AN: I have returned! Once again this chapter is un-beta'd and all mistakes are mine. *Hangs head and shrugs* I guess I have to start looking for a beta, but I don't know where to start! lol, Anyways.... I want to thank all of those that reviewed, added this story to their subscriptions, and Favorited this story! I give you thanks and bow down to you. Some of you are questioning some out of character things, I'm here to let you know that this is all part of my plan! Everything will be explained and you'll be pleasantly surprised! Oh and this story is a result of me and my friends collaborating and brainstorming ideas on introducing characters of our own creation into the Buffy-verse!

AN (2): I want to pimp out a favorite story of mine called "NCIS: Bite Mark" which is a bad-ass story! It's by Krynnalexia who is an awesome writer and a sweetheart! Trust me, her story is unique and witty and it's a crossover between Angel and NCIS. Now before you shoot this story down, just give it a chance. She captures all the NCIS and Angel teams perfectly. Also, I want to send another shout out to Angel's Blue Eyes Girl! Man Jenna has a some awesome stories have you have to check out! She literally got me into the "Vampire Diaries" and I'm a big fan of Damon/Elena! I'm surprised myself because I'm usually a Buffy/Angel(us) fan! So this is different!

Okay, enough with my ramble here lol, on with the chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel. I just own my characters!

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Valley Hermoso, Tamaulipas, Mexico -
April 1963

"Mijo, have you packed up everything already?" A mother said to her son.

"Si mama, I have everything packed up. Where's Jorge and Francisco? I want to say adios to them," the son said.

"Jorge is in his room and Francisco is next door con Sarai and his son," the mom said. Her son nodded and turned back to the kitchen to finish the meal that she was packing up for her son.

The son walked through the dining room and living room and walked to the back of the house. He turned to the first room and saw his brother watching Looney Tunes. He looked at the cartoon for a few minutes, silently laughing at the antics of Bugs Bunny, then turned to his brother. His brother looked up and noticed his oldest brother was ready to leave.

"It's time?" He asks quietly.

The older brother nodded and helped his younger brother up. "I'll miss you Jorge. I'll make sure to write every week."

"It's okay Jesus, just try when you can. It's better if you call also, you know that the phone companies are adding long distance to the phones," Jorge said with a small smile.

Jesus shook his head in amusement and extended his hand out. Jorge ignored the hand and embraced his brother in a brotherly hug. After a few seconds they let go and Jesus turned to leave the room, but Jorge stopped him and signaled to wait. He walked over to his dresser and retrieved a small black pouch. He opened it and got out a long silver chain with an intricate designed cross hanging on it. Jorge turned to his brother and handed him the chain.

"It's been blessed by the padre and it's for, you know," Jorge said awkwardly.

Jesus nodded and put the chain on. Once in place, he felt the cross and felt calmer and peaceful than before. "Thank you hermano, I'll be seeing you," Jesus said. He then turned and left the room.

Once at the front of the house, he hugged his mother one final time and accepted the small lunch bag that his mother made for him. "I love you mama, and I'll visit when I can, call, write, or whatever." His mom laughed and kissed his cheek, "Be careful and watch out for you know."

Jesus nodded, grabbed his bags and walked out of the house. He walked down to the driveway and saw that his dad and his other young brother Francisco standing next to his car. His father nodded in respect to his son and walked to the garage. Francisco hugged his brother and slipped him a box of condoms. Jesus looked into his pocket and pulled out the box and laughed.

"Hey make me proud, ese. I want to be the only one here with a kid," Francisco said in amusement.

Jesus put the box into his bags and fished the keys to his black 1963 Chevy Corvette Stingray out of his pockets. He opened the trunk of the car and put his bags in, but he put the lunch bag in the front seat. He closed the trunk and walks over to the driver's side. He looked at his brother and nodded in his direction and climbs into the car. He starts the car up and pulls out of the driveway. With one last look at his house, he takes off to his new destination.

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Two Days Later,
Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico

Jesus pulled into a nice apartment complex near the downtown section of the city. He looked around and grabbed his bags out of the back of his car and walked to the front office.

The bell hanging over the door jingled, signaling the office attendant to look up from her magazine. She smiled at the handsome man coming inside, trudging bags with him. She discreetly checked him out—his light brown eyes, shaggy black hair, tall stature, and the air of confidence he gave off, oh yeah he was handsome alright. Jesus sat the bags down on a sofa and turned his attention to the attendant. He flashed a tired smile to her and walked over to the counter.

"I called a week ago here for an apartment," he said.

The attendant shook off her momentary daydream, nodded and walked over to a filing cabinet next to the desk. "What's your name?" She asked Jesus without looking up.

"Jesus Prado," he said while looking around the small office.

She nodded and quickly found his file. She returned to the desk and opened the file. A pair of keys glinted brightly in the sunlight that was streaming in through the windows. The attendant took out a few papers and passed them over. "Sign where the X's are at and I'll need your first month deposit," she said.

Jesus took out his wallet and handed the attendant the money and signed the papers. The attendant took back the papers and placed them back in the folder. She then took out a map of the apartment complex and circled an area and handed the map to Jesus. "Follow the map your apartment. Your apartment number is 24B." She then handed Jesus the keys and replaced his file back into the cabinet.

Jesus smiled and went to pick up his bags. He added the keys to his keychain and picked up his bags. He found the building where his apartment was located, was close by and within walking distance. He made the short walk to his apartment and smiled that it was located on the second floor. Jesus trudged his way up the stairs easily, unlocked the door, and went inside the apartment. He looked around at the simple furnishings of the apartment and decided that it was enough for him. The single apartment was big enough to be called a bachelor pad, but still gave him privacy when he wanted it. He walked into the bedroom and looked at the full-size bed and placed his bags on the bed.

He sat down on the bed and gazed out the window. Jesus noticed the sun was beginning to set and the moon was starting to catch the sun's rays, making it visible to the city. He sighed and closed his eyes as he felt something inside him trying to bubble to the surface. Years of practice still didn't prepare him for the initial darkness trying to break free.

Breathing heavily, Jesus stood up and stumbled his way out of his bedroom and apartment. He ran to the parking and quickly made his way over to his car. He tried to control his breathing and made the mistake of looking up to the quickly darkening sky. The moon was unnaturally big and full, glaring her ethereal rays down to the city. Jesus fell down to the ground and growled unnaturally. He felt for the chain around his neck and ran a finger over the cross. Jesus felt the calming aura of the silver around his neck and started to breath normal. He stood up from the floor, calmer, but all his senses where heightened.

He knew what he had to do and smiled as he remembered the reason why he chose to live in this apartment. Around 3 blocks away was one of the largest cemeteries in Monterrey and Jesus had to sate the bloodlust in him. The werewolf in him demanded to be let out, but Jesus wanted to let it out around evil.

He jumped into his car and speed off towards the cemetery. Once he saw the cemetery, Jesus parked the car close by the entrance and locked it up real tight. He stuffed his keys in his pockets and walked into the cemetery.

He used his heightened sense of sight, hearing, and smell to detect any humans nearby so they wouldn't be in danger of his wolf side. Jesus kicked up and jogged towards the middle of the huge cemetery, jumping over tall tombstones with practiced ease. He ran silently, blending into the shadows till he almost seemed like he was being carried by the gentle breeze blowing into the dark, shadowy area. Jesus slowed down to a stop and jumped back into a shadow of a mausoleum. He took off his tee shirt, shoes and socks, but left on his jeans. He took a deep breath—and picked up the familiar scent of something supernatural. Jesus closed his eyes and let a cold smile appear in his face. Once he opened his eyes, his normally brown eyes glowed golden in the moonlight and he let his wolf side take over.

The vampire that Jesus scented walked over to where he smelled the human and was shocked to his core at what he saw. For a second he saw a human, but then the human got taller. Dark black hair was growing quickly on the human's arms, face, and torso—muscles were enlarging and expanding all over his body. The human's face turned into a snout, extending out—with incredibly sharp, looking teeth coming down. His ears extended upward and tilted to the back. His hands and fingers grew larger and longer, with claws extending out. Jesus' pants ripped with the expanding muscles and his feet grew larger, with his ankle extending upwards. The vampire froze with shock and awe at the sight of seeing the human transforming into a werewolf.

Before the demon could make the decision to run away, the werewolf leapt on him—attacking with claws and teeth. The vampire shifted into his game face and tried to kick Jesus off of him. The werewolf chomped down on the vampire's left shoulder and held on as the vampire tried to kick him off. Jesus then used all his strength and jumped up with the vampire still in his jaws. The vamp kicked, punched, scratch with all his might to get free, but it only caused Jesus to bite harder. Jesus' powerful jaws managed to snap a few bones in the shoulder of the vampire, causing the demon to growl and roar in pain. Jesus slammed the vamp on the wall of the mausoleum, stunning the demon with the force. The vamp tried to stumble up to a standing position, but Jesus rammed his claws into the vampire's chest. The vamp gurgled with the blood pooling up into his throat, but didn't see Jesus lowering his jaws into his neck. The werewolf ripped out the vampire's throat with brutal strength—then used his claws to rip off the head. As the vampire crumbled into dust, Jesus howled in victory to the full moon—letting all the demons and vampires know that the city of Monterrey was his new hunting grounds.

Jesus sniffed the air and didn't pick up any more demonic scents and reverted back to him human form with ease. He looked at the tattered remains of his pants, but he was thankful that his goods were still well hidden. As he was putting on the rest of his close, he didn't see the pair of striking blue eyes following his every movement. Even if he could, he would have to see far away to actually see them. As Jesus left, the owner of the blue eyes came out of her hiding spot and just looked at the retreating form of the werewolf. She put her stake into her back pocket and walked out of the cemetery. All the way, she was replaying the slaughter of the vampire by the werewolf, but what shocked her was the way the werewolf turned back into his human form. From all that she's read in watcher's diaries and books about werewolves, they weren't suppose to change back until the morning hits. But this werewolf was unlike anything she's seen before. Boy, did her watcher have a surprise in store for him.

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May 1963

Jesus fell into a good routine. He got a good job working with a recording studio for up and coming singers and was quickly gaining recognition. He would work closely with singers and their bands on what kind of music, notes, beats, lyrics, and style they would play. His bosses would send him to Mexico City, the capitol of the nation of Mexico to do business there. He also went into the city of Houston, Texas in the United States to help out in another recording studio.

Jesus was filling out paperwork in the front of the studio when he heard the door open. The first thing he noticed was the heavenly scent that engulfed the room. Sure he could smell scents, but he trained himself to ignore them—but this scent broke down that defense fast. The air was filled with the scent of vanilla, coconut, and of a woman. He slowly looked up and his brown eyes landed on the most striking blue eyes he's ever seen—and time slowed down. Jesus couldn't help himself and quickly looked her over. She had a golden tan, long dark brown hair that shone brightly in the sun. She seemed to convey an aura of confidence, beauty, wisdom, and compassion. She had on simple, yet elegant white sundress that showed off her gentle curves. She carried a small white purse with her that made her seem innocent, but her stance said differently. She was petite, probably only standing at 5'4. Once he locked back onto her eyes, Jesus stood up to his full 6'1 height, but found that his brain and thoughts turned to mush.

He could see in her eyes that she found it extremely amusing in seeing Jesus squirm, but still held that look of appraisal that Jesus was still holding her gaze. Time sped back up as the woman approached the counter. She flashed him the most dazzling smile he's ever seen, causing Jesus to smile shyly.

"Hi, my name is Mariana and I'm looking for my uncle," the dashing brunette said in a surprising American accent. Jesus immediately knew this beauty was from the US, but he also knew she was Chicana.

Jesus shook off his stupor and tried to regain his brain mush back into a solid—except it was nearly impossible because she kept that now near sensual gaze on him. "Um, I'm J-Jesus. W-What's y-y-your uncle's n-name?" He managed to stutter out. English wasn't hard for him—he studied English when he was in college, but he still spoke with a hint of a Mexican accent. But this girl nearly made him loose all his years of studying and speaking English. Never before was he this embarrassed.

Mariana's smile got brighter as she heard the stutter in the handsome man's voice. Her breath was equally taken away as she looked back at Jesus. Deciding to have a bit of mercy to Jesus, she managed to make her smile friendly.

Seeing her demeanor change from predatory to friendly, Jesus managed to regain his senses just before she spoke. "His name is Jose Hernandez. He's an executive producer here," she spoke again with that heavenly voice.

"Oh yeah, I know him. Let me get him on the phone for you," Jesus replied back. He picked up the phone next to him, and was a bit surprised that his hands were shaking. A woman never had this powerful effect on him. Taking a deep breath, he dialed the number and waited for Jose to pick up.

Mariana went back to ogling the handsome Jesus. She looked at his shaggy brown hair that she, for some unknown reason, longed to run her fingers through. The pouty lips that seemed to yell out to her 'kiss me, I'm tasty!' she was just barely holding herself back from getting such a taste. He was dressed in a tan casual suit. His tan coat was buttoned, but she could that his white button-down shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a strong, tanned, chest. But the thing that caught her attention more was his eyes. She saw wildness in his eyes that she knew could be reflected in her own. His eyes seemed to show his emotions. She was brought out of her eye-buffet when Jesus shook the phone in front of her.

"Miss, are you okay?" He asked. Mariana jumped slightly and looked into his amusing eyes. She smiled sheepishly and took the phone. She then quickly put her head down to hide her oncoming blush.

Jesus just smiled and looked back to his paperwork to give Mariana some privacy. After a minute of chatting, Mariana passed the phone back to Jesus.

"Yes sir?" Jesus said respectfully. Her uncle was one of the most respected producers in the city and Jesus admired him.

"Mira mijo, my niece Mariana is going to be living with me for a year. You can have the rest of the day off, I'll clear it with your jefe. Show her around the city and then drop her off at my house at 10, okay?" Jose instructed Jesus.

"Esta bien senor. I'll show her around," Jesus noticed the flash of excitement flare up in Mariana's eyes and Jesus couldn't help but grin. Jose grunted over the phone and hanged up—muttering something about 'pendejo composer.' Jesus looked at the phone and shrugged before hanging it up. He looked back to Mariana's sparkling eyes and smiled at her. "It seems like your uncle wants me to show you around the city, so give me a few minutes so I can get my bag." Mariana nodded and watched Jesus walk to the back. She reached into her purse and sighed silently and sadly. Her fingers ran over the small silver blade that was next to her stake.

For the past week, Mariana's been following Jesus. Ever since she saw him in the cemetery in his werewolf form, she hasn't been able to get her mind off of him. But she had to go back to Houston the day after. So she cause so much trouble at home that he parents sent her to live with her uncle for some time till she matured more. For the past week, she's been staying at a hotel, just following Jesus' habits. The day before, she called her uncle Jose and told him her living situation and he took her in. Now she was here to determine if Jesus is evil or not.

Luckily, her watcher was a weathered, British man by the name of Merrick that was able to see the grey areas in the fight against good and evil. She knew that he trusted her judgment in determining to good and evil beings. She was shaken out of her thoughts when Jesus walked out from behind the counter.

"Are you ready to go?" He said with a gentle smile.

Mariana smiled and nodded at him. Jesus followed her out and led her over to his car. Mariana admired the Corvette's pristine condition and beautiful interior. Jesus checked the time and then opened the door for her. She smiled at his chivalry and settled into her seat. Jesus then jogged over to his side of the car and slid in. He started the car up and glanced at Mariana. "So where to first?"

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The Corvette was parked on a hill that overlooked the entire city of Monterrey in the late afternoon. The city was surrounded by mountains and beautiful scenery that the setting sun made even more beautiful. The city itself seemed almost like a bowl shape with the way the terrain looked, but everyone who lives or lived in the city knows/knew that the city was anything but. It was an ever expanding city that was deep in culture and Jesus loved the city. Every day at sunset, he would drive up to this hill and look at the entire city. From the hill, he could see the famous mountain in the middle of the city called Cerro de la Silla.

This time it was different because he brought Mariana to share in the breathtaking view of the city at sunset. He got out of the car and walked around to open the door for Mariana. He held his hand out and Mariana took it. As soon as their hands touched, they both gasped at the electric feel from the innocent gesture. Mariana and Jesus stared deep into each other's eyes.

The whole day was fun and they both got to know each other more. They went out to each at small food stands and ate dishes with tacos de cabrito. Jesus showed Mariana the culture of the city. They went to sections of the city that had Norteño music playing. They danced along with other people that were dancing. They day was good for them.

Now they were standing face-to-face, the setting sun reflected on their eyes. "You never answered my question," Mariana suddenly asked quietly, not wanting to entirely destroy the moment.

"What question is that?" Jesus asked while he started to get closer Mariana.

Mariana also took a step closer to Jesus, almost as if she was drawn to him, "How old are you?"

Earlier in the day, Jesus found out that Mariana was a determined woman. He managed to get her to reveal her age in a powerful tickle attack that left her breathless, but she didn't know how to get him to reveal his age. She just thought to annoy him till he told her—he never broke though.

"21, I'm 21 years old. I thought I told you," he said with a smile playing on his lips. Mariana smiled and leaned slowly to Jesus' lips. Their lips met with a fiery passion. It started gentle at first, but at the first touch of their lips, fireworks exploded behind their eyes. They pulled each other close and were swept away by the passion that had ignited in throughout the day. Mariana gently ran her tongue across the seam of his lips and he immediately parted them to allow her to explore. He quickly then took control of the kiss as her tongue met his in an erotic dance that had her whimpering.

All the thoughts of Jesus being evil went right out the window. She could see his gentle spirit reflected in his eyes and she somehow knew that he was a good person. He somehow was able to control the beast within him and use that side to fight evil. In the week that she followed him, he only wolfed out once and he managed to kill a couple of vampires that he stumbled upon—yet the full moon wasn't out!

They pulled back once oxygen became an issue and both opened their eyes and noticed they were both glazed over. Because of his slightly heightened senses, Jesus was able to scent Mariana's arousal—and that was driving his wolf side wild. He breathed shakily and she continued to stare into his eyes with that glazed look. The slayer in Mariana felt the wolf in Jesus wanting to mate and demeaned to be let out, but Mariana was trying to beat her urges back.

They both leaned back towards each other, only to jump back at the sound of real fireworks exploding in the air. "Cinco de Mayo celebration," Jesus said while chuckling slightly. Mariana giggled and buried her face in his chest. Jesus wrapped his arms around her and was content on just holding her. They didn't even notice the moon lighting up the new night sky.

"I have to get home soon," Mariana said after a moment of silence—though she wanted to stay with him. Jesus sighed in disappointment, but understood that she had to get home. She felt him nod and then they both walked back to the car.

Once inside, they took off back towards the city, happily enjoying the comfortable silence. Since Jesus drove like speed racer, he managed to clear the city and arrive at her uncle's house ten minutes before 10 pm. Mariana sighed softly, but then felt a piece of paper being placed in her hand. "It's my number. You can call me whenever you w----" Jesus managed to say right before Mariana launched herself at him and gave him a breathtaking kiss. Once they broke apart, Jesus was internally beating down him arousal for her—it was too soon to indulge in carnal pleasure. Even though he wanted to.

"I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" She said, startling his concentration on beating his arousal to submission.

"Yeah okay," he responded—his voice dripping with sex. Mariana clenched her legs together to try and put pressure on the sudden ache between her legs. She smiled and then slowly left the car. Jesus watched as she closed the door, blew him a kiss and a wave, and then went inside the house.

He turned his attention to the street and breathed heavily. I need to kill something, he mentally told himself. He then gunned the powerful engine down to the nearest cemetery.

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Three Days Later

Houston, Texas

Jesus rolled into the city of Houston once again—the moon high above the sky gave the city a welcoming glow. He drove to the Magnolia Hotel in downtown Houston, since he was going to spend the night. His boss sent him to the city once again to help sign a contract with a major up-and-coming Norteño singer. He sighed in happiness as he recalled he last three days. Mariana came in a quickly took over his mind and life. The brunette beauty was a sassy girl, yet she was the gentlest soul he's ever had the honor of meeting. She single handedly manage to soothe the wolf in him without her ever knowing, yet she was still mysterious. They spent all their free time together—just going out to the clubs for a night of dancing, to eating at all sorts of restaurants.

So he was quickly wanting to get this trip over with to return back to his honey. He exited off the freeway and pulled into a gas station to fill up. As soon as he got out of the car, Jesus groaned to himself as he picked up the familiar scent of a vampire. He knew it was going to seem a bit strange, but Jesus sprinted over to gas station and went inside. "Is there a cemetery nearby?" He blurted out to the few patrons and the cashier inside.

The cashier frowned, but nodded to Jesus. "Yeah, there's one about two blocks away. Just go to the second light on Jackson Street and then turn left on Polk Street. It's going to be on your right hand side." Jesus shouted thanks as he ran back to his car. The patrons and the cashier just shook their heads and muttered something about hippies.

Jesus jumped into his car and sped off to the directions given to him. He pulled up to the cemetery and parked outside the gates. He reached into the backseat and pulled out a metal box that contained some stakes and a bottle of holy water. As soon as he got ready, Jesus jumped over the gate with ease and jogged into the cemetery. Jesus used his sense of smell and incredible eyesight to look for the vampire. He caught sight of the vampire walking around in confusion. Jesus tilted his head and saw that the vampire was barely born and he smirked. Jesus used his natural stealth and sneak behind the vampire. Unaware, the vampire was surprised to feel a sharp pain in his back, but was soon replace with calmness. The vampire crumbled around into dust and Jesus just shook his clothes to lose any dust. As he made his way out, Jesus didn't see or smell the true vampire that caught his scent. But the vampire managed to catch Jesus' scent—which contained the unique scent of the slayer.

The vampire Jamsal smiled and a plan began formulating in his mind.

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Sunnydale, California

December 1999

An hour after the fight

Doyle walked slowly down the lonely streets of Sunnydale. The moon was high in the sly, casting an eerie glow throughout the town. Back in LA, the streets would've been filled with people still, and the occasional demon that tried to blend in with society. Must be those army blokes, he mused to himself. Doyle didn't want to admit it, but the entire town felt a bit too eerie—way more than some places in LA.

He glanced around and noticed the Sunnydale Movie Theater still had some people there. Doyle reached back into his pockets and found the slip of paper he was looking for. Looking at the addresses of the street he was on, he looked down to the address written on the paper. Doyle stopped as he saw a flight of stairs leading down to a door. Beyond that, Doyle could hear the raucous laughter of jubilant patrons. He could also pick up the odd smells emanating from the bar.

Doyle glanced around once again to make sure it was all clear, and let his inner demon out. Doyle felt a bit weird, but figured to get the information he needs, he would put up with his demon side. He walked down the stairs and stood at the door—contemplating if whether or not he should kick the door down, or gently walk in. He chose the lesser of the two and walked into the bar. His senses were assaulted by the smell of cheap beer, smoke from pipes and cigars wafted into his nostrils, and the sight was enough to send a powerful warrior running. All around him, demons and vampires mingled—sharing stories of past conquests. A few humans also mingled with the demons, utterly not caring for the noticeable differences.

Doyle spotted the bartender wiping off the counter and serving drinks off all kinds to his patrons. He smirked to himself as the bartender was pushed by a vampire demanding a refill of his cup of blood. The bartender ignored him, mainly because said vampire was attacked by a rival vampire. Doyle shrugged and walked over to the bar.

"Ye're name is Willy, boyo?" He asked the shady—looking man.

"Yeah, who's asking?" The bartender replied back.

"I'm looking for a demon by the name of Lorne. The lad is suppose to be an empath demon, something about being able to read auras. Ring any bells?" Doyle asked as he cut right down to business.

Willy shrugged as he replaced a glass back on the shelf. "Yeah I've heard of him. I thought he ran a demon bar back in LA?" Willy commented as he refilled a beer for a floppy skinned demon.

"He does, but he has some kind of home out here," Doyle rolled his eyes as he noticed that Willy got into another conversation. Doyle got a bit angry and walked over where Willy was at. He pushed the demons aside and slapped a $50 bill on the counter. He leaned into his face and smirked while he spoke, "Look mate, we have a mutual friend in common. Known as the slayer, ringing any bells on the old nodding?" He enjoyed the pale expression that suddenly took over Willy.

"Yeah I remember Lorne now. He owns another demon bar across town, near where the neighborhoods are. He may or may not be there, depending on what day it is," Willy said while he quickly grabbed the fifty dollar bill and stuffed it into his pockets. He had no desire to see Buffy once again, so he gave up all he knew. He was so caught up with his thoughts that he didn't see Doyle already walking away. "Hey…" Doyle heard Willy and turned to face him. "Tell the green guy that I want another reading. My luck seems to be changing….So let him know." Doyle just shrugged and let his demonic features melt away, revealing his human side. He turned on his heel and walked out of the bar, heading to the general direction of Lorne's bar.

Doyle didn't know the address or the name of the bar, so he just decided to sniff around till he picked up a whole bunch of demon smells. He walked briskly by the remains of a school and Doyle stopped to admire the view. He knew what happened here during the graduation day, but it was strange that demons in LA didn't give a flying leap about what may have happened in Sunnydale. Mainly that LA was a big place and to take over that city, you would need a grand army. He shook his head to clear his semi-morbid thoughts and continued his walk to Lorne's bar.

Doyle passed by nice looking neighborhoods when the familiar scent of demons hit his nose. He looked around to figure out which direction the smell was coming from and took off running through a neighborhood when he picked up the smell. He was on a dead run when he skidded to a halt in front of a fairly nice looking bar with the name of "Caritas #2" embolden on the side in flashing neon lights. Doyle shrugged to himself and walked into the bar.

As soon as he was inside, the sounds of music and laughter floated up to him. He walked in carefully, but noticed that everyone was mingled together. Vampires, demons, and humans talked among each other as if they know one another for years and weren't enemies. Must've been how me mum and pa met, he suddenly thought to himself.

He was brought out of his musings by a green demon with red horns, wearing one of the shiniest suits he's ever seen!

"Welcome to Caritas! You can call me the host and follow me to the bar," the Host said.

Doyle quirked an eyebrow, and just shrugged and followed the green demon. "What can I get you?" The host asked Doyle.

"Oh, umm, Irish whiskey," Doyle answered. The host nodded and set about to getting Doyle his drink. The host set the drink in front of Doyle and then stared at Doyle for a few seconds till Doyle got uncomfortable.

"What seems to trouble you?" The host suddenly asked.

"Huh? Oh, uh I've been having a weird week. I'm not really vague on things," Doyle said as he offered his semi cryptic explanation.

The host seemed to contemplate Doyle's response for a few minutes. The aura of the Brachen demon was troubled and seemed a bit wary to him. "Your aura is all over the place and it's making my head a bit nutty over here. So here is what you're gonna do—after this guy finishes singing…" The host pointed out the demon doing a bad rendition to "Sweet Emotion" by Aerosmith. "I want you to get on stage and sing a song, any song! Then come back here and we'll talk then."

Doyle nearly choked on his whiskey when the Host said he was going to sing! "No, wait a minute there boyo, I'm bad at singing. Why do I need ta sing? I'm just looking for a lad by the name of Lorne!" Doyle did not want to sing at all!

"Not up for discussion. Trust me, the rush is unbelievable—you'll love it! Then you'll have a chance to talk to Lorne," The Host exclaimed.

Doyle shook his head and downed the rest of the whiskey. He noticed the demon finishing up and picked up his empty glass. "Give me more whiskey. I need some courage," he muttered to the Host. The Host smiled and re-filled Doyle's drink, which disappeared a few seconds later. The demon finished up and left the stage to scattered applause.

Doyle shook himself up and walked out onto the stage. He sat down on the stage to pick out the song he wanted on the screen. He smirked at the song he picked out and got ready for the song to play. Doyle closed his eyes and opened them once the lyrics of "Twilight Zone" by Golden Earring blared on stage.

Doyle managed to keep his Irish brogue out of his voice as he belted out the popular old rock song.

Help, I'm steppin' into the Twilight Zone
Place is a madhouse
Feels like being cloned
My beacons been moved
Under moon and star
Where am I to go Now that I've gone too far

Doyle stood up as the guitar solos blared out and strummed out with his own air guitar. The crowd played well into the mellow rock song. The whole time Doyle was thinking that the Host was right, this was an exhilarating experience!

Meanwhile, Lorne was picking up all sorts of images from Doyle. His guilt at abandoning his people all those years ago, to finding the vampire Angel, Lorne read everything. But one thing stuck out to him—Doyle's recent confusion over the vision he's received concerning Angel's soul. Lorne picked up the confusion on how to interpret the vision, but Lorne saw the way. It wasn't that Angel had his soul bound; it was how Angel can get his soul bound! Especially for the coming months! From what Lorne picked up from Doyle, Angel still has an all-consuming passion for this slayer! Lorne actually shivered with how Buffy and Angel were picture in Doyle's visions! Krumption, that's definitely Krumption, Lorne thought to himself.

His readings stopped as Doyle finished singing and waited for the Irish half-demon to walk over to the bar. Doyle sat heavily down on the bar and looked at the Host. "So boyo, where's this Lorne person," he asked in a weary voice.

"Come with me," Lorne said. He walked into a doorway next to the bar and Doyle followed him. They turned to a hallway and stepped into the first room. Doyle looked around and noticed some Las Vegas posters plastered on the walls, but he didn't comment on them. He noticed the Host sitting down behind a desk and signaled for Doyle to sit down on the couch in front, but Doyle chose to remain standing.

Lorne was about to speak up, when Doyle put his hand up to silence him. "Where's Lorne at?" He asked once again.

"Well puddin' I'm Lorne!" Lorne replied back.

Doyle's jaw dropped a bit, then sat down heavily on the sofa. "You're Lorne? The demon that can read auras, you know…empath?" Lorne nodded happily and leaned forward on his desk. He clasped his hands in front of him and looked at Doyle.

"You're here for Angel or just for help on vision?" He decided to get to the root of the matter quicker because the vampire would need this information.

"A little of both. I don't understand most of the vision, just the part that Angel's soul is bound," Doyle explained.

Lorne nodded and took a deep breath. "What I'm about to tell you is the only way that the Powers will allow Angel's soul to be bound. You have to tell him as soon as possible," Looking at Doyle nodding in understanding, Lorne continued. "He has to go through the Trials."

Doyle paled at Lorne's words and his eyes widen. "Damn."