Title: Wildside (1/?) Author: Shadowlander Email: Shadowlander1@gmx.net 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.