This will be B/A VERY soon ( I just need to bring her back from the dead
again or something, ok?), just not yet, but that's not saying she's with
someone else, cos she isn't.
Disclaimer: What a shame, none of this belongs to me, I bet that's a surprise.
P.S- this hasn't been beta read, so please excuse the mistakes. . .
Sinking Sand
The Truth
// That's where I met your dad, although he wouldn't truly hold that title for another 900 years or more. But he was my lover, more than that, my one true love.
I know that when I met him I was only 16, and he was over 240, but that didn't matter. Nothing mattered to us then, except each other. . . and saving the world for demons and vampires, of course.
And Tash, I know you can do the math, so I'll just tell you straight out, your father wasn't human. He was. . . I don't know if I'm being too blunt about this. . . well, he was a vampire. I know your going to start throwing a fit, but let me finish first. He had a soul, a beautiful soul, and we truly did love each other, but there were some other factors we hadn't counted on.
He lost his soul on my 17th birthday when we made love. He turned into my worst nightmare. . . a demon with my lovers beautiful face. That was his name. When he had a soul he was Angel, but when he didn't. . . then he was Angelus, the one with the angelic face.
I guess then that that's some more research to add to your list. I can't go into his past now.
You'll be interested to know that I met someone else very important there. . . our good friend Spike. Yeah, that relationship started off with a bang. He tried to kill me, quite a few times if I remember actually.
But something's are never meant to be. When Angel got his soul back he felt, saying it was for the best. Two years later I died again at the hands of some hell god. Died again? Oh yeah, I was killed by the Master, an ancient vamp, when I was 16.
Sometime between Angel leaving and my dying Spike came over to our side. If you want to know the story behind that one ask him, and I'm telling you, you will laugh so much!
But anyway, when I was brought back from the dead after that I lost the title of 'mortal'. I wasn't a vamp, or a demon, but I wasn't human. Simply 'Immortal' was the term I came up with.
So there you have it, my life as a human. If you want to know the rest of the story ask Spike, because I do not want to have to recount over 1000 years of history to you.
I know I haven't given you nearly enough answers, but I think that some things you just have to learn yourself. . . either through research, or hassling Spike enough.
Have fun Natasha. Don't leave your siblings out of the game, and for MY sake, please don't get killed!
I love you, never forget that, never doubt that.
One more thing before I go. Never believe that you know what's out there. Never think that you have faced the darkest enemy. And know that you are never alone.//
As the hologram's echoes faded silence flooded the room, only disturbed by the distant hum of the space station generators and the other humans aboard.
Lifting her head for her hands, Natasha Latia Phoenix stared around her room as if she had never seen it before.
The truth is a truly awful thing, she realised, because it is addictive. Once you know, you want to know more, even if you know you shouldn't. Like sinking sand. You know that you shouldn't move, or you'll sink faster, but you can't stop throwing your arms around looking for an escape.
"Curiosity killed the cat," she muttered as she stood and shook her hair out. "And it's about to kill me."
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So that's how two days later a virtual computer monitor came to be wondering in it's carefully crafted A.I head, what a dark haired teenager was doing researching people dead for hundreds of years, people who meant nothing to the world.
But these people did mean a lot to the world, thought Natasha, as she watched the monitor out of the corner of her eye, knowing what the nosey old lump of metal was thinking. They meant everything to it, more than once. Without them the world would have been gone centuries before its time.
Typing in an access code she had found more than 60 years before she began to sort through the endless lists of names. Summers. . . not that one . . . Summers. . . not that one either. . . how many Summers where there born in 1981 anyway!?
Summers, Buffy Anne. . . At last! The right one!
Now let's see. . .
Oh. That explains a lot. Now on to my grandparents. It sounds weird saying that about people that died 1000 years ago. I guess I'll have to get used to it, because if I am part vampire I'll have to watch hundreds of people die before I do. I wonder if I'll be able to stand it?
"Well, Joyce, you had a pretty boring life, didn't you?" Natasha whistled to herself, choosing to ignore the monitor. "Gallery owner, mother of two, once divorced, died. I guess that to store all of the information they had to cut some of it down a bit. . .
"And Grandpa, you weren't much better, although it appears you may have had a better sex life. Married 4 times? Divorced 3 times, died in the third marriage. . . death poison. Looks like that last one was only after your money. . .serves you right, marrying someone younger than your daughter would have been, if you thought she was still alive."
Now that just leaves me with the list of vampires, doesn't it? I guess I better get started. . .
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In Natasha's own room two siblings sat and watched the hologram of their mother talking to their older sister. Both sat silenced by the information being fed to them, shocked and amazed at their heritage.
The elder of these two was a dark haired boy, who looked as if he could be no older than 18, or maybe 19, with a handsome face that girls found it too hard to say no to. Hunter took after his father. Dark eyes, a stark contrast to the clear blue that both his sisters sported stared in wide eyed amazement at his mother as she retold an epic story, and wondered in corner of his mind why none of the history classes he had to take could be this interesting.
At his side a small, cat like girl sat, clearly living up to her name: Catalina. Light blonde hair, and eyes a few shades lighter than her sisters sapphire orbs were glued to the hologram. Her breath caught in her throat as the secrets were revealed, only to be let out again in an angry burst at the thought of what she would do to Spike for not telling her.
Neither of the two batted an eye as their sister slipped silently into the room and sat on the left hand side of Catalina, and began to re watch the image.
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Spike noted from where he stood outside the slightly opened door watching the three that they made quite a set. All different hair colours, all- different clothes styles, all different people. Anyone looking would be confused as to why three such different people would be sitting together: A sleek and deadly looking raven haired young woman, a tall well built young man with a look of too much mischief in his eyes, and lastly a small, sweet blonde girl who you would think could be no older than 16.
Yet there they were, about to start planning something, no doubt. He was worried when Buffy had made that hologram that they would try to find the answers to the questions that she left hanging. But. . . wasn't that exactly what she wanted them to do? To do this and to learn to survive without her?
Still, it wasn't as though he would leave them to go alone, and from the look of it he would be leaving soon.
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On an old ship drifting away from the last station a vampire paced up and down, wondering if the Slayer was still alive, and if she could get to those brats of hers. The newly resurrected Master watched her from his throne in the shadows, surrounded by splashes of dried blood. What was the point in being clean if they were going to move soon?
Still the blonde vampire paced, hundreds of ideas swirling around her head. She had to kill the brats; they were the last connection her Childe had to the world of mortals, and if they lived he would never truly be hers again.
From the door way Angelus watched his sire as she planned. She would not hurt his children, no one would hurt his children. After loosing his soul to a mage he had been lost as to what to do and where to go. He wanted to go and see the Slayer- not kill her, not anymore- he wanted to know her again, like she had known Angel. But that plan was scraped when she died. And then his Sire had come along, and he had found out about the children. . . them dying was not an option, even if it meant changing sides for a while. . .
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So in the dim room three vampires plotted against each other in the age-old way of vampires and in far brighter room light years away three siblings planned to find them.
TBC. . .
Sorry I didn't update for so long, but I had a lot of school work going on, but if I get plenty of reviews I might be persuaded to write a bit quicker. . .
Thanx to everyone who has reviewed so far, I'm honoured that you thought it was so good. If you have any ideas that you think would work in the story, tell me?
Also I need to add in some minor characters, friends, other demons and staff on the travel ships that they get to know, so if you want to tell me a name and what you want your character to do I'd be happy to add them in : )
Disclaimer: What a shame, none of this belongs to me, I bet that's a surprise.
P.S- this hasn't been beta read, so please excuse the mistakes. . .
Sinking Sand
The Truth
// That's where I met your dad, although he wouldn't truly hold that title for another 900 years or more. But he was my lover, more than that, my one true love.
I know that when I met him I was only 16, and he was over 240, but that didn't matter. Nothing mattered to us then, except each other. . . and saving the world for demons and vampires, of course.
And Tash, I know you can do the math, so I'll just tell you straight out, your father wasn't human. He was. . . I don't know if I'm being too blunt about this. . . well, he was a vampire. I know your going to start throwing a fit, but let me finish first. He had a soul, a beautiful soul, and we truly did love each other, but there were some other factors we hadn't counted on.
He lost his soul on my 17th birthday when we made love. He turned into my worst nightmare. . . a demon with my lovers beautiful face. That was his name. When he had a soul he was Angel, but when he didn't. . . then he was Angelus, the one with the angelic face.
I guess then that that's some more research to add to your list. I can't go into his past now.
You'll be interested to know that I met someone else very important there. . . our good friend Spike. Yeah, that relationship started off with a bang. He tried to kill me, quite a few times if I remember actually.
But something's are never meant to be. When Angel got his soul back he felt, saying it was for the best. Two years later I died again at the hands of some hell god. Died again? Oh yeah, I was killed by the Master, an ancient vamp, when I was 16.
Sometime between Angel leaving and my dying Spike came over to our side. If you want to know the story behind that one ask him, and I'm telling you, you will laugh so much!
But anyway, when I was brought back from the dead after that I lost the title of 'mortal'. I wasn't a vamp, or a demon, but I wasn't human. Simply 'Immortal' was the term I came up with.
So there you have it, my life as a human. If you want to know the rest of the story ask Spike, because I do not want to have to recount over 1000 years of history to you.
I know I haven't given you nearly enough answers, but I think that some things you just have to learn yourself. . . either through research, or hassling Spike enough.
Have fun Natasha. Don't leave your siblings out of the game, and for MY sake, please don't get killed!
I love you, never forget that, never doubt that.
One more thing before I go. Never believe that you know what's out there. Never think that you have faced the darkest enemy. And know that you are never alone.//
As the hologram's echoes faded silence flooded the room, only disturbed by the distant hum of the space station generators and the other humans aboard.
Lifting her head for her hands, Natasha Latia Phoenix stared around her room as if she had never seen it before.
The truth is a truly awful thing, she realised, because it is addictive. Once you know, you want to know more, even if you know you shouldn't. Like sinking sand. You know that you shouldn't move, or you'll sink faster, but you can't stop throwing your arms around looking for an escape.
"Curiosity killed the cat," she muttered as she stood and shook her hair out. "And it's about to kill me."
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So that's how two days later a virtual computer monitor came to be wondering in it's carefully crafted A.I head, what a dark haired teenager was doing researching people dead for hundreds of years, people who meant nothing to the world.
But these people did mean a lot to the world, thought Natasha, as she watched the monitor out of the corner of her eye, knowing what the nosey old lump of metal was thinking. They meant everything to it, more than once. Without them the world would have been gone centuries before its time.
Typing in an access code she had found more than 60 years before she began to sort through the endless lists of names. Summers. . . not that one . . . Summers. . . not that one either. . . how many Summers where there born in 1981 anyway!?
Summers, Buffy Anne. . . At last! The right one!
Now let's see. . .
Oh. That explains a lot. Now on to my grandparents. It sounds weird saying that about people that died 1000 years ago. I guess I'll have to get used to it, because if I am part vampire I'll have to watch hundreds of people die before I do. I wonder if I'll be able to stand it?
"Well, Joyce, you had a pretty boring life, didn't you?" Natasha whistled to herself, choosing to ignore the monitor. "Gallery owner, mother of two, once divorced, died. I guess that to store all of the information they had to cut some of it down a bit. . .
"And Grandpa, you weren't much better, although it appears you may have had a better sex life. Married 4 times? Divorced 3 times, died in the third marriage. . . death poison. Looks like that last one was only after your money. . .serves you right, marrying someone younger than your daughter would have been, if you thought she was still alive."
Now that just leaves me with the list of vampires, doesn't it? I guess I better get started. . .
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In Natasha's own room two siblings sat and watched the hologram of their mother talking to their older sister. Both sat silenced by the information being fed to them, shocked and amazed at their heritage.
The elder of these two was a dark haired boy, who looked as if he could be no older than 18, or maybe 19, with a handsome face that girls found it too hard to say no to. Hunter took after his father. Dark eyes, a stark contrast to the clear blue that both his sisters sported stared in wide eyed amazement at his mother as she retold an epic story, and wondered in corner of his mind why none of the history classes he had to take could be this interesting.
At his side a small, cat like girl sat, clearly living up to her name: Catalina. Light blonde hair, and eyes a few shades lighter than her sisters sapphire orbs were glued to the hologram. Her breath caught in her throat as the secrets were revealed, only to be let out again in an angry burst at the thought of what she would do to Spike for not telling her.
Neither of the two batted an eye as their sister slipped silently into the room and sat on the left hand side of Catalina, and began to re watch the image.
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Spike noted from where he stood outside the slightly opened door watching the three that they made quite a set. All different hair colours, all- different clothes styles, all different people. Anyone looking would be confused as to why three such different people would be sitting together: A sleek and deadly looking raven haired young woman, a tall well built young man with a look of too much mischief in his eyes, and lastly a small, sweet blonde girl who you would think could be no older than 16.
Yet there they were, about to start planning something, no doubt. He was worried when Buffy had made that hologram that they would try to find the answers to the questions that she left hanging. But. . . wasn't that exactly what she wanted them to do? To do this and to learn to survive without her?
Still, it wasn't as though he would leave them to go alone, and from the look of it he would be leaving soon.
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On an old ship drifting away from the last station a vampire paced up and down, wondering if the Slayer was still alive, and if she could get to those brats of hers. The newly resurrected Master watched her from his throne in the shadows, surrounded by splashes of dried blood. What was the point in being clean if they were going to move soon?
Still the blonde vampire paced, hundreds of ideas swirling around her head. She had to kill the brats; they were the last connection her Childe had to the world of mortals, and if they lived he would never truly be hers again.
From the door way Angelus watched his sire as she planned. She would not hurt his children, no one would hurt his children. After loosing his soul to a mage he had been lost as to what to do and where to go. He wanted to go and see the Slayer- not kill her, not anymore- he wanted to know her again, like she had known Angel. But that plan was scraped when she died. And then his Sire had come along, and he had found out about the children. . . them dying was not an option, even if it meant changing sides for a while. . .
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So in the dim room three vampires plotted against each other in the age-old way of vampires and in far brighter room light years away three siblings planned to find them.
TBC. . .
Sorry I didn't update for so long, but I had a lot of school work going on, but if I get plenty of reviews I might be persuaded to write a bit quicker. . .
Thanx to everyone who has reviewed so far, I'm honoured that you thought it was so good. If you have any ideas that you think would work in the story, tell me?
Also I need to add in some minor characters, friends, other demons and staff on the travel ships that they get to know, so if you want to tell me a name and what you want your character to do I'd be happy to add them in : )