#joe quinn can look plenty broody for angel

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Chrissy the Vampire Slayer AU

“Why are you following me?” Chrissy demanded. Just for once she would have loved to have a normal night out like any other teenage girl, but there was something funny about this guy. She’d been around the block enough to know when to trust her instincts - and this guy was trouble with a capital T. He was eyeing her like she was an ice cream sundae with extra sprinkles.  “I know what you’re thinking, but don’t worry. I don’t bite,” he smirked. “Truth is, I thought you’d be taller. Or bigger, muscles and all that. You’re pretty spry though…” She didn’t for one minute relax her stance. So he knew who she was, what she hunted. He said he wasn’t a vampire but that didn’t rule out all the other creepy things that went bump in the night. “What do you want?” “Same thing you do.” “OK, what do I want?” “To kill ’em. To kill ’em all.” She sighed. “Sorry! That’s incorrect but you do get this lovely watch and a year’s supply of shitty band tee-shirts. What I want is to be left alone…” She could hear music coming from The Bronze, as well as the sounds of kids hanging out and having fun. She was supposed to be inside trying to make friends, damn it, not exchanging wise cracks with some wannabe punk in a dimly lit alley. “D’you really think that’s an option anymore? You’re standing on the mouth of Hell. And it’s about to open.” He reached into the pocket of his faded leather jacket. He tossed a black jewelry box at her and she caught it without thinking. The guy - whoever the hell he was - turned and began to walk away. “Who are you?” she called. “Let’s just say, I’m a friend.” “Yeah, well, maybe I don’t want a friend.” “I didn’t say I was yours.” Inside the box was a pretty silver cross on a delicate chain. Chrissy examined it for a moment before stuffing the box in her pocket. What a freak, she thought.