Chp; 3 MY FAKE
“SHE WENT TO SLEEP,” said a deep voiced British man. He was 5’10” and had thick short brown hair and green eyes. He walked through the hardly lit house. A fire blazed in the fire place of the small English home.
“Good, I need to go on patrol,” said Buffy sitting on the couch, “Thanks Alex.”
“I could of watched her,” stated Alex.
“Yes, your acceptance, the reason why I married you,” smiled Buffy. She looked different, a little, she had bangs and around her eyes were small wrinkles. Like Alex’s.
“I thought you married me because you loved me,” smiled Alex sitting down next to Buffy.
She laughed looking at the fire, “No, this has been 12yr. Of Lies.”
“Keep talking like that and I’ll have to start telling random people on the your street that you’re 41,” laughed Alex.
Buffy put her head on his chest while looking at the fire, “Oh, you wouldn’t do that,” she smiled.
“I can call Xander and we can go on patrol,” replied Alex, “Together.”
“No, that’s fine,” said Buffy, she sat up a little straighter, “So we’re going to do this?”
“We’re going to do this,” replied Buffy, “I think we’d both have a better chance in America in the job area. And I think she‘ll like the colleges.”
EMMA SAT at her desk in her classroom. Tapping her pencil on her desk. Odd.
She wore her hair up in two pony tails that sagged down in a cute way. She wore blue jeans, black D.C. skating shoes, and a green long-sleeve shirt.
Year: 2021
She was waiting for something. Just waiting, seemed bored with her surroundings. A teacher passed by each desk of the room full of 17yr. Olds giving them a paper.
“I want you to take this test like you’ve never taken a test,” said the British teacher. Emma’s eyes scanned the paper she wrote in the answer with her pen in her left hand the entire time, quickly, faster than most can read. Then she put the pen down and raised her hand, “Or, like Miss Summers does, freakishly fast. Yes?”
“I’m done,” stated Emma.
“Okay, give me the paper,” the kids in the class were whispering, the male teacher went up to her desk and she handed the paper to him, “Okay,” he sighed, “You may begin,” he took Emma’s paper up to his desk and looked through it, skimmed, checked the answers, “Miss Summers, I want you to come out in the Hall with me.”
Emma stood up the others watching her. She walked down the rows of desk and out into the hall. He closed the door behind him he folded his arms across his chest handing the test back to Emma, “What do you want to tell me.”
“I did good,” she said.
“Bloody hell, you did great,” stated The Teacher, “I still don’t understand you young lady, you could have college done with by now, instead, you’re not even in it, just finishing high school.”
Emma smiled, “Don’t blame me, it’s my mum, she wants me to get the feel of this place, living a normal life, she says she’s proud though.”
“I think your mother doesn’t understand your gifts,” sighed The Teacher, “Well, enough, cause, you’re good at everything, and-” he took a breath, “Just, your mother’s a fine woman, her choice, I’d just do different if you were my child.”
“I don’t think she wants me to really understand my abilities, or anything I do.”
“You’re the best student I’ve had, and, well, I’m just, I’m sad I’m going to loose you those, ungrateful American colleges,” he sighed leaning against the lockers behind him, “You don’t ever do anything wrong, you do everything right in my class. Don‘t get in trouble, a good kid.”
“Don’t flatter me, I’m just a normal-”
“Genius.”
“No, normal girl,” stated Emma, she knew wasn’t normal she didn’t go bathroom and did everything fast, had great hearing, speed, senses, “Or, as normal as a freak can get.”
“I’m proud of you and hope you do well,” said The Teacher, he looked at his pupil, “Do something for me.”
“What?” asked Emma.
“Leave, right now, go home.”
“But my mum-”
“Can call me all night and complain about how I let her teenage daughter skip school, go,” he smiled. Emma looked at him like he was nuts, “Don’t think I don’t know you know how to get off the grounds, I do remember that one year of track team you took.” [I think they have that British schools.]
“Thanks,” said Emma, “ Okay.”
Emma never did anything bad. She was the good smart girl. Of course she knew not many people liked her. But the teachers did.
BUFFY WAS HOME, with Xander, in the kitchen. Xander was eating serial at her island table as she washed the dishes. “I got the tickets for the flight,” stated Xander.
“Thanks Xander,” replied Buffy, “Emma should really like this trip.”
“Don’t you think the college girl wants a little space?” suggested Xander pushing his bowl away from him.
“Come on,” said Buffy, “I’m giving her space,”
“Buffy,” sighed Xander, “She’s a young woman, who needs her freedom.”
“I’m just glad she hasn’t figured out what I had to deal with when I was her age,” stated Buffy, “Plus with all the circumstances, I’m happy she’s a normal girl.”
“You know, she’s going to be 17,” stated Xander, “And, she doesn’t go bathroom, how’s that normal?”
“I know, but she’s my little miracle,” She grabbed Xander’s bowl to clean it , “Everyone wants to leave there parents when they get to a certain age.”
“But you want to protect her from her future,” said Xander.
“You don’t understand, well you do but,” began Buffy putting the sponge to work , “It’s scary to know that she’s not normal. But she is normal.”
“She’s smart,” said Xander, “She’ll find out on her own, I think she even has some ideas of what’s going on.”
“We’re going to L.A. and we’re going to see Angel,” said Buffy, “Plus it would a be a nice surprise for him, and Emma gets to know a little more about me, my country.”
“Well, Buffy, you can’t hide it forever,” said Xander, “She’ll wonder why she’ll never be able to call this place home, again. Can’t hide it forever.”
“Hide what?” asked Emma coming into the kitchen and opening the frig, “Are you trying to hide Christmas gifts, again,” she sat on the bar holding a Ziploc bag with a sandwich in it and taking the sandwich out.
“What are you doing here?” asked Buffy, she looked at her daughter angrily, “Are you cutting class.”
“Bloody hell yeah,” said Emma, “Mr. Henry told me to leave.”
“Did you get in trouble?” pestered Buffy, “Why the heck would your teacher tell you to leave?”
“No,” Emma stated, “I took the test and he talked to me about leaving, a little, and told me to leave. She took a bite of her sandwich, “Actually it was a quite candid conversation, I had my ego pumped,” she smiled.
“I told you not talk with your mouth full,” said Buffy.
“I was 5,” said Emma swallowing her food.
“So, it still applies,” Buffy said drying her hands off and folding them over her chest.
“Don’t worry,” said Xander candidly, like it was suspicious secret, “I’ve been watching her, she does a pretty good job keeping her mouth closed when she chews.”
“So who’s this Angel dude?” asked Emma.
“An old friend of mines,” said Buffy, leaning her back against the island taking another drink of her water.
“So you’re just going to go on into his, Hotel, without notice,” Emma said taking a bite of her sandwich, “I thought I didn’t have manners.”
“He’ll be happy,” said Buffy, “It’s been 17yr.”
“You sure he still likes you?” asked Emma, “17yr. Feels like it’s been a bleedin’ long while to me to stop liking someone.”
“Oh, Angel wouldn’t stop liking Buffy,” said Xander, “They had a past to remember, heck, I remember it.”
“What?” Emma laughed, she looked at Buffy, “Did you loose your virginity to him or something?”
Buffy’s eyes went wide and she went to the dishes and turned on the water, “No, go up stairs and finish packing.”
“You did,” laughed Emma, “That was a lie, you did.”
“GO up stairs,” demanded Buffy.
Emma got off the bar, “Yeah, I can tell when you’re lying,” laughed Emma going out of the room and up the stairs in the living room.
Xander smiled, “She’s always has known when any of you were lying.” Buffy just looked at Xander, then she let a smile creep on her face.
ANGEL INVESTIGATIONS just doesn’t stop going because of a little time. They just try not to get the same customers twice in a decade or two. [The reasons are obvious when you look at Angel.] Angel investigations ran by the lovely, Angel.
Wesley the one known for reading the books, the guy was living the ripe old age of 48, but he was in his top shape, and so were the wrinkles. [Not as bad as it sounds.] Conner had finished college and still looked like he should be in it when he was now 36. Spike, he was just there to kick some ass.
“I think Miss Dorsey is figuring us out,” said Angel walking out of his office of the Hyperion hotel.
“Figuring what out exactly?” asked Spike.
“That it’s not her eyes sight fooling her,” replied Angel folding his arms across his chest.
“That we don’t age,” said Spike putting up some weapons. Conner was doing the shining.
Wesley was behind the bar reading a book and drinking a cup of coffee. Conner was wearing a black sleeveless shirt and jeans, looked very young for 36 [I think that was the right answer, eh.] Like a teenager, hmm….
“Speak for yourself,” said Wesley taking a sip of his coffee.
“Don’t worry,” said Spike, “We’ll get you some of that wrinkle moisturizer, cream, that stuff I’ve seen the women on T.V. wearing.”
“Ha, ha, ha,” stated Wesley.
Illyria walked into the Lobby from the outside of day and watching the Angel gang, “Something wrong blue?”
“The mail man has come,” said Illyria.
“Remember the good old days when she used to attack the mail man,” smiled Conner.
“Good bloody times,” said Spike.
“He asked for such information, that a stranger shouldn’t know, back in my day-” stated Illyria.
“Calm down,” stated Angel, “You’ve been saying that for the past, well, almost 20 yr.”
“16,” said Conner.
Angel folded his arms, “I think today will be a good day.”
Spike was shinning his weapon, [that sounds dirty, but, not what I’m going for.] He wore, black jeans and a button up black shirt, over a white tank top shirt, “Oh, so now the flowers are going to blossom in your name,” he said sarcastically.
“Shut up Spike,” said Angel.
“Maybe it will be a good day,” said Conner, “Miracles happen,” he laughed.
“Yeah, think Angel,” said Spike, “ We won’t come home covered in green goop.”
“That stuff was hard to get out,” said Conner, “Morgan said I smelled funny for a week.”
Morgan was Conner’s most recent girlfriend. She was a year older than him and they were getting pretty serious. She was a short red head with brown eyes and liked flowers something bad.
“Well I don’t think we’ll have a goop day,” said Angel.
“Day beholds such, relief,” said Wesley, “Night will be crappy.”
“See,” said Angel walking towards Wesley, “Wes here can think positively.”
“Thank You,” he stated, “Good to know I have the capabilities.”
“See, good self esteem as well,” smiled Angel.
“We’re like a bunch of fairies,” said Conner.
“No,” said Spike, “Just you.”
“Hey,” said Conner.
“Fairies?” questioned Illyria.
“Remember that show on T.V.?” asked Spike.
“Fairy,” quoted Illyria, “I wondered, you’re species so open.”
“I’m not gay,” stated Conner, “ I’ve got girlfriend.”
Illyria walked out of the room up the stairs, “I must collect chairs.”
They watched her leave, “She’s been around too long,” stated Angel.
“Blue loosen her marbles,” stated Spike.
“I think it’s human existence that makes the marbles roll off if I may say,” said Wesley.
“Nobody stopping you,” sighed Spike shrugging his shoulders.
“I’m in a very serious relationship,” said Conner looking down as he held a sword.
“Don’t worry,” said Spike, he smiled, “Questioning yourself only makes it true.”
NIGHT CAME SHORTLY IN ENGLAND. Buffy had gone out on Patrol as usual, that’s what she always did. Alex stayed home to watch Emma. Emma’s bed time, sun down, everyday. Alex laid down on the couch after a hard day of work, trying to find a job. He let his eyes close for just the slightest moment.
Emma lay in her bed, her eyes shut, thought to be asleep. A soon as Alex’s eyes closed, Emma’s opened. She had heard them make they’re final shut for the time being. Emma had never gone outside at night, not unless someone was with her. Mostly not.
She didn’t want to leave though. Emma stood up and went slowly out of her room. She looked over the banister seeing Alex lay on the couch. Emma new the small story, ‘mummy has a job that she can’t give up’. Emma slowly walked to her mom and Alex’s room. She went to open it but the door was locked.
Emma pulled a hair pen out of her pajama short’s pocket and put it into the lock then moved it a certain way and the door clicked, unlocking. She opened the door slowly not trying to wake Alex, he’d always sense stuff. Emma liked to call him ‘Ponce.’
She went inside closing the door behind her, She flipped the switch and a lamp came on across the room. Emma sniffed the air. She noticed something automatically. Emma went towards where the smell was and opened up the 2nd shelf down on the right side of Buffy’s vanity and looked in seeing something wrapped in a cloth.
“What’s that smell?” she asked herself, Emma pulled the parcel out and unfolded the white napkin from it. Inside was a dagger, she dropped it, dried blood was on it. “Alex, is, doing something.” She picked up the blade, she waved it under her nose, “Mum, killed someone.”
Emma wrapped the dagger up and put it back then looked to the bed, looked to the closet, the trunk at the end of the bed. She went over to the trunk and went to open it when she heard Alex wake up and dropped the top before anything happened.
Inhumanly Emma shot off at the vanity and opened the drawer and took the dagger then shot out of the room locking it behind her as Alex slowly made his way to the steps, and started up them. He didn’t even see her shoot off to her room.
Always leave Emma’s door open. Quickly she got into the bed. Alex went to the door way and looked in, “Emma?” he questioned.
Emma didn’t reply. As far as he was concerned she was sleeping. He shrugged his shoulders and went towards his and Buffy’s room. Emma sat up when she heard the door close. She went pulled the knife out and walked across the hall to the bathroom. She closed the door slowly.
Flipped the light on, then she started the fossit and pulled out the dagger and began to wash the dry blood off. The dagger felt right in her hand, held it with her left as she washed it down, dried it, clean dagger. Emma examined the blade, sharp.
“There’d be no point to black mail her,” she said to herself in a whisper, “for information, that’s why she’s leaving town, getting us out, before they find the body.” Emma was very confused, she went back to her room walked across the hall.
“Emma?” asked Buffy.
Emma quickly had put the dagger behind her too fast for slayer eyes and put it in her shorts elastic, “What?”
“What are you doing up this time of night?” asked Buffy.
“Nothing,” replied Emma, “I thought I should brush my teeth again.”
“Making sure,” said Buffy, “You know how-”
“Can’t be out after dark,” said Emma.
“Where’s Alex?” asked Buffy.
“You tell me?” asked Emma.
“Okay, Emma, he’s been around for, years, I think it’s about time to except him,” laughed Buffy putting her hand on Emma’s shoulder and leading her back gently, motherly like back into her bedroom.
Emma pulled away, “What are you going to do about it?”
“Well, I don’t think I can do anything,” said Buffy, “Something’s wrong, is this about the moving?” said Buffy, “Cause, it’ll be fine, you’ll be fine going to a school over in America for college.”
“I guess that’s it,” said Emma.
“Really, cause baby, I love you and I wish we could stay but, we can’t,” said Buffy.
“Because you miss Angel and you already bought the tickets?” asked Emma.
“Yes, that’s it,” stated Buffy, she kissed Emma on her forehead and went to the door way, “Now I don’t want to see you up the rest of the night okay, you need your sleep, jet lag is hard.”
“Okay,” stated Emma, she smiled a little at her mom.
Buffy turned and walked down the hall. Emma pulled the dagger out of her short’s elastic. “Lies,” sighed Emma, “I smell them on her,” she sighed to herself putting the dagger in her bed mattress then getting in the bed. Emma closed her eyes slowly.
ANGEL AND WESLEY stood by the bar that next evening. Wesley was reading through one of his prophesies books. Just skimming away. “You read a lot,” said Angel.
Wesley looked up, “Part of the job, and, I hate to brag, but I’ve always been somewhat of a book man.”
“I think I knew that,” said Angel, “We’ve been here some time.”
“I see your point,” said Wesley.
Angel stepped away from the bar, he folded his hands across his chest, “ And-”
Suddenly a vampire was thrown through the doors of the Hotel. He was on fire. They didn’t know what was going on. Angel quickly grabbed his coat of the rack and threw it on the vamp and started beating him out.
The random vampire’s skin was charred. “Someone did this,” said Wesley immediately.
“What are you doing here?” demanded Angel, “Who did this?!” The vampire couldn’t talk, he tried, “Tell me or I’ll send you out there again.
The vampire gasped, “They will rise. The one is coming. They will take, be spared!!”
“What do you mean?” asked Angel.
“What?” questioned Wesley, “Who?”
“I don’t know,” the vampire leaned his head back and then he automatically turned into dust, Angel and Wesley backed away from the dust as a draft blew swiftly through the Lobby.
The door rebuilt itself and a vehicle sped off. Spike ran down the stairs, “What’s going on down here?”
“Something’s going to happen,” said Angel.
“That’s not normal,” said Spike going towards the doors, touching the glass. The glass was a black color, like something had burnt on them, soot that wouldn’t go away with the wipe of a finger against it.
The door was pushed opened and Spike fell backwards, but he caught his footing gong down the stairs behind him. Surprise.
“Spike?” questioned Buffy going in.
Spike swallowed, “Buffy?”
“Buffy, what are you doing here?” asked Angel as Alex, Emma, and Xander filed into the Lobby. Conner had seen what was going on and was down at the end of the stairs.
“Alex?” said Alex putting out his hand to shake Spike’s hand.
“I take it you’re not her adopted brother,” stated Spike folding his arms.
“No, he’s not Spike, he’s Alex, Buffy’s husband, going on how many years, 12?” stated Xander.
Emma folded her arms across her chest, [she was wearing a black and white shirt, the main part was white then the sleeves were black, and she wore blue jeans and her shoes from before.] “Why’s that coat smoking?” asked Emma.
“No reason, Angel I told you a long time ago you were going to have to stop that fire thing,” she looked at him in a way that he understood, don’t tell the paranormal of things.
“Well I felt a bit peck-ish,” stated Angel picking up the coat and putting it on the coat hanger.
“I’m Conner,” replied Conner.
“Oh, introductions, we know Xander, this is my husband and my daughter Emma,” said Buffy.
“Daughter,” said Spike, “You must be proud?” he had directed that question to Alex.
“Yeah, I’m proud,” said Alex.
“I’m not your bloody daughter,” she sneered at Alex, she smiled at them, “I’m illegitimate.”
“Emma,” scolded Buffy, “Go outside with Xander and Alex, you too. Go get the things.”
“Why?” asked Emma, “Come on, maybe I’ll find out something new.” Her voice had seemed disrespectful.
“Do as your mother says,” said Alex, “Come on.”
“I’ll help, get you guys a room,” said Conner going out the door with, Alex, and Emma.
“I’m staying with Buffy,” stated Xander pointing at Angel and Spike, “Right with her.”
Wesley walked past them, “I’ll just help.”
They watched him leave the room. “Buffy,” said Spike, “You’re as beautiful as-”
“Back off Spike, okay,” said Xander, “Buddy, she’s-”
“It’s alright Xander,” said Buffy, “This is sudden for a reason.”
“Buffy into my office, you explain that reason,” said Angel.
“Okay,” she agreed, going towards the door to his office with him.
“Oh yeah Angel, she’s a married woman now,” said Spike going towards them but the door was closed on him, “I hope she kicks your ass you move in on her.”
“Like you care Spike,” said Xander.
“Enough,” stated Spike looking at his one eyed buddy.
“Not enough to tell her you were a live, huh?”
Spike looked down.
BUFFY FOLLOWED Angel into his office and sat down with him. “Why are you here Buffy?”
“Aren’t you happy, that I’m here?” asked Buffy.
“Yes and no,” said Angel, “I’m terribly happy, I’m going to regret this aren’t I?”
“What, there’s nothing to regret-”
“Buffy, something is wrong, you just don’t take your daughter here because, well, if you want to keep that little secret hidden, you don’t take her to two vampires,” said Angel.
“Spike’s her father,” she whispered.
“What?” he said wide eyed, “What, how, this isn’t right.”
Angel felt like he was suffering from a gut wound. A deep all bleeding gut wound. If he could throw up he would have. He was hit by a truck, semi truck of realization. Alex didn’t make him think about Buffy not being his, Emma made it worse. Put that truck in gear.
“She is, she doesn’t know, and, I don’t want her to know, but I do,” said Buffy, “All her life, I’ve been trying to prevent her from finding out everything, everything,” Buffy said, she stood back up, “We can’t have smoking jackets incidents here.”
“Lies don’t build anything Buffy,” said Angel, “Conner, he’s-”
“What’s Conner have to do with this?” asked Buffy.
“He’s my son,” said Angel.
“What’s that have to do with this?” asked Buffy, “Always like you, bring your problems into it.”
“If she’s the daughter of a vampire and a slayer, isn’t she meant for the paranormal?” asked Angel, he wanted to change the conversation immediately.
“Well, if she is,” gestured Buffy, “Then, she’ll do the paranormal, but if she isn’t, she’s not going to be plagued by the abnormal life.”
“Don’t you wonder what she’ll think when she finds out, I don’t know her, but I don’t think it’ll turn out well,” stated Angel, “Conner, he got suicidal and I didn’t hold back his whole life.”
“Why are you trying to hurt me, stop talking about Conner,” she stated bluntly, “Emma’s not crazy.”
“When someone realizes all their life hasn’t been real-”
“I went through this with Dawn,” said Buffy.
“But you weren’t holding herself from her for long,” said Angel, “Were you?”
“Emma isn’t suicidal,” said Buffy, “She’s smart, super smart.”
“Paranormally smart?” asked Angel.
“No, genius, not, paranormal genius,” said Buffy.
“Sometimes, geniuses aren’t just run of the mill humans,” said Angel.
“Shut up,” said Buffy, “I just don’t know what to do-”
“Why are you here?”
“Alex and I lost our jobs, we have nowhere to go,” said Buffy her eyes tearing up, “Xander and Dawn have offered us money, but I couldn’t except it.”
“Buffy sometimes-”
“I’m not a charity case Angel, I just need a place to stay, and things to lay on low,” said Buffy, “Till we get back on our feet.”
“This isn’t the best place,” said Angel.
Tears went down Buffy’s cheeks, “Well, I didn’t know where else to go. I can’t have Emma finding out we can’t support ourselves, I can’t have her finding out the world’s dark side.”
Angel hugged Buffy in a consoling manner as Buffy cried. “I’ll help, whatever I can, you’ll get back on your feet.”
“Thank You Angel, thank you so much,” she cried.
Angel pulled away, “How long do you need to stay?”
“A while,” said Buffy, “Emma has a curfew and she can’t go out at night, and she’s smart.”
“She does know though?” he questioned.
“I guess,” she said wiping her face, “She probably doesn’t, but I think she might be figuring it out slowly but surely.”
“Okay,” said Angel.
EMMA SAT ON THE bar hanging out now. She didn’t listen to the things around her really. Just hanging out. If she really had been listening to Angel’s and Buffy’s conversation she’d know Spike’s her dad and that the mom she’s always trusted in and joked with and loved so dearly, is lying and has been for a long, long time. Oh and the guy down the street just stubbed his toe and knocked over the microwave in the process.
“What are you looking at,” asked Emma, not in a mean way or anything just asking why.
Spike folded his arms, “I usually sit there.”
“And?” she asked.
“Well now I’m not sitting there,” stated Spike.
“Yeah, bloody dire consequences to the world at hand,” replied Emma.
“So where’s Dawn?” asked Spike, “She’s usually not but feet away form her big sis.”
“She’s in New York with her fancy dandy husband and 2 sons, and one on the way,” replied Emma.
“Wow, she’s grown up I see,” said Spike not believing his ears very well.
“Whatever,” said Emma.
“How’s Alex treat your mum?” asked Spike.
Emma looked to Spike, “Like a bleedin’ princess, literally, takes care of her all the time.”
“So he’s treating her right,” stated Spike, “Good.”
“I hate him, the stupid bugger thinks just because he’s been in dear old mummy’s life since I was 4 that I should except him as my new daddy, no, doesn’t bloody work that way. Stupid git, always keep a watch on Emma, always. I think he wishes I was his too.”
“Xander old boy,” said Spike as Xander went up to Spike.
“Oh, what now, are you tainting the youngest?” asked Xander
“R,” said Spike making fun of his patch, “Sure, I wouldn’t be taintin’ the bloody girl.”
Emma smiled, “When I was little Xander used to scare me.”
“Jump up behind her scare her,” corrected Xander folding his arms across his chest.
“No,” stated Emma, “You come in the through the bleedin’ front door and I’d run off screaming in hysterics.”
“She used to be a biting too,” stated Xander, Emma grabbed Xander’s arm and pulled Xander’s sleeve up to show a scar, it was in the shape of the teeth of a 3 yr. Old, and looked like The child might have been torn from him.
“Oh, alright,” said Spike.
“You guys getting a long?” asked Xander.
“I guess so far, why?” asked Spike.
“You two act like each other, brings back unpleasant memories,” stated Xander.
“Thanks,” scoffed Spike.
“You mean I’m unpleasant?” asked Emma, “Cool.”
“You’re mum and Angel have been in there awhile,” said Spike.
“They’re probably catching up,” stated Emma, “Or on the desk Fuc-”
“Emma,” scolded Buffy walking out of Angel’s office, “What did I tell you about language.”
“I’m 16 she still scolds me for it,” stated Emma.
“Well clearly you haven’t learned your lesson,” said Buffy going towards her.
Buffy had walked up to Spike, “You haven’t aged a bit,” smiled Buffy.
“To me you haven’t,” stated Spike.
“Don’t make me puke,” stated Emma.
“Teenagers,” said Buffy, “Emma go talk with someone, get to know people.”
“I’ve got to know people,” said Emma, “That other British dude, I’m going to call him Percy, I swear, he’s like Rupes,” she jumped down from the bar, “Old and bookie.”
“Be respectful,” said Buffy watching Emma go outside.
Spike and Buffy looked at Xander in a way that meant they wanted to be a lone. Xander shook his head, “No Buffy, I’m going to keep tab, make sure nothing happens, no moves are made Spike.”
“Don’t worry Xander, I’m happily married and if he pulls anything I’ll kick his ass,” smiled Buffy.
“Really?” asked Xander.
“Sure she will,” said Spike.
“Fine,” said Xander going to the Lobby door and out the door. Buffy looked back to Spike.
“I missed you,” said Spike, “Who’s the lucky father.”
“Um,…uh, one night, thing and-”
“That’s kind of sad, well, things seem to be doing well,” stated Spike.
“We’ll be here for a little while that’s all,” said Buffy, “Please, try to keep your, vampire thing under wraps.”
“Oh, so you’re playing the, normal life thing. How is that going?” asked Spike.
“I think she’s going to find out pretty soon, I don’t need that,” said Buffy.
“I don’t really agree with it but, fine, I’ll help keep her from the world of the paranormal, even though this isn’t the best place.”
ALEX WASN’T OUTSIDE. Conner stood in the garden for the mean while, no one was outside with him. Emma walked up behind him.
“Think it’s pretty,” said Conner.
“Sure,” sighed Emma, she looked at him her eyes seemed a bit surprised then, more intrigued.
Conner smiled, “Jasmine, all over, Angel loves that stuff.”
“Who is he?” asked Emma, “Really?”
“My dad,” said Conner.
“Your dad,” replied Emma, “You look awfully young to be his son, what are you like, 18 or something? And he looks bloody young too young to have had a relationship with my mum.”
“I’m close to 18yr. Old, a little older, and Angel, he just ages well,” said Conner, “He’s like 200 and something.”
“Cool,” said Emma, she thought he‘d been joking about Angel, “I’ve never really talked to an 18yr. Old unless babbling to my aunt when I was little still counts,” she smiled.
“Well,” sighed Conner, “My girlfriend likes Jasmine, I don’t really understand it. Girls and Jasmine.”
“I’m 16, going to be 17,” said Emma, “And I don’t think I like it.”
“The scent is too strong for me,” said Conner.
“It kind of smells a little musty to me,” said Emma.
“You know, you remind of someone I know,” said Conner, he looked at her in a peculiar way about the musty smell of Jasmine. He had strong senses that why it smell musty to him, so did she.
“My mum always told me I was like my dad,” said Emma.
“Can I ask where he is?” asked Conner.
“I don’t know, my mum never told me, I think she was a little ashamed,” she sighed, keeping perfect eye contact with him.
Conner sad down on the edge of the fountain, Emma stood in front of him, “Have you ever felt like someone was keeping, secrets?”
“All the time,” sighed Conner looking down.
Emma’s high senses picked up everything about him imprinting him into her mind. She took a breath from all the detail, “Something wrong?” he asked looking up.
“No, huh, no,” said Emma, “I was just thinking.”
Conner stood back up, “Well I’m going in, see you around,” said Conner, “Got to go get ready for work.”
“What do you do?” asked Emma.
“Extermination,” he said looking up to the evening sky that was going to go dark in time, “Just go in and don’t wonder off at night.”
“I can take care of myself,” she said.
“You wouldn’t want to scare your mom would you?” asked Conner.
“I think I’d actually like it if she was scared for once, she thinks I’m a little girl,” said Emma, “All the time, and I can sense when she’s lying, I tell her about what I do, she says, ‘oh no, that’s just normal for a girl your age.”
“I sense that she loves you,” he stood up, “Don’t worry, after a couple of years they seem to loosen the grip, normal.”
“I know they invented restrooms for a reason,” said Emma.
“What?” questioned Conner.
“I’ve never gone bathroom a day in my life, never have gotten sick, scraped, I can remember everything in a grate amount of detail. I was kidnapped when I was a baby, born, I remember it so clearly,” said Emma.
“Really?” asked Conner, “And she acts like you’re normal?”
“Yeah,” said Emma, “I see real well at night time, too. I’m not just normal.”
“Just pretend you are,” suggested Conner, “ All those things are probably normal, you’re just gifted then most.”
“I think she’s keeping a secret from me, something bad,” she said shaking her head.
“What?” asked Conner.
“I found a dagger in her room with dried blood on it,” said Emma, “I snuck in there. I think she wanted us to leave cause, she killed someone.”
“Just keep that information on the low,” said Conner, “You’re safe.”
“I guess, I just worry about other people,” stated Emma, she looked up at him, “Don’t tell her okay, or anyone.”
Conner shook his head in agreement. “I’ll see around,” he said going into the hotel. Emma watched him go in. Once he went in she let out a slow breath of relaxation of sorts.
NIGHT SETTLED on L.A. Emma didn’t have to go to bed yet even though it was night time. Buffy had left for her night job, which was odd cause they’d just got there a couple of hr. ago. Spike and Angel left all of a sudden with Conner. Wesley was collecting all the books in the place and taking off with them.
“Something’s not right,” said Emma looking at the lock on the frig. “Definitely not right.” Emma looked around no one watching. Emma went around the bar and to the frig. She bent down in front of it and grabbed a hair pen out of her pocket and put it in the lock quickly achieving her unlocking goal.
Emma stood up then opened the frig slowly. She saw what was in it and closed it quickly. Her eyes were wide, “That smell.” She said, “Blood?” Emma opened the frig and looked at it again. Emma closed it and locked it just in time.
Angel came through the front doors of the Hyperion, covered in goop. “What the bloody hell happened to you?” she asked Spike following in.
“Car trouble,” said Spike.
Emma sniffed they air, “It smells like money, like what pennies taste like.”
Spike looked at Angel. Angel looked back at Emma, “You know, you’re not supposed to put money in your mouth.”
“I’m not bloody stupid you git,” said Emma, “I’m not going to put money in my mouth. And that’s some kind of funny business, car trouble. Does your car have a cold, runny nose that smells like peppermints and hot dogs?”
“What’s going on down here?” asked Alex, “Did you guys have car trouble.”
“Yes,” said Spike, “We’ll just go get cleaned up.” Spike and Angel headed off their separate ways.
“Emma,” said Alex.
“What?” asked Emma.
He looked at her, like, ‘don’t speak to me in that tone’ face, “It’s time to go to bed.”
“What if I don’t want to,” said Emma.
“Do you want to get in trouble?” asked Alex.
“You’re not my dad,” said Emma.
“Yes, we’ve heard the story Emma, so be it, go up to your room,” said Alex, “I’ll be up there to tuck you in.”
Emma gave him a bad look, “I’m not your little girl, and neither little.”
“Just go up there,” he demanded.
Emma took off up the stairs. Angel came out of his office with a napkin whipping his face. Alex looked at him. “Code car trouble?” asked Angel.
“Buffy told you about the car trouble,” said Alex.
“She knows,” said Angel, “that something’s aren’t right.”
“So, we just keep playing the flippin’ game, that how it works, and we don’t do it any different then that,” said Alex.
“She can smell the blood in my frig,” said Angel.
“What do you mean, she’s not some kind of blood smelling demon,” said Alex in a distasteful manner.
“I’m just saying that her father and mother-”
“Did she tell you who it was?” asked Alex looking over to Angel.
“Yeah,” said Angel.
“If Spike tries anything,” growled Alex, “I’ll kill him, I’ve been the closest thing to her father, all these years.”
“Buffy didn’t know Spike was a live,” said Angel.
“If Emma finds out,” said Alex, “He’s her father, I’ll kill him.”
CONNER was the first there. He was already training with his sword in the Lobby. It was like him to get there bright in early. Emma suddenly was behind him. Conner sensed her and turned around quickly. To see her. Emma was wearing a black T- shirt and jeans today.
“How do you do that?” asked Emma looking at the sword Conner held.
“Do what?” asked Conner.
“What else?” asked Emma, “That sword thing.”
“Um, training,” said Conner.
“Mum’s got weapons, all over the sodding house, she uses them too, well one time she was acting funny and chased a mail man down the road but, after that it never got that bad,” said Emma, “Do it again.”
Conner looked at her for a long moment not sure if he should show her that sword spinning technique. [I don’t know what to call it.] “Okay,” he said.
Emma stepped back and he swung his sword around in a cool manner then slamming it in a stabbing motion. Conner looked at her, “There.”
“Can I see that sword?” asked Emma.
“I rather you not,” said Conner.
“Come on,” said Emma looking him in the eyes that way again, “I’m not going to castrate you, for bleedin’ sake.”
“Well,” said Conner handing her the sword, “I wouldn’t try that either.”
“Okay,” Emma took a breath as Conner backed away, farther then she had. She was beginner, or was she? Emma swung the sword around like he did, exactly. She smiled then did it again. The sword made a swooshing sound as it went.
“Where did you learn how to do that?” asked Conner.
“I didn’t,” said Emma, “Oh, you could say you.”
“You’re a natural,” said Conner, Emma followed Conner into the main part of the Lobby. Emma did it again, then again. Then she did something cooler then he’d done. Faster.
“Have you ever fought anyone?” asked Conner.
“Nope, no fights,” said Emma, “Sort of, Day care doesn’t count when I bit them and scratched them.”
“You’re right,” said Conner, “You think you can fight though, really?”
“I don’t know,” said Emma, “I figure.”
“Okay,” said Conner.
“You can show me,” she smiled, in that little taunting manner, like a girl with a crush would.
“No, you’re mom-”
“Screw her, I want to fight,” she said happily.
“I don’t know where I would start, and what if I hurt you and-”
“I don’t give a damn,” said Emma, “Always been pretty fast at what I do, do.”
Conner took a breath. Emma out of nowhere swung at him and he ducked her blow. She went to punched him the next time with her left and he blocked it. She acted like he was going to punched him in the head with her right but then she kicked him in the stomach. Conner pulled away.
“You can fight,” said Conner he breathed catching his breath.
Conner went to punch her back. She blocked it and went down trying to kick him off his feet. He flipped backwards and landed on his feet. “Cool,” said Emma.
Emma then spun around and kicked him in the face and he went backwards and caught himself. He went towards her. She was enjoying it, he was circling her and her him. Conner gave her a right, she blocked, left, blocked, right blocked, left again, another left, blocked.
Emma pushed him against the wall and looked at him for a moment then he pushed her against the wall. There strength was matched. Then she shoved him against the wall again.
“What now?” she taunted.
Conner smiled at her, they were both breathing hard. Emma smiled back, Conner moved his hands quickly and she fell backwards onto the purple thing. Quickly she stood back up.
“Never let your guard down,” said Conner.
Emma went to punch him with her left he grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back, “Are you some kind of super human?” he asked her.
“Unique,” she stated trying to get him off. She quickly kicked him in the crotch and he fell down. In moments he was back up on his feet.
“Come on, I’ve been kicked there before,” said Conner taunting her to keep going and try harder.
Emma was automatically behind him she kicked him in the back and he went forward Emma jumped up six feet off the ground and kicked him in the face. He flipped over the purple thing skidding across the floor on his back. He flipped back up on his feet.
Buffy and Angel came with Spike into the room just in time. To see Conner try to punch Emma and she block it and punched him back but he ducked out of the way. He tried it to her, she dodged the blow, then a right, then a left.
Emma back flipped kicked him in the face slamming him into the wall behind him. She landed on her feet, “Cool,” she said energetically.
“Get off her,” said Buffy going into the room with Angel and Spike.
“He was training me,” said Emma looking to Buffy quickly.
“You’re not going to be trained,” said Buffy, “And you, Conner, you should be ashamed of yourself.”
“Get off his back,” said Emma.
“I’m sorry ma’am, I didn’t know you had such a problem with it,” stated Conner.
“Buffy calm down,” said Angel.
“I’m good,” said Emma.
“No you’re not,” stated Buffy, “And you’re not doing that again, okay, go up to your room.”
“What?” questioned Emma, “I’m good at it.”
“I don’t care, go up to your room, and think about what you‘ve done,” said Buffy.
“I’m good at fighting, I knew all the moves, I’ve never learned how to fight before, I was good,” she pleaded.
“Room,” stated Buffy.
Emma gave her a bad look then ran up the stairs to her room quickly. Buffy rubbed her face stressed.
“She is good,” said Conner, “She was matching my strength, and-”
“This isn’t going to happen again,” stated Buffy.
“Angel’s right, calm down Buffy,” said Spike.
“This isn’t going to happen,” said Buffy, “She’s not good, and she’s not going to fight evil, fight period.”
“I’m sorry,” said Conner.
“Conner said he was sorry Buffy,” replied Angel.
Buffy let out a breath. “I know,” said Buffy, “She’s just so curious,” said Buffy walking upstairs.
SPIKE WAS HAVING A GLASS OF BLOOD behind the bar at the desk. His feet up on the desk. Conner was talking with him, “I’ve never been matched.”
“What do you think this means?” asked Spike, “This G. is an S. H.” [This girl is a Super Human.]
“I don’t think she’ll be able to hear us from her room,” said Conner.
“Well it’s understandable,” said Spike, “She’s The grand slayer’s offspring. Of course she’d have some kind power behind the blow.”
“She was matching me,” said Conner, “When I get angry, my eyes go yellow and I grow fangs.”
Conner had received all those abilities naturally, Emma did, she was born with them.
“Raises bloody eyebrows I tell you that,” replied Spike putting the cup to his lips.
“I found something out about that vampire that was thrown in here,” said Wesley.
“What?” asked Spike.
“That vamp was part of a cult, of slayers,” said Wesley, “Seeking eternal life. There’s lists and lists of things they do. But none that is described as pivotal enough.”
“Slayers,” said Spike, “Do you think we’d be able to take them?”
“I know I can, a group at least,” said Conner.
“What about little bit,” said Spike, “Emma?”
“Buffy would never let her do that, get in a fight with a bunch of slayers,” stated Angel walking into that office area from his.
XANDER WAS WITH BUFFY. “Things aren’t going okay, so what?”
“I’m keeping my daughter’s life at it’s best,” said Buffy putting on one of her boots as she sat on her bed.
“Yeah, like always, don’t go outside after dark, no clubs, unless it’s chess, but wait, you took her out of that,” said Xander.
“What’s your point Xander?” asked Buffy.
“You know my point,” said Xander, “You took her off track.”
“She was too fast,” said Buffy, “Doing weird things.”
“Chess club,” stated Xander.
“She was getting too good,” said Buffy.
“Day care,” said Xander.
“She was biting people and knocking the other kid unconscious, you know,” said Buffy, “And was really hyper after nap time, and didn’t sleep during nap time.”
“Chorus,” stated Xander, “Oh wait, her voice was picking too high of pitches and braking glass. Causing internal bleeding.”
“This is my daughter,” said Buffy, “I take care of her the best way I see fit.”
SPIKE WAS DOWN STAIRS again. Emma was sitting on the bar not doing anything. “What’s a kid your age doing around on a day like this?”
“Mum,” she stated, “Wants me to stay in for right now,” Emma let out a breath, “This place is so bleedin’ boring. Especially when people take the phone outside when I’m hear, I’ve always been a good eavesdropper. Mum must of said something.”
Spike walked towards, her, “I do admit she keeps a tight grip on you.”
“If I had wings, I’d make with flying away,” she said.
“You want to play cards?” asked Spike going to the desk behind the bar and getting a pack out and going over to the bar she looked at him.
“I don’t know any games, mum prefer I don’t gamble,” she stated.
“Not money,” said Spike, “Just cards, I’ll teach you one, Boulder Dash. Which I like to call Bull Shit.”
Emma smiled, she used a sarcastic voice, “I take you yell B.S. Mummy doesn’t like it when I’m offensive.”
“Then don’t yell it,” stated Spike.
He dealt the cards, “We put the cards down, don’t worry we don’t show them to each other. By the numbers in the game, Ace, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, jack, queen, then king. In order,” they collect their cards, “Doesn’t matter which are there, hearts, spades-”
“We put them down you say what we’re putting down, and the other one guesses if they were bull shitting the other one, lying.”
“Exactly, you’re a fast learner,” said Spike.
“Always have been,” she smiled.
BUFFY STILL SPOKE with Xander in her room, “You snapped at Conner pretty fast for-”
“Letting my daughter be subjected by violence,” stated Buffy.
“You should be more happy that there hasn’t been an Apocalypse around her all her life,” said Xander.
“Xander, I’ve heard the battle, I can’t make this stop, she has to be protected,” said Buffy going towards the door.
“Buffy,” said Xander following her to the door and down the hall, “She won’t be your little girl forever.”
“Someday she’ll find out, I admit, but, I won’t let it be now, she can’t hate me now,” said Buffy.
EMMA WAS WINNING, Spike laid down a card, “5” He was sitting on the bar with her.
Emma smiled, “bull shit,” she said.
“How did you know?” asked Spike.
Conner came out of Angel’s office setting the phone back where it had belonged, Buffy and Xander where coming down the stairs, “You smell different when you lie.”
“And you’re counting cards,” stated Spike.
Emma smiled, “Maybe.”
“What are you playing?” asked Buffy, “Spike, I don’t encourage gambling.”
“Cause I’m Pure and simple,” said Emma, sarcastically to Spike.
“Emma,” she said.
“Don’t worry Buffy, no money involved,” said Spike.
“No kittens,” Buffy grit her teeth.
“Kittens?” asked Emma, “What the bloody hell, you’ve been drinking haven’t you?”
“No kittens,” he looked at Emma, “Maybe next time I’ll do that, I’ll bring kittens and teach you poker.”
“What would I do with a bunch of cats?” asked Emma.
“I don’t know,” smiled Spike, Spike put his hands on Buffy’s shoulders and pushed her into the office softly.
Truthfully, Conner could smell lies. He was surprised to hear that from Emma. Xander passed them and went outside. Conner leaned against the bar. Emma got down and leaned against it the same way, she whispered to him, “Think you can train me?”
Conner folded his arms looking over to her, Emma did the same, “I don’t think you need it.”
“Come on,” said Emma, “I want you to teach me,” she had a way of saying it.
He looked at her biting his bottom lip, then spoke, “Are you flirting with me?”
Emma didn’t answer her face just started blushing, she looked down, “No.”
“Really,” he didn’t believe her, besides, he could pick up her feelings, “I think you are, just between, you me and my dad, I’m 36,” said Conner, “If you get my drift.”
“You’re old, so,” said Emma.
“You’re a miner,” said Conner.
She looked up her eyes wide, “I don’t care, I’ve always been one for the older guys,” she stated.
“I’ve been one for the older women,” said Conner, “I don’t believe you fit the criteria.”
Emma facial expression changed, “Fine,” she sneered.
“I didn’t want to hurt you,” said Conner.
“Oh I’m not hurt a bit,” said Emma, “You pig.”
“How am I a pig?” asked Conner.
Emma just looked at him, shrugged her shoulders. “You just are.”
“You understand completely,” said Conner, “You’re a miner, I’m 36, and plus, I’ve got a girlfriend.”
“Fine,” growled Emma, “Fine, Fine, Fine.”
“Okay,” said Conner grabbing his coat from the coat rack inside the office and going to the doors.
SPIKE PULLED a seat out for Buffy and faced it towards him, sat her down in it, got down on his knees making her look at him, [no not a proposal.] “Buffy, that girl in there, she isn’t normal.”
“And Spike?”
“I think she smells lies, like Conner,” said Spike.
“No she doesn’t, you just smell funny,” said Buffy.
Spike put his hands on hers on the chair arms, “Very funny.”
“Spike, stop this,” stated Buffy, “Everyone needs to stop.”
“Emma’s got a greater purpose, I see it,” said Spike, “I feel it in my gut.”
“Then she’ll find her greater purpose, but not now,” said Buffy, “Do you know how much she’d hate me?”
“She wouldn’t hate you, she wouldn’t stop loving you because you lied all her life, she wouldn’t like you for awhile, then she’d get over it because she’s a smart girl.”
“I’m happy you see that, especially you, but, she’s mine, and I raise my miracle the way she is.”
“Miracle,” he sighed, “I see that,” Spike stood up, “Her father would’ve been proud.”
“I know, he is,” said Buffy tears going down her face.
“See you Luv, I can’t stop you, but, I’ll hardly help.”
“I still love you Spike,” she said as Spike turned from her to the door.
“And I’ll always love you pet,” he said, “And Alex seems like a fine man.”
“He doesn’t understand this like you,” said Buffy.
“He’s the man you married,” said Spike.
Buffy wanted to say something. Something to get him back over there. To make her feel like she had when he’d kissed her years before. But she couldn’t think up what to say and he just walked out of the room. Buffy sat there.
SPIKE WALKED INTO THE LOBBY. “Thanks for trying to explain it,” said Emma to him.
“You heard me?” he asked.
“No,” said Emma, “I block out most of the things around me or it hurts my ears. Unless it’s just normal stuff you know.”
“I’ve always had good hearing, well, since I was young - ger,” he said.
“Something bad is going to happen,” said Emma.
“What makes you think that?” asked Spike.
“I can sense it,” she said.
“Gut feeling?” asked Spike.
“Yeah,” she said, “Why’s there pigs blood in the frig.”
“I don’t know, I think it came with the place,” said Spike.
“You’re lying,” said Emma, “Everyone is lying.”
“It’s hard to explain,” said Spike.
“Not really, I see things all the time that I don’t know what it is, it’s not hard at all,” said Emma.
“Just go be a good girl,” said Spike.
“Why is it everyone thinks they can be my boss because I’m Buffy’s daughter,” said Emma.
“That’s not what we think,” said Spike, “And I’m not lying about that either.”
“Besides Conner you don’t lie that much,” stated Emma.
“I’m not big on the tall tales anymore,” replied Spike.
Buffy walked out of the Office. Emma shot up the stairs of the lobby.
“EMMA?” questioned Buffy going into Emma’s room, it was night Emma wasn’t in there, “Emma?” Buffy’s heart was at the ends of calm and was about to jump off the edge of her sanity/calmness. Buffy looked under the bed, she looked in the bathroom then went out of the door quickly.
SPIKE’S ROOM WAS LIT WITH CANDLES. Spike and Emma were sitting on his bed, Spike was talking to Emma. The candles were meant to give the room a spooky feel to it. “You want more?” he asked.
“Keep telling stories,” said Emma, “I want to know more about this William The Bloody.”
“Good, a girl that can take her stories, I used to do with Dawn,” said Spike.
“Just tell the rest of the story,” smiled Emma.
“Okay,” smiled Spike, “Alright,” he took in a breath, “Let me see, so, The girl was running her blood smell was thick in William’s nose. He could hear her little whimpers as he chased her through the dark wet forest. He didn’t want her to see him, but he wanted her to fear him. I- William, heard her find herself a hiding spot. In a hollowed out tree trunk.” Emma smiled waiting for the climax, or whatever was going to happen next. “So, the little girl, crying, keeping so quiet, missing her poor dead family, lay in the trunk, hiding.” his voice got quiet and he leaned in towards Emma smiling, “William could hear her breathing, she knew he was there. He put his hand on the tree trunk. He could feel her shaking through the bark. Then William pulled his hand back and-”
The door came opened quickly. Buffy walked in, “Emma.”
“Gosh, why do you bleedin’ always do that when I’m getting to the best sodding part?” demanded Spike.
“I’m fine,” sneered Emma, “He was just telling me a story.”
“With the candles and, what kind of story?” asked Buffy.
“A scary one, why?” asked Emma, “He has free will.”
“Shame,” said Buffy looking from Spike to Emma, “What kind of scary stories.”
“Ones about the infamous William the bloody,” said Emma, “Spike should be some kind of book writer, the stories seem almost real, except for, vampire thing and stuff-”
“Spike,” said Buffy, “I’m going on Patrol, you come with me, Emma,” she looked at Emma, “You go to bed.”
“Gosh,” said Emma getting up, “You’ve got to screw things up all the time.”
Emma left the room. Buffy watched Emma go down the hall, “What the hell do you think you were doing?”
“Tell her fairy tales,” said Spike.
“Fairy tales?” asked Buffy, “What exactly did you let slip?”
“ A lot Buffy, she just thinks it’s all a story though pet,” said Spike, “Girl needs a little fun.”
“She has fun in the day time,” said Buffy, “Fun doing normal things.”
“No she doesn’t, I’ve seen her,” said Spike.
Buffy walked out of the room. Spike followed her, “Don’t you walk away from me on this. Emma’s a smart girl, poor thing doesn’t have a father figure.”
“That’s what Alex is,” said Buffy.
“From what she tells me, she wants William the Bloody to come a long and give him the railroad Spike treatment,” stated Spike.
“Well as far as she’s concerned, this little relationship thing you two have got going on, the father like, daughter like bonding stops here,” said Buffy, she couldn’t believe her own ears, she’d stopped talking for a moment, “She can’t just find out.”
“Em is a good girl, she was having a nice time hearing fairy tales with me, she didn’t need to be sent off to bed all of a sudden luv,” said Spike.
“Quite calling me that, Spike, I’m 41, I’m not your pet, I’m just Buffy Anne Manis, okay. Emma is 16 yr. Old, normal girl, Emma William Summers, that name explains what she is, a normal girl,” stated Buffy, “And Alex is a great father-”
“Emma ‘William’ Summers?” he asked, “William?” he stood in front of her folding his arms across his chest, “Gave her my name for a middle.”
“Because at the time I was really sad you were gone,” said Buffy passing him and going down the stairs into the empty lobby.
“That’s sweet,” smiled Spike following her down the stairs.
“Shut up,” said Buffy grabbing her coat and going to the doors.
“Alright,” said Spike, “I respect that,” he watched Buffy leave.
EMMA HAD GONE TO HER ROOM. She slammed the door shut and grabbed her jacket off her bed. She put it on and lifted up her mattress and grabbed the now sheathed dagger out from under. She took the knife out of the small sheath that hid the blade the slid it back in.
The dagger in it sheath, she buckled it on her leg in her boot. She wore boots now. “I’m pretty good at making sheaths,” she said to herself.
Then she walked out of the room.
SPIKE WAS IN ANGEL’S office reading Angel’s girly magazines. Emma came in. Spike dropped the book behind the desk as he leaned back in the chair, folded his arms over his chest.
“Why up still Niblet?” asked Spike, “Look like you’re going somewhere.”
“I need help with something,” said Emma.
“What?” asked Spike, “ School something-”
“Mum’s not telling me everything,” stated Emma, “I know it, she smells like she’s lying.”
“Good little gift you’ve got there that way,” stated Spike.
“I want you to help me find my father,” said Emma.
“What?” asked Spike, “No, those things are for Buffy to know, I don’t meddle.”
“She’s lying, all the time, I’m not stupid, I’m not a little girl,” said Emma, “I’m something she can’t stop.”
“Your father could be anywhere,” sighed Spike, “And, other formidable reasons that I can’t say, or just don’t know.”
“I have a feeling he’s in a L.A., I don’t know who or anything, but, I know he’s in L.A.”
“I don’t want to hurt Buffy,” stated Spike.
Emma went towards him, “Do you care about hurting Buffy more then hurting me, you love her, you wouldn’t want to hurt her daughter would you. I have to know.”
“I don’t think I can help you,” he stated.
“Yes you can,” she stated, “I smell you lying.”
OKAY, HELP HER DAUGHTER, NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT. Emma would have to find out sometime, everything. Every tidbit. He knew enough of the paranormal, but first he was going to help her find her father.
Spike took her somewhere. To an old magic shop. He went up to the door and broke the knob off. Then they slowly walked in. No alarms, just the way Spike knew it would be. “I could have picked that,” said Emma.
“Habit,” said Spike as they entered the Magic shop.
“So why here?” asked Emma.
“I have an idea,” said Spike, “We just should keep it fast or the owners will be pissed.”
“I can read fast, does the help?” asked Emma.
“Of course,” he said going towards a book shelf, “Start looking for Paternity Tests.”
“Magic?” asked Emma, “Magic paternity Tests.”
“I’m not fond of it either Bit,” he said, “But, I know it exists.”
“I didn’t know you could do that?” asked Emma, “Anyone do magic.”
“Not personally, but, Red, Willow, she’s a witch,” said Spike, “And not all spells can be Candy.”
“So, magic exists or are you guys, or just her all in a cult?” she asked skimming a book quickly that Spike had handed her.
“Most of that exist, we’re not a cult, fight versus good and evil Sweet,” said Spike skimming pages as well.
“Oh, another lie,” said Emma.
“I’m not lying,” said Spike looking towards her.
“No, mum is,” stated Emma.
He went back to the books, “She just wants to protect you.”
“She’s stupid that way,” said Emma.
“Take that back,” said Spike looking at Emma.
Emma looked at him, “Do you think that’s what killed Faith, magic?”
“Faith’s dead?” asked Spike.
“When I was four, they said she died of leukemia, something like that, but no one ever noticed something was wrong,” replied Emma.
He looked back to his book, “I figure it might have been magic. Hiding it anyway.”
“Oh,” said Emma, “I was there when she died, I remember things real well,” she sighed, “I didn’t know she was dead, just knew that her pose was nice for my drawing.”
“You were drawing a picture of her?” asked Spike.
“Yeah,” she grabbed another book, “She sat down for a moment and said I could draw her, she’d pose for the picture. But when I was done, I tried to shake her awake but, that didn’t work, she died when she was in the pose.”
“That’s sad, were you okay?” asked Spike.
“Yeah, just had bad dreams for a little while about Faith closing her eyes, she died with them open,” clarified Emma, they went quiet, “Did I tell you I was left handed?”
“No,” he said, he looked back to skimming the book, “Me too.”
Emma went back to her book.
THE SPELL WAS FOUND. Spike set the book on the counter and went behind it looking for ingredients. “Pixie dust.”
“Pixie dust,” laughed Emma watching him, “Pixies.”
Spike got a jar of something funny colored, he put it on the bar. Got a jar of something else and went back to the bar with some kind of roll of parchment.
“This condemn me to hell will it?” asked Emma.
“I sure hope not,” stated Spike.
He rolled the parchment down on the top of the counter. Emma had lit the candles. The parchment was new, nothing on it. Spike opened the jar of dust and put it on the parchment layering it thinly. Did the same with the other jar of stuff . Then he closed them and put the jars back after.
Emma watch intently for what would happen. Nothing so far. Emma had excitement and fear inside her over the results. What would they be. [We know.]
“Alright,” said Spike, held out his hand for hers and she gave him her hand. He put some of the dust from the parchment in her hand, “When I start saying the incantation, you cut your hand,” he looked around, “I don‘t have anything to cut it with, Emma then pulled the dagger out of her sheath on her leg, “ Okay, that’s good. After you cut your palm, start letting the blood drip onto the parchment, all over it, cut good too.”
“Okay, I can do that,” stated Emma.
Spike grabbed the book and she held the knife over her hand he read the quick incantation, “Here we see the answer that we seek,” she cut her hand and let the blood drip over the parchment. The blood dripped off as water from her hand and a breeze went through the room, “Let the truth we seek of her father, leak.”
Emma pulled her hand away and it was clean of everything but a little blood. The wound healed immediately, “Whoa,” she stated.
Spike looked at the parchment putting the book down. The candles flared up and the blood in the dust started glowing, burning words into the parchment. Emma watched as well. Then two quick beams shot out and hit them Spike flew into the cabinets behind him, the glass braking. Emma landed on a table behind her, it smashing from the blow.
The name, William The Bloody wrote into the parchment and the dust burning cinders now. Spike shook his head then stood up looking at the parchment. Emma went over to it rubbing the back of her head from the blow.
“William the bloody?” asked Emma, “What, that man in the stories you told me.”
“Why didn’t I see it?” asked Spike, he looked up at her, “I’m your father.”
As soon as he said that, The whole front of the building was taken out by something.
Spike jumped over the bar and grabbed Emma to block her form the flying, debris. The five demons stood there before them, the dust settling. The candles had fallen on the floor.
Spike helped Emma up. The demons walked towards them cracking there necks. These humans were definitely demons, they turned blue.
“Oh, now I’ve got to fight the blue man group,” stated Spike, “Stay back,” he told Emma.
“No,” she said looking at him.
“Spike,” growled one, “You intrude. You keep what is ours from us. The key to eternity.”
“Come and get me,” he said blocking his daughter from them.
One went at him and Spike went to punch him but the demon was too fast. It punched him in the gut then grabbed him and tossed him over Emma. Emma had ducked, “SPIKE!!”
She stood up her eyes going yellow. “You don’t touch my father,” she growled.
A demon went towards her. Emma jumped up in a twirling motion and punched the demon in the head knocking it down killing it. She under kicked one and grabbed him then snapped his neck. One slammed her into the bar.
Spike kicked his demon off of him putting on his vampire face. He punched the demon in the face once, then again. The demon jumped up and kicked him in the head landing on all fours then jumped up. Spike quickly grabbed the demon by the neck and snapped it.
Emma had gotten out of the counter. She ducked a blow from the demon then slammed her fist into his chest and kicked him down dead. Emma back flipped up onto the unbroken part of the counter landing on all fours before the demon could get her. She leaped at it and slammed it against the wall.
The demon punched her in the stomach and she fell to the floor. Spike kicked it in the stomach punched it in the head. Got punched back. Then he grabbed it quickly by the ears and broke it’s neck. Quickly Spike turned to Emma breathing hard.
“You okay bit?” asked Spike.
Emma’s eyes went wide. Spike’s vamp face wasn’t the best face to get from your father. Emma quickly stood up and ran out of the place faster then he’d of been able to catch her. Spike’s face went back, “EMMA!” he chased.
Didn’t catch her. He stayed there for a moment looking around for Emma, “Emma.”
BUFFY was frantic, she was almost in hysterics. “Where’s Emma?!” she demanded from Angel, “I don’t know where she went.”
“We need to examine the evidence Buff, okay, Emma wouldn’t just go out on her own would she, she’s smart,” stated Xander.
“Spike, Spike took her, oh god, he took her,” said Buffy, “What am I goanna do, Spike’s a vampire?”
“Calm down Buffy,” said Alex, “Honey.”
“Emma I guess is safe with Spike,” said Buffy, “But I, I think he’s a bad influence.”
“Of course,” said Alex, “What hell could he be doing now?”
“What?” questioned Buffy.
“Don’t tell her that,” said Angel, “Buffy,” he to her, “Spike wouldn’t do anything to Emma, I know he’d keep her safe.”
“She will, be safe,” stated Conner sitting on the bar, “If she gets attacked, she’ll defend herself automatically.”
“I don’t want her to get attacked,” cried Buffy.
“Don’t worry,” said Alex, “Conner’s right, I think she’ll be able to defend herself.”
“She can defend herself,” said Spike walking in.
“Where’s Emma?’ demanded Buffy turning from Angel to Spike.
“Why didn’t you tell me she was my daughter?!” growled Spike.
“Huh?” questioned Conner, they ignored that.
“What, how did you find out?” she questioned, “Where’s Emma?”
“She ran off, I scared her,” said Spike.
“What, where did you go?!” she demanded.
“You scared her?” asked Alex getting in Spike‘s face, “What did you do you filthy demon.”
“Back off,” growled Spike.
“Good lord,” sighed Wesley.
Conner grabbed his jacket off the coat stand and went towards the door, “I’ll go track her.”
“She asked me to help her find her father, turns out from a little spell, I’m her father, and you didn’t say anything,” said Spike, “You’ve been lying to everyone.”
Alex didn’t like Spike, “Don’t talk to my wife that way.”
“She knows,” said Buffy, she looked down, she didn‘t know what to think about it.
“We fought a group of these blue demons, and she saw my vampire face got scared and ran,” said Spike.
“You did this,” Buffy punched Spike.
Blood dripped down Spike’s top lip from his nose, he just looked at Buffy. Buffy ran up the hotel stairs and Spike wiped his blood off. Spike stood up slowly having landed on his butt. Alex kicked Spike in the stomach then punched him in the face. Spike grabbed Alex and tossed him aside, his face going vamp, “Hey there, watch it little man.”
Alex looked up at Spike, “You wont ruin our lives.”
“No, I didn’t, you two were screwing up your own lives from the start, and I’m goanna be the bleedin’ better man and not fight you,” stated Spike.
“Conner should be able to track her,” said Angel as Xander went over to Alex and helped him up.
“Humans,” scoffed Spike, “No matter how old, still stupid.”
“Don’t speak about Buffy that way,” growled Alex.
“No, I mean you Dick,” said Spike, “Oh, I mean Alex,” the last part was sarcasm.
IF EMMA COULD DIE she had a death wish. Alone, she walked the darkness of the cemetery. This life she never knew. Kind of wondered about. She wiped the tears from her face, she leaned against the wall of a mausoleum. The person she’d trust, lies, lies, and more lies.
If I confronted her she’d just make up more lies. Lies to cover up the lies that Emma had found out of. The small draft blew on her moist cheeks making them colder as she stood against the mausoleum. Tears going down her cheeks no matter how much she wiped at them.
“I hear you,” she said.
Conner came out from behind a tree, “I wasn’t trying to sneak up on you.”
“Leave me alone,” she said walking away from him.
He quickly inhumanly grabbed her arm. Emma turned to him quickly, “No,” he said, “You aren’t safe in the middle of a cemetery.”
“You don’t know if I’m safe,” she sneered taking her arm away from him quickly.
“You have to go back,” said Conner, “Buffy is sorry.”
“Oh, after 16 yr. Of lies, I’m sorry, really makes it all better,” Emma growled sarcastically.
“She loves you and was trying to protect you Emma,” he said.
“Loved me enough to keep me from my dad, to deny what I am,” Emma looked, “A freak.”
“Life’s odd,” said Conner, “People lie, you should forgive her.”
“Forgive her?!” growled Emma pushing him down her eyes going yellow, her growing fangs, “Forgive her for what I am, some kind vampire like being!” She grabbed his shirt bent over him, “Look me in the face, really look, is this forgivable?!”
Conner looked her in the face he then pushed her off of him and stood up, he made it happen to his face, fangs and all, “I’ve got the same problem.”
“But did your family keep it away from you?” asked Emma, “Deny it, that kind of thing- You wouldn’t bloody understand!”
“Your mom is in hysterics Emma,” said Conner.
“And I’m sane,” she stated, “Why don’t you go on home to your little girl friend and comfort her!”
“Things will get better,” said Conner.
“Apparently not,” said Emma going up to him aggressively.
“What’s that answer supposed to mean?” asked Conner.
“Nothing,” she scoffed.
“I feel it,” he said, “You still won’t get over me.”
“Shut up.”
“I’m 34, you’re 16, when you were born I was essentially 18,” said Conner. [The age math is right now, sorry for the previous mistake.]
“So,” said Emma, “I can’t help it.”
“I’m old enough to be your father,” said Conner like she was nuts.
“So, my dad is like a hundred or older and my mum is only 41 now,” she stated.
“And this isn’t what it’s about,” said Conner, “It’s dangerous out here and your mom is at home, people were getting mean to each other.”
“Fights I don’t care, they can all kill each other, I won’t take the lies anymore,” growled Emma, “I won’t.”
“That’s understandable,” said Conner.
“Why are you here, since you don’t care about me,” said Emma.
“I care enough to come out here, pretty much trace the untraceable and fight with it,” stated Conner.
“You couldn’t find me?” asked Emma.
“I don’t understand it either,” replied Conner.
“You’re like me,” said Emma.
“And that’s good enough little lady,” said Conner.
A wind went at them quickly. Then came, those blue demons. Conner grabbed her hand, “Come on,” he said.
Conner ran her into the mausoleum and slammed the door shut, “See those out there,” he said, Emma just looked at him nuts, “Those are killers.”
“I’ve already fought those.”
“Were there that many?” asked Conner.
Emma punched him in the face, “Don’t talk to me in such a tone.”
“Me?” he questioned.
The door opened, throne open by the wind. In came the demons. Many of them. One came up behind Emma and grabbed her Emma threw her arms up and back kicked the demon. She then elbowed it in the head. It headed backwards. She turned around quickly and punched it in the head, the demon became dead immediately from the blow.
One charged Conner. Conner leaped up and flipped over the demon landed then kicking the demon in the nearest wall. His eyes turned yellow and he turned to the other demons. Two came at him He punched two in the chests. The both went down as if to bow and Conner hit them in the back of the heads, killing them as they hit the ground denting the floor’s pavement from the blow.
Emma kicked one then put her leg down and twirled around punching one in the head, she went up on one hand and kicked one in the head killing it. She went back on her legs and elbowed one coming from behind her and leapt up over the body landing behind it spinning around and kicking the demon coming at her. She grabbed one by the shirt and spun him around into a wall.
A right a left went at her head, she ducked the blows. The she pushed the demon forward and jumped up and kicked it in the head and swung her arm around and punched it killing it. The demons would drop into a puddle of water as soon as death succeeded it.
A demon was thrown down by Conner, Emma slammed her foot into it’s neck killing it. She ducked a body that turned into water above her she flipped forward landed on her feet leapt up and kicked two demons in front of her killing them. She landed gracefully and jumped up and spun around pouncing on a demon against a wall killing it and landing.
Conner slammed his fist through the head of one then turn around the opposite fist went through the chest of another. He knocked one down spun around quickly grabbing another and snapping it’s neck then punched one come at his left killing it.
Emma went at Conner and punched him in the face. He went against the wall behind him. “What the fu-” Emma then went to kick him in the head. He grabbed her leg and pulled her off her so called ‘free leg’. Emma caught herself on her hands. She pulled her leg from him got back on her feet and ducked blow then went to punch him, he blocked it.
He punched her in the stomach. “I don’t need to fight you!” he growled. Emma punched him in the face again. He pushed her down and grabbed her by the shirt and slammed her against the wall holding her there. Quickly she grabbed his face and kissed him.
Conner didn’t want to pull away. He pulled her away quickly and she punched Conner. Conner just looked at her. He then replied, kissed her hard quickly. Emma put her hands in his hair grabbing on. He put his on her thighs and picked her up she put her legs around him and he fell backwards not expecting that.
He pulled away trying to breath for a moment. Conner felt that this was right to kiss her. He rolled her over sliding his hands up her arms then he held himself up from the ground kissing her. Their emotions were rising. They started picking up each other’s heart beats immediately.
This all felt right to them. There emotions on the high. He just wanted to touch her the way she wanted to touch him. All over and vigorously. She slammed her hands on his chest rolling him over, she pushed her hands down his chest grabbing his belt quickly.
Conner grabbed her and brought her closer to him, aggressively his hands grabbing a hold of her hair, like her right hand was in his as she started to undo his belt. His left hand down her shoulder, then down her thigh and grabbed her pants belt.
WESLEY WAS examining his books on the lobby bar. Buffy was pacing the room. “Is Conner going to be able to find her?”
Wesley who seemed busy looking through his papers looked up to her, “The same as I said that last 3 times you asked.”
“I know, but do you, really, really, think he’ll be able to find her?” asked Buffy.
“Of course, Conner is the best tracker here,” said Wesley, “Now if you don’t mind-”
“Do you think she’s hurt?” asked Buffy.
“I’m trying to work Buffy,” Wesley said angrily and firmly.
“Sorry,” said Buffy, she sat down on the purple thing, “I’m just so afraid, she’s gone.”
Wesley went over to Buffy grabbed her hand and walked her into Angel’s office, “He’s afraid for you too.”
Wesley shut the door and headed back to his work. Angel was sitting at his desk looking at a map, “Buffy,” he said looking up.
“What if she’s dead,” said Buffy.
“By the sound of things, Emma will be hard to kill,” said Angel.
“I’m so scared,” said Buffy.
“I’m looking at the map of L.A. and I can’t really tell you where I’d think she’d go,” stated Angel.
“I don’t know her, I don’t know my own little baby,” sobbed Buffy.
Angel went over to her as she spoke, he grabbed her shoulders, “She’s not a baby Buffy, you know that. Would you want to have secrets like that kept from you.”
“I know,” said Buffy.
Wesley walked into the room, “I think I’ve found something.”
“Emma?” asked Buffy.
“I don’t think so, I’m still looking in on the evidence,” stated Wesley.
“What did you find?” asked Angel.
“Alright,” said Wesley, “The cult that consists of slayers, seeking immortality, there’s a spell. Where they use the blood of the immortal chosen and-”
“A whole deal,” said Angel.
“We shouldn’t be looking on this, we should be finding out what has happened to my daughter,” growled Buffy.
EMMA WOKE UP NEXT TO CONNER. They woke up the mausoleum naked on top of a stone coffin thingy. The light of day shined through the dust windows on the them. Lay, their clothes draped over them. She looked around her a little confused, she pushed herself up and looked down a him.
“34 year olds are pros,” she smiled.
“I just committed a major crime,” said Conner looking her in the eyes.
“Multiple times,” she giggled.
Conner closed his eyes like he was stressed. She took a breath, “You’re sad?”
“I’m 34, you’re 16,” stated Conner.
“Almost 17,” she said.
“Miner, I hardly know you,” said Conner.
“And you still have seen me naked,” teased Emma biting her bottom lip after she stopped speaking.
“Stop talking about it, put your clothes on, I’m taking you back to the Hotel,” said Conner.
Emma looked at him like a hurt puppy, “You don’t like me?”
“This wasn’t right,” said Conner sitting up
Emma leaned in and kissed him. Conner pulled away quickly after a moment. Emma put her hands on his cheeks looking at him intently for a long moment. They looked at each other like they were being drawn to kiss again. Conner pulled away again.
“You feel it there,” she said.
“Get your clothes on,” he said.
“Don’t you understand,” said Emma, “Something’s there.”
“Get your clothes on,” he growled.
Emma got off him and Conner leaned back and looked up the ceiling as she put her clothes on, he heard her doing so. Then he had his pants thrown at his face. Conner caught them. Emma went for the door.
“Wait for me,” said Conner sitting up and sliding his pants.
“Why?” she asked standing before him turning her shirt from inside out, she wore a black bra.
He went towards her, “We have to think up a story.”
“They don’t need to know that I lost my virginity to a 34 yr. Old man,” she stated sarcastically looking at him, then going to put her shirt on.
“You were a virgin?” asked Conner.
“Not all of us are old,” she said pulling the shirt over her head.
“I found you this morning, you were walking around on the streets,” said Conner.
“Really thrilling,” she said going over to her shoes.
“Okay,” he said picking up his shirt, “That’s the end of this.”
“The end of it,” she sneered.
“Yes exactly, we forget this ever happened, it never did,” said Conner.
“That’s not what your heart is telling you,” stated Emma.
“No,” said Conner, “I don’t like you that way, you’re a child to me.”
Emma looked at him harshly tying her shoes. “Really,” she said standing up, “If that was true,” she got up to him, very close, “Why can I do this,” quickly she kissed him and they kept kissing for a moment till he pulled away quickly and disgusted. “You like it,” she stated, “Don’t deny it, I can smell you.”
“Well yeah, I can smell you too,” he said standing there putting his belt on the rest of the way.
“No, I can smell it, your liking, we pick up things others would never, and you think I don’t when you do, my pheromones intoxicate you,” she stated.
“But I have enough of a mind not listen to them,” he sneered.
“I know you’re old, but you don’t look it, you don’t feel it,” said Emma, “You’re not mature enough.”
“I’m just fine in my maturity,” sneered Conner, “That’s why I’m taking you back.”
“No,” stated Emma.
Conner grabbed his shirt off the floor, “Come on,” he demanded going to the door.
BUFFY WAS pacing the lobby. She didn’t sleep, coffee was her friend. Alex was worried about her as he watched her, “Buffy, Emma will come back, don’t worry, you’re her mother and she wouldn’t just not come back.”
“I can believe that,” said Buffy, “Things are really complicated now.”
“Of course baby,” said Alex, he put his arms on her shoulders, “I’ll be able to keep you safe, and I’ll be with you all the way.”
Conner brought her in by the arm, “I found her walking around in a cemetery.”
Buffy went to Emma and grabbed her by the arms, “Do you think you can just run around out there, do you have a damn death wish!” she scolded, “I was afraid you were dead.” Emma just looked at her. Buffy kept talking, “I’m so sorry, life is going to fix, okay, we’re going to fix it.”
“Lies, lies, lies, don’t fix anything you bleedin’ fool,” stated Emma.
“That’s not nice,” scolded Xander next to the bar.
Spike folded his arms, “Em has a point.”
“Stay out of it,” growled Alex to Spike.
“He’s a vampire, I’m part of some kind of demon,” snarled Emma looking down at Buffy.
“I wish I could of some how told you but I wanted your life to be-”
“A lie, a great big fuc-”
“Don’t use that language,” started Buffy.
“You don’t get to tell me what,” said Emma, “You’ve lied, more lies just to come.”
“You don’t hate me, things will get better-”
“You know what, mummy,” she growled, “With my whole, hybrid, half demon, black little heart I hate you so-”
Buffy slapped her, hurt Emma’s lip, “Take that back,” stated Buffy. The cut from the smack healed, Emma just looked at her, Buffy back. “Oh Emma baby, I’m so, so-”
“Shut up,” sneered Emma, “Sorry doesn’t make up for 16yr. Of lies.”
“Listen to her,” said Alex, to Emma, “Buffy is sorry.”
Emma’s eyes went yellow with anger. The doors of the hotel blew open. Emma didn’t do it, one she didn’t have the power to. Loud roars came into the Lobby as those blue demons came in. blue stuck to the floor, like paint. They came towards them.
One said, “Let us take the chosen. It’s not yours.”
“What chosen?” questioned Angel.
“Emma and Conner,” said Wesley, “They need them.”
Emma looked towards the demons. Emma ducked a blow from one demon then another blue and in the process back flipped landing on her feet she leapt up and kicked the demon in the head then spun around and pushed it down and punched another in the head. She went up on one hand and flipped over a demon landed behind and kicked it in the knees making it go down and she quickly, very quickly grabbed it’s head and snapped it’s neck.
Conner punched one down then kicked it across the face. One demon waved his hand and The others before any of them could reach the weapons cabinet was thrown down against the ground. “Emma,” yelled Buffy.
Emma ignored it caring on her demon carnage. One came at her, she kicked him across the face. She ran at one then leapt on it and flipped off of him and spun around punching two. One bit her in the arm and she ripped away and punched through it’s stomach with her left hand. Quickly she pulled away, she elbowed the one behind her and started getting dizzy.
She shook it off. She flung her arms out and punched two in the heads killing them. Emma fell down on her knees dizzily.
“EMMA!!” cried Buffy. The gang was all trying to free themselves of whatever was holding them down.
Conner snapped ones neck, then upper handed one and snapped his neck. He turned around quickly as one bit into his throat. Conner went down. He tried get up but they dragged him out the door by the legs. Emma was picked up and carried out.
The power holding the gang to the wall let go and they went down on their knees. Buffy started crying for Emma laying down on the ground. Wesley went over to his books, “If things go the way they want it,” he stated, “We’ll have some powerful, evil slayers on our hands.”
Xander went to Buffy’s side, so did Alex. Spike stood up and looked at them. “We need to get Conner back,” said Angel, “And Emma.”
Buffy gripped onto Alex not letting go fearing for her daughter’s life with every inch of herself. Every bit of her. Alex held onto her trying to comfort her, “Try to find out what going on, fast,” said Alex.
“I’ll track them,” said Spike grabbing his coat and going to door. The floor was wet and the water wasn’t going anywhere from the dead demons either. “I’ll come back when I find them.”
Buffy felt like she couldn’t scream. Emma gone from her, this was worse, and slayers, to do such.
EMMA AND CONNER were thrown onto the floor of a chamber, markings everywhere. Curvy lines that meant something, that was in plain visibility. There was belts and chains on the ground. Like to hold someone. A slayer grabbed Conner and in his dazed stated he was taken to the spot on the left.
The slayer bolted the shackles. On his legs, on his wrists. Confused was his state of thought, no idea of anything going on around him. Then a strap was put around his wrists and throat, and middle section. Another slayer brought a box and laid his hands down flat and quickly took out a nail the size of a railroad spikes and put it in the middle of his palm.
Emma was being put down that way to, shackled, strapped. A nail was fitted into her palm as well and it hit her immediately in her daze what was going to happen. Conner had let out a yell from the pain that was caused by the thing being placed into his hands. Emma let out a yell from the pain.
“Just to make sure you don’t try to get out,” laughed the Slayer tying the cloak she wore the rest of the way and putting the top over her head.
Blood dripped out of their palms on the floor. Emma was crying from the pain. One Slayer entered the room. Other slayers started to join into the room. Each one wore a cloak. Black. They filled in quickly. One stood in between Emma and Conner, no doubt the leader.
“We witness, brought before us, by our minions, the great vessels, our key to eternity, here,” she laughed, “Tonight 12:00, mid night, we will become immortal, and for all the world to see!”
The other slayers standing around the circle that went around Emma and Conner cheered aggressively. Emma and Conner could move their hands, they were still dazed as well. Like people on drugs that didn’t make them feel good, actually made them feel terrible.
“We will be all powerful,” sighed the leader looking down at Conner and Emma, her eyes black with that evil look to them.
WESLEY STOOD BEFORE THEM. “The ritual is preformed to ensure immortality to the slayers,” said Wesley.
“Tell us something we don’t know please,” said Alex.
“Well it’ll be fully preformed at 12:00 midnight,” stated Wesley, “Emma and Conner are to be shackled, strapped down on the floor in a sacred Celtic circle of pagans and their blood must be used on the leader of the slayers, that they’ve chosen. There’s a vampire sacrifice. And-”
“Spike,” stated Buffy immediately, “ Spike, he followed them.”
“Buffy,” said Angel, “We can save Spike before then.”
Buffy sighed, Alex looked to Wesley, “Where?”
“Key question,” stated Xander, “I’ve been helping Wesley here, key question.”
“What places are of pagan rituals, Celtic in particular?” asked Wesley.
“I thought Celtics were Catholic,” said Alex.
“It’s by choice,” said Wesley.
“I don’t need to know their damn religion, I need to know where my baby is,” stated Buffy.
The floor was covered in water, covered, ankle deep but for some reason no one was acting like they new.
“Pagan rituals, where?” asked Wesley.
“For god’s sake Wesley,” stated Angel, “We’re in California.”
“Needle in a hay stack,” said Xander, “Exactly.”
“Tracking spell,” suggested Alex.
“We can get on that,” said Wesley, “But we should know a little more about where, so we can be prepared.”
“Then find out more about where,” stated Buffy.
NIGHT drifted onto the city. Hours passed through their hands. They needed the hrs. The slayers were down on their knees, heads bowed all day, chanting. Some ancient language, chanting, a faint sound in the room.
Midnight was going to come onto the place. Things were flashing in bright white lights for a moment then stopped. Water flowed through the place like a large dam had been let loose. But there was a flash and it was as if it hadn’t happened at all. It hadn’t ’really’ happened.
The blood from Conner and Emma’s hands was starting to dry. The moon was all that lit the place, a full moon coming through the sky light window in the ceiling. Shining down on them. Emma and Conner were still dazed. The lead slayer stood up, “Bring forth the closer.”
A slayer walked through the crowd from one side with a box. Another on the other side. They laid the boxes down, one next to Conner and one next to Emma. The Slayer’s opened the box and then pulled out a needle, big one and some thick thread in it.
“No,” gasped Emma pulled at the leg part of the shackles.
Conner looked at the nails and used his fingers trying to pull them out quickly before the slayers started doing what they wanted. More slayers came. 4, two to hold down Emma’s head as the needle and thread was put into her struggling face, on her mouth, to sow it shut. Two to do the same with Conner. Emma was crying and trying to scream through her lips.
That pain was so much. Buffy, Xander, Alex, Wesley, and Angel ran into the room. As soon as the threading, sowing shut of their mouths was finished. “Hold them,” said the lead Slayer.
Some of the slayers quickly went to their own rescue. They caught the group up quickly. The struggling didn’t stop them. Emma was crying screaming through her closed mouth. Conner was crying to. Who wouldn’t at a time like that.
Spike was then dragged into the room. Conner had had the same done to his mouth. The slayers kept up their chanting. Buffy and the gang wouldn’t of been allowed to interrupt. Water flowed in again like before. The water covering everyone’s feet. Going over the top of Emma, she couldn’t breath and was cold. But that hadn’t happened.
The lead slayer put her hands in their blood and pulled off her hood and wiped her white cheeks with the blood and her chest going down to where the cloak started. One gave her a stake. The gang had had there mouths clamped shut. Spike tried to struggle from their grasps.
The slayers chanted loudly, they got off their knees and started throwing their hands into the air in riot, glory for achievement. And the leader then staked Spike. Emma screamed through her mouth. She couldn’t move it.
Air flowed through the room quickly. Things out of place all over. Things becoming destroyed by the windows force. The earth shook. The slayer put our her hands.
Emma’s eyes went yellow and she quickly yanked one arm loose from the shackles. She became quicker the a slayer and pulled her legs out and her stitches were bleeding as she bit her tongue while pulling out the nail. Her second hand had been free. The evil slayers hadn’t done anything about Emma at first.
Emma put her bleeding hands over her mouth and her muffled screams became louder as blood dripped from between her fingers. Her screams had become no longer muffled. The blood started going back in her hands and she pulled her hands off the blood and wounds disappearing. Emma then punched the leader in the head killing her.
Conner pulled at the shackles, and then undid his legs his eyes yellow. Emma slammed her hand through one slayers head. Then through another’s chest. Conner let out the kind of yell he had spitting blood on the ground. Then he was healed.
Conner grabbed one of the slayers and broke her neck. Some wanted to fight, other’s run. Water was knee deep on the floor. But the water hadn’t been there before and it was raining down from the ceiling as they fought.
Emma threw one across the room. She ducked the blow of two then elbowed one going at her from behind then punched one come at her from in front and kicked one in the stomach then punched her in the throat killing her.
Suddenly the water wasn’t knee deep anymore as they fought. Buffy and the gang wasn’t there anymore. Like they’d left. The room had become dark as the water was just up to their ankles. The water was freezing cold. Conner punched one in the head killing her. Then he faded away.
Emma kicked one upside the head then spun around and kicked one down. She was punched in the face then she upper handed the slayer killing her and back flipped in the dripping water backwards soaked landing on her feet. And she did it again landing on another slayer killing her. Slayers fighting each other.
Emma grabbed two by the heads and slammed them together killing them. The water had blood in it. Emma looked down at her hands seeing blood on them. She was shoved into a wall. Emma swung her legs up and smashed that slayers head. She landed and flipped forward then when she was back on her feet she punched one in the chest.
She stood up she looked around her not sure what to do next, things were confusing kind of swirling. She looked around. Punched one, kicked another. Jumped up and kicked one down and put her under the water then grabbed up one of those nails and slammed it into that one’s head. Another one came at her and she grabbed it by the neck and snapped it.
Everything was dry, bodies littered the floor. Conner went over to Emma breathing hard, “Are you alright?”
Buffy looked at Emma relieved, “You’re okay now honey.”
“Lets go home,” said Angel wiping his bloody nose.
“Well suggested,” said Alex.
“Spike’s dead,” answered Emma, “He left,” she looked up, “He went away.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll find him,” smiled Buffy.
“He left because-” started Emma.
“Lets go back to the hotel,” stated Conner putting his hand on her shoulder.
“Okay,” she said looking down.
LIFE sunk in real deep for Emma. She knew what was going on. She knew everything. She knew something had to happen. Things, could they really only get better?
Emma had a feeling, a feeling that she knew her calling. Something that had to be done. She had to let things rest with her mother. She had to.
Buffy laid down to go to bed. Alex laid down next to her sleeping. Emma had been in Buffy’s bathroom waiting to confront her. Buffy didn’t hear Emma, didn’t know she was in there till the light flipped on.
Buffy sat up, “Emma, baby.” Emma didn’t speak, “ I’m sorry, I want you to forgive me, I need you to, please baby. You know everything, you know that I was.”
“Trying to give me a good life,” she sighed, “Sorry, I killed all those slayers. It wasn’t you.”
Buffy stood up and went to her. “I love you, so much, my miracle.”
Emma looked at her in her own broken way. “Things change.”
“I know, and I think we can make it for the best, you have me, I know,” she sighed, “Spike‘s gone, but Alex has been trying to be your father-”
“Not what I meant,” sighed Emma looking Buffy in the eyes.
“What did you mean?” asked Buffy, every bit of her sympathetic for her little girl.
“You’re drowning me, and I’m cold, and I can’t breath,” she stated her eyes going wide.
“I’m sorry, I’ll stop,” Buffy got teary, “I won’t drown you, no more, you just have to, be careful. I want things to change, be good,” she looked over to Alex who’s eyes were wide opened, and he showed no sign of life, Buffy stood up and went towards her, “I want you to forgive me,” she looked at her, “Things can only get better.”
“There’s a way,” she said, Buffy hugging her tight to her.
Suddenly, Emma punched Buffy in the face. Buffy fell onto her bed. Buffy stood up and Emma kicked her across the face then slammed her head into the knight stand. Blood dripped down Buffy’s face, things were blurred for the Slayer.
Buffy became more alert and put her hands up trying to stop Emma. Emma grabbed her hands and broke them on contact She grabbed Buffy by the hair and dragged her into the bathroom. The bath water was running on cold. Emma picked her up and tossed into the bath tub getting wet, water going out on the floor.
She tried to get out but was unable. Cause, Emma held her down in the water, “You’re drowning now, and your cold,” she sneered.
Emma held Buffy down. Buffy struggled for trying to get out. Buffy punched Emma. Emma pulled off but grabbed her and put her back under the water. Emma’s rage was hitting the top. She felt it throbbing on her skull. The cold water made it nice.
“No more lies, no more cold, no more drowning,” sneered Emma, “I’m not drowning for you, no more.”
Buffy slowly stopped struggling. She slowly stopped Emma looked at her angrily. Buffy’s lungs full of water. Cold rushing through her body, she couldn’t breath, she just began to look up at Emma, till that looking up was from nothing more then a shell. The beating stopped, that ignorant throbbing.
Buffy’s hazel eyes in their own blank stare, no judgment in them. Emma still looked down at her, water spilling out on the floor as she held on. Emma pulled away quickly she fell back against the sink and spit up water, that she hadn’t ingested. She gasped for air looking up at the bright bathroom light dazed-
EMMA STARTED COUGHING. [NORMAL] She lay on the cold icy floor of the chamber coughing up water laying on her side. Shaking. She opened her eyes to see Conner above her. Conner took his jacket off and put it on her trying to warm her up.
“So….C…C.. cold,” she trembled.
Conner picked up Emma in his arms. Emma’s insides were trembling with the cold. Coldness that wouldn’t go away. Made her confused. Conner took her and walked her out of the chamber holding her tight to him. She gripped on to him tightly.
LILAH in her coma. Her heart monitor worked perfectly fine. The green monitor line went up and down, then went straight. There was peeping sound coming from it, an alarm.
WESLEY sat at his comrade’s side. Watching the monitor, waiting. He felt his fallen friend would wake instantly and he would be about to tell Gunn everything. Instantly. The green little monitoring line went straight.
Wesley’s eyes went wide. He stood up, “Gunn,” the alarm sounded, Wesley started shaking his comatose friend, “GUNN, DON’T DIE, GUNN!!” he yelled, “COME BACK, DON’T GO!!”
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