A/N: This is the last chapter. Big hugs to everybody who reviewed me. I
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Emily paced impatiently in the alley behind the Bronze. Angel leaned against the wall. "Where is he?" she asked, hands on her hips.
"He'll be here," said Angel. He took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one.
Emily stopped pacing and turned to face him. "Since when do you smoke?"
Angel shrugged. "I was around Spike too long, I guess."
"Well...don't!"
"They can't hurt me."
"You still smell bad." She glared at him. He glared back. Finally he broke the stare.
"Fine," he said and stamped it out. Emily smiled, then frowned. "I'm HUNGRY."
"He'll be here."
"Hey," asked Emily. "Could you DOUBLE-sire someone? Like if two vampires sucked someone's blood at the exact same time and then you fed them the blood of those two vampires...could you?"
Angel shrugged. "I dunno." He shook his head. "You have strange thoughts. Anyway, I don't want to sire Connor. He's yours."
She grinned, then frowned again. "Only if he shows-" Connor turned the corner and came into her view. "Hey! Connor!"
"Hey." He stuffed his hands into his pockets.
"I knew you'd come!" she ran and threw her arms around him. With her arms still wrapped around his shoulders, she turned to vamp face and tilted her head slightly, sinking her teeth into his neck.
Connor gasped, then sighed and closed his eyes. Angel watched for a few minutes, smiling, then called out to her. "Ok, that's enough, kitten." She released Connor.
"Daddy, do you have a knife?" He shook his head. She frowned, then bit her wrist. "Ow!" she screamed, then fed her blood to Connor. He took it. Angel smiled.
When Connor woke up, they were back at the mansion. Emily and Angel were talking in the next room.
"But you PROMISED we could go to Disneyland!"
"I didn't promise anything. We can go somewhere else fun."
"But WHY?"
"It's just not possible sweetie. We can't just walk around Disneyland all day."
"It's open at night."
"Okay, you get together the hundred and fifty bucks for you, me and Connor and then we'll talk."
"Fine, I will," she said defiantly crossing her arms.
"Fine."
Connor entered the room.
"Hey, he's up! You're up! How do you feel?" asked Emily.
"I feel fine." He looked up at Angel and smiled. "Hi dad."
"Hey."
"Oh, Connor, got any money?"
"No."
"Damn, see-"
"Emily!" Angel glared. "Watch your language."
She rolled her eyes. "Anyway, I REALLY wanna go to Disneyland-"
"Well, can't we like steal some money? Dad?"
Angel grinned. "I know just the place."
The next morning, Willow, her girlfriend Dani, Giles, Xander, Anya, and Timothy were all gathered in the Magic Box when Buffy walked in. "Oh hey, everyone's here. Timothy, have you seen Connor? He didn't come home last night.
Giles cleared his throat. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about."
"Huh?" asked Buffy.
Giles gestured to Anya. "I had this video surveillance system installed last year..." she trailed off and pressed play. They watched in silence as Angel broke a window, unlocked the door and opened it for himself, Emily and Connor. Connor was the first to notice the camera, and he waved at it as Angel broke open the cash register and Emily inspected the chicken feet. Connor called to Emily, who came over and danced with the chicken feet in front of the camera. They spoke for a minute and Connor laughed, nodding. Emily counted to three on her fingers, and they shifted to vampire face at the same time. They laughed until angel called to them and they followed him out the door.
Buffy swallowed. "I don't believe this."
"Oh, this system is very trustworthy," said Anya. "I can guarantee it's not a fake."
"That's not what I meant!" snapped Buffy. She went into the training room for a second, then returned with a crossbow and walked out the door, slamming it behind her.
Buffy watched from the open window of the mansion as Emily and Connor danced around singing about Disneyland. Angel leaned against the wall by the fireplace. She crouched down and aimed the crossbow carefully, then fired. She jumped in the window as Angel turned to dust. Emily and Connor abruptly stopped singing and Emily screamed. Buffy reloaded the crossbow. He was a vampire, same as any other. They both were. As Connor realized she was aiming at him, he ducked, but he was too late. The arrow hit his heart. "No!" screamed Emily. As he turned to dust, her expression faded.
Neither of them spoke for a minute. Then Buffy took a step forward. "Don't come any closer," whispered Emily.
Buffy dropped her crossbow. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"You already did."
"He took you from me. I just wanted you back."
"I wasn't ever yours! That was my family!"
"I'm your family."
"No you aren't. I lived with you for two years. I don't even know you."
"What are you talking about?" asked Buffy.
Emily sighed. "Forget it."
"Emily, I miss you."
"So get a puppy."
She crossed the room over to her daughter and took off her jacket. "I want you to turn me."
Emily shook her head.
"Please?" asked Buffy. "I love you. I can take care of you forever." She offered her neck to Emily.
Emily took it, and sunk her teeth into Buffy's neck. Eventually, Buffy spoke. "Emily, I think...that's enough. Don't take too...much." She didn't stop. She felt Buffy grow weaker, and eventually her heart stopped beating. Emily dropped the body to the ground and picked up Buffy's leather jacket. She put it on and felt in the pocket for a wallet. She counted the money. Then she grabbed the Disneyland cash and added it to it. She quickly packed a bag and left.
Stepping off the bus in Cleveland, she knew where she was and where she was going. It was a 20 minute walk, and then she kicked the door open. Drusilla stood. "Musical chairs," Drusilla laughed. "Baby gets passed around at the party, but then the music stops. So here you are."
"I suppose I am," said Emily, approaching her.
Drusilla reached out and stroked her blonde hair. "We could play with dollies all day. I could be your mummy."
Emily's face hardened. "No," she said, and pulled a stake from Buffy's pocket.
"What are you doing?" asked Drusilla, her voice trembling. Emily plunged the stake into her heart.
As she turned and walked back out into the night, she smiled. "Carrying on the family tradition."
END
Emily paced impatiently in the alley behind the Bronze. Angel leaned against the wall. "Where is he?" she asked, hands on her hips.
"He'll be here," said Angel. He took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one.
Emily stopped pacing and turned to face him. "Since when do you smoke?"
Angel shrugged. "I was around Spike too long, I guess."
"Well...don't!"
"They can't hurt me."
"You still smell bad." She glared at him. He glared back. Finally he broke the stare.
"Fine," he said and stamped it out. Emily smiled, then frowned. "I'm HUNGRY."
"He'll be here."
"Hey," asked Emily. "Could you DOUBLE-sire someone? Like if two vampires sucked someone's blood at the exact same time and then you fed them the blood of those two vampires...could you?"
Angel shrugged. "I dunno." He shook his head. "You have strange thoughts. Anyway, I don't want to sire Connor. He's yours."
She grinned, then frowned again. "Only if he shows-" Connor turned the corner and came into her view. "Hey! Connor!"
"Hey." He stuffed his hands into his pockets.
"I knew you'd come!" she ran and threw her arms around him. With her arms still wrapped around his shoulders, she turned to vamp face and tilted her head slightly, sinking her teeth into his neck.
Connor gasped, then sighed and closed his eyes. Angel watched for a few minutes, smiling, then called out to her. "Ok, that's enough, kitten." She released Connor.
"Daddy, do you have a knife?" He shook his head. She frowned, then bit her wrist. "Ow!" she screamed, then fed her blood to Connor. He took it. Angel smiled.
When Connor woke up, they were back at the mansion. Emily and Angel were talking in the next room.
"But you PROMISED we could go to Disneyland!"
"I didn't promise anything. We can go somewhere else fun."
"But WHY?"
"It's just not possible sweetie. We can't just walk around Disneyland all day."
"It's open at night."
"Okay, you get together the hundred and fifty bucks for you, me and Connor and then we'll talk."
"Fine, I will," she said defiantly crossing her arms.
"Fine."
Connor entered the room.
"Hey, he's up! You're up! How do you feel?" asked Emily.
"I feel fine." He looked up at Angel and smiled. "Hi dad."
"Hey."
"Oh, Connor, got any money?"
"No."
"Damn, see-"
"Emily!" Angel glared. "Watch your language."
She rolled her eyes. "Anyway, I REALLY wanna go to Disneyland-"
"Well, can't we like steal some money? Dad?"
Angel grinned. "I know just the place."
The next morning, Willow, her girlfriend Dani, Giles, Xander, Anya, and Timothy were all gathered in the Magic Box when Buffy walked in. "Oh hey, everyone's here. Timothy, have you seen Connor? He didn't come home last night.
Giles cleared his throat. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about."
"Huh?" asked Buffy.
Giles gestured to Anya. "I had this video surveillance system installed last year..." she trailed off and pressed play. They watched in silence as Angel broke a window, unlocked the door and opened it for himself, Emily and Connor. Connor was the first to notice the camera, and he waved at it as Angel broke open the cash register and Emily inspected the chicken feet. Connor called to Emily, who came over and danced with the chicken feet in front of the camera. They spoke for a minute and Connor laughed, nodding. Emily counted to three on her fingers, and they shifted to vampire face at the same time. They laughed until angel called to them and they followed him out the door.
Buffy swallowed. "I don't believe this."
"Oh, this system is very trustworthy," said Anya. "I can guarantee it's not a fake."
"That's not what I meant!" snapped Buffy. She went into the training room for a second, then returned with a crossbow and walked out the door, slamming it behind her.
Buffy watched from the open window of the mansion as Emily and Connor danced around singing about Disneyland. Angel leaned against the wall by the fireplace. She crouched down and aimed the crossbow carefully, then fired. She jumped in the window as Angel turned to dust. Emily and Connor abruptly stopped singing and Emily screamed. Buffy reloaded the crossbow. He was a vampire, same as any other. They both were. As Connor realized she was aiming at him, he ducked, but he was too late. The arrow hit his heart. "No!" screamed Emily. As he turned to dust, her expression faded.
Neither of them spoke for a minute. Then Buffy took a step forward. "Don't come any closer," whispered Emily.
Buffy dropped her crossbow. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"You already did."
"He took you from me. I just wanted you back."
"I wasn't ever yours! That was my family!"
"I'm your family."
"No you aren't. I lived with you for two years. I don't even know you."
"What are you talking about?" asked Buffy.
Emily sighed. "Forget it."
"Emily, I miss you."
"So get a puppy."
She crossed the room over to her daughter and took off her jacket. "I want you to turn me."
Emily shook her head.
"Please?" asked Buffy. "I love you. I can take care of you forever." She offered her neck to Emily.
Emily took it, and sunk her teeth into Buffy's neck. Eventually, Buffy spoke. "Emily, I think...that's enough. Don't take too...much." She didn't stop. She felt Buffy grow weaker, and eventually her heart stopped beating. Emily dropped the body to the ground and picked up Buffy's leather jacket. She put it on and felt in the pocket for a wallet. She counted the money. Then she grabbed the Disneyland cash and added it to it. She quickly packed a bag and left.
Stepping off the bus in Cleveland, she knew where she was and where she was going. It was a 20 minute walk, and then she kicked the door open. Drusilla stood. "Musical chairs," Drusilla laughed. "Baby gets passed around at the party, but then the music stops. So here you are."
"I suppose I am," said Emily, approaching her.
Drusilla reached out and stroked her blonde hair. "We could play with dollies all day. I could be your mummy."
Emily's face hardened. "No," she said, and pulled a stake from Buffy's pocket.
"What are you doing?" asked Drusilla, her voice trembling. Emily plunged the stake into her heart.
As she turned and walked back out into the night, she smiled. "Carrying on the family tradition."
END