"What was that?", Angel asked as he looked at the ceiling.

I stooped the recording and looked up. I heard someone upstairs. A heart pumping, blood flowing human. His breathing was steady. His footsteps were light. From the breathing and the heart rate, the human was very calm.

I slowly got up and headed towards the elevator while Angel headed towards the staircase. He than signaled me that the individual was making his way down very quietly down the stairs. I slowly walked towards Angel's direction. That was when a shadow appeared before us. Before it could react Angel and I were already upon him. The shadow screamed in surprise and pulled out a large sword from his back. At that moment he was tackled by Angel. I jumped on top to make sure the human did not escape. Than I saw his face. I was surprised to see him here. Angel looked at the man before him and released his grip. "Steve", Angel said dryly.

"It looks like I interrupted a reunion of some sort", the man said as he stood up and picked up his blade. "It hurts no to be invited".

I shook my head and looked at Mary. From the looks of it, only a nuclear explosion could bring her back to reality.

NOTE.

Let me make a parenthesis to explain our knowing of this being.

Steven or "Stefan Sigfried" as many historians know him, is a warrior like no person has ever known. He is in the world for that purpose. To fight against others like him. They are true immortals as I prefer to call them. They are as old as the slayer in mythical sense. They never age and cannot be killed except by cutting of their heads. Once their heads are cut, their power called "quickening" or something like that is inherited to the immortal that took the head. If no immortal cut the head off, the quickening is inherited by the closest one to the victim.

Steven is to date a 400 year old immortal. I met him around the time when he first knew he was an immortal. To that date, I had only met two of his kind. Since their origin is unknown even to them, I just made one mention of these creatures in my entire writings. Other writers are in charge of these guys.

Angel met him a few years after his soul was restored. The guy was ok. But when it came to battle, he took everything seriously. If there was another being besides the slayer and Angel that I trusted, it would be this immortal. Of all the power he had absorbed, only one comes to mind.

I held Mary's hand as we walked on the deck of the luxurious ship. It was a cold night that day. We were over the North Atlantic watching the night sky when Angel approached us. He seemed somewhat worried. "I have a bit of a problem", Angel said.

"What is it?", I asked as we continued our stroll.

"Nothing I can't handle", Angel said as he looked behind his back. "I will see you when we reach America". After those last words were said , he strode away.

"Do you think we should help him?", Mary asked as she looked at her friend walk away.

"He said he will handle it", I said as I hugged the lovely brunette from behind. I slowly started kissing her neck. We than turned our attention to the sea. I heard Mary start humming a soft tune. At that moment I turned my attention on a group of passengers heading our way. That is when I saw him. Steven walked rapidly among the small crowd. He looked worried. His eyes lit up when he saw us.

"There is someone in this ship", Steven said. "He is around 700 years old".

"Where?", I asked. "Do you need help".

"I will meet him in the cargo decks", Steven said. "I need you down there just in case something goes wrong".

"We will be there", Mary said.

"You have nothing for humans in this fridge", Steven said as he searched the ice box. "There is only blood".

"A vampire lives here", I said as I sat down again and grabbed the tape recorder. "What did you expect?"

Angel shook his head disapprovingly as he watched Mary. She slowly came down on top of the bed. She closed her eyes tight and stretched her slender body. She than sniffed the air around her. "Nikon!", she exclaimed as she walked over to me. "You have been smoking". I closed my eyes as she approached me. She got me. She slowly smelled my entire being. "Do not expect me to kiss that filthy mouth of yours". Saying that she walked towards one of her bags and pulled out a towel. She than headed towards the bathroom slamming the door behind her. We all looked at the closed door. Before any of us three guys in the room could say anything, the door opened and out came the female vampire. She walked towards the four hundred year old warrior. She kissed him on the cheek. She than walked back to the bathroom slamming the door again.

Steven smiled as he looked at me. "Someone is going to sleep in the dog house tonight".

I threw the tape recorder at him which he instinctively caught. "Shut your mouth", I said as I slumped down on the chair.

"You know what you need", said Steven as he walked towards me. "You need to get out. Feel free. Enjoy the nightlife with your friends. You work to hard". I frowned as I looked at the immortal. "I mean", Steven continued. "Even Angel agrees with me". Angel was about to say something when Steven walked up to him and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. "See".

The bar was crowded that night. A variety of demons were gathered. I still felt bad about Mary. She wasn't to happy when I told her I was going out with the guys. She expects us to talk things out. This has been going on for more than 2000 years. At that moment I gulped down my drink and looked around. Steven and Angel looked at me with mocking eyes. "See", I said. "This is what happens when you are committed to a relationship for more than 2000 years".

"Don't you have breaks?", Steven asked.

I smiled. "We do actually", I said. "Every 200 years".

Angel shook his head disapprovingly. "I am not even going to drop my two cents on the issue".

Steven looked at his friend. "That is why we let you hang around with us kiddo", Steven said. But Angel was not paying attention. He was watching four guys that entered the demon polluted place. They seemed to be together and were heading towards the stools. "What?", Steven asked.

"They are old friends", Angel said. "Wait here".

Steven shrugged and gulped down the glass of beer in front of him. He than looked at me directly in the eyes. "I know you are wondering why I am here?", Steven asked.

"The thought had crossed my mind", I said. "You disappear for almost a hundred years and suddenly here you are. I knew you did not die when the ship sank. And you had enough gained power to make it to America".

"After I reached America", Steven started. "I laid low. And that is when I met this girl. A slayer"

"What!", I asked somewhat amazed. "Who!"

"Her name is Katarina", he said.

"I know no slayer with that name", I said.

"You don't know this slayer", Steven said. "Because she hasn't been born yet".

I looked at him with confused eyes. "Destiny has written our paths", the immortal started. "She is a girl born in Limbo because of numerous factors She is the daughter of another slayer. A powerful one. Her name is…", he looked around and whispered the name in my ear.

I almost spit the drink I had in my mouth. "WHAT!", I yelled.

All of the sudden I heard a grunt. I looked up and saw Angel battling with the four vampires that had entered the establishment. I wanted the conversation to go on. But at that moment Steven shut himself up from me. He pulled out his sword and swung it in deadly arcs. It was like the good old days.