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Ch9…

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There it was again, those eyes shifting over to look at him, that was the fifth time in as many minutes, now he could understand why Buffy had always hated his lurking, being under someone's constant gaze was very disconcerting.
"Something you wanted to ask me Gunn?"
The bald fighter flashed a wide grin throwing the stake he had been sharpening on the growing pile on the table.
"Did she really blow up two High Schools?"
Angel groaned inwardly pushing his book away from him; Spike was passed out in the bedroom and he didn't want to know where or what Illyria was doing, he liked it that way.
"Technically she blew up one High School and burned down the gym of another. Although I think her favorite was definitely using the grenade launcher in the mall."
Gunn whistled appreciatively, the small package definitely packed a punch and he'd seen it, the girl had skills, when she and Angel had taken on that ugly ass slimy demon he'd barely had to help, they hadn't spoken during the fight, barely connected eyes, they had just known where the other was, coordinated their moves perfectly, it reminded him of the ballet, before the creepy clowns descended.
"My kind of girl." Angel's eyes darkened and Gunn burst out laughing. "So not going to go there man, even if I was interested there is a giant neon sign above her head that flashes property of Angel. You'd have to be blind not to see it, I can actually understand what Cordelia meant when she used to tell us about the Buffy and Angel show." He laughed once more. "Of course now you've got competition from the Connor and Dawn show."
Angel hesitated, his fingers drumming on the table in mock casualness.
"I was kind of hoping that was all in Spike's head."
"Sorry Angel but it looks like the juniors are getting their own show but I've got a suggestion maybe you should figure out your own love life before you worry about theirs. I don't want to use your own words against you but tragic farce really does sum it up."
Angel grabbed one of the stakes from the table twirling it in his fingers.
"Is there anything Cordy didn't tell you about my private life?"
Gunn fell silent, pondering this, tapping his knife against the cheap table, Angel groaned.
"Forget I asked."

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Man this was boring; she had been walking around for nearly an hour and hadn't seen a single vampire. This was prime hunting grounds and she had her oh so tasty blood coursing through her veins, not to mention she was itching for another fight, she really needed something to vent her frustration on, that slime monster had been taken down far too quickly. Buffy paused breathing in the crisp night air, it was silent, spinning quickly she thrust her stake only to encounter a hand steadying her wrist.
"Whoa hold it."
Buffy looked pointedly at her wrist and he let go of quickly, taking a step back in mock surrender.
"Ah this explains the lack of fun here tonight, you been out long Connor?"
He shrugged falling in step with the short slayer.
"I run into Kayley early on and told her I'd handle patrol tonight, I'm too wired to sleep."
Buffy smiled ruefully at him, he was reading her mind.
"I know the feeling. I don't suppose you left any bad guys for me?" Connor snorted and gave Buffy an incredulous look, Buffy smiled and shrugged. "Had to ask."
"Campus is clean but there's always more around the clubs, makes for easy pickings, I was going to head there next."
"By all means lead the way, after almost ten years my body still sees the moon and thinks time to get up!"
Connor sniffed a little and started off in the direction of the clubs she assumed. Buffy couldn't help but study his profile as they walked, easily recognizing many of Angel's features in the boy.
"So how are your classes?"
When had she turned into a mum? Asking about classes? What was next, should she make sure he'd been eating all his fruits and vegetables?
"They're ok, I still haven't declared a major yet but I'm thinking of history or maybe literature."
Buffy smiled inwardly, like father, like son.
"Dawn's thinking of doing literature or mythology. I'd just be happy if she graduates without the threat of the world ending, one of us should."
Connor cracked a ghost of a smile, it suited him. Buffy grabbed Connor's jacket, the hairs on the back of her neck were standing up, she placed one finger to her lips and looked upwards. Connor nodded and slunk into the shadows while Buffy jumped upwards balancing on a pole. Swinging down the vampire fell, Buffy straddling him, stake pointed at his chest. Connor came out from the shadows and stared at the two who showed no signs of moving.
"Why were you following me?"
The vampire hissed as her thick silver cross-dangled out from her chest and touched his chin. "Connor grab his arms." Pushing the stake harder against his chest she glared at the yellow eyed demon. "I repeat, why were you following me?"
The vampire glared at the slayer, his legs pinned beside him and his arms held above his head. Connor cradled one of the vampire's hands.
"Answer her."
The vampire growled once more, and with practiced ease Connor snapped one of the fingers on the vampire's right hand.
"My master heard tell of the prophesized two, wanted to see if the miracle children were really together, you my dear slayer were just an added benefit. Blood of the slayer, sweetest of the sweet."
"Please stop before I melt." Buffy replied sarcastically, pressing the tip of her stake into his flesh. "What prophecy? Who's your master."
"I'll never tell slayer!"
Buffy rolled her eyes, "They always say that right before they spill the beans." Pulling a small flash of holy water from her pocket she poured the liquid down his throat, clasping his mouth shout, smoke pouring out. "Now are you ready to talk?"
"Uh Buffy? We got company."
Looking up she saw three more vampires looking at her rather hungrily; some of that frustration would definitely be dealt with tonight.
"You think you can hold smoky here?" Buffy asked indicating their vampire prisoner.
"Sure, I always patrol with tranqs, if he gets too fang happy I'll just shoot him."
Using her feet she propelled herself upwards while Connor dragged their prisoner off to the side. Springing herself into the middle of the small group she studied the vamps with bemusement.
"Nice outfits, Elton John have a garage sale?"
The tallest of the three snarled at her, stepping forward menacingly.
"I wonder if you'll find yourself so funny when I'm draining your life away."
Buffy didn't bother trying to smother her bark of laughter.
"Wait a few more decades before trying that line, older and frankly more intimidating have tried and yet here I am. What's that old saying?" Her eyes glinted with amusement. "Oh yeah, bring it on!"
Jumping into the air she aimed a kick to his jugular satisfied by the crunch of his broken windpipe.
"You know you guys are definitely getting dumber."
The vampire with the crushed windpipe spluttered unable to talk, with a flick of her wrist a stake flew into his chest. The other two charged at her, she took out the first with a spinning kick and pivoted away from the second. Dodging a punch she grunted as it clipped her shoulder. The short one jumped on her back, flipping him over she thrust the stake in his chest before he was fully around. The last one looked at her with fear, leaning forward she smiled; this was always the best part.
"Boo!"
He jumped slightly and Buffy laughed turning away, the stake thrown behind her without a second look. Connor was grunting as he held down the for all intents and purposes hostage.
"He get with the talky yet?"
Connor shook his head, slamming his knee into the vampire's groin, maybe that would stop his wriggling.
"My phone's in my back pocket, call Gunn to pick us up, I think we should finish this someplace a little less open."
Buffy nodded and pulled the phone out as well as the small tranq gun concealed in the back of his jeans. She hated guns. Connor grabbed it gratefully, firing off three rounds into his chest. The vampire shuddered and then went slack.
"Gunn? Yeah, it's Buffy…I was doing a sweep with Connor and we run into some trouble…No we're fine but we need you to pick us up, well us and our hostage…I'll explain when you get here…oh and do you have some heavy iron chains? You do? Bring em…we're on the corner of O'Donnell and Waverly…ok see you in a few."
Buffy turned a grim smile on Connor who still held the vampire tight. What the hell was this prophecy and why the hell hadn't she heard of it?

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The vampire hissed the holy water burning the flesh on his face, his arms and legs were bound in iron chains that stung, anointed with holy water he would guess. Connor and Gunn were leaning against the table, the former decked out with a crossbow while the later kept spinning his stake around.
"Are you sure she's okay?"
"She's fine, her and Kayley are locked up in her dorm room and Spike is patrolling around the perimeter."
Buffy hugged herself, she just had to go and jinx it earlier. Angel had sent Illyria to check in with their sources about this prophecy; the evil smile that brought out in her Buffy chose not to ponder about.
"Okay here's the deal, tell us what you now and we don't give you a holy water shower. Hold out and-" Buffy paused and looked at Angel nodding slightly, he nodded back and morphed his human visage giving way to the vampire, growling he stood closer to the other vampire.
"You really don't want to find out."
The other vampire showed no signs of fear. Buffy smiled, a somewhat perverse smile.
"You know, it's been a while since I got to torture a demon for information, I was thinking hot pokers?"
Angel winced slightly at the memory of the fire slicing through his abdomen.
"Too easy, a sphere of infinite agonies on the other hand, each second a lifetime of pain and torture. Only takes twenty minutes, you think Willow could teleport over here and help us out?"
This registered on the vampire's face, his scarred and blistered tongue flicking out to lick his lips.
"You're bluffing, you have nowhere near the power to wield something like that."
Angel looked over at Gunn who pulled his phone from his pocket, punching the numbers in slowly but deliberately.
"Hey this is Gunn, Charles Gunn with two n's? Yeah I'm looking for Willow, she knows me."
He glanced over at the vampire with a smirk. "Hey Willow, it's Gunn. Yeah Buffy's right here, we need you're help, how soon can you get your butt over here?" He paused, holding his hand over the mouth piece. "She said she just needed to grab something. Buffy instinctively closed her eyes, Angel and Connor following her lead. The vampire prisoner shrieking in pain at the blinding whiteness that shone out. Gunn peeked out from behind his hands, his eyes on slightly burning from being closed a second too late. The flame haired witch smiled dopily.
"I swear that's getting more nifty each time!"

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Ok guys, I am so so so so sorry it has taken so long to update, I have no excuses. Anyways I hope you liked this little chappie. I have been so distracted by uni, work and etc that I haven't even thought of my poor fics. Anyways this is dedicated to my all time favourite film maker John Hughes. The Breakfast Club is my favourite movie of all time and the world has lost a true screen gem. As always please review. And if you haven't yet please check out my other BtVS/Angel XO Always.