A/N: Hope ya like this! It's a lot of fun to write, here come the twisty
twirly parts...and who knows what after that. Rating could become an R real
quick. Remember, AU! If anyone can find me more info about Connor, Brownie
Points!! Filler chapters suck...please ignore spelling mistakes...my beta
buddy's on vacation!
Same disclaimer.
"Connor..." Miranda echoed, liking the way it came out. It had a nice ring to it. "Would you care to dance?: he asked. Mir's cheeks flushed dull red, and she supressed the yes for a few seconds, trying desperatly not to seem needy. She was a horrible dancer, and she wished the music would turn to a soft, slower tone. Then she wouldn't have to embarrass herself in front of the mystery man next to her.
"Sure, but I'm not very good at fast dancing." she warned him. "That's okay." Connor grinned and pushed her forward with an icy hand to the shoulder. Mir felt terribly nervous, but it eased as the tempo slowed.
"Look's like you got your wish" Connor said, gently nudging her towards the center of the floor. Connor pulled Mir intimatly close, more so than she would have desired for a first time meeting. They wavered slowly, bending to the light tune. Suddenly, Connor spoke, as if he had been in deep thought.
"You're different" he hissed, a curious undertone to his voice. "W- what do you mean??" Mir stuttered, feeling vulnerable. "All of you...I don't know really. But you're wrong...are you a vampire??" Connor prodded. "Yes...no. Sort of?" she admitted, as his icy fingers trailed further down her back, hitting bare skin. She shivered at the tempting touch. "Cold isn't it?" he laughed. Mir nodded, feeling like a mouse it a cat's paws. "You're a vampire, right?" she asked. He boomed laughter, other couples looking at them. "Something like that...a lot more that just that, Mir. Can I call you Mir?"he teased. Her heart skipped a beat, and she knew Connor was well aware of it. She was eminating fear. She knew the more powerful creature was toying with her, searching for her breaking point and the answer to what she was. Mir still wasn't sure of the answer to that question herself. She was also scared because she liked him, and his mysterious way. She decided to push the fear away, and play back.
"You can call me anything you like, Connor" she smiled, winking. His eyes glowed, showing he was very up to her challenge. He bent his head and nuzzled his lips onto her jugular, feeling the steady rush of blood. Gently, he kissed around and up with feather light lips. Her heart fluttered, and she almost pushed him back, afraid of what was next, but his strong arms held her still. The arms then slipped dangerously lower, and then sharp teeth nipped into her flesh. Mir let out a gasp from the pain, but it soon faded into heady pleasure. She looked at his vamped out face, still hauntingly beautiful. Mir decided to let go of her pain, her fear...her cage and follow Connor's way. She let her half vampish face come forth, eyes glowing the dull gold, little fangs protruding from pouty red lips. Mir let a little laugh slip from her throat, it felt so natural here surrounded by demons, undead, witches, and mystical creatures of darkness. Mir finally felt at rest.
****
Connor looked up, letting go of her neck. "God, she tasted good." he thought, looking at her face. He nearly missed it the first time, but sure enough her eyes were shining yellow, and tiny, sexy fangs were in the place of her canines. She was half vampire, half human...and a special human at that Connor knew. She tasted of Slayer, but he knew she couldn't be one- at least not yet. She still held her amazing looks, and she was driving Connor mad. He hadn't sampled much pleasure since emerging from hell, but she would be his first taste.
****
The couple kept dancing their torturously slow dance, even as the music picked up. They were in rapture, and even though Miranda wanted to break away, she couldn't. Something held them there, perhaps a common interest in the other. There was nothing romantic about their dance really. It was cold, emotionless...except for the fire in their glaring eyes. Finally, when the floor began to clear the pair broke their grasp on one another.
Mir looked around, dazed and lightheaded; and then at her watch. It was nearly 1 a.m! "Oh God!" she cried, throwing her hands up in frusteration. "What?" a groggy Connor asked. "I should have been home HOURS ago! He's gonna kill me..."she trailed. "I don't know how to get back really either..."she admitted. "I'll drive you." Connor offered. Mir gratfully accecpted and told him the rough directions to her place of residence. He was a block off, but she felt like walking the rest of the way to clear her mind.
"Thanks for the ride," she whispered, his radio playing an edgy alternative beat. "No problem...Sorry about the club, it was like we were under a spell or something...But, I'd love to see you again, if that's okay?" he asked. "Sure, I'd love to!" she gushed, reaching over and squeezing his cool hand. She quickly grabbed a scrap of paper and her pen and offered him her cell number. She moved to leave, but Connor yanked her towards him. She began to question his action, but cool lips soon found hers, wrapping her up and a sensual kiss which lasted for what seemed like eons. "Talk to you soon, then" Connor said after they split apart. "Yeah, if Angel doesn't take away every right I have after a stunt like this!" she said, rolling her hazel eyes. She got out, leaving a stunned Connor in the car.
***
Mir spun down the block to the townhouse, till a strong hand grabbed her shoulder. She began to cry out, but the figure whirrled her around. It was Angel! "Hi..." she muttered, looking away. "I've been searching EVERYWHERE!" the elder vamp yelled. Mir backed away, but he was on her quick, pulling her up the steps.
"What were you thinking?!" Angel cried, looking at the teen. She didn't dare speak. As Mir turned away, Angel saw the telltale marks on her slender neck. "God! Did you let someone do this??" he yelled, roughly grabbing her neck and forcing it sideways. "Yes." she said quietly. "WHY? It's a vampire's calling card! A mark claiming you...or a mark of deep love!" he shook with anger. Angel swore he'd find the fledgling and wring his neck. "He was nice. I like him." she sighed, remembering the bite. "No, no you don't! You don't even really know what we are!! He'll hurt you! And...you can't see him again!! You're grounded!" Angel ranted. "You're not my father, you know!!!" Mir screamed back, running for the stairs to her room.
She threw herself on her bed, scattering clothes everywhere. Sobs wracked her body, and she longed to be able to go back to normal life where she didn't have to deal with vamp bites and mysterious, handsome boys who were good at kissing! Well, the kissing was fine with Mir, but Angel didn't seem to appreciate it. She let down her hair, falling in waves around her scrunched up face. She just wished she could be one thing or another: vampire or human. Mir then stripped off her tight jeans and top and went to shower. Maybe it'd ease her problems...not knowing there were worse ones right around the corner.
"Connor..." Miranda echoed, liking the way it came out. It had a nice ring to it. "Would you care to dance?: he asked. Mir's cheeks flushed dull red, and she supressed the yes for a few seconds, trying desperatly not to seem needy. She was a horrible dancer, and she wished the music would turn to a soft, slower tone. Then she wouldn't have to embarrass herself in front of the mystery man next to her.
"Sure, but I'm not very good at fast dancing." she warned him. "That's okay." Connor grinned and pushed her forward with an icy hand to the shoulder. Mir felt terribly nervous, but it eased as the tempo slowed.
"Look's like you got your wish" Connor said, gently nudging her towards the center of the floor. Connor pulled Mir intimatly close, more so than she would have desired for a first time meeting. They wavered slowly, bending to the light tune. Suddenly, Connor spoke, as if he had been in deep thought.
"You're different" he hissed, a curious undertone to his voice. "W- what do you mean??" Mir stuttered, feeling vulnerable. "All of you...I don't know really. But you're wrong...are you a vampire??" Connor prodded. "Yes...no. Sort of?" she admitted, as his icy fingers trailed further down her back, hitting bare skin. She shivered at the tempting touch. "Cold isn't it?" he laughed. Mir nodded, feeling like a mouse it a cat's paws. "You're a vampire, right?" she asked. He boomed laughter, other couples looking at them. "Something like that...a lot more that just that, Mir. Can I call you Mir?"he teased. Her heart skipped a beat, and she knew Connor was well aware of it. She was eminating fear. She knew the more powerful creature was toying with her, searching for her breaking point and the answer to what she was. Mir still wasn't sure of the answer to that question herself. She was also scared because she liked him, and his mysterious way. She decided to push the fear away, and play back.
"You can call me anything you like, Connor" she smiled, winking. His eyes glowed, showing he was very up to her challenge. He bent his head and nuzzled his lips onto her jugular, feeling the steady rush of blood. Gently, he kissed around and up with feather light lips. Her heart fluttered, and she almost pushed him back, afraid of what was next, but his strong arms held her still. The arms then slipped dangerously lower, and then sharp teeth nipped into her flesh. Mir let out a gasp from the pain, but it soon faded into heady pleasure. She looked at his vamped out face, still hauntingly beautiful. Mir decided to let go of her pain, her fear...her cage and follow Connor's way. She let her half vampish face come forth, eyes glowing the dull gold, little fangs protruding from pouty red lips. Mir let a little laugh slip from her throat, it felt so natural here surrounded by demons, undead, witches, and mystical creatures of darkness. Mir finally felt at rest.
****
Connor looked up, letting go of her neck. "God, she tasted good." he thought, looking at her face. He nearly missed it the first time, but sure enough her eyes were shining yellow, and tiny, sexy fangs were in the place of her canines. She was half vampire, half human...and a special human at that Connor knew. She tasted of Slayer, but he knew she couldn't be one- at least not yet. She still held her amazing looks, and she was driving Connor mad. He hadn't sampled much pleasure since emerging from hell, but she would be his first taste.
****
The couple kept dancing their torturously slow dance, even as the music picked up. They were in rapture, and even though Miranda wanted to break away, she couldn't. Something held them there, perhaps a common interest in the other. There was nothing romantic about their dance really. It was cold, emotionless...except for the fire in their glaring eyes. Finally, when the floor began to clear the pair broke their grasp on one another.
Mir looked around, dazed and lightheaded; and then at her watch. It was nearly 1 a.m! "Oh God!" she cried, throwing her hands up in frusteration. "What?" a groggy Connor asked. "I should have been home HOURS ago! He's gonna kill me..."she trailed. "I don't know how to get back really either..."she admitted. "I'll drive you." Connor offered. Mir gratfully accecpted and told him the rough directions to her place of residence. He was a block off, but she felt like walking the rest of the way to clear her mind.
"Thanks for the ride," she whispered, his radio playing an edgy alternative beat. "No problem...Sorry about the club, it was like we were under a spell or something...But, I'd love to see you again, if that's okay?" he asked. "Sure, I'd love to!" she gushed, reaching over and squeezing his cool hand. She quickly grabbed a scrap of paper and her pen and offered him her cell number. She moved to leave, but Connor yanked her towards him. She began to question his action, but cool lips soon found hers, wrapping her up and a sensual kiss which lasted for what seemed like eons. "Talk to you soon, then" Connor said after they split apart. "Yeah, if Angel doesn't take away every right I have after a stunt like this!" she said, rolling her hazel eyes. She got out, leaving a stunned Connor in the car.
***
Mir spun down the block to the townhouse, till a strong hand grabbed her shoulder. She began to cry out, but the figure whirrled her around. It was Angel! "Hi..." she muttered, looking away. "I've been searching EVERYWHERE!" the elder vamp yelled. Mir backed away, but he was on her quick, pulling her up the steps.
"What were you thinking?!" Angel cried, looking at the teen. She didn't dare speak. As Mir turned away, Angel saw the telltale marks on her slender neck. "God! Did you let someone do this??" he yelled, roughly grabbing her neck and forcing it sideways. "Yes." she said quietly. "WHY? It's a vampire's calling card! A mark claiming you...or a mark of deep love!" he shook with anger. Angel swore he'd find the fledgling and wring his neck. "He was nice. I like him." she sighed, remembering the bite. "No, no you don't! You don't even really know what we are!! He'll hurt you! And...you can't see him again!! You're grounded!" Angel ranted. "You're not my father, you know!!!" Mir screamed back, running for the stairs to her room.
She threw herself on her bed, scattering clothes everywhere. Sobs wracked her body, and she longed to be able to go back to normal life where she didn't have to deal with vamp bites and mysterious, handsome boys who were good at kissing! Well, the kissing was fine with Mir, but Angel didn't seem to appreciate it. She let down her hair, falling in waves around her scrunched up face. She just wished she could be one thing or another: vampire or human. Mir then stripped off her tight jeans and top and went to shower. Maybe it'd ease her problems...not knowing there were worse ones right around the corner.
