Jennifer brushed strands of her long hair off her face as she watched Angelus, correction *Angel*, across the table. A paradox, really, almost as much of a one as she was. It was difficult being an ancient demon trapped in a child's body. She looked like she was twelve, when in all of reality, she was sixteen when her sire saw her potential, feared her, and changed her. Ash and Umbra, in all of their aires, didn't know how hard she had it, and what she could do to them if she wished.
But, her youthful appearance could be put to good use. Who would expect a sweet, elfin girl to be a bloodsucking fiend in all reality?
Angel saw past that, and was respectful. Interesting even more.
She held out her hand and showed the ring. The garnet gleamed like fresh blood in the dim light. The stone almost had a supernatural appearance to it. If it was her own power, or just a quality of the stone, Jennifer didn't know. Angel said, "The symbol looks Celtic, but it isn't."
She smiled again. Smart boy. Not really a boy though, even though he was much younger than the child fiend. No, this was no boy, this was a man. She said, "Smart boy."
Both of his eyebrows raised quisicaly at her. Almost like he was insulted, but was too dignified to say anything about that. Jennifer liked that.
She also liked his dark brown eyes and his broad shoulders. Ash was not going to have him, and if Jennifer had to do something drastic to the Slayer of Slayers, so be it. Angel was going to be hers. The thought was a nice one. She could probably bend him to her will. She had the power to.
"The ring," Angel reminded her.
She smiled. He liked to stay focused, good for him. Another point in his favor. She smiled and answered, "All in good time Angel. I'll get to that in a moment."
He glared and strummed his fingers on the scared table. Jennifer caught a glimpse of a device hidden under his sleeve. A stake ratchet device, used to kill vampires. Cleaver indeed. She was going to break cover to him, and now she saw perfect reason to.
She said, "The Circle."
He looked puzzled for a moment as he slurred, "It sounds familiar."
She chuckled and twisted the ring on her finger. She said, "It should. We seven are connected to every vampire, including yourself, on the planet in some shape or form. We each have our own covens, who have their own covens and so on. Our reach is spread across the world. Your Master was even below us."
"I seriously doubt that," Angel replied.
She chuckled and said, "It's true, Angel, in fact, you are closer to the Circle than he was."
Angel's jaw tightened and twitched. His dark eyes flared and narrowed at Jennifer. She watched him, wondering if he would attack, and if she would have to use her power on him. He hissed, "Your lying."
Jennifer smiled and took the ring off her finger. She tossed it to him, and he caught it in midair. She told him, "You know I'm telling the truth, Angelus. Darla, she had a ring just like this."
"If she had been on your so-called Circle, I would have known it," he snarled at her.
Jennifer pitied him. She said, "Your poor soul. You're not accepting this, but the demon, the part you fear and hate, knows this for a fact."
He handed her ring back. He stood up and said, "I'll see if you're telling the truth or not."
She smiled lazily and said, doing her best Vegeta impression, "You won't like what you find." Then she chuckled. Sometimes looking like a child had its advantages.
Angel took one last look at her then left the bar. Jennifer just smiled as she slipped the ring back on her finger. She had some gloating to do in front of Ash and Umbra.
* * *
"The Circle, look it up." Angel knew he sounded harsh, but if what that little demon told him was true, then, he wanted to take care of it. Wesley and Cordelia looked up at him, Cordelia showing her computer screen, and Wesley showing him a book.
It was the ring.
Angel asked, "What is it?"
Wesley answered, "I thought the Circle was only a myth, but I guess not. They exist, and almost every vampire on the planet is connected to them. They are well hidden, even among other vampires, maybe that is why you do not know of them, Angel."
Angel shook his head in disbelief. Cordy added, "They've got like, henchmen, spread everywhere. And if the Circle summons, well, then Buddy, they're there. It's not pretty."
Angel ran his finger through his hair and said, "Damn." He turned to them and said, "Look up Darla."
"Your sire, but shouldn't you know more about her than I?" Wesley asked him.
Angel shook his head and said, "It wasn't like we were joined at the hip, Wesley. Darla and I had our differences, and she hid things from me, like I did her. We were lovers and hunting partners. We didn't keep eternal tabs on each other."
Cordelia said, "Yeah, because that could be really boring." Both stared at her in disbelief. Cordy asked, "Hey, what did I say?"
Angel turned from her to look at Wesley in the eyes. He told him, "See what you could find about the Circle, about their members, if they have any patterns, and what their goals are, all right."
His group nodded and went on their work. After all, he did pay them well.
* * *
Ash watched as Umbra was focusing her power into a large smokey quartz crystal. What she was doing? Ash didn't know, Ash wasn't a witch, or even a spell caster at that. She was a vampire, a hunter, not an energy wielder.
Umbra sat in a circle of candles, with a pentagram drawn in there with salt. She sat in the middle of the pentagram, Lotus style, with the crystal setting in front of her. Her eyes were closed, and she was motionless. Ash thought that was slightly creepy.
Ash's hairs on the back of her neck picked up as she thought as a magical breeze rushed through the room, playing with the blue and black strands of hair around the witch's head. Umbra just sat there, in perfect accord with everything. Ash wouldn't have the patience to do that.
Umbra chanted, "By the power of Hecate I call thee. By the might of Artemis I evoke thee. By the wisdom of Athena I beseech thee. Show me what I need to see."
Ash silently added in her head with a dramatic irony. She was quiet as her friend chanted though.
Umbra's brilliant blue eyes snapped open. She stood up in the pentagram, and the crystal hovered to her eye level. Ash watched, slightly impressed. Umbra hovered off the ground as well. "Holy shit," Ash softly cursed. Magic was a strange, untouchable force. Ash preferred the physical more than the metaphysical.
Umbra settled back to the ground and the crystal drifted softly back to the wood paneling. She looked up at Ash and said, "Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zip."
Ash asked, "Well, what were you trying to see?"
Umbra shrugged and answered, "I've got a bad felling about Jennifer."
"Creepy child fiend, that's a normal thing," Ash replied.
Umbra shook her head and said, "No. I've always had this bad feeling about Jennifer, but this time it's stronger."
"A magical felling?" Ash asked.
Umbra shrugged and answered, "Not sure, but every time I try to tap into it, nothing happens. Or, it's almost like the brat is hiding something."
"It's never good to talk to about someone behind her back, because you would never know when she is listening," Jennifer said from the doorway with a smirk on her elfin features.
"Drop dead," Ash told the girl as she turned back to Umbra. She never liked Jennifer, and Umbra's misgivings now only helped fuel that hatred. She added, "We have grown-up stuff to do, so go watch ‘Dragon Ball Z' or whatever." She dismissed Jennifer with a wave of her hand.
Jennifer's normally sullen grey eyes twinkled as she said, in a singsong voice, "I met Angelus."
Both vampires spun on their sister. Umbra asked, "How?"
Ash rolled her eyes and said, "Yeah, right."
Jennifer smiled as she walked over to them, obviously taking pleasure in their discomfort. She said, "He likes to be called Angel. The surveillance videos don't do justice for him, and he's really quick on the uptake. Oh, and he now knows about the Circle now."
Umbra looked thoughtful. Ash had to give points on another thing with Umbra, her inelegance. Umbra said, "Well, that could be useful, Ash."
Ash bit her lip and chewed on it. She stopped herself and frowned. Tricky little brat. Ash *really* hated her now. To echo her thoughts, Jennifer said, "He's smart, and careful. He doesn't underestimate his opponents."
Ash smiled at Lindsey as he walked into the room. He looked at the three female vampires, his eyes lingering for a moment on Umbra, then looked directly at Ash. she thought with a slight grin. A crush that could get him drained or turned.
He said, "Ash, I've found the police files that you've requested."
Ash smiled. She was hungry and wanted to hunt. Her prey was foul scum, usually rapists or worse, so that required police files to know what these scum looked like, and where they gathered. She took the folder from Lindsey and began to page through it.
Interesting. She studied a file for Camon Barnes. Wanted in two states for raping young women between the ages of 16-25. He had a pattern in his prey, attractive blondes. Which, Ash was. The dinner bell was rung.
She smiled as she imprinted the scum's face into her mind. She handed Lindsey the folder, saying, "I think I'm gonna go get me a bite to eat." She smiled at Umbra wickedly, and Umbra grinned back. She didn't even give Jennifer a second glance as she left the room.
* * *
Each of them was researching, and Angel was relived to hear the phone ring. He grabbed it before Cordelia did and said, "Hello, Angel investigations." Cordelia glared at him from her computer as he sat the book he had been glancing through on her desk.
"Angel, it's Kate," Detective Kate Lockley's voice came over the other line.
"Hi Kate, what's up?" he asked in a cheerful voice. It would be good to help work on a police case for a little while. Cordy and Wesley did the research. He did the field work.
Kate answered, "We found a body. Twin puncture wounds on the throat, corners saying no blood on the body."
Angel asked, "Where are you?" He didn't ask if could come, Kate would know that he would come anyway. That was why she called him. Their relationship maybe tense, with the death of her father and everything, but Kate wasn't going to let a good lead like Angel slip out of her grasp. Kate was a good cop. She was going to take all the help she could get
Kate paused for a moment before she answered, "San Monica Boulevard. You'll know it when you see it."
Angel smiled thinly and told her, "Thanks." The line disconcerted. Angel could see where she was coming from. Much had been heaped onto her ever since Angel had entered her life. He just had that effect on people. Her reality had been severely altered, everything she knew was scattered to the wind, and her father had been murdered, right in front of Angel's eyes, helpless to stop it.
Cordy asked, "Vamp kill?"
Angel nodded as he slipped into his duster. He said, "Sounds like it."
Wesley asked, "Do you want me to come with you?" The Watcher had hidden depths, just like Doyle did. He had more courage than he let out, and more skill. He was a valuable friend and ally. Just a year ago Angel had considered him an annoyance, but now he was proud to call Wesley Windom-Pryce his friend.
Still, Angel said, "No, I need you to stay here and help Cordelia research."
"Okay boss," both echoed as they went on with their work. Angel smiled as he shook his head in disbelief. He was still smiling as he left the office.
* * *
Police officers were doing their brisk work around a body. Angel walked up to find Kate standing beside the body. Kate jumped, and Angel made a mental note to try to make noise as he approached humans.
Kate gave him a pair of gloves, which he slipped on for professional sake only. As a vampire, little things like AIDS and Hepatitis didn't bother him. She said, "We were after this guy for months. Camon Barnes, wanted in two other states for rape. A call came in just half an hour ago."
Angel inspected the filth. He was a big guy, covered in tatoos and a bandana covering his shaggy brown hair. He looked like scum. Angel turned the corpse's head to see the fang marks. He said, "Yeah, it was a vampire."
Kate swallowed nervously and shook her blond hair away from her face. She asked, "Is he going to become another vampire?"
Angel opened the guy's mouth, which caused Kate to turn in revulsion. There was no blood in his mouth. The Rapist wasn't gonna come back as a blood sucking fiend. He shook his head and said, "No, there's no sign that he drank the other vampire's blood."
Kate looked a little green and asked, "You mean, to become a vampire, you have to drink their *blood*?"
Angel slowly nodded. Kate looked even sicker, and more wary of him. Angel mocked a sigh. This was getting a little old. He liked the policewoman and wanted to be her friend, but she couldn't get past the facts.
Then, he sensed another vampire in the ally. Angel took off his gloves and walked to the entry way. A tall, blonde woman dressed all in black caught his eye and moved away. Kate said, "Hey, Angel, where do you think you're going?" Angel ignored her as he went after the vampire.
She led him into another darkened ally, except this one was deserted. She said to him, "That asshole was charged with raping thirteen other women in two states. You're not gonna tell me that it was wrong to kill him."
Angel looked at her. She was tall, long, lanky legs, feminine curves, slender, dressed in black. She had pale, ash-blond hair that trailed almost to her waist. Her skin was pale of course, but paler than Angel's. She had a very beautiful face, sculpted cheekbones, aristocratic nose, pouting lips, and arresting icy blue eyes.
She stuffed her hands into her tailored leather jacket and said, "Come on, are you gonna try to kill me or not." With a slender hand with her fingernails painted silver, she brushed strands of her pale hair out of her face. A silver and garnet ring caught the light.
He said, "You're one of the Circle."
She smirked at him and said, "Boy, Jennifer was right, you are quick on the uptake."
Angel moved closer to her and asked, "Why did you kill him specifically?"
She looked him directly in the eye and said, "What he did to those girls, how I killed him was merciful compared on how he should die." She was telling him the truth. He could tell. And that was strange.
"Why do you care about some humans?" he asked her.
She smiled and replied, "Well, we know why you care about them. Cursed Boy."
Angel froze. He growled, "How did you know that?"
She smiled and replied, "I have my ways." Then she held out her hand. Angel didn't take it. She placed her hand back into her pocket with an amused smile. She said, "My name's Ash, by the way."
Angel grinded his teeth as he looked at her. She moved like he did, he noticed. A fighter's grace, but she put more of a preditory sway into her movements. It was captivating. Angel glared, where the hell did that thought come from?
Ash smiled and said, "I'll be seeing you." With that, she disappeared into the shadows, just like Angel did.
Angel grumbled, "Damn, no wonder that pisses everyone off." He made a mental note not to do that as much anymore. But, the important thing was to find out who Ash was.
* * *
Angel burst into the office. He had been to several local vampire bars and beat up countess bartenders and customers only to find out nothing about a beautiful vampire named Ash with long, pale, ash blond hair. He couldn't stop thinking about her, or her choice of prey. Or the way her icy blue eyes looked at him.
Wesley asked, "Was it a vampire?"
"One of the Circle, a vampire named Ash," Angel answered him.
Cordelia asked, "Did he say, ‘Hail to the king, baby?' or did he just whip out a large chainsaw and start dicing up zombies?"
Angel looked at her and said, "Ash is a woman. And she doesn't use lame pick-up lines either." Angel had seen the "Evil Dead" trilogy with Buffy and her friends before they lifted the curse. Something strange happened, his mind wasn't filled with a heartbreaking image of Buffy Summers. No, he was thinking of the disturbing vampire named Ash. He started to pace.
"Did you kill her?" Wesley asked him.
Angel shook his head and wondered why he didn't try to kill her. Was it her choice in prey? Feeding off someone who deserved to die or worse anyway? Or was it just *her*? Her energy, her cockiness, her persona. He wasn't sure, so he answered, "No, she disappeared before I even got to try anything. She basically revealed that she's in the Circle, that she killed the guy, who was a rapist wanted in two other states by the way, and left."
Cordelia asked, "So she was a hottie then?"
Angel looked at her, glared at her. He asked, "What makes you think that?"
Wesley answered, "You just defended her choice in feeding. Why?"
Angel shrugged, suddenly uncomfortable. There was something about Ash that was different from other vampires, it was like the same thing that kept him from killing Spike, but stronger. He answered, "I don't know, Wesley, and I'm not sure I want to."
* * *
Ash took off her jacket and tossed it on the overstuffed chair. She was in the penthouse suit of the Hilton, funded by Russel Winters Enterprises of course, and she was restless. All of her vamps, which consisted of about four, including herself and Jaquline, were bedded here. Hunters and his coven was in the Ramada, Damon was shacked up at Roosevelt Hotel, Umbra had an old Victorian house for her coven, Dais and his followers where God Knows Where, and she didn't care where Jennifer was at.
She walked to the table in the office like space and flipped on her laptop. She logged on the Internet and waited for the phone to connect. Despite her immortality, Ash was very impatient, she didn't like to wait. She liked things to happen *now*. She didn't like to wait. She didn't like to wait when she was alive, and look where that got her: Immortality, totally board.
As the computer hummed its connection, she reflected on how she got to her present situation. How she joined the Circle.
* * *
London, England, 1339
Ash growled softly in her throat. The Plague was really taking its toll on these humans, tainting their blood with the stench of death. She was hungry, but she didn't want to fill herself on the blood of the unclean. So, she continued to walk in the night, alone and perfectly well.
"Hello there, Lassie," a drunk voice spoke behind her. At this distance, she could smell the ale coating him. She spun around, tired. He wasn't sick, but he was drunk, and the smell of sex was strong on him. That, and blood. Her eyes narrowed in hatred.
She asked, "Where is the poor girl?"
He smiled and purred, "She's just fine Lassie. She's a very happy one, now, aye, she is. Filled her up right good."
Ash gritted her teeth and began to feel her face change. Even after all of this time, she couldn't shake off how she became a vampire. She could still feel her sire's weight on her, hurting her, making her cry out and beg him to stop, but he did not. Then, the ultimate violation, after what he put her through, he had sunk his fangs into her throat and drank deeply. Then, he had cut his throat open and bled into her mouth, changing her forever in that split moment.
She changed and sprang at him. He cried out, made the sign of the cross, called her a demon, prayed to every Saint he held dear. It made no matter in the end. She tilted his head back with ease and drank his intoxicated blood dry. His body dropped to the ground with a heavy thud.
"Get away from him, foul demon," A young girl's voice commanded. Ash turned. She had heard there was a Slayer here, a nobleman's daughter. She was small with a head of bright red hair and dressed in black leggings and a green tunic. She held a wooden stake firmly in one hand.
Ash smiled. It had been ten years since she had killed a Slayer. Her face morphed back to normal. Ash told her, "Ah. You do not know what this man did. He deserved to die."
The Slayer looked her over and said, "Ash. The Slayer of Slayers. I have heard of you. My Watcher keeps very good references of you at hand."
Ash looked her over and said, "Really? Interesting young one. What is your name?"
She blinked in surprise. Ash liked to know the names of the Slayers she killed for future reference. The girl answered, "Catharine Crossly. That tis my name."
"Catherine Crossly. Pretty name. Too bad I must kill you," Ash told her.
Catharine drew to her full height, which was no where near Ash's. She said, "You will become nothing but your name sake, Demon. So prepare thy self."
Ash only raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms mockingly. The girl charged. Ash stepped out of the way, changed, grabbed her arm, then sunk her fangs into the Slayer's throat. Catharine Crossly cried out as Ash reveled in the power of her blood as it flowed down her throat in a sweet, coppery rush. Her body dropped next to the foul man's.
Then, strangely enough on this night, she sensed another vampire. She turned around to see a handsome man with dark red hair and silvery blue eyes. He smiled at her and held out a hand, which a garnet glinted in the dim light. Compelled, Ash felt her face return to her human features as she took his hand.
* * *
The computer connected and Ash was on the Net. One of her many talents was hacking. It was fun, had an air of danger to it, and a necessity almost. It kept things hidden from the Circle, like her "ghost" banking accounts.
Over her two thousand years on this realm, Ash had collected a vast amout of money. So, she kept over half of it hidden incase something happened with her relation with the Circle. She didn't want to lower her standard of unlife, did she? No, she did not.
She typed in the word: VAMPIRES in the search engine and waited. She found the dairies of an old Watcher on line. She started to read through them. He was a Chinese man and his Slayer had fought during the Boxer Rebellion only to be killed by William the Bloody, a.k.a. Spike. Sired by Angelus of all people. There was a lot on those two vampires, and how Angel's killing habits had just stopped. Fisstz. Nada, nothing, no more killing and maiming humans after being the Scourge of Europe for almost one and a half century. It piqued the Watcher's curiosity, but he mainly spoke of Spike's killing of his beloved Slayer.
She started to look up Angel. There was a whole bunch on him. There was a web site done by a girl who called herself Wiccan Willow, who had a whole section on Angel's history, as well as Spike and Drusilla, the insane clairvoyant lover, who, again, Angel had turned. But he had driven her insane first. Angelus was evil. Angel was not. Angel was something else, walking the tightrope of good and evil, sometimes swerving wildly on one side then to the other.
He was an outcast. Alone, and this bothered Ash. Darla cared for him, but she had died, apparently killed by Angel's own hands. He had done so many things to make up for the evil that he did, that he couldn't be accepted by anyone if he reverted back to type.
Wanting to know anymore, Ash logged off the Net. She closed down her laptop and just sat there, strumming her fingers against the oak of the table. She picked up the phone and rapidly dialed Irons' number. If anyone would know anything, it would be Irons.
Irons' voice came over the other line, "Hello."
Ash strummed her fingers against the wooden table as she spoke, "Hey, Ian, I want you to look something up for me."
Irons wasn't that old, a little more than one hundred, but he was intelligent, and the whole thing that he was a Watcher gave him a little bit of an edge. Irons asked, "What, Ash?"
Ash felt a catty smile play across her lips as she said, "Angelus. Anything that could be of use."
Irons replied, "Of corse then. I will get right on it."
Ash smiled and said, "Thanks."
"Good night," Irons told her as the phone went dead, signaling disconnection.
"Good night to you too," Ash replied to him in response as she hung up the phone.
* * *
Cordelia watched as Angel sketched the mystery vamp. He usually did sketches like these pretty fast and easily, but he was having some difficulty in drawing this chick named after the hero in a B horror movie. He was working carefully and slowly, taking his time with it.
She was a pretty young woman, defiantly prettier than Buffy. She was tall, slender, but curvy in all of the right places, sort of like Nicole Kidman, Cordy thought. She had long, seemingly blond hair because Angel shaded it in lightly that fell to her waist. She was dressed in all black, a tailored black leather jacket, probably from one of those Parisian shops that Cordy always wanted to shop at, tight, hipster jeans, and a tank top, probably silk or velvet. She stood at ease in the drawing, like she was in control of everything.
Cordelia remembered what that was like and envied the vampire for it.
Then Cordelia studied her face. High cheekbones, large eyes, an aristocratic nose, pouty lips that were tilted in a smart ass grin.
Cordelia said, "Yep, defiantly a hottie."
"What?" Angel asked as he looked up at her. Cordelia shook her head as she took the charcoal drawing from him.
She answered, "Poor Angel, always falling for the dangerous type."
Angel gave her a strange look. Cordelia recognized the look, it was between confusion and anger. She rolled her eyes and said, "Oh come on, look at her. You can't tell me that she's a full-blown hottie. If Xander was here he would be panting after this picture like *Xander*."
Angel replied, "I don't know what you're talking about. She's a vampire, a very evil and dangerous vampire."
"So where you," Cordelia reminded him, then remembered to add because he was touchy about this thing, and didn't want to see him brood endlessly for the next century, "But that was that nasty demon inside of you, not you. You're not Angelus, your Angel, and if you say anything different, I'm gonna kick your ass."
Angel's dark eyes blinked. Cordelia sat down beside her best friend and sighed. That was a weird thought, Angel as her best friend. He said, "Thanks, I think."
She smiled and said, "But you still think she's a hottie."
"No, I don't," he replied tensely.
Cordelia smiled, she was enjoying teasing him about this. Angel was so hard to tease because there wasn't much to tease him about that wouldn't get him really pissed. Bring up Buffy, and whoo buddy, Brooding Boy is back in full force.
To test the waters she simply said, "Buffy."
Angel wasn't paying attention. He was adding more to the drawing. Mainly drawing Ash again. Cordelia watched as he drew her in a different pose, with her hand smoothing her long hair out of her face. Cordelia smiled at that.
She asked, "So, what was this mystery vamp like?"
Angel answered, a slight smile hovering around his lips, "A real smart ass."
"Ummhimm," Cordy murmured as she watched Angel sketch the vampire.
Angel nodded and replied, "Yeah, she was a real smart ass. I wanted to hit her."
That was a lie if Cordelia had ever heard one. She told him, "You know, it's good that you're moving on and everything, but maybe you should stick to non-evil chicks who have a problem with killing the good guys."
Angel thought aloud without knowing it, "She didn't seem evil. There was something . . . off about her. Something I can't put my finger on."
"Lust?" Cordelia asked him as the phone rang. She picked it up this time, saying, "Hello, Angel Investigations, we help the hopeless."
A mocking female voice with a slight husky throb to it answered, "Ah, hello. Could you take a message for Angel please?"
"Sure," Cordelia told her warily, not sure to give Angel the phone or not.
The girl replied, "Good. Tell Angel to meet me at the Lido at midnight. He'll know who to look for." Angel was silently demanding for the phone.
He grabbed it from her with one fluid motion. He ignored Cordelia's glare as he said, "Ash. Is this . . ." Puzzlement etched into his handsome features as he hung the phone up.
Cordelia said, "She wants to meet you at the Lido at midnight." Then, as an after thought, she asked, "Do you know how hard it is to get into that place?"
Angel shrugged, slipped on his duster and started out of the office. He said, "Ash has answers, so I'm gonna find them out."
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