Why didn't I kill them, Nemo asked himself as he entered an old warehouse. Maybe it was the fact that he did not want a vampire like Angel to be on his back the entire time he was supposed to be there. Knowing him, Nikon was on his way. Worse case of all… Mary could be on her way. He knew he could take the slayer vampire for a while. They would be pretty well matched when they were on their own. But if she was with Nikon and Angel, the odds did not favor him. He suddenly realized he had to take them out one by one. The worst thing he could imagine, was those guys, teaming up with the rouge slayer. That would mean fighting against a normal slayer, two soul possessed vampires and a slayer vampire who almost was old as he was. Not good. He had to find the rouge slayer fast. He had to do it before those good asses made it to the city of Angels. If he didn't he had to just head for the hell mouth and find Buffy. Either way, they would find out and cut him of. I knew I had to kill Angel there, Nemo thought to himself as he slumped down a bunch of crates. He smiled at himself as the sun went up. "Oh well", he said out loud. "I guess we will have to do this the old fashion way".
Angel reentered the sewers with a defeated look on his face. None of the local demon infested bars and clubs had seen the vampire. None of them had heard of him. In these moments is when he felt his conscious get to him. He had screwed up in the past and now it was hunting him. He smashed his fist in the brick wall. He knew why he was here. His knowledge in the past had put in him in spaces no one dared to be put on.
This new demon was looking for slayers blood. He had a good reason for it too. Any slayers blood was like the fountain of youth for any vampire. It gave him strength and power. It gave an edge to the vampire who fed of the slayer. Nikon was proof of that. The only difference between him and other beasts, was that he cared for the slayers.
Angel smiled at himself as a new thought entered his mind. Buffy had helped him before. That made him different as well. Buffy´s blood had not only cured him from Faith's poison, but it made him stronger than most vampires. But could that help him if he confronted Nemo face to face. He hoped so. Demons around the world had spoken. Never has the blood of a slayer has been so craved than Buffy´s. Few had reached that hard demand. It was obvious Buffy was more powerful than any of the other slayers that have walked this earth.
A shudder went up the good vampire's spine. If Nemo drank from Buffy the way he should. It was only possible he would become one of the most powerful vampires that has ever existed. He had to stop that. At all cost.
Nemo smiled and looked at his three victims. They were right where he wanted them. On the verge of life and death. Holding on for deer life, yet to weak to defend themselves. One was a young man in his twenties. He had caught him heading out of a gym. His body seemed strong. Healthy. That is what a vampire searches for all the time.
The other unfortunate person was a young teenager. A young soul on the verge of knowing herself. A good schoolgirl. A innocent being caught in the line of fire in the raging war between good…and evil… And his hunger.
The last victim was a member of the L.A. aristocracy. Could have been an actor or a lawyer. It did not matter. He was filthy rich. Nemo guessed it was the snob in him that searched for these types of people.
"Well", Nemo said with a confused tone. "I am already full, and if I abandon you right now, you will die eventually. So the question really is what the hell am I going to do with you". His mouth curved into his ice-cold cruel smile. "I got it".
Angel paced Cordelia's house worriedly. Night would fall upon the cursed city in a few hours. With any luck, Mary would make it in ten to fifteen hours. Until then, he had to hunt this vampire down. Angel headed towards Cordelia's bookcase where he kept his weapons for the time being. He was not going to stay here until this vamp committed a crime far worse.
"Wesley", Angel called out. "I am leaving. If Mary calls, tell her to come here".
"Where are you going?", the watcher asked.
"To kill an old friend", Angel responded without looking back as he stepped out the door.
Angel could smell this guy's moves as he entered an old warehouse. He could smell spilled blood all over the place. He walked towards the room where the smell was much stronger. As he approached, the stench felt worst. Suddenly he felt a small drip on his shoulder. A drip of warm blood. He slowly looked up and stepped back covering his face.
Three humans had been hanged upside down from the ceiling. Their skin had been removed completely revealing their human flesh to the whole. Their eyes had been popped out held only by the thin nerve muscles that connected them to their brain.
Angel looked at the wall next to the victims. The humans' blood marked it. It was still fresh. The words were simple and clear, and instead of scaring of the immortal, it made his mouth water. He desired blood. His killer instincts were taking over.
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