Angel took out another lizard man as he watch the summoning circle just go dead. He could smell blood in the air, and it wasn't like the cold stuff currently splattered on his face, hands, clothing, and sword. No, this blood was unlike anything he'd ever smelled before.
He could make out sandalwood and cinnamon with maybe a hint of vanilla. There was something else about it too. Something that made him want to put on his Game Face, but he quelled the urge. He was vaguely reminded of the first time he had kissed Buffy and vamped out at the sheer intensity of it.
Then he realized it was coming from that absurdly attractive man standing brazenly in now dead circle.
This guy had come to stop these evil bastards and had the means to do so, but he was severely outnumbered. He watched as the wizards prepared themselves to attack. Without thought, the vampire without a soul sprang into motion, rushing past lizard men and leaving corpses in his wake.
******
Gabriel was suddenly surrounded by pretty much everything that had to do with this damned circle. His wrist was somewhat throbbing as the blood was clotting and the wound slowly began to knit itself. However, he was hopelessly out numbered.
Then he smiled as the attackers prepared to gather, opening the Shadows once again. Before he could step into them though, a large, broad shouldered and blood splattered figure was suddenly between him and everything else. A head of one of the lizard men went flying as its body crumpled beside Gabriel.
Standing there was a man about Gabriel's height and build with spiky dark brown hair, pale skin, and narrowed dark eyes. He had a broad sword in his hand, and from his stance it was obvious he was comfortable with using it. The man gestured with his sword, glared, and said, "Guys, this really doesn't look like fair odds, but then again, you're obviously evil and I really don't like that."
"Neither do I," Gabriel replied as he reached out and put his hand on the other man's shoulder, causing those dark eyes to blink at him.
******
Forest trailed her kisses from his lips to lightly lick at his throat, rising on her tip-toes to do so. His smell wasn't human at all, but that didn't matter. If anything, she hadn't smelled anyone like him before.
The musk of his own lust tickled her nose and she could fell the beginnings of his thick length pressing against her. Automatically she rubbed against him, nibbling lightly at his neck. A gasp tore from her lips at the overload of sensation, but it wasn't enough. Her skin was tingling and she was aching.
******
Lancer glared at Connor and said, "We're working on it, keep your sodding pants on."
To Jack he said, "Help me push them out and then you can get Finn." Then he paused and asked, "Did you know this would happen?"
"Ryoko, we'll talk later, lass," he said, shaking his head at his predicament.
