Ok i couldn't help myself from adding the next chapter. I know its still the first day, but i finished it and had to post it. I actually have 2 more chapters done... but I wish for you to suffer. I never was good with patience. Anyway, you know the drill. Review if you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Nope I still own nothing. How awful this is. I think i may cry.

Bodies:

Bradley snatched his car keys off of his counter and continued out the office entry. Shivering slightly he rushed down the back alley to the company parking spaces. Mr. Morris insisted they parked a good two blocks away from the building. The closer he got to his truck, the more paranoid he became. Bradley got this feeling every time he'd walk to his car, the feeling of being closely watched that is to say.

This is all Morris's fault! He thought savagely. If Morris had just done the letter himself like a smart person, he wouldn't have found any mistakes. One day he's going to get what's coming!

An earsplitting crack brought Bradley out of his musings. He stumbled over a wooden crate near the dumpster and the concrete rushed up to meet him. Lying on his back he strained his ears to pick up the slightest noise of footsteps, but he heard nothing. Cursing his imagination, he slowly pulled himself up. His right temple was bleeding slightly, but nothing serious. So he continued making his way to the truck.

After only seven steps, Bradley tripped again. This time he wasted no time in rising up. He gave the box he'd fallen over a few good kicks, accomplishing nothing but pain in his big toe. He spun around to scamper to the truck, but he didn't even make it half way.

Bradley was lifted off his feet and slammed into the side of the bank. White lights popped I up to his eyes and the world began to spin. Steadying himself he looked up into the face of some contorted monster.

It had to be eight feet tall at least, pure white, like an albino. The monster's bald scalp was covered in a yellowish green slime that dripped all the way down to its feet and clawed hands. Each claw was about 5in long and a reddish brown color.

They looked at each other for a moment, Bradley quivering in fear and the creature chuckling aloud. Then it raised its face to the sky and let out a deafening cry. Then it was over, Bradley was gone.

"Buffy, call all your slayers. We're going to need help. Lorne, talk to those demons of yours and see if they can help. Fred, Wesley, go do whatever you do in that lab of yours. Gunn follow me."

Angel was spitting out orders left and right as he paced around the quaint office. Everyone sped off to do as they were told, leaving him with Gunn and the last person he wanted to be around. Angel then began towards the door followed closely by Gunn and a large lethal kukri.

"What do I do?" came Spike's aggravated voice from Angel's left. "You need me to help as well."

"Go help Buffy then. She'll love to have your company, I'm sure." He said not caring to look at Spike. They walked down the hall off through a door leading down to the security cameras.

"Fine, I'm going to go out and save the world myself while you sit back and watch everyone else do the bloody work!"

Angel turned around and grabbed the back of Spike's coat. "I changed my mind. You can come with us, but just don't say anything." He said through gritted teeth.

"Angel, where are we going anyway?" Gunn asked as they continued running down the stairs.

"To see a man about a demon."

"Hello this is Fred… I mean the Head… the science department… oh, what do you want?" Fred answered the phone in her rather lame fashion. She'd never really gotten used to the whole welcome message thing. That was more Harmony's style.

Wesley was sitting on one of the high stools pouring over a heap of ancient scrolls searching for some kind of clue on what was going on. He looked up at Fred's frowning face. Whatever was on the other end was not pleasing her.

"What is it?" he asked as she put the receiver down.

"That was Lorne. He said they're bringing us some bodies, about ten maybe more. He thinks they were all attacked by the same thing."

"Well maybe that will help us some." He reasoned. He stood and walked around the table to another set of scrolls. "I haven't found anything. I thought I might find something in the Shanshu prophecy because this sounds like the battle which they spoke of, but nothing was mentioned about an army."

"I think Spike and Angel believe it is though." Fred said as she sat down to look over the scrolls as well. "They'll fight to the death if the think there's a chance they can be human. What do we tell them?"

"Nothing."

"Wesley, we can't let them go on believing that this will save them. That's just wrong."

"But it they think it will save them, they may work harder."

"What if its true though? What if one of them will be turned into a mortal? I don't think they could handle it. I mean if they weren't vampires they'd be dead from all the fighting by now"

"Well we mustn't keep our hopes up. Angel and Spike are bound to be upset when nothing happens."

"I suppose that's true but-"

Fred was interrupted by the arrival of several men carrying bodies with the others carrying the heads. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. Decapitated people weren't exactly her specialty. Behind the group was Knox, carrying a clipboard and a magnifying glass.

"Twelve of them." He said handing her the clipboard. "They all had their heads hacked off and thrown several feet. Nothing we haven't seen before, but there is something strange. They're all covered in sulfuric ash."

"Sulfur?" Fred asked. She bent down to take a closer look at the body nearest to them and jumped back immediately. "Ah, that smell! It's so strong. Why do they smell like sulfur?"

Wesley had gotten up to inspect them as well. He narrowed his eyes at heads. Then he pinched his nose and bent down to one of them. "Knox, get me a pair of tweezers." He ordered.

With a swift glance at Fred, he obediently went to the store cupboard. After a minute or two he returned with the tweezers and gloves.

"I think I've got a fragment of the weapon used to kill then." He said slowly. He began to pry at something in the neck of a lady with wispy brown hair. "It looks like a claw."

"What kind of claw?" Knox asked holding out a bag for Wesley to drop the brown nail in.

It was Fred who answered. "Looks like a werewolf maybe or a Drokken or a…" She paused for a second and gasped. "Wesley check if these people still have they're brains! This looks like a Hell-Hound's work!"

Wesley and Knox flew from body to body making sure they still had their wits inside. The first eight were fine. Then Knox let out a yelp. All the people grouped on the right were missing their heads. Not the actual head, even though that was gone as well, their minds.

"Why would a Hell-Hound only eat half of the brains?" Wesley asked as he slumped over in a chair and rubbed his eyes.

"They don't." Fred answered. "They only kill a few people a night, two maybe three, and they always eat it. There must be another thing killing the other people."

"You think it's a werewolf?" Knox asked. He had continued to scrutinize all they bodies. So far he found nothing new.

"Well, werewolves bite, and the people weren't bitten. They just lost they're head." Wesley snapped as though it was obvious.

Fred reached under her desk and pulled out the book she had earlier and began to ruffle the pages.

"Hey Mr.Wyndam-Pryce, come look at this will you?"

Wesley got up and followed Knox to a man in a stiff business suit. He took the magnifying glass from him and looked into the spot Knox indicated, his ear. His face became puzzled for a moment then he stood up and spun around to Fred.

"Call Angel! We've got Howlers!"