Guh, Dana. I think I'm almost glad I'm not familiar with the Alias cast, because I can sort of cast it randomly. Hot. Hothothot.

Nifty. Thanks, Beverly.

She moved so readily in this world, but then she’d had the best training. The club stank of sweat and beer, must and clove cigarettes. Mmmm, she wanted one. So many little vices she’d learned to indulge since they’d finally begun sending her out on assignments. Giles got so incensed when she mixed Laphroig with Coke that time that he skipped the lecture and taught her how to drink scotch properly. Respect for scotch overriding any paternal instincts. The DJ effortlessly slipped across decades and brought “A Forest” into the mix.

A pretty Berliner boy approached her, hair flopping across his forehead just so. He’d seen a lot of anime before he’d been turned. She checked his wrist and saw the celtic cross brand she was looking for. Matched the Codex – and that was their initiation rite. The lights strobed and the music pumped and she nodded as he lead her onto the dance floor. So fun when Faith took her dancing in L.A., all those scuzzy industrial-goth clubs. She let herself go in the music, feeling her body. She’d always loved to dance. Yet she never let down. Nobody was ever going to sneak up on her again. Always aware, always conscious, still…The music was good. Good to be in her body, dancing with this sly little vampire that figured her for a treat.

They walked off the dancefloor at the segue, heading for the chill out room. He allowed her to press him up against the wall, whispering to her in German. She surprised him as she muttered something filthy in a passable Bavarian accent. Wes had been a good teacher. They all had. She ran a hand under his shirt, feeling his thin body, the other hand unbuckling his belt, loosening the jeans. Her fingers slid under the waistband, and just as he went into vampface the cross hit his cock.

“Gott!”

“Got your attention then?” she asked. “Tell me something nice.”

He gasped and tried to writhe away but she had him effectively pinned in the corner. Leverage and pain, that’s all she needed. She raised an eyebrow. “Any compliment will do.”

“Your hair…is very shiny,” he whispered.

“I’ve heard that. Tell you what, I’ll settle for your sire’s name, address and the massacre your nest is planning.” She bared her teeth, smiling and pressed harder. She could smell him burning. She loved that part. “My research indicates that you’ll need a fair amount of blood for this raising.”

“He’ll kill me!”

She inhaled with a stagey look of pleasure. “It’s burning,” she told him matter of factly.

“Michel…The new moon….the cathedral catacombs….”

“That’ll do, prig,” she said, and a spring-driven stake shot out of her sleeve dusting him.

Her partner rose from the couch where he’d been following the scene.

“The rig looks good,” he said.

“Did you see how I did that all cool and Bond-villain?” she fairly bounced on her heels and couldn’t stop grinning. “Oh yeah, Xander broke it down about five times and put enough oil on it to lubricate a seminary.” She patted the stake-driver under her sleeve affectionately.

“Effective and…” his nostrils twitched “grossly aromatic.”

“Buffy told me once about putting a cross down a vamp’s mouth. I just tried to think how Faith would do it.” She paused and grimaced, which in no way distorted the unreal beauty of her features. At 22 she was probably the most beautiful woman in the club. “Am I a freak?”

“Without question. I’m disturbed to say that I really liked it.”

I’m disturbed to say that I really liked it

As am I. Great fic.

Mmm, nice.

Hec! This is bitchin' hot work.

fans self

Well. That's, um, nice. Very very nice. And hot.

Wowza. Nice job.

Thanks. Kind of a plotty little thing inspired by the paragraph cut from "Chosen" about Dawn. I tried to think of all the little strands that didn't get developed for her character. Her impulsiveness, her physical competence, her research, her magic dabbling, her mordant streak, that touch of sadism. I realized she was kind of a combo-scooby with elements of each, and with some training she could be an effective agent for the Angel lead W&H.

Running her forward in time she seemed like a gothier Sydney Bristow. I wanted her to have a partner and once I put her in Europe, Oz popped in the scene. I extrapolated for him that he wouldn't have stopped at being able to just stop the Wolf, but would be able to access it at will - merging with it. Making him a useful agent as well.

It actually gave me a little insight into how Angel might look/work next year.

how Angel might look/work next year.

If only. Wuh.