FIC: Wildside (1/?)

["Shadow" <Shadowlander1@xxxxxxx>]

Title: Wildside (1/?)
Author: Shadowlander
Email: Shadowlander1@xxxxxxx
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters commonly associated with
Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel the Series; they belong to others and are
used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended.
Pairings: Wesley/Faith; Darla/Dru; Willow/Cordelia;
Lindsey/Willow/Cordelia; Angel/?
Rating: NC-17
Archive: The usual haunts and anyone else that wants it just let me know
where it's going to first.
Note: The Sekhmette belong to me... created from my own warped little
imagination and are used with permission. If anyone wants to know more
about my cats let me know offlist and I will tell you all about the
sun-loving little purring machines of destruction... really I will.
::insert wicked looking grin here::

WILDSIDE (1/?)

Offices of Wolfram and Hart
Los Angeles -

Lindsey MacDonald regarded the tall muscular demon, restlessly prowling his
office, cautiously, something telling the lawyer that he knew the creature.
But that was impossible, he was pretty sure he would remember meeting a
six-foot bald black man with golden cat eyes and white tiger stripe tattoos
on his head, neck and shoulders. 'How do I know about that shoulders?' the
dark haired lawyer wondered frowning a bit as he continued to watch his
client. After all the creature was wearing a very expensive suit and yet
the tattoo design extended to the being's shoulders as well.

"You are a very troubled man," the demon finally said, his back to the
attorney as he cocked his head to the side to regard a rather ugly painting
on the wall. "You lack direction and focus in your life," he noted, turning
away from the nauseating painting to pin the lawyer with a steely eyed gaze
as if he was reaching into the human's mind and reading his every thought
and emotion.

"And I suppose you can give me that direction," Lindsey interrupted
recalling that the demon was some type of priest among his kind.

"Only you can do that," the demon countered frowning a bit as he continued
to stare at the lawyer, "bah... you are a worthless one. You are content to
lie among sheep dreaming of glory, when you are so much more." He sneered
having grown tired of dealing with the foolish human. "Tell me Mister
MacDonald... do you know what you are?"

Standing suddenly, Lindsey fought to remain in control, confusion and
outrage clear in his eyes. He couldn't explain the overwhelming urge he had
to kill the demon fro calling him 'worthless' and daring to compare him to a
'sheep', humans were sheep, he was a hunter. 'Where did that come from?' he
questioned almost immediately as the thought crossed his mind.

Smiling calmly, easily picking up Lindsey's confusion, "When you are tired
of playing the fool call me," the demon said, producing a business card with
a flick of his wrist, "try not to keep me waiting... we have a lot to catch
up on... brother," the demon added as the lawyer's hand grasped the offered
card a look of recognition entering Lindsey's face for a moment. "Tonight
after office hours... you will know where," the demon said before turning on
his heel and disappearing out of the office leaving one very confused lawyer
behind.

***********************

Later that night -

Lindsey stood in front of the large imposing house in the Hollywood Hills
trying to figure out how he got there, much less why he was there in the
first place. Every since his mid-afternoon visit from the demon called Onyx
Voltaire he felt restless, like his skin was too tight or something, and
there wasn't a thing he could do about it besides sit, wait and think, until
the end of the work day. Was Voltaire right? Was he a fool lying among the
sheep contenting himself with dreams of glory? The longer he waited the
more restless he got, little things begun to annoy him, like the sound of
his wall clock, its continuous ticking grating against his nerves like a
chainsaw trying to cut through sheet metal.

Inside the house the demon called Onyx Voltaire padded around the alter
chamber of his home on bare feet, lighting the numerous candles lining the
perimeter of the room. Clad only in a pair of white linen pants gathered at
the ankles, he stepped into the middle of the room bathed in the light of
the moon shining through a large skylight from above.

"It would be batter if this was done during the day," a voice said as a
figure dressed in similar white pants and a white tank top, stepped bare
foot into view carrying a heavy jewelled goblet filled with a dark red
liquid. In one fluid movement the female keeled holding the goblet out for
him, her gaze locked with that of the demon priest's as he took it from her.
"A gift from the Ancient One, Uncle," she said, rising to her feet once
relieved of the goblet.

Putting the large goblet on the ancient alter, Onyx reached out to playfully
ruffle the hair of his assistant for the night's ceremony. "The Great Re is
all knowing and understanding... he realizes the need for darkness this
day," he said, smiling fondly at his niece, "Lindsey is greatly troubled...
it would be best if he is kept from the continuing influence of his
employers for the next few days until he has readjusted to his true nature."

"Does this mean if he tries to leave I can hurt him?" the young woman with
short dark hair highlighted with a blonde streak marking her as a seer among
their people, asked hopefully. He couldn't have been prouder when the young
cub he helped raise to adulthood came to him for teaching to learn to better
control her gifts from the Powers That Be.

Laughing at his young charge's antics, the priest ruffled her hair playfully
once more, "You can do anything you want to him, Cordelia," he said with a
wicked grin. "Now go on... I don't want to see you until after I have
reclaimed the cub," he directed his golden eyes shining with an unearthly
light, 'soon, soon the Pride will be whole and we can reclaim the night once
more.' He said to his self, watching Cordelia Chase disappear out of the
room.

Stepping into the moon lit room, Lindsey MacDonald felt a wave of peace go
through him as he walked toward the shirtless demon standing beside the
stone alter, absently noting that the tattoos did cover his shoulders as
well. "Are you ready for your answers?" Onyx said to him, golden eyes
boring into his own, "are you ready to leave the sheep and live like the
hunter you are?" He asked watching the lawyer approach. "Drink little
cub... the blood of your ancestors calls you... reclaim your true self," he
directed stepping back to allow the human free access to the goblet.

Picking up the heavily jewelled goblet Lindsey took one last look at the
demon priest silently watching him before drinking the concoction down.
After putting the now empty goblet back on the alter, the lawyer the felt
his world tilt on its axis as he passed right out, a calmly purring Onyx
Voltaire catching him before he hit the floor. "That's a good cub," he
mumbled to the male, "welcome home little brother."

********************

When Lindsey next awoke he found himself staring into the face of a familiar
vampire, "Drusilla?" he questioned as the insane vampire grabbed his hand
and pulled him into a sitting position a wide grin on her face.

"You're late my little kitten," she cooed in a motherly voice, "you should
have been awake hours ago... so no milk for you tonight."

Unsure what to make of her ramblings he tried to keep his wits about him, as
far as he knew Onyx's people didn't associate with vampires, but apparently
that wasn't quite true or Drusilla wouldn't be here in the demon's house.
Entering the main room the lawyer was in for another surprise when he found
Angel's seer standing next to the vampire Darla the two in deep conversation
about something.

Cordelia Chase gave the lawyer a cool look, trying to remain calm for Onyx's
sake, this was the priest's home after all, "Oh yeah... you're a great
hunter," she smirked, smirking as she took a drink out of her goblet.

"Delia... be nice," Dru admonished playfully.

Carefully to scan the shadows, the lawyer tried to make sense of what was
happening, 'Why would Angel's seer be here with Darla and Dru?' he
questioned wondering if this was some type of trap for him.

"All will be explained my brother," Onyx said as he stepped into the room,
the demon now wearing a loose fitting white linen shirt but still bare
footed.

"You are troubled... you have questions and no answers," the demon said
stating fact as he stopped within an inch of the lawyer's face.

"A sheep," Cordelia intoned putting down her goblet and joining Onyx in
invading Lindsey's personal space, "and a fool."

"What too," Onyx noted, giving the seer a wicked smile, "but is he ready for
the truth?"

"He lost his hand to Angel," Cordelia said suddenly, "he had his chance and
he throw it all away... and for what? A corner office and a secretary to
hit on?" she sneered. "But I think he's ready for the truth," she added
after a moment cocking her head to one side in thought.

"What truth would that be?" Lindsey demanded his scenes alive with
information absently raising his hand to touch Cordelia's face only then
realizing that his artificial hand had been removed from him. "Wha?" he
questioned, wondering why he was even using that hand to begin with, he
usually kept it tucked in a pocket around others.

"We removed the hand Wolfram and Hart gave you," Onyx said seeing the
question in the young hunter's eyes, "it was most unsuited for you. You are
a Sekhmette hunter... a warrior by blood, it is time you start being that."

'Sekhmette,' the name rolled around Lindsey's mind, recalling everything he
had been told about the cat-like race of demons. They were very dangerous
creatures with few weaknesses able to survive both in the sun and shadows...
not many in the demon community where crazy enough to mess with them, their
tempers and rather short fuses being legendary. 'Seems I'm going to have to
pay a certain vampire a little visit,' he thought smugly already picturing
torturing the souled vampire that cut off his hand.

"Kitten is being naughty," Dru suddenly said, "he's plotting bad things to
do to daddy."

With an annoyed growl, Cordelia latched out her hand wrapping around
Lindsey's throat as her eyes took on a golden almond shape like Onyx's,
easily lifting him off the ground and throwing him across the room. "Wrong
thought lawyer-boy," she growled lowly her finger nails extending into razor
sharp claws, "Angel is off limits... now and forever."

"Cordelia... control yourself in my home," Onyx said in a claim voice
reaching out to restrain her. "Lindsey is unused to the ways of the
Pride... he has to be taught."

"Angel is family... he did not start the war with Wolfram and Hart... and
that one," she said sneering at Lindsey who was rubbing his throat and
staring wide eyed at her in shock, "better remember it or I will gut him."

"You're not human," Lindsey finally said in disbelief.

"Well... duh! What was your first clue? The eyes, fangs or claws?" The
seer demanded, before turning back to the priest, "are you sure he's one of
us?"

Climbing to his feet, Lindsey felt something snap, 'How dare she question my
place here?' something inside of him raged wanting nothing more then to
prove that he did have just as much a right to be here as she did. With a
growl of his own, unaware of his eyes changing shape taking on a more
cat-like appearance he advanced on her, in his rage forgetting that he was
still new to all of this and didn't have any of the experience or fighting
skills to fight as a demon. Something he learned very quickly as he soon
found himself lying flat on his back with that annoyed seer sitting on his
chest, Drusilla peeking over her shoulder and grinning wickedly at him in
his distress.

"No milk or tummy rub for kitten tonight." She said as she nuzzled
Cordelia's neck playfully, Lindsey jumping slightly when he heard the seer
start purring in response.

End Part One.

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