A Slayer's Sister A Vamp's Son
Connor was still pissed. This wasn't something he was going to get over easily. Angel killed his father. So Holtz wasn't his real father, he was good enough. Angel was an evil vampire. No matter how could he tried to be that fact would always remain. He needed to kill something.
This was why he was roaming the cemetery at night. Sunnydale had called out to him and there were a lot of vampires. It was a good place, he decided as a vampire thought it was sneaking up on him.
He whirled around and elbowed it in the face. He then kicked it in the stomach, punched it in the face, once, twice, again, pulled out a stake and dusted him. He smirked as the dust fell to the ground. There was always something satisfying about killing evil.
"Bravo," came a voice, along with someone clapping.
Connor turned around seeing a guy in a black leather duster, with bleach blonde hair, and a smirk that Connor doubted had left his face often.
"That was quite a performance kid. Especially from someone of the living."
Connor narrowed his eyes. This guy wasn't breathing, very pale. A vampire. So someone wanted to challenge him. He could do that.
"What do you want? A crack at me?"
"Naw, you're human. I couldn't hurt you even if I wanted to, which I don't. So don't try anything."
Following his instincts, Connor didn't move to attack. Even though he thought his instincts were wrong. He kept his tight hold on the stake.
"What do you want?"
"Me? Well I don't really want anything, from you that is. I just saw you fightinga nd thought 'damn he's pretty good for a human. I may be a vampire, but a good one. Well not always, but have been for a few years now."
"No such thing as a good vampire. My father taught me that."
"Yeah well your father knows vamps pretty well then, but I can assure you I am good. Besides, even if I wasn't I have this sodding chip in my head that makes it so I can't hurt humans."
After staring the guy down Connor decided he could trust the guy. Well at least to the point that he wouldn't get killed.
"So where did you learn to fight like that?"
"Quor-toth (A/N: Did I spell that right?)"
"The hell dimension? Damn. You'd have to be strong to survive there."
"Yeah"
They walked and talked for a little bit. Battle tactics and strategies was the subject. Connor did learn the man's name was Spike. He thought this Spike was okay. He was open and honest and didn't hide. Unlike Angel, who tried to pretend he never committed an evil act. This guy said he was good now, but was bad in the past, and didn't hold back on it.
"Hey Connor!"
In front of them was the brunnette, from the three nights ago. Dawn was her name. He kind of liked Dawn. She seemed like a good person, who knew how to take care of herself. She remonded him of Cordelia in a way.
He noticed Spike freeze at the site of the girl, who didn't seem to notice him yet. She came running up to them without glancing at Spike, who still looked frozen to the spot.
"Hey, What are you doing out here?" she asked.
"Killing vampires. What about you?"
"Patrolling. Which I guess is the same thing. My sister told me to do it tonight so she could stay in with our friend Willow."
"Buffy let you patrol?!" Spike exclaimed without thinking.
Dawn faced him with amazing speed, her eyes widening, "Oh my God, Spike!" she squealed, wrapping her arms around him.
Hesitantly he hugged her back. A few seconds later Dawn pulled away and slugged him across the face.
"Nibblet, what was that for!" His lip was now bleeding
"How could you just leave like that! No goodbyes, no word, no anything!"
Connor watched all this amused. Obviously Dawn knew this guy. And he was obviously a friend. A friend who did something she didn't like.
"Alright then, I guess I did deserve that." Dawn hugged him again, "I'm just glad you're back. Oh my God, Buffy's going to freak."
Spike looked scared at the mention of that name, Connor noted. Maybe this Buffy person wasn't someone to mess with.
"Uh right Bit. She'll stake me all good and proper then. I fancy she hates me about now."
Dawn looked up at him, "No Spike. She doesn't blame you for what happened. She figures you were upset and most likely drunk, or at least not thinking straight. And she feels bad about what she said. She misses you, ya know?"
Connor felt like he was intruding on a very touchy private moment. He was. So he decided to leave. Besides if Dawn killed vampires often, he'd see her again. And he did want to see her again. So he left.
"She misses me?"
Dawn nodded, "Yeah. Have you been to your crypt yet?" he shook his head. "Then lets go. I have a surprise for you there."
Spike allowed himself to be pulled in the direction of his crypt. It was good to be home.
A/N: I hope you all liked that chapter. It's nice to hear feedback. Although I heard that the reviewing option was out of order. If anyone wants to tell me what they think my email is, Goddessteelaelmes@yahoo.com (no capitals) NOT blacklady@angelfire.com.
Connor was still pissed. This wasn't something he was going to get over easily. Angel killed his father. So Holtz wasn't his real father, he was good enough. Angel was an evil vampire. No matter how could he tried to be that fact would always remain. He needed to kill something.
This was why he was roaming the cemetery at night. Sunnydale had called out to him and there were a lot of vampires. It was a good place, he decided as a vampire thought it was sneaking up on him.
He whirled around and elbowed it in the face. He then kicked it in the stomach, punched it in the face, once, twice, again, pulled out a stake and dusted him. He smirked as the dust fell to the ground. There was always something satisfying about killing evil.
"Bravo," came a voice, along with someone clapping.
Connor turned around seeing a guy in a black leather duster, with bleach blonde hair, and a smirk that Connor doubted had left his face often.
"That was quite a performance kid. Especially from someone of the living."
Connor narrowed his eyes. This guy wasn't breathing, very pale. A vampire. So someone wanted to challenge him. He could do that.
"What do you want? A crack at me?"
"Naw, you're human. I couldn't hurt you even if I wanted to, which I don't. So don't try anything."
Following his instincts, Connor didn't move to attack. Even though he thought his instincts were wrong. He kept his tight hold on the stake.
"What do you want?"
"Me? Well I don't really want anything, from you that is. I just saw you fightinga nd thought 'damn he's pretty good for a human. I may be a vampire, but a good one. Well not always, but have been for a few years now."
"No such thing as a good vampire. My father taught me that."
"Yeah well your father knows vamps pretty well then, but I can assure you I am good. Besides, even if I wasn't I have this sodding chip in my head that makes it so I can't hurt humans."
After staring the guy down Connor decided he could trust the guy. Well at least to the point that he wouldn't get killed.
"So where did you learn to fight like that?"
"Quor-toth (A/N: Did I spell that right?)"
"The hell dimension? Damn. You'd have to be strong to survive there."
"Yeah"
They walked and talked for a little bit. Battle tactics and strategies was the subject. Connor did learn the man's name was Spike. He thought this Spike was okay. He was open and honest and didn't hide. Unlike Angel, who tried to pretend he never committed an evil act. This guy said he was good now, but was bad in the past, and didn't hold back on it.
"Hey Connor!"
In front of them was the brunnette, from the three nights ago. Dawn was her name. He kind of liked Dawn. She seemed like a good person, who knew how to take care of herself. She remonded him of Cordelia in a way.
He noticed Spike freeze at the site of the girl, who didn't seem to notice him yet. She came running up to them without glancing at Spike, who still looked frozen to the spot.
"Hey, What are you doing out here?" she asked.
"Killing vampires. What about you?"
"Patrolling. Which I guess is the same thing. My sister told me to do it tonight so she could stay in with our friend Willow."
"Buffy let you patrol?!" Spike exclaimed without thinking.
Dawn faced him with amazing speed, her eyes widening, "Oh my God, Spike!" she squealed, wrapping her arms around him.
Hesitantly he hugged her back. A few seconds later Dawn pulled away and slugged him across the face.
"Nibblet, what was that for!" His lip was now bleeding
"How could you just leave like that! No goodbyes, no word, no anything!"
Connor watched all this amused. Obviously Dawn knew this guy. And he was obviously a friend. A friend who did something she didn't like.
"Alright then, I guess I did deserve that." Dawn hugged him again, "I'm just glad you're back. Oh my God, Buffy's going to freak."
Spike looked scared at the mention of that name, Connor noted. Maybe this Buffy person wasn't someone to mess with.
"Uh right Bit. She'll stake me all good and proper then. I fancy she hates me about now."
Dawn looked up at him, "No Spike. She doesn't blame you for what happened. She figures you were upset and most likely drunk, or at least not thinking straight. And she feels bad about what she said. She misses you, ya know?"
Connor felt like he was intruding on a very touchy private moment. He was. So he decided to leave. Besides if Dawn killed vampires often, he'd see her again. And he did want to see her again. So he left.
"She misses me?"
Dawn nodded, "Yeah. Have you been to your crypt yet?" he shook his head. "Then lets go. I have a surprise for you there."
Spike allowed himself to be pulled in the direction of his crypt. It was good to be home.
A/N: I hope you all liked that chapter. It's nice to hear feedback. Although I heard that the reviewing option was out of order. If anyone wants to tell me what they think my email is, Goddessteelaelmes@yahoo.com (no capitals) NOT blacklady@angelfire.com.