A/N: You guys have been really cool with the reviewing and all. I so owe all of you major hugs. Now sit back and relax with this chapter. Enjoy!
CHAPTER 12
"Liam!" Mrs. O'Connor called. "Liam, wake up! You're going to be late for school."
Angelus released a light moan and rolled over, slowly opening his eyes. He released a shocked gasp when he realized he was staring at his deep red wallpaper. He sat up and glanced around at his old bedroom. Things were exactly the same as when he'd left. Another thing he noticed was that the sun was radiating in deep from his curtains, yet nothing happened. He was just able to feel the glow.
The teenager climbed out of bed and glanced into his wall mirror to see his handsome face looking back at him. What in the world was going on?
"Liam." Mrs. O'Connor appeared at his door. "Sweetheart, are you all right?"
"Mother?" Angelus stared closely at her. "Y-you're alive."
"Liam, are you all right?"
"I'm not sure," her son replied vaguely.
"It's probably just nerves from starting the new school. But, honey, there was just too much trouble at your old one."
"New school?" Angelus repeated. "What's going on? Where's Dad?"
"He just left for work."
"What about Katherine?" the boy asked next.
Mrs. O'Connor sighed deeply. "Liam, I know this is hard. But we both know she died months ago. It's time to get out of denial."
Angelus fell to the foot of his bed in despair. "She… You… I don't understand."
"You must have had quite the night last night. Why don't you get ready for school, all right?" Mrs. O'Connor left out, shutting the door behind her.
"Mmm, the birds," Dru smiled in her sleep. The girl sat up and stretched her arms a little, before glancing around at her surroundings. She was in her living room, on the couch. She wore jeans and a blue, long sleeved top. "Where am I?" she wondered out loud. It was so strange. She couldn't even get a vision on it.
Dru stood up and left the room, heading down the hall. Pictures of her younger self hung on the wall. She entered the kitchen, looking at the door of the refrigerator. It was covered in the doodles she had made in kindergarten. Her mother had refused to throw them away. Yes, it was definitely Dru's house, without a doubt.
"Dru?" her father stepped into the kitchen. "Oh, there you are, honey. I wanted to drive you to your first day of the new school."
"Daddy," Dru whispered in awe.
"Oh, and I wanted to give you this," he said. Mr. Dunn flashed a silver cross on a chain before her eyes. "Keep God with you through all the new experiences."
"No," Dru said immediately, turning away from the cross. "You can't."
Her father stepped behind her and started to tie the chain around her neck. "Nonsense. This has been in our family for three generations. It's real silver, you know."
Dru felt the cold metal press against her chest as her father was done putting it on her. Wait. It really was cold. She didn't feel even the slightest burning sensation. Dru slowly reached out and touched the necklace cautiously. Still no burn.
"It's…" Dru turned and looked her father in the eye. "It's beautiful." She suddenly, not knowing why, reached out and hugged him around the neck.
"Hey, what's all this?" Mr. Dunn asked, hugging her back.
"I don't know." Dru pulled back and touched the necklace again.
"Come on. I'll drive you to school."
"Huh?" Dru glanced up at him. "Oh… all right." She went back to staring at the cross. What had happened?
Fred stood in front of her open locker, rummaging through it. It was one of those mornings where being a freshman could really be more of a pain than a wonderful, once in a lifetime experience.
Gunn, heading in her direction, gave her back a light shove sending her into the inside of her locker. Fred, before she could crush her nose, glanced back at him.
"Charles, you bumped into me," she said.
"Oh." He turned around. "My bad, Fred. I thought the janitor left a mop in the middle of the hallway."
"That's not funny, Charles," Fred said seriously.
"Only to you, baby." Gunn turned and headed towards Buffy's locker, where she stood with Wesley.
"Hey, Buff and English Muffin," the black boy greeted.
"Hey. Am I the only one who feels big with the bored?" Buffy asked.
"True," Wesley agreed. "Nothing new ever happens around here."
Abruptly, the double doors of the front of the school opened, revealing Angelus, Spike, and Drusilla, who all made their ways down the hall, going right pass Gunn, Buffy, and Wesley.
Gunn commented, "Now that's what I call new."
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short and, well, confusing. New one coming up really soon, promise. Please review!