I opened my eyes as I heard the rumble of the elevator. I blinked before sitting up and looking around, i noticed that I was only dressed in one of Angel's shirts, my bra and underwear still on. My neck hurt like a bitch though. I pressed my hand against it and grunted, there were fang marks on the left, and the right. I fell back against the pillows and sighed.
"Well at least it's only my neck." I muttered.
"Yeah, no it's not." The Irish accent alerted me to Doyle's presence. I raised an eyebrow and looked at him.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked. He grinned at me and then leaned against he door frame.
"Angel had bite marks almost everywhere." I gulped and then blushed.
"I don't remember anything of last night." Doyle laughed and then smirked at me.
"It's been more than a night there tiger." He said. My face paled and I looked at him frantically.
"How long has it been?" I asked panicking.
"Oh, just three days." He said. I facepalmed and then stared at the ceiling.
"Just what does renewing a sire bond consist of?" Doyle asked.
"Do you really want to know?" I asked. Doyle's face lit up and he nodded at me. I rolled my eyes before starting. "Well, it honestly mostly consists of the sire and the child drinking each others blood. Depending on how long they have been apart, the desire to do it will increase. Me and Angel had been apart about 100 years or so. During the drinking there might be, depending on how much desire there is, carnal pleasures that take place." I said, looking up at the half demon.
"What does a bond feel like?" he asked. I motioned for him to take a seat, and he perched himself at the foot of the bed. I sat up and criss-crossed my legs, gathering the blankets around me.
"I can only tell you from personal experience, 'K?" I asked, clarifying what I could tell him. "I can tell you right now that when the sire bond first is created, the child will do everything the sire wants them to, and the list is long. After a few day the sire will feel a parenting need for the newly turned and they will do everything they can to take care of them, before sending them off in teh world, to create their children of their own. Angel's sire was everything to him until he got a soul, then she kicked him to the curb. Angel and I were supposed to meet down in Russia, to renew the bond, then he got a soul." I paused both for effect and to take a breath.
"I haven't created any children of my own, the feelings i have described comes from the sire's that I have asked. Now I can tell you what I feel for my Sire. With every child there is a certain degree of love for their Sire, the willingness to do everything they say, to tell them everything. I used to hate Angelus, because he turned me, he made me an experiment. While I was waiting for him in Russia, I came to realize that, and I hate to say this, while I hated him, there was still that love for him, there was still the will to do everything he told me to." I sighed and looked at the sheets I was twisting in my hands.
"The Sire bond sucks, but is how every Sire is connected with their young. The sire can feel what their children do, tell where they are, can even manipulate their feelings for other things. that is how Angelus found his other children, he called them to him, one by one, to slaughter them. I still wonder why he never called for me. Maybe it was the fact that unlike all the others, I could sometimes ignore his will, his command. I wonder if he did try to get me to go to him."
Doyle's face held a little understanding. He smiled at me. "Do you want to go upstairs?" He asked. I sighed before nodding. "I bought you some food and Angel brought you some clothes from your place, to change ito when you woke."
I smiled at the man and rolled my eyes. "He always tried to nurture me." I muttered.
"Hey, he's just trying to be a good father."
I raised an eyebrow. "Angel, a father, why does the actual thought scare me?" I asked him. Doyle looked at me with the same horrified expression.
"I wonder..."