Disclaimer: Mutter, mutter, mutter, blah, blah, blah, radira-ra...Ya know the drill.

A/N: Ooh! I just love this character..right after King and Abby of course. he's so insane..and crazy. It's like, an older version of me...only, a man. That's how i act when i'm angry or anything. Woo! Um, like i said in the last chapter, i will try to make the next chapter good...so, did i? Answer that and anyway, i tried adding humor...did it work? Answer that too. This aint a test to just R & R please.

D'ANGELO SPENCER'S POINT OF VIEW

Chapter 7: Joining forces

Oh fuck. Oh fucky fuck, fuck. I flipped over to my back and groaned, reaching under the bed. I felt something and pulled it out, throwing it at the buzzing alarm clock.

The sound slowly subdued and I swore under my breath, pulling the carving knife out of my alarm clock. It was 6 o'clock in the morning.

I have got to stop doing that.

I threw the knife at the side table and sat up, examining the alarm clock. Fuck. Gotta steal another one then…

I stood up and examined myself in the mirror. I was looking at the image of a man in his early thirties, already dressed in working clothes, with chaotic features, a slim figure and intelligent, rebel-like eyes. I looked at my hair. Is that what I look like in the morning?

My hair was like a fucking bed spring. I looked at it a couple more seconds and left the room.

Perfect.

I walked into the kitchen and began to fix breakfast, forcing myself to just forget about all the annoying little shitbags. Honest to god, if any more of those morons come to me for a hug and a cookie, I swear I will hurt them. I looked down with amusement at the fluffy little omelette I had been cooking.

Never done that before.

I put a slice of bread in the toaster and turned on the coffeemaker, putting the cooked omelette down in the table. I turned my back and poured myself a cup of coffee then sat down on a chair, stirring it with a spoon.

"Hey."

"Hey." I answered with a grunt then paused, I looked up at the little girl sitting across the table eating an omelette. I looked at her, confused, then turned to the doorway then I looked back to her.

"This is very nice."

I gaped at the kid.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeve, "Do you have any juice?"

"It's in the…" My voice came out a little hoarse. I quickly cleared it and gathered myself up, "It's in the fridge"

"Okay Mr. Spencer." she stood up and walked over to the fridge, rummaging through all the food.

It wasn't long till' all the gang came up…well, not including Kasumi, whom I just noticed, was working silently on the far corner, her face hidden behind the three laptops.

King and Abby was hunched over one of the computers, Kasumi pointing out a few other crap I don't know about…vampire business.

Ruby was walking around, asking us- for about the one hundredth time -if we knew where her two weeks old sandwich was.

Patricia was watching some of those Saturday morning cartoons crap. The volume was down low. I smirked. Smart kid. I sat down next to her and she looked at me before returning her gaze to the 12-inch-screen TV. Ah, Tom and Jerry, a classic. Too bad she didn't know what the hell they were saying.
"Nice try kid. Nice try."

"Excuse me?"

"Nice try." I smiled, gesturing at the TV, "Pretending to watch TV and turning to down so low you could hear them talk about vampires. Very nice."

Her smile faded, "Oh…thanks"

"Angie." Kasumi whistled, "C'mere"

Angie? Since when did she think of that one?

I gave the kid a few more tips of advice (some she needed and some she didn't really need) "Never ever get the insurance extra bonus shit from the airlines. That's just a scam, 'kay?"

"Um, okay"

I stood up and shoved my hands onto my ever-so-deep coat pockets, playing and squishing with the silly putty I always hid there. Suckers, why did they always assume I did that because I was shy? Do I look fucking shy?
"What? Any fat guys die? Did Alec Baldwin do anything stupid? Did they find a cure for cancer, what? What's so important you tore me off with my lovely date with the TV, eh?"
I muttered, walking behind them.

Kasumi grimaced, King snorted and Abby grumbled.
I smiled. It does my heart joy to see them truly pissed off. Ah. The wonders of me.
Kasumi tapped a few keys,

"What do you see?" she said with a smirk.

"I see…a waste of time."

"No, Angelo," Abby started, "this is--"

"--a complete waste of my time--"

"What's the hurry--"

"--Xena is on--"

"--That's not important, what's important is--"

"--me watching Xena--"

"--you are so--"

"--Wonderful. I know."

Abby clenched her hands into fists and shook rather angrily.
"Gosh, are you okay? Do you need a doctor?" I held up my stethoscope and tapped her in the cheek with it.

King grabbed me and pulled me over to the other side, away from Abby, with my stethoscope, "That thing does not give you license to grope her, okay?"

"Oh yikes, no, I only grope women."

"Alright, that's it…do you want to hear this or not?" Kasumi snapped.

"No."
"Okay, I'll tell you anyway…" She sighed, "Remember Lucius?"

I snorted, mimicking her,"Do I remember Lucius?"

"So, that's a yes"

"Uh, nuh! It's a yes."

"Well, Lucius gathered some rather interesting information. According to him, vampires now have a new line of defense…or offense for that matter."

King furrowed his brow and folded his arms against his chest, leaning against the counter, "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying…Gabriel didn't exactly have a bite mark, now did he?" Abby tapped her bottom lip with an index finger.
"Some other creature. A demon?" she asked thoughtfully.

Eh? Demons? Every time they call me into one of their 'meetings' privately, that means I have to do something for them…if there's anything here with demons, then I'm out. Ouuuuttttt.

"Do you believe in curses Spencer?" asked Kasumi with a grin.
There. First thing you say to someone whose out.

"No."

"Well, you better start because you're dealing with one."

I laughed, "Your joking, right?"

"No…she isn't." Abby told me.

"Yes she is"

"Do you even know what she's talking about?" she snapped.

"I don't have to know to argue about it." I snapped back. There was a moment of silence, "Okay, so what the hell are you talking about?"

"Werewolves." King said with a groan.

"Ooooh." I laughed again then stopped, "What?"

The three of them just stared at me, mostly just Kasumi because so far, King and Abby over there were too busy giving each other the 'silent treatment'.

"What?" I repeated since no one was listening, "What the hell do we know about werewolves?" and then, I answered my own question before miss-know-it-all even opened her mouth. Nah-ha!
"Seriously guys, I hate to say it but we're not really an expert on this."

"Yes."

Nah!--huh?

"Yes as in, 'Yes, we shall quit trying' or 'Yes, you are right.'?" I asked.

"Yes…as in, we're going to need some help."