Date: Sat, 13 Sep 2003 20:31:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Silven Fox <silvenfox@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Trinity - 4

Disclaimer: I don't own Nsync. I don't know Josh Chasez in real life. This
will be a Josh Chasez centered story. This story is in no way meant to
imply that he is homosexual in real life. This piece of literature is
simply the work of a fan and is pure fiction.

I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, or anything associated with
those shows. They belong to their creator Joss Whedon and whoever else owns
it. This piece of literature is simply the work of a humble fan.


Now that all the disclaimers are out the way, time for the introduction. I
have no idea when I came up with this story. It was a long time ago I know
that. I think I was spacing out, while I was in Anatomy class and that's
when I got the idea to do this.

Now if you have any comments, feedback or you just want to drop a word.
Send them to SilvenFox@yahoo.com


Chapter 4


One month had passed since JC found out he was a Slayer. His life had
become divided with spending time with his friends and training heavily
with William. JC had had no more dreams of dying girls or robed men. Since
it had only occurred once, he felt no need to tell William about it.

In the time span of the month JC and William had taken to patrolling the
cemetery's at night. With hard training under William, JC was slowly
developing his latent Slayer skills. He had become a fierce fighter.
William often commented on how well he was progressing in his training.

"JC."

"JC."

JC shook his head as the sound of his name being called dragged him from
his musing. Lance and Chris sat beside him, watching him with concerned
looks. JC smiled to ease their worrying.

"JC, we've been trying to get your attention for the last couple of
minutes," said Lance, frowning.

"I guess I was just spacing out," answered JC, sheepishly.

Chris and Lance accepted his answer and went back into their discussion. JC
felt like an outsider inside of Lance's home and in their discussion. To JC
it seemed he wasn't even apart of their world anymore. None of them would
ever know the feeling of being suddenly thrust with the knowledge that your
destiny is to save the world. They would never find out either. William and
his Slayer handbook had made it clear that telling people he was the Slayer
was out of the question. Even his family couldn't know about his new secret
life.

The low chiming sound of Lance's wall clock caught JC's attention. It was
four o'clock. He told William yesterday that he would meet the man at his
apartment at five o'clock today. Tonight they were supposed to be going out
to patrol the cemeteries.

JC hurriedly stood up, startling Lance and Chris out of their conversation.
"Sorry, guys I gotta split."

"Hold on. You haven't even been here that long," protested Chris.

JC shook his head. "No. I really have to go. There's something important
that I have to take care of."

"Well, I guess we'll see you later than," said Lance.

JC waved goodbye and hurriedly left the room. He sprinted through the halls
of Lance's mansion. In no time he was in his car speeding down the highway
to William's apartment building.



"Your late," William said curtly as JC rushed into the apartment. The
Watcher leaned against the couch watching JC with a placid expression.

JC rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. I can't be no more than a few minutes
late."

William grabbed a gym bag off the couch and walked out the door saying
nothing. On their way down in the elevator, William finally started
talking.

"In the news this morning, there was a report of a murder. Early this
morning, the body of a young woman was found mauled to death in a park just
near here. I suspect it was the result of a demon attack."

"Why do you think it was a demon?" asked JC, as they got into his car. "It
could have been a wild dog or something."

"All the organs in her midsection were found missing," answered William.

JC blinked. "Oh," he replied, simply. "So, you think the demon might still
be roaming around the park?"

William nodded, staring out the window at the passing scenery. "Most demons
tend to hunt in the general vicinity a while before moving on to a new
location."

JC parked his car near the park William pointed out. The sun started to set
just as they arrived. They got out the car and William placed his gym bag
on the hood of the car. JC surveyed their surroundings, as William began
pulling out impressive looking weapons from the bag. It was an ordinary
looking park. Lots of green and a freshly painted jungle gym. Almost hard
to believe that a woman was killed in such an ordinary looking place just
this morning.

The sun set completely and the stars came out in all their glory. JC turned
to William, eager to get this over with. "When do we start?"

"Now," answered William, handing JC a very large battle-ax.

JC took the weapon and hefted it in his hand. He surprised even himself as
he automatically twirled the ax expertly a few times in his hand. William
brandished a sharpened broadsword.

"Let's find this fucker before it gets too late. I think there's an
Intimate Portrait of Molly Ringwald coming on Lifetime tonight."

Together the two of them walked through the park. It was surprisingly empty
of all people. JC attributed it to the news of the woman who was found
dead. Of course no one wanted to become the next victim.

JC began humming under his breath as they walked along a worn path into a
tiny clearing. William shot him a look that clearly said `that is most
unprofessional'. JC stopped, wondering again if William was on his period.
The guy was just too uptight.

"So, William... How did you get into the Watcher business?" questioned JC,
curiously. He didn't know what made him ask that. He just felt the need to
break the oppressive silence that was hanging over their heads.

William sighed frustrated at the constant break of silence. "I come from a
long line of Watchers. It was only logical that I become one myself."

JC opened his mouth then quickly snapped it shut. An unnatural feeling
passed through him, making him snap to attention. William saw his rigid
posture and immediately went on full alert.

William was about to ask what he sensed, but JC placed his finger against
his lips signaling him to be quiet. Without warning, a creature that JC had
only seen in horror movies burst from the bushes. The demon was big. Very
big. Its gray skin looked like armor plating. Two metallic like horns
protruded from either side of its head.

It came at them full speed, tackling William to the ground. JC reacted
quickly. He grabbed the demon by the shoulders and pulled with all his
might. The creature flew through the air like a rag doll.

"You alright?" JC asked a gasping William. The older man nodded getting
back to his feet, gripping his sword. The demon got up slowly, staring down
JC as if it were confused.

"Human," It snarled in a rough deep voice that carried a weight of hatred
behind it.

"No. Slayer," responded JC before charging the demon.

The demon blocked all of JC's blows that he dealt with the ax. His skin was
like armor as the ax only made a clinking sound when JC got a clean shot
in. The demon gave a loud roar and batted the ax out of JC's hands. The
weapon went flying through the air, landing a few feet away from them.

With his weapon gone, JC began fighting hand to hand. He pulled out all of
his best moves. He was barely holding his own. The demon reared its arm
back and launched its clawed fist at JC's face.

William held up his hand and whispered. "Fragilis."

Instead of hitting JC's face, the demon's fist struck an invisible barrier
that suddenly appeared around JC's body. It turned his head, glaring at
William.

"Witch," it said, much the same way it said human before. Full of hate.

JC took advantage of the demon's split focus to deliver a roundhouse kick
to its head. It flipped backward landing on its back. JC ran over to his
fallen ax and picked it up. The demon sprung back to its feet, roaring at
JC like an enraged animal. JC hefted his ax, his face taking on a
determined expression. He couldn't afford to mess up now. This was no
fledging vampire. One mistake while fighting this monster could get him
killed.

JC ran full speed at the demon. He jumped up at the last moment and aimed
his body like spear. His feet hit the demon's chest sending it sailing
backward into a tree. There was a loud crunch of what JC was sure was the
sound of the creature's back breaking from the impact.

JC jumped back to his feet, ax in hand. He approached the spitting
creature, lying on its back. He raised the ax high and brought it down
quickly. The demon's head came off with a sickening squishing sound. The
body trembled momentarily before it stopped and rapidly turned into a large
puddle of slimy blue ooze.

"Ewwwww!" cried JC, looking down at the ooze that had gotten onto his shoe.
"How am I going to get this out."

"Please, stop your whining," chided William, already moving to the path
that led out of the park.

"I'm not whining," protested JC, pouting slightly. "These shoes cost me
almost two hundred dollars."

"Then why did you wear them?"

"I thought we were going to be just dusting some fledgling's. You know
simple and easy. If I had known I was going to be all Power Ranger tonight,
I wouldn't have worn them."

					    ***


"Klara demon. Its skin is metallic and very impenetrable, almost like
metal. It's a subterranean class demon that only emerges to the surface to
feed. Klara demon's feed on the organs of living humans. Their only weak
place is their neck. The most efficient way to kill a Klara is to behead
it," read JC from the tome of a book in front of him.

He and William were researching the demon to be sure that they didn't
travel in packs. One was bad enough to take down. More would surely be a
trying task.

"Wait! Here it is," said William, scanning the passage of the book he was
reading from. "Klara demon's are very territorial and usually prefer to
travel alone rather than in packs or clans."

"Well, that's a load off my back," smiled JC.

William too smiled in relief. "Yes, it is rather good news."

JC yawned loudly. He glanced down at his watch to see it was soon
approaching midnight. "Whoa! Time flew by. I think its time for me to head
on out. Us beautiful people need our rest."

They said their good-byes and JC left William's apartment. Sluggishly, he
walked out of the building and to his car that was parked in front of the
building.

As JC's car disappeared down the street, two black cloaked figures emerged
from the shadows. They looked at each other then at the building in front
of them. Together they stealthily moved toward the building. Moonlight
shined down on them, illuminating their forms. Both of the figures carried
a long curved dagger in their hand. Anybody looking in on the scene could
tell these two were not there to pay a social call.

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Pretty easy to guess whom the robed men are. ^_^ Soon, JC will be in
Sunnydale. I already know whom I will pair him with. I get all dreamy eyed
just thinking about it. Remember this takes place in Season Seven of Buffy.
So, expect lots of action and romance.

Now if you have any comments, feedback or you just want to drop a word.
Send them to SilvenFox@yahoo.com