Hollow.

Los Angeles, California;

April 2046:

"Okay I get it, your evil, get new lines already," a brunette girl, around seventeen, maybe her early twenties said as she held a stake in her left hand, poised to strike. In front of her was a rather outdated looking man, mid twenties with blonde spiky hair and a distorted face which was bumpy and gold eyes and fangs shinned in the moonlight.

"Die slayer!" the vampire snarled and the girl rolled green eyes which seemed almost black in the right light and with her ever changing emotions. at other times they shinned a bright green.

"Not a Slayer," she said with a shrug before lunging forward with a stomach kick and using speed she'd inherited through her father and mother to spin and slam the stake into the unsuspecting vampires heart. with a look of surprise he burst into dust and she sighed. Running a tanned olive toned hand through her long curly dark hair, a shade lighter then black but rather dark for brown. She wore dark skinny jeans, a pair of high boots, a black top and black jean jacket over that to keep her from the nights chilly air. though truth be told she didn't feel the cold the same way a human did. Sometimes she still got cold, and tonight was a particularly chilly night, for late April.

"Cousin." A happy voice broke through her thoughts. The dark girl turned quickly, her stake raised at first but upon seeing the blonde hair and blue eyes she lowered her stake.

"Daria, what are you doing out here?" she asked. Daria was her Aunt Dawn's youngest daughter, still a baby compared to the rest of the family at Nineteen years old. Ariana was the oldest in the family besides her brother Connor who was oddly enough her uncle as well, and Daria's father. Though you'd never guess Ari was the oldest since she looked rather young. Truth be told she was thirty-eight years old but had stopped aging between the ages of seventeen and twenty-one. No one was totally sure when but they knew it was in this time period.

Ariana Joyce O'Callaghan was born on April 5th, 2008 to Buffy Anne O'Callaghan nee Summers and Angelus 'Angel' Liam O'Callaghan. Her mother was a Vampire Slayer, the oldest to live in the history of Slayers, making it till she was forty-seven before she was killed by a particularly nasty demon. Her father was a vampire with a soul, he had shansued when Ari was thirteen years old - thankfully her mother had aged gracefully or she'd never have forgiven her father for looking like he was still in his twenties while she was forty some years old. In that time she'd gained three siblings, sadly her mother died while they were still young.

Her siblings; Kathleen, Colleen and Liam were all twenty-four, twenty-two, and twenty-one respectively. Colleen was an actual Slayer, while the other two had heightened senses, and were slightly stronger then the average human being the son and daughter of a Slayer. They were trained to defend themselves but only Colleen actually patrolled regularly. Because Ari had been born when their father had been an vampire she was different, similar to her brother, Connor, but still very different from even him.

She didn't know if the Powers had done it on purpose but she had been born with her own demon, much like her father. That was the main reason she preferred to be called Ari, Ariana was her demon or what it had claimed as its own name from birth. They had not even realized she had a demon, despite her aversion to sunlight, crosses and holy water; Her need for blood ever month, at least once or twice and her slower heartbeat and slightly cooler temperature then a human should have. The signs had been ignored, and questions never asked that should have been asked. They had simply thought she'd taken more after her father and while they were right they had not realized to what extent until Wolfram and Hart sent a shaman after them and released her soul from her body. At first they'd thought she was simply dead until they realized she was very much awake, and alive. The fact she could move without her soul meant only one thing, a demon was animating her body and the only way that could be was if she had been turned into a vampire or if she'd been born with it.

She would never forget the look of hurt and pain on her father and mother's faces for the rest of her life. Her worst regret was she had never gotten to tell her mother she was sorry, that she loved her one last time. Telling it to a grave eleven years latter wasn't nearly the same. As it was, it had taken almost eleven years for her family to hunt down an orb of thessulah and return her soul, by then she'd reeked havoc over the world and ruined a lot of lives. Unfortunately her curse was the same as her father's had been so the happiness clause was still in effect for her. Rowan, Willow and Kennedy's oldest daughter had tried to rewrite the curse to exclude it but it wouldn't work. Ari figured this was the Powers punishment for her past deeds. Even she knew she was a bitch while evil, her childer knew it as well.

"What, I can't come find my favorite cousin/aunt?" Daria asked sweetly. Ari raised an eyebrow, it wasn't unlike Daria to make things complicated. Daria like she'd mentioned was the youngest of her Aunt Dawn's children. Older then her were Melissa, Logan, Alyssa and Devin.

"Not when you wonder around without a weapon," Ari replied shortly before stuffing hers into her waist band and holding out a hand towards Daria. Daria happily took the offered hand and the two walked along, even though it might seem odd to see two pretty girls holding hands in a cemetery, the darker of the two seemingly pulling the other along almost like a scolded child. It really wasn't so odd, Daria had always favored Ari, almost to the point of hero worship when she was younger. Thankfully she'd grown out of that, she was simply the outgoing, carefree one of her family.

"Slow down Ari!" Daria yelped. Ari stopped short, turning as the sound of a twig snapping reached her ears again, and Daria turned in the direction as well. Though Dawn and Connor's children were not as strong or sensitive as a Slayer's child or vampire's they were a bit stronger, and faster then a normal human. They couldn't do the sort of things Connor or Ari could do, or a Slayer for that matter, but they weren't as defenseless as a human either. Daria just so happened to have the best hearing of her siblings.

"What was that?" Ari put a finger to her lips as she let go of Daria's hand. Something wasn't right. Something was wrong, she could feel it in her gut. turning slowly, her eyes dilating a bit as she strained to see deeper into the darkness she tried to figure out what had made the snapping sound.

"It's been a while lover." Ari heard Daria gasp and she spun around, coming face to face with a man she had longed to see for years but knew contact would only end in blood and heartbreak. Aiden was her childe, but before that he'd been her friend, she'd grown up with him, loved him for years. Ariana, her demon, hated him for that but saw potential in him and wanted a family of sorts. She had no intention to roam alone for eternity but the problem remained her demon had not been sure she'd have the power to turn humans to vampires since she was not completely vampiric in nature.

Aiden had been her guinea pig of sorts, and thankfully, at least sort of, it had worked. Aiden was the first vampire to be sired by a hybrid vampire. He was gorgeous, almost inhumanly with his light blue eyes which almost seemed whitish/silver at times and deep black hair which was slightly messy. He was of course tall, 6'0 but wasn't built big, but wasn't scrawny either. He had a body a swimmer would be jealous of, but he wasn't a swimmer, he was a fighter. Martial Arts had been an interest of Aiden McKenna before he was turned, it was where she had met him. Behind his smirking visage was a shaman, and she'd seen enough shamans to know what one looked like. Thankfully he didn't seem to have anything to indicate her soul was in danger but the fact Aiden was here after nearly ten years of silence worried her.

"Aiden," she said, her voice neutral in tone. Her eyes told a story of pain though and she knew Aiden saw it since his smirk grew more devilish. He had learned his skills from the best after all, and Ariana did consider herself the best in ways.

"Have you met my friend here?" Aiden grinned at his sire. "I don't know his name personally, he's just the help, but uh you might want to hold on tight sire," he said laughing and Ari turned to Daria who had frozen with wide blue eyes. She dug out her stake, and prayed Daria could run fast enough to safety as she forced the stake into her cousin/nieces hands.

"Daria, take this and run. Run until you get home and let everyone else know what's going on," she told Daria as quickly as she could before turning back to Aiden and the Shaman who was chanting behind her childe. She let out a small sigh as she heard Daria get farther away with each moment that passed.

"Where's Elijah and Ella?" she asked as she walked closer, surveying Aiden like prey. He shrugged. "Micah?"

"Around," he answered. Elijah and Ella were twins they'd come across in Moscow, Russia only two years into their travels. Elijah had struck her fancy and Ella became Aiden's knew obsession. The twins had joined their family of sorts the same year, many months latter. Ella was a bit of a lone sheep though, after Aiden rejected her she'd gone away on her own and came home a year latter with her own childe and lover, Micah. Ariana hadn't been amused at the new addition without her consent but the childe had grown on her and Ella was one of her boys' favorites so she let it go.

"What's this all about?" she finally asked, tired of this game they had begun. She turned an eye to the Shaman to find him chanting faster, harder and glowing.

"Just some friendly shenanigans, maybe a favor," he said shrugging as if it was nothing.

"Favor to whom?" Aiden smirked, his eyes bright.

"Ah ah ah now sire that's not fair, you've already asked enough questions." With that Aiden struck with his fist but she was able to avoid it by bending backwards. As she straightened up she avoided a leg sweep but jumping and leaned to the side to avoid another jab from Aiden. She no longer had a stake, and she didn't know if she'd be able to kill her own childer even if she had one, especially not one she had feelings for but then she'd grown to love Elijah too. It was a strange love triangle or 'something' triangle since everyone was so fond to believe soulless vampires couldn't love.

She was her mother's daughter in that way, but then her own father had never been able to kill his childe and grandchilde, even if he had killed his sire that had been personal. Buffy had meant a lot more to him then Darla had in one hundred and fifty years. Not to say that her father had not mourned the lost, more so his demon then his soul but still, Darla was still his sire. Suddenly Ari felt a shift in the air and as she twisted Aiden's arm around she noticed the shaman was looking straight at her and then Aiden pulled away after a swift punch into her stomach and then the light built up in the Shamans hands was headed right at her. She was to shocked to move and then she felt like she was falling.

xXx

She didn't realize she had landed wherever it was until she smelt the salt water filled air and felt the sand underneath her. She seemed to have landed close to the beach, the pier maybe? From the view she was getting she already knew where she was, LA, but hadn't she been in a LA cemetery before this? Slowly she got to her knees but did not rise to her feet as she heard a conversation between two very familiar voices.

"Some day you'll learn the truth - and you'll hate yourself. Don't. It's not your fault." Ari turned in that direction and holds back a gasp at what she sees. Connor, and some auburn haired woman and the voice from the makeshift coffin was definitely her father. She watches as the auburn haired woman looks over at Connor and then down at where she suspects Angel is. She vaguely remembers this from bedtime stories she was told. Connor had sunk him to the bottom of the ocean, this must have been the day but that meant it was...late 2001 or 2002? "I don't blame you."

She was more sure then ever that was her father, he'd said something almost word for word after she'd lost her soul over a decade ago. He'd been her rock after she'd come back from it, without him she'd probably have killed herself from the grief and guilt.

'Goddammit Aiden.' She thought with anger, how dare he do this to her! She knew enough about time travel to know it was dangerous and there was never a guarantee you'd get home again. Thankfully there was no way to change the past, it simply created a new timeline, an alternate reality alongside the one you came from. Well there was a way to change the past but it was involved and very heavy Black magics. Nothing the shaman could have done, and Aiden was no idiot. If she messed up her birth or something then he'd never have been turned and it would simply be a endless paradox.

"Liar!" Connor yelled.

"Listen to me. I love you! Never forget that." Ari knew she should help him, but she didn't know what she could do. Connor was able to beat her in the future and she didn't know how he fought at this point in his life. She knew enough to know he was erratic and lost at this period in his life but she also knew she faced a tough decision. She could help him or not, but she knew she had to reveal herself and soon. The question was what to reveal? She also knew the redhead, Justine was her name, Ari thought she needed to be taken care of. She had set her brother and her father up against each other and Ari was very protective of those she loved. She was a lot like her mother and father when she had a soul but she also had a line that shouldn't be crossed and she knew instantly she planed to kill Justine when this was all over.

Silently Ari watched as Connor and Justine got up to pick up the lid of the coffin.

"Connor? Connor, never forget that I'm your father and that I love you." Tears welled in Ari's eyes. Suddenly she couldn't take it anymore and as Justine and Connor started to lower the lid in place she stands and is practically a blur as she races to the area feet in front of her.

"Wait!" she yelled and out on the water Justine and Connor turn to her, Connor with anger and Justine shocked.

"Connor? Con..." Angel's voice is cut off as the lid comes down. Connor looks down through the wire-mesh glass window at Angel's face, then he and Justine slide the two rods that lock the lid in place into their channels, and Justine welds them into place, while Connor keeps looking at Angel.

"Who are you," Connor asks as he glances back around at the mysterious girl whom he admits looks oddly familiar and is very pretty. Justine looks at Connor in question.

"Connor listen to Angel, don't do this!" she yells knowing he'd hear her. Justine bristles, wondering who this girl was and if they'd have to kill her to shut her up.

"No," he mutters and he nods at Justine and they move to one end of the coffin and push it off the back of the boat. Connor and Justine watch as the casket floats for a moment, then one end dips down and the casket sinks straight down leaving behind a small trail of bubbles.

Connor looks over at Justine, then back at the spot where the casket went down. The engine of the boat revs up. Connor stays at the stern, watching, as the boat pulls away into the night. Ari sighs as the boat approaches, angry at herself for not being able to help further.

"Who are you?" Connor asks again as he exits the boat with Justine. He can sense something not human about the girl but he also didn't get the feeling he got around most vampires and demons. It was similar to vampires though. As he got closer he noticed her eyes were not black like he'd thought but a brilliant green which seemed darker with her emotions, anger, guilt. They reminded him of his eyes, and Angel's.

"My name is Ariana O'Callaghan...I'm from over forty years into the future," she said impassively and then smirked. "I'm your sister."

Connor's expression was priceless. His blue eyes got big, almost like they wanted to pop out of his sockets and Justine stood beside him and seemed to have stopped breathing and gone into shock. She laughed almost mockingly, almost to similar to Ariana that she stopped short and shook her head.

"I prefer Ari though." Connor surveyed the girl. She did resemble him a little; Her hair was a similar color, only darker then his was and her eyes if blue would have been similar, though more almond shaped then his were. Her brow was also similar but more feminine, not as big. Otherwise she looked a lot like someone he was sure he'd seen before, in a picture maybe? It was in the color of her eyes, the tilt of her straight nose and mouth, her facial shape and petite yet curvy body. She also seemed to have height on her side, about 5'9 but half of that could have been the high boots she had on.

"I don't have a sister, it's not possible." Ari smiled slightly, barely noticeable to those who didn't know her or were not paying enough attention.

"Maybe not now Connor, but you will in a few years. My mother is Buffy Summers, you might have heard of her," she said. Justine gasped and Connor numbly nodded.

"Where's my proof?"

"Besides the fact that I know you just made a huge mistake? I don't have anything but my word, and looks. Lorne would be able to tell as well."

"I didn't make a mistake," Connor says coldly. "Angelus killed my father."

"Holtz is not your father," she answered, equally as cold. "Angel is and he didn't kill Holtz, Justine did." Connor's eyes widened.

"I don't believe you." Ari sighed.

"Fine don't, just...help me get dad back..."

"No!" Ari looked at him shocked, and then gritted her teeth.

"Look Connor you're my big brother, but right now I am far older then you so you will help..." She didn't finish though as Connor slugged her across the face sending her to the ground before glaring at her. Ari looks up at him with shock written over her face, her eyes wide.

"Don't get in my way Ariana," he spat before running off.

"It's Ari!" she yelled, before turning her attentions to Justine who was backing away, turning to run. She glared and stood quickly and used her speed to get in front of the now frightened woman.

"Where do you think you're going red?" she asked and Justine gulped, stepping back.

"Home..." Ari shook her head, wagging a finger at her as if scolding a child.

"Na ah uh, not right now. You and I have a score to settle." With that she knocked the woman out and scooped her up into her arms. She turned back to the sea and sighed.

"I'll come back dad, I promise." Then she was gone into the night.

xXx

After finding an abandoned warehouse to crash at, and securing Justine for when she returned, she once again exited into the night. For a moment she thought better of her decision, but decided against it a moment latter and continued on to the Hyperion. It was like the back of her hand how well she knew her way, the streets so familiar and the building that towered over her once she got to the hotel.

She wondered if Connor was back? She wondered if they would believe her? She didn't even know if she'd ever get home much less if Lorne would be able to read her. Slowly she moved towards the steps but just as she was going to go up the first one she heard the movement behind her and turned just in time to spot blue eyes and take a metal baseball bat to the temple. Her last thought was that it was good she was more vampire then human or that would have killed her.

Then she saw black.

"I don't know if you're telling the truth or not Ariana," Connor said as he dropped the bat and picked the now limp brunette up into his arms bridal style. He could follow her scent trail back to where she was staying since it was fairly fresh still. "But I can't let you help Angelus."

A/N: Well here is the first chapter of my story, I hope you guys like it. Tell me what ya'll think! Graphics for the story will be on my profile shortly.