Part 2
Searching
It had been a week since Connor's last dream. Afterward his other dreams started to make sense. Best he could figure out was his mother had been alone and young when he was born, someone or something that was trying to kill them both and had chased them across the world. When his mother had decided that she couldn't protect him and sent him to be reborn.
Or so he thought. In truth he didn't know why his mother sent him away. To him it looked like they were doing pretty well. Okay running all over the place wasn't such a great way to live but they were always one step ahead of their pursuers. Whatever the reason, he wanted to know, so he started looking around trying to find some more info on her. However with only a picture to go on it wasn't easy.
Finally he decided to get some help. Connor quickly ruled out Fred, Gunn, and Angel. Cordelia and Wesley were quick to follow. So that left Lorne.
Connor was reluctant to ask the demon for help because one he was a demon and two he might read something off him and Connor didn't want his dad to know just yet. However in the end he decided that he didn't have much of a choice if he ever wanted to find his mother.
When night fell and everyone left on some mission or another Connor went upstairs and knocked on Lorne's door. From inside he heard movement and waited a second before Lorne opened the door.
"Well, well, well, is there something I can do for you?"
Connor stood there for a minute shifting from one foot to the other before saying almost timidly, "I need your help."
"The help of a demon?" Lorne asked genuinely shocked that Connor would come to him. However Connor took it to be a teasing remark.
"Fine," said Connor turning to walk away.
"No, no wait, I didn't mean it like that. I'm just surprised that's all."
"Can you help or not?"
"I don't know, lets hear it."
"I need to know about this woman," said Connor producing the picture he had found. "What's her name, is she alive, where she is, anything?"
Lorne took one look at the picture and would have laughed if it weren't for the waves of anxiety coming off Connor.
"Look kid I think you."
"Lorne, don't, this is important. Do know who she is?"
"Yeah I know her," Lorne said running his hand through his hair, "I've seen this image from your father enough. Why do you want to know?"
"It's a long story and I don't have time to go into it."
"Well it's like this, I'm not telling you anything until I get some kind of back story. When she and your father mix it's just asking for trouble."
"Fine, but not here. Can we go inside?" Interested in this comment Connor was going to ask what that meant but decided against it. He had more important things on his mind.
"Sure." Lorne moved aside and let Connor into his room, before following him and closing the door behind them. "Okay, lets hear it."
"Do you agree that even the powers that be would have issues with two vampires having a child? A mostly human child."
Lorne gave Connor a look, "clearly not."
"Yeah but what if they did? What if this wasn't my first shot at all this?"
"I'm not sure I follow."
"What I mean.I don't know what I mean," said Connor as he started pacing back and fourth. "There's not a condensed way to say this," then he said as though he just thought of it, looking at Lorne almost panicked, "and my father can't find our until I can explain this, I think I was born before this."
Lorne looking at the picture again, "and this has what to do with this girl and idea of yours."
"I remember her," said Connor sitting down with a tired sigh.
"Come again," shrieked Lorne. He had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He just knew this was a can of worms they were opening.
"I remember her. I keep having these dreams, we, her and I, are running through a forest and up a hill, then we're by this river then in a cave where some sort of spell is being performed. She's sad and crying and then I'm not a person anymore, I'm just energy. After Angel and Darla. you know. I'm in the room and sort of jump into Darla. Then it's over and I wake up."
Lorne sat down as though someone had just hit him with a tired stick, "that is some sort of story."
"Trust me, I know how this sounds. I thought I was nuts, until I found this picture."
"And you're sure it was this girl, not some other girl that looked like her?"
"Positive, I remember things about her, her voice, the way she smelled, everything."
"And Angel knows nothing of this?"
"No, and I want it to stay that way."
With a tired sigh Lorne considered his options. He could tell Connor what he knew or he could refuse. If Connor was right, he had a right to know; if he wasn't, well, who knew what would happen. Lorne finally decided he had no choice. "Just for the record, I'm stating this right now, I do not like this. The girl's name is Buffy. Buffy Summers, she lived in Sunnydale, CA." Lorne stopped considered what he was about to say as he looked at Connors anxious face, "and she lives there still, she's alive."
*****
Across town in a wooded area stood a virtual army of men. They appeared to be escaped actors from a renaissance fair. It would have been a comical sight if it weren't so terrifying. These were the Knights of Byzantium a powerful group of knights dating back hundreds of years. As the end of days approached they divided in to sects to stop it. Some chases the key, some artifacts, and some chased people. These men were here for a child, one of the first to be born to fight against or for the darkness.
"Nothing sir, there is nothing that indicates Kristine was here or ever here."
"Have you searched everywhere? Any place with a lot of people and where she could get assistance would be a likely hide out for her and that bastard son of hers."
"We check shelters, abandoned warehouses, homes, and still nothing?"
"Hmmm. If my sources are right Mac is here. If Mac is here so is the child and in the year I chased that girl she never left her son alone for even a second."
"I'm sorry General Valone, but she isn't here."
"Ahhh, that wench is a menace."
Valone was about to order a withdrawal when a lieutenant came up to him.
"Sir did you say any place where she could find assistance?"
"Do you know something brother?" Valone was impatient and didn't want to deal with lieutenant looking to get himself promoted in the ranks.
"In our search, the name of a vampire that is said to have a soul has come up many times. It is said he helps the helpless. He was once aligned with the slayer and as you know some believe the slayer helped Kristine escape three years ago."
Valone thought on this for a moment. Maybe this lieutenant wasn't a waste of time after all. "Take a group of men. Dress as civilians and monitor this vampire if you see Kristine or anything that might suggest they know her call us immediately."
"Yes sir."
*****
Searching
It had been a week since Connor's last dream. Afterward his other dreams started to make sense. Best he could figure out was his mother had been alone and young when he was born, someone or something that was trying to kill them both and had chased them across the world. When his mother had decided that she couldn't protect him and sent him to be reborn.
Or so he thought. In truth he didn't know why his mother sent him away. To him it looked like they were doing pretty well. Okay running all over the place wasn't such a great way to live but they were always one step ahead of their pursuers. Whatever the reason, he wanted to know, so he started looking around trying to find some more info on her. However with only a picture to go on it wasn't easy.
Finally he decided to get some help. Connor quickly ruled out Fred, Gunn, and Angel. Cordelia and Wesley were quick to follow. So that left Lorne.
Connor was reluctant to ask the demon for help because one he was a demon and two he might read something off him and Connor didn't want his dad to know just yet. However in the end he decided that he didn't have much of a choice if he ever wanted to find his mother.
When night fell and everyone left on some mission or another Connor went upstairs and knocked on Lorne's door. From inside he heard movement and waited a second before Lorne opened the door.
"Well, well, well, is there something I can do for you?"
Connor stood there for a minute shifting from one foot to the other before saying almost timidly, "I need your help."
"The help of a demon?" Lorne asked genuinely shocked that Connor would come to him. However Connor took it to be a teasing remark.
"Fine," said Connor turning to walk away.
"No, no wait, I didn't mean it like that. I'm just surprised that's all."
"Can you help or not?"
"I don't know, lets hear it."
"I need to know about this woman," said Connor producing the picture he had found. "What's her name, is she alive, where she is, anything?"
Lorne took one look at the picture and would have laughed if it weren't for the waves of anxiety coming off Connor.
"Look kid I think you."
"Lorne, don't, this is important. Do know who she is?"
"Yeah I know her," Lorne said running his hand through his hair, "I've seen this image from your father enough. Why do you want to know?"
"It's a long story and I don't have time to go into it."
"Well it's like this, I'm not telling you anything until I get some kind of back story. When she and your father mix it's just asking for trouble."
"Fine, but not here. Can we go inside?" Interested in this comment Connor was going to ask what that meant but decided against it. He had more important things on his mind.
"Sure." Lorne moved aside and let Connor into his room, before following him and closing the door behind them. "Okay, lets hear it."
"Do you agree that even the powers that be would have issues with two vampires having a child? A mostly human child."
Lorne gave Connor a look, "clearly not."
"Yeah but what if they did? What if this wasn't my first shot at all this?"
"I'm not sure I follow."
"What I mean.I don't know what I mean," said Connor as he started pacing back and fourth. "There's not a condensed way to say this," then he said as though he just thought of it, looking at Lorne almost panicked, "and my father can't find our until I can explain this, I think I was born before this."
Lorne looking at the picture again, "and this has what to do with this girl and idea of yours."
"I remember her," said Connor sitting down with a tired sigh.
"Come again," shrieked Lorne. He had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He just knew this was a can of worms they were opening.
"I remember her. I keep having these dreams, we, her and I, are running through a forest and up a hill, then we're by this river then in a cave where some sort of spell is being performed. She's sad and crying and then I'm not a person anymore, I'm just energy. After Angel and Darla. you know. I'm in the room and sort of jump into Darla. Then it's over and I wake up."
Lorne sat down as though someone had just hit him with a tired stick, "that is some sort of story."
"Trust me, I know how this sounds. I thought I was nuts, until I found this picture."
"And you're sure it was this girl, not some other girl that looked like her?"
"Positive, I remember things about her, her voice, the way she smelled, everything."
"And Angel knows nothing of this?"
"No, and I want it to stay that way."
With a tired sigh Lorne considered his options. He could tell Connor what he knew or he could refuse. If Connor was right, he had a right to know; if he wasn't, well, who knew what would happen. Lorne finally decided he had no choice. "Just for the record, I'm stating this right now, I do not like this. The girl's name is Buffy. Buffy Summers, she lived in Sunnydale, CA." Lorne stopped considered what he was about to say as he looked at Connors anxious face, "and she lives there still, she's alive."
*****
Across town in a wooded area stood a virtual army of men. They appeared to be escaped actors from a renaissance fair. It would have been a comical sight if it weren't so terrifying. These were the Knights of Byzantium a powerful group of knights dating back hundreds of years. As the end of days approached they divided in to sects to stop it. Some chases the key, some artifacts, and some chased people. These men were here for a child, one of the first to be born to fight against or for the darkness.
"Nothing sir, there is nothing that indicates Kristine was here or ever here."
"Have you searched everywhere? Any place with a lot of people and where she could get assistance would be a likely hide out for her and that bastard son of hers."
"We check shelters, abandoned warehouses, homes, and still nothing?"
"Hmmm. If my sources are right Mac is here. If Mac is here so is the child and in the year I chased that girl she never left her son alone for even a second."
"I'm sorry General Valone, but she isn't here."
"Ahhh, that wench is a menace."
Valone was about to order a withdrawal when a lieutenant came up to him.
"Sir did you say any place where she could find assistance?"
"Do you know something brother?" Valone was impatient and didn't want to deal with lieutenant looking to get himself promoted in the ranks.
"In our search, the name of a vampire that is said to have a soul has come up many times. It is said he helps the helpless. He was once aligned with the slayer and as you know some believe the slayer helped Kristine escape three years ago."
Valone thought on this for a moment. Maybe this lieutenant wasn't a waste of time after all. "Take a group of men. Dress as civilians and monitor this vampire if you see Kristine or anything that might suggest they know her call us immediately."
"Yes sir."
*****