Alex jumped out of the way, as the big, one eyed, man tried to bring his axe down on him again. He had noticed the ring on his finger immediately and recognized it as the same the Order of Taraka wore. He ducked the swing and tried to pull his magnum out, but the big man managed to kick him in the gut, forcing him to drop it, he winced as he stepped back.
"Time for you to die," the one eyed man told him.
He stepped forward and raised his axe high. Alex struggled to pull his stake out of his pocket, but he was too late as the axe came down towards him. Then to his surprise the man yelled in pain and then fall forward, obviously dead. Alex turned to find Sara standing behind the now dead man with her gun still pointed ahead.
"Good timing," he gasped.
"Lucky the blade caught the scent of something evil," she said in reply, as she placed her gun back into its holder. "Any idea about who that was?" she asked.
"Yeah, he's a member of the order of Taraka, sorry make that former member," he told her.
"What is The Order of Taraka?" she inquired.
"They are a group of assassins, some are human and some are demons. I've run into them before, back in Sunnydale," he answered.
They stood, looking down at the corpse and did not notice a figure watching them from across the street, it snarled in anguish and then left.
Sara sat across from Alex, back in his apartment. He seemed tense ever since they finished burying the body of his attacker. He had kept looking over his shoulder, as if he expected someone or something to jump out at him.
"So, are you going to tell me a little more about this Order of Taraka?" she asked him.
"Sorry, it's just that knowing they have a contract out on me is a little unnerving," he apologized. "They are very evil and they never give up, until their target is dead," he sighed.
"How did they know where you were?" she asked him.
"I don't know, there's no record of me at all anymore," he said.
"You mean since the police assumed you were dead," she said with a frown.
"How did you know about that?" he asked a little surprised.
"I had a friend of mine find everything he could on Buffy Summers and her friends, alive or dead and that included the file of one supposedly dead Alexander Harris," she answered him.
"He is dead, got it? Alexander Harris died in Sunnydale," Alex shouted at her.
"Sorry, I didn't meant to upset you," Sara said softly.
Alex looked at her for a few minutes and then slowly realized he had allowed his anger to get the better of him. He nodded and smiled at her as he stood up.
"It's okay, I just didn't think," he said, leaning against the wall.
"Don't like being reminded of you past, do you?" she asked standing up as well.
"No, I don't. The very name sets of images of my past, images that remind me of my so called friends," he spat.
"Sorry, didn't mean to cause you any pain," she told him.
"Like I said no problem, I'm going to try and get some rest if you don't mind. If you come back here at seven I'll patrol with you and fill you in on the Order and what I know of Tars," he told her.
"Sure, see you at seven Alex," she said, grabbed her coat and left.
Alex stared at the door for a few minutes and then fell onto his bed and closed his eyes, as the nightmares came to him again.
Sara drove back towards her apartment and wondered how badly Alex's past affected him. He still seemed to be hiding something from her. She decided to gain his trust, so she could learn everything she could, maybe she could help him deal with his past and he seemed to be a nice guy, who just had been dealt a bad hand at life.
Buffy walked towards Willow and Tara's dorm room, hoping to smooth things out with her friend, although she knew when it came down to Xander, Willow was anything, but reasonable. She had noticed the way Willow's anger got worse and worse over what had happened to Xander. She just hoped Willow's anger wouldn't stop her from fixing things. She came across Tara just outside the dorms.
"Hey Tara," she said smiling.
"Hey, are you going to see Willow?" Tara responded.
"Yeah, to see if I can't straighten things out, how come you're out here?" Buffy replied.
"She's pretty angry at the moment, more so than ever. This thing about Xander is really dragging her down," Tara answered hesitantly.
"Oh, do you think I should just leave it for now?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah, it may be a good idea," Tara nodded in agreement.
"Okay, by the way get inside. I think I noticed a few vamps close by, I'm going to work my frustration of on them," Buffy told her.
"Okay and be careful," Tara said, before entering the building.
Buffy watched her go and then turned and headed towards the college cafeteria, where she thought she had seen the vamps. Two of them quickly appeared and one of them was holding a young girl by her neck, the girl was struggling to get free with little success.
"Slayer," the first hissed.
"Got it in one," Buffy said, pulling a stake from her pocket and moving forward.
The second vamp released his hold of the girl, who quickly ran away.
Buffy blocked the shot from the first vamp and ducked the lazy swing of the second She came up and kicked the first on in the stomach and quickly staked him, the second managed to kick her in the side, but she rolled with it and came up and managed to sweep the legs out from the second and quickly staked it also.
"Two for two," she said with a smile, as she began walking away. She didn't notice the person just behind the tree who started to follow her.
Alex woke up, soaked in sweat, as the nightmare left him. This time it had been different, it had begun with his returning to Sunnydale along with Sara tracking Tars. They bumped into Willow and Tara who had not recognized him and then Buffy and Giles had shown up and told them Anya had been killed by some new vamp. He had known instantly it had been Tars.
They had joined forces to try to stop Tars, but because of their past problems first Willow, then Tara and finally Buffy had each been killed and he had been forced to watch, without being able to do a thing to help. Someone with no face had shot Sara.
He pushed himself to his feet and walked over to the window, wishing it had just been a normal nightmare, but something inside him told him the nightmare had a hint of truth to it.
Sara was surprised to see Alex sitting just outside his motel room. The look of his face unnerved her. He looked like he had just lost his best friend He didn't even seem to notice her, when she sat down next to him.
"Alex?" she inquired.
Alex didn't answer, he just kept staring ahead, as if the world was standing still. She wondered what had happened to put him into this state.
"Alex?" she asked again.
"Just thought, I'd watch the sun set," he whispered so low, she could barely hear him.
"What's wrong Alex?" she asked carefully.
"I had a nightmare, which scared the shit out of me," he replied.
"About what?" Sara watched him carefully, studying his reaction.
"About us going to Sunnydale hunting Tars, we joined forces with Buffy and her gang and one by one they were killed and you were shot by a faceless man," he replied hesitantly.
"I see, well it was just a nightmare Alex, just try and put it behind you," Sara told him, already guessing Alex was tormented by nightmares from his past.
"No," he hissed. He stood up and looked down at her, his eyes seemed to dance with fire startling her.
"It wasn't just a normal nightmare. It was real and it had truth to it. Whatever I saw, it could come true," he told her. "The Slayer has prophecy dreams. She sees things that will happen, it warns her of trouble and for some reason I just had one. Tars isn’t a normal vampire. He's different and dangerous," he added, the fire in his eyes intensified.
Sara was stunned at the way Alex was acting. His entire body seemed to be filled with some sort of energy and the fire in his eyes seemed almost hypnotic.
"If he is different, how do we kill him?" she finally asked, standing up as well.
Alex looked away before she could look into his eyes.
"I don't know, only someone from my past could help," he replied, after a few minutes.
"Which one?" she asked, knowing he meant one of Buffy's team.
"The Watcher," he replied, not daring to mention his name, knowing it would most likely end up in giving him more nightmares about his past.
"So you're going back," she said and he knew it wasn't a question.
"Have no choice, got to go back and face my demons," he responded, once again staring at the sun.
"You're going to need some help Alex," she told him, gently taking his hand in hers.
He turned and stared at her and then once again looked out to the moon and then back and nodded.
"Okay, we go back, but first we have to make a stop in L.A.," he agreed.
"Why?" she asked confused.
"So that I can get some guidance from Nikki and pay my respects," he said and then he entered his motel. He grabbed a battle-axe of the table and put it into his trench coat, then rejoined Sara outside.
"Okay lets patrol and then I'll fill you in on the Order and what I know,” he said, with a strained smile.
She nodded and followed.