A/N: Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter, Angel, and Buffy
characters. I own one character though, Bryan, which I made up, so..yah...
Chapter 2: New Guy Alert
The next few months went by without much happening, the usual patrol around the city was done much quicker with the help of the Scooby Gang and the additional Slayers. But in Buffy's mind, one night stood out from the rest.
It all began as she wandered aimlessly through the dark alleyways behind a group of towering, deserted buildings. Buffy perceived that someone was stalking her from the buildings' rooftops. Looking up, she saw caught a glimpse of a figure leaping gracefully from one rooftop to another. She slowed down, giving the stalker time to jump down from the rooftop to attack her. Quick as a bullet, the pursuer took advantage of what he thought was Buffy's moment of "vulnerability" and leapt silently towards her. But just as his feet touched the ground, Buffy whirled around and stabbed him with her wooden stake.
Then, surprised that the man didn't go "poof" like most vampires would, Buffy effortlessly dragged him towards the nearest streetlight to survey the damage she had caused. Fortunately for the guy, Buffy miscalculated his height, and ended up stabbing him somewhere else. Mouth slightly open in shock, Buffy stared at a young boy no older than 16 bearing a striking resemblance to Angel. Wearing DC skateboarder shoes, baggy pants, and a loose Airwalk shirt, he sat, propped up against the lamppost, bleeding from an open wound in his stomach. "Oh my god...I'm sorry..." apologized Buffy, tearing the boy's shirt and binding his wound with it. "No worries, I get that all the time." He gasped painfully as Buffy helped him towards her car.
In the backseat of Buffy's car, the boy asked, "Are you a Slayer?" "Yes." Came Buffy's short reply. "You must be Buffy then!" he said with surprising cheerfulness and a hint of a British accent. "Yeah! How do you know me?" she inquired, not taking her eyes off the road." "Well, I've been hoping to meet you...You know Angel, and I need to confront him about something..." he answered nonchalantly. "Who are you? What do you want with Angel?" Buffy asked suspiciously, barely believing that the forces of evil could have sent this young boy. "Oh umm, sorry, how rude of me...I'm Bryan, I was born in Ireland 16 years ago and grew up in England. And uh...I'm Angel's son..Umm..OTHER son..."
Chapter 2: New Guy Alert
The next few months went by without much happening, the usual patrol around the city was done much quicker with the help of the Scooby Gang and the additional Slayers. But in Buffy's mind, one night stood out from the rest.
It all began as she wandered aimlessly through the dark alleyways behind a group of towering, deserted buildings. Buffy perceived that someone was stalking her from the buildings' rooftops. Looking up, she saw caught a glimpse of a figure leaping gracefully from one rooftop to another. She slowed down, giving the stalker time to jump down from the rooftop to attack her. Quick as a bullet, the pursuer took advantage of what he thought was Buffy's moment of "vulnerability" and leapt silently towards her. But just as his feet touched the ground, Buffy whirled around and stabbed him with her wooden stake.
Then, surprised that the man didn't go "poof" like most vampires would, Buffy effortlessly dragged him towards the nearest streetlight to survey the damage she had caused. Fortunately for the guy, Buffy miscalculated his height, and ended up stabbing him somewhere else. Mouth slightly open in shock, Buffy stared at a young boy no older than 16 bearing a striking resemblance to Angel. Wearing DC skateboarder shoes, baggy pants, and a loose Airwalk shirt, he sat, propped up against the lamppost, bleeding from an open wound in his stomach. "Oh my god...I'm sorry..." apologized Buffy, tearing the boy's shirt and binding his wound with it. "No worries, I get that all the time." He gasped painfully as Buffy helped him towards her car.
In the backseat of Buffy's car, the boy asked, "Are you a Slayer?" "Yes." Came Buffy's short reply. "You must be Buffy then!" he said with surprising cheerfulness and a hint of a British accent. "Yeah! How do you know me?" she inquired, not taking her eyes off the road." "Well, I've been hoping to meet you...You know Angel, and I need to confront him about something..." he answered nonchalantly. "Who are you? What do you want with Angel?" Buffy asked suspiciously, barely believing that the forces of evil could have sent this young boy. "Oh umm, sorry, how rude of me...I'm Bryan, I was born in Ireland 16 years ago and grew up in England. And uh...I'm Angel's son..Umm..OTHER son..."