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.
On with the fic;
Chapter 2 Discovery
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Around four the next afternoon Angel wandered down the stairs to the lobby. Gunn, Fred and Cordy were hovering around the lobby's main desk when Angel walked up.
"What's going on?" He wondered. Gunn turned to him.
"Well, we were just wondering how Kyra's gonna get here. If she's not familiar with LA, she won't know the underground systems." Angel took note that all three seemed rather worried.
"Well, uh, I really don't -" He was cut off by the main door opening. Sunlight poured in as the small black-cloaked figure stepped in pulling a large trunk supported on wheels behind her; "That's how." Angel finished. Cordy ran over to Kyra to pull her out of the sunlight. A light laughter reached all ears.
"Lassie, ye think a slight bit o' sunlight would harm me?" Shaking her head Kyra closed the door and lowered her hood; "There is much to learn 'bout me."
Gunn's eyes nearly popped out of his skull; "How did ... but the ... your not ..."
"I've ways 'round th' sunlight." Kyra laughed again. She glanced at Angel; "Would ye mind dear?"
"Oh, yea." Angel shook his head and hurried to take the load of the trunk off Kyra. Fred walked up to her rather edgy.
"How are you able to walk in the day light?"
"Ah, an inquisitive one. Tell ye what?" Kyra untied the cloak and slipped it off handing it the smallest of the bunch; "Look closely at th' cloth and what 'tis made of. I've got many a scar b'fore making the correct combination." Fred frowned as she turned toward the office for a new study project.
"What's she gonna find?" Gunn inquired. Kyra smiled at the protectiveness in the young mans voice.
"Nae that would harm her. 'Tis all organic."
"So, ... what's in the trunk?" Cordy asked.
"Well, prophecies, books and the like." The small vampire knelt next to the trunk and pulled a thin chain from around her neck. Revealing a small key. Popping the lock she pushed open the lid. The contents were scattered about. Scrolls were neatly rolled for safekeeping; books lined the bottom and a smaller box sat atop of it all. Kyra reached in and picked up a black leather bound book and stood up.
"This book should give you enough knowledge about the demon that resides in ye self." Cordelia took it and carefully opened the old book. She frowned as she skimmed a couple of pages.
"I can't read this, it's not in English." Kyra smiled.
"Nae to worry. Just concentrate and ye'll do fine." With that, Cordy wandered off to meditate.
Angel picked up the top book and opened it carefully as to not hurt the spine. It was old, much older then he. The language alone was enough to indicate that.
"Ky, what language is this?" The small vampire frowned as she stepped closer to her kinsman. Brushing a strand of hair behind her ear she looked over his shoulder.
"Ah, 'tis ancient Arabic. 'Tis very uncommon t' find a prophecy in that form. Half of Arabia can nae read it." She slipped her hands into her pockets; "Believe me I've asked."
"You said something about a new vampire with a soul?" Gunn asked walking up to her. The smile she gave him was gentle.
"Aye. Howe'er he's not new." Angel frowned as he glanced at woman next to him.
"Do you know his name?" Kyra's brows creased with thought.
"Um, I think it's ... something bloody." She shook her head; "I do nae remember." It was Angel's turn to frown. The only bloody he knew was Spike. Who just happened to be in ... Sunnydale. His brows shot up.
"William the Bloody?" He questioned.
"I'm not quite sure, but that sounds accurate." To keep himself from fainting, Angel sat heavily on the couch in the middle of the lounge; "Angel?"
"Spike has a soul." The words were spoken so quietly that only Kyra heard them. Slowly she sat next to him.
He hadn't heard from Buffy nor any of the Scoobies in quite some time so he had no idea what may have transpired in the small town. It had been three, almost four years since he had seen any of them. Except Willow, who had kept in silent contact. Especially after what had happened nearly two and a half years ago. For some reason, the young Wiccan had decided to keep in contact after her stint with dark magic. A human with human means had killed her lover. Tara was her name, he remembered. The picture he had seen of the two showed their true happiness to him.
Willow had explained that they had recently gotten back together after her promise and practice of not using magic. A junky she had called herself. Since then, Willow called on a regular basis. Angel and the Wiccan had something in common; they had both tried to end the world.
"Angel?" Kyra's voice seeped into his thoughts, bringing him out.
"Huh?" He glanced at her. Then something hit him and a slow smile crept across his face; "Oh, yea. Um, how long has he had this soul?"
"I believe I was told, about two years or so." Angel nodded.
"Well, looks like you'll be wanting to get over to Sunnydale soon then?" Kyra frowned, was he trying to get rid of her already?
"I suppose." The dark haired vampire stood quickly.
"Let me make a phone call quick." With the thought on his mind he nearly ran to the office almost knocking over Cordelia in the process. With a quick I'm sorry he continued to the phone.
"What was that about?" The brunette asked as she entered the lobby. Kyra shrugged.
"No idea. So what did ye discover?" She asked as she stood.
"Well, you were right, I can read it. But, how did you know?" Kyra chuckled lightly.
"My dear, the Ankate demon presence is nae difficult to find in ones aura." Cordy frowned.
"Ankate demon?" She questioned.
"'Tis the demon you took in."
Nodding slowly Cordy gave Kyra a questioning gaze; "Aura?"
"I do magick's child. Have for many a year."
The two continued to talk about the Ankate and there purpose. In the office, Angel glanced out the lobby window. He had almost a childish grin on his face. With the phone in one hand and his address book in the other, he waited for the red headed witch to pick up the phone.
One ring, two rings, three rings. He was about to hang up when someone picked up on the forth ring.
"Summers residents." He knew the voice.
"Hey Willow." After a short hesitation she spoke.
"You are so lucky Buffy didn't answer Angel. She on a guy-hating rampage right now. New boyfriend didn't work out." Angel chuckled.
"Sorry to hear that."
"So what's up? Just call to say hi?"
"Actually no I didn't. Well, yea I did but I also called to ask you a favor."
"What kind of a favor?" Curiosity was always one of Willow's better traits.
"A long time friend just came to town and will be leaving for Sunnydale sometime in the next few days."
"Ok ... what's the favor"
"Well, let me explain a little about my friend before I ask. First, she is a vampire." There was a small groan from the other line; "Second, she has a soul. Now I know with both spike and I that isn't much of a shock, but here's the thing. She never lost her soul." There was a pause.
"What do you mean, never lost her soul?"
"When she was turned, normally your soul is swallowed by the demon that sires you. For some reason, her soul wasn't taken. She has never drank human blood and never will." Another pause.
"A vampire that hasn't drank from a human. You can't be serious. How old is she, like two years old, every vampire drinks from a human at least once."
"Well, she hasn't. And she is quite a bit older then I am."
"What like five or six hundred?"
"Try nineteen hundred." There was dead silence over the line. The only thing he could hear was Buffy in the background ranting and raving about something or other; "Willow, you still there?"
"Uh, yea I'm here. S-so what's the favor?" The nervousness could be felt through the phone line.
"I want you to welcome her to Sunnydale. I'll send something with her for Buffy so she doesn't stake her." Again silence; "Willow you're scaring me."
"Why me?" She wondered.
"You'll see when she gets there." Angel could almost hear the gears working in willows mind trying to come up with an excuse to say no.
"When am I to meet her, and where?" He knew he loved the girl for some reason. She had a big heart.
"Give us three days. I'll phone with the location and when."
"Alright Angel. You know only for you will I do this."
"I know Willow, and I love you for it."
"I know you do, but you owe me."
"You bet, thanks Will."
"You're welcome Angel, I'll look forward to your call."
"Bye Willow." He hung up the phone and glanced back out to the lobby. Now all he had to do was make sure Kyra was going to be comfortable with Willow looking out for her. And from the looks of it, he may have to stave off Cordy, Gunn and Fred so the poor girl could leave. They seemed to be getting along fabulously. He walked out of the office to hear Fred just come off her research high finding out about the cloak Kyra wore in daylight.
"This is absolutely amazing. I'm gonna have to make one for Angel."
The vampire in question chuckled; "I'm not a cloak type of person Fred but thanks for the offer." Fred let out an unintelligible grumble; "But feel free to make one you know. Just in case."
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.
On with the fic;
Chapter 2 Discovery
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Around four the next afternoon Angel wandered down the stairs to the lobby. Gunn, Fred and Cordy were hovering around the lobby's main desk when Angel walked up.
"What's going on?" He wondered. Gunn turned to him.
"Well, we were just wondering how Kyra's gonna get here. If she's not familiar with LA, she won't know the underground systems." Angel took note that all three seemed rather worried.
"Well, uh, I really don't -" He was cut off by the main door opening. Sunlight poured in as the small black-cloaked figure stepped in pulling a large trunk supported on wheels behind her; "That's how." Angel finished. Cordy ran over to Kyra to pull her out of the sunlight. A light laughter reached all ears.
"Lassie, ye think a slight bit o' sunlight would harm me?" Shaking her head Kyra closed the door and lowered her hood; "There is much to learn 'bout me."
Gunn's eyes nearly popped out of his skull; "How did ... but the ... your not ..."
"I've ways 'round th' sunlight." Kyra laughed again. She glanced at Angel; "Would ye mind dear?"
"Oh, yea." Angel shook his head and hurried to take the load of the trunk off Kyra. Fred walked up to her rather edgy.
"How are you able to walk in the day light?"
"Ah, an inquisitive one. Tell ye what?" Kyra untied the cloak and slipped it off handing it the smallest of the bunch; "Look closely at th' cloth and what 'tis made of. I've got many a scar b'fore making the correct combination." Fred frowned as she turned toward the office for a new study project.
"What's she gonna find?" Gunn inquired. Kyra smiled at the protectiveness in the young mans voice.
"Nae that would harm her. 'Tis all organic."
"So, ... what's in the trunk?" Cordy asked.
"Well, prophecies, books and the like." The small vampire knelt next to the trunk and pulled a thin chain from around her neck. Revealing a small key. Popping the lock she pushed open the lid. The contents were scattered about. Scrolls were neatly rolled for safekeeping; books lined the bottom and a smaller box sat atop of it all. Kyra reached in and picked up a black leather bound book and stood up.
"This book should give you enough knowledge about the demon that resides in ye self." Cordelia took it and carefully opened the old book. She frowned as she skimmed a couple of pages.
"I can't read this, it's not in English." Kyra smiled.
"Nae to worry. Just concentrate and ye'll do fine." With that, Cordy wandered off to meditate.
Angel picked up the top book and opened it carefully as to not hurt the spine. It was old, much older then he. The language alone was enough to indicate that.
"Ky, what language is this?" The small vampire frowned as she stepped closer to her kinsman. Brushing a strand of hair behind her ear she looked over his shoulder.
"Ah, 'tis ancient Arabic. 'Tis very uncommon t' find a prophecy in that form. Half of Arabia can nae read it." She slipped her hands into her pockets; "Believe me I've asked."
"You said something about a new vampire with a soul?" Gunn asked walking up to her. The smile she gave him was gentle.
"Aye. Howe'er he's not new." Angel frowned as he glanced at woman next to him.
"Do you know his name?" Kyra's brows creased with thought.
"Um, I think it's ... something bloody." She shook her head; "I do nae remember." It was Angel's turn to frown. The only bloody he knew was Spike. Who just happened to be in ... Sunnydale. His brows shot up.
"William the Bloody?" He questioned.
"I'm not quite sure, but that sounds accurate." To keep himself from fainting, Angel sat heavily on the couch in the middle of the lounge; "Angel?"
"Spike has a soul." The words were spoken so quietly that only Kyra heard them. Slowly she sat next to him.
He hadn't heard from Buffy nor any of the Scoobies in quite some time so he had no idea what may have transpired in the small town. It had been three, almost four years since he had seen any of them. Except Willow, who had kept in silent contact. Especially after what had happened nearly two and a half years ago. For some reason, the young Wiccan had decided to keep in contact after her stint with dark magic. A human with human means had killed her lover. Tara was her name, he remembered. The picture he had seen of the two showed their true happiness to him.
Willow had explained that they had recently gotten back together after her promise and practice of not using magic. A junky she had called herself. Since then, Willow called on a regular basis. Angel and the Wiccan had something in common; they had both tried to end the world.
"Angel?" Kyra's voice seeped into his thoughts, bringing him out.
"Huh?" He glanced at her. Then something hit him and a slow smile crept across his face; "Oh, yea. Um, how long has he had this soul?"
"I believe I was told, about two years or so." Angel nodded.
"Well, looks like you'll be wanting to get over to Sunnydale soon then?" Kyra frowned, was he trying to get rid of her already?
"I suppose." The dark haired vampire stood quickly.
"Let me make a phone call quick." With the thought on his mind he nearly ran to the office almost knocking over Cordelia in the process. With a quick I'm sorry he continued to the phone.
"What was that about?" The brunette asked as she entered the lobby. Kyra shrugged.
"No idea. So what did ye discover?" She asked as she stood.
"Well, you were right, I can read it. But, how did you know?" Kyra chuckled lightly.
"My dear, the Ankate demon presence is nae difficult to find in ones aura." Cordy frowned.
"Ankate demon?" She questioned.
"'Tis the demon you took in."
Nodding slowly Cordy gave Kyra a questioning gaze; "Aura?"
"I do magick's child. Have for many a year."
The two continued to talk about the Ankate and there purpose. In the office, Angel glanced out the lobby window. He had almost a childish grin on his face. With the phone in one hand and his address book in the other, he waited for the red headed witch to pick up the phone.
One ring, two rings, three rings. He was about to hang up when someone picked up on the forth ring.
"Summers residents." He knew the voice.
"Hey Willow." After a short hesitation she spoke.
"You are so lucky Buffy didn't answer Angel. She on a guy-hating rampage right now. New boyfriend didn't work out." Angel chuckled.
"Sorry to hear that."
"So what's up? Just call to say hi?"
"Actually no I didn't. Well, yea I did but I also called to ask you a favor."
"What kind of a favor?" Curiosity was always one of Willow's better traits.
"A long time friend just came to town and will be leaving for Sunnydale sometime in the next few days."
"Ok ... what's the favor"
"Well, let me explain a little about my friend before I ask. First, she is a vampire." There was a small groan from the other line; "Second, she has a soul. Now I know with both spike and I that isn't much of a shock, but here's the thing. She never lost her soul." There was a pause.
"What do you mean, never lost her soul?"
"When she was turned, normally your soul is swallowed by the demon that sires you. For some reason, her soul wasn't taken. She has never drank human blood and never will." Another pause.
"A vampire that hasn't drank from a human. You can't be serious. How old is she, like two years old, every vampire drinks from a human at least once."
"Well, she hasn't. And she is quite a bit older then I am."
"What like five or six hundred?"
"Try nineteen hundred." There was dead silence over the line. The only thing he could hear was Buffy in the background ranting and raving about something or other; "Willow, you still there?"
"Uh, yea I'm here. S-so what's the favor?" The nervousness could be felt through the phone line.
"I want you to welcome her to Sunnydale. I'll send something with her for Buffy so she doesn't stake her." Again silence; "Willow you're scaring me."
"Why me?" She wondered.
"You'll see when she gets there." Angel could almost hear the gears working in willows mind trying to come up with an excuse to say no.
"When am I to meet her, and where?" He knew he loved the girl for some reason. She had a big heart.
"Give us three days. I'll phone with the location and when."
"Alright Angel. You know only for you will I do this."
"I know Willow, and I love you for it."
"I know you do, but you owe me."
"You bet, thanks Will."
"You're welcome Angel, I'll look forward to your call."
"Bye Willow." He hung up the phone and glanced back out to the lobby. Now all he had to do was make sure Kyra was going to be comfortable with Willow looking out for her. And from the looks of it, he may have to stave off Cordy, Gunn and Fred so the poor girl could leave. They seemed to be getting along fabulously. He walked out of the office to hear Fred just come off her research high finding out about the cloak Kyra wore in daylight.
"This is absolutely amazing. I'm gonna have to make one for Angel."
The vampire in question chuckled; "I'm not a cloak type of person Fred but thanks for the offer." Fred let out an unintelligible grumble; "But feel free to make one you know. Just in case."