Shadows of the Night
Title: Shadows of the Night
Author: Jinni (email@example.com)
Disclaimer: All things AtS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things Smallville belong to DC Comics, the WB, et al.
Prompt: 11- Night
Author's Notes: Part of the .
Notes1: First in the "Two Halves" series.
If night had fallen, Chloe was out on the streets. It was just about a sure thing. That was one of many things he had learned since meeting her only a couple weeks ago. She was tenacious and reckless and stubborn and - well, there were just too many words to describe her, all of which labeled her a pain in his ass.
Connor smirked as he watched her slink through the shadows. She was getting better, he had to give her that much.
Still, she was far, far from being a savior of the innocent, no matter how hard she tried. One of these nights, in fact, she was going to get herself killed. He wasn't going to be around when she went on one of her damn fool little 'exploration' trips into the seedier sides of town, trying to find vamps and demons for that book he knew she wanted to publish one day (whether or not she admitted it), and she would wind up on the wrong end of someone's fangs...or spikes... or hands....claws...razor sharp brow ridges...hex...curse...enchantment...
The possibilities for her death were endless...and quite graphic.
No matter what he said, how rude he was, how nice he was - nothing did the trick. She refused to get it through her head that this was dangerous stuff she was playing. No, she just gave him 'that look' and said that she had a right to wander outside after dark if she wanted to.
Even when he had told her he wasn't going to save her anymore - she'd just looked at him like he was a moron and then carried on her merry way. (Which, that night, happened to be straight into a vamp nest.)
His eyes narrowed to slits as he watched her creep from shadow to shadow, the blackness swallowing her whole at times, giving him little to see except for the faint reflection of moonlight off of her blonde hair. He glanced around, taking in where exactly they were for the first time. And when he figured it out, he couldn't help but curse.
She wasn't that stupid...was she?
He had told her... TOLD HER... to stay away from that warehouse. Told her that it wasn't safe for her. Or for him, really, but he hadn't made mention of that little fact to *her*. The Destroyer could only destroy so much. There were only so many hands to hold sharp objects and decapitate with before even he became overwhelmed.
And they would be far, far outnumbered in there.
"No," he muttered, eyes widening as she took another step toward the warehouse. Screaming for her to stop would just alert everyone in there that there were trespassers.
That he sort of liked, he reminded himself, when she wasn't going out of her way to get herself in trouble and/or dead.
He pulled his cell phone from his pocket - a present from his 'other' parents - and dialed a number that he knew by heart even though sometimes he couldn't stand the man at the other end of it.
"I need help," he bit off angrily, not bothering to hide it. If it was anger at Chloe or anger at having to ask for help, he really couldn't decide at that moment. "The vamp hideout on 23rd and Main. The old TastyKakes warehouse."
Snapping the phone shut without waiting for an answer, Connor began his shimmy down the fire escape just as Chloe opened the warehouse door.
And was promptly yanked inside with a scream.
Just when he thought this might not go to hell, too.
He dropped the last twenty feet from the escape to the ground, knees bending instinctively to absorb the impact. Somewhere in the back of his head that 'fake' part of him warred with the logic of a man just walking away from that kind of fall. That part of him, though - the civilized, disciplined part that was oh so cultured and schooled, had little place here and now.
Now he just needed to find Chloe and keep her safe until the calvary could arrive.
The door wasn't locked, even from across the street he could see that it was cracked open a bit. Still, going in through the door probably wasn't the brightest idea - as Chloe had proven.
He eyed the building speculatively. Windows on the second floor looked good and there was a fire escape much like the one he had just come down on the other building.
Seemed as good a way as any to get in there, figure out where Chloe was and hopefully keep both of her and him alive until the so-called troops arrived to play backup.
It took a little work to get from the ground to the window, and then through the window, without making noise, but he managed. His forehead was damp with sweat by the time he looked down over the upper-floor railing to the warehouse floor below.
There was Chloe. Not hard to miss her. Everyone else in the place was wearing dark clothes and had dark hair. With her blonde hair, she looked like that annoying ray of sunshine that peeked through blinds into a dark room.
Twenty, thirty vamps - and some unspecified demon in the far back corner. That was what he noticed, anyway. There were probably more vamps lurking around someplace.
If he died tonight because of her, he was going to be very, very pissed off.
The vamps had brought Chloe to the center of the room and appeared to be taunting her in typical stupid-bad guy fashion. Connor held back a snort, though he did roll his eyes. Why did vamps have to be so cliche?
A mental inventory of his weapons left Connor pulling his hand axe from the sheath on his back. The stakes in his pocket would be good when it got down to hand-to-hand fighting - which he hoped wouldn't be until he had taken at least ten or more of them out.
He leapt into the thick of things, landing only a few feet from Chloe. Two vamps were beheaded and ash before the rest even knew what had hit them. A grim smile crept across his lips. This is what he liked, what he craved. A part of him would always want the violence.
It was a dance, him with them. This wasn't the movies and they didn't come at him one by one, waiting in a single file line for him to kick their collective asses. No, they rushed him. Chloe screamed for him to watch out, but he didn't need it. He ducked, avoiding a plank of wood that had been aimed at the back of his head. Another vamp dusted and now the demon in the corner was making moves like it wanted to get in on the fun.
"You just had to come here, didn't you?" he snapped at Chloe above the din of battle, sparing the briefest of moments to fix her with a glare.
"Just -- stand there and try not to die," he growled, tossing a stake toward her. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her fumble the catch, but still manage to get her fingers around it.
Good thing, because she was able to take out the vamp running right at her.
Was that warm feeling pride? Connor couldn't spare a moment to puzzle it. Or that thought of 'his girl' having just done in a vamp all by herself.
Though... 'his girl' did have a nice ring to it.
"If we live --" he began, pausing to decapitate another vamp and make the others jump back a step with a swing of his axe. "You want to -"
"Want to what?" Chloe panted.
He thought quickly, turning another vamp to ash in the process. What wouldn't sound all girly and cheesy? "Go patrolling sometime. With me?"
She cracked a smile, dodging a vamp of her own. "Um - is that some kind of weird vampire slayer kind of way to ask me on a date?"
"What if it is?"
She shrugged. "Just wondering. But, yeah - I'll go patrolling with you sometime. Maybe we can even eat dinner first."
"After," he corrected her. "Patrol works up an appetite."
"Great," she smiled, the grin fading as the demon's heavy footsteps shook the floor. "Now all we have to do is live."
The doors to the warehouse crashed open at that moment and Connor knew without looking who it was.
"Your dad?" Chloe gasped. "I'm gonna meet your dad?"
"Well.. he is saving our asses, so it would be rude to just cut out and not introduce you."
He was sure there was something smart about to come out of her mouth, but a blur knocking her to the side startled it into a scream.
The blur was, of course, Angel. And the body slam was to save her from the demon that had gotten far, far too close.
"Friend of yours?"
"Girlfriend," Chloe corrected.
"Dad - Chloe. Chloe - my dad."
"But...he looks too young to be your dad," Chloe muttered as Angel helped her to her feet.
He knew there was something he'd forgotten to tell her.