Angel knew something was up the moment he stepped foot into his apartment. He tensed his body as he closed the door carefully behind him. He sniffed, eyes scanning the dark room, trying to make out the shape or smell of anyone else.
A smell of blood, suddenly it was over his shirt and he recoiled, taking a step back.
The Shaman appeared, flashes of lights surrounding the pair of them as he chanted in Latin.
Angel winced, the blood burning through his shirt, into his skin, and he lost control, slipping into game face. He fell to his knees, yelling in pain, and then, all of a sudden...
The shaman retreated into the shadows of the now empty apartment.