Author: Hope
Title: Family
Summary: Angel stumbles upon a strange young girl in LA and when he sends her to live with Buffy in Sunnydale, strange ties between her and Spike are revealed. More spike/buffy to come.
Rating: It's R now
Disclaimer: Alas, Joss is a hog and doesn't like to share his toys. Hope is mine tho.
Feedback: Yes!! Please!! Tis my first fic.
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"Is she going to be okay?" Fred asked nervously, glancing at Hope. She was chained to a wall in the basement of the hyperion, chains around her wrists and neck. She was slumped on the floor, still unconcious.
"In a sense, yes, but I may not be able to reverse all of the effects the previous spell had on her." Wesley stated.
"She better be or I'll ring you're neck." Spike threatened.
"She tampered with some really powerful forces Spike, I can't be sure if I can effectively reverse what she has done."
"Whatever." Cordy said, "Since there's so much going on down here I'm going to go check on Connor."
"Lorn and Gunn are keeping an eye on him." Angel stated flatly.
"Like I said, since there's so much going on down here I'm going to go check on Connor." She leaned down and whispered into his ear, "That's sarcasm."
"I'll go with you." Fred added, following Cordy up the stairs. The remaining four looked between each other. Buffy lounged against the wall opposite of Hope, Spike leaned back on the wall next to her, Wesley sat at a small table, and Angel sat on the steps.
"Can't we just kick her or something?" Buffy asked, bored.
"Remind me next time your out cold to kick you, k pet?"
She made a face and pulled her legs up against her chest. "Fine, no kicking.............. Can I poke her?"
"No." the three males said in unison.
She slumped down and looked at them, "Sorry, but we've been down here waiting for four hours."
They all turned their heads at the sound of rattling chains. Hope stirred slightly, a small groan escaping her throat. She brought her hand to her head where the small gash was. Her face scrubched up and she pulled her hand away quickly. Her eyes fluttered open slowly. //blurry// She sat up slightly and blinked, trying to focus her eyes. //eyes// Four pairs of eyes were locked on her. Two vampires, an ex-watcher, and a slayer. She snarled and lunged, falling backwards to the ground as the chains caught her.
"Well, I think it's safe to say she's awake mate." Spike said, standing. He offered his hand to Buffy and pulled her from the ground.
"No can hold me." The teen ground out, grinning.
"I fancy we can pet." Spike said, smirking.
"You ready Wes?" Angel asked, standing.
"Yes, but I will need to get her to swallow this." He said, holding up a small bottle of red liquid.
"Now why the bloody hell didn't we give that to her when she was out?!" Spike asked.
"Well, I never actually thought about it, really." Wesly said, rather ashamed.
"What is it?" Angel asked curiously.
"Blood. Um, human blood." They all stared at him, "Well, considering her main demon is a vampire, we can use her main food source to c......"
"Shut the bloody hell up and get this over with." Spike demanded, grabbing the bottle from him and walking toward the feral girl. She snapped her jaws and began to giggle again.
"Ello Will. Come to feed me?" she asked, smiling innocently.
"Yes, I did. Now be a good little demon girl and drink this." She lashed at the bottle in his hands and he pulled away, "Alright then pet, we do this my way. Buffy, Angel some help?" The slayer and dark haired vamp nodded and walked to the sides of the snarling girl and grabbed the bases of the chains connected to her wrists. They nodded once more at each other and pulled. She snarled as her arms were pulled out into the air.
"Leggo!!" She snapped.
"Sorry, can't do that." Buffy replied, shrugging. Spike stepped toward the flailing girl.
" 'old still." He demanded. She kicked at his stomach, barely missing him as he stepped back. "You don't listen very well, do you?" She shook her head, still grinning.
"Would you hurry up Spike!" Angel shouted as the girl began to pull on the chains again.
"Fine then." He grabbed quickly at the chain connect to her neck and lifted her from the ground by her neck. She kicked her legs furiously. "Get 'er legs Buffy." Buffy let go of her chain and Hope raised her free arm to the steel collar digging into her neck. She clawed at it instinctively. Buffy wrapped her arms tightly around the girl's swinging legs and did her best to hold her still. Spike released the chain quickly and used his hand to grasp her neck tightly.
"Will.....please." The girl sputtered out, now clawing at his hand. He pried her mouth open.
"Sorry pet, bottoms up." He poured the heavy liquid into her mouth and slammed his hand over her mouth, preventing her from spitting it out. "Now be a good girl and swallow." She sneered and he tightened his grip. She squirmed some more before finally struggling to swallow underneath Spik'e tight grasp. The three simultaniously let the girl go and stepped back. She fell to the ground, clutching her bruising neck and glaring.
"You're hurt." Buffy said, motioning to Spike's shredded hand.
"I'll live. Well, not really." He muttered, wrapping his other hand around it.
"There's a first aid kit over there." Angel said, motioning to a small trunk. Buffy nodded and walked over to the old thing and pulled the yellow first aid box out. She pulled out some anticeptic, gauze, and tape and walked back over to the injured vampire.
"Here..." she said gently, taking his bloodied hand in her own. He watched as she cleaned it carefully and wrapped the bandage around it. She smiled up at him when she finished. "All better..." Angel kept his eyes on Hope and off of the vampire and the slayer. The girl had two small trails of the blood running from her mouth.
"Well, I suppose we should begin then, shall we?" Wesley asked, stepping in front of the growling teen.
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"Do you think it worked?" Cordy asked, sitting behind the counter.
"Better have. I'm gonna kill the watcher if it didn't." Spike retorted. He sat on the opposite end of the couch as the slayer, her feet resting in his lap as she slept.
"Where did he go anyway?" Cordy piped, shifting through some papers.
"He went home, the bloody poofter. Said he didn't want to be around when she woke up. Figured she'd be mad or something. ."
"Why? Because he made her unevil?"
"Because she may not be as strong as she was. Just a normal girl. And just because she's gonna be all screwed up and will prbably be pissed for no real reason at all." he replied solenmly.
"Oh.... What about the others?"
"Fred and Gunn left too. Lorn went out to meet with a client"
"Where was I when they all left?" She added, looking up.
"In the powder room I fancy. You spend enough time primping in there." She rolled her eyes at him.
Angel came down the stairs, looking exhausted. Their was a spot of baby puke on the shoulder of his deep red shirt. "I finally got Connor asleep." He grabbed a towel from the baby bag and wiped his shirt. "Hope's still out cold down the hall from him."
"She lookin any better Peaches?"
"Yeah. Well, she looks like herself now, at least. The claws are finally gone, but her hands won't stop bleeding. I had to rewrap 'em again." he leaned against the counter. "Wes said she may wake up tonight or next week. He's not sure."
"And he doesn't know exactly what's left of what she was before. That's great Angel, couldn't he have found another more predictable spell to do?" Cordy asked, rather disgusted that he had tried such an unreliable spell on the girl.
"It was the only one he could do. It was our only shot at getting her back." Angel replied, a little ashamed of their disicion.
"Get over it poofter, it's done with. Now we wate." Buffy squirmed as he leaned back further into the cushions. "I'm takin' her up to bed. Poor girl hasn't slept much lately, I think that demon spent her." he added as the slayer curled up on the small couch. He stood and stretched before scooping Buffy up. She groaned, "Shhh, go back to sleep luv." Angel watched as the vampire carried the slayer up the stairs, being extra careful not to stir her.
"How the tables turn..." Cordy said slowly, shaking her head.
"What?" Angel asked, not paying attention. He turned to face her.
"Look at 'em. Spike's the last person I'd expect Buffy to fall in love with."
"She's not in love with him, he's in love with her." Angel said defensively.
"Oh puh-lease. Don't tell me you don't see the way she looks at him.Their all swoony."
"No they aren't. There is no swoony-ness. None." he drew his eys back to the top of the stairs. Cordy sighed and stood, placing her hands on his shoulders. On her tiptoes, she whispered in his ear.
"You're jealous."
"Am not!." He said, turning around. She stood her ground and smirked at him.
"You know Angel, you should reall........" She stopped at the sound of Connor crying. They looked at each when he stopped abrubtly. Angel and her both took off up the stairs, concerned. The door busrt open and Angel stepped into the dimmly lit room. Hope stood in the corner. Angel scowled.
"Hope, give Connor to me now." She turned to face him and he marched up to her and pulled Connor from her arms. Cordy stood in the doorway, not entering. Hope's eyes grew wide.
"Angel? He was crying...I just thought....." Tears rolled down her face. Angel looked at Cordy. She nodded and walked in to grab Connor. Angel turned back to the crying girl.
"Hope. I wasn't sure. I wanted to make sure he was safe. I didn't know if you were....." she nodded, sniffling. He smiled and hugged her briefly, "You feel ok?"
"My head hurts."
"Sorry about that."
She smiled slightly. Spike appeared next to Cordy, "What's going on?" He asked. Looking into the baby's room and spotted Hope. She looked to the ground when his eyes fell on her. Angel nodded to him when he looked to the older vampire and he grinned, rushing into the room. He wrapped his arms around her and she sniffled against his chest, putting her arms loosly around him. He let her go and smiled. "Ey pet."
"Hi Will." she said halfheartedly.
"What's wrong?" Spike asked, trying to get her to look him in the eye. She didn't speak.
"I think Wesley was wrong. She's not mad at us, I think she's depressed." Cordy chimed from the door in an all-knowing manner.
Spike sighed and looked at her hands, the bandages around them red with blood. "Come on pet, lets go clean those up." he suggested gently. She nodded and walked out of the room, Spike on her heals.
"You think she'll be ok?" Cordy asked, walking back in and placing Connor in his crib. He began to fuss.
"She's strong. I think she'll pull through." Angel replied, rubbing the baby's belly gently, trying to calm him. Cordy smiled across the crib at the vampire.
"Me too."
TBC
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Well, the next chapter should be the last. Sequel? Yes, no, maybe? Tell me puh-leez!!
I shall lub yew foreber.
Title: Family
Summary: Angel stumbles upon a strange young girl in LA and when he sends her to live with Buffy in Sunnydale, strange ties between her and Spike are revealed. More spike/buffy to come.
Rating: It's R now
Disclaimer: Alas, Joss is a hog and doesn't like to share his toys. Hope is mine tho.
Feedback: Yes!! Please!! Tis my first fic.
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"Is she going to be okay?" Fred asked nervously, glancing at Hope. She was chained to a wall in the basement of the hyperion, chains around her wrists and neck. She was slumped on the floor, still unconcious.
"In a sense, yes, but I may not be able to reverse all of the effects the previous spell had on her." Wesley stated.
"She better be or I'll ring you're neck." Spike threatened.
"She tampered with some really powerful forces Spike, I can't be sure if I can effectively reverse what she has done."
"Whatever." Cordy said, "Since there's so much going on down here I'm going to go check on Connor."
"Lorn and Gunn are keeping an eye on him." Angel stated flatly.
"Like I said, since there's so much going on down here I'm going to go check on Connor." She leaned down and whispered into his ear, "That's sarcasm."
"I'll go with you." Fred added, following Cordy up the stairs. The remaining four looked between each other. Buffy lounged against the wall opposite of Hope, Spike leaned back on the wall next to her, Wesley sat at a small table, and Angel sat on the steps.
"Can't we just kick her or something?" Buffy asked, bored.
"Remind me next time your out cold to kick you, k pet?"
She made a face and pulled her legs up against her chest. "Fine, no kicking.............. Can I poke her?"
"No." the three males said in unison.
She slumped down and looked at them, "Sorry, but we've been down here waiting for four hours."
They all turned their heads at the sound of rattling chains. Hope stirred slightly, a small groan escaping her throat. She brought her hand to her head where the small gash was. Her face scrubched up and she pulled her hand away quickly. Her eyes fluttered open slowly. //blurry// She sat up slightly and blinked, trying to focus her eyes. //eyes// Four pairs of eyes were locked on her. Two vampires, an ex-watcher, and a slayer. She snarled and lunged, falling backwards to the ground as the chains caught her.
"Well, I think it's safe to say she's awake mate." Spike said, standing. He offered his hand to Buffy and pulled her from the ground.
"No can hold me." The teen ground out, grinning.
"I fancy we can pet." Spike said, smirking.
"You ready Wes?" Angel asked, standing.
"Yes, but I will need to get her to swallow this." He said, holding up a small bottle of red liquid.
"Now why the bloody hell didn't we give that to her when she was out?!" Spike asked.
"Well, I never actually thought about it, really." Wesly said, rather ashamed.
"What is it?" Angel asked curiously.
"Blood. Um, human blood." They all stared at him, "Well, considering her main demon is a vampire, we can use her main food source to c......"
"Shut the bloody hell up and get this over with." Spike demanded, grabbing the bottle from him and walking toward the feral girl. She snapped her jaws and began to giggle again.
"Ello Will. Come to feed me?" she asked, smiling innocently.
"Yes, I did. Now be a good little demon girl and drink this." She lashed at the bottle in his hands and he pulled away, "Alright then pet, we do this my way. Buffy, Angel some help?" The slayer and dark haired vamp nodded and walked to the sides of the snarling girl and grabbed the bases of the chains connected to her wrists. They nodded once more at each other and pulled. She snarled as her arms were pulled out into the air.
"Leggo!!" She snapped.
"Sorry, can't do that." Buffy replied, shrugging. Spike stepped toward the flailing girl.
" 'old still." He demanded. She kicked at his stomach, barely missing him as he stepped back. "You don't listen very well, do you?" She shook her head, still grinning.
"Would you hurry up Spike!" Angel shouted as the girl began to pull on the chains again.
"Fine then." He grabbed quickly at the chain connect to her neck and lifted her from the ground by her neck. She kicked her legs furiously. "Get 'er legs Buffy." Buffy let go of her chain and Hope raised her free arm to the steel collar digging into her neck. She clawed at it instinctively. Buffy wrapped her arms tightly around the girl's swinging legs and did her best to hold her still. Spike released the chain quickly and used his hand to grasp her neck tightly.
"Will.....please." The girl sputtered out, now clawing at his hand. He pried her mouth open.
"Sorry pet, bottoms up." He poured the heavy liquid into her mouth and slammed his hand over her mouth, preventing her from spitting it out. "Now be a good girl and swallow." She sneered and he tightened his grip. She squirmed some more before finally struggling to swallow underneath Spik'e tight grasp. The three simultaniously let the girl go and stepped back. She fell to the ground, clutching her bruising neck and glaring.
"You're hurt." Buffy said, motioning to Spike's shredded hand.
"I'll live. Well, not really." He muttered, wrapping his other hand around it.
"There's a first aid kit over there." Angel said, motioning to a small trunk. Buffy nodded and walked over to the old thing and pulled the yellow first aid box out. She pulled out some anticeptic, gauze, and tape and walked back over to the injured vampire.
"Here..." she said gently, taking his bloodied hand in her own. He watched as she cleaned it carefully and wrapped the bandage around it. She smiled up at him when she finished. "All better..." Angel kept his eyes on Hope and off of the vampire and the slayer. The girl had two small trails of the blood running from her mouth.
"Well, I suppose we should begin then, shall we?" Wesley asked, stepping in front of the growling teen.
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"Do you think it worked?" Cordy asked, sitting behind the counter.
"Better have. I'm gonna kill the watcher if it didn't." Spike retorted. He sat on the opposite end of the couch as the slayer, her feet resting in his lap as she slept.
"Where did he go anyway?" Cordy piped, shifting through some papers.
"He went home, the bloody poofter. Said he didn't want to be around when she woke up. Figured she'd be mad or something. ."
"Why? Because he made her unevil?"
"Because she may not be as strong as she was. Just a normal girl. And just because she's gonna be all screwed up and will prbably be pissed for no real reason at all." he replied solenmly.
"Oh.... What about the others?"
"Fred and Gunn left too. Lorn went out to meet with a client"
"Where was I when they all left?" She added, looking up.
"In the powder room I fancy. You spend enough time primping in there." She rolled her eyes at him.
Angel came down the stairs, looking exhausted. Their was a spot of baby puke on the shoulder of his deep red shirt. "I finally got Connor asleep." He grabbed a towel from the baby bag and wiped his shirt. "Hope's still out cold down the hall from him."
"She lookin any better Peaches?"
"Yeah. Well, she looks like herself now, at least. The claws are finally gone, but her hands won't stop bleeding. I had to rewrap 'em again." he leaned against the counter. "Wes said she may wake up tonight or next week. He's not sure."
"And he doesn't know exactly what's left of what she was before. That's great Angel, couldn't he have found another more predictable spell to do?" Cordy asked, rather disgusted that he had tried such an unreliable spell on the girl.
"It was the only one he could do. It was our only shot at getting her back." Angel replied, a little ashamed of their disicion.
"Get over it poofter, it's done with. Now we wate." Buffy squirmed as he leaned back further into the cushions. "I'm takin' her up to bed. Poor girl hasn't slept much lately, I think that demon spent her." he added as the slayer curled up on the small couch. He stood and stretched before scooping Buffy up. She groaned, "Shhh, go back to sleep luv." Angel watched as the vampire carried the slayer up the stairs, being extra careful not to stir her.
"How the tables turn..." Cordy said slowly, shaking her head.
"What?" Angel asked, not paying attention. He turned to face her.
"Look at 'em. Spike's the last person I'd expect Buffy to fall in love with."
"She's not in love with him, he's in love with her." Angel said defensively.
"Oh puh-lease. Don't tell me you don't see the way she looks at him.Their all swoony."
"No they aren't. There is no swoony-ness. None." he drew his eys back to the top of the stairs. Cordy sighed and stood, placing her hands on his shoulders. On her tiptoes, she whispered in his ear.
"You're jealous."
"Am not!." He said, turning around. She stood her ground and smirked at him.
"You know Angel, you should reall........" She stopped at the sound of Connor crying. They looked at each when he stopped abrubtly. Angel and her both took off up the stairs, concerned. The door busrt open and Angel stepped into the dimmly lit room. Hope stood in the corner. Angel scowled.
"Hope, give Connor to me now." She turned to face him and he marched up to her and pulled Connor from her arms. Cordy stood in the doorway, not entering. Hope's eyes grew wide.
"Angel? He was crying...I just thought....." Tears rolled down her face. Angel looked at Cordy. She nodded and walked in to grab Connor. Angel turned back to the crying girl.
"Hope. I wasn't sure. I wanted to make sure he was safe. I didn't know if you were....." she nodded, sniffling. He smiled and hugged her briefly, "You feel ok?"
"My head hurts."
"Sorry about that."
She smiled slightly. Spike appeared next to Cordy, "What's going on?" He asked. Looking into the baby's room and spotted Hope. She looked to the ground when his eyes fell on her. Angel nodded to him when he looked to the older vampire and he grinned, rushing into the room. He wrapped his arms around her and she sniffled against his chest, putting her arms loosly around him. He let her go and smiled. "Ey pet."
"Hi Will." she said halfheartedly.
"What's wrong?" Spike asked, trying to get her to look him in the eye. She didn't speak.
"I think Wesley was wrong. She's not mad at us, I think she's depressed." Cordy chimed from the door in an all-knowing manner.
Spike sighed and looked at her hands, the bandages around them red with blood. "Come on pet, lets go clean those up." he suggested gently. She nodded and walked out of the room, Spike on her heals.
"You think she'll be ok?" Cordy asked, walking back in and placing Connor in his crib. He began to fuss.
"She's strong. I think she'll pull through." Angel replied, rubbing the baby's belly gently, trying to calm him. Cordy smiled across the crib at the vampire.
"Me too."
TBC
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Well, the next chapter should be the last. Sequel? Yes, no, maybe? Tell me puh-leez!!
I shall lub yew foreber.