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.
Superstar Kid, glad you like Kyra. As for the Scooby gang's reaction, you'll find out in the next chapter. A little unexpected from the other fics out there. Fights occasionally, it will be explained why, and you'll just have to wait and see if there's a big bad to fight.
Now up;
Chapter 3 Preparing for Sunnydale
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The next three days passed rather uneventfully for the fang gang. It was spent with Cordelia absorbing information about her demon and Angel and the rest digging through the insane prophecies that had been written regarding their new friend.
"You know, most of these center around blood lust." Gunn stated; "There's one for the fifteen hundreds, the seventeen hundreds and well, now. You don't have blood lust now do you?" He inquired.
"Nae, I do nae." Kyra told him with a smile; "Howe'er, Angel I am a slight hungry." She added.
"In the fridge in the office."
"Thank ye." Kyra stood and headed off in search of the fridge. Gunn quirked a brow in Kyra's direction.
"Don't even think it Gunn. If you haven't noticed, she hasn't eaten all that much since she got here. She doesn't want to gross anyone out." Fred nudged Charles with her elbow.
"Come on now. We live with and work for a vampire, she shouldn't need to worry about that."
"On th' contrary dear Charles. I do worry about it." The vampire in question walked into the lobby with a mug in her hands.
"I didn't mean to offend you."
"None taken. But ye'r dear Winifred here is correct. See, I'm nae used to anyone accepting me for who or what I am. That's one thing I've learned from being around as long as I have. People judge before they see th' truth. And once they judge, 'tis hard to change ones mind." She sat down and took a sip; "So most of th' time I settle for scaring people into leaving me alone." She continued with a smirk.
Angel sat back and listened to the group banter. He just hoped that once in Sunnydale, she would find just as much hospitality. Especially from a little red head whom he had yet to call that day. Everyone seemed to be laughing at a private joke one of them had shared as he stood.
"Where are ye off to Angel?" Kyra asked.
"Just got to make a phone call." With a warm smile towards her he went to the office.
Angel sat at his desk and dialed the well memorized and known phone number hoping that someone hopefully Willow would answer. On the third ring someone picked up.
"Hello." The youthfulness of the voice told him that it was Dawn, Buffy's not so baby sister.
"May I speak to Willow Rosenberg please?" He asked, trying to disguise his voice.
"Sure, hold on." Though she covered the mouthpiece, Angel winced as she screeched Willow's name.
"Got it." The familiar female voice called out as he heard another phone being picked up. Nothing was said until Dawn had hung up the phone downstairs.
"Angel you there?"
"Yea. Ok, she's leaving tonight at ten thirty on a greyhound and should be there close to two thirty." Angel heard the slight scratches of a pen as she jotted the info down.
"The station on Dansel Street?"
"The one closest to the college." He responded.
"Yup, Dansel Street."
"Have one quick question for you."
"Go ahead."
"Can you look up any information on a prophecy about a vampire that is supposed to be on a major blood lust binge right now?"
"Sure, why? Is there something I should know about your friend?" Willow frowned into the phone.
"Nothing to worry about, just out of curiosity. I've read some of the prophecies on her, and none have come to pass. There was supposed to be something about her going into bloodlust over the past four days, but there has been nothing out of the ordinary here."
"Yea I'll look it up. You are sending something for me to give to Buffy. Right?"
"Yes Willow. Ky will have a letter addressed to Buffy in her hand when she steps off that bus tonight. But, as advanced as Buffy is, I don't think she's gonna need it."
Willow chuckled a little; "Buffy, ... advanced? Are you sure we're talking about the same girl here?"
"Funny coming from her best friend." The two had a quiet laugh.
"What's her name by the way?"
"Who's?"
"Your friend silly. I'd like to know what to call her when she gets here."
"Oh gees, its Kyra. Kyra Della O'Connor." He smiled with pride at the Irish name.
"That's pretty." Willow sat back on her bed for a moment and pondered the name. It was definitely Irish that much was a given.
"You'll like her. She smart as a whip, and if she hears me talking about her she'll kick my ass." His voice softened a little.
"How's Wesley doing?" The Wiccan asked out of the blue.
"Last I checked he's doing fine. Giving us a run for our money, literally but he's doing good."
"Good, good. How about Cordy?"
"Cordy's, well she's Cordy. Shopping mad, money conscience but responsible. She took Kyra shopping yesterday afternoon. I'm almost sorry she has to go to Sunnydale. "
"You two still seeing each other? Wait a minute, shopping in the afternoon, isn't Kyra a vampire?"
"Yes we are, and Kyra has some sort of cloak that she uses to walk around in day light. Fred's studied it already and has full on plans to make one for me." Angel relaxed in his chair and peered out into the lobby. Ky and Cordy looked to be in a deep discussion.
"What's this cloak made of, cause I know a lot of vampires that would love to get their hands on something like that." Willow sounded almost suspicious.
"It's all organic. What that means I don't know. But I think she added a little something in there. She's quite powerful. Might even be able to help you out a little."
"Powerful as in? Witchcraft?"
"Yea, she's been practicing for centuries." Angel glanced at the lobby again just as Cordy seemed to levitate off the floor; "Wills I got to go. Cordy's having a vision."
"Alright Angel, I'll call and let you know that Kyra gets here alright."
"Right. Bye." Angel tossed the phone onto the cradle and hurried into the lobby.
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.
Superstar Kid, glad you like Kyra. As for the Scooby gang's reaction, you'll find out in the next chapter. A little unexpected from the other fics out there. Fights occasionally, it will be explained why, and you'll just have to wait and see if there's a big bad to fight.
Now up;
Chapter 3 Preparing for Sunnydale
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next three days passed rather uneventfully for the fang gang. It was spent with Cordelia absorbing information about her demon and Angel and the rest digging through the insane prophecies that had been written regarding their new friend.
"You know, most of these center around blood lust." Gunn stated; "There's one for the fifteen hundreds, the seventeen hundreds and well, now. You don't have blood lust now do you?" He inquired.
"Nae, I do nae." Kyra told him with a smile; "Howe'er, Angel I am a slight hungry." She added.
"In the fridge in the office."
"Thank ye." Kyra stood and headed off in search of the fridge. Gunn quirked a brow in Kyra's direction.
"Don't even think it Gunn. If you haven't noticed, she hasn't eaten all that much since she got here. She doesn't want to gross anyone out." Fred nudged Charles with her elbow.
"Come on now. We live with and work for a vampire, she shouldn't need to worry about that."
"On th' contrary dear Charles. I do worry about it." The vampire in question walked into the lobby with a mug in her hands.
"I didn't mean to offend you."
"None taken. But ye'r dear Winifred here is correct. See, I'm nae used to anyone accepting me for who or what I am. That's one thing I've learned from being around as long as I have. People judge before they see th' truth. And once they judge, 'tis hard to change ones mind." She sat down and took a sip; "So most of th' time I settle for scaring people into leaving me alone." She continued with a smirk.
Angel sat back and listened to the group banter. He just hoped that once in Sunnydale, she would find just as much hospitality. Especially from a little red head whom he had yet to call that day. Everyone seemed to be laughing at a private joke one of them had shared as he stood.
"Where are ye off to Angel?" Kyra asked.
"Just got to make a phone call." With a warm smile towards her he went to the office.
Angel sat at his desk and dialed the well memorized and known phone number hoping that someone hopefully Willow would answer. On the third ring someone picked up.
"Hello." The youthfulness of the voice told him that it was Dawn, Buffy's not so baby sister.
"May I speak to Willow Rosenberg please?" He asked, trying to disguise his voice.
"Sure, hold on." Though she covered the mouthpiece, Angel winced as she screeched Willow's name.
"Got it." The familiar female voice called out as he heard another phone being picked up. Nothing was said until Dawn had hung up the phone downstairs.
"Angel you there?"
"Yea. Ok, she's leaving tonight at ten thirty on a greyhound and should be there close to two thirty." Angel heard the slight scratches of a pen as she jotted the info down.
"The station on Dansel Street?"
"The one closest to the college." He responded.
"Yup, Dansel Street."
"Have one quick question for you."
"Go ahead."
"Can you look up any information on a prophecy about a vampire that is supposed to be on a major blood lust binge right now?"
"Sure, why? Is there something I should know about your friend?" Willow frowned into the phone.
"Nothing to worry about, just out of curiosity. I've read some of the prophecies on her, and none have come to pass. There was supposed to be something about her going into bloodlust over the past four days, but there has been nothing out of the ordinary here."
"Yea I'll look it up. You are sending something for me to give to Buffy. Right?"
"Yes Willow. Ky will have a letter addressed to Buffy in her hand when she steps off that bus tonight. But, as advanced as Buffy is, I don't think she's gonna need it."
Willow chuckled a little; "Buffy, ... advanced? Are you sure we're talking about the same girl here?"
"Funny coming from her best friend." The two had a quiet laugh.
"What's her name by the way?"
"Who's?"
"Your friend silly. I'd like to know what to call her when she gets here."
"Oh gees, its Kyra. Kyra Della O'Connor." He smiled with pride at the Irish name.
"That's pretty." Willow sat back on her bed for a moment and pondered the name. It was definitely Irish that much was a given.
"You'll like her. She smart as a whip, and if she hears me talking about her she'll kick my ass." His voice softened a little.
"How's Wesley doing?" The Wiccan asked out of the blue.
"Last I checked he's doing fine. Giving us a run for our money, literally but he's doing good."
"Good, good. How about Cordy?"
"Cordy's, well she's Cordy. Shopping mad, money conscience but responsible. She took Kyra shopping yesterday afternoon. I'm almost sorry she has to go to Sunnydale. "
"You two still seeing each other? Wait a minute, shopping in the afternoon, isn't Kyra a vampire?"
"Yes we are, and Kyra has some sort of cloak that she uses to walk around in day light. Fred's studied it already and has full on plans to make one for me." Angel relaxed in his chair and peered out into the lobby. Ky and Cordy looked to be in a deep discussion.
"What's this cloak made of, cause I know a lot of vampires that would love to get their hands on something like that." Willow sounded almost suspicious.
"It's all organic. What that means I don't know. But I think she added a little something in there. She's quite powerful. Might even be able to help you out a little."
"Powerful as in? Witchcraft?"
"Yea, she's been practicing for centuries." Angel glanced at the lobby again just as Cordy seemed to levitate off the floor; "Wills I got to go. Cordy's having a vision."
"Alright Angel, I'll call and let you know that Kyra gets here alright."
"Right. Bye." Angel tossed the phone onto the cradle and hurried into the lobby.