The Nightstalkers
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FIC: The Nightstalkers (17/?)
Angelus’ blood chilled as he recognised the unmistakable rasp. He slowly turned to face his thought long-dead nemesis. “How?”
“Magic, how else?” The Victorian vampire-hunter flashed the coldest smile. “But this is the age of technology,” Holtz swung his leather jacket to one side, “and I like this technology the best.”
Angelus’ eyes widened as he saw the muzzle of a shotgun swing up from inside the trenchcoat. The quiet night was split by the shotgun boom as Angelus flung himself to the left and behind a car. “I’d like to know!” Angelus giggled to himself as he hid behind a rusted CV’s rear window. “Was your Caroline a wriggler when she was with you too? Woman was like a fish, all that flapping around.”
”Godless bastard!”
Angelus leapt to his feet at Holtz’s anguished shout, the demon-hunter’s bellow telling him the man was to his left, so Angelus cut to the right, long strides quickly building up a distance between him and the notorious vampire-hunter. “Be seein’ you, Holtz!”
“Aaaaaaah!” The shotgun’s boom once again shattered the night. Angelus fell to his knees, pain blazing through his back where the white-hot shot had shredded it. “Ya bastard!” He snarled as he forced the pain down, rose and started to run again, agony accompanying his every step. His head swam as he this time weaved left and right to make it harder for Holtz to shot him again.
Holtz back. And he’d thought this firecracker of a Slayer was causing them with problems. Things had gotten complicated.
* * *
Wesley swallowed nervously as he entered the gym to see his glistening Slayer dancing between the gym’s several heavy bags, her attacks blurring as she hit them with a variety of punches, elbows, knees, and kicks before moving onto the next, doing an entire circuit of the bags, and then returning to the first before it had time to stop swinging. Faith at any time was a formidable opponent, but when she was as focussed as this, she became the true Slayer, a seemingly unstoppable force of nature. “Faith, may we talk?”
The Slayer pirouetted gracefully before half back-flipping and half cart wheeling out of swinging bags to land by his feet. “Yeah Wes?” The perspiring Slayer grabbed her towel hanging off a weight rack and began dabbing her mid-section down.
Which was rather distracting given her curvaceous nubility and the relative scantiness of her dark black lycra sports bra and matching spandex gym shorts. “Yes, well,” Wesley felt the colour rise in his cheeks at the Slayer’s knowing wink as she let out a moan and starting rotating the towel around her undulating -.
Wesley determinedly looked away from his Slayer and towards the wall behind her. “I understand that you and Jonathan have had a falling out?”
Wesley felt the temperature drop about thirty degrees. “That ain’t none of your damn business.”
”On the contrary,” Wesley forced his eyes back to his Slayer. Or more specifically her dark, luminous eyes. “Your happiness is very much my concern.”
“Look,” the always defiant ingénue put her hands on her hips and glared at him, “I’m still Slayin’ ain’t I? Didn’t I get three vampires just last night?”
”Yes,” Wesley conceded with a nod, “but your effectiveness isn’t what is worrying you, your happiness is.”
Faith shook her head. “None of your business,” the brunette started past him only to stop when he grabbed her arm. Faith looked at him, eyes burning through him. “How many fingers am I gonna have to break to make you let go?”
“Damn it, you impossible girl!” Wesley’s temper snapped at the less than subtle threat. “We’ve been through too much for me not to care about you!”
“No, no, no,” there was now something close to panic in the Slayer’s eyes, “you can’t!”
”Of course I do,” Wesley shook his head. “After all the things we’ve been through, the demons I’ve seen you best, I can’t help but feel proud of you and proud of my own small part in assisting you.” Faith’s mouth opened and shut not unlike a goldfish’s. “You’ve accomplished so much, vanquished so many formidable demons. You deserve a little bit of happiness for however long you are fortunate enough to be afforded it. I believe Mr. Levinson did make you happy.”
“He was just a distraction wasn’t he!” Faith snapped. “Got in the way of the Slay.”
“Faith,” it was a temptation to throw his hands up and walk away, leave the Slayer to her rage. Except she was more than a Slayer to him, he cared too deeply for the vibrant, spirited young woman for it to be just that, and he didn’t want this rage to engulf her, burn her up until nothing else remained inside. “Faith, I believe what makes us fight on when things seem hopelessly desperate are not from within but without.”
”Eh?” Faith stared blankly at him.
Wesley sighed. “What makes us fight, hang on when all seems lost, is what we have to hold onto. Someone whose life is empty of anything but pain will not fight to live like a person who has things or people to live for.”
“So you’re sayin' having stuff outside Slaying would make me a better Slayer?”
By jove, I think she’s got it. “As long as this ‘stuff’ isn’t too distracting or harmful in any way,” Wesley nodded even as he got the image of his father doing cartwheels in his grave.
Faith’s mouth opened then shut, the Bostonian temptress shaking her head. “Don’t matter,” the dark-haired beauty decided. “Jonathan didn’t want us, he was too busy listenin’ to Harmony talk shit.”
“Good lord girl!” Wesley snapped. How could someone so intelligent at the same time be so bloody dense? “You are both very sexually experienced and a very beautiful young woman. Jonathan is neither-.”
“Good job,” Faith muttered, “I only drive stick.”
How earthily delightful, Wesley shook his head even as colour rose in his cheeks. “T..that’s not what I meant, you bloody girl,” he snapped before calming himself. “Jonathan is not an experienced young man, unused to any woman’s attention, especially one as attractive as yourself.” Wesley scratched his head, good lord this bloody conversation was embarrassing, he was just grateful the girl already knew about the birds and bees.
Probably knew considerably a lot more than he did to be brutally honest.
“So?” his surly charge prompted.
Oh why did he bother? “So, it’s to be expected that a youth as sheltered as Jonathan be over-awed by the attentions of such a beautiful young lady as yourself. As the experienced one in your relationship, it’s your responsibility to help allay his fears, show him that Harmony’s talking ‘shit’.”
”Maybe he ain’t worth the trouble,” Faith sulkily commented.
Wesley reigned in his temper with an effort, secure in the knowledge that losing his temper with the feisty brunette accomplished exactly nothing. “That’s for you to decide of course, however I’d suggest your current attitude suggest that somewhere inside you, you think he is indeed worth the trouble.” Determined to avoid the almost inevitable explosion that would follow his lecture, Wesley spun on his heel and strode out.
Well fled, but there are often times that dignity has to take second place to prudence.
* * *
Faith shook her head as she bustled through the resistance building. What the fuck did Wussley think giving her lectures about sex? Like he was such a fuckin’ expert! None of his goddamn business.
Yeah, a nice long shower that’d cool her off.
“Hey Faith, I never said thanks for before.”
Faith stopped and turned, smiling slightly at the man leant on the wall to her left. Now Parker Abrams, Faith just bet he knew how to use his equipment. “Think you did,” she replied as she turned to face him, hand on her hip and the chest of her sweat-plastered, gym vest casually pushed out.
Parker looked her up and down like a desert traveller who’d just found his oasis. “No, not properly.” Parker flashed her grin. “Maybe we could go to your room, discuss how I could show my appreciation.”
Faith started to grin then shook her head. “No,” she replied. Jonathan wasn’t all head-long charge to the bedroom, but Parker, he was just like all the rest, all the other guys who just wanted to nail a sweet piece of tail. “Thanks for the offer, but I got someone.”
”That nerd?” Parker threw his head back and started to laugh.
“Hey!” In a second Faith had her hand around Parker’s throat, lifting him off the ground. “That nerd has been risking his life fighting vampires for years while you’ve been screwin’ around like a dog on heat, have a little fuckin’ respect!” She dropped the youth. “You say anythin’ to Johnny, and me and you are gonna have words, you dig?” The boy nodded sullenly. “Wicked, I’m sure we’ll all get along fine now.”
Turning on her heel, she walked off. Shower first then she’d have to find Jonathan. Or, she smirked, find Jonathan and then shower. Yeah, that sounded more fun….
* * *
Gunn groaned as the door slammed open and he heard Holtz enter. Seeing Larry rising and start towards the lounge, he stepped between the former football star and the entrance, his back to the door. “Be cool man, let Xander deal.”
The lounge door swung open and the bearded demon-hunter glared in. “Get your equipment together. Tonight Angelus dies!”
“No one’s going anywhere,” Gunn pushed Larry back even as he met the centuries out of time warrior’s gaze. “Cool it. Not without Xander’s say-so.”
Holtz’s nose turned up. “You think to give me orders, boy?”
“I think,” Gunn turned to face the shorter man, glaring down at him. “You call me boy again and I’m gonna be dancin’ on your head, that’s what I think.”
Holtz sneered up at him, apparently unimpressed by his warning before looking past him into the hushed lounge. “Get your weapons it’s time we put an end to Angelus and his
cohorts!”
“No-body’s going anywhere.” Gunn heaved a relieved sigh at the sound of Xander’s voice. If the lounge was hushed before, now it was graveyard silent. “And me and you need to talk about who is in charge here.”
“You think you are worthy to lead?” Holtz sneered.
* * *
Faith nodded as she saw Cordy heading towards her. “Hey, C, ya seen Jonathan around? I kinda got a itch I’d like him to scratch.”
”No and ‘ew!” Cordy’s nose wrinkled. “You’ve got to come quick, Holtz’s back and Xander’s gone to confront.”
”Ah hell!”
* * *
Xander stared at the legendary vampire-hunter, a cold finger of fear itching up and down his spine. For all of that, Xander stared evenly at the older man. “Put that gun down and we’ll find out.”
”As you wish,” Holtz smiled suddenly, the gun dropping from his hands as he lunged at Xander.
“Ah!” Xander grunted as he slid inside a right only to catch a kick to the shin. Pain blazed through his leg as he stumbled forward, just managing to block a right hook on his arm.
His right hand came up, grabbing the vampire-hunter by his jacket and yanking him forward, his head driving down to crash into the 18th century man’s face.
At least that was the plan, instead Holtz swung an arm up, blocking his assault on his forehead while driving a knee up and into Xander’s gut.
The air gusted out of Xander’s lungs but instead of doubling up he fell backwards, slumping into the wall behind, a quickly-delivered uppercut snapping his head back. Xander growled as Holtz smirked at him, twisting out of the way of the time-traveller’s body-shot and crashing a retaliatory elbow into the side of his adversary’s head. The demon hunter twisted at the waist towards him, Xander knocking the surprise off his face with a right to the jaw.
Blood sprayed the wall as Xander’s fist collided with the vampire-hunter’s mouth. Holtz swayed beneath his follow-up left and swung a wild right that Xander slapped aside before driving a knee up at the Englishman’s crotch only to be blocked on his thigh. Xander stepped into the man, taking a left in his stomach as pre-payment for jamming a thumb into the vampire-hunter’s left eye.
”Aaaah!”
The moment the demon hunter’s hands instinctively moved up to cover his face, Xander smashed a left hook into the side of his head while kicking his legs from under him. Xander stared down dispassionately at his downed rival. “These are my people, not yours.”
* * *
Faith whistled as she watched the fight end. “Ya know C, I don’t think Xan needs my help,” she glanced at the cheerleader, “well not unless you’re still playin’ the ice-maiden card,” she needled. “I could help with that-.” Faith grinned as the cheerleader’s hardening face then scowled as she noticed something. “Gotta scoot.”
Leaping forward, she grabbed Holtz’s wrist as he reached for an ankle-sheathed knife, the demon-hunter grunting as she effortlessly twisted his arm up his back. “Nice moves, Xan,” she praised, “only next time, watch your back.” Faith glanced around the crowded hallway. “Everybody out, me and Holtz are gonna have words.”
* * *
By the time Angelus returned to the Bronze he’d mostly healed, courtesy of a very accommodating pre-teen out walking his dog that he’d fed upon. However his shock at the return of Holtz remained unabated. “Ripper!” he roared as he pulled the former night-club’s door open. “We’ve got trouble-.” His voice trailed off as he belatedly registered the ash-grey pentagram adorning the floor and the black-robe, bronze-masked figure knelt at its centre, Ripper standing by the pentagram, the club otherwise uncharacteristically empty.
“This,” Ripper shot him that most unGileslike smirk he’d become used to over the past few years is, “is Vocah.”
Angelus’ blood chilled as he recognised the unmistakable rasp. He slowly turned to face his thought long-dead nemesis. “How?”
“Magic, how else?” The Victorian vampire-hunter flashed the coldest smile. “But this is the age of technology,” Holtz swung his leather jacket to one side, “and I like this technology the best.”
Angelus’ eyes widened as he saw the muzzle of a shotgun swing up from inside the trenchcoat. The quiet night was split by the shotgun boom as Angelus flung himself to the left and behind a car. “I’d like to know!” Angelus giggled to himself as he hid behind a rusted CV’s rear window. “Was your Caroline a wriggler when she was with you too? Woman was like a fish, all that flapping around.”
”Godless bastard!”
Angelus leapt to his feet at Holtz’s anguished shout, the demon-hunter’s bellow telling him the man was to his left, so Angelus cut to the right, long strides quickly building up a distance between him and the notorious vampire-hunter. “Be seein’ you, Holtz!”
“Aaaaaaah!” The shotgun’s boom once again shattered the night. Angelus fell to his knees, pain blazing through his back where the white-hot shot had shredded it. “Ya bastard!” He snarled as he forced the pain down, rose and started to run again, agony accompanying his every step. His head swam as he this time weaved left and right to make it harder for Holtz to shot him again.
Holtz back. And he’d thought this firecracker of a Slayer was causing them with problems. Things had gotten complicated.
* * *
Wesley swallowed nervously as he entered the gym to see his glistening Slayer dancing between the gym’s several heavy bags, her attacks blurring as she hit them with a variety of punches, elbows, knees, and kicks before moving onto the next, doing an entire circuit of the bags, and then returning to the first before it had time to stop swinging. Faith at any time was a formidable opponent, but when she was as focussed as this, she became the true Slayer, a seemingly unstoppable force of nature. “Faith, may we talk?”
The Slayer pirouetted gracefully before half back-flipping and half cart wheeling out of swinging bags to land by his feet. “Yeah Wes?” The perspiring Slayer grabbed her towel hanging off a weight rack and began dabbing her mid-section down.
Which was rather distracting given her curvaceous nubility and the relative scantiness of her dark black lycra sports bra and matching spandex gym shorts. “Yes, well,” Wesley felt the colour rise in his cheeks at the Slayer’s knowing wink as she let out a moan and starting rotating the towel around her undulating -.
Wesley determinedly looked away from his Slayer and towards the wall behind her. “I understand that you and Jonathan have had a falling out?”
Wesley felt the temperature drop about thirty degrees. “That ain’t none of your damn business.”
”On the contrary,” Wesley forced his eyes back to his Slayer. Or more specifically her dark, luminous eyes. “Your happiness is very much my concern.”
“Look,” the always defiant ingénue put her hands on her hips and glared at him, “I’m still Slayin’ ain’t I? Didn’t I get three vampires just last night?”
”Yes,” Wesley conceded with a nod, “but your effectiveness isn’t what is worrying you, your happiness is.”
Faith shook her head. “None of your business,” the brunette started past him only to stop when he grabbed her arm. Faith looked at him, eyes burning through him. “How many fingers am I gonna have to break to make you let go?”
“Damn it, you impossible girl!” Wesley’s temper snapped at the less than subtle threat. “We’ve been through too much for me not to care about you!”
“No, no, no,” there was now something close to panic in the Slayer’s eyes, “you can’t!”
”Of course I do,” Wesley shook his head. “After all the things we’ve been through, the demons I’ve seen you best, I can’t help but feel proud of you and proud of my own small part in assisting you.” Faith’s mouth opened and shut not unlike a goldfish’s. “You’ve accomplished so much, vanquished so many formidable demons. You deserve a little bit of happiness for however long you are fortunate enough to be afforded it. I believe Mr. Levinson did make you happy.”
“He was just a distraction wasn’t he!” Faith snapped. “Got in the way of the Slay.”
“Faith,” it was a temptation to throw his hands up and walk away, leave the Slayer to her rage. Except she was more than a Slayer to him, he cared too deeply for the vibrant, spirited young woman for it to be just that, and he didn’t want this rage to engulf her, burn her up until nothing else remained inside. “Faith, I believe what makes us fight on when things seem hopelessly desperate are not from within but without.”
”Eh?” Faith stared blankly at him.
Wesley sighed. “What makes us fight, hang on when all seems lost, is what we have to hold onto. Someone whose life is empty of anything but pain will not fight to live like a person who has things or people to live for.”
“So you’re sayin' having stuff outside Slaying would make me a better Slayer?”
By jove, I think she’s got it. “As long as this ‘stuff’ isn’t too distracting or harmful in any way,” Wesley nodded even as he got the image of his father doing cartwheels in his grave.
Faith’s mouth opened then shut, the Bostonian temptress shaking her head. “Don’t matter,” the dark-haired beauty decided. “Jonathan didn’t want us, he was too busy listenin’ to Harmony talk shit.”
“Good lord girl!” Wesley snapped. How could someone so intelligent at the same time be so bloody dense? “You are both very sexually experienced and a very beautiful young woman. Jonathan is neither-.”
“Good job,” Faith muttered, “I only drive stick.”
How earthily delightful, Wesley shook his head even as colour rose in his cheeks. “T..that’s not what I meant, you bloody girl,” he snapped before calming himself. “Jonathan is not an experienced young man, unused to any woman’s attention, especially one as attractive as yourself.” Wesley scratched his head, good lord this bloody conversation was embarrassing, he was just grateful the girl already knew about the birds and bees.
Probably knew considerably a lot more than he did to be brutally honest.
“So?” his surly charge prompted.
Oh why did he bother? “So, it’s to be expected that a youth as sheltered as Jonathan be over-awed by the attentions of such a beautiful young lady as yourself. As the experienced one in your relationship, it’s your responsibility to help allay his fears, show him that Harmony’s talking ‘shit’.”
”Maybe he ain’t worth the trouble,” Faith sulkily commented.
Wesley reigned in his temper with an effort, secure in the knowledge that losing his temper with the feisty brunette accomplished exactly nothing. “That’s for you to decide of course, however I’d suggest your current attitude suggest that somewhere inside you, you think he is indeed worth the trouble.” Determined to avoid the almost inevitable explosion that would follow his lecture, Wesley spun on his heel and strode out.
Well fled, but there are often times that dignity has to take second place to prudence.
* * *
Faith shook her head as she bustled through the resistance building. What the fuck did Wussley think giving her lectures about sex? Like he was such a fuckin’ expert! None of his goddamn business.
Yeah, a nice long shower that’d cool her off.
“Hey Faith, I never said thanks for before.”
Faith stopped and turned, smiling slightly at the man leant on the wall to her left. Now Parker Abrams, Faith just bet he knew how to use his equipment. “Think you did,” she replied as she turned to face him, hand on her hip and the chest of her sweat-plastered, gym vest casually pushed out.
Parker looked her up and down like a desert traveller who’d just found his oasis. “No, not properly.” Parker flashed her grin. “Maybe we could go to your room, discuss how I could show my appreciation.”
Faith started to grin then shook her head. “No,” she replied. Jonathan wasn’t all head-long charge to the bedroom, but Parker, he was just like all the rest, all the other guys who just wanted to nail a sweet piece of tail. “Thanks for the offer, but I got someone.”
”That nerd?” Parker threw his head back and started to laugh.
“Hey!” In a second Faith had her hand around Parker’s throat, lifting him off the ground. “That nerd has been risking his life fighting vampires for years while you’ve been screwin’ around like a dog on heat, have a little fuckin’ respect!” She dropped the youth. “You say anythin’ to Johnny, and me and you are gonna have words, you dig?” The boy nodded sullenly. “Wicked, I’m sure we’ll all get along fine now.”
Turning on her heel, she walked off. Shower first then she’d have to find Jonathan. Or, she smirked, find Jonathan and then shower. Yeah, that sounded more fun….
* * *
Gunn groaned as the door slammed open and he heard Holtz enter. Seeing Larry rising and start towards the lounge, he stepped between the former football star and the entrance, his back to the door. “Be cool man, let Xander deal.”
The lounge door swung open and the bearded demon-hunter glared in. “Get your equipment together. Tonight Angelus dies!”
“No one’s going anywhere,” Gunn pushed Larry back even as he met the centuries out of time warrior’s gaze. “Cool it. Not without Xander’s say-so.”
Holtz’s nose turned up. “You think to give me orders, boy?”
“I think,” Gunn turned to face the shorter man, glaring down at him. “You call me boy again and I’m gonna be dancin’ on your head, that’s what I think.”
Holtz sneered up at him, apparently unimpressed by his warning before looking past him into the hushed lounge. “Get your weapons it’s time we put an end to Angelus and his
cohorts!”
“No-body’s going anywhere.” Gunn heaved a relieved sigh at the sound of Xander’s voice. If the lounge was hushed before, now it was graveyard silent. “And me and you need to talk about who is in charge here.”
“You think you are worthy to lead?” Holtz sneered.
* * *
Faith nodded as she saw Cordy heading towards her. “Hey, C, ya seen Jonathan around? I kinda got a itch I’d like him to scratch.”
”No and ‘ew!” Cordy’s nose wrinkled. “You’ve got to come quick, Holtz’s back and Xander’s gone to confront.”
”Ah hell!”
* * *
Xander stared at the legendary vampire-hunter, a cold finger of fear itching up and down his spine. For all of that, Xander stared evenly at the older man. “Put that gun down and we’ll find out.”
”As you wish,” Holtz smiled suddenly, the gun dropping from his hands as he lunged at Xander.
“Ah!” Xander grunted as he slid inside a right only to catch a kick to the shin. Pain blazed through his leg as he stumbled forward, just managing to block a right hook on his arm.
His right hand came up, grabbing the vampire-hunter by his jacket and yanking him forward, his head driving down to crash into the 18th century man’s face.
At least that was the plan, instead Holtz swung an arm up, blocking his assault on his forehead while driving a knee up and into Xander’s gut.
The air gusted out of Xander’s lungs but instead of doubling up he fell backwards, slumping into the wall behind, a quickly-delivered uppercut snapping his head back. Xander growled as Holtz smirked at him, twisting out of the way of the time-traveller’s body-shot and crashing a retaliatory elbow into the side of his adversary’s head. The demon hunter twisted at the waist towards him, Xander knocking the surprise off his face with a right to the jaw.
Blood sprayed the wall as Xander’s fist collided with the vampire-hunter’s mouth. Holtz swayed beneath his follow-up left and swung a wild right that Xander slapped aside before driving a knee up at the Englishman’s crotch only to be blocked on his thigh. Xander stepped into the man, taking a left in his stomach as pre-payment for jamming a thumb into the vampire-hunter’s left eye.
”Aaaah!”
The moment the demon hunter’s hands instinctively moved up to cover his face, Xander smashed a left hook into the side of his head while kicking his legs from under him. Xander stared down dispassionately at his downed rival. “These are my people, not yours.”
* * *
Faith whistled as she watched the fight end. “Ya know C, I don’t think Xan needs my help,” she glanced at the cheerleader, “well not unless you’re still playin’ the ice-maiden card,” she needled. “I could help with that-.” Faith grinned as the cheerleader’s hardening face then scowled as she noticed something. “Gotta scoot.”
Leaping forward, she grabbed Holtz’s wrist as he reached for an ankle-sheathed knife, the demon-hunter grunting as she effortlessly twisted his arm up his back. “Nice moves, Xan,” she praised, “only next time, watch your back.” Faith glanced around the crowded hallway. “Everybody out, me and Holtz are gonna have words.”
* * *
By the time Angelus returned to the Bronze he’d mostly healed, courtesy of a very accommodating pre-teen out walking his dog that he’d fed upon. However his shock at the return of Holtz remained unabated. “Ripper!” he roared as he pulled the former night-club’s door open. “We’ve got trouble-.” His voice trailed off as he belatedly registered the ash-grey pentagram adorning the floor and the black-robe, bronze-masked figure knelt at its centre, Ripper standing by the pentagram, the club otherwise uncharacteristically empty.
“This,” Ripper shot him that most unGileslike smirk he’d become used to over the past few years is, “is Vocah.”