From the dark a headed boot swung out and caught Angel square in the stomach. 
Winded he stumbled backwards into Spike. They collapsed in a pile on the dewy wet
grass.  Angel looked up into the face of his attacker.

"Wanna play some more?" Anya purred at him.

He flipped himself gracefully on to his feet, just managing to block another kick
from her. "Nah, I don't play with vampire bitch wannabe's," he replied smacking her
in the face.

"HEY! Watch the face tough guy," Anya backed away from him.

				~~~~~

Spike was up, stake in hand, poised to fight.  Suddenly his wrist was grabbed from
behind by another assailant, she twisted his wrist painfully and he lost his grip on
the stake. Thinking fast he elbowed the attacker behind in the face and was
satisfied by the moan of pain she emitted. Spinning round, he caught her with a
right hook, making the redhead stumble and lose her balance. He scanned the
ground for his stake but as he bent to pick it up, he felt her hand grab a hand full of
his hair. She yanked him downwards and kneed him in the face. Blinding pain shot
through his nose and his vision was blurred by the tears, so he didn't see the right
hook she planted on his chin. He felt hard on the grass; she was on top of him in a
flash, straddling his chest. She pulled his hands away from his face, pinning them
under her knees. He found himself nose to nose with her; she smiled and then
licked the blood from his nose.

"Hmmm tasty, I just love the taste of blood tinged with fear," she whispered.

"Get off me!" 

"Oooooh and a dash of panic too," she laughed.

Spike tried to buck her off, but she held on tight like she was riding a rodeo horse.  
He successfully released one of his hands and grab a hand full of her hair; yanking 
hard he managed to roll her so he was on top.

"That's better, I prefer to be on top," he smiled, sharply yanking her hair he leaned
in and continued, "You know it's not polite to pull hair, it really hurts doesn't it?"

She responded by head-butting him in the face, furious, he slapped her back only to
have her laugh at him.  Once again he looked around for his stake, it was just out
of reach and he didn't want to lean over to get it for fear of her getting away.  As it
was, the decision was taken from him as he was hit full on by the other vampire
Angel was fighting.  Spike rolled and managed to grab the stake as he got up.

"You ok?, Angel asked before rushing toward the vampires.
"Yeah, you?" Spike replied following after him.

Willow and Anya got up and turned towards their opponents. "I've had just about
enough of this horse-play, time to get serious," Willow snarled in full game face.

"Too right," Anya agreed and put her game face on.


				~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The four faced off against each other, Angel trading punches with Anya, whilst
Spike circled Willow before sending her flying with a round house kick to the head,
he didn't stop there.  He had her pinned to the ground and was just about to dust
the bitch, when he heard Anya rushing towards him, she was charging with
incredible speed and momentum, In one graceful movement he thrust his stake out
behind him, letting her impale herself on it.  She squealed in utter surprise before
turning to dust.  Willow howled and threw him on his back then she got to her feet
and ran off into the darkness.  Spike just laid there, relieved. He looked up to see
where Angel had gone.

"Liam?"

"Over here Will," called an Angel shaped bush.

"Boy, Buffy makes this look so easy when she does it," Angel walked over to Spike
brushing bits of bush from his hair.  He held out his hand and helped Spike to his
feet. 

"Well that was bracing," Spike said.

"Yeah and you bagged a bad guy, not bad going," 

"Where did those guys they were with go?"

"Come on we'd better check around,"

Angel and Spike headed in the direction that the redhead had taken off in, it was
dark and Angel wished he still had his vampire night vision.  

"Wait, did you hear something?" Spike grabbed his arm.

They stood still in the eerie darkness. Graveyards had never scared Angel but he
found himself feeling nervous, apprehensive even.  He looked over his shoulder,
just in case; he told himself, that's when he heard the moaning.  It was close but
he couldn't determine what direction it was coming from. He looked at Spike.

"Where's it coming from?"

" Over here I think," Spike replied as he started to walk off.

Angel paused before following his friend, then suddenly Spike tripped over
something.  Angel jogged to where he lay on the grass, and found the source of the
moaning.  Spike got up.

"Bloody hell, what a stupid place to take a lie down, you could have broken my neck
mate,"

Angel knelt beside the boy.

"You ok? Can you get up?"

"I think so. that bitch bit me!" said the stranger.

"Well let's get out of here before she comes back for seconds," Spike extended his
hand. 

"I don't think she will, she spat my blood out and threw me on the ground uttering
something about my blood being tainted," The boy got to his feet and looked at his
rescuers. "I know you, don't I?" he asked Angel

"Do you?"

"Yeah, Liam isn't it? You hang around with Darla and Druscilla."

"Dru and Darla? Do I?" Angel frowned.

"Yeah mate, we do," Spike confirmed.

"Oh right....yeah, so who are you?"

"Daniel Osborne....Oz for short."

Angel looked at his grubby face a bit closer, of course, he thought he's recognised
him, he was the werewolf that Willow used to go out with in his reality.

"Come on guys, I think we should get out of here," Spike started walking away.

The three of them left the scene watched by Willow, she was mad but now was not
the time to take her revenge for the loss of her sister.  That time would come and
she would make them pay.... big time.


TBC