This chapter is dedicated to idckat for all their awesome comments!

Author's Note: I'm just gonna say it. When I listen to Angel With A Shotgun by The Cab, I think of two things: Supernatural, and Ted.
Supernatural was a given cuz y'know, angels, hunters, all that.
But then I thought about Ted. Sounds totally like something he'd say about Bill. "I'd throw away my faith just to keep you safe." I mean... Ted is just an angel. A gift to this world. So is Bill. I'm having emotions I'm sorry. Enjoy this chapter.
Ps I'm eating Chinese food while writing about The Lost Boys. Fishy, huh? ;P

Ted walked over to Dwayne after the tense moment passed and handed him a bandange.

"Hey dude," he mumbled, "Sorry about your face, I didn't know what else to do."

Dwayne slowly raised his eyes to Ted, glaring slightly. He knocked the bandage from Ted's hand and turned away.

"Hey, at least I'm trying, dude!" Ted said loudly, walking away.

Marko put a hand on Ted's shoulder.
"Don't take it personal. He's the quiet type. He's not really a bad guy."
They glanced back at Dwayne, who was picking up the bandage and mopping up a little of the dried blood.

The Doctor returned to the center console with a few boxes stacked up. Some were tools, and others were food.

"Quick pit stop," The Doctor said, "You all rest up and I'll handle the controls. The TARDIS doesn't like the paradox of Two Teds and Two Bills. Just stay in the TARDIS and try to get along."

The Doctor dropped below the deck to start modifying the ship.
Tensions were high. Edgar and Alan were off in a corner sneering at the vampires, and the vampires were in the opposite corner looking deadly.
Bill and Marko sat on the console and talked under their breath, especially since the TARDIS was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Neo was up on the steps practicing some sort of martial arts, so Ted decided to go talk to him. Ted sat down on the railing.

"How did you learn to do that?"

"It was downloaded into my head like a computer,"

Ted squinted in confusion at him.

"Here, let me show you. You might be able to get it really fast, since you're me," Neo smirked.

Neo took a fighting stance, removing his sunglasses and ankle-length black coat so Ted could watch his movements.

"Spread your feet a little bit more and raise your hands higher," Neo stated. He flexed once to loosen the black shirt, before coaxing Ted forward.
"Hit me," he said.

Ted swung. Neo dodged. Neo swung. Ted got hit. Ted hit. Ted hit again. Neo blocked and Ted moved back.

It was almost a pattern they followed. Neo was obviously better than Ted because he had more training, but he let Ted get a few shots in on him. Eventually, Ted blocked out the rest of the awkward tension between the Hunters and the Vampires. All people could hear was the heavy breathing of the two fighters and the occasional sound of a hand or foot making contact with a body or the flapping of clothing.

Dodge left, dodge right, attack the exposed left side... Ted remembered fighting Saunders back at Oats.
"How did you learn to do that?"
"I just didn't want you to hit me,"

Neo called break time a few minutes later because Ted was winded. As they stopped and Ted's adrenaline high lowered, he realized that his lip was bleeding and the entire TARDIS had gone quiet watching them. Ted felt uncomfortable and sat down on the stairs, facing away from them.

A minute passed before Ted felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned to look, and it was Dwayne, holding out a bandage in his hand. Ted's face broke into a smile and he took it. He pressed it to his lip gently.

"In case you're wondering, Ted, we're not going to attack you, but yes we can smell it,"

The voice was David's, and Ted turned to look. David had stood up and was walking his way. Ted quickly tried mopping the blood from his lip at the sight of the vampire, and he tensed incredibly when David sat next to him. That thought had passed through his mind just moments ago. Had David heard him? Was David listening to his thoughts right now?

David put a hand on Ted's shoulder and his teeth clenched. David chuckled at his reaction, and it sounded like a half-amused, half-sinister type of laughter.

"Relax," David told him.

Ted slowly unclenched his jaw, but his shoulders stayed tense.

"Do you really think we have absolutely no control over our actions? You believe that we will attack and kill anything that shows the slightest bit of blood?"

Ted shrugged and looked up at David. His eyes were yellow again.

"I-I-I guess...," Ted stammered.

"Well, it is very true," David smirked. "We do attack a lot of people based on the scent of their blood, the pulse in their necks...,"

Ted gulped.

"And we also have no reason whatsoever to listen to The Doctor and not rip those brothers to shreds for food. And we have nothing we need to prove to you, no reason at all not to kill right now, Ted."

Ted nodded, unable to look away from David.

"Do you know why we haven't?"

Ted opened his mouth to speak but no words came out, so he shook his head.

"Because we don't want to kill you."

David removed his hand from Ted's shoulder, stood up, and walked away.

Those words stayed with Ted in a most confusing, heinous way as he went to bed an hour later, practically passing out in a small room The Doctor had invited him to stay in. Bill was on a twin bed across the room from him, sleeping soundly. The room directly next door held the vampires. Across the hall was the hunters, and three doors down was Neo.

Ted rolled onto his stomach and stared at the ceiling, which looked like the stars in the galaxy, moving and changing, showing the deep purples of space.

David's voice rang in his head right before he drifted off, heavy eyes closing.

"We have nothing we need to prove to you, no reason at all not to kill right now, Ted. Do you know why we haven't?
Because we don't want to kill you."

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