Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns Buffy and Angel. I own Kyra O'Connor.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Cordelia/Angel, Buffy/Spike (eventually), Kyra/you'll see, the basic couples
Summary: An old friend of Angel's comes to LA in search of a newly souled vampire. But finds a lot more then she bargains on the trip.
Now, on with the story;
Chapter 1 Someone New
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Early evening just before sunset, a lone figure stood at the door to the Hyperion Hotel, hesitant to go in. Sighing lightly, a leather covered hand appeared from beneath a very heavy black cloak and reached for the door handle.
"Good evening Cordy." A rather chipper Angel announced as he waltzed into the office. Cordelia Chase looked up from the magazine on the desk with a slight frown on her face.
"Ok, who are you and what have you done with Angel?" She asked lightly. Angel raised his brows as he looked at her.
"What? Can't a guy be happy to be up and about?" Cordy leaned back in her chair to study her boss. Something was definitely up. Sensing the vibe she was giving off he looked away; "I just have a good feeling about today. You know, good business sense."
"Since when have you ever had good business sense?" She was about to respond when the main door was opened; "See, a customer." As a dark clad figure stepped through the doorway Angel tensed.
"Welcome to Angel Investigations, how can we be of service?" Cordy asked brightly. As she began to walk forward Angel grabbed her arm. She turned to him and frowned.
"Let me handle this." He whispered. Not taking his eyes off the figure. Cordy gave him a strange look as he proceeded to toward the new arrival; "Can I help you?" He asked in a semi-stern tone.
Slowly the small leather covered hands came up to push back the hood of the cloak revealing a face Angel never thought he'd see again. The corners of the pink lips curled upward as the hazelnut brown eyes began to twinkle. The new arrival stepped forward until close enough to touch the souled vampire.
"Allo, ...Liam." Came an unnatural calm voice from the woman in front of him. Angel's eyes widened at the revelation. His voice caught in his throat. His brain working over time to bring the name to his lips.
Though he had met the woman only once in his existence, her presence in LA of all places, confused him. She was old among the old. His own unlife to her was merely hours compared to the existence and experience she held. All this time with a soul, he had forgotten the one that preceded him in stature. Even Angelus had forgotten about her. This woman, one so old she had lived only ninety-eight years after the Son of God had ascended into heaven. She was only ninety-eight years younger then the legend of Christ himself. Only, he had forgotten her name.
Angel blinked several times frowning. Trying to bring to the surface the name she had given herself at the time of her turning. He knew it was Persian for light, but then the Irish meaning was dark. Both sides of which she had. But why couldn't he remember?
The young looking woman smiled at him. He couldn't remember. Her smile broadened.
"Ye dinnae remember me child?" With almost a silly grin she stepped around him and gazed at the interior of the Hyperion. Cordy stepped forward.
"Are you an old friend of Angel's? I'm Cordelia." The brunette held out her hand. The woman gave her a friendly smile and shook her hand. As soon as they touched, Cordy froze. Even through the glove, the hand of the woman was ice cold. Colder then even Angel's.
"Nae to worry Las, I dinnae bite humans. Na'er have," she looked over at Angel; "Na'er will." Her shoulder length light brown hair hung loosely, a few strands escaping from behind her ear. Angel turned stiffly to the new comer. She almost laughed.
"Ye me laddy, yet nae of my name? I am surprised, 'tis been many a year since we spoke last." The heavy Irish accented voice flowed into his ears. Then suddenly, like a light switch, he remembered.
"Kyra Della O'Connor." He stated, almost happy with himself. Why had it been that hard to remember a simple name that helped change his life? A brilliant smile shown on the creamy pale face.
"'Bout time Liam O'Dell. Or do ye still go by way of Angelus? Demon with Th' face of an Angel."
"Actually, is was shorten. Just Angel now."
"Aye 'tis. Going from Th' Demon to just a vampire with a soul." Her voice held a hint of amusement as she spoke. Angel relaxed visibly.
"You should know Kyra. You can smell a soul a mile away. Or have you forgotten about you own?" He added with a smile.
"Nae dear Liam I have nae forgotten about my own." Without a second thought Angel walked over and hugged the small woman. Seemingly forgotten, Cordelia stepped closer to the two.
"Um, excuse me, but uh ... what's going on?" She wondered.
"I was about to asked the same thing." Angel turned his head to see Fred and Gunn step into the lobby. A strange look on Gunn's face.
Angel slipped an arm over Kyra's shoulders and turned her to face his three friends.
"This, my friends, is Kyra Della O'Connor." He glanced down at her with a look of pride in his eyes; "She was kind of a mentor of mine back in ... when was it? Nineteen o three?" Kyra nodded.
"So to speak, aye."
Gunn was immediately on guard; "You're a vampire?" Kyra slipped from Angel's arm and stepped to Gunn and Fred.
"Aye, would I be anythin' else for having known L-Angel sin' nineteen hundred an three?" Gunn took a step back.
"So have you come to help Angelus or kill us?" The young black man asked. Kyra looked at Angel.
"I take it your friends know naught of my existence?" Angel reached up and scratched his head.
"Well, Ky, honestly I kinda, well forgot." Though she tried to look stern, the amusement in her eyes was impossible to hide; "Ok, how about we all go in the office so I can explain." He suggested.
"That would help." Cordy exclaimed as she turned on her heel and went to the office.
Once all were seated, Angel looked at Kyra.
"Something to drink?"
"Aye t'would be nice." She smiled.
"Ok, you're a vampire." Fred stated.
"Aye child, that I am."
"Sooo ...what are you doing here? And are you planning anything bad?" Gunn gently slipped an arm around Fred's shoulders.
"Here you are." Angel said as he handed Kyra a tall glass of warmed blood.
"Thank you my friend." The tall vampire took a seat at the desk.
"What did you mean that you've never bite a human and never will?" Cordelia blurted out. Curiosity getting the better of her.
"It's true." Angel began; "Kyra has yet to feed on human blood. As a vampire with a soul, she would feel the remorse of killing." Gunn blinked then stared at her.
"I thought Angel was the only one."
"Actually, Angel here is the second of now three currently walking 'round. And 'tis nae true, I have feed on human blood, just ones that were already gone." She stated.
"Three?" Angel wondered.
"Aye. 'Tis why I've come. To do as I did with ye. Guide him." Kyra took a long swallow of the warm glass in her hand; "Pigs blood? I would have thought ye would have cow or at least mare's blood."
"I take what I can get." Angel told her.
"So, how long have you had your soul?" Cordy asked. Kyra looked at Angel.
"Actually, ... Kyra never lost her soul." The three stared hard at their boss; "There was no explanation for it, nor is there anything written about her."
"That would be incorrect dear Liam. I have many if nae all the writings and prophecies 'bout myself." Their gaze shifted to her; "For instance four hundred years ago I located a prophecy stating that I would go mad with bloodlust in th' mid seventeen hundreds. Na'er happen'd. Just 'cause some prophet writes it down is nae what truly happens." Kyra shifted comfortably in her chair; "There is one prophecy that was written forty years b'fore my mum bore me. It stated that a young girl of th' old people would be turned. Her soul shall be kept."
Kyra's eyes seemed to cloud over as she spoke; "This girl was to be special. A slayer and a witch it read." All breathing nearly stopped at her words; "As ye may know, once a slayer passes another arises to take her place. Th' prophecy goes to say that once this slayer is turned, she shall retain th' soul she had in life. She shall assist future slayers and those of th' undead that are cursed with the gift she is given.
"So 'tis why I've come. To help the new one." She finished.
"How old are you?" Cordelia nosed curiously.
"One thousand nine hundred and two years old." Angel said, staring at Kyra. Again, dead silence took the room. With a light smile, Kyra looked down at her nearly empty glass.
"Are you saying that there have been more like you and Angel and this new one?" Fred inquired.
"Aye child. Many. Unfortunately I was nae always able to guide them. Liam here was the first to survive past two years."
"Liam?" Gunn quirked an eyebrow in Angel's direction.
"My human name. Ky please, just call me Angel."
"So, where is this other one?" Cordy asked. Kyra looked at Cordelia. She liked this young one. She could see the Ankate demon just barely brimming the surface of the brunette. The gentle demons had always chosen bright, intelligent and strong willed individuals to share their powers.
"In a slip of a town not far from here. It's called, ..." She though a moment before she remembered; "Ah, Sunnydale." Both Cordy's and Angel's eyes widened. Instantly Kyra noticed a change in Angel. A sorrowful look had come over him. Once of loss and regret. And love? She picked up on the feelings with in moments.
"Aye lad. The love of a slayer is nae easily forgotten."
"How did you ..." Angel tried to swallow the lump in his throat. Kyra smiled sweetly.
"My dear, surely ye don't believe that after nearly two millennia I've nae picked up a few things?" Another set of feelings began to illuminate the room. Kyra turned to Cordy; "Ye are part demon, are ye nae?" Looking like a dear caught in headlights, Cordy just nodded; "Do ye know what kind?" No sound escaped the brunettes mouth, only a small shake of her head; "Well lass, I might have some info that may be of slight interest, on what you are."
"O-ok." Was all Cordelia could bring herself to say. Kyra looked around the room.
"I believe I've given enough information for one evening." Slowly she stood; "If ye shall be 'round tomorrow at four, I shall bring th' literature and hopefully discuss the matter of the new one." After receiving only slight nods, she left the office, then the Hyperion. Leaving three stumped humans and one very broody vampire.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Cordelia/Angel, Buffy/Spike (eventually), Kyra/you'll see, the basic couples
Summary: An old friend of Angel's comes to LA in search of a newly souled vampire. But finds a lot more then she bargains on the trip.
Now, on with the story;
Chapter 1 Someone New
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Early evening just before sunset, a lone figure stood at the door to the Hyperion Hotel, hesitant to go in. Sighing lightly, a leather covered hand appeared from beneath a very heavy black cloak and reached for the door handle.
"Good evening Cordy." A rather chipper Angel announced as he waltzed into the office. Cordelia Chase looked up from the magazine on the desk with a slight frown on her face.
"Ok, who are you and what have you done with Angel?" She asked lightly. Angel raised his brows as he looked at her.
"What? Can't a guy be happy to be up and about?" Cordy leaned back in her chair to study her boss. Something was definitely up. Sensing the vibe she was giving off he looked away; "I just have a good feeling about today. You know, good business sense."
"Since when have you ever had good business sense?" She was about to respond when the main door was opened; "See, a customer." As a dark clad figure stepped through the doorway Angel tensed.
"Welcome to Angel Investigations, how can we be of service?" Cordy asked brightly. As she began to walk forward Angel grabbed her arm. She turned to him and frowned.
"Let me handle this." He whispered. Not taking his eyes off the figure. Cordy gave him a strange look as he proceeded to toward the new arrival; "Can I help you?" He asked in a semi-stern tone.
Slowly the small leather covered hands came up to push back the hood of the cloak revealing a face Angel never thought he'd see again. The corners of the pink lips curled upward as the hazelnut brown eyes began to twinkle. The new arrival stepped forward until close enough to touch the souled vampire.
"Allo, ...Liam." Came an unnatural calm voice from the woman in front of him. Angel's eyes widened at the revelation. His voice caught in his throat. His brain working over time to bring the name to his lips.
Though he had met the woman only once in his existence, her presence in LA of all places, confused him. She was old among the old. His own unlife to her was merely hours compared to the existence and experience she held. All this time with a soul, he had forgotten the one that preceded him in stature. Even Angelus had forgotten about her. This woman, one so old she had lived only ninety-eight years after the Son of God had ascended into heaven. She was only ninety-eight years younger then the legend of Christ himself. Only, he had forgotten her name.
Angel blinked several times frowning. Trying to bring to the surface the name she had given herself at the time of her turning. He knew it was Persian for light, but then the Irish meaning was dark. Both sides of which she had. But why couldn't he remember?
The young looking woman smiled at him. He couldn't remember. Her smile broadened.
"Ye dinnae remember me child?" With almost a silly grin she stepped around him and gazed at the interior of the Hyperion. Cordy stepped forward.
"Are you an old friend of Angel's? I'm Cordelia." The brunette held out her hand. The woman gave her a friendly smile and shook her hand. As soon as they touched, Cordy froze. Even through the glove, the hand of the woman was ice cold. Colder then even Angel's.
"Nae to worry Las, I dinnae bite humans. Na'er have," she looked over at Angel; "Na'er will." Her shoulder length light brown hair hung loosely, a few strands escaping from behind her ear. Angel turned stiffly to the new comer. She almost laughed.
"Ye me laddy, yet nae of my name? I am surprised, 'tis been many a year since we spoke last." The heavy Irish accented voice flowed into his ears. Then suddenly, like a light switch, he remembered.
"Kyra Della O'Connor." He stated, almost happy with himself. Why had it been that hard to remember a simple name that helped change his life? A brilliant smile shown on the creamy pale face.
"'Bout time Liam O'Dell. Or do ye still go by way of Angelus? Demon with Th' face of an Angel."
"Actually, is was shorten. Just Angel now."
"Aye 'tis. Going from Th' Demon to just a vampire with a soul." Her voice held a hint of amusement as she spoke. Angel relaxed visibly.
"You should know Kyra. You can smell a soul a mile away. Or have you forgotten about you own?" He added with a smile.
"Nae dear Liam I have nae forgotten about my own." Without a second thought Angel walked over and hugged the small woman. Seemingly forgotten, Cordelia stepped closer to the two.
"Um, excuse me, but uh ... what's going on?" She wondered.
"I was about to asked the same thing." Angel turned his head to see Fred and Gunn step into the lobby. A strange look on Gunn's face.
Angel slipped an arm over Kyra's shoulders and turned her to face his three friends.
"This, my friends, is Kyra Della O'Connor." He glanced down at her with a look of pride in his eyes; "She was kind of a mentor of mine back in ... when was it? Nineteen o three?" Kyra nodded.
"So to speak, aye."
Gunn was immediately on guard; "You're a vampire?" Kyra slipped from Angel's arm and stepped to Gunn and Fred.
"Aye, would I be anythin' else for having known L-Angel sin' nineteen hundred an three?" Gunn took a step back.
"So have you come to help Angelus or kill us?" The young black man asked. Kyra looked at Angel.
"I take it your friends know naught of my existence?" Angel reached up and scratched his head.
"Well, Ky, honestly I kinda, well forgot." Though she tried to look stern, the amusement in her eyes was impossible to hide; "Ok, how about we all go in the office so I can explain." He suggested.
"That would help." Cordy exclaimed as she turned on her heel and went to the office.
Once all were seated, Angel looked at Kyra.
"Something to drink?"
"Aye t'would be nice." She smiled.
"Ok, you're a vampire." Fred stated.
"Aye child, that I am."
"Sooo ...what are you doing here? And are you planning anything bad?" Gunn gently slipped an arm around Fred's shoulders.
"Here you are." Angel said as he handed Kyra a tall glass of warmed blood.
"Thank you my friend." The tall vampire took a seat at the desk.
"What did you mean that you've never bite a human and never will?" Cordelia blurted out. Curiosity getting the better of her.
"It's true." Angel began; "Kyra has yet to feed on human blood. As a vampire with a soul, she would feel the remorse of killing." Gunn blinked then stared at her.
"I thought Angel was the only one."
"Actually, Angel here is the second of now three currently walking 'round. And 'tis nae true, I have feed on human blood, just ones that were already gone." She stated.
"Three?" Angel wondered.
"Aye. 'Tis why I've come. To do as I did with ye. Guide him." Kyra took a long swallow of the warm glass in her hand; "Pigs blood? I would have thought ye would have cow or at least mare's blood."
"I take what I can get." Angel told her.
"So, how long have you had your soul?" Cordy asked. Kyra looked at Angel.
"Actually, ... Kyra never lost her soul." The three stared hard at their boss; "There was no explanation for it, nor is there anything written about her."
"That would be incorrect dear Liam. I have many if nae all the writings and prophecies 'bout myself." Their gaze shifted to her; "For instance four hundred years ago I located a prophecy stating that I would go mad with bloodlust in th' mid seventeen hundreds. Na'er happen'd. Just 'cause some prophet writes it down is nae what truly happens." Kyra shifted comfortably in her chair; "There is one prophecy that was written forty years b'fore my mum bore me. It stated that a young girl of th' old people would be turned. Her soul shall be kept."
Kyra's eyes seemed to cloud over as she spoke; "This girl was to be special. A slayer and a witch it read." All breathing nearly stopped at her words; "As ye may know, once a slayer passes another arises to take her place. Th' prophecy goes to say that once this slayer is turned, she shall retain th' soul she had in life. She shall assist future slayers and those of th' undead that are cursed with the gift she is given.
"So 'tis why I've come. To help the new one." She finished.
"How old are you?" Cordelia nosed curiously.
"One thousand nine hundred and two years old." Angel said, staring at Kyra. Again, dead silence took the room. With a light smile, Kyra looked down at her nearly empty glass.
"Are you saying that there have been more like you and Angel and this new one?" Fred inquired.
"Aye child. Many. Unfortunately I was nae always able to guide them. Liam here was the first to survive past two years."
"Liam?" Gunn quirked an eyebrow in Angel's direction.
"My human name. Ky please, just call me Angel."
"So, where is this other one?" Cordy asked. Kyra looked at Cordelia. She liked this young one. She could see the Ankate demon just barely brimming the surface of the brunette. The gentle demons had always chosen bright, intelligent and strong willed individuals to share their powers.
"In a slip of a town not far from here. It's called, ..." She though a moment before she remembered; "Ah, Sunnydale." Both Cordy's and Angel's eyes widened. Instantly Kyra noticed a change in Angel. A sorrowful look had come over him. Once of loss and regret. And love? She picked up on the feelings with in moments.
"Aye lad. The love of a slayer is nae easily forgotten."
"How did you ..." Angel tried to swallow the lump in his throat. Kyra smiled sweetly.
"My dear, surely ye don't believe that after nearly two millennia I've nae picked up a few things?" Another set of feelings began to illuminate the room. Kyra turned to Cordy; "Ye are part demon, are ye nae?" Looking like a dear caught in headlights, Cordy just nodded; "Do ye know what kind?" No sound escaped the brunettes mouth, only a small shake of her head; "Well lass, I might have some info that may be of slight interest, on what you are."
"O-ok." Was all Cordelia could bring herself to say. Kyra looked around the room.
"I believe I've given enough information for one evening." Slowly she stood; "If ye shall be 'round tomorrow at four, I shall bring th' literature and hopefully discuss the matter of the new one." After receiving only slight nods, she left the office, then the Hyperion. Leaving three stumped humans and one very broody vampire.