Kat
A/N: Back. again. Please review.
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In the morning, Kat awoke. She opened her closet, for the first time, and picked out the outfit that showed the least amount of skin. It took her a while. That Lilah must have really liked slutty clothing because there was probably one outfit that suited her.
She had not yet gotten use to the stuff that Americans wore. After all she had only been in the country for a month. Luckily she knew the language by heart. If she hadn't this school thing would have been hell.
She put on a green, long sleeved shirt with a matching long dress. Long dresses. Now she was use to those. She bent down and picked up a pair of brown clogs. She slipped them on and walked into a bathroom, which was attached to the room. She brushed her teeth and hair, then ran down the stairs to the living room.
Lilah stood in the kitchen with a plate of waffles in her hands. Kat walked in. Lilah handed her the plate.
"Good morning Lilah." She said politely. She looked down at the plate. "What do I do with these?"
"You eat them."
"It's ok." Kat said uneasily. "I don't need food."
"Yes you do. Normal people do."
"Well if you didn't notice I'm not a normal person. I didn't know you could cook." Kat said looking down at the waffles. She poked them with the fork besides her plate.
"Me neither. Tell me how they are though."
"I'd rather not."
Lilah sighed. "Listen honey. I know that you are supposed to be all- powerful and I get that. But I've run across many demons that were all- powerful, you ain't different. I don't want to play the mom role, God knows I'm not good for it, but the 'higher beings' at Wolfram and Hart want me to. I don't know who you think you are dealing with, but you are going to act like a good little girl, eat your waffles, go to school, kill Angel, and then go away. Understood?"
Kat didn't answer. She only smiled. The noise of a car honked. The girl grabbed her book bag and ran out to the car.
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Angel woke up in a sweat. He had a dream. Another one. It was the same dream as he had two nights ago. There was an undeserving son. With two parents and a little sister. One parent, the mother, was kind and gentle and always understanding. The father expected great things from his son but never got them. But he put his standards to high. And this son. he was a horrible son. He stayed out all night never thinking about who he would hurt. He ended up hurting himself.
That son was him.
Angel stood up and walked downstairs, where Fred and Cordelia were sitting. Cordy turned around and looked at him. She tapped Fred's shoulder, who also turned around. Angel continued down the stairs and sat in front of the girls.
"Have any weird dreams, Angel?" Cordy asked. "Remember your promise. You have to tell me."
Angel sighed. "No, same as always."
"Good because if Wolfram and Hart decided to resurrected another person from your past we would know." She said. Angel's eyes widened. Cordelia hit her head in frustration. "Blabbermouth!"
"What have you heard Cordy?"
"Wolfram and Hart might have brought back another person that you knew and possibly killed. Cordy was asking you about dreams because when Darla came back you had dreams about her." Cordy turned to Fred in amazement. She smiled. "I'm very observant."
"Gunn told you didn't he?"
"Uh huh."
"And Lorne was worried about me!" Cordelia screeched. "I guess I'm not the blabbermouth of the group anymore."
Angel stood up. "I wish you guys had told me before. I'm going to visit our favorite bitch, well after you Cordy, Lilah. I bet I can get something out of her. It'll be hard, times like these I miss Lindsey."
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Kat's first day of school was like every other first day of school, except it wasn't. Kat had never been to school. Not like this. It was new and awkward. People knew each other. Kat didn't know anybody, and to make things worse she knew every answer to every question that was asked. But from what she could tell she was doing a pretty good job at fooling everybody about how new, shy, and lost she was.
By the end of fourth period, Kat had not yet met anyone besides her teachers. She walked out of her Latin class, which she didn't need, and walked toward the cafeteria. She wasn't hungry. Her training had taught her not to need food, drink, or sleep.
She walked through the doors and finally found an empty table, after a minute or two of searching. She sat down and reached for her book bag. As she did, a girl and boy walked to her. The girl held out her hand.
"I'm Tiffany. Call me Tiff." The girl said. Kat took her hand and shook it. "This is my brother Cody. We're your welcoming committee. Can we sit?"
Kat nodded. They both sat down in front of her. Cody smiled at her, but she made no sign that she noticed or cared. He looked away. "So where'd you come from?" he asked.
"All over the place." She said coldly.
"Like where?" Tiff asked.
"Everywhere. The last place was a small village in Asia. But I shouldn't be telling you this."
"Why? Because you'll have to kill us?" Tiff asked.
"Exactly." Kat smiled. So did the twins (I didn't mention they were twins did I? Well there you go). They had no idea that she wasn't joking.
"Not hungry?" Tiff wondered. "Because there is this cool thing in America called eating. Eating is like putting this stuff called food in your mouth. The muscles in your mouth-"
"Tiff! I think she knows what eating is." Cody mused. "Don't be such a pain."
"I'm a pain? I'm not the one who follows me like a lost little puppy."
"I don't follow you! You follow me!"
"As if. You are such a loner. You need me."
"Nuh uh. There are more then a couple girls who think I'm hot. You have two other friends, Lily and Anne. Boring."
"Girls? Which girls? Sharis? She is such a bitch." Tiff shot back. She turned to Kat and gave her a guilty smile. "Sorry. It happens on occasion. Just regular sibling fights. You have a brother or sister."
"Brother. An older brother. I didn't like him much, though. Still don't. Even after all this time. they can be a real pain."
"Preach it!" Tiffany said. Cody just rolled his eyes. His twin sister and the new girl were getting along just great. They already had so much in common. And he didn't like it one bit."
A/N: Back. again. Please review.
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In the morning, Kat awoke. She opened her closet, for the first time, and picked out the outfit that showed the least amount of skin. It took her a while. That Lilah must have really liked slutty clothing because there was probably one outfit that suited her.
She had not yet gotten use to the stuff that Americans wore. After all she had only been in the country for a month. Luckily she knew the language by heart. If she hadn't this school thing would have been hell.
She put on a green, long sleeved shirt with a matching long dress. Long dresses. Now she was use to those. She bent down and picked up a pair of brown clogs. She slipped them on and walked into a bathroom, which was attached to the room. She brushed her teeth and hair, then ran down the stairs to the living room.
Lilah stood in the kitchen with a plate of waffles in her hands. Kat walked in. Lilah handed her the plate.
"Good morning Lilah." She said politely. She looked down at the plate. "What do I do with these?"
"You eat them."
"It's ok." Kat said uneasily. "I don't need food."
"Yes you do. Normal people do."
"Well if you didn't notice I'm not a normal person. I didn't know you could cook." Kat said looking down at the waffles. She poked them with the fork besides her plate.
"Me neither. Tell me how they are though."
"I'd rather not."
Lilah sighed. "Listen honey. I know that you are supposed to be all- powerful and I get that. But I've run across many demons that were all- powerful, you ain't different. I don't want to play the mom role, God knows I'm not good for it, but the 'higher beings' at Wolfram and Hart want me to. I don't know who you think you are dealing with, but you are going to act like a good little girl, eat your waffles, go to school, kill Angel, and then go away. Understood?"
Kat didn't answer. She only smiled. The noise of a car honked. The girl grabbed her book bag and ran out to the car.
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Angel woke up in a sweat. He had a dream. Another one. It was the same dream as he had two nights ago. There was an undeserving son. With two parents and a little sister. One parent, the mother, was kind and gentle and always understanding. The father expected great things from his son but never got them. But he put his standards to high. And this son. he was a horrible son. He stayed out all night never thinking about who he would hurt. He ended up hurting himself.
That son was him.
Angel stood up and walked downstairs, where Fred and Cordelia were sitting. Cordy turned around and looked at him. She tapped Fred's shoulder, who also turned around. Angel continued down the stairs and sat in front of the girls.
"Have any weird dreams, Angel?" Cordy asked. "Remember your promise. You have to tell me."
Angel sighed. "No, same as always."
"Good because if Wolfram and Hart decided to resurrected another person from your past we would know." She said. Angel's eyes widened. Cordelia hit her head in frustration. "Blabbermouth!"
"What have you heard Cordy?"
"Wolfram and Hart might have brought back another person that you knew and possibly killed. Cordy was asking you about dreams because when Darla came back you had dreams about her." Cordy turned to Fred in amazement. She smiled. "I'm very observant."
"Gunn told you didn't he?"
"Uh huh."
"And Lorne was worried about me!" Cordelia screeched. "I guess I'm not the blabbermouth of the group anymore."
Angel stood up. "I wish you guys had told me before. I'm going to visit our favorite bitch, well after you Cordy, Lilah. I bet I can get something out of her. It'll be hard, times like these I miss Lindsey."
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Kat's first day of school was like every other first day of school, except it wasn't. Kat had never been to school. Not like this. It was new and awkward. People knew each other. Kat didn't know anybody, and to make things worse she knew every answer to every question that was asked. But from what she could tell she was doing a pretty good job at fooling everybody about how new, shy, and lost she was.
By the end of fourth period, Kat had not yet met anyone besides her teachers. She walked out of her Latin class, which she didn't need, and walked toward the cafeteria. She wasn't hungry. Her training had taught her not to need food, drink, or sleep.
She walked through the doors and finally found an empty table, after a minute or two of searching. She sat down and reached for her book bag. As she did, a girl and boy walked to her. The girl held out her hand.
"I'm Tiffany. Call me Tiff." The girl said. Kat took her hand and shook it. "This is my brother Cody. We're your welcoming committee. Can we sit?"
Kat nodded. They both sat down in front of her. Cody smiled at her, but she made no sign that she noticed or cared. He looked away. "So where'd you come from?" he asked.
"All over the place." She said coldly.
"Like where?" Tiff asked.
"Everywhere. The last place was a small village in Asia. But I shouldn't be telling you this."
"Why? Because you'll have to kill us?" Tiff asked.
"Exactly." Kat smiled. So did the twins (I didn't mention they were twins did I? Well there you go). They had no idea that she wasn't joking.
"Not hungry?" Tiff wondered. "Because there is this cool thing in America called eating. Eating is like putting this stuff called food in your mouth. The muscles in your mouth-"
"Tiff! I think she knows what eating is." Cody mused. "Don't be such a pain."
"I'm a pain? I'm not the one who follows me like a lost little puppy."
"I don't follow you! You follow me!"
"As if. You are such a loner. You need me."
"Nuh uh. There are more then a couple girls who think I'm hot. You have two other friends, Lily and Anne. Boring."
"Girls? Which girls? Sharis? She is such a bitch." Tiff shot back. She turned to Kat and gave her a guilty smile. "Sorry. It happens on occasion. Just regular sibling fights. You have a brother or sister."
"Brother. An older brother. I didn't like him much, though. Still don't. Even after all this time. they can be a real pain."
"Preach it!" Tiffany said. Cody just rolled his eyes. His twin sister and the new girl were getting along just great. They already had so much in common. And he didn't like it one bit."