Title: Who's next 8/?

Arthur: Christen Hays (PurplehaysC@netscape.com) if you want to email me during the week email me at (23405@sjamail.net)

Disclaimer: These Characters belong to Joss Whedon, except Tiama and anyone else you do not 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)

"I want an explanation, now!" Angel screamed.

"Angel, relax. I think she's a little upset right now." Cordy said.

"I can't really give you an explanation because I don't really understand anything right now." Tiama said through tears.

"What do you know?" Cordy asked.

"That what I just did in there it felt natural like I was meant to be doing it." Tiama said.

"Why do you think you're the Slayer?" Angel asked.

"Because the Oracles told me I was and so did mom."

"Your mother? You have never met your mother. And how did you see the Oracles?" Angel confused.

"The day mom died she came to me and brought me to them and she's come to see me since."

"Why didn't you tell me this?" Angel asked mad.

"Because I knew you wouldn't want to hear it. Hell, I didn't ever want to hear it!" Tiama screamed.

"Tiama!" Angel screamed.

"You know what I don't care that I just screamed at you, I don't care that I just cussed at you. What I do care about is that you will not accept something that I had no choice but to accept! Do you really think I choose this? That I choose to do the one thing my mother was killed doing?" Tiama said furious.

"I don't want this for you because I don't want you to end up like your mother."

"No you don't want this for me because that means that I won't need you any more that for once in my life I'll be able to fight by myself, that I won't be your little girl who is scared of everyone little thing that happens."

"That's not true, you know that not true."

"Yes I do, you've always lived to protect me, lived to hide me from the big evil out there, to hide me from your kind."

"My kind?"

"Yes, the vampire that you are and that could be in part because you don't want to be a vampire or it could be in a part because mom killed your kind but news flash your kind is evil and now I'm going to be killing your kind and really you can't stop me."

"Now that's where you wrong, I do hate my kind and yes I want them killed but don't think for one second that I can't stop you from killing them. Because last time I checked I was still your father which means Slayer or no Slayer you do what I say, and I don't want you to be a Slayer."

"Right and how exactly are you going to stop me?"

"With every thing I've got and every way I can."

"So the battle lines are drawn I see, me against you, father against daughter and vamp against slayer. I do not have a single doubt who's going to win this. And don't be shocked if it's me." Tiama said as she walked out of the office.

"Angel, maybe…" Cordy started to say.

"No, don't I'm going." Angel said as he walked out of the office.

"I was just going to say maybe you two should cool down and then talk." Cordy said sarcastically to her self.

Angel headed straight to his room, hoping to shut out everyone and everything else in the hotel. He could not take talking to anyone. He was so mad right now, more furious then he'd ever been in life. He didn't understand what was happening. He had already lost the love of his life to her job and now he was going to lose his daughter the same way. He needed answers, real answers. But no one could tell or no one would tell him. He was just the father, he was not someone who really needed answers or so they thought. But he wanted them. He needed them. He was not going to give up on his daughter with out a fight and that's what he planned to do. He walked backed into his office, past everyone who was asking every question they could think of. He found what he was looking for quick. He opened the page and recited the spell and then everything went dark.

"Ok, what just happened?" Tiama asked as she got up from the floor where she had just fallen. Everything seemed like it was a big blur and she couldn't really tell if she was still in her room or if she was some where's else. She started to head towards her door when she realized it was not there any more. "Ok, that's not supposed to happen." Tiama said.

"Yes it is." A voice said back to her.  "We don't need doors where we are."

"Who? Where are you?" Tiama asked confused and worried.

"Relax, feel the calmness around you. You wanted answers you're going to get them but not until you're clam." The voice replied.

"Calm, right that's really going to happen." Tiama said sarcastically.

"Where are you? Why can't I see you?" She heard her father say from behind her.

"Dad?" She asked.

"Tiama?" He asked back. "Where are you?"

"I'm…." She looked around her. There were no walls, no floor; no ceiling there was nothing but her and he father a little further behind her. "I'm in front of you."

"You weren't supposed to be affected." Angel said as he floated towards her.

"Affected by what? What did you do?" Tiama asked.

"He wanted answers which if you two could relax she'll give them to you." The voice said back.

"That's getting really annoyed." Tiama said.

"How about we do what it says, it's the only thing that seems to answer us." Angel said.

"How am I going to relax? After everything that happened?" Tiama asked.

"Forget it for now, it's the only way I know how to get out of here." Angel said.

"Ok." Tiama said as she closed her eyes and so did Angel.

"Angel? Tiama?" Buffy said with a smile.