A/N: Hehehe. I'm not dead, real life likes to kick a person when they're down; that's all. And KimSha said aliens abducted my brain, Which could explain years of waiting and the no computer thing probably didn't help. Here it is, without further ado; if anyone even really cares anymore,

Chapter 4: Keep Your Past Out of My Present

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Angel lay lifeless on the factory floor, and Cordy was curled up in a ball, blood pooling from her head. She didn't know where Wesley or Nigel were, but that was the least of her problems. Kim was currently more focused on the crazed vampire with the newly sharpened sword coming at her.

"Soul Boy's down. Now it's just you and me, and of course my sexy boys." From upstairs Kim heard the doors of the factory office slam open. An extra set of fifteen vamps, all male, poured down from there and joined her and their boss into the lower levels.

As their feet touched the ground dust flew up into the air. The smell of coppery blood, mildew, and dust hit her. This was not going to be a good night. She lowered her stance preparing for the onslaught she knew would come. "Natasha, did you have to bite every boy band you met?"

Natasha smirked, a pointy fang hanging from her scarlet painted lips, "Just the aspiring ones." The sword struck out at Kim's head. She easily dodged it, but pain ran through her back as a vampire, flipping over her, slashed through her clothes and flesh with a set of metal claws as he landed behind her. He came at her again and a quick snap kick to his collar bone taught Edward ScissorsHands to rethink his move.

Kim came around with her elbow to crush his windpipe, he didn't need it, but she knew the pain would distract him from the savage backhand that snapped his neck. She knew that would have to do until she found some type of weapon to make them nothing but ash in the wind.

Before Edward Scissors Hands had even hit the floor another was on her, this one standing at six two with spiky blonde hair and way too lanky. He came at her from behind, a smart move for dealing with a normal person. But Kim was not a normal person.

She was a slayer.

Kim back flipped over his head landing on his spine driving both knees into him. They landed on the floor, hard. Her hands grabbed his head, fingers locking under the bone of his chin and one hand snagging the base of his neck. She threw her whole weight back and before the head in her hands was dust she was back on her feet.

Two down thirteen more to go, and of course Natasha; it would really be nice if Angel would get up right about now. She heard a slight groan and smiled, maybe her luck was starting to change.

Six hands came at her in three different directions. Maybe she spoke to soon. She was shoved face first into the ground and felt an abundance of weight thrown on top of her.

For a second she laid there in shock as they tore at her exposed back. Coming back to herself she got her knees under her and pushed up.

The three vampires went flying off in different directions. She scanned the room, looking for anything wooden and pointed or long and sharp she could use. From the corner of her eye she saw something glint off of the artificial light. Her body pumped as she ran towards one of the fallen vamps and used him as a stepping stone to leap over the small crowd.

"Why you running Kimmie?" Natasha's bad Russian accent asked as Kim landed lightly on to the concrete floor. She heard the gloat as the vampire continued, "Are you not the hero of this tale?"

"You know I heard most aristocrats try to stay away from the German bar slut look." Kim smirked at seeing that the glint was a forgotten chain from the old warehouse, not exactly what she hoped for but she could use it.

"Bar slut?" Natasha's beautiful round face contorted, and she was left fanged and bumpy fore headed. "Take out her small intestines!"

Kim dropped to the floor sliding under the first attack. Natasha's order gave the last thirteen vampires the go ahead to try to dog pile the small living girl. She reached the chain and brought it up to defend her self from their brutal attacks.

They were trying to tear her apart and doing a pretty good job at it. She fought back, every move was savage, she was fighting for survival and decided to throw all the organized and well planed moves Nigel drilled into her head out the window.

At some point the chain was lost impeded in a pile of ash of the fifth vampire she had dusted. Blood was dripping all over her body from various gashes and cuts. She had nine more vamps left and Natasha still hadn't moved from where she stood.

"You new slayers are so spunky. I think instead of killing you I'll turn you." She felt Natasha move behind her. Kim flung around trying to dodge the attack, but she was too tired and pain tore through her shoulder. She looked down to see the pointed end of a sword sticking out of her body.

"Oh crap."

Not really feeling like she was there, silently she watched the blade turn and tear the muscles of her shoulder. Natasha stepped into her view smiling, "Don't worry, after you are a vampire that will heal right up. So anything you want to say Little Kimmie?"

"Yeah, you should really consider Listerine." Kim's body flew with the impact. She hit the ground hard, her eyes glazing over. Maybe I should just let go, she thought. She felt the sword being ripped from her shoulder. Already lost the last good thing in my life. Darkness overtook her and all she could hear were the footsteps of the vampires coming near her.

It was a bit funny; the footsteps sounded like knocking. Like someone was banging on a door, no not a door, more like the wall right next to where a door should be. And for some reason they weren't stopping.

Her eyes snapped open and she was greeted with the sight of the electronically green numbers telling her it was eight seventeen in the morning. Glad to be from the dream, but pissed to be woken up she grudgingly pulled herself from her bed.

She walked from her room and into the short hallway leading to where her door use to be. Standing in the open area was Tommy. He was still handsome, and she realized she never got a chance to mention how much she liked the short spiky hair and goatee. "Tommy, why are you here so early?"

"Sorry, I had to really talk to you." He stepped in, "Late night?" For a few seconds she just stared at him. "Right, dumb question."

"You want coffee, breakfast or something?" She led him back towards her small kitchen and little round table.

"Coffee's good." He sat down at the table as she started the bubbly little black machine on her counter.

"So, what's up?" She slid into the seat across from him. He looked up at her; she's beautiful; even with eye crud at the corners of her caramel eyes. Her hair now fell to mid back with golden strands framing her face. He had no idea on how to speak to her now, so much had changed between them.

"Just wanted to talk."

"You already said that Tommy." The gurgling sound of her coffee maker slowed down to a stop and she got up to retrieve two fat mugs. He watched her as she meticulously poured the dark liquid into the mugs. "Just sugar, right?"

"Yeah, you still remember." She added the sugar to both cups and some cream to just one. Sitting down she handed him his mug. "What do you want to talk about Tommy?"

She took a slow sip from the heated liquid. "You have a really nice apartment."

"Thanks, its rent controlled." Sip.

"So you're staying?" Sip.

"Signed a six month lease; after that, I don't know. I'm definitely not going to England now." Sip.

"Yeah, guess you wouldn't." Sip.

"Heard Sunnydale is really nice in the fall, plus I'd get a lot of practice in." Sip.

"Yeah I guess, that's cause it's a, um…"

"Hellmouth." Sip.

"Oh." Sip.

"Or maybe I'll go to Cleveland. It's a Hellmouth too." Sip.

"Oh those places must be interesting." Sip.

Kim's cup slammed down on the table top spilling liquid down her hands and onto the oak top. "Tommy, can we stop the uncomfortable bull. We use to be able to do this."

"Do what?"

"Talk." Anger flashed in his eyes. "Yeah, well things change."

"Don't you get pissed at me. If you'll recall last night's events, I got screwed too."

"Then you know how I feel."

"Oh please, like you didn't bounce back pretty fast."

"Like you didn't!" Tommy's chair screeched across the tile as he jumped up. Kim looked up, her ex towering over her. She took two deep breaths before she locked eyes with him and answered.

"No, I didn't."

"For three years there hasn't been another guy?"

"Other than the bloodsucking, hates to tan type; no not really."

He slumped back down in his chair, "Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

"Kim?"

"Mmmm?"

"Sorry."

"Tommy?"

"Yeah?"

"Me too." Sip.

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The two ex-rangers circled one another, staring each other down. The desired object lay in the middle of the table. Aisha flipped her hair to the side, her battle stance in full effect. Rocky squinted, his eyes focused on his desire. "Desantos, you're going down."

"I will get it first, and you shall call me the almighty one." A hand flew out and snatched the remote from the coffee table.

"Hey."

"Trini, I was going to conquer that." Rocky looked at the original yellow ranger. She smiled at him as she continued to flip through the channels. Her smile enlarged as an all too familiar song came from the screen.

"Hey Zack come here." Zack came walking out of the back.

"What's up? NO! Turn it off!" All eyes turned to look at the hysterical man. Trini grinned as she turned up the volume, the oompa luumpa's singing blasted through the stereo system. "Aaggh, oompa luumpa's!"

He took a running leap trying to tackle Trini. Using his momentum she easily flipped him over her shoulder and onto the sofa. "Trini, please if you have any compassion, any mercy, you'll turn the evil off."

Aisha leaned forward, "You've fought hundreds of monsters, and you're scarred of a couple of midgets with bad fake rub on tans."

Trini giggled a little, "We went to Disneyland for an 8th grade fieldtrip. There were a couple of oompa luumpas there for some promotion thing. We had just gotten off of the matter horn, when we heard Zack screaming. I guess they decided to do a skit on him."

"Skit my ass, I'm telling you, it was attack of the oompa luumpas."

"Zack, how much damage could a short person do to a trained black belt?"

Zack looked up at Aisha; "Have you ever seen those things in action? They're quick."

Trini rolled her eyes, "He hasn't been the same since." Adam, Aisha, and Rocky laughed hysterically, while Zack went to unplug the TV. Just then Billy and Jason walked through the door.

Jason looked at the hysterical ex-rangers. "What's so funny?" Aisha managed to sputter through her laughing fit, "Willy Wonka just came on…"

Jason looked over to Zack, who was still trying to find the plug to the TV, "Dude, you have to get over that."

Zack glared at him as he yanked the plug from the multi socket. "Hey it was a traumatic experience, besides; aren't we here for the subject at hand, Tommy and Kim."

"You're right," Aisha sat down on the couch, "We have to figure out a way to get those two back together."

Trini's eyes rolled again, "We shouldn't get involved in that, they're adults now. They can handle their own problems."

Everyone else took seats around the living room, Trini moving over to let Billy sit next to her. Aisha pulling her legs up into Indian style went on acting as if she never heard the original yellow ranger, "So what are we going to do about these two?"

"They don't want any help getting back together." Rocky noticing her protest stared at Trini as if she had grown an extra head with matching appendages.

"Of course they do," he replied, "Why else would Kim have moved back?"

"Because impending dark forces are growing here and she's one of the few chosen to defeat them." She said slowly as if explaining to a frustrated three year old why they won't be going to Disneyland until the next year. "Not to mention," she said in the same patronizing voice, "She hasn't officially moved back."

Trini huddled into the couch sighing, this was going to be a long night. She knew these people and she knew they were hard-headed. She was going to have to work to get them to see reason; maybe she should have gotten more sleep the night before; instead of staying up and watching Adult Swim all night.

"Oh please Trini. Rocky's right; these two are destined for each other." For a second Trini thought she saw a glance of romantic rabid fan-girl flash across Aisha's face. Shaking of that disturbing thought Trini rebutted.

"If they're destined to be together than there's no point getting involved. They'll end up together on their own."

Adam stared at her from the recliner, "Sometimes destiny even needs a little help." Trini gapped at him for a few seconds before turning her stare to reliable level headed Jason.

"Jase, be the voice of reason here."

"Sorry, but I have to agree with the others. I love Tommy like a brother, but sometimes he needs a good hard smack in the right direction." Her eyes moved from him to her boyfriend.

"Billy, help me out."

"I'm sorry, but the probability that those two will work it out on their own is as likely as Adam duplicating his self from an engineered flavored gelatinous substance."

The group started at Billy, not fully comprehending. "I think I heard my name in there."

Trini rolled her eyes, again. Her corneas were getting a work out tonight. "He said it's as likely as Adam cloning him self from jell-o." Trini leaned over, breathing softly into her boyfriend's ear, "Remember that thing I was going to do later? You know, the one with the jell-o;" she sighed ruffling his hair, "Yeah, not going to happen."

Billy's face fell into a slight pout; while Jason, who over heard shivered in disgust. There was just things you didn't want or need to know about your closes friends. "And on that disturbing comment I'm going back to the original topic; Kim and Tommy."

Trini rolled her eyes, they hurt a little from over use, and decided to just sit back and watch the impending train wreck. Something was going to blow up, she just knew it.

Zack leaned forward from the couch, "What if we had a party and locked them in a closet for a few hours?"

Trini rolled her head back and sighed, "Tommy can break through bricks with his head, and Kim can lift a car with her pinky. Not to mention that you have to get two trained black belts through said door together."

"Point taken."

Aisha's eyes beamed as an idea popped in her head. "What about lots of tequila. It always works for those people on the Real World who hate each other."

Billy started to laugh out loud. "Yeah, except 90 of those lead in cheap sex, and painful confessions of fake pregnancies and STD checks in the morning."

Rocky looked over to the group "What about that little french restaurant downtown, he took her to when you guys were 17."

Zack stared back." Oh you mean the one where I gave Angela those ice queen pearls, and Kim and her both got frozen like margaritas on a Friday night."

Billy got up from the chair he was sitting. "I'm assuming she doesn't remember that fondly."

Zack got up to follow Billy into the kitchen "Hey I shelled out two paychecks for that meal. Now that I think about it Angela was really...

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SPOILED, that was what she was. She wasn't always like this. Sure her dad was rich and everything, but since she hadn't really talked to the guy since she was eleven; his status didn't affect her. The Council is what made her spoiled, they gave her everything. The cute lil' BMW she was driving, the private jet for demon hunting travel, and the black card; the wonderful American Express black card, that she alone got to use.

Kim knew why they were doing all this; they didn't want her to leave them. They were trying to prevent her from breaking off and doing her own thing, or go criminally insane. It was youngest child syndrome; they watched everything she did, but lavished her with the finest things around. That was why on that sunny Thursday afternoon she was in LA, shopping at a little boutique that Sarah Jessica Parker was spotted in just the week before.

Kim sat down in the massage chair as someone brought her the boots she adored in chocolate. Shopping was so relaxing. Looking out the glass doors, she saw a tall brunette looking through the windows with the most wistful look she's ever seen.

The overly bubbly blonde had returned, and her attention went back to her shopping experience. Kim slipped both heeled boots on with a small release of enjoyment; maybe she should've stayed in touch with her father.

Hearing a familiar noise, Kim glanced up to see the brunette grab her forehead in pain and fall forward into the window before sliding down to the ground. Instincts taking over she rushed out of the door; quickly followed by the boutique's employees. "Miss, you need to pay for those boots!"

Kim dropped to her knees next to the woman on the ground. Ignoring the blonde whining in her ears she checked the female's vitals. "Oh, good a strong pulse. Someone needs to call an ambulance!"

"Miss, those boots cost-" Kim cut her off with a glare that would scare apocalyptic demons to pause, it caused the woman to dampen her underclothing.

"Dial 911." She felt clammy fingers grasp her wrist, turning two pairs of brown eyes looked.

"She knows."

"Huh?"

"She knows you followed her."

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"Ok, the point of this activity is to use up the AmEx before Nigel and The Council cut me off."

Aisha snatched the black plastic from her grasp. "I've heard legends and myths about this card whispered around my world, but never in all my days have I thought to be able to hold one; let alone have a shopping spree with this holy grail."

"Did you pay your rent before this?"

"Yes Mother-Trini, as soon as I got dressed I paid up 'til the end of my lease." Trini nodded her head in maternal approval.

"Trini, now is not the time to worry," Tanya said throwing an arm around her fellow yellow ranger, "Now is the time to shop."

Kat stood to the side of the group, not really interacting with the others, just calmly smiling. Not noticing the slight abnormally Kim grabbed her card back and the five females walked further into the busy mall. "What do you wan to get first; clothes, shoes, furniture, a car?"

They all stopped to stare at her for a moment, then Aisha spoke up, "I wanted this blouse I saw at Macy's." Trini agreed, putting in her need for a new couch.

"Anybody else?"

Tanya looked at Kat, trying to prompt her with her eyes, into telling Kim about the sound system Zack burned out in her car the previous month. All she got was a calm smile in return, instead of the usual non verbal response.

"Tanya, you ok?" Aisha asked not use to the optical conversing.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

The shopping progressed for hours, each girl heading towards the food court with multiple bags and orders for deliveries later in the week. "You didn't get much Kat." Trini observed.

"Yeah," Aisha added, "usually your buying habits rivals Kim."

"I'm not that bad!"

Aisha gave her the look that is meant only for close friends. "Please last time we went shopping I saw the sales lady put in her order for her new hot tub after your new MasterCard was approved."

Kim sighed in remembrance, "Hey she earned that commission, and she still sends me a Christmas card every year."

Kat rolled her eyes, "People shouldn't focus that much on material things."

All eyes looked toward the blond. Kim's muscles tensed as she prepared to attack. Aisha's right eye started twitching, and Trini sat in dumbfounded shock.

Tanya put her hand on Kat's shoulder. "Kat are you feeling alright? Do you want to go to the emergency room?"

"I'm fine Tammy."

"Did you just call me Tammy?"

"Of course not Trisha. I'm going to get an iced chai. Anybody want?"

Aisha blinked for a second. "You hate iced chai."

"I never said I didn't like it, I just said it was an acquired taste."

'No. You're exact words were, and I quote 'How could anyone drink something that looks and tastes like blended diarrhea.'"

"Don't we live in a free country? Can't a girl change her mind once in a while?"

Kat walked sluttishly towards the chai bar, as the other girls finished their conversation. Tanya banged her hand on the table, "If she calls me Trisha one more time, she'll be removing my new Prada shoes from her ass."

Kim gasped, "Don't you dare hurt those innocent shoes. They did nothing but make your legs look good, and receive all those numbers from that football team that was passing through."

Tanya took a breath. "You're right I shouldn't have taken my anger out on the shoes."

Aisha smiled, "Ok but seriously. What the hell is she on?"

Trini looked at the blond girl waiting stiffly for her drink. " I don't know but whatever it is going to get her a free trip to the emergency room. All expenses paid."

Kim looked at her best friend, "Hey if you ask for Roberto he'll get you anything from McDonalds, if you buy him a number 2, and a coke."

"Anyways," Trini nodded blowing off Kim, "She's acting strange." She bent over digging through the contents of Kat's bag.

"You shouldn't do that Trini."

"Tanya, she called you Tammy, and look," she pulled out articles of clothing. "Black, grey, tan, and more black. I haven't seen so much black since I went through Zack's closet for his shirt size back in high school."

"Ok," Tanya said, "she usually jumps at free stuff, and she never even mentioned the sound system she needs. The girl can't stand starting her car without some music blasting. You really think something is wrong?"

Kim slammed her head into the table sighing, "Of course something's wrong. Something's always wrong."

"Kim, that's not nice," Tanya's eyes traveled from the petite brunette to the tall blonde returning to the table. As one the table made a conscious effort to effectively change the subject.

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"Her name is Natasha."

"So she's a vampire, just stake her."

Kim looked up at the brown haired woman sitting across from her. "Cordelia, if she was just a vampire; she'd already be dust." She sighed grabbing the cup of tea from the ex-watcher.

"Natasha Detrov, the slayer turned vampire. Yes we heard about her. She was an excellent slayer, could find vampires so easily."

"Well apparently she wasn't that great." Cordy mentioned just loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.

Wesley ignored her and continued, "The Council was told she was destroyed in 1913 by the current slayer."

"Well," Kim started, "three weeks ago she robbed the Orlando History Museum, blew it up, and tried to take a few of my appendages. I think someone was misinformed." She took a few sips from her tea.

"What she take?"

"I don't know; some star of elsa, salsa, El Salvador- something like that. I just figured if she went through all the trouble of stealing it and then coming here; it can't be good. Star of Eska, that's it!"

"Star of Eska?" Kim and Wesley locked gazes as Nigel and Angel walked into the room.

"It's amazing, a vampire with a soul. I read about it, but I never thought..."

"Will you stop looking at me like some kind of science project." Angel growled out.

Kim continued to stare at Wesley. Cordy looking between the two like a spectator at Wimbledon. "Wes, you got that end of the world look." The comment got Angel's attention and he rushed over to stand next to the little slayer.

"Are we talking about destroying the world?"

"Not exactly."

"Let me guess," Kim said holding up her hand, "Natasha's looking for world domination and a thousand years of eternal darkness."

"How'd you guess?" Wesley asked.

"Oh, Natasha just seems like the 'I want to own everybody type.'"

"Yes well, I better look into this." Wesley turned to leave, " I believe the star is Summeratin."

"The exhibit said Mesopotamian."

"Really?" Mild surprise etched on Wesley's face due to being corrected by a slayer. He continued out the door, grabbing Nigel on the way.

"Nigel isn't going to be much help." Kim put the cup down. " I don't know how many times I had to actually call the council for information."

"Really?" Cordy asked. "I thought watchers were suppose to be like walking libraries."

"Well apparently Nigel missed that seminar, I'm lucky if he can identify a demon without a days worth of research time."

Wesley winked back at Kim as he walked out the door, "Well not all watchers can be as up to date as I am."

Cordelia rolled her eyes, "Didn't Buffy fire you?" Wesley's face redden for a second and he scampered out of the room. Cordelia laughed quietly only to stop

at Angel's question,

"Didn't you want him?"

Tea flew across the desk as Kim coughed and sputtered the liquid out. "You had a thing for a watcher?"

"I was young and impressionable, and he has an accent."

"That is just so wrong in so many ways," Kimberly said getting up slowly. Cordelia rolled her eyes and gave a shrug leaving the two alone in the room. Kim walked closer to the window staring at the upcoming twilight. Angel came up behind her, standing in the shadows away from the small amounts of receding sun.

"Don't you just love sunsets?"

Angel smirked at the brunette in front of him "I don't know, there was something to be said about sunrises. The sun between my toes, the smell of burning flesh as I run screaming into the nearest shade."

A rare smile came over Kim's face "Sorry forgot about the whole erupting into flames thing." Both sat watching as the sun set over the horizon.

A look came over both their faces as memories came into their minds. Angel stared at Kim's delicate features as she continued to stare out the window. It reminded him of the times he sat and thought of Buffy.

"True love what a bitch."

Angel looked over at Kim "Unfortunately I know what you mean." Both sat at the edge of the desk in quiet defeat.

"Of course you do. As if saving the world weren't enough of a sacrifice, the fates decide to throw in the extra bonus of having a crappy love life. But hey look on the bright side at least the sex is good, when you can get it."

"I can remember."

"Oh, I'm sorry I forgot."

Angel gave her a look of annoyance, "Its ok."

"I mean not that there's anything wrong with it. I mean lots of men have that problem."

"What problem?"

"Its ok. Its pretty widely known. Not that there's anything to be ashamed of. I mean one would assume most of the undead would be eunuchs."

"I am not a eunuch!"

"I mean how can they get it up anyway. You know seeing as there's that whole lack of blood flow problem. I mean what keeps it up, rigormortis?" She said this all very fast.

Angel was left with his mouth hanging open, and his natural pale features some how turning a sick pasty color.

"So, did it hurt?" She glanced at him from the corner of her eye.

"What?"

"When you left her." Her voice sounding as though she was describing what she had for breakfast, "Did it hurt when you left Buffy?"

"Like dying for the third time," his eyes drifting to the receding light around her feet, "multiply by a thousand."

"Well as the representative for those being left, I have to tell you, it sucks."

Angel sighed. He had had this discussion with various other people, and it always ended with him defending the decision he had made.

"Look I did what I had to do. For her sake, I couldn't give her the things she needed. That she deserved."

"So what makes you the all high and mighty power that determines what she needs? The government decided she needed to be eliminated. Does that make them right?"

Angel's eyes widened at this, "What?'

But the brunette continued on, "Parker decided she would be a one night stand, and that was all she was. What about what Buffy wants, did anyone ask her? Maybe she would like to decide what she would like to do with her life. But no she's the slayer, she doesn't get to make any decisions that involve her life."

"Uhh Kim."

"Did she ask to be taken out of the Pan Global games to fight blood sucking fiends that get ash all over her favorite Minolo Blanicks. Did she ask for her boyfriend to break up with her for some blond haired, blue eyed ditz who has legs up to her belly button."

Kim stood and turned to look at Angel. For a second Angel felt his defenses go up, and had an urge to put as much distance between him and the angry woman.

"No she didn't, and you know why. Because of men like you who decided she couldn't slay and make choices about her life at the same time. Well here's what I think about all you men. You're all a big bunch of poo poo heads that think you know everything because you were equipped with one more small, and I mean SMALL appendage than us."

"Hey. One I've never gotten any complaints in that department, second watch it," he growled out.

Kim's hand shot up behind her, as she yanked an arrow from the air. The second scheming pass her and into the sternum of Angel. A beat of silence passed between the two. His chocolate gazed lowered down to the wooden shaft sticking out from his chest. "Why the hell do they always have to aim there?"

"Would you prefer it going into the heart?"

"No, but it still stings a little." Kim rolled her eyes as she reached over and gripped the shaft. She broke of the feathered end, and smiled at him.

"Well this is going to sting a lot." Pushing forward she shoved the arrowhead pass his ribs, nicking a lung; that thankfully he didn't need anymore, out to poking out the flesh of his back.

"Ouch."

"Almost done," she grabbed the arrow from behind, and with one clean pull yanked it from his body. "See, that wasn't so bad."

Angel's annoyance was easily seen through his eyes, but she chose to ignore it. Instead she started examining the arrow not covered in blood. She noticed a small roll of paper attached to the end. "They never heard of e-mail?"

Kim grimaced as she pulled open the note, "Ew."

"It's blood."

Kim shot Angel a dirty look, "Thanks for the input, between the smell and the color I assumed it was her lipstick."

Angel gave a half hearted smile, "Well are you going to read it, or just wait till they send another invite via my body?"

"Maybe when were done they can do something about removing the one from up you're a--"

"Kimberly!" Kim looked over at Wesley and Nigel standing in the door way with a disapproving frown on the face of her watcher.

"Sorry." A smile crept over her face, before a look of seriousness quickly replaced it.

"My precious Little Kimmie, at last we meet again, if you hadn't figured it out by now I am standing outside this building with my men surrounding you. Of course this is you we're talking about, and as we know you are not the brightest slayer among the three, thus the reason as to why I am sending this invitation. If you are ready to die along with that idea of what you call fashion, I shall see you. If not for every minute you waste I kill another innocent.

Your Future Murder,

Natasha

A smile flashed through Kim's face and the other four members of the room took a giant step back. Angel had seen this look once, and that was when Faith had completely gone insane. Kim's head angled in an odd way as she looked up at Angel. "I want the sharpest weapon you have and I want it now," she said softly.

Angel wanted to protest but the way her head snapped back when she looked at her watcher made him think twice. Eyes still on the petite girl he skirted out of the room.

"Call the council and see what you can do about getting me as much knowledge about her recent activity." Nigel ran, almost as fast as Angel out from her sight.

She reached out to grab the sharpest sword from Angel's hand as he came jogging back into the room. She smiled as anger flowed around her. "Let's kick her ass back to wherever she got that horrid accent from."

Kim led the assault as the slayer and the vampire's team walked into the alley. A twitch went through her eye as she looked down at Natasha.

"I could never see myself getting killed by someone who thinks that a corset looks good on that type of body."

Natasha glared at the girl, "Not all of us were born without boobs."

"Yeah, well not all of us look like a cheap Xerox of Xena, with bed hair to match."

"Bitch." Natasha tossed away her bow and cracked her knuckles, "Prepare to die under the wrath of Natasha."

"Wow, you know you have problems when you start talking about yourself in the third person."

"My biggest problem is you slayer. Are you ready to die?"

Kim's smile left her face. 'Let's do this."

An eerie silence came over the alley as the two women met eyes. Six more of her men came out of an abandoned warehouse, and Kim felt Angel and his team of two come up behind her, weapons in hand. Natasha smiled; the time to fight had begun.

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A/N: Now I go back into the darkness, to work on the next chapter. It'll most likely be longer and come out in less than two years. Hopefully.