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Alexander Lavelle Harris sighed as he turned the corner. Take the weekend off and relax. That is all that he had heard for the past week. Being the Director of Operations for the Reformed International Council of Watchers was something he took very seriously. When he started up in the position he accepted the caveat that his friends and colleagues forced on him. He would take a weekend off a month. For the past five months that wasn't an option. There was too much going on the weekends that he was scheduled off, and he wouldn't take anyone else's weekend.

That left him going out this weekend. He had hopped the train to London. From the support staff that they had at headquarters he had heard that it was the best place for him to go. With his accent and dangerous look that the patch and the way he carried himself, he was sure to meet someone to take care of the 'grumpies' as Willow had named them. He was given directions to a pub from the concierge at the hotel. On his way he heard a scuffle, and being the white knight that he was he tried to step in.

One look at the struggle and he knew what was going on. There were four large men attacking a smaller woman. He noticed a few things on his internal check list. The men had fangs. The faces of said men were distorted, though not in the normal way. One had blood dripping from his mouth. That was good enough for him. He slipped a stake from his jacket and moved in while hitting his GPS beacon. The beacon would alert Slayer Central to his location and the closest team would be dispatched. Though knowing the over-protectiveness of his friends, there would probably be a full rapid response squad at his location within five minutes.

The rapid response teams were his initial idea. Set squads of people that were ready to go anywhere into any situation at a moments notice, they were composed of Slayer, magick support, and conventional agents and could, through use of a teleportation gate, be dropped anywhere that the council needed them. Of course the original scenario that he had conceived was someone trying to overwhelm a solo slayer, or even worse, one of the non active slayers, and the scenario that kept coming to his mind were the younglings. The preteen slayers that were called from Willow's spell were first and foremost in his mind for protection. They hadn't had to use a rapid response team until now, and of course, it would be him that would have to summon them in.

Driving the closest vamp into one of its companions with a shoulder block, Xander spun and caught the one closes to the woman through the back, and into the heart. He spun the abomination around and shoved him towards his colleagues. Using the distraction to grab the woman's hand he pulled her away from the wall and ushered her out of the alley. He was hoping these vamps were fledglings and not smart enough to follow them quickly or track them. He knew he couldn't be that lucky. It was the Harris Family Luck after all.

They had made it two alleys away when he hazard a look and they were now visibly on their trail, the street eerily empty at this time of night. They made another alley and turned as they neared the corner when he looked back again and realized that the one he had staked was still coalesced and not drifting on the wind.

"This is bad," he muttered to himself.

He didn't hear the expected response of the woman, but felt a pull on his arm while she yelled, "This way!"

They had entered another alley, but Xander thought that this must be a short cut that she knew, being from here. That was until they came to a dead end. There were no doors, and no fire escapes. The only thing in this alley besides debris was an old police box that had been discontinued years before. She was fumbling with keys, and just as Xander was about to grab her to get out of the deathtrap the gruesome foursome less one from a few moments before entered the alley's entrance.

Xander was steeling himself for a delaying action until help honed in on his beacon when he felt himself being pulled from the back and side into the police box. As he passed the threshold he just hoped that she thought of this as enough of a home to keep the vamps out. That and if the occasional glance that he allowed himself of the woman and her looks held true in the confined space of the police box.

Xander had experienced many shocks in his life. Buffy dying and him resuscitating her, Buffy killing Deadboy and him coming back, taking down a newly formed demon lord on his graduation day… he wasn't sure if taking down the former Mayor Wilkins, or actually graduating, dating a former vengeance demon was a day to day wonder, Buffy dying and being resurrected, standing up to his best friend in the world as she channeled apocalyptic energy into his body, not to mention taking on the first evil and an army of caveman vampires. None of this prepared him for this.

The inside of the police box opened up to a science fiction fans dream. A mixture of high tech and low tech accumulated in the center of the room and multiple doorways lined the far wall. "Sorry to drag you into all of this… I am sorry, I don't know your name," she started.

"My name's Xander," he answered, starting to focus on her, taking in her looks. About Willows height with light brown hair pulled back into a pony tail. Her body was curvy in all the right ways, but you could tell under her bulky jacket that she was fit. Her eyes sparkled with untold secrets, and her smile had a knowing smirk.

"Well, Xander, sorry to drag you into all of this, I know you have a lot of questions, but you will probably forget all about this when it is done."

"Probably not, I have spent a long time remembering things that other people sweep under the rug. Usually in this type of situation I am the one explaining about the vampires… I'm sorry, but I don't know your name."

"My name is Ace, and those were Haemovores, not vampires. The stake should have taken that one out. You must have just missed the heart. Not sure what we are going to do for the moment. They won't give up until they are taken down."

"Not to worry about that. As I moved into that alley I put in a call to some people I know. They will take them down nice a good."

Ace moved around the central console and started to flip switches. A display from outside the police box came up and they saw the three remaining Haemovores turn to the left as if they heard something. They then dropped to the ground after staggering. Two girls came upon them quickly and with a flash of wood in their hands, they stood up just as quickly. They were obviously looking around and at the three forms on the ground.

"Those would be my girls. I probably should go outside… They might get into some type of trouble if they go looking for it, or me… or anything… it tends to follow those two around," Xander chuckled.

Ace chuckled a little also, "I think I know what you mean. I have been around someone like that."

"Been around them, or been them?"

Ace winked as she punched him on the arm. "Maybe both," she answered as they walked out of the door and into the alley.