Blood And Soul

Disclaimer: This 'Buffy: The Vampire Slayer/Angel' inspired idea is one I've been meaning to do for a bit now but hadn't done so until now.

Summary: Starling's defenders have an encounter with a creature of the night.

"Alright, who or what are you exactly!?" Demanded to know one Dinah Laurel Lance, aka the Black Canary, to a figure currently in a cell she and her fellow vigilantes used on occasion in their Bunker.

The figure looked right at her and it took all she had to not flinch. "You sure you wanna know, Little Birdie?"

Laurel crossed her arms as Spartan, aka John Diggle, stood next to her with his own arms crossed and glaring at the figure. "I'm telling you, he's a Vampire." Insisted Roy 'Arsenal' Harper.

"Vampires don't exist." Argued back Diggle.

The figure scoffed. "Yet I'm living proof, Soldier Boy. Or rather… I should say undead proof."

It was Diggle's turn to scoff that time, clearly being unwilling to believe. "Right, I think you need to lay off whatever it is you're smokin', pal."

Clearly the Queen family needed to do something about one of their own before he trashed their reputation. Shaking his head, the figure stood up and came up to the bars of the cell and pushed back his old green hood and his face shifted into something more monstrous. Freaking out the trio considerably in the process. "Does my face look I'm on drugs?" He asked scornfully before returning to his seat.

Diggle swallowed before speaking. "Genetic experiment maybe?"

An eyeroll came from the Blonde Vampire with the Van Dyke look. "Wrong again, Soldier Boy. To you and the rest of the public, I am Oliver Queen. But my true name is Jonas Dearden and I was born in the late 1500's."

"So you weren't always a Vampire?" Questioned Laurel while trying to stamp down any fear she had of this man.

Whom in her civilian life, had been falling for… "No, my dear Laurel, I wasn't until dear old Dad got himself turned." He told her, causing the Black Canary's eyes to widen.

Something he smirked at and pointed to his nose. "Enhanced senses, wonderful thing."

Taking a shuddery breath, Laurel took off her wig and mask much to the alarm of her two friends. "Now there's that face I've come to enjoy seeing on a regular basis." Oliver, or rather, Jonas said teasingly.

But she only glared at him. "Were you ever going to tell me?"

He just shrugged. "Maybe once you told me what you did at night I would've. Though my secret would have been the bigger one to get over then yours." Admitted the centuries old Vampire candidly.

Laurel stared at him, completely unsure how to handle this as Roy decided to speak up. "So… If you're a Vampire, how come you're not trying to kill us?" Wondered the red suited archer curiously.

Oliver shrugged. "I've got no desire too. Part of its cause of a pesky ass soul I have thanks to some Jews."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. I had the utter audacity to snack on the favored daughter of a Jewish Clan back in the mid 1850's and the Clan got real pissed about it and before I knew it, I was cursed with a Soul. Only thing is, they went a step further and cursed the rest of my family. Something they still are pissed with me about." He told archer and the other two in the process.

Granted, these days, he really didn't give a damn if they were pissed with him anymore. At least his parents anyway since Thea had calmed down some over the years about the whole thing. Things were silent for awhile until Diggle cleared his throat. "Right… Well… We're gonna leave you in here for the time being."

"So this ISN'T a hotel room then?"

"No."

"Pity… Well… Don't be too terribly surprised if I let myself out at some point."

Diggle narrowed his eyes at the ma-er, Vampire. "Good luck with that. These bars are made of the toughest stuff around."

Oliver smirked at him. "Hmm… Challenge accepted. But say, when's dinner around here? I'm a little hungry."

Both Laurel and Diggle flinched at that and it'd be Laurel that would walk off first. Unable to handle things any longer. Diggle would soon follow, leaving just Roy alone with the centuries old Vampire. Whom looked at the red clad archer. "So, know about Vampires huh?"

"Yeah, when you live in the Glades you see all sorts of crap. Plus, movies too."

"Right, makes sense."

Author's Notes: Originally just had it to where it was just Oliver/Jonas and Laurel talking together alone but this happened instead.