they forgot to give me the treatment and I began to turn. Fangs and all. Abby rescued me, brought me back to the 'Comb and flushed my system of the remaining contents. It only works on certain breeds of vampires, and if they have been changed within a month."

I looked over to Angel.

"And by the looks of things, you're pale enough to tell me you're pretty damn old. So it won't work for you."

"Now that you know his story, we want to tell you ours." Kenji stood and stretched and his eyes glinted in the lamplight. Oh, he's got violet eyes. Pretty, but unnerving just the same.

"Alright, talk. But I want to know more about this glyph thing later. And Angel can you get him a shirt?"

Yeah, I'm distracting, I know. Just one of the perks of being a Nightstalker.