Title: Who's next 3/?

Arthur: Christen Hays (PurplehaysC@netscape.net)

Disclaimer: These Characters belong to Joss Whedon, except Tiama and anyone else you don't recognize.

Distribution: Take it, but let me know. If you have any of my other fics, go ahead.

Comments: this is my first fanfic so please be gentle! And I want all the comments good or bad you have!  (Oh I got this idea from reading Child of Love so who ever wrote that thanks)

~J~

"Did Cordelia tell you?"

I couldn't possibly tell him that my mother told me. "Yes, don't be mad at her though she didn't mean to. But you still haven't answered my question."

"I know I haven't but I don't know how to. I mean I know why I didn't tell you. It just your mother is a hard topic for me."

"I know dad, I understand. And I know you love her. I see the way you eyes light up whenever her name is mentioned. That's all I need to know. You don't have to explain the whole Slayer-Vampire relationship to me."

He smiled. "You're right I do love her. But the real reason I didn't tell you was because I didn't want you to become or even think about being a slayer. I don't want you to and I won't let you go through what your mother has gone through in her life." He looked at me hoping that I would understand what he was saying. "What's with all the questions about you mother any way?"

I moved a little ask he asked me that. "Uh… I don't know. You just keep promising me that you're going to let me meet her and since I know you never will so… You know why don't we go this weekend please dad? I want to see her."

This time he was the one to move. "Uh… Tia..."

"Dad, come on I just want to meet her you don't have to tell who I am just let me meet her. Just do this one thing for me please."

"Tia…" I looked him in the eye pleading with him. "Ok. Now will you go to bed."

I got up and hugged and kissed him on the check. "Thank you! And of course I'll go to bed now. Good night Dad. I'll see you in the morning."

He hugged. "Good night Tiama. I love you." He got up and walked to the door. "I love you too.

A load bagging on the hotel door woke me up. I walked out of my room still in my pajamas and I saw Dad walking towards the door in just his pajama pants. I grabbed one of his shirts and threw it at him. "Dad, put this on. I mean you won't want to scare whoever is at the door would you?"

He took the shirt and growled at me and put it on. As I head for the door, he started to yell at me, "Tiama, don't answer that it may be a demon!"

I laughed "Dad, I lived in this hotel long enough to know that demons and ghost don't use the door." As I head for the door again he screamed again.

"Tiama, just let me answer the door, ok?"

I backed away. "Ok, you're the parent."

"You're right I am." He opened the door. There was a couple and they both had red head with a boy about my age that was also red headed. The girl had been crying. There was a black haired guy who was by himself. There was this old man and this blond guy. None of them looked too happy.

As soon as the red headed girl saw my dad she ran to him and cried hysterically. "Oh, Angel."

"It's ok, Willow. Just tell me what's wrong."

"It's Buffy…" He looked her right in the eye and so did I.  "What about Buffy?"

"Angel, she was murdered last week. We wanted to tell you sooner. We just didn't know how to tell you."

As I heard the girl named "Willow" say that I started to cry.  "No!"

My dad ran over to me. "Tiama, it's ok… Sweetheart, it's ok."

But I knew it wasn't my mother was dead. "Everything is not ok, she's dead! Can't you accept that? She's dead, Dad!" I ran out of his arms and into my room. I couldn't stand to be crying in front of everyone.

As Tiama flew out of the room I wanted to go chase after her and tell her that how bad I felt about hearing that Buffy was dead but everyone was staring at me.

Finally Xander spoke up, "So dead boy who was that?"

I growled at him.  "That's my daughter, Tiama. And Xander don't call me dead boy!"

They all looked at me. Oz spoke up; "You have a daughter? And where is the mother?"

"She's dead. " I decided to change the topic. "So speaking of kids. Who does the red head kid belong to?"

Willow spoke up. "This is Damon he's Oz and mine son."

I smiled. "So you and Oz finally got back together? We'll I'm glad to hear that. Congratulations Will, Oz."

They smiled. Then the door to the hotel swung up and Cordelia, Wesley and Gunn came running in through the door. "Angel big news." The looked around "Or maybe you already know."

Cordelia looked at everyone and whispered to Xander. "Did yall tell him about Buffy?" I looked at her.

Spike spoke up, "Cordelia he's not deaf, dead yes but not deaf."

"Oh…" 

"Cordelia they told me. And before you ask I'm fine." She smiled.

Everyone was looking at Gunn. "Oh everyone this is Charles Gunn. Gunn this is Spike, Giles, Xander, Willow, Oz and…" I looked at where I thought Damon was. "Oh Willow, Oz where is your son?"

Damon tried to find what room the girl had run to. He wanted to try to comfort her since everyone else seemed too busy to care. He finally heard crying coming from one of the rooms at the end of the hall. He walked over to it and knocked on the door, hoping that she would let him in. As the door opened, he looked at her and could tell she had been crying. "What do you want?"

"I came to talk to you about Buffy."

She looked at him with a gleam of hope in her eyes. "You knew Buffy?"

"Of course, I knew you mother. She was like an aunt to me. Our mother's were best friends."

She looked at him shocked. "How did you know she was my mother?"

"It's obvious. I mean you look like her and you act like her and you won't have gone of crying if she wasn't. Now can I come in?"

She nodded her head and he walked in. As he walked in he could tell that she was still staring at him, "Oh my name is Damon. And if I remember right you Tiama. Right?" She nodded. "Would you might if I asked you a question before I tell you about you mother?"

"Oh sure."

"Ok, I wanted to know what it's like to have unusual parents. You're the only other person I've ever meet that knows what it's like to have weird parents."

She laughed.  "I guess it's just something that I'm use to. Well I got a question what's it like to have a mother?"

I smiled. "I don't really know how to describe it. She just always there for me I guess. I don't really know what I would do if I didn't have her…"

While Damon was talking, Tiama was watching him. She couldn't help but smile. There was something about him that she knew she liked. She had the sudden urge to kiss him.

Damon could tell that Tiama wasn't listen to him any more. "Tiama? Hello Tiama?" She snapped out of it.

"What… oh were you saying something?"

He laughed. "It wasn't that important any ways. So how about you tell me what it's like to have a Vampire as a father is? I only know what it's like to have a werewolf as a father and a witch as a mother."

She started to tell him about Angel but he was not really listening, he was too busy staring at her. She was so beautiful. All the sudden he just wanted to kiss her. He leaned into her and kissed her and she kissed him back. When they finally broke apart he looked at her and said, "That's wasn't the smartest thing to do was it?"

"What are you talking about I thought it was a good idea?"  She looked at his sadly.

 "Not that I didn't like the kiss. It just that your father's a vampire right?" He looked at her worried.

"Yes, but he hadn't bitten any one in a very long time, so don't worry plus I would never let him do anything do." She smiled and they kissed again but she couldn't help but wonder how her dad would react. 

~end of chp 3~