"Whoa, oh brilliant witchy one!" Damon called out.
Lyn looked to Stefan, her hands aching from all the wringing she had done to them. This whole situation didn't make sense. Buffy took it easily enough, and with her slayer ability it could very well not work, but it didn't glow golden or take so long.
Even Vicki's was an easy one, yes she had gotten a tattoo before so it wasn't a shock for her, but her branding went easily enough. She gave a scream, then took a swig of the bottle she had. Easy.
Even on herself, hadn't resulted in a glow.
So why did Ros's glow? Why did it take so long and hurt her so bad?
"Lyn," Damon came in, frustration apparent. "She's out cold."
"Out?" Lyn asked.
"I haven't even gotten to kill her yet," Damon stated, letting frustration seep from his words.
Buffy was on him in a moment, she was sober and wasn't all too please. "Lyn?!" She yelled.
Lyn looked back in horror, her face pale and eyes wide, her mouth slightly agape and looking as if a strong wind would blow her away.
"That's it!" Buffy stated, holding out her hand to Lyn, "gimmie the cell phone, I'm calling Giles."
Lyn did as she was told and watched as Damon placed her sister gently on the couch. She couldn't understand what went wrong. She had done it before, tested fully and thought through. It just didn't make sense.
"So," Damon said with a sigh, taking a sip of his drink with a smirk, "are you inviting a school teacher to my house?"
"He's Buffy's watcher," Lyn responded simply, still staring at her sister.
Buffy just shot everyone a glare and went outside to use the phone. Stefan moved to sit near Ros and just tried not to glare at Lyn, but this was a bit much.
He wasn't really thrilled to have the girls drunk again. Ros was her usual sweet spaz self but she really was going to have an issue if she kept drinking like she did. Also he was worried she would grow attached to him, the last thing the grieving man could deal with.
That of course didn't change the fact that he still was fond of the girl. She was honest and like a breath of fresh air with it. But she was taking long breaths, ones that made it difficult to tell that she was breathing at all. She almost looked dead.
Stefan's eyes flashed to Damon. He couldn't help but hope that what he saw was Damon's humanity peeking through. The way he held her was tender with care, something he hadn't seen Damon do in what seemed like eternity.
Everyone's eyes shot to the door as Buffy very perky voice chimed "Come on in."
Damon put down his drink. "Your cousin invited a Vampire into my house," he said with a pointed glare to Lyn. He reminded her of a cat with his fur standing on end.
But her eyes searched the front parlor wondering who Buffy would invite in. Lyn's breath caught in her throat as Angel, beautiful Angel came in. Buffy was excited, "Lyn, may I introduce my-" she paused and looked at Angel with some confusion. "My friend Angel." She pointed to Lyn, "Angel this is Lyn and the unconscious one is Ros."
"Why is-" he paused and visibly smelt the air. Confusion marring his face. He took notice of the guys and looked to be cautiously preparing for a fight.
"No fighting," Buffy demanded. "Angel, these are Ros's friends Damon and Stefan Salvatore, they are," she actually paused, her face full of confusion. "They are different from you and the other's on the hellmouth but they are vampires nonetheless."
At this moment Lyn really wish Ros was awake. As the Buffy expert it would be great for her to speak up.
"How am I different?" Angel asked, sizing up Damon, as Stefan had yet to get up out of his seat.
"Well," Buffy obviously began to flounder. She quickly looked to Lyn.
"If I understand from Ros, you, Angel," she forced the blush down, "pleasure meeting you by the way," she took a deep breath, hoping that the three super hearing men didn't bring up the pounding of her heart. Stefan didn't look at her, but Damon smirked. "Anyways, from my understanding you're type of vampires are the real deal demon possessed monster that drink the blood of mortals. You don't sleep, eat or really anything." Damon quirked an eyebrow while Stefan looked at him in confusion. "While these guys breathe, eat, drink, use the facilities and are basically super strong and fast humans that died and got powers. They drink human blood too, and need it, but they are first and foremost human."
"Wait so he's just a demon?"
"No, I have my soul," Angel responded, equally curious.
"I wonder if I can make that permanent?" Lyn thought out loud, her eyes widening when everyone turned to look at her. Buffy and Stefan looked riotous and she quickly raised her hands, "I don't know what went wrong! I swear!"
They just glowered and moved back to Angel.
"Most vampires of my ilk don't have a soul though, they are like the person they once were but aren't. The soul of them is gone, whats left is memories and fragments with no morals and evil intentions."
"Really?" Damon asked. "How old and how long do your types live?"
"Pretty long actually, but I was turned in 1753."
The boys eyes widen alarmingly. "That's over two hundred and fifty years ago."
"Yes," Angle answered easily enough, "My sire was changed well before that and the Master well before that."
"Really?" Damon asked, still in alarm.
"Yeah, when were you changed?" Angel asked.
"1864," Stefan responded.
"And you keep your souls?"
"We can turn off our humanity. Our curse amplifies feelings. If you loved and lost someone it's amplified and could even be unbearable." Stefan said, "So in order to deal with the pain we can turn off our humanity. I don't know anything about souls but we can switch our humanity on and off."
"When off, what is the difference?" He asked.
Damon smirked, then sped behind Lyn and just snapped her neck. "We tend to not care much about mortals," he smirked as Lyn collapsed lifelessly onto the floor.
Angel began getting ready for a fight, bouncing on the balls of his feet his hands up for some fighting. But when Buffy didn't move an inch he paused and looked abruptly to her in confusion.
Buffy held the bridge of her nose, her eyes tightly shut.
"Seriously stop," Lyn growled out hoarsely. "I am very soon going to start stabbing you each time you kill me asshat."
Damon smirked, "Can't wait."
"Umm," Angel looked around in confusion. "What just happened?"
"Indeed," Giles asked coming in. "I distinctly remember leaving you in Sunnydale."
"Giles!" Buffy said with a bit of exasperation. "It's Ros," she led the older man into the parlor to Ros's side. "Lyn was doing a spell sort of thing where she brands you and you can't die."
Giles looked at Lyn with disbelief. "It has worked. I haven't stayed dead yet." She quickly turned to Damon, "NO! He does not need an example!"
Damon smirked but just gave a shrug.
Giles seemed very confused by the statement. But began to take Ros's vitals. He began tapping her cheek after pulling her eyelid back.
bvxxxvd. Ros POV
I gasped and sputtered, thankfully someone was able to help me sit. The position allowed me to breathe and I swallowed the oxygen in lung fulls.
I rubbed my eyes several times over before I opened them. My head was clear and unfogged by the copious amounts of alcohol. But other than being sober I felt fine.
Which I really shouldn't. I looked around and was more than alarmed to see history teacher Giles.
My eyes widen in alarm. "I wasn't drinking Mr. Giles!" I looked around confusion more than evident. "What? What happened?"
"Ros?!" Lyn asked, concern evident. She made to come forward but halted. "What do you last remember?"
I shrugged. "You, uh, talked me into getting a weird tattoo, and then we," I looked at Mr. Giles in fear, then back to Lyn who gave an encouraging nod. "I got sick," I shrugged, "It hurt real bad and I got sick."
I sat up and got comfortable, though how could I with Mr. Giles being so close, I'm unsure. I looked around the room and took note of Buffy and Stefan's worry. Stefan's elder brother was sipping his drink looking like nothing in the world could bother him.
Beside Buffy was a hunky guy that looked completely confused. He was the only stranger and though I tried really hard to remember who he was or how he got here, I couldn't make it fit. Another thing was a lot of things were foggy.
For instance when I looked at Stefan's insanely gorgeous older brother, I felt maybe a tinge of fear but mostly comfort, like I already knew him well enough not to worry. And though Stefan is now my only friend there was a haze over him, something that I wasn't sure and probably wouldn't figure out for a while. It was like a dense cloud was covering chunks of my memories and life.
I looked at Lyn, giving her a pleading look. "Can we go home?" I looked around feeling heat rise to my cheeks. "Not that I don't want to hang, but I feel really weird and want to go to bed." I got up and gave Stefan an kiss on the cheek and an awkward wave to Mr. Giles. "Buffy?" I asked.
"Sure, but Mom is at work by now."
"I can take you," Stefan's brother said with a smile.
I contemplated that but shrugged, "Thank you." I turned to the hunky new guy. "Hi, um, I'm sorry for weirding you out most likely, and though I have no idea who you are, I'm pleased to make your-" I faltered, almost perfect and I forget the darn word. "Uh, well nice to meet you."
"Angel," he said.
"I am or is that your name?" I asked with a squeak, trying so very hard to keep myself in check.
Stefan's older brother gave a chuckle but thankfully everyone else didn't say or react to the question.
He smirked, "My name. It's Angel."
"OH!" I responded smiling really goofy trying to get control over my internal heating, "Well pleasure Angel, my name is Rosalind."
"Coming Rosalind?" Damon asked with a smirk.
"You are seriously one of the most attractive men I've ever even seen."
"Oh stop," he said with fake modesty as I realized I had said that allowed. "Better yet, don't."
My eyes widen and I let out another squeak and reached behind me to latch hold of my very confused sister's arm. "It's the illness," I blamed, "makes me say and become a big blob of dumb." I mumbled following the hot man in tight jeans. "However, if you don't mind the complements I may not stop giving them."
Lyn gave a full body sigh and held the bridge of her nose in what I can only assume was irritation. Though she was my twin, I could never fully understand her. "Just shut up." she stated after a long moment.
I shrugged and got into the car, front seat was gifted me for some reason. "So where is my new tattoo?"
Damon gave me a sideways smirk, "On your lower back, of course."
I turned around to my sister, fiery glare in my eyes, "You gave me a tramp stamp?"
"Rosalind just please, stop talking." Lyn mumbled as Damon shook in what could only be considered laughter.
"Buffy not coming?" I asked.
"No she's going to get a ride with that Angel guy," Damon stated.
"How do you-" I shut up and just leaned my head back, my brain all foggy. The car whirled forward and I was left in a deep confusion just about everything. There was something in the background niggling my mind about the brothers and other unusual circumstances on everything.
"Are we friends?" I blurted out, "What I mean is I don't remember much but I feel," I paused, "maybe not safe but okay around you. I feel like a friendship is developed between us but I don't know how or why?"
"Why?" Damon asked.
But I was too busy trying to figure out what was going on, Damon Salvatore is the incredibly hot older brother of Stefan and though Stefan has become one of my only friends, since I for some reason was blamed for Elena's passing and thankfully Stefan realized I had nothing to do with the accident that took my friend's life, I don't know why I would feel close to Damon the way I do.
"Hmm?" I asked, realizing he was waiting for a response.
"Why would being friends be so unusual?" Damon asked.
"Because," I answered blithely. I gave a sigh at his disagreeing frown. "Because I'm younger than your brother and that means I'm just a kid to you and who wants to be friends with their younger brother's kid friend?"
He looked at me like I had six heads. I shrugged in confusion. "What do you remember?!" he asked me in alarm before turning harshly to Lyn.
I took looked to Lyn, if anything to not see what was going on in front of us. Damon seemed a little more angry than my need to side seat drive. Besides the look he was sending Lyn was pretty alarming.
Lyn however screamed watch the road to the man who reluctantly did. "What did you do, Gwenny?" his brow rose and Lyn actually had a flash of fear cross her face before it was replaced.
"You need to watch the road Damon," she responded cooly. "You may survive an accident but we can't." She was even snarky with that reply. I was a little surprised by her attitude, he was older and those eyes were ice, how could she be so blase about it.
He sighed heavily in obvious frustration. "Fine," he turned and faced the road. "My question remains just the same, Gwenny." He gave a dark glare, and I have no idea how anyone can remain so strong against him.
But then I saw his eyes and I was struck with some excitement building in me. It could be pretty hot to piss him off.
Thoughts crossed my mind and my eyes widen with horror. I felt the immense need to turn my head away and look out the window, hoping no one will notice the heat rushing my face.
"Stop calling me Gwenny," Lyn demanded. I turned and looked to her to see that Damon was smirking at me. She gave a heavy sigh, "I'm not a hundred percent sure what exactly went wrong."
"Something went wrong?" I asked trying to think it through.
They both turned to me, shock on their faces. Lyn took pity on me and gave me a sad face. "You seem to," she took not want to look at me.
"You seem to have gotten a weird version of selective amnesia." Damon stated abruptly.
"Right." Lyn stated simply. "You don't seem to remember anything I would categorize as dangerous."
Damon smirked, "Namely me."
I gave a squeak and blushed even deeper. "But- that doesn't make any sense. I know who you are."
"Do you know everyone in the Salvatore house?" Lyn asked.
Damon looked puzzled but I gave a shrug. "My only friend not related nowadays, Stefan his older bro-
"Hotter," Damon interrupted.
I blushed, "Brother. Buffy, you, our history teacher and," I shrugged. "I actually don't know who the other guy was."
Lyn looked concerned, "Really?"
I shrugged, "Should I?"
Lyn bit her cheek. I looked to Damon, but didn't get any answer there. He pulled up to our house and shot Lyn a glare.
"Goodnight, Damon," I stated with a sad smile, not really understanding the whole amnesia thing. Feeling bad, I decided to lean forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I'm sorry."
With mounting embarrassment I jumped out of the car and walked briskly to the house.
AN-Thanks for reading!