Disclaimer- Hannibal King and I are trying to work something out as far as ownership goes snorts shyeeaah right. Don't own; don't sue.

This one is back in Kingy pooh's POV, It's definitely gonna be hard doing the er…more intimate scenes in his pov, seeing as how im a GIRL but hey, ya know, Ill work my way around it somehow.

Enjoy

It had been a long time since I, or any of us Nightstalkers, have seen the goodness of the human race.

This Willow girl was one of the most good-natured people I think I have ever met in my entire life. Except for my mom, of course. I don't talk about her to the others because, well hey, when I was at home, I was a Mommas boy.

Yeah, you heard me. When my mother raised her voice, I obeyed, without hesitation.

Much like my situation with Abby.

She does not, in any way shape or form, remind me of my mother. My mother was, perfect. And she reminded me of one of those Snuggle commercials. You know the ones, with that big fluffy bear bouncing up and down in the laundry basket.

Ok, so I've got dear old mom up on one of those unreachable pedestals.

But Abby is up there, too. About ten feet lower than my mother and gaining an inch or two every time she opens her mouth. Abby ceases to amaze me, and when she didn't give any lip about staying at a stranger's house, I thought she was out of her gourd. Abby always protested about everything. I'd bet my left nut on it.

Hey hey, don't scrub up just yet, Mrs. Surgeon. I know you just want to get me out of my pants.

But there is more.

As we were walking towards the red-head's place, Abby and Willow began talking.

And giggling.

I thought I had slipped into the twilight zone with all that was going on this evening. Two different races of vampires (though I guess not so far fetched,) Abby not threatening everyone in the room back there if anything were to go slightly askew with the delicate plans we had laid out or she would pop a can of 'I don't care if you are the slayer, I'll still kick your ass, regardless of your souled vampire boyfriend,' and now, Abigail Whistler giggling like a school girl about something I'm too preoccupied to be eavesdropping in on. Definately one of the strangest nights of my existance.

Oz dropped back a few paces to where I took up the caboose and tried engaging me in some light conversation. Apparently we had a long hike ahead of us.

"So you used to be a vampire, huh?"

Ok so maybe not so light.

"Yep. I've walked on the wild side, tasted immortality, and decided hey maybe this isn't the best idea I've ever had." Oz exhaled a slight chuckle and I sighed.

"I wish she would stop doing that." I ran a hand through my hair, ruffling it into that right out bed look.

"Who would stop doing what?" The wind suddenly changed and I got a whiff of what I guessed would be Oz's scent. Very interesting.

"Abby and the giggling. If you knew her, you'd be as creeped out as I am right now." I kicked a nearby stone. "I mean how bizarre can one night get? Different vampire races, Abby not beating everyone into oblivion, Kenji not making the moves on that cute brunette we ran into in the park, and now me, having a conversation with a werewolf."

Oz looked at me astounded and began to stuttering about being a good werewolf and locking himself up for the three night full moon phase.

"I have residual vampiric traits, left over from Danica's cabana boy days. Scent, strength, hearing. Unfortunately, the healing part seems to skip a generation. Don't worry, we aren't werewolf hunting. Besides, if you roll in the circle of the slayer, Im sure there's a reason she hasn't killed you yet. Is there anything NORMAL that goes on in this town?" I felt the blood trickle down my back and stop at the waistband of my pants.

"We have a pretty kick ass club, The Bronze, but the nightly occurrences aren't of the norm." Oz thought for a moment "So I guess no, no normality."

We walked another couple of feet in silence, the occasional "no way!" and my favorite term of the night "eye candy." Of course I had no idea who they were talking about but odds are, it was me. (I cant help it, its all genetic.)

"You said you ran into someone in the cemetery? Why would that be bizzare?" Oz looked at the ground as he said this.

"Between you and me…" I began to whisper, "See, Kenji will pretty much do anything that is warm and pleasing to the eye. She was a spinner if I've ever seen one and he paid NO attention to her beacause she just walked through the park like she didn't even see us. Now that I think about it, the vampires we fought on the way over to loverboy's place didn't even try and attack her." Huh. Funny I didn't even think of that before.

"Well maybe they didn't see her?"

"Believe me, anyone within a fifty foot radii would have spotted her."

I'll have to ask Abby about that later.

We finally emerged from the vast cemetery and onto a very 'Pleasantville' type street. No, nothing went into black and white mode, but it was squeaky clean. As though it didn't even belong to a city where the majority if its inhabitants we're walking freaks.

"We're almost there, it's the next house." Willow looked across the street several times and stopped dead in her tracks.

"Uh. Guys, I think now would be a good time to get our asses in gear." Oz grabbed Willows hand and bolted for the house only to be stopped by a line of seven massive vampires.

"Never a dull moment in Sunnydale, eh?" Kenji resorted to his silver stakes, heading for the nearest of the seven vampires with an already

I sensed a vampire behind me and threw my elbow back, catching him in the gut. Disoriented, he stopped and I took the opportunity to take his head between my hands, twisting his neck and ripping it from his body.

"Get into the house, we'll be in in a minute!" Abby yelled to Willow and Oz while whipping out her UV arch, slicing through the nearest vampire with ease.

That girl makes me so damn hard it unreal. My attention was drawn to the side where I saw a girl huddling in the bushes while a vampire stood over her. Running over towards her I realized it was the brunette from the park and she wasn't huddling, she was on her knees chanting.

A vampire blocked the way and I caught him with the left hook sending him into the bushes. He began to get up and come at me again but a bright flash of light surrounded the area, ashing the rest of the vampires in the vicinity, including the vampire with the brunette.

But along with the vanishing of the vamps, the girl disappeared as well.

"I hate this fucking town." Kenji muttered, wiping blood from his forehead. "We never get attacked this many times in one night."

"Ah suck it up, Koop. That was liberating." Abby picked up her silver stake off the ground and stored it back in its appropriate pocket.

"Besides, remember that night in Seaside? This was NOTHING compared to that suck-fest." I picked up Kenji's rifle and handed it back to him while we walked briskly towards Willow's place.

"No more UV bombs, anyway to contact a nearby cell and get them to supply us with them?" Abby was running through the routine checkup after an ambush. Visual checkup, making sure the injured got the help they needed. Weapons check, if anything we were out of could be obtained then we needed to execute that first.

"I can contact Turtle in Inglewood, see if he has any pre-fabed but if not he can get me the supplies to make them. If they fall through, I'm sure the Long Beach house has some. They've had problems with massive nests lately and are guaranteed to have them on hand." Kenji climbed the steps with Abby at his side, I looked out into the darkness scanning the area for residual vampires. Nada.

"Contact them first then, we need to get our hands on as many as we can." Abby opened the front door of Willows house, the scent of linens hitting my nose instantly. It's been so long since we've been in a clean, dry house I had almost forgotten the way that smells.

I stepped through the door and closed it, locking the two locks and the chain, just in case. I know that wont keep many uglies out, but it will give us enough time to wake up and get our asses in gear.

"Hey there, overkill. Vampires cant come in unless you invite them." Willow stilled my hand, her light touch was endearing.

"Habit. Our vampires can come and go as they please. Sorry."

"There is no guarantee that Long Beach will give them up. Unfortunately they aren't forthcoming with the 'brothers in arms' idea. I'll give it a shot though." Kenji walked off into the next room and I stood at the front window, watching dusk grace the world with her presence.

Willow and Oz were off in another room setting up for our little sleepover. While light flooded the suburban street, I felt a sense of relief. Vampires cant get us in the daylight and all the ones who we ran into we're dead…er than normal so they cant rat out our location for possible familiars.

Yeah these are the thoughts of the everyday Nightstalker. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned slightly. Abby was looking at me, visually assessing me for any damage.

"Are you hurt?" I nodded my head yes, and Abby turned me around.

"Where?" I began unbuttoning my, I mean, ANGEL'S shirt and she stopped me.

"I almost forgot." She began to unbutton the shirt from the bottom, slower than was the norm of strictly platonic.

When she got to the last button, she pushed the shirt over my shoulders and it pooled on the floor behind me. She placed her warm hands on my sides and turned me slowly, exposing my bloodied back to her eyes. Peeling back the temporary bandage, and procuring another from somewhere on her person, and put the new one over the vicious looking wound.

I turned to face her but before I could muster my suddenly stuttered brain to come up with some sort of silence breaker, Abby put her forehead on my bare chest and exhaled hotly onto my skin.

"Pay attention out there, King. I can't afford to loose you now." She looked up at me. "Not that I've put so much into getting you back into shape." I chuckled and wrapped an arm over her shoulder and we turned to the window I was looking out of before.

"We can't have that, now." Kenji walked in and handed me the phone.

"Its that watcher guy, Giles. He wants us to meet up with him later, and he wants to talk to you about Kigatilik."

I put the phone to my ear and said "This is King,"

"Ah, yes, hello Hannibal. We need to discuss this matter of Kigatilik further, so if you would, the others and myself would like to convene here in a few hours if you are well enough rested from this evening."

"We're gonna need a few more hours or so to recoup. My back is still weeping like a baby, and Kenji has to go fetch some supplies from a nearby cell. We can be there at about noon, and if you need anything I can give it to you over the phone."

"Ah, yes well, health is number one in a situation like this. If one is not up to par." I heard him clear his throat and begin again, "if you would be so kind as to give me everything you can possibly remember about Kigatilik."

And so I began talking, Abby caressing my lower back every so often causing just the right amount of distraction….enough to remember not to tell Giles about the beautiful brunette in the cemetery.

Oh well, Ill tell him when we get there.