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Kieran breezed out of her room and down the hall. She was bored, again. There was nothing to do, and that's what sucked. Stopping in the hallway, she cocked her head to the side. The shower was running. Now the question was did she want to embarrass Connor and temporarily lose her eyesight, or be bored?
Hell she wanted to embarrass Connor and temporarily lose her eyesight. It definitely beat being bored any day. Tip toeing to the door, she stopped and listened again. Was he singing in there? Blinking, she strained her hearing. Yup, that was singing. "She's so lucky, she's a star. But she cry, cry, cries from a lonely heart," Connor sung out.
Kieran winced. How the hell did he know Britney Spears, and shouldn't it be illegal for him to sing or something? His voice was terrible, even worse than his father's was. Bracing herself, she opened Connor's door, only to find him walking out of the shower. "Hey!" he shouted indignantly, letting go of the towel as he did so.
"My virgin eyes!" Kieran said, covering her eyes and backing out of the room, leaving Connor blushing. As she slammed the door behind her, her look of horror turned into a sly grin. "I grew up with brothers, it's nothing I haven't seen before," she told herself before wandering the halls once more. She was bored again.
Spike walked into the house he shared with three women. He had just closed the door when Dawn ran down the stairs. "Hi Spike, bye Spike," she called as she ran out the door.
"Isn't it supper time?" he called out.
"Friday!" Dawn called out before turning the corner.
Spike shrugged and walked into the kitchen, only to find Tara, the one who was skilled in the art of using the oven. But even then she wasn't some kind of gourmet chef. She was pulling something out of the kitchen appliance. "Food?" he questioned, happy to have come in at the right moment.
Tara nodded, "Casserole, I felt like cooking today. This popped out."
Spike smiled, "So we won't be getting a visit from Vince today?" he asked, a smirk played across his lips. Vince was the delivery boy from the closest pizza place. In the past couple months they had gotten to first name basis with the boy.
Tara shook her head. "Not tonight, I hope. It's a new recipe you know, so as far as I know it should be good."
Spike rose an eyebrow at the last comment. "As far as you know?" he repeated slowly, as if he hadn't gotten it the first time around. "You mean you didn't try any of it before you put it in the oven?" his face paled a bit at the though. Strange things had come from the witch's hands on occasions. He just hoped that today wasn't one of them.
"Nope," she smiled, her voice was light with amusement, like he had just cracked a slightly amusing joke. "I found ice cream to be much more rewarding. Now why don't you take the first bit," Tara smile widened as she spooned a bit onto the plate and pushed it towards him.
"Why can't you?" Spike asked, pushing it towards her.
"You wouldn't want me to take a bite and fall over," she graced him large innocent eyes, "After all, my stomach is a lot weaker than yours," she added a bit of the pout she had learned from Dawn. The teen had been making it almost a professional sport to see how many times she could get Spike to cave in a night. The record was currently fifteen.
"Fine, fine," Spike grumbled as he pulled the plate closer and took a bite. He chewed, swallowed and blinked before running to the sink and shoved his mouth under the faucet.
"Not too good?" Tara asked once Spike had straightened himself out.
The vampire reached across and too her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "How about we call Kim's tonight?" he asked.
Austin stepped out of Heathrow Airport and started walking down the London streets. He looked around and breathed the London air. It amazed him how much LA and London differed yet stayed the same. And he had missed it. Which was really strange. He remembered when he was just 17, wanting to get out of dreary old England and go somewhere exciting. Germany had always struck his fancy. Shaking his head, Austin once more hid all those thoughts in a dark corner of his brain as he stopped at a street vendor to by fish and chips.
He popped a greasy chip into his mouth as he rounded the bend to find himself on Cherry Street. It was just as he remembered: red brick houses, manicured green lawns, and cobblestone pathways. It was an upper mid-class neighborhood; it was a watcher neighborhood. Sneering slightly, Austin walked to number four, up the path and promptly knocked on the door.
A timid looking girl answered and told him, with surprising curtness, that Ms. Jacobs wasn't in and that he should come back another day. Austin ended up pulling his snooty voice up. "If you don't let me in this moment, I will make it my first task to make sure you lose your job," he snarled. When her back was turned, he shuddered. That way of speaking was just not how he talked.
Soon he found himself sitting in the parlor, waiting for someone to wait on him. "Would you like any tea sir?" a motherly looking woman asked as she walked in. "Austin?" she gasped looking at the shaggy young man.
He looked up and gave the woman a smile, "Hello Mrs. Weatherby, how have you been?" he stood as she enveloped in a hug.
"I don't know if I should hug you again or box your ears," the woman said, hands on hips as she looked at him.
He grinned boyishly, "I would like another hug if you don't mind."
Mercedes sat in the club, shadows hiding her from the casual observer. The dark suited her. Sunnydale suited her. Sipping her rum and coke, the girl grinned. Alcohol was easy to get, when you knew how to get it. She seduced the rights guys and she'd get whatever she wanted. She'd have to keep the Warren guy in mind. The way he looked at her reminded Mercedes of a puppy dog. Laughing slightly, she swished her drink gently in the glass.
As she watched the people around her, she unconsciously tipped her chair back against the wall. Most of the people that were here were teenagers or in their twenties. This dump must have been the only hangout in this town, or the only place alcohol was served. It was a toss up. But then again, there was Willy's. But none of the residents, of the human variety anyway, seemed to know that the bar even existed.
Mercedes eyes flicked across the vast amount of people, eventually landing on a dark haired girl who was looking off into the distance, glaring at something unseen. Thumping back down to the ground, Mercedes stood and started walking down to the girl. Something drew her. "Want a drink?" Mercedes casually offered, plopping down on the seat next to her.
The girl looked at her, and smiled softly, as if she was afraid of hurting Mercedes' feelings. "I'm sorry, I really don't swing that way," Dawn admitted.
"Didn't mean it like that. It looks like your cursing someone because their voice is telling you not to do something, which otherwise would be fun," Mercedes flagged down a waiter and ordered two rum and cokes. She was able to get them with some carefully used eye lash bats and the ever favorite leaning in.
Dawn watched, fascinated. "It sound's like you know how it is? Don't you hate it?" Dawn said amicably.
Mercedes shrugged and took a sip of her new drink. "Who knows, never experienced it. Well, parentally anyhow."
Dawn nodded and took a hesitant sip of her drink before setting it down, "I had one of those too," she offered.
"Never had parents, didn't need them," Mercedes drowned her drink and than looked at Dawn's barely touched one, "You gonna finish that?" she asked. When Dawn shook her head, Mercedes drowned that one as well. "I never needed them. Now why don't you and I show them what we can do? And I know you don't swing that way."
Dawn snorted slightly in amusement, and followed the other girl down onto the dance floor. Dawn eventually lost her nervousness and danced to her hearts content. She was actually enjoying herself, surprisingly. As they walked back to the bar area Dawn looked at Mercedes. Her faced was flushed and she was wearing a sly smile.
"Would you like something to eat? A friend of mine was making something as I was leaving, and if that didn't turn out too good, I bet they ordered in," she looked at her, with a questioning look on her face.
Mercedes pretended to mull over this statement before looking up, "I thought you didn't swing that way?" she asked.
Dawn's eyes bulged in surprised, "I don't!" the girl told her firmly.
Mercedes snorted, "But that sounded like a date," she gave Dawn an appraising look, "Is it?"
Dawn shook her head, "No, yes, sorta. A date between friends?" she shrugged.
Mercedes mimicked her actions, "Lead the way my lady."
Dawn laughed, "You don't seem to be the kinky type."
Mercedes smiled with amusement; "There is a lot of stuff you don't know about me. Care to find out?" she raised an eyebrow suggestively. Taking Dawn's hand she squeezed. "Lead the way," she said again, this time whispering.
Oz sat in the office that sat behind the front desk. He had stolen away as Wesley and Esther had taken a break. Fred had gone off about thirty minutes before, intent on spending some quality time with her boyfriend, Gunn. He was going to need a job, he realized. Grabbing the discarded newspaper from the day before, Oz flipped open to the classifieds. It was never too early to start.
He was halfway down the page when Connor walked in. Oz looked up, gave a slight nod, and went back to his search.
"How long have you known my father?" Connor asked.
Oz looked up, "Long time," he said, his eyes flicking back to the paper.
"How long?" Connor pressed, wanting to find out as much information as he could about his father from his times before LA. Which meant he had to find out about his father's years in Sunnydale, California.
"Year or two," Oz answered. "Maybe it was just a year, he was evil for one of them."
"He was evil?" Connor mused about this fact. So his father had been evil recently…he'd pull that card sometime soon.
"Yeah," Oz said shortly before looking up. "Don't have sex."
Connor considered this, "Don't have sex," he muttered. "Wait a second…who are to say have sex, didn't you spawn the little demon out there?" Connor demanded, sitting down across from Oz, he boots on the table.
The werewolf looked up. "He's not a demon, he's a werewolf. Although we like to say he suffers from lythocantropy."
"He's still annoying. Can't you keep him on a leash or something?" Connor asked.
"Already tried that. Had to replace 5 of them before I got the message. Now I just use it in large crowds," Oz looked up again. "Please don't hesitate to ask if you need to borrow it."
Lorne was walking down the stairs when he spotted the pint sized puppy boy sitting in the lobby, alone. "Well hello Muffin, what are you doing down here all alone?" he asked. He didn't think it was right that they just left a five-year-old to his own devices.
"Waiting, and thinking," JP answered simply before staring back off into space.
"Thinking?" Lorne said to himself before crouching down to JP's level. "What are you thinking about?" the green skinned demon asked.
"Stuff," JP shrugged. "Do you ever get in a fight with Angel when he breaks your stuff?" the child asked suddenly, effectively changing the subject.
"Breaks my stuff Muffin?" Lorne sat back on his heels and thought. Was the slightly strange child talking about the double destruction of Caritas, done by the Fang Gang both times? "No, I don't get mad at him. I'm unhappy. We don't get in a fight; Angel's my friend. You use words instead of fists." Lorne smiled at the child. Words worked better than fists with Angel, mainly because it would just not work.
JP looked thoughtful for a moment. "Do you do anything cool?" he asked finally, changing the subject once more.
"I sing," Lorne said, suddenly feeling very inferior to Angel.
"You're all sparkly," JP told Lorne and went back to thinking, ignoring him totally.
I love my reviews! Bwhaha, but I know there are lurkers, and it's people like you that make people like me sad. I bet a bunch of you are going "What, you have a bunch of reviews already, why do you crave more?" It's simple really, I could be doing a bunch of other things, like homework for instance, instead of writing. But since I love your response, I can't help but think that some people read, they just don't respond. Now, I'm not asking for a lengthy resonse note, hell a simple "it's really good, continue!" would be fine. But I really love the ones that ask me questions. Hehe, you don't even have to review every chapter, just please, think about it? For me? Cause the only option is that I stop writing. And I will too, my grades would be better of it I'm sure.
Kieran breezed out of her room and down the hall. She was bored, again. There was nothing to do, and that's what sucked. Stopping in the hallway, she cocked her head to the side. The shower was running. Now the question was did she want to embarrass Connor and temporarily lose her eyesight, or be bored?
Hell she wanted to embarrass Connor and temporarily lose her eyesight. It definitely beat being bored any day. Tip toeing to the door, she stopped and listened again. Was he singing in there? Blinking, she strained her hearing. Yup, that was singing. "She's so lucky, she's a star. But she cry, cry, cries from a lonely heart," Connor sung out.
Kieran winced. How the hell did he know Britney Spears, and shouldn't it be illegal for him to sing or something? His voice was terrible, even worse than his father's was. Bracing herself, she opened Connor's door, only to find him walking out of the shower. "Hey!" he shouted indignantly, letting go of the towel as he did so.
"My virgin eyes!" Kieran said, covering her eyes and backing out of the room, leaving Connor blushing. As she slammed the door behind her, her look of horror turned into a sly grin. "I grew up with brothers, it's nothing I haven't seen before," she told herself before wandering the halls once more. She was bored again.
Spike walked into the house he shared with three women. He had just closed the door when Dawn ran down the stairs. "Hi Spike, bye Spike," she called as she ran out the door.
"Isn't it supper time?" he called out.
"Friday!" Dawn called out before turning the corner.
Spike shrugged and walked into the kitchen, only to find Tara, the one who was skilled in the art of using the oven. But even then she wasn't some kind of gourmet chef. She was pulling something out of the kitchen appliance. "Food?" he questioned, happy to have come in at the right moment.
Tara nodded, "Casserole, I felt like cooking today. This popped out."
Spike smiled, "So we won't be getting a visit from Vince today?" he asked, a smirk played across his lips. Vince was the delivery boy from the closest pizza place. In the past couple months they had gotten to first name basis with the boy.
Tara shook her head. "Not tonight, I hope. It's a new recipe you know, so as far as I know it should be good."
Spike rose an eyebrow at the last comment. "As far as you know?" he repeated slowly, as if he hadn't gotten it the first time around. "You mean you didn't try any of it before you put it in the oven?" his face paled a bit at the though. Strange things had come from the witch's hands on occasions. He just hoped that today wasn't one of them.
"Nope," she smiled, her voice was light with amusement, like he had just cracked a slightly amusing joke. "I found ice cream to be much more rewarding. Now why don't you take the first bit," Tara smile widened as she spooned a bit onto the plate and pushed it towards him.
"Why can't you?" Spike asked, pushing it towards her.
"You wouldn't want me to take a bite and fall over," she graced him large innocent eyes, "After all, my stomach is a lot weaker than yours," she added a bit of the pout she had learned from Dawn. The teen had been making it almost a professional sport to see how many times she could get Spike to cave in a night. The record was currently fifteen.
"Fine, fine," Spike grumbled as he pulled the plate closer and took a bite. He chewed, swallowed and blinked before running to the sink and shoved his mouth under the faucet.
"Not too good?" Tara asked once Spike had straightened himself out.
The vampire reached across and too her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "How about we call Kim's tonight?" he asked.
Austin stepped out of Heathrow Airport and started walking down the London streets. He looked around and breathed the London air. It amazed him how much LA and London differed yet stayed the same. And he had missed it. Which was really strange. He remembered when he was just 17, wanting to get out of dreary old England and go somewhere exciting. Germany had always struck his fancy. Shaking his head, Austin once more hid all those thoughts in a dark corner of his brain as he stopped at a street vendor to by fish and chips.
He popped a greasy chip into his mouth as he rounded the bend to find himself on Cherry Street. It was just as he remembered: red brick houses, manicured green lawns, and cobblestone pathways. It was an upper mid-class neighborhood; it was a watcher neighborhood. Sneering slightly, Austin walked to number four, up the path and promptly knocked on the door.
A timid looking girl answered and told him, with surprising curtness, that Ms. Jacobs wasn't in and that he should come back another day. Austin ended up pulling his snooty voice up. "If you don't let me in this moment, I will make it my first task to make sure you lose your job," he snarled. When her back was turned, he shuddered. That way of speaking was just not how he talked.
Soon he found himself sitting in the parlor, waiting for someone to wait on him. "Would you like any tea sir?" a motherly looking woman asked as she walked in. "Austin?" she gasped looking at the shaggy young man.
He looked up and gave the woman a smile, "Hello Mrs. Weatherby, how have you been?" he stood as she enveloped in a hug.
"I don't know if I should hug you again or box your ears," the woman said, hands on hips as she looked at him.
He grinned boyishly, "I would like another hug if you don't mind."
Mercedes sat in the club, shadows hiding her from the casual observer. The dark suited her. Sunnydale suited her. Sipping her rum and coke, the girl grinned. Alcohol was easy to get, when you knew how to get it. She seduced the rights guys and she'd get whatever she wanted. She'd have to keep the Warren guy in mind. The way he looked at her reminded Mercedes of a puppy dog. Laughing slightly, she swished her drink gently in the glass.
As she watched the people around her, she unconsciously tipped her chair back against the wall. Most of the people that were here were teenagers or in their twenties. This dump must have been the only hangout in this town, or the only place alcohol was served. It was a toss up. But then again, there was Willy's. But none of the residents, of the human variety anyway, seemed to know that the bar even existed.
Mercedes eyes flicked across the vast amount of people, eventually landing on a dark haired girl who was looking off into the distance, glaring at something unseen. Thumping back down to the ground, Mercedes stood and started walking down to the girl. Something drew her. "Want a drink?" Mercedes casually offered, plopping down on the seat next to her.
The girl looked at her, and smiled softly, as if she was afraid of hurting Mercedes' feelings. "I'm sorry, I really don't swing that way," Dawn admitted.
"Didn't mean it like that. It looks like your cursing someone because their voice is telling you not to do something, which otherwise would be fun," Mercedes flagged down a waiter and ordered two rum and cokes. She was able to get them with some carefully used eye lash bats and the ever favorite leaning in.
Dawn watched, fascinated. "It sound's like you know how it is? Don't you hate it?" Dawn said amicably.
Mercedes shrugged and took a sip of her new drink. "Who knows, never experienced it. Well, parentally anyhow."
Dawn nodded and took a hesitant sip of her drink before setting it down, "I had one of those too," she offered.
"Never had parents, didn't need them," Mercedes drowned her drink and than looked at Dawn's barely touched one, "You gonna finish that?" she asked. When Dawn shook her head, Mercedes drowned that one as well. "I never needed them. Now why don't you and I show them what we can do? And I know you don't swing that way."
Dawn snorted slightly in amusement, and followed the other girl down onto the dance floor. Dawn eventually lost her nervousness and danced to her hearts content. She was actually enjoying herself, surprisingly. As they walked back to the bar area Dawn looked at Mercedes. Her faced was flushed and she was wearing a sly smile.
"Would you like something to eat? A friend of mine was making something as I was leaving, and if that didn't turn out too good, I bet they ordered in," she looked at her, with a questioning look on her face.
Mercedes pretended to mull over this statement before looking up, "I thought you didn't swing that way?" she asked.
Dawn's eyes bulged in surprised, "I don't!" the girl told her firmly.
Mercedes snorted, "But that sounded like a date," she gave Dawn an appraising look, "Is it?"
Dawn shook her head, "No, yes, sorta. A date between friends?" she shrugged.
Mercedes mimicked her actions, "Lead the way my lady."
Dawn laughed, "You don't seem to be the kinky type."
Mercedes smiled with amusement; "There is a lot of stuff you don't know about me. Care to find out?" she raised an eyebrow suggestively. Taking Dawn's hand she squeezed. "Lead the way," she said again, this time whispering.
Oz sat in the office that sat behind the front desk. He had stolen away as Wesley and Esther had taken a break. Fred had gone off about thirty minutes before, intent on spending some quality time with her boyfriend, Gunn. He was going to need a job, he realized. Grabbing the discarded newspaper from the day before, Oz flipped open to the classifieds. It was never too early to start.
He was halfway down the page when Connor walked in. Oz looked up, gave a slight nod, and went back to his search.
"How long have you known my father?" Connor asked.
Oz looked up, "Long time," he said, his eyes flicking back to the paper.
"How long?" Connor pressed, wanting to find out as much information as he could about his father from his times before LA. Which meant he had to find out about his father's years in Sunnydale, California.
"Year or two," Oz answered. "Maybe it was just a year, he was evil for one of them."
"He was evil?" Connor mused about this fact. So his father had been evil recently…he'd pull that card sometime soon.
"Yeah," Oz said shortly before looking up. "Don't have sex."
Connor considered this, "Don't have sex," he muttered. "Wait a second…who are to say have sex, didn't you spawn the little demon out there?" Connor demanded, sitting down across from Oz, he boots on the table.
The werewolf looked up. "He's not a demon, he's a werewolf. Although we like to say he suffers from lythocantropy."
"He's still annoying. Can't you keep him on a leash or something?" Connor asked.
"Already tried that. Had to replace 5 of them before I got the message. Now I just use it in large crowds," Oz looked up again. "Please don't hesitate to ask if you need to borrow it."
Lorne was walking down the stairs when he spotted the pint sized puppy boy sitting in the lobby, alone. "Well hello Muffin, what are you doing down here all alone?" he asked. He didn't think it was right that they just left a five-year-old to his own devices.
"Waiting, and thinking," JP answered simply before staring back off into space.
"Thinking?" Lorne said to himself before crouching down to JP's level. "What are you thinking about?" the green skinned demon asked.
"Stuff," JP shrugged. "Do you ever get in a fight with Angel when he breaks your stuff?" the child asked suddenly, effectively changing the subject.
"Breaks my stuff Muffin?" Lorne sat back on his heels and thought. Was the slightly strange child talking about the double destruction of Caritas, done by the Fang Gang both times? "No, I don't get mad at him. I'm unhappy. We don't get in a fight; Angel's my friend. You use words instead of fists." Lorne smiled at the child. Words worked better than fists with Angel, mainly because it would just not work.
JP looked thoughtful for a moment. "Do you do anything cool?" he asked finally, changing the subject once more.
"I sing," Lorne said, suddenly feeling very inferior to Angel.
"You're all sparkly," JP told Lorne and went back to thinking, ignoring him totally.
I love my reviews! Bwhaha, but I know there are lurkers, and it's people like you that make people like me sad. I bet a bunch of you are going "What, you have a bunch of reviews already, why do you crave more?" It's simple really, I could be doing a bunch of other things, like homework for instance, instead of writing. But since I love your response, I can't help but think that some people read, they just don't respond. Now, I'm not asking for a lengthy resonse note, hell a simple "it's really good, continue!" would be fine. But I really love the ones that ask me questions. Hehe, you don't even have to review every chapter, just please, think about it? For me? Cause the only option is that I stop writing. And I will too, my grades would be better of it I'm sure.