A/N:Thanks to all the reviewers, especially to Ennui for the excellent
Angel help. I'm more on the Buffy side of the house when it comes to
knowledge. Keep up the reviews, I feel special then (and I continue to
pound on those keys!!) Hope you enjoy it, suggestions ALWAYS welcome. It's
definatly going to be AU, I'm not up enough on Angel to commit to following
it's plot. Sorry!
Disclaimer is the SAME!
Mir woke up early that morning, nervous about her classes. Angel had assured her she wouldn't be odd woman out. It was more of a place to continue her core studies with others in her predicament than a acadamy. That way vampires could take courses to finish their education, or mutated children could graduate fast and move on to more important things- like controlling their Powers. Still, Miranda felt like the biggest freak on earth. She took her shower and dressed in her new leather pants and peasant top. She secured the honey hair in a sloppy bun and went to wake Angel.
Angel opened his eyes to an angel of his own. It was Buffy, had to be...but no. Only in this light Mir took on her mother's finest traits. He shook his head, clearing the haunting images. "Oh, schoolday...I'll get up then...be fatherly and make you some toast." he grumbled. "You're not my father, and I don't eat toast." Mir replied and marched off to the kitchen.
Miranda poured herself a glass of juice with shaky hands and gobbled it down. Angel went over the directions to the school with her for the 50th time and she left the house exasperated with his overnurturing tendancies.
Several minutes later, Miranda walked into a plain brick building, numbered 321 Spencer Street. It was the school, nestled into the corner of the city. She heard the noise of a stringed orchestra warming up, and walked towards the sound. In front of her a horned demon directed a group of teens in playing warm-ups. She smiled at the funny sight and kept walking, bound to hit the office sooner or later. She eventually did, and was met by a giant green skined thing. She had no clue of what or who it was. "Hello!" It boomed, "You must be Mir! I'm Bjorn, the Vice Principal!" he said, with a slight accent. "Oh, uh, yes. I'm Miranda Harris-er, Summers..." she stuttered. "Yes, yes! Angel has told me much about you! You seem like a charming being! We here are going to help you complete your education so you may train and grow into your new self. Class begins soon, you go till sundown tonight, Wednesdays and Fridays. I'll tell you more, girl!" he boomed, with a smile. Miranda felt calmer and let the huge thing lead her to an office.
*****
That evening Miranda emerged from the school building, talking to Lara, succubus who could shift to other forms. Right now she was shifting into club clothes. "Come on, Mir!! It's your first night here, and we need to PARTY!! Come out with me, meet some hot guys, embrace your freaky self and have a good time!" Lara prodded. "No...I shouldn't" Mir began, but the demon grabbed her arm and looked into Mir's eyes. "Please, Mir. Please?? I don't have anyone from here who I'm friends with. All the other girls in the day class are a lame excuse for Big Bads. They're more worried about their SAT's than a date. Most the people I know I hang with at The Blur. It's a raveish club, and it's really fun. I promise you'll like it, and if you don't...you can just go home. Everyone there's a supernatural baddy just like us, chica! So, come on!" Lara begged. "Okay, but I've got to be back early..."Mir trailed off, because Lara was already dragging her down the street.
Miranda stepped foot in the club and was surrounded by the pulsating beat of heavy techno. She smiled and let Lara lead her to a purple glass table. "Stay here, I'll get us drinks." Lara instructed, and was back with two glowing blue martini glasses. "Is that booze..."Mir trailed off. "Yup, there's no age limit on our kind!" she laughed. The two girls began to chat about their pasts, till a terribly handsome mage strolled up to Lara. He produced a black rose from midair, and asked her to dance. Lara accecpted, winking at Mir, and danced off into the strobes.
Mir suddenly felt terribly out of place. She didn't sense too many other halflings, like herself. And everyone else seemed to be with someone else. Slowly, Mir took a sip of the cool liquid and felt it spread down her middle with warmth. She sighed a bit, and looked around, only to be startled by a boy looking back at her. He sat at the bar, looking at her. Once she steadied her gaze on him, he looked the other direction. Mir felt a heady rush shake her. Was he interested?? She self conciously pushed stray strands of hair back and wet her lips. She turned back towards the boy, who was staring again, and smiled. The boy's blank expression faltered, and he managed something similar to a smile. Mir turned back to her drink and grinned. He was cute, in an old fashioned way. The boy had semi-curly brown hair and an innocent looking face. A chisled jaw, and sweet smile made her want to look back again. She did, and to her disappointment he was gone.
Mir turned back, let down, and let out a gasp. The boy was sitting across from her. "Oh...hi!" she said, trying to cover her surprise. "Hey..." he said, a deep and mysterious voice. "I'm Miranda." she smiled. He looked deep into her eyes, and then began to speak. "You must be new around here. My name's Connor."
Mir woke up early that morning, nervous about her classes. Angel had assured her she wouldn't be odd woman out. It was more of a place to continue her core studies with others in her predicament than a acadamy. That way vampires could take courses to finish their education, or mutated children could graduate fast and move on to more important things- like controlling their Powers. Still, Miranda felt like the biggest freak on earth. She took her shower and dressed in her new leather pants and peasant top. She secured the honey hair in a sloppy bun and went to wake Angel.
Angel opened his eyes to an angel of his own. It was Buffy, had to be...but no. Only in this light Mir took on her mother's finest traits. He shook his head, clearing the haunting images. "Oh, schoolday...I'll get up then...be fatherly and make you some toast." he grumbled. "You're not my father, and I don't eat toast." Mir replied and marched off to the kitchen.
Miranda poured herself a glass of juice with shaky hands and gobbled it down. Angel went over the directions to the school with her for the 50th time and she left the house exasperated with his overnurturing tendancies.
Several minutes later, Miranda walked into a plain brick building, numbered 321 Spencer Street. It was the school, nestled into the corner of the city. She heard the noise of a stringed orchestra warming up, and walked towards the sound. In front of her a horned demon directed a group of teens in playing warm-ups. She smiled at the funny sight and kept walking, bound to hit the office sooner or later. She eventually did, and was met by a giant green skined thing. She had no clue of what or who it was. "Hello!" It boomed, "You must be Mir! I'm Bjorn, the Vice Principal!" he said, with a slight accent. "Oh, uh, yes. I'm Miranda Harris-er, Summers..." she stuttered. "Yes, yes! Angel has told me much about you! You seem like a charming being! We here are going to help you complete your education so you may train and grow into your new self. Class begins soon, you go till sundown tonight, Wednesdays and Fridays. I'll tell you more, girl!" he boomed, with a smile. Miranda felt calmer and let the huge thing lead her to an office.
*****
That evening Miranda emerged from the school building, talking to Lara, succubus who could shift to other forms. Right now she was shifting into club clothes. "Come on, Mir!! It's your first night here, and we need to PARTY!! Come out with me, meet some hot guys, embrace your freaky self and have a good time!" Lara prodded. "No...I shouldn't" Mir began, but the demon grabbed her arm and looked into Mir's eyes. "Please, Mir. Please?? I don't have anyone from here who I'm friends with. All the other girls in the day class are a lame excuse for Big Bads. They're more worried about their SAT's than a date. Most the people I know I hang with at The Blur. It's a raveish club, and it's really fun. I promise you'll like it, and if you don't...you can just go home. Everyone there's a supernatural baddy just like us, chica! So, come on!" Lara begged. "Okay, but I've got to be back early..."Mir trailed off, because Lara was already dragging her down the street.
Miranda stepped foot in the club and was surrounded by the pulsating beat of heavy techno. She smiled and let Lara lead her to a purple glass table. "Stay here, I'll get us drinks." Lara instructed, and was back with two glowing blue martini glasses. "Is that booze..."Mir trailed off. "Yup, there's no age limit on our kind!" she laughed. The two girls began to chat about their pasts, till a terribly handsome mage strolled up to Lara. He produced a black rose from midair, and asked her to dance. Lara accecpted, winking at Mir, and danced off into the strobes.
Mir suddenly felt terribly out of place. She didn't sense too many other halflings, like herself. And everyone else seemed to be with someone else. Slowly, Mir took a sip of the cool liquid and felt it spread down her middle with warmth. She sighed a bit, and looked around, only to be startled by a boy looking back at her. He sat at the bar, looking at her. Once she steadied her gaze on him, he looked the other direction. Mir felt a heady rush shake her. Was he interested?? She self conciously pushed stray strands of hair back and wet her lips. She turned back towards the boy, who was staring again, and smiled. The boy's blank expression faltered, and he managed something similar to a smile. Mir turned back to her drink and grinned. He was cute, in an old fashioned way. The boy had semi-curly brown hair and an innocent looking face. A chisled jaw, and sweet smile made her want to look back again. She did, and to her disappointment he was gone.
Mir turned back, let down, and let out a gasp. The boy was sitting across from her. "Oh...hi!" she said, trying to cover her surprise. "Hey..." he said, a deep and mysterious voice. "I'm Miranda." she smiled. He looked deep into her eyes, and then began to speak. "You must be new around here. My name's Connor."
