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The Vamp with No Name

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This story is No. 5 in the series "Scattered". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: What happened after the Hellmouth blew? Story number five.

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Literature > Vampire/Supernatural > Author: Kim HarrisondirebansheeFR1321,271013,8182 Oct 0815 Dec 08Yes

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Disclaimer: See chapter one


Silence greeted Willow's announcement.

"Did I hear you right?" came Kisten's voice from the doorway. "You can anchor our souls?"

Dawn turned to see the living vampire standing in the doorway, eyes locked on Willow.

"Um, I think so," the witch replied and pushed a strand of scarlet hair behind her ear. "I mean, I've done it a couple of times on a vampire from our world so it should be pretty easy. Of course I'd have to test it but..."

She was cut off as the ley line in the back/graveyard of the church flared to life, stealing the air for a split second. They all stared at each other for a moment before racing to the back door.

"What in the name of the Turn is going on?" Rachel demanded. She was almost always connected to the ley line that ran through her back yard and was certain that she would have felt someone tapping into it so she was pretty surprised to see the two figures emerge from the shimmering red sheet of ever after that had risen from the it.

The two figures, both men, stumbled a bit as their feet hit the earth and one began cursing, pulling his black leather jacket over his head and rushing to the shade of one of the large trees by the church. The other man looked up at the blue sky and muttered something about how it was strange that the sun here would affect the other man when none of the others had.

"That's great, Wes," the man under the tree said, shrugging back into his coat and patting gingerly at his hair and the tendrils of smoke that curled off of him. "Do you think that maybe you could ponder over that *after* we pick up Willow and Dawn and get back to the others."

Wesley gave Angel an unfriendly look.

"I was merely making an observation. There's no reason to get snippy," he said before finally noticing the small group crowded around the door. Angel stayed under the tree as the former Watcher walked up to them.

"Hello, Willow, Dawn," he said. "You're both looking well."

"Wes," Willow said, for once at a loss for words. "How've you been?"

"As well as can be expected."

"What are you guys doing here?" Dawn demanded, glowering at the vampire under the tree. She still hadn't forgiven him for abandoning her sister in the fight that had landed them in this world.

Wesley glanced back at Angel before returning his attention to the young woman.

"It's not a social call, I'm afraid. It seems as though the First wasn't defeated like we thought. It, like yourselves, was deposited into another plane of existence and according to the last vision Cordelia received from the Powers, It is going to attempt to blend all worlds together. Only those present at the last battle will be able to do anything about it."

"Aw, crap," Dawn whined. "Lemme get my stuff."





To be concluded in 'Rescue Me'

Almost done folks, thanks for sticking with the madness so far. It's appreciated.
~Dire Banshee

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