A Night on the Town

Angel ran up the to V and Nick's door, hair loose about her shoulders. She wore a black mini skirt that hugged her hips and so, and a midnight blue halter of leather holding to her curves, knee high boots on with thick heels, she knocked on the door, a smile on her lips.

"I'll tell later." She slipped past him into the apartment and followed the familiar scent to where V was, "Hey girl, what's up?"

V looked up at Angel from her reclining position. She slowly smiled. "Angel, hey there. Haven't seen you in a while." She put down her book, 'How To Kill a Pest Within Five Minutes' down and stood up.

She smiled sweetly, "Mommy was very nice to me while growing up." Angel then moved to the phone, calling up John.

"Then you are drinking tonight. Either you be here in ten minutes, or we'll come pick you up. Bye... " She hung up then with a smile.

Nick walked out of the bedroom with his arm wrapped around V's waist. She had redressed in a miniskirt and a white strap halter top, and knee high boots.

"Hmm... I don't know, I don't think it's safe for me to go there just yet. Accidentally broke a guy's arm." She smiled innocently. V shook her head.

A buzzer sounded throughout the house and V nodded for Angel to answer it. Angel smiled sweetly as she skipped to the door, opening with an innocently smile. Ah the joys of seeming "innocent" in leather mini skirt and halter. John stood in the doorway.

"I'm okay." He said, dressed in comfortable fit jeans, and a white dress shirt with sleeves rolled up, and shiny dark brown shoes.

Angel licked her berry colored lips once as she glanced over him once more before looking to V, a smile on those lips. "So, which bar?"

Angel stretched again, arms above her head so that her midnight blue leather halter top rose a bit. "This will be fun."

Jon gulped softly as they piled into Nick's pride and joy, '68 Mustang. It was a nice shade of red, no paint scratches or anything.

Nick growled as he brought the engine to life, and back out. As any man of Nick's age, he drove safely, yet quickly where John found himself yelling. "SLOW DOWN NICK!"

Angel put a hand on John's arm, reassuring him that Nick wasn't going to kill them, maybe her... but not John or V on purpose. Tires squealed as Nick took a sharp turn, following V's directions. At that sharp turn, Angel slide against John a bit, wincing a little. "Okay Nick, take it easy on the turns."

"I won't hurt 'em." Nick grinned, not seeing John's eyes staring at Angel's legs. He forced himself to pry his eyes away and started to pray softly.

Angel giggled softly as she stayed against John for a few more moments before moving back to her spot. >Oh, mother dearest.<

>Oh course not, but I'll probably give him something else if he keeps this up. He's so cute when he prays and he's bothered.<

They no sooner arrived at the bar, and as Nick pulled in and park, everyone was pushed forward. "I still got it."

V opened her door and got out, then lowered her seat so Angel and John could crawl out. Angel stepped forth from the car, straightening that shortened mini skirt, pulling the halter down a bit, a single ribbon of dark royal purple lay tied against her throat.

Angel knelt down on the ground for a moment as she pulled forth a folded picture, which she handed over to V. "Remember this?" It was a picture someone had taken of them dancing on the bar, dressed similarly as to what they wore now, dancing with whiskey bottles in hand.

Angel smiled as she took the picture back before John could see. As they got closer, the bar was packed. Angel skipped ahead of the line that was about the building, stepping up to the bulky bouncer, who stopped her and told her harshly to get back at the end of the line. "Oh, be nice Joshua."

A sweet innocent smile brushed over her lips as she lifted the picture up to the man's face, letting him see the "identification" of who she and V were. "You remember us, don't you?"

"Thank you Joshua." Angel smiled as she took John's hand and led him in with her, the people in line grumbling and yelling at them for cutting and such, Angel slipped the photo down the front of her halter, so that one would have to be insane to get it. Nick and V followed it. Music blared in the bar along with smoke. Angel glanced back at V, her fiery eyes glowing just slightly in their light blue abnormality, a smirk flickering across those tiers, she released John's hand and moved to the bar, leaning against it as she stared at the bartender.

Angel sighed softly as she looked at the ground. >V...I don't think Willy told this guy that we are the only ones who order Dancing Fire…Our cup of blood and such and then endless bottles of whiskey and vodka and those.<

She growled as she reached across the bar, grabbing the guy by the throat, nails biting into the skin. "Call Willy, and mind what you say." Yells cheered Angel on as the bartender yelled.

Minutes later, the man returned with a few bottles. "Here you go ma'am." His attitude had changed greatly. "IS there a table where you'd like more to be set up at?"

>That kid had better call Willy, or we'll have to do this old fashioned way, crawl behind the bar and get the drink's ourselves.< Angel smiled brightly at the idea, a hand brushing against John's side. He jumped slightly.

V leaned over the bar and dipped her finger in it and brought it to her lips and tasted it. >He did call Willy.<

>So I see.< Angel took a bottle, bringing it to her lips after it was opened, drinking almost half the bottle before setting it down upon the bar top. "Just leave the others behind the bar for the time being, you'll know when to put them here."

Angel giggled a bit at the order of the Bloodymary. >Hey V? Remember Mary? She was such a bitch... glad she didn't burn us with the other "Protestants" she caught.<

>Really? He's said he's drank before... just didn't specify on what.< Angel leaned more against John, her head resting on his shoulder, whispering softly. "You okay?"

She smiled softly as she winked at V, suddenly she moved up onto the bar, sitting there as she drank the rest of the whiskey, licking her lips gently, legs crossed gently at the knees.

Angel then stood up upon the bar, shaking her head with dislike a the song as she moved down the bar to where V stood, a hand extending down to her.

They had already started to gather attention from others within the bar, Angel looked at V. "I think there needs to be a change of song."

With that a change of song! Something that they could really dance to, Angel bent down and grabbed two bottle of whiskey, handing one to V as she moved past her to one side of the bar, giving each other room.

V grinned wolfishly at her as the song started out in a techno speed, then the beats grew and V moved her shoulders and hips to it.

Angel snapped the neck off the bottle right as one part of the music snapped into a loud entry, the whiskey then fell upon her body as she started moving with the music.

V did the similar motion with her bottle and her hair bounced up and down, and was thrown side to side as she moved to the music. Cat calls summoned up from the place.

It felt like a strip joint more than a bar. John's eyes grew wide and he looked at Nick who kept trying to get V off stage. Angel moved down the bar and back, moving that slender form in leather with the beats, hands rose to lift hair up off her shoulders, exposing them to the lights before the hair was dropped about them once more.

Angel was having fun, she missed this, V and her needed to do this more often, she glanced down at John, a sweet smile and wink to him. He was in a trance like state watching just her, his mouth open and catching flys.

In one swift motion, Angel bent down, one hand taking up another bottle, the other closing his mouth, then back up she went, opening the bottle, normally this time, tossing the top off somewhere and downing the contents as she danced, then the bottle soon followed the cap.

V danced around the counter, arms in the air. Angel followed suit almost as if they had planned this dance, they had, years ago. Other women had climbed on tables, trying to attract attention, but the majority of the males were locked on V and Angel.

The light hit V's hair right at some times, making it appear as if it were on fire, and as she went down for a bottle, she made a very suggestive motion at Nick.

As vampires, they had a natural seduction about them, able to move their bodies in feline movements, Angel moved down the bar a bit to a pole that stood there, a matching one on the other side, leaning and sliding down it then back up, this got several cat calls and whistles.

As Angel continued on with what she was doing, along with hands lifting hair up off her shoulder and back for a few seconds, only to let it fall again, she eyed John out of the corner of her eye, to see how he was handling all this. The poor man's mouth was wide open, following her as if she was the last thing on earth. She smiled and silently laughed to herself at this sight, winking to him.

V made her way over to where nick sat, and swung her hips gently, grinning at him, and making suggestive motions. Angel moved over to where V was, but she stopped before John, almost mimicking what V was doing, staying with the beats deep within the music, oh Nick was going to kill her later.

The music took a turn into a different song, something a bit slower, and almost right on the start oh the new, slower song, Angel slowed to match it, changing her rhythm oh movement.

Amongst the sounds of music and them dancing, a gun shot sounded, and with a shower of sparks, the radio went dead, Angel looked up from her spot on the bar in front of John, a bottle of whiskey in her right hand, fiery eyes glanced to the door of the bar, where several men in leather pants and jackets and all with sunglasses on, the one in the front lowered a shot gun.

"Yeah... why can't you people leave us alone?" Angel growled a little as she crossed her arms after setting the bottle on the counter, slowly walking towards V.

"Sorry to ruin your fun ladies, but we have our orders." A well built man to the side spoke, a deep voice, brown spiked hair...nice looking.

V cocked her head at them. "Ah...I see. Of course. Just information. Sod lying bastard." She cursed softly in Gaelic. "Get out now, or I will not be able to control what I do."

"You two were always too stubborn for your own good. Just like Dru, always wanting what you wanted, never considering the needs of others." The familiar tone sounded from a tall man, dark hair, and.... not human.

Another man stepped forward, this one was like the first speaker, young looking of around 1825 years, gelled back bleach blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. "Hello Va'Shanna, Angel...so nice to smell old blood."

A hand rose to cover her mouth a moment as she stared at the two familiar men before fiery pools dropped to look at V. >Va'Shanna.... it can't be possible... it can't."

Spike looked at Angel. "What should we want, pet? Angelus and I just came to claim our girls back." Angelus had moved closer to V.

Angel grabbed V's shoulder and pulled her back from the two, she growled at them warningly. V's hand reached down to her boot and pulled free her sai, they were two long dagger, easy to use to manipulate through fingers. Chinese martial artists often used them, but hers were embedded with Celtic designs.

"Va'Shanna.... is that really necessary?" Angelus grinned up at the red head, a playful smirk slapped across his face.

"Kitrina, mind your tongue, you are to respect your elders, and play nice." Angelus warned. This had caused a reaction from John.

Angel turned quickly, placing her back to Angelus and V, to stare up into the eyes of the blonde, a small whisper. "William..."

"Well, so our little Kitten has moved on in her life, what of you, dear Va'Shanna? Have you moved on and left poor me in the dark?" Angelus stepped up onto the bar towards V.

"Shall a girl reveal all her secrets?" She held the sai in position, ready to use when need be. "Get out, Angelus. My last warning."

Spike flickered his tongue out at John. "A priest?" He broke out laughing. "I smell religious devotion all over him!" He smiled and it reached his eyes. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen."

"Bloody fuck hell!" Angelus glared at Nick, completely vamped as he lunged at him, grabbing him by the neck. "You damn human you... you smell of her. You've touched my Va'Shanna."

Nick lowered his gun at Angelus' stomach. "Tough luck, pal. Sorry to inform you she belongs to no one." He pulled the trigger, sending yet another bullet into Angelus. As he was shot again, he grabbed Nick's arm with the gun, snapping the wrist.

Angelus turned, snatching V out of the air, grabbing the arm with the sai, and pulling it behind her back. "Va'Shanna... how could you be with a human, and an impulsive one at that?"

"You seem to love that trait about me." Spike informed her, "Especially late at night when we had those nice little hotel rides."

"Spike.... that was 150 years ago!" Angel seemed to have let her guard down a little, the dagger lowered a bit.

"I love it when you talk dirty, and you know better, I had a father, I also killed him." Angelus kissed her before tossing her away from him.

V was pushing herself up off the ground as she felt Angelus try to work the link they had shared so long ago. The link she had buried down. "I'm getting *really* tired of men nowadays."

And with the same ease that she had, Angelus moved out of the way from the swings, grabbing one of her arms to pull her close, kiss her and then toss her back.

Angelus got kicked back into the post, hitting the back of his head on the wood. Shaking his head, he back handed her hard.

V fell backwards and landed on her butt. She cast a quick look at Nick that told him to get John out of here, before she rocked herself and flipped up, using her legs.

"And so are you." She bumped into a wall behind her, by then, almost all of the occupants had evacuated the bar, she looked around quickly to find John, oh god she prayed he didn't try anything.

A bottle of whiskey was tossed at V as soon as she stood, oh he wanted her back, and he was going to get her, any means possible.

"No." For as soon as he had thrown the bottle, he had followed it, when she ducked the bottle, he socked her in the gut.

With his other hand, he pulled her up and sent his knee into her stomach, almost in the same spot as where he punched her. She cursed, clawing at him.

Angel slowly slid along the wall, away from Spike, trying to keep an eye on him and look for John. "Let's not, and say we did."

"I'm sure we can think of something to convince you, love." He grinned at where Nick was practically dragging John out. He started running towards them.

"Spike don't!" Angel took off after him, but she wasn't quite fast enough, though she was right on his heels. "Nick! John! Move!" Nick, hearing her, dove to the ground, pulling John with him. Angel jumped at Spike, tackling him almost.

And as she was tossed over his shoulder, she hit a wall and slid to the ground, wincing as her back and shoulders throbbed.

Nick looked down at John and passed him the keys. "Leave now, I need to help them, and can't do so if I have to worry about you. Go!"

Angel tried to stand, slowly doing so, her left arm had caught on a nail on the wall, and now had a long gash down her arm.

As John left, V was being held against Angelus' chest, her sai at her throat. >Angel, we're ankle deep in shit here!<

"Va'Shanna... why fight me?" Angelus licked her cheek as he then kissed her deeply. V bit his tongue viciously.

He growled as he pulled his head back, the sai tip was pulled across the side of her throat, creating a large gash before back handing her again, sai still in hand.

She growled and winced in pain as she was hauled up by her hair, she lashed out in a way that she knew he would hurt, kicking him in the nuts.

Despite his right hand was crippled, Nick held his gun in his left. He wasn't as good as he was with his right...but the gun made him feel better. He crouched down beside V, aiming the gun at Angelus' head.

"Va'Shanna, how could you chose a human, our food, over one of your own kind?" Angelus shook his head sadly. "Its unnatural. Well, at least we can count on young Kitrina, she's so easily turned towards things, and easily taught. She'll come back to us, like a good girl."

Angelus turned to face the bleeding Angel, eyes looking at her in slight disbelief. "Kitrina...." And with a scream that was cut short, he rippled into dust to fall upon the floor. The sai clanked to the floor as Spike roared.

Angel sighed as she sank to the ground, her right hand holding her left arm that was still bleeding from the deep cut that ran down her arm. She coughed and shook her hair free of dust, but winced as some of the dust landed in the open wound.

Angel slowly stood, holding her arm close, she stopped over the spot that Angelus had died... again. A ring lay there, a Claddaugh. V also noticed it, and frowned. Angel looked up at V before she bent down and picked it up, holding it in a balled fist. "I may have hated him, but at the time, you and him were practically the only parents I had."

Nick had helped the two women outside. John had pulled his car up and when he saw Angel, he called out her name.

Angel looked up towards John, relieved that he was okay. He ran over to her and eased his arms around her. She leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder as she sighed softly.

Nick dropped Angel and John off and after a long discussion, he went home with V. Angel pulled the keys out of her right boot and opened her door to go in, wincing when she bumped her arm on the door frame.

"Of course." He opened the door for her. She smiled softly as he did so, when the door was opened she stepped in, her left right hand reaching over to turn on the lights to light the house, or rather, the loft/apartment. After the lights turned on, John shut the door after them and asked. "Where do you wanna go?"

"To go wash the dust out of this wound." She smiled softly as she started for the stairs to head upstairs to the second level that could be seen from the first. "I'll be okay."

She smiled softly as she finished going up stairs and stepped behind a Chinese wall, where soon the sound of running water came, a small hiss, and then the water was turned off. She came back down stairs with a small medical kit in her right hand. "Think you can help me?"

He nodded as she moved to him and the couch. She handed him the medical kit as she sat down on the couch. He opened it and then methodically bandaged her arm. She sighed softly as she moved her left arm a bit, finding it hurt to move. "I guess I should have asked V to stay a bit before she left."

John went very still. Angel stood as she moved upstairs again, this time going to the left of the stairs, towards another Chinese wall.

John licked his dry lips, then signed himself, putting his hand from his forehead to either shoulder and chest.

A proclaimed "ow!" came from upstairs as a thud sounded off before it, a few clanks, and a few moments later, another OW!

Another small ow, and finally Angel came back downstairs, bare feet, and lose gray sweat pants and a black shirt that had a depiction of Anubis in gold and white on it, her hair up in a ponytail."I'll be okay. This should be healed in the morning."

"She's older. With a vampire's age, comes how fast you heal. It also depends on the wound. V's wasn't really deep, pretty much a wound upon the upper layer of the skin. Mine was deeper, therefore it takes longer. Do you want anything, John?" She asked as she moved towards the kitchen area.

She nodded softly as she came back and sat down on the couch beside his standing form. "You don't have to stay here, if you don't want to."

She smiled softly at him. "I'll be okay. I'm sure you have things to do, I'm sorry I dragged you out with us. I hope you don't get into trouble because of it."

She smiled softly. "Which part did you like best?" She leaned back into the black leather, watching him with light blue eyes.

"There isn't anyone here to hear but me. Or are you ashamed because you are a priest and shouldn't be thinking like this?"

"No, because I respect the fact that you are who you are, and I won't force you to tell me something that goes against what you are."

"It's not right to hurt other women. I wish I could've done something about it." He shook his head, looking at Angel. "I was so mad, disappointed when Nick joined the Navy, and from the SEALs he went into the CIA because of all the death. But tonight, I wanted to kill them because they hurt you."

"John." She looked at him surprised, it was like a Jedi saying that they hated someone and wanted to.. well... totally destroy them.

She smiled softly. "And I'm.. flattered that you are. The only person that has ever been protective of me, was V, when I was younger."

Her right hand rose to gently brush a strand of John's hair away from the side of his face, a soft smile on her lips.

He smiled innocently, one of those promising smiles that one gave that knew nothing of what he was getting himself into.

He walked towards the door and opened it. Before leaving, he said. "I had a nice night...not cutting the ... men. Thank you." He left.

A knock sounded on the door, softly at first. Angel looked up from the book she had in her lap, looked up at the clock, it was two in the morning. She slipped the book off to the side as she stood to go answer the door, cracking it open a little to see who was out there. "Hello?"

She smiled softly as she shook her head. "I'm fine, John. I was just reading. So, are you going to stand out there all morning or come in?"

She walked back into the living room and picked up the book from the couch, closing it completely, losing her place, it was an old leather bound journal with a worn silver plate on the front "Vlad Dracul".

"I collect old books and diaries. Hard to come across unless you know where to look for them. "She moved over to a book shelf and slipped the journal back amongst a few others.

She looked through a few of the journals before pulling one off the shelf, she then moved back to the couch to sit beside him, handing him the journal. "I think you might like to have this for yourself, or the church."

"It's Saint Peter's journal. Or at least one that is claimed to be his." She stood and moved to the kitchen, putting a kettle of water on the back burner.

"Sure." She started to reach up for a box on the shelf in the pantry, a small ow escaping her, for she had reached with the left arm, healed mostly, just tender.

She held back a laugh, oh boy. "Could you get the box of tea from the top shelf there?" She motioned to the box. She then moved over to a cabinet and removed two large mugs.

He grabbed it and handed it to her. He was redressed in loose blue jeans and a black long sleeve button down shirt.

She took it and fished out a tea bag of breakfast Irish tea, and one of blackberry tea and set them, the bags and the box on the counter. "What do you like in your tea?"

She smiled reaching over to a jar that had just plane granulated sugar, and scooped herself two spoonfuls of it into her mug, smiling a bit.

As he moved around the kitchen, he bumped hips with her on accident. She smiled softly. He just plainly blushed and apologized.

She poured the water into the mugs, put the kettle back on the stove on a non heated burner, got a spoon and stirred her tea.

She stepped a bit closer to him, her right hand rising to turn his head so that he faced her, she simply smiled before rising on toes to kiss him softly. "Don't assume of what you aren't sure of."

He shook his head. "I'm not anything like them. I'm too goodie two shoes. Heck, Nick would be more ideal for you than I."

"Here is something you might find interesting. Spike, William, he was a poet before he was turned. Eager to please a lady. Though his poems were sort of bad, he tried hard to write love poems. Though he made an ideal killer."

"Yeah, he was good at what he did..." She seemed to get a lost look in her eyes as she stared at the wall, a small twitch of a smile before she shook her head and picked up her mug of tea to take a drink from it.

"John, you aren't like Spike, or even Maverick, which I'm happy for." She set the mug down on the coffee table before her, the free hand then rose to brush over his cheek gently.

Her hand dropped as she looked at the floor before rising to move to the bookshelf again, pulling off a photo album, returning to flip through it a bit to find a picture of her and a man taller than her with slightly shaggy blonde hair and dark blue eyes. "Maverick... was my Chylder, he also at one point was my husband before he left me to wander around then to get together with V's sister." She sneered a bit at the thought of Jolie.

"It doesn't matter though, if I could have known what would have happened in the future, I would have left him to die." She growled as she stood to stand before the fireplace, staring at the dancing flames.

"Are you afraid that Va'Shanna will one day leave him to die, or even turn him?" She glanced at John from where she stood.

"He's in love with V...so...loyal to her. He'd walk to and from Hell if it meant saving her, being with her. And I know somehow Nick will." He looked back at her. "She will destroy Nick if she brings him over."

"She won't. Trust me. She loves him too much to end his mortal life." And looked away from him, sitting down on the floor in front of the fire place, sitting really close, her hurt arm laying at her side.

"Can you really say she'll watch him grow old and let him die? I see how much she adores him." He shook his head.

"John, answer me this..." She spoke softly as she stared at the flames. "You've said that you like me. How can you be sure that you won't get to the same state that your brother is at? Or me the same as V?"

"I thought I'd lose Nick when he went to the Gulf War. Then, when he joined the CIA...he nearly died on several occasions because he didn't kill Va'Shanna." John rubbed his temple. "I just don't know any more."

She looked over at him, biting her lower lip a bit hard before speaking softly, "Then... why feel anything for me, if it endangers your immortal soul or what you are?" She stood to quickly move upstairs, to lay on her bed, hugging a pillow with her good arm, and face down into it.

She sat up on the bed, looking at him through the black, sheer curtains that hung around the mattresses on the floor with the crimson sheets.

"Why after so many years that I fall for one...beautiful woman." He looked back up, creeping back into the shadows a bit. "A woman that doesn't settle for anything or one."

"I've never felt this way, and I feel like I'm fourteen all over again." He took a deep breath and released it slowly.

"I know that...and part of me isn't sure that I care." He looked at her. "I was glad that you called me when you did....the church that I was away visiting a few weeks ago, over 100 people were murdered. Mostly children. What type of God would allow that?" He looked away.

"I knew the mother of two of the children that were murdered. She killed herself because the griever was too great."

"And I couldn't do anything about it." He shook his head slightly. It seemed to be the only thing he did for the night.

He leaned against the wall. "You never had to deal with people and care so deeply for one race that you feel...pain everytime one dies."

"I've had to deal with mortals, and when I start to care for one, even as friend, if they get hurt... or die, what's left of my humanity seems to die with them."

She looked back at him through that dark, sheer material, fiery eyes almost seeing to glow in the light blue color. "I don't know."

She then thought better and looked down at the floor before looking back up at him. "John, I don't want to be the cause of you losing your job as a priest."

Slowly, he put one foot in front of the other so that he was standing in front of Angel. "You are so gorgeous, right now."

Even the darkened light on the second level, it was obvious when she blushed, she looked down for a moment then back up at him from her sitting position on her mattress, toward the center of it.

She was actually surprised at his actions, and it really showed on her face, this fault awkward, it was probably because priest... vampire... this was new! Oh god, Nick AND V are going to kill me. Was she doing something that no vampire has before?

Sometime during the course of the night V tried to get in contact with Angel. When no one answered the phone, she tried mentally.

Angel slowly moved closer to John, not sure what even she was doing, so she kissed him softly. Oh god, what am I doing? I shouldn't be doing this with him.... he'll lose his job... and Nick and V will kill me!

She wasn't doing anything but kissing him, which she stopped as soon as she heard V's screech, damn.. she was in trouble. >Yes?<

>Yes, his choice! He is doing this, being here, of his own free will! I wouldn't willing endanger his job as a priest!< Angel turned onto her side, facing John a bit as she closed her eyes. >V, please, don't tell Nick, please.<

>I know how much you love seducing men....but.....< V paused, being distracted for a moment as Nick did something. >If it's really his choice, and you want it, I support you. As for Nick...I'll save your bacon.<

>Please don't tell Nick. I promise when me and John decide something, on what's going on... we'll tell him. And I'm not purposely seducing him!<

>It's the best I can offer...take care of him and go easy, okay?< V sighed, now knowing why she never became a real mother.

She gently leaned against him as she lay in his arms now, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Her head resting on his shoulder. He kissed her forehead gently as they stayed indoors, hiding from the world.