The scream the one watching had heard came from an alley not too far from the building that had served as his perch.  A young woman stood in the middle of the alley, staring at the man not too far in front of her while trying to ignore the fresh cut in her upper arm.

"I know you got cash, Parker."  The man growled, pointing his knife at her.  "Give it here."  The woman shook her head, tightening her grip around the length of lead pipe she held like a baseball bat.

"Nuh-uh, Bryce."  She said, shaking her head stubbornly.  "I don't have enough to spare.  Just tryin' to make ends meet an' all..."  She exhaled quickly, blowing a few strands of her hair out of her eyes.  "Come any closer and I swear I'll kick your ass."

The man laughed.
"You're bleeding, sugar."  He said.  "You got no chance.  Be a good girl and hand over the wallet so my buddies and I can get something to eat, all right?"

"Hell no!"  The woman snapped.  "You're just gonna spend it on booze and hookers!  I know you, I know how you work.  Just leave me alone!  Go mug someone else!"  She began to back slowly down the alley.  Bryce leaned casually against the wall.

"Where you gonna go, Parker?"  He asked.  "There's no way out 'cept through me."  The woman looked back, muttering expletives as she saw the brick wall behind her.  The sound of running footsteps made her turn around.  Bryce had broken into a run, and was coming towards her with his knife.  He was stopped, however, by a blow from the lead pipe that hit him square in the ribs.  He stumbled, falling in a heap at her feet.  He gasped for breath, uttering low moans of pain.  The woman backed away from him, then tried to walk around him.  However, he reached out and grabbed her ankle, causing her to fall as well.  She hit the ground hard, the pipe falling out of her hands and rolling out of her reach.  Bryce loomed over her, picking up his knife.  He clutched at his side, and still gasped as if the wind had been knocked out of him.
"I'm...  I'm gonna kill you, you stupid bitch..."  He growled.

Bonnie watched, wide-eyed, with a mix of horror and amazement as the unknown... angel?... drove Bryce away.  While the two had been fighting, she had snuck over and retrieved her pipe.  She slumped against the wall, holding the pipe out in front of her.

The angel turned.  She felt her heart begin to race.  He was between her and the exit.
"S-stay back..."  She stammered.  "I'm warning you..."  She brandished the pipe.  "I'll smack you into next week..."

The angel did not move.

"Look, I don't want trouble, okay?"  She tried again.  "Just...  Just let me go..."  She wanted him to step aside, to disappear into the shadows, SOMETHING. But that was unlikely to happen.  He just... stood there.  The blackened bone that made up his wings unnerved her.  She'd seen angels before, sure...  But never like this one.

"Listen, you."  She tried to make her voice firm.  The loss of blood from the cut on her arm was making her shake.  "You saved the day, or whatever.  Good for you.  Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get going..." 

Bonnie eyed him warily, shrinking back at the sound of his voice.  He wasn't going to attack her...  He was helping her...

She grabbed the bit of fabric, then shrugged her right arm out of her jacket.  She winced as she saw the wound.  It hurt like hell, and looked even worse.
Well, it's not gonna wrap itself.  She groaned.  There wasn't much fabric, and she swore under her breath as she pulled the makeshift bandage tight.  Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed he was still standing there.

"Thanks, I guess."  She said.  Her voice was muffled, as she was holding one corner of the fabric in her teeth to try and tie a knot.  "I'll... be okay.  You don't need to stick around.  People around here don't take kindly to angels."  She staggered to her feet, leaning against the wall.  She needed to get to a hospital.  There was one a few blocks away... She could make it... right?

Bonnie looked at him, confused.  Still, she stepped toward him, putting an arm tentatively around his shoulder.  She felt him put an arm around her waist, half-supporting her.
"Thanks..."  She said again.  She didn't know why he wanted to help her, but she didn't care.  He WAS helping her.  That was all she needed.  They started walking out of the alleyway.
"My name's Bonnie."  She said.  Might as well be polite.  "Never met an angel before...  Seen a few, but... never this close." 

((derp spis...  But I wanted to move the story along, so there.))

A small, childlike creature wandered the streets, hands in his pockets and his face set in a scowl. He hated the night. Specifically, the things that lurked in the darkness. He may of been against his own kind, but that didn't stop those things from jumping to conclusions. And of course they'd go after the small, nonthreatening angel. Well, former angel. He had lost his halo a long time ago, long before all this talk of the apocalypse. And speaking of the reason for his fall from grace...

"Seras! There you are!" The small angel cringed at the voice and sudden tackle-hug. His 'attacker' was much taller than Seras, making escape very difficult. "I wish you wouldn't disappear on me like that. It's almost as if you don't like me."

"Let go, Allestair! I'm serious!" Seras struggled against the other, to no avail.

"Now why would I do that?" Allestair chuckled, "You might just up and abandon me again."

"That's exactly what I plan to do! Now let go before I bite you!" Seras felt the arms restraining him let go and took a couple steps away from his assailant. He turned around and kicked the other in the shin.

"Ow!" Allestair laughed again, "I don't think I deserved that!"

"Keep it up and the next one will be aimed higher." Seras huffed and crossed his arms. His eyes wandered for a second before fixing on a spot behind Allestair. He scowled. "We're being watched."