Disclaimer: they don't belong to me. You know it …I know it.let us leave it to that.
A/N: sorry for not writing for so long. I had lost my inspiration especially after seeing this season of my two favorite shows. So here is a little taste of what is to come.
Enjoy and review please.
This is how it is not suppose to happen? I thought we gave him a cell phone so we would not have to do such things?" Cordelia said for the tenth time since they had started looking for the vampire with a soul. She felt her beloved Groosalugg put his arms around her.
" We will find him my princess." He reassured her. He was her knight in shining armor. Kind of like the vampire they were looking for. It wasn't like Angel to disappear like that on them. I mean ever since Connor came into their lives he only left the Hotel on missions for the PTB otherwise he spend all his time with his son like a mother hen.
But things were not going as usual. I mean Buffy had called. Buffy! She did not know why she kept repeating the girls name in her head. They all had grieved when they had come back from Pylea and found out she was dead. But than everyone had moved on. Some faster than others. Angel had refused to talk about her except for the little he had told her about being Okay and that he felt weird for being okay. He thought that he would have died with her but he was still there. She had told him that she would have wanted him to continue the fight and than there had been the pregnant Darla. Buffy had been forgotten. Well lets just say omitted form everyone's conversation till they had find out about her return from the dead. He had gone and seen her but he had not said anything about that meeting. Not that Angel was the most talkative man. But this was like the last straw. Disappearing without a word. She was fuming inside. She wanted to rage and scream. Buffy had done it again. She had come to crash their perfect little family. "Breath Cordelia, Breath…" She felt Groo's hand massage her neck lightly has they were walking the sewer. She was grateful.
" This is fruitless he is not here, lets go back maybe the others found him already." She said taking her lovers hand into her and heading back to the hotel. She hoped that they had found him.
When she got to the hotel all she could do was scream. Wesley was sprawled on the floor frozen with an expression of horror on his face.
" Oh my God! Connor she thought as she ran upstairs. Praying that Angel's son was okay and in the same breath that he would come back to them.
He felt something hard on his back. Not the fluffiness of his bed. His eyes flew open and he sat up. He was in a dark room. He took in an unnecessary breath. How did he get here? Last thing he remembered was that he had lied down on his bed for a quick nap. "Buffy!" he exclaimed. Looking around him. Oh my god did she get out of there in time. Did he live her there? Where were they ? Where was he? So many questions were running through his head.
He got up slowly and brush the dust of his clothes. He looked at his surrounding trying to find a clue that would tell him where he was. The fireplace looked familiar he thought. To think of it the place looked oddly familiar. He was at …
" The mansion was the closest place I could take you," said a voice behind him. Angel jumped. He had not sense somebody else in the room with him. When he turned around he saw the ethereal form of Joyce Summers of hovering a few inches of the floor of his old home.
" I am in Sunnydale." It was more of a question than a statement. Joyce shook her head in acquisition.
" I brought you here." Was all she said
" How? I was in my room in LA. I was asleep. How did I end up here in Sunnydale ?" He looked at Joyce. Last time he had been in the same room with her she had told him that him and Buffy had no future together and that he should have the courage to let her go. Now she was standing there in front of him. No, her ghost was talking to him.
" Buffy needs your help. You got here the same way, you got into the other plane. Listen Angel we don't have much time. You must stop the gatherers."
"Who are they, Joyce? What is going on?" Asked Angel taking a step towards the ghost.
"Angel you must go, they are nearing Buffy. Go before it is too late you must save her." Angel did not need to be told twice. He ran out the door of his mansion on Crawford St. sprinting towards Revello drive, feeling an urgency in the pit of his stomach.
"Buffy isn't there a slight chance that all you told us was just a dream and nothing but a dream?" asked Xander for the seventh time.
"Why would I make this up"
"Oh I don't know? The part where Angel and you are holding a baby…"Started to say Xander
"Listen Xander, I don't expect you to believe me. Bu tit felt real. I saw my mother, I touched her and she said…" Buffy stopped talking she looked at her friends they were all looking at her as if she was crazy. Willow came to sit next to her on the sofa and gave her a hug.
" Will it make you feel better if we research the "gatherers"?" she asked. Buffy nodded her head. She was unwilling to say anything. They were a friends why couldn't they believe her.
" What about Angel? Asked Dawn. She had listened to the whole conversation. She had started to cry when Buffy had mentioned that she had seen their mother. That she had been trying to warn them about something. She knew that Buffy would never have been this freaked out if that dream had not been more than a dream.
At the mention of the souled Buffy's head snapped up and she got off the sofa. She went to the phone and dialed the number of the Hotel. No answer came on the other line.
"I am going to LA" She said to her friends. She wasn't asking for their permission. When they started to talk all at once she just ignored them and headed upstairs in her room.
She could hear them talk as she was putting some items in a bag. How could they not believe her. Why would she make up such a story and since when they did not believe in the fact that she had prophetic dreams. She was lost in her thought when she felt the hair behind her back stand up. Vampire. She had not heard anyone come up the stairs. Actually she was standing across from the door and the sensation was coming from the window.
She turned around and hit herself on a wall of muscle. She felt strong arms circle around her.
"Angel" she whispered. The vampire answered by taking a deep breath and squeezing tighter against him.
"I thought something had happened to you," She said half crying half talking. She held him tighter too. Happy that he was okay. Questions would come later.
" I am sure Buffy's dream was a prophetic. I get the Joyce part but Dead boy and a baby isn't that like farfetched." Said Xander after he saw his friends disappear upstairs.
"Shouldn't we stop her from going to see the poof?" asked a very disturb Spike. He felt weird. He could swear that for a moment he had sense the presence of another vampire. But that feeling had disappeared. He didn't like when stuff like that happened.
Everybody was so entranced in their own thought that they all jumped when they heard the doorbell.
" Who would be coming around this time?" Asked Xander getting up to go to the door. Willow got up behind him and followed.
" It might be Tara, I called her." The red head said her turning red. When they opend the door they saw a little girl standing there.
Xander looked at the clock and at the little girl. It was 1 in the morning. First thought was to get her in the house than he thought about the whole do not inveite strangers in the house even if they look no older than five years old with the most innocent eyes on earth .
Willow looked at the little girl. She was wearing a white dress that had seen better days. Her blond hair framed her heart shaped face.
" Hi! Said the little girl. Startling them. She gave them a very innocent smile. Xander and Willow looked at each other, wondering what they should do. Than Dawn came behind them wondering what was taking them so long. Xander just told her "Go get Buffy." Dawn did not ask why. She had seen the little girl and she knew that little children did not show up at your doorstep in the middle of the night in Sunnydale.
" You are the witch asked the little girl. Willow looked at her puzzled. She than notice that the child was holding an urn in her arms, She saw the girl put her hands on the lid.
Willow gave Xander a panicked look and moved away form the doorway, dragging her friend. She felt great dread at the site of that urn. She did not know why. The little girls pretty little face distorted into the face of an old lady with very sharp teeth. She mumbled something and. Willow knew that they were too late. She screamed and fell on the ground her eyes wide open, her lips parted as if she was still screaming but no sound came out of her lips.
At the scream Spike and Anya came running from the living room. All they found was Xander and Willow frozen on the floor an expression of extreme terror on their face. The front door was wide open. Spike vampire ears heard noise on his left and he had just the time to see a little girl disappear on the top of the stairs, In the Direction of the slayer's bedroom.