"Spike" Angel sighed looking over at the occupant of the seat next to him
in the bar.
"Don't say it Peaches." Spike warned.
"We've looked all over L.A., checked out every source I know three different times. Let's face it this guy is gone. He left no paper trail and could be anywhere including Sunnydale."
"I want Anne safe. She's not going to be safe until we kill this guy."
"News flash: Anne's never going to be safe." Angel screamed angrily. As Spike was leaving, he grabbed him. "Death is hard on all of us. We all lost Tomorrow and Connor. We all lost Buffy not just you. You're treating this like your own personal crusade against anyone who would deface her memory. Tomorrow was an amazing person and it was wonderful that she was turning the books you wrote about Buffy into movies, but the movies can't bring Buffy back and finding their killer won't bring Tomorrow and Connor back. Anne's scared. She's never told anyone about her power until she opened up to you. She doesn't understand what it's like to be a slayer. Now she's living in a strange city with family she hardly knows and the one person who's familiar to her and could train and help her is too busy fighting the guilt that he couldn't save his daughter like he couldn't save his wife. It's not your fault that they died. Buffy and Tomorrow did what they did willingly. But it is your fault if you leave that scared little girl sitting at home not knowing what's going to happen to her or if her grandfather's coming back, because you see she feels just as alone as you do. Maybe you can help each other."
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When Cordy walked downstairs at midnight she was surprised to hear the television on and a painfully familiar voice. "Honey, come to bed." She begged Anne watching home movies they had of Tomorrow and Connor.
"They were great parents. I know some people think that making all those movies and all the fame separated them from me, but it is not true. I went home almost every weekend and on school holidays went to the set. They loved me a lot and were proud of showing me off. Mom even e-mailed me every few hours when she had a break and was in her trailer. That's what mom did on breaks, she wrote to me. The e-mails were never really long, but it helped us talk about stuff. I could talk to her about my problems. The only reason they put me in the school was to keep some order in my life and to protect me. I guess they thought that the sisters and all the crucifixes would stop any stray vampires from attacking me. They protected me and I couldn't protect them."
"Anne, your fifteen, it's not your job to save your parents." Cordy hugged her granddaughter as they sat on the couch.
"Yes it is. Grandma Buffy was saving Great Grandma Joyce from a killer robot and Mom was fighting without her powers because they hadn't come yet, but mine have and I should have done something. Why didn't the vision come the day before when I could have helped? Why couldn't I save them?
"Don't say it Peaches." Spike warned.
"We've looked all over L.A., checked out every source I know three different times. Let's face it this guy is gone. He left no paper trail and could be anywhere including Sunnydale."
"I want Anne safe. She's not going to be safe until we kill this guy."
"News flash: Anne's never going to be safe." Angel screamed angrily. As Spike was leaving, he grabbed him. "Death is hard on all of us. We all lost Tomorrow and Connor. We all lost Buffy not just you. You're treating this like your own personal crusade against anyone who would deface her memory. Tomorrow was an amazing person and it was wonderful that she was turning the books you wrote about Buffy into movies, but the movies can't bring Buffy back and finding their killer won't bring Tomorrow and Connor back. Anne's scared. She's never told anyone about her power until she opened up to you. She doesn't understand what it's like to be a slayer. Now she's living in a strange city with family she hardly knows and the one person who's familiar to her and could train and help her is too busy fighting the guilt that he couldn't save his daughter like he couldn't save his wife. It's not your fault that they died. Buffy and Tomorrow did what they did willingly. But it is your fault if you leave that scared little girl sitting at home not knowing what's going to happen to her or if her grandfather's coming back, because you see she feels just as alone as you do. Maybe you can help each other."
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When Cordy walked downstairs at midnight she was surprised to hear the television on and a painfully familiar voice. "Honey, come to bed." She begged Anne watching home movies they had of Tomorrow and Connor.
"They were great parents. I know some people think that making all those movies and all the fame separated them from me, but it is not true. I went home almost every weekend and on school holidays went to the set. They loved me a lot and were proud of showing me off. Mom even e-mailed me every few hours when she had a break and was in her trailer. That's what mom did on breaks, she wrote to me. The e-mails were never really long, but it helped us talk about stuff. I could talk to her about my problems. The only reason they put me in the school was to keep some order in my life and to protect me. I guess they thought that the sisters and all the crucifixes would stop any stray vampires from attacking me. They protected me and I couldn't protect them."
"Anne, your fifteen, it's not your job to save your parents." Cordy hugged her granddaughter as they sat on the couch.
"Yes it is. Grandma Buffy was saving Great Grandma Joyce from a killer robot and Mom was fighting without her powers because they hadn't come yet, but mine have and I should have done something. Why didn't the vision come the day before when I could have helped? Why couldn't I save them?
