Deamon Knight

As I perched there on the rooftop, the rain emptied from the sky in rivets that drenched me to the bone through my leathers. My hazel eyes never left him as he shadow spared in the alleyway near his apartment. His tall, thin, languid body graceful and precise in all of his movements with the long sword he spared with. I was charged with the task of keeping watch over him about two years ago when information was passed to him without his knowledge in his dreams, then locked away as to insure the safety of said information. He is seventeen now and on the verge of becoming a man in this societies eyes, but in mine he has surpassed that and is already one. He is alone, where his family is I do not know, but he has not had anyone around him since I have kept him under my watchful eye. Lost in my thoughts and tribulations, I almost did not catch the scent approaching him. Standing and merely stepping off of the 13 story roof, I land in a crouch next to the surprised teenager as he puts his sword to my neck in one graceful movement. “I am not here to harm you Fox,” I said. “Though,” now pointing to the man approaching him from behind, “I am not so sure about our new guest here.”

Spinning around caused his ankle length trench coat to flare and send a small wave of rain at my already soaked body. I smiled as I stepped back, wanting to see what he was capable of. I would not let him die of course; I don’t think I could even if he did not carry that information in his head. His opponent was swift and used his bare hands. Fox however kept his sword in hand, seeing that his opponent was not human as soon as the man’s face was to his. Fox’s face twisted into that of sheer anger as his sword was brought into the man’s sternum, twisting up, he pierced the mans heart, dusting him and scattering him to the storm. Unfortunately, he did not come out of the fight unscathed and had a deep wound in his side. Looking up to me, his chocolate hues glazed over a bit as he spoke softly, “Who are you and why are you helping me?”

Scooping him up in my more than strong arms, I smiled softly to him as I spoke. “My name is Raven and I have been watching over you for quite sometime. I am going to take you to a friend and see if he can help with your wound.” With that, I began to walk until I hit Van Nuys Blvd. Fox’s eyes slowly closed as he passed in unconsciousness from blood loss. Pulling a cloth from my trench coat pocket, I did my best to bind the wound and stop the bleeding. “Gunn, where are you?” I thought out loud in a half whisper. Soon, I was headed to where I remembered his crew had told me he was now, a place called Wolfram and Hart.

After about an hour or so of asking around and walking with him in my arms, I finally found the building in downtown L.A. and was nauseated by everything I smelled around it. Shaking my head I attempted to enter the building and was topped by a security guard that smelled like a demon but looked human. “Exscuse me miss, who are you here to see?” His voice was stern and a bit threatening as he eyed Fox’s body in my arms. “I am here to see a man named Gunn. I was told he works here now.” My voice was as emotionless as I could make it, the man I had grown to care for and even possibly love was bleeding to death in my arms and I needed Gunns help now. I began to walk toward the main doors and he put a hand on my shoulder, gripping it roughly. “I am sorry miss, but until you are cleared to enter you must wait here.” I simply looked back at him and growled, “Like hell I will!” I then spun; placing Fox over my left shoulder in a fireman’s carry as my right hook sent him through one of the windows, clear across the lobby. As another security guard approached, I laid Fox on the ground behind me and crouched in front of him, protecting him. “What seems to be the problem here?” A British accent flooded my ears as I did a roundhouse kick at the next security guard stupid enough to attack me, making his spine accordion and killing him. I was now standing over Fox, leg in front and in back of him in a karate position as my hazel eyes locked onto a shockingly blonde haired man approaching. He was quite handsome with striking features and was dressed similarly to me, just not as much leather. He gave me a once over and smiled. My 5’7” 140lb. Frame was dressed in leather pants that were black and hugged my hips and rode low, the legs flared accommodating my knee high leather and chain mail combat boots underneath. I was wearing a black, body hugging tank top that clung even more from it being rain soaked and my splash of color was my now crimson leather trench coat. He walked up and touched my soaked raven hair for a moment and then stepped back, “Follow me pet. You’re looking for Gunn, right?”

As I scooped up Fox from the lobby’s floor, the blonde spun on his heels and began walking further into the building. I followed him, being very wary of what was going on. I could tell he was one of my kin, but had something very odd about him. I simply shook my head as he led me into an elevator. His looks toward me were more out of confusion now as we went to the top floor of the building. Upon exiting the elevator, He led me into a rather niceice ice and stated, “Put him on the couch and wait here.” He pointed to a leather couch and before I could thank him, wee ale alone in the office. I searched around for something to replace the cloth and found a first aid kit in the desk drawer. Not caring who’s it was at the moment, I began tending to the wound the best I could with the small kit, cleaning it and redressing it. “You better not die on me now, I’ll bring you back and kill you myself if you die on me.” As I was saying this, a man’s kind and gentle voice spoke to me from behind. “So, what the hell are you doing here?” It had to be Gunn, only he could have a deep, silky smooth and kind voice and manage to say something like that without it changing. I stood and faced him, a serious look crossed my alabaster face, “I need your help old friend.”

I stepped to the side a revealed the man lying on the couch. He looked down at him nod nodded. “Alright, but I thought you could heal, you are a witch you know.” He went behind the desk and made a phone call as he spoke. “I know but my powers are being cut off and I don’t know how, that was another thing I was going to ask about” I knelt beside Fox, stroking his soaked hair as I spoke, trying to not let to much emotion show. The doors opened to the office and a turned to see who it was. The blonde I had met earlier entered along with another handsome man. He was dressed in a casual black suit with no tie, brownish kind of messed up hair and pretty, sparkling brown eyes. Gunn walks over to them as I stand, “This is Angel,” pointing to the brunette, “and this is Spike,” pointing to the British bleach blonde. I nodded and turned my attention to Gunn. “Can they help him?” I then realized to whom I was just introduced. I looked back at them and smiled an almost evil smile. “Awwww, don’t recognize me, I used to hunt you when you were Angelus.”

Angel looked over me for a few moments and jumped back as I stepped forward. Throwing his hands up he spoke suddenly, “Whoa now, hey. I am not Angelus anymore.” I could hear Spike laughing in the background as I just held out my hand. “I know that, you and blondie over there both are changed men.” With that I winked and shook his hand. Turning I went and sat in the chair behind the desk. Kicking my legs up, I crossed my arms over my chest as I spoke, “So, is anyone going to tell me how he is to be helped? I will be severely pissed if he dies.” My voice was stern and my face was blank as I asked them basically what in the hell was going on.