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.
What happened to the reviews? *sniffles*
On with the fic;
Chapter 4 Arrival in Sunnydale
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Cordy's vision of danger turned out to be minor. A small nest of vampires were planning on attacking the teen shelter at dusk. Nothing out of the ordinary. Angel stayed behind, and let Kyra tag along. As Gunn had explained it she took the show. Cloak and all. He and Fred just stood and watched as she all but waltzed in from the daylight and took them out one by one. Angel figured it was her natural slayer instincts from all those centuries ago. Cordelia had sworn that the vampires were screaming something about a slayer before they were turned to dust. Not one was left to tell the tale, for which Angel was thankful. He didn't need vampires breaking down his door to get to the new slayer. Which reminded him, he should go up and visit Faith sometime.
Kyra on the other hand was very modest about the whole thing. As if she stood and watched Fred, Gunn and Cordy take them out. Angel just smiled. Yea, Kyra would make a good addition to the Scooby gang on the Hellmouth. Slayer instincts and abilities heightened by vampire senses. Buffy might even get that time off she's been craving for the past year or so. With Dawn starting college this term and her starting her senior year, she could definitely use the extra time. That is if she lets Kyra take some of the duty.
Around seven that evening, Cordelia insisted that everyone come over to her apartment for a small goodbye party for Kyra. Cordy had been lucky enough to get her apartment back after her stint in the higher plains. Phantom Dennis couldn't have been happier. When her stuff had been moved back in, he had taken it upon himself to arrange everything like she had had it before.
The small party went smoothly as hoped. The food and alcohol flowed freely, with Phantom Dennis refilling or cutting off who had drank too much. Fred was a laugh and a half when it came to her being drunk. Trying to seduce Gunn without inhibitions. Kyra laughed openly at the poor young woman as Cordy sat comfortably on Angel's lap. On the other hand, along with laughing at Fred and Charles, the slayer/vampire couldn't help but watch the brunette sitting on Angel's lap. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Kyra blatantly staring at his girlfriend. He raised an eyebrow and slipped his arm protectively around Cordy's waist. The woman leaned into him as Kyra gave him a small smile.
She had loved ones in the past, but the human ones couldn't get past the vampire and the vampires couldn't get past the soul. They swore it was a curse of some kind, like Angel's. A moment off pure and true happiness and she'd loose it and go on a killing rampage. There was no way that she could prove otherwise. Several times she had found true happiness and experienced it, but to no avail. She could never be with someone more that a few years. Her longest relationship had lasted about twenty years. Until he was killed during the crusades. He knew that she was a vampire, but he didn't care. To him, she was his heart. And he was her everything. It took her nearly fifty years to get over the heartache of his death.
All she found now was a quick lay or something that resembled passion. Usually lasted a week or even a couple of months, but nothing lasted. Her most recent relationship had lasted for two years. She had been a recently risen vampire when Kyra met her. She was scared and full of bloodlust. Somehow, the older vampire had looked past that fact. Terri was her name. She has promised that she would only going after humans that murdered or raped. Until one night Terri had come home with the smell of a fresh kill on her breath. It wouldn't have been so bad if Kyra had not smelled the innocence on her breath. Pure innocence. That only meant one thing. Terri had killed a child. A young child. Kyra's slayer instincts took only in an instant and had Terri begging for her life as she held a stake over Terri's chest. Love or not, consequences be damned. It took all that Kyra possessed to stake the girl. To carry on the memory of the love she felt, she kept a small tube of Terri's ashes in her trunk. She was quite surprised that no one had asked her about it.
Now she sat in Cordelia's apartment and looked at the two couples. Through her laughter at Fred a single tear managed to escape from her eye. She reached up to wipe it away before anyone would notice, but Cordelia chose that moment to take a glimpse at her farewell friend. She frowned as Kyra looked up at her. The vampire mustered the brightest smile she could for her hostess before getting up and going to the kitchen.
She stopped in front of the sink and looked out the small window.
"Are you ok?" Cordy's voice penetrated her thoughts making her jump.
"Aye, I'm fine."
"You sure? Cause I think I saw a tear back there." Kyra turned to her and gave her a sad smile.
"Ye did sweet. I was just remembering a loved one 'tis all." Cordelia stepped closer and slipped her arms around the smaller woman.
"You'll be fine. You'll find another guy's heart to break." The comment was rewarded with a chuckle from the vampire. Kyra pulled out of the hug and looked up at Cordy.
"'Twasn't a man I was remembering dear. Her name was Terri." Cordy raised her brows slightly.
"I had not idea you were gay. You know, I have a friend that I could introduce you too, well actually you'll meet her she's in Sunnydale." The minor babbling received a full laugh.
"I'm not completely gay child. I find who ever my heart deems worthy, be it male or female."
"I was babbling wasn't I?" Kyra's brown eyes twinkled as she smiled.
"'Tis fine Cordelia. It happens quite a bit." Kyra looped her arm through Cordy's and began making her way back to the living room; "So tell me about this friend."
"Well her name is Willow, she is twenty four or twenty five. About as Irish as you can get with all that red hair. Jewish too I think."
"Irish? Really, I like her already." Kyra sat back in the chair as Cordy sat on the couch near her.
"She is incredibly smart, working on her masters in college."
"Telling her about Willow?" Angel asked over Cordelia's shoulder.
"Can't you see this is girl talk?" His girlfriend chastised.
"That reminds me." Angel reached into his pocket and pulled out and envelope.
"What's that?" He handed it over to Kyra.
"It's a letter to Buffy explaining that Kyra isn't a danger to her." She slipped the envelope in her pocket so not to forget it; "When you reached the bus station, look for the red hair. I asked Willow to pick you up. And make sure you give that note to her so Buffy gets it before she meets you."
"Why is that may I ask?"
"Buffy's the slayer."
"Aaahhhhh. Understood." Cordy gave Angel a look.
"You asked Willow to pick her up?" She whispered. He gave her a wink that told her just about everything. He knew that Kyra didn't care about the sex of the person and that Irish is definitely a good bet for her.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. She's a witch too." Angel announced before taking a swig from the beer bottle. Kyra raised a brow at that comment.
Phantom Dennis had had enough talking and switched on the radio before anything else could be said. Angel and Charles grabbed their respective partners up to dance. Kyra was even pulled up by Cordy's ghost.
The party had died down somewhere between nine thirty and ten. Many hugs had gone through the group as Kyra prepared to leave. Before she knew it, Angel had driven her to the bus station at ten thirty. She wrapped her cloak around herself as she watched her trunk being loaded into the bus.
"You take care of yourself Ky. I don't want to hear word from Willow or anyone else that you've gone and gotten yourself staked." She let out a feather light laugh as she pulled Angel in for a final hug.
"Same goes for ye my friend. And treat Cordelia well. Because if ye don't-"
"You'll come back and haunt me." He said with a smile.
"Actually I was going to say she will, but that will work." Breaking the hug, she headed for the bus; "I will see ye again my friend." With that, she stepped into the bus and found her seat.
Angel watched as the bus pulled away and out of his sight. He was going to miss that woman. His friends took to her like they had taken to Lorne. With a smile he got in his car and headed back to the Hyperion.
The bus trip seemed longer than it actually was. She was going to have to get a car when she reached her destination. She definitely had enough money saved up. And if this slayer could use her help, she may even make herself at home on the Hellmouth. About an hour into the trip, Kyra put herself into a meditative state. All was peaceful on the bus; the only non-human was herself. When she opened her eyes, she noticed a pair of young eyes watching her from the seat in front. She gave the child a pleasant smile before sitting back and looking out the window. Moments later she heard the child whispering to its parent. Not paying any mind, she didn't notice the child round the seat.
"Hello." Kyra heard the soft innocent voice. She turned her head the see a little girl with bright green eyes.
"'Allo." She replied softly. The little girl climbed in the seat next to her.
"I'm Taylor. What's your name?" She wondered.
"My name is Kyra." The little girl stuck her hand out.
"It's nice to meet you." For once, Kyra was glad to have her gloves on as she reached out the shake little Taylor's hand.
"'Tis a pleasure to met ye as well."
"You talk funny." The little girl said with her brow creased.
"Taylor that is very rude." Her mother's head poked over the chair in front.
"'Tis alright miss. She's just a child." Kyra looked back at Taylor; "And I suppose to ye I do speak funny."
"I'm sorry if she's bothering you miss."
"No that's quite alright. 'Tis no bother a 'tall. I only wish I could have my own to raise." She said with a smile and she brushed a stray blond hair from Taylor's eyes.
"I'm sorry." Kyra looked back up at the woman. She seemed quite young to have a daughter Taylor's age; "I'm Amber by the way." She reached over the seat and held out a hand.
"Kyra O'Connor." Amber looked at Kyra's gloved hand strangely; "I'm sorry, I've poor circulation, my hands are a wee bit on the frosty side." Amber nodded as she shook hands.
"Where you from?" Taylor asked, getting the attention back on her.
"I am from a country called Ireland. How about ye, where are ye from?"
"Funnydale Californa. Where's Ireland?"
"That's Sunnydale Taylor." Amber corrected her. The child tried to pout.
"Ireland is a far away land full of green meadows and rainbows."
"Rainbows?" Asked Taylor excitedly. The pure innocence of the child brought a smile to Kyra's lips.
"Taylor, don't bother Miss Kyra too much, you need a nap before we get home. And I'm sure she's tired too." Amber stifled a yawn.
"Amber, if ye'd like, I could tell wee Taylor here a bedtime story." She looked at the little girl; "With lots of rainbows in it." The green eyes went wide and she looked at her mother.
"I couldn't impose."
"No imposition. I ca'not have children and it's always a pleasure to tell a story of my home land to the wee ones." Slowly Amber nodded after seeing the face of her four year old. She settled back in her seat and listened to the story that Kyra had begun to tell her baby girl. Before long, she was asleep.
Around two ten, the bus slowed to a stop next to the Dansel Greyhound station. Amber opened her eyes and looked next to her for her daughter. Not seeing her, she jolted up word looking around. Finally her eyes landed on her tiny blond haired daughter nestled into the shoulder of the woman Kyra. Kyra's head on top of hers with her arm protectively around the little child. Both were sound asleep. Amber hated to wake them, but they had reached their destination. Gently she shook the older woman's shoulder.
Kyra's eyes opened slightly, she felt a weight on her left shoulder. Looking down she saw little Taylor asleep. With a smile she looked up to see her mother looking at the both of them with a pleasant smile on her face.
"You can baby sit anytime you'd like. I've never gotten her to sleep on trip to her grandparents like that."
"She is a lovely child. Pure innocence at it's best." She brushed the hair away from the child's face; "Would ye like me to wake her?"
"No, I'll carry her out to the car." As Amber lent down to pick her daughter up, two little arms snaked protectively around Kyra. The older woman let out a chuckle.
"I'll carry her if ye like."
"You've done so much already-"
"I do nae mind." Gently Kyra picked the child up and followed her mother off the bus.
Willow had arrived at the station early, knowing that Sunnydale's buses were usually early. And as usual, she was correct. She stepped closer and watched as the patrons of the bus exited. She wasn't she what she was expecting, but she didn't expect what she saw. The only person with a black cloak exited the bus last. And she was beautiful. She looked to be carrying a small child. Fear crept into the back of Willow's skull until she saw a younger woman point her in the direction of a car. She watched quietly as, who she thought was Kyra, carried the little girl to the designated car and gently set her in.
"Thank you so much Kyra. You've been a wonderful help. I wish there was some way to get a hold of you. Taylor gonna want to know where the nice story teller went." Amber stuck her hand out.
"Aye, I'm nae quite sure where I'm staying I'm supposed to meet someone here." She grasped Amber's hand lightly. Neither saw the red head walk closer to them.
"Amber? Amber Rutug?" Amber turned at the sound of her name. Her eyes went wide as did her smile.
"Willow Rosenberg? Oh my God, how have you been?" The two hugged tightly. Kyra caught the girls name before she saw the hair. So this was the red haired witch Angel and Cordelia were talking about. Kyra intently studied Willow from where she was standing. She could feel the power coming from the smaller woman. Neither looked her way as they talked, so she stood patiently giving Willow a good once over. She did however catch the last part of the conversation.
"Actually Kyra will be staying with me for a while." Willow finally got a good look at the woman in question. Her deep brown eyes were penetrating, and her shoulder length auburn hair looked soft and inviting a hand to run through it. She was a good three inches taller then herself. Though the confusing part, she didn't look all that pale for being a vampire.
"Really? How do you two know each other?" Amber wondered.
"A mutual friend, whom I need to call to let him know I have arrived. If ye will excuse me, I shall be back momentarily." Willow and Amber nodded as Kyra walked over to the phone booth.
"I can't believe she got Taylor to sleep like she did. She's amazing."
"She seems like it." Willow couldn't seem to take her eyes off the newcomer. She was beautiful, plain and simple. And the perfect image of an Irish woman. The high cheekbones, the full lips, the hair that shown bright red in direct light. The last time she had seen a woman so beautiful was when she met Tara.
"I don't remember her saying anything about having a significant other, just that she can't have kids." Amber could tell the way Willow was looking at Kyra she was definitely interested. She had also noticed the once over Kyra had given Willow. There was defiantly going to be chemistry between the two. If they let it.
Willow hadn't heard her. She was trying to envision what Kyra would look like with out the cloak, or the clothes for that matter. She shook her head and turned back to Amber.
"Willow, I need to get the little one home, can you tell her thank you so much for me? And if she ever wants to baby-sit, just give me a call." Willow smiled and hugged Amber again.
"You bet. It was good to see you again." Amber smiled as she climbed into the car and took off. Willow turned back around to find Kyra walking up to her.
"Let me introduce myself properly. Kyra Della O'Connor." She put her hand out to Willow.
"Willow Rosenberg." The red head grasped Kyra's hand in hers.
"'Tis a pleasure to finally meet ye."
"You too."
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.
What happened to the reviews? *sniffles*
On with the fic;
Chapter 4 Arrival in Sunnydale
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Cordy's vision of danger turned out to be minor. A small nest of vampires were planning on attacking the teen shelter at dusk. Nothing out of the ordinary. Angel stayed behind, and let Kyra tag along. As Gunn had explained it she took the show. Cloak and all. He and Fred just stood and watched as she all but waltzed in from the daylight and took them out one by one. Angel figured it was her natural slayer instincts from all those centuries ago. Cordelia had sworn that the vampires were screaming something about a slayer before they were turned to dust. Not one was left to tell the tale, for which Angel was thankful. He didn't need vampires breaking down his door to get to the new slayer. Which reminded him, he should go up and visit Faith sometime.
Kyra on the other hand was very modest about the whole thing. As if she stood and watched Fred, Gunn and Cordy take them out. Angel just smiled. Yea, Kyra would make a good addition to the Scooby gang on the Hellmouth. Slayer instincts and abilities heightened by vampire senses. Buffy might even get that time off she's been craving for the past year or so. With Dawn starting college this term and her starting her senior year, she could definitely use the extra time. That is if she lets Kyra take some of the duty.
Around seven that evening, Cordelia insisted that everyone come over to her apartment for a small goodbye party for Kyra. Cordy had been lucky enough to get her apartment back after her stint in the higher plains. Phantom Dennis couldn't have been happier. When her stuff had been moved back in, he had taken it upon himself to arrange everything like she had had it before.
The small party went smoothly as hoped. The food and alcohol flowed freely, with Phantom Dennis refilling or cutting off who had drank too much. Fred was a laugh and a half when it came to her being drunk. Trying to seduce Gunn without inhibitions. Kyra laughed openly at the poor young woman as Cordy sat comfortably on Angel's lap. On the other hand, along with laughing at Fred and Charles, the slayer/vampire couldn't help but watch the brunette sitting on Angel's lap. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Kyra blatantly staring at his girlfriend. He raised an eyebrow and slipped his arm protectively around Cordy's waist. The woman leaned into him as Kyra gave him a small smile.
She had loved ones in the past, but the human ones couldn't get past the vampire and the vampires couldn't get past the soul. They swore it was a curse of some kind, like Angel's. A moment off pure and true happiness and she'd loose it and go on a killing rampage. There was no way that she could prove otherwise. Several times she had found true happiness and experienced it, but to no avail. She could never be with someone more that a few years. Her longest relationship had lasted about twenty years. Until he was killed during the crusades. He knew that she was a vampire, but he didn't care. To him, she was his heart. And he was her everything. It took her nearly fifty years to get over the heartache of his death.
All she found now was a quick lay or something that resembled passion. Usually lasted a week or even a couple of months, but nothing lasted. Her most recent relationship had lasted for two years. She had been a recently risen vampire when Kyra met her. She was scared and full of bloodlust. Somehow, the older vampire had looked past that fact. Terri was her name. She has promised that she would only going after humans that murdered or raped. Until one night Terri had come home with the smell of a fresh kill on her breath. It wouldn't have been so bad if Kyra had not smelled the innocence on her breath. Pure innocence. That only meant one thing. Terri had killed a child. A young child. Kyra's slayer instincts took only in an instant and had Terri begging for her life as she held a stake over Terri's chest. Love or not, consequences be damned. It took all that Kyra possessed to stake the girl. To carry on the memory of the love she felt, she kept a small tube of Terri's ashes in her trunk. She was quite surprised that no one had asked her about it.
Now she sat in Cordelia's apartment and looked at the two couples. Through her laughter at Fred a single tear managed to escape from her eye. She reached up to wipe it away before anyone would notice, but Cordelia chose that moment to take a glimpse at her farewell friend. She frowned as Kyra looked up at her. The vampire mustered the brightest smile she could for her hostess before getting up and going to the kitchen.
She stopped in front of the sink and looked out the small window.
"Are you ok?" Cordy's voice penetrated her thoughts making her jump.
"Aye, I'm fine."
"You sure? Cause I think I saw a tear back there." Kyra turned to her and gave her a sad smile.
"Ye did sweet. I was just remembering a loved one 'tis all." Cordelia stepped closer and slipped her arms around the smaller woman.
"You'll be fine. You'll find another guy's heart to break." The comment was rewarded with a chuckle from the vampire. Kyra pulled out of the hug and looked up at Cordy.
"'Twasn't a man I was remembering dear. Her name was Terri." Cordy raised her brows slightly.
"I had not idea you were gay. You know, I have a friend that I could introduce you too, well actually you'll meet her she's in Sunnydale." The minor babbling received a full laugh.
"I'm not completely gay child. I find who ever my heart deems worthy, be it male or female."
"I was babbling wasn't I?" Kyra's brown eyes twinkled as she smiled.
"'Tis fine Cordelia. It happens quite a bit." Kyra looped her arm through Cordy's and began making her way back to the living room; "So tell me about this friend."
"Well her name is Willow, she is twenty four or twenty five. About as Irish as you can get with all that red hair. Jewish too I think."
"Irish? Really, I like her already." Kyra sat back in the chair as Cordy sat on the couch near her.
"She is incredibly smart, working on her masters in college."
"Telling her about Willow?" Angel asked over Cordelia's shoulder.
"Can't you see this is girl talk?" His girlfriend chastised.
"That reminds me." Angel reached into his pocket and pulled out and envelope.
"What's that?" He handed it over to Kyra.
"It's a letter to Buffy explaining that Kyra isn't a danger to her." She slipped the envelope in her pocket so not to forget it; "When you reached the bus station, look for the red hair. I asked Willow to pick you up. And make sure you give that note to her so Buffy gets it before she meets you."
"Why is that may I ask?"
"Buffy's the slayer."
"Aaahhhhh. Understood." Cordy gave Angel a look.
"You asked Willow to pick her up?" She whispered. He gave her a wink that told her just about everything. He knew that Kyra didn't care about the sex of the person and that Irish is definitely a good bet for her.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. She's a witch too." Angel announced before taking a swig from the beer bottle. Kyra raised a brow at that comment.
Phantom Dennis had had enough talking and switched on the radio before anything else could be said. Angel and Charles grabbed their respective partners up to dance. Kyra was even pulled up by Cordy's ghost.
The party had died down somewhere between nine thirty and ten. Many hugs had gone through the group as Kyra prepared to leave. Before she knew it, Angel had driven her to the bus station at ten thirty. She wrapped her cloak around herself as she watched her trunk being loaded into the bus.
"You take care of yourself Ky. I don't want to hear word from Willow or anyone else that you've gone and gotten yourself staked." She let out a feather light laugh as she pulled Angel in for a final hug.
"Same goes for ye my friend. And treat Cordelia well. Because if ye don't-"
"You'll come back and haunt me." He said with a smile.
"Actually I was going to say she will, but that will work." Breaking the hug, she headed for the bus; "I will see ye again my friend." With that, she stepped into the bus and found her seat.
Angel watched as the bus pulled away and out of his sight. He was going to miss that woman. His friends took to her like they had taken to Lorne. With a smile he got in his car and headed back to the Hyperion.
The bus trip seemed longer than it actually was. She was going to have to get a car when she reached her destination. She definitely had enough money saved up. And if this slayer could use her help, she may even make herself at home on the Hellmouth. About an hour into the trip, Kyra put herself into a meditative state. All was peaceful on the bus; the only non-human was herself. When she opened her eyes, she noticed a pair of young eyes watching her from the seat in front. She gave the child a pleasant smile before sitting back and looking out the window. Moments later she heard the child whispering to its parent. Not paying any mind, she didn't notice the child round the seat.
"Hello." Kyra heard the soft innocent voice. She turned her head the see a little girl with bright green eyes.
"'Allo." She replied softly. The little girl climbed in the seat next to her.
"I'm Taylor. What's your name?" She wondered.
"My name is Kyra." The little girl stuck her hand out.
"It's nice to meet you." For once, Kyra was glad to have her gloves on as she reached out the shake little Taylor's hand.
"'Tis a pleasure to met ye as well."
"You talk funny." The little girl said with her brow creased.
"Taylor that is very rude." Her mother's head poked over the chair in front.
"'Tis alright miss. She's just a child." Kyra looked back at Taylor; "And I suppose to ye I do speak funny."
"I'm sorry if she's bothering you miss."
"No that's quite alright. 'Tis no bother a 'tall. I only wish I could have my own to raise." She said with a smile and she brushed a stray blond hair from Taylor's eyes.
"I'm sorry." Kyra looked back up at the woman. She seemed quite young to have a daughter Taylor's age; "I'm Amber by the way." She reached over the seat and held out a hand.
"Kyra O'Connor." Amber looked at Kyra's gloved hand strangely; "I'm sorry, I've poor circulation, my hands are a wee bit on the frosty side." Amber nodded as she shook hands.
"Where you from?" Taylor asked, getting the attention back on her.
"I am from a country called Ireland. How about ye, where are ye from?"
"Funnydale Californa. Where's Ireland?"
"That's Sunnydale Taylor." Amber corrected her. The child tried to pout.
"Ireland is a far away land full of green meadows and rainbows."
"Rainbows?" Asked Taylor excitedly. The pure innocence of the child brought a smile to Kyra's lips.
"Taylor, don't bother Miss Kyra too much, you need a nap before we get home. And I'm sure she's tired too." Amber stifled a yawn.
"Amber, if ye'd like, I could tell wee Taylor here a bedtime story." She looked at the little girl; "With lots of rainbows in it." The green eyes went wide and she looked at her mother.
"I couldn't impose."
"No imposition. I ca'not have children and it's always a pleasure to tell a story of my home land to the wee ones." Slowly Amber nodded after seeing the face of her four year old. She settled back in her seat and listened to the story that Kyra had begun to tell her baby girl. Before long, she was asleep.
Around two ten, the bus slowed to a stop next to the Dansel Greyhound station. Amber opened her eyes and looked next to her for her daughter. Not seeing her, she jolted up word looking around. Finally her eyes landed on her tiny blond haired daughter nestled into the shoulder of the woman Kyra. Kyra's head on top of hers with her arm protectively around the little child. Both were sound asleep. Amber hated to wake them, but they had reached their destination. Gently she shook the older woman's shoulder.
Kyra's eyes opened slightly, she felt a weight on her left shoulder. Looking down she saw little Taylor asleep. With a smile she looked up to see her mother looking at the both of them with a pleasant smile on her face.
"You can baby sit anytime you'd like. I've never gotten her to sleep on trip to her grandparents like that."
"She is a lovely child. Pure innocence at it's best." She brushed the hair away from the child's face; "Would ye like me to wake her?"
"No, I'll carry her out to the car." As Amber lent down to pick her daughter up, two little arms snaked protectively around Kyra. The older woman let out a chuckle.
"I'll carry her if ye like."
"You've done so much already-"
"I do nae mind." Gently Kyra picked the child up and followed her mother off the bus.
Willow had arrived at the station early, knowing that Sunnydale's buses were usually early. And as usual, she was correct. She stepped closer and watched as the patrons of the bus exited. She wasn't she what she was expecting, but she didn't expect what she saw. The only person with a black cloak exited the bus last. And she was beautiful. She looked to be carrying a small child. Fear crept into the back of Willow's skull until she saw a younger woman point her in the direction of a car. She watched quietly as, who she thought was Kyra, carried the little girl to the designated car and gently set her in.
"Thank you so much Kyra. You've been a wonderful help. I wish there was some way to get a hold of you. Taylor gonna want to know where the nice story teller went." Amber stuck her hand out.
"Aye, I'm nae quite sure where I'm staying I'm supposed to meet someone here." She grasped Amber's hand lightly. Neither saw the red head walk closer to them.
"Amber? Amber Rutug?" Amber turned at the sound of her name. Her eyes went wide as did her smile.
"Willow Rosenberg? Oh my God, how have you been?" The two hugged tightly. Kyra caught the girls name before she saw the hair. So this was the red haired witch Angel and Cordelia were talking about. Kyra intently studied Willow from where she was standing. She could feel the power coming from the smaller woman. Neither looked her way as they talked, so she stood patiently giving Willow a good once over. She did however catch the last part of the conversation.
"Actually Kyra will be staying with me for a while." Willow finally got a good look at the woman in question. Her deep brown eyes were penetrating, and her shoulder length auburn hair looked soft and inviting a hand to run through it. She was a good three inches taller then herself. Though the confusing part, she didn't look all that pale for being a vampire.
"Really? How do you two know each other?" Amber wondered.
"A mutual friend, whom I need to call to let him know I have arrived. If ye will excuse me, I shall be back momentarily." Willow and Amber nodded as Kyra walked over to the phone booth.
"I can't believe she got Taylor to sleep like she did. She's amazing."
"She seems like it." Willow couldn't seem to take her eyes off the newcomer. She was beautiful, plain and simple. And the perfect image of an Irish woman. The high cheekbones, the full lips, the hair that shown bright red in direct light. The last time she had seen a woman so beautiful was when she met Tara.
"I don't remember her saying anything about having a significant other, just that she can't have kids." Amber could tell the way Willow was looking at Kyra she was definitely interested. She had also noticed the once over Kyra had given Willow. There was defiantly going to be chemistry between the two. If they let it.
Willow hadn't heard her. She was trying to envision what Kyra would look like with out the cloak, or the clothes for that matter. She shook her head and turned back to Amber.
"Willow, I need to get the little one home, can you tell her thank you so much for me? And if she ever wants to baby-sit, just give me a call." Willow smiled and hugged Amber again.
"You bet. It was good to see you again." Amber smiled as she climbed into the car and took off. Willow turned back around to find Kyra walking up to her.
"Let me introduce myself properly. Kyra Della O'Connor." She put her hand out to Willow.
"Willow Rosenberg." The red head grasped Kyra's hand in hers.
"'Tis a pleasure to finally meet ye."
"You too."