He found himself being dragged forcefully back into a dark alleyway, only to come face to face with a group of six men, all looking little better than the dirt -and litter- covered ground. Lee swallowed hard; he could fight, but not seven men at once.

Sav wasn't that far off, she'd known Lee was back in London, and on Mael's orders she kept an eye on him every once in a while. Crouching on the ledge of the one story building nearby, she watched as he seemed to walk aimlessly down the street. The instant somebody reached out to grab him, she jumped from the edge to the ground below, landing without a sound. As yet none of the participants seem to notice she was right behind them.

"Damn, such a pretty boy," one of the men in front of him sneered. "Wonder whatcha got in that jacket." He reached into the inside of Lee's jacket and Lee kicked out at him, catching him in the groin. The man fell to the ground, howling in pain as he clutched his crotch.

The one behind him jerked Lee's head back by a handful of his hair and pressed a knife to his throat. "That was a stupid thing to do," the man hissed in his ear.

Despite having a knife at his throat, Lee's attention was diverted to the unseen figure behind the others. He knew what the woman was and all he could think of was getting the fuck out of here.

A harsh growl sounded from her in warning. In a blur of motion she came up behind the man, her hand grabbing his arm in a crushing grip to get the knife away from Lee's throat. A mass of darkness writhed from several different places, their tendrils starting to reach for the others as she said, "I wouldn't do that if I were you." With her fangs bared, there was no mistaking what she was.

Lee ducked away from the man behind him and spun around to see the woman. He fought to keep his wings down, the urge to unfurl them in attack almost too much to bear. He started for another one of the men but stopped abruptly as he saw the shadows writhing around. His jaw tightened and his blue gaze narrowed; he wasn't sure which was more of a threat: the mortals or the female vampire who had just saved him a world of trouble.

Deliberately breaking the man's arm for good measure, Sav finally released him as he struggled to get away. The men didn't interest her so she didn't bother pursuing them when they took off down the street as fast they could. Ignoring them, she quickly looked Lee over, "You alright?"

Lee nodded once. His gaze remained fixed intently on her, the distrust sharp in his sky-blue eyes. "Who are you?" he asked her through clenched teeth.

She already knew who and what he was, but not by one sign did she show that. "The name is Angelique, or Angel for short." Yes, she realized the irony of her real name in this one.

Lee smirked. "Pleasure. Now why would a vampire help some stranger?"

Frowning slightly, she quietly eyed him back. "Because I thought you might need help."

"I was fine." He busied himself with insuring his jacket was intact. No way in hell was he going to give a vampire the satisfaction of a thank you, no matter how much he grudgingly had to admit to himself that he had needed it.

"Then I'll just call them back and let you handle them." Actually she would have no problem doing it since they aren't that far off yet. She tilted her head slightly, focusing more sharply for a moment then added, "In fact, I do believe they are considering coming back with their own form of reinforcements. Seems they hate vampires."

Shrugging, she turned away from him.

Lee sighed and mumbled a harsh curse under his breath. "Fine," he called out. "Thank you. Is that what you want?" He hated the taste it left in his mouth, but he also wasn't fond of the idea of having to deal with anymore of them.

Turning back to him, Sav said, "I would really just prefer to get the hell out of here before they come back. And a drink would be nicer. Somewhere a bit more distance from this place."

Lee eyed her for a moment. At least it would get him out of the alley, and maybe give him something to do besides wandering the streets aimlessly all night. Nodding, he said, "I can do that. Lead the way."

Moving in the opposite direction his attackers ran in, she headed further down the alley then turned back out into another street. Sav figured Lee would follow if he felt like it. It probably really wasn't a really wise idea to have a drink with the man, but she did it on impulse. Turning to glance at him, she asked, "So what's your name?"

"Lee," he said as he fell in beside her. "So do you always make a habit of hanging out on rooftops, Angel?"

"Most nights I do. What do you think vampires do in their spare time?" Sav was being a bit sarcastic since Lee seemed to feed into the stereotype of somebody who disliked vampires.

Lee shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't know. Kill and fuck everything that moves?"

"Oh, I got over that stage last year. Now I only do it once in a blue moon." Shrugging uncaringly, she stopped in front of one of the quieter bars. Opening the door, she headed inside to find a table. A couple of the patrons gave her a friendly nod which she returned before she settled into one of the booths.

As he slid into the seat across from her, Lee laughed dryly. "Whicht stage? The killing or the fucking?" Realizing he was being needlessly cruel, he sighed. "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. I've had a lot on my mind lately."

With the words, she was about to get up since it wasn't worth the bother if somebody hated her kind enough to make that kind of remark. Halfway out of the booth, she paused, "I'm used to it by now. If you'd really rather not have a drink with me then just say so. I'll leave."