A/N: Sorry,sorry, sorry bout' the long breaks...College shopping is the important thing in my life this second...I've had wonderful ideas swirling through my mind, so here goes...Enjoy, and of course, Review....

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"Connor..."Angel mumbled a second time, feeling his body go weak for a moment. He backed up a step. Connor laughed and grabbed Mir's hips, seating her on the futon with guiding hands. This didn't involve her, though at the heart- it was all about Miranda. Angel took a swift step towards the shaking girl. "Leave her alone, Angel!" Connor snapped. "Connor, son..."Angel pleaded. "You're NOT my father! You never will be..Now leave me and Miranda alone!!" the young man screamed, making his father cringe with anger and saddness. His demonic face slid forwards, and in reflex so did the boys, as well as Miranda's pathetic half breed demon. "I don't want to fight you, Connor. But, you're tampering with a very sensitive subject. Miranda's my charge. She's half human, half vamp....and I'm preparing her to battle her demon when it finally takes control. You're a bad influence! You kill, you lie, you invite danger...and you're seducing her!"Angel cried.

"Isn't that a funny accusation, Father" Connor said sarcastically, "You did all of these things...and you killed humans too, when you were truly a vampire. That's our destiny! You're a murderer because you kill your kind, that's what's disgusting! I can't let you tell her she's the slayer- because you're going to get her killed. She's a vampire, with a demon and a soul, and a heart that loves...and hates...and a mind with compassion and pain...Mir's not one thing or another- and she's definatly not a thing, Angel. If you knew your prophecies like you say you do...you'd know something about her." he finished, taking in a deep breath. Angel sighed, looking hurt. "Miranda, you come home with me now...and we leave Connor for good, no more seeing him...Or you stay here, and don't bother coming back into my care."Angel said, giving her an ultimatum.

Mir looked into the night, almost in shock. She delved deep into her mind, when a vision of sorts hit her. Her body quaked once, and she heard the men call her name. It was if she was in another world, a dream almost. A sudden flash, and then blinding white. A human shaped being of gold walked towards her, raising it's hand in a greeting. "See, then Know" she said to Mir, and then faded again. Mir blinked, and she was in her room with Angel, peering into a Calculus book. It was night in this world, and the two sipped mugs of warmed blood. He said something inaudible to Mir, and she laughed. In an instant, her windows were shattered, spraying glass upon the two vamps. Several minions poured into her bedroom, enough to take down a master ever. They beat and bashed Angel, and Mir let out hollow, silent screams of saddness. Angel looked at her, straining to reach her, but she could not- would not move to meet his touch. Another vampire strode in through the gaping hole of her window. This one was qrotesquely fat and horribly deformed at it's face. For it's size, it was fast. It siezed Miranda, pinning her to the bed. The ugly thing tipped her head back, and laughed, before slicing her jugular with a clawed nail. Blood sprayed everywhere, and his laughter rung in her ears. Mir let out a gasp, and then found herself back in Connor's apartment.

"Angel....I-I think it'd be best for me to stay here for a while. I had a visi-"she explained, but was cut off by the elder vamp. "Silence! Ungratful whelp of a vampire!" Angel hissed before jumping to his feet and fleeing the building. Mir's face slipped back to human, and she burst into tears.

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Connor had comforted the girl enough that she had fallen into a fitful sleep on his bed. He wanted so much to lie there with her, but he knew it was not the time for such things. He had research to do, and quick. Connor rushed to his bookcase, and pulled a very ancient text. He had only came across it by luck in one of the hell dimensions, and it was even more lucky that he had gotten it out of the dimension intact. It was a volume that had been lost years ago, a book which told of all slayers to come. How the Council would die for that knowledge, he thought. However, the book also told of other redeemers besides Slayers. Connor flipped through the Slayers Chronicles, and found the new slayer. It was a girl named Ana from Russia. She had been located by the Council already, and was under strict training, especially in English. The Council planned to send her to Sunnydale eventually.

Connor knew this because the book was very special. The book filled itself with new information the second it was available. It was all-knowing, and changed to fit the times and lauguage of the reader. It could tell you exact locations, times, dates of nearly anything- and it read your thought's to do so. Connor concentrated on Miranda Summers, and a girl who resembled Miranda appeared. It wasn't Mir though, it was a young woman named Buffy. She had been long dead- and had actually died twice before her final rest. During her run as slayer, two slayers came forth- both dead as well. Since Buffy had died, 5 other slayers had perished- 3 who had replaced Buffy- and two who had replaced a Slayer named Faith. There were actually 2 slayers now then, Connor thought- and anothe rimage appeared before Connor's eyes. The book was confused...there was no one on that page, no girl to follow Buffy's predecessor's. Ana was Faith's replacement's replacement. No one was called yet from Buffy's line of Slaying. He focused on the last girl from Buffy's line, and an image of a sweet Hispanic face filled the page. She was Juanita, and she had been taken down only a few weeks ago. Someone was to be called soon.

Connor willed the book to go back to Buffy, and he began to read her long history. It was a history which spanned her life and her three deaths, as well as the apocalypses she faced. It told of her love affairs with Angel of all people, and her releasing his soul the first time, and it told of her love with Spike, another vampire master. She had defeated the Master, and the Anointed One had been mysteriously disappeared during her time as well. She had vanquished a hell-goddess, an Ascension and a Wiccan from ending the world. She had the most amazing kill counts, and the longest life as slayer- counting all three. However, the book mentioned nothing of a child. Connor focused harder, and willed the book to show Miranda's lovely face. It blurred a few times, and with a simple boosting of power spell from Connor, the pages flew to find her.

Connor felt the power from these words filling the room, pulsing with an ancient rhythm. He began to read, these words harder for the book to translate to English. Connor knew several languages, so he willed it to write in Latin instead. It did, and it was a bit easier...but not much. Connor began to delve into his mind, decyphering the texts. He worked till the sun rose, and could do no more. He placed a page marker in the magical book, and crawled up next to Mir's resting body. He laid a protective arm over her, and drifted into a sleep of the dead.

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Miranda awoke to find Connor snoring next to her. For a second she freaked out, wondering what had happened the night before. She was clothed, and so was Connor- save the shirt lying on the floor, so she wasn't terribly worried. She remembered the night before, and shuddered with the thoughts of the pain between Angel, Connor, and her. Connor was Angel's son? It was strange...they were both childern of the dead...only, she thought that Connor's mother might have also been a vampire. She didn't know much about vampires, except they weren't supposed to be able to breed, but when the Powers that Be get involved, anything's possible.

Mir tried to clear her mind of the unpleasent thoughts, and decided to borrow Connor's shower. She crept into the dark bathroom and turned on the hot water. Stepping in, she reveled in how good it felt to be warmed by it. Every day her skin seemed to grow a little bit paler, a little colder, and a lot less sun-resistant. Somewhere deep down it worried Mir, but not that much. She knew she could control the thing inside her body. It wasn't an issue for her. If she couldn't do it physically or mentally, it could always be supressed magically. Her "mother" Willow had taught her this the second she learned spells. After about a half hour, Mir jumped out of the shower, wrapping herself in one of Connor's plush black towels. She dried off and combed her hair, and then grabbed the black robe off the other hook. She hoped he didn't mind.

Mir padded back into the other room, and sat on the carpet. Connor had sprawled across the futon as soon as she left. She laughed at the boy she barely knew, but felt completly connected with, and stretched her arms out. She noticed a book lying in the corner, and crawled over to it. Curious, Mir flipped it open. It was all in Latin, and Mir suddenly wished she had payed more attention to Mrs. Holst, the language teacher. "I wish something around here was in English once and a while..."she muttered, and looked down to close the large volume. She blinked twice, and saw that the words were in English. She began to read the bookmarked page, and then gasped in disbelief....



A/N:HEHE, another cliffhangerish ending...I just can't go on tonight!! Well, here's the promised post before Oct. 31...but since I'm so nice, and done early...you may get a couple more outta me by then, since my muse came back from a long absence....REVIEW PLEASE, at this point I'm VERY open to suggestions and criticism!! MORE LATA!