=======================
"So Rupert. Why did you call me here?" Angel fell onto Giles's couch and stared at the Englishman, while Wes reorganized the various papers on the desk.
"Spike has a Childe."
Angel straightend considerably. "How? What about the chip?"
"Ryan was already dead, in fact, he was already a vampire. Spike said you had a minion like that. No demon."
"So Spike gave him a demon. That's what I did. He would've known."
"Anyway..." Giles's cleaned his glasses. "I figured you could help train Ryan, since he has a soul."
"You should take him to Pylea," Wes spoke up. "Lorne can take you."
"But he doesn't like it there." The vamp began to pace.
"He doesn't have to stay. Just take you there and then go get you."
"I want to meet... Ryan... first. Where is he?"
`````````````````````````````````````````
"C'mon, pet. Look at me."
Ryan kept his gaze firmly focused on the floor beside him. Father had woken up, but the little redheaded girl was still motionless. The new vampire was afraid of getting punished. Fledglings wern't to look their elders-- especially their Sires--in the eye. It was disrespectful.
Sighing, Spike thought. At least he knew he probably wouldn't get any trouble from Ryan, until he was trained anyway. But Spike wanted to see his Childe's gameface, which was still in place. He had only a glimpse of it when Ryan had woken up, and from what he could tell it was stunning. Maybe not to the human part of him, but it was the most beautiful thing his demon would ever see. Casting around his brain, he found the only soulution, but one he wasn't too eager to use.
"Now."
Immediately identifying the command, Ryan snapped his head up. Better to get beaten for disrespect than disobeying your Sire.
He hoped.
Spike gasped slightly. Ryan's face was not like any vampire's face he'd ever seen before. It seemed... well... Darker. Not color-wise, but *harder* sort of. The creases in his brow where deeper, and the whole face seemed just a little bit angrier. Ryan's eyes where different too.
Instead of being amber or yellow, the irises were an iridecent blood red, with vertical pupils. Spike had never seen a vampire with eyes like that before.
Ryan froze. There was a heartbeat. The little redheaded girl forced herself into a sitting position. What was her name? Oh yea. Willow.
Not even bothering to tear his gaze from Ryan's eyes, Spike simply said, "You alright Red?"
=She's alright= Ryan thought. =Just a little bewildered.=
And with that they all heard the front door of the Magic Box open.
`````````````````````````````````````````
Blue, green, and red eyes roved over the three newcomers that entered with Giles. One of them acctually look reletively like Giles, but younger. The second, had an expressionless face, and as Ryan could easily smell (freaky), was yet another vampire, and if he was right, another of his and Spike's bloodline.
The third was... well... he didn't know *what* the hell the thrid was. It would have been a man if it weren't green, had small red horns coming out of it's forehead, and had heavily red-rimmed eyes. Or if it wasn't wearing a flambouyant suit that made him even more noticable.
The other vampire was the first to step twards Ryan, and cocked his head to the side as he looked over the fledgeling's face.
"Open your mouth."
Quickly sensing that this other vampire was higher in order, Ryan obeyed. Father had not told him to show his fangs.
The elder vampire seemed to be inspecting his mouth, and Ryan fought the urge to bite down and drain every drop of borrowed blood the annoying bastard had in him. A sense of warning told him this was not a good idea.
"Switch out of game face."
"I-I don't know how."
"It's like just shaking it off. Will your human face back on."
Ryan did.
=Oh lookie. Another gasp from an un-breathing creature.= Willow stifled a laugh as Ryan thought this, getting a strange look from every one but him. The other vampire rounded on Father.
"YOU SIRED RYAN STILES?!"
Spike smirked at the look on his grand-sire's face. Of course, the decidedly passive and bored look on his Childe's face was even better. He had expected that Ryan would be used to reactions like that after ten years of fame, but seeing it was more humerous than he thought it would be.
He now foucused on Ryan's acctual face. It was the same as it had been before he had woken up, and the eyes where the origional blue-green with round pupils.
Spike spoke. "Settle down Peaches. I know who he is and I really couldn't give less of a fuck. If you do, got brood somewhere else."
`````````````````````````````````````````
Brad Sherwood found it a little hard getting out of the door of the bar. He hadn't drank very much, but it was enough to get a buzz. The bartender knew him, so he could leave his car there until tomorrow. He was passing an alley when a voice called out to him in a Cockney accent.
"He's one of us now."
Brad looked around. "What?"
"He belongs to my boy. I can feel him all through me." A dark-haired woman stepped out of the alley, her spacy eyes fixed somewhere in his general vicinity. "Daddy will not be happy with my Spikey." She started to walk twards him.
Brad suddenly found himself backed against a cornner of a building. "Who are you?"
"Call me Mummy," said the woman as her eyes turned yellow.
=======================
=Well that probably isn't good.=
Ryan shifted uncomfortably in his spot on the Magic Box's counter. He felt like some part of his brain was worried. It was a weird feeling, but not a bad one. Though clearly, that part of him was telling him that something was wrong. He wasn't sure what, but with the worried-ness was something that felt like...
Familiarity?
``````````````````````````````````````
Colin leaned his elbows on the kitchen table and sighed. Something was wrong, but he couldn't place it. Everything in his mind kept going back to Ryan, but his best friend was probably dust by now.
Like that *wasn't* wrong.
He hadn't told Deb about Ryan being... having been a vampire. She would most likely think he was insane. She was already on her toes from when he passed out, supposedly cold and without a heartbeat to top it off.
So, he grabbed his keys.
``````````````````````````````````````
Brad looked down to his blood-covered clothes. It was probably because he was wet that he felt like someone had dropped him in a tub of ice inside a freezer that was located somewhere in the Alaskan mountains.
"Please don't be too mad at big brother. It was for the best."
Looking up, he saw a woman in the doorway, and he also saw that he was in a bedroom.
He got off the bed, and walked twards her. "What is this?"
"He's going to need help later. You're strong, and he trusts you. But you had to be stronger."
"Who's gonna need help?"
"The giraffe is such a magnificent creature, and now he's even better." The woman clapped and let out a childish giggle, bouncing up and down. "My first little grandbaby! I'm going to give him a big kiss when we see him."
"Wha... Are you talking about Ryan?"
She nodded. "My Spike's got him. But Daddy isn't going to like him very much. He won't like you either. He kicked out one of his babies because she was like you and Ryan."
``````````````````````````````````````
The green demon approached Ryan on the counter. "Hi. I'm Lorne," he said cheerfully, holding his hand out to shake.
"Ryan," he replied. Ryan was suprised at how warm Lorne's hand felt; in fact, he didn't even want to let go because of it.
"Yea I got that earlier. I didn't even know the big guy watched television."
"The big guy?"
"Angel, over there." He pointed to the other vamp.
"Is he in the same line? Because he feels like it."
"Yes. One of his Childer is Spike's Sire. So that would make him your great- grandsire."
"Who's Father's Sire?"
"Her name's Drusilla. She's kind of a nutcase with ESP. Last we heard of her she was in Italy. But, since that was a while ago, she *could* be right outside the door."
"Can I ask what you are?"
"I'm an empath demon."
"What's that?"
"Now I know why you're so good at Questions Only. My main ability is that if you sing, I'll be able to give you a reading."
"I'm not singing."
Lorne laughed. "Well, I'll sneak into your studio and listen to a Hoedown."
================
"So Rupert. Why did you call me here?" Angel fell onto Giles's couch and stared at the Englishman, while Wes reorganized the various papers on the desk.
"Spike has a Childe."
Angel straightend considerably. "How? What about the chip?"
"Ryan was already dead, in fact, he was already a vampire. Spike said you had a minion like that. No demon."
"So Spike gave him a demon. That's what I did. He would've known."
"Anyway..." Giles's cleaned his glasses. "I figured you could help train Ryan, since he has a soul."
"You should take him to Pylea," Wes spoke up. "Lorne can take you."
"But he doesn't like it there." The vamp began to pace.
"He doesn't have to stay. Just take you there and then go get you."
"I want to meet... Ryan... first. Where is he?"
`````````````````````````````````````````
"C'mon, pet. Look at me."
Ryan kept his gaze firmly focused on the floor beside him. Father had woken up, but the little redheaded girl was still motionless. The new vampire was afraid of getting punished. Fledglings wern't to look their elders-- especially their Sires--in the eye. It was disrespectful.
Sighing, Spike thought. At least he knew he probably wouldn't get any trouble from Ryan, until he was trained anyway. But Spike wanted to see his Childe's gameface, which was still in place. He had only a glimpse of it when Ryan had woken up, and from what he could tell it was stunning. Maybe not to the human part of him, but it was the most beautiful thing his demon would ever see. Casting around his brain, he found the only soulution, but one he wasn't too eager to use.
"Now."
Immediately identifying the command, Ryan snapped his head up. Better to get beaten for disrespect than disobeying your Sire.
He hoped.
Spike gasped slightly. Ryan's face was not like any vampire's face he'd ever seen before. It seemed... well... Darker. Not color-wise, but *harder* sort of. The creases in his brow where deeper, and the whole face seemed just a little bit angrier. Ryan's eyes where different too.
Instead of being amber or yellow, the irises were an iridecent blood red, with vertical pupils. Spike had never seen a vampire with eyes like that before.
Ryan froze. There was a heartbeat. The little redheaded girl forced herself into a sitting position. What was her name? Oh yea. Willow.
Not even bothering to tear his gaze from Ryan's eyes, Spike simply said, "You alright Red?"
=She's alright= Ryan thought. =Just a little bewildered.=
And with that they all heard the front door of the Magic Box open.
`````````````````````````````````````````
Blue, green, and red eyes roved over the three newcomers that entered with Giles. One of them acctually look reletively like Giles, but younger. The second, had an expressionless face, and as Ryan could easily smell (freaky), was yet another vampire, and if he was right, another of his and Spike's bloodline.
The third was... well... he didn't know *what* the hell the thrid was. It would have been a man if it weren't green, had small red horns coming out of it's forehead, and had heavily red-rimmed eyes. Or if it wasn't wearing a flambouyant suit that made him even more noticable.
The other vampire was the first to step twards Ryan, and cocked his head to the side as he looked over the fledgeling's face.
"Open your mouth."
Quickly sensing that this other vampire was higher in order, Ryan obeyed. Father had not told him to show his fangs.
The elder vampire seemed to be inspecting his mouth, and Ryan fought the urge to bite down and drain every drop of borrowed blood the annoying bastard had in him. A sense of warning told him this was not a good idea.
"Switch out of game face."
"I-I don't know how."
"It's like just shaking it off. Will your human face back on."
Ryan did.
=Oh lookie. Another gasp from an un-breathing creature.= Willow stifled a laugh as Ryan thought this, getting a strange look from every one but him. The other vampire rounded on Father.
"YOU SIRED RYAN STILES?!"
Spike smirked at the look on his grand-sire's face. Of course, the decidedly passive and bored look on his Childe's face was even better. He had expected that Ryan would be used to reactions like that after ten years of fame, but seeing it was more humerous than he thought it would be.
He now foucused on Ryan's acctual face. It was the same as it had been before he had woken up, and the eyes where the origional blue-green with round pupils.
Spike spoke. "Settle down Peaches. I know who he is and I really couldn't give less of a fuck. If you do, got brood somewhere else."
`````````````````````````````````````````
Brad Sherwood found it a little hard getting out of the door of the bar. He hadn't drank very much, but it was enough to get a buzz. The bartender knew him, so he could leave his car there until tomorrow. He was passing an alley when a voice called out to him in a Cockney accent.
"He's one of us now."
Brad looked around. "What?"
"He belongs to my boy. I can feel him all through me." A dark-haired woman stepped out of the alley, her spacy eyes fixed somewhere in his general vicinity. "Daddy will not be happy with my Spikey." She started to walk twards him.
Brad suddenly found himself backed against a cornner of a building. "Who are you?"
"Call me Mummy," said the woman as her eyes turned yellow.
=======================
=Well that probably isn't good.=
Ryan shifted uncomfortably in his spot on the Magic Box's counter. He felt like some part of his brain was worried. It was a weird feeling, but not a bad one. Though clearly, that part of him was telling him that something was wrong. He wasn't sure what, but with the worried-ness was something that felt like...
Familiarity?
``````````````````````````````````````
Colin leaned his elbows on the kitchen table and sighed. Something was wrong, but he couldn't place it. Everything in his mind kept going back to Ryan, but his best friend was probably dust by now.
Like that *wasn't* wrong.
He hadn't told Deb about Ryan being... having been a vampire. She would most likely think he was insane. She was already on her toes from when he passed out, supposedly cold and without a heartbeat to top it off.
So, he grabbed his keys.
``````````````````````````````````````
Brad looked down to his blood-covered clothes. It was probably because he was wet that he felt like someone had dropped him in a tub of ice inside a freezer that was located somewhere in the Alaskan mountains.
"Please don't be too mad at big brother. It was for the best."
Looking up, he saw a woman in the doorway, and he also saw that he was in a bedroom.
He got off the bed, and walked twards her. "What is this?"
"He's going to need help later. You're strong, and he trusts you. But you had to be stronger."
"Who's gonna need help?"
"The giraffe is such a magnificent creature, and now he's even better." The woman clapped and let out a childish giggle, bouncing up and down. "My first little grandbaby! I'm going to give him a big kiss when we see him."
"Wha... Are you talking about Ryan?"
She nodded. "My Spike's got him. But Daddy isn't going to like him very much. He won't like you either. He kicked out one of his babies because she was like you and Ryan."
``````````````````````````````````````
The green demon approached Ryan on the counter. "Hi. I'm Lorne," he said cheerfully, holding his hand out to shake.
"Ryan," he replied. Ryan was suprised at how warm Lorne's hand felt; in fact, he didn't even want to let go because of it.
"Yea I got that earlier. I didn't even know the big guy watched television."
"The big guy?"
"Angel, over there." He pointed to the other vamp.
"Is he in the same line? Because he feels like it."
"Yes. One of his Childer is Spike's Sire. So that would make him your great- grandsire."
"Who's Father's Sire?"
"Her name's Drusilla. She's kind of a nutcase with ESP. Last we heard of her she was in Italy. But, since that was a while ago, she *could* be right outside the door."
"Can I ask what you are?"
"I'm an empath demon."
"What's that?"
"Now I know why you're so good at Questions Only. My main ability is that if you sing, I'll be able to give you a reading."
"I'm not singing."
Lorne laughed. "Well, I'll sneak into your studio and listen to a Hoedown."
================