Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel: the Series. I do own who you don't recognize.
A/N: There's an exceptionally large count of slashy and femslashy pairs; Angel is Spike's sire.
Chapter One: Syn and Dawn
Los Angeles, California:
There was rain. Not as heavy as it had started, because it had all but ground to a screeching halt. The floodgates of heaven were quickly being slammed and things were dying all over the place. When a sharp clatter ended the cacophany of screeches, howls, and roars, the alley was silent.
There were only three people standing. A petit woman in crimson body armor, and two men, convered from head to toe in blood, some of it theirs, but most of it not. The first man, taller and broader than the other, was leaning against the wall, eyes closed and panting softly, though he lacked the necessity to breathe.
The smaller, bleach blond male was using the taller man as a steadying post, with his head leant on his shoulder.
"We should clean this. The humans will see someth-" the blue-haired femme stopped mid-sentence as, with an impressive whoosh-ing noise, the carcasses of their foes disentegrated. There was only one body left. That of one Charles Gunn. Ilyria picked him up and strode to her comrades. "Should we... inform his family?" she asked, looking to the dark male.
"He doesn't have any family," Angel said, slowly running his hand over the back of his childe's neck, calming Spike's nerves as well as his own. "They died shortly after he went into freelance work. Vampires." Ilyria nodded and sat on an upturned box, cradling Gunn's body to her chest.
"What happ'ns now?" a slurred voice asked. Angel looked down at Spike and gave him a small smile.
"We call old friends."
Italy:
"Xander! Can you answer the phone?" a voice called from the kitchen. The dark-haired man on the couch got up and picked up the white phone.
"Hullo?" he said into the receiver.
"Hi, is Andrew around?" a male's voice asked from the other line. Xander yawned.
"Yeah, hold on." He went into the kitchen and handed the phone to the smaller blond man. Andrew turned and gave him a quizzical look, mouthing, 'who is it?' Xander shrugged and leaned against the counter, listening in on the conversation he could hear. His magical blue eye glittered in the penthouse apartment's kitchen lights.
"Hello, this is Andrew speaking," the blond said. "Oh, hi! Are you looking for Buffy again? 'Cause I told you that she-- no, she's in Cleveland. No, we're moving there in a few week-- Xander. Hmm? Oh, uhm..." Andrew blushed bright red.
"Who is it?" Xander asked, but Andrew shushed him.
"Yeah, I am- well, we are. Obviously. Oh, them? I was taking escorting them to their boyf-- holy Chewbacca! Gutterminded vampire! Oh, yeah okay. It's 555-3971. No problem. See you in a few weeks, then. Ciao, Gandalf! Uh yes, sir. Bye!" Xander raised an eyebrow at the blond as he hung up.
"Who was that?" he asked. Andrew smiled secretively.
"You'll see soon enough," he said. He kissed Xander sweetly and made to step back, but Xander snaked an arm around his waist, holding him there. They kissed passionately before there was a knock on their door and the need for oxygen broke them apart. Xander smiled down at his boyfriend.
"You gonna get that in your oven mits, or should I, Martha Stewart?" he joked. He was awarded with a light smack to the arm and Andrew pouting. Xander kissed his lip, then went to the door. Swinging it open, he was met with a harrassed-looking Dawn and a girl that looked to be fifteen. "Hey, Dawnie. Come on in, girls."
"Hi, Xander. We were attacked, Hzarlas demons, I think. Tall, purpley-black skin, humanlike with white, glowy eyes and silver hair?" Dawn said in one breath as they entered.
"Wait, aren't those the ones that Willow banished from this realm?" Andrew asked as he came out, oven mits gone and quizzical look in place. Dawn nodded.
"Oh, this is Syndie Orielle. She's a slayer," the young woman said, panting heavily. Syndie had a scratch across her left cheek that was oozing green and turning a slight purple. Andrew ran to get the demon-inflicted first-aid kit and cleaned the cut. It turned from purple to only slightly irritated-looking and the green ooze slowly turned to coagulated blood.
"Yeah, thanks. Uh, you can jus' call me Syn," the girl said. She had shoulderlength, curly, dark dirty-blond hair, chiseled features and a scar on her left eyebrow. Her deep blue eyes glittered excitedly and her lightly-tanned skin had goosebumps. "So, yeah. Wha's goin' on 'ere? Wif the big, drow-lookin' beasties?" Andrew got an excited look on his face and opened his mouth to spiel about drows, but thought better of it with one look from Dawn.
"She's british," Xander noted. Syn gave him a funny look.
"Brilliant, firs' drow-beasties, now a tone-eyed zombie. I'm in heaven!" she announced quite sarcastically. Dawn gave her a sympathetic but annoyed look and turned to Xander.
"She's just been through a lot. She knows her fighting, though. Took down four before she even got swiped," she said.
"What kind of fighting do you know, Syn?" Xander asked her. She reminded him of a very dead vampire. He scrutinized her thoroughly and knew that if she were maybe his age and a male, she would look exactly like crazy, non-bleached Spike.
"Lil' bit of ev'rthin'. Like tai chi with kendo mixed can bring down a six-foot beastie; gymnastics and cricket can knock out jus' about anything... his height," she said, jerking her chin at Andrew, "and Karate and tae bo can basically knock out anything tha's not made of steel. Plus, Hulk strength makes ev'rthin' helluva lot easier."
Xander chuckled. Syndie Orielle was exactly like Spike, but he wouldn't say anything around Dawn. She got teary and rigid any time anyone brought him up, even though it had been three and a half years since anyone had seen him. Andrew had come back saying that he was alive and with Angel, but everyone thought he was just going on false hope. Someone like Spike, but not him.
"So, I'm a bit knackered, wha's for eats?" Syn queried, standing up. Xander actually chuckled out loud. She had on beat up Doc Martens, tight black jeans and a black, shin-length duster, along with a black shirt with a red, one-winged grasshopper on it. Dawn looked away, her eyes lighter than before. Andrew leapt up from the arm of Xander's chair and lead her to the kitchen.
"We have canolies, Cheese-Its, Doritos, chips and salsa..." he rummaged through the cupboards, finding snacks.
"D'you have any biscuits?" Syn questioned, looking over his shoulder. She was easily three inches taller than his five-four stature, and held her self in a confident, near-cocky posture. Andrew turned and quirked an eyebrow.
"Bisc- oh! Cookies, yes... hold on, I just made them," he said, putting his oven mits on and reaching into the state-of-the-art cooking range. He grabbed a stainless steel spatula and flipped the cookies from the tray to a plate. "Chocolate chip. Careful, they're hot. So, uhh... do you know any of your ancestors?" he asked, also noting that Syndie looked exactly like a young female Spike.
"Oh, I know a few. These are really good," she said, biting into a cookie. "I know that I have this really great-great-great, -give or take eight or nine- uncle or summat. Name being... wait... William Connelly. Yeah, William the Bloody, for his 'bloody awful poetry', I think it was. Yeah, well he was a poet and stuff and then, when he was twen'y-four, he died."
Syndie hopped onto the counter, crossing her feet at the ankle. "Yeah, and I know his wife or wha'ev'r up and dumped 'im, 'cause he wrote poetry about her and his upperclassmen taunted him about it. Bloody wankers. I read some of his works and he was a bloody genius."
"Oh, well... did you know he got turned? Into a vampire, I mean," Andrew explained. She nodded and smirked.
"Yeah, poor bloke. Got turned by this mad-as-a-hatter chit name of Drusilla or summat. She died in a fire, though, in the City of Angels, mid-'03. With her granddame, Darla. Yeah, I know the story. Me watcher showed me before he died. He had an extensive knowledge on the Aurelius clan, from Master righ' down to ol' Bloody Billy." She smiled and stuffed another cookie in her mouth.
"Who was your watcher?" Andrew asked, actually enthralled by her knowledge. She couldn't be any older than sixteen, and yet she was like a mini-Giles and then some. Like an all-knowing Yoda.
"Takami Tsuyomai. Couldn't barely understan' a word he said, but these journals are real fabu. I have 'em in me bag. Thank goddess it didn't get damaged!" Syn scratched her head, then pulled a hairtie off her wrist and pulled her blond locks into a messy bun.
"Are you wiccan?" Andrew asked. Syndie gave him a 'why do you ask' look. "Because you said goddess and normally only wiccans or really spiritual people say that..."
"Not really anythin'. I know magic, yeah. All light stuff, though. The dark stuff consumes you as a whole, so I don't use it. Anywho, I'm a certified apprentice high priestess, black belt in all martial arts, expert telepath, pyrokenetic, and I'm a seer."
"Oh my gods! You're like Yoda, Jackie Chan, and Dumbledore all packed into a leather-clad superhero!" He gave her a quick hug. "How cute would your hair look in pigtails! We have to make action figures of you! Oh they would sell like hotcakes!"
"Which is ironic, 'cause hotcakes, really aren't selling," a voice said from the doorway of the kitchen. Andrew turned to see Xander standing, a goofy grin on his face. He strode over to the short blond and kissed him shortly. Syndie grinned widely.
"Ooh, I bloody knew it! Summers refuses to believe that you're a couple, but I knew that as soon as I heard, 'Star Wars nerd living with another rugged male' I instantly supplied her with, 'they're gay.'" Syn grinned. "She owes me twent'y Euros for tha'. Where is she, by the by?" she asked.
"Napping in the spare room," Xander said. "She, unlike you, doesn't have the stamina of a bull hyped up on caffiene and steroids." He grinned at her.
"Hey, I don't have bull-stamina. I get fatigue just as easily as..." she thought for a moment. "Jabba the bloody Hut on a treadmill!"
"So, what were you saying about hotcakes?" Xander asked Andrew. Andrew got all excited and Syn grinned. She held out her hand and Xander's car keys flew out of the living room and soared into her hand. She turned her hand over, but the keys didn't fall. She turned it back over, the keys weren't even in her hand anymore. Reaching into the cupboard behind her, she pulled them out, and handed them to the astounded Xander.
"Oh and..." She concentrated on her hand and a spark crackled, before a small orb of flame hovered above her palm. She closed her hand and the flame went out. She stared at a point exactly between the two boys. She snickered. "Bloody hell, you guys need to shag, get them frisky images out of you."
"Hey! No mind-reading without permission," Andrew admonished. Syn just smirked and ate another cookie. After finishing, she hopped off the counter and patted Andrew on the head.
"Nice talkin' wif you, C3P0, Cap'n Hook," Syndie said. "I'm gonna nab a kip." She did the Nixon peace signs, then fell onto the couch, immediately asleep.
Plane- Los Angeles, California to Wales, England:
"Angel, I don't like this metal bird," Ilyria stated. Angel nodded, absently petting Spike's hair.
"Yeah, neither do I. Drinking helps," he told her. She stood unsteadily and went to the minibar, grabbing a handful of the small alcohol bottles.
"This will not be effective immediately." She unscrewed three caps and downed them all in one go. "They are bitter." Her face was struggling to contort in disgust, but her pride shut down the emotion.
"Drink until it feels good," Spike mumbled, half asleep. "We there yet, sire?" he questioned the dark vampire. Angel shook his head.
"No, childe. We won't be for a while, get some rest."
The plane continued soaring on its way to England. They were going to get in touch with some of the old clans, see if the Aurelian account was still active.
What'd you think. Do I need something? Am I confusing people with the OC? Whatever, she's a slayer, they're helping her. Yes, Andrew and Xander have been going out since two months after Anya died. That makes it a little over three years.
--biLLie