Is Daddy and Angel?
Chapter Four
Author's Notes: The song is "In My Daughter's Eyes" written by James Slater, and sung by Martina McBride. It is on her self-titled album, Martina.
Bluie Twilight Star- Ok, so it WAS Lily/Chanterelle that ran the shelter...I thought it was her the second time i saw the episode, and then I didn't think it was, and just the other day I figured out that it WAS her, since she took Buffy's name. About that happening, I'm thinking about it. Maybe not the demon thing, but I think she might go to Lily for help, since I might have something not too bad happen to Kathy. And then she'll recognize her and that it'll make her go back, or something. I'm glad you like the name Kathy. I would have rather had it be Angela or something, but I use that one really often, and I decided that Kathy, since that was Liam's sister, it would be a good choice, or ,might have Angel have told her about Kathy...his sister, that is...Or he WILL tell her! Not too sure. My muse says write this, and I write it. I am just the vessel that she uses to get her works out. It's only my passion... Lol, an annoyingly long answer to an annoyingly long review! Oh, and if you like this story, then you might like the one I'm working on right now. not going to post it until I'm totally done and satisfied with it, but it's a challenge that Gidgetgirl sent me, and I'll thank her once again for sending it to me! It's about Buffy's half-sibling, and I'll leave it at that. It doesn't have a title yet, but I'll let oyu know when I post it, ok?
Queen Boadicea- I'm sorry for your difficulties. When I used ~ * ~ * ~ that means that the scene is changing, whether it be time or a new place. Right now I am revealing some of the characters, but as of yet I am not giving them names, not until the later chapters, so I'm sorry in advance if that's a problem as well. Names, actually, should be next chapter...
Oh, and Queen Boadicea, it's only Mrs. Smithson. I haven't given her a husband, I just named her Mrs. Because she's supposed to represent a grandmother like figure in Kathy's life. Though hopefully soon, she'll get to meet her own grandmother.
Biscuit- You question should be answered in this chapter, but if not, in the next one, certainly.
Lisa Anne1- Well, you won't have to wait long, because this is the chapter I reveal that, even if I don't put down names, hopefully you'll be able to figure it out through what they do and say.
buffy fan- I'm not trying to punish anyone, whether they review or not! You look at my other stories...some as many as 100 typed pages, and I still update, even though no one seems to be reading. And I don't really care what people think of the characters, or the story, I've been teased so much it's all, well, pardon the cliché, 'like water off a duck's back' by now. The reason why this is the first time I've gotten o update is because I've finished writing the next chapter, so if I somehow get A LOT of reviews, then I can still have a chapter to reward everyone with. I swear I'm not trying to punish anyone. I believe in positive reinforcement!
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She ripped the yellow tape declaring, "POLICE LINE: DO NOT CROSS" from her doorway, and entered her tiny apartment. She had taken the rest of the day off from both of her jobs, and her bosses had not been pleased, but it had to be done.
He hadn't let her sleep those three nights in the shelter, always warning her of impending doom and danger, when all she wanted to do was find her daughter and go on with her miserable life. He kept showing her an oddly familiar vampire's face, but she figured if you'd seen one, you'd seen them all.
But she knew that wasn't right. She knew she knew this vampire, and had tangled with him before. And he had her baby girl. He was going to pay.
She bypassed the kitchen, with it's now sparkling floor, with no trace of the red liquid that had been spilled upon it the last time she had been here. She went directly to her closet and climbed up on a chair. She reached behind the snapshots of her and Kathy, and pulled out a largish chest.
Inside was a whole assortment of weapons, from discreet stakes, to crossbows, to huge axes and broadswords. She pulled out a smallish axe and hid it in her large pocket. She pulled out four stakes and hid them on her body. She pulled out a cross, and stuck it in her back pocket. She left the box where it was, and went to her jewelry box. She opened the bottom drawer, which only had two things in it. She pulled out His Cross, and stared at the ring a moment, before taking that as well, for good luck.
She looked around the ever-neat apartment; with the bedroom door closed to hide the mess she had yet to clean up in there. She nodded in satisfaction, being fully armed, turned off the lights, and locked the door.
She was on a mission.
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"Where am I?" the little girl asked, as she sat up on the huge bed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
"OoOoOo! She's awake!" the woman bounced up and down as she spoke.
"Calm down, luv, you'll frighten the girl." The man said, then he turned to the little girl. "You're gonna be staying with us awhile, bit."
"Where's Mommy? Where's Mr. Gordo?" Her eyes started to fill with tears.
"Who?" He looked at her, confused.
"Mr. Gordo. He's my best friend. He plays with me when Mommy can't. I-I ...w- want... Mr. Gordo!" she said, and the tears began trickling down her face.
"Who's going to frighten her?" the woman asked, leaning on him, before sitting down on the bed in front of the girl. "Mr. Gordo fell down and got lost." He smiled, and left her to it. She was in one of her lucid phases, so the kid'd be ok for about ten minutes. "But I have a special friend for you to play with. Her name's Miss Edith. And she's dying to meet you."
The girl sniffled twice, but looked up at the woman with big eyes. The woman got up off of the bed and floated over to the dresser. She picked up one of the glass dolls there, and returned to the bed.
"Now be careful. Dolly's break easily. And then I wouldn't be happy at all." Kathy slowly took the doll from the woman and sat her on her lap.
"She has soft hair," she said, running her hands over the doll's head. "Her skin's so cold!"
The woman just stared at the girl, running her hand over the child's cheek.
"Your skin's cold too. Will my skin ever be that cold?" She asked.
"Nah, pet. Mommy wouldn't be to happy with us if it were." He came back into the room.
"Please? Just a little bite?" the woman looked up at him and pouted like a child.
"I said no, luv. There shall be no tasting of her."
"You never let me have any fun." She pouted, taking the doll back, and playing with her hair.
"You want fun, Luv? Leave the doll here, and we'll see what this town has for fun." He enticed.
"OoOoOoOo! Goody!" she cried, placing the doll back in the child's hand. She clapped her hands twice, then got up from the bed.
"Can I come too?" Kathy asked, sitting up on her knees.
"No. Stay here." She sat back down, a pout on her small face. "That won't get you anywhere, bit." He then took the woman's arm, and left the room, closing and locking the door behind them.
Kathy sat quietly on the bed, playing with the doll.
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Her first stop was an underground club that tailored to demons and humans alike. Just like Willy's. A woman was singing on stage, not too good, but Buffy sat down at the bar anyway.
"What'll ya have, sweet cheeks?"
"Information."
"What type?"
"Do you get vampires in here?"
"Vampires, fungus demons, we get all types in here. But don't worry, we have a No Violence policy here."
"Have you had any new customers? They'd be vampires. They would be older, but new in town?"
"What's with all the questions, honey?"
She sighed, wondering just how much she should let out of the bag. "My daughter was kidnapped. Vampires, I'm sure of it."
"Have to give me more than that. Hey, hold that thought, honey bunches of oats." He held up his hand, and paid attention to the girl onstage as she finished her song. He nodded his head in a thoughtful manner, then turned back to her, "As I was saying, I need something more to go on. I don't rat on my customers. But why don't you have a drink, compliments of The Host. And take a crack at singing." He slapped the bar and walked towards the girl who was now coming off the stage. He met her half way, and he whispered in her ear. Then he sat down at a table next to the stage. He looked back at her, and waved her forward, and she complied, trying to think of a song to sing. Something that was easy enough. Finally she thought of one, and stepped onto the stage.
"In my daughter's eyes I am a hero
I am strong and wise and I know no fear
But the truth is plain to see
She was sent to rescue me
I see who I wanna be
In my daughter's eyes
In my daughter's eyes everyone is equal
Darkness turns to light and the world is at peace
This miracle God gave me gives me strength when I'm weak
I find reason to believe
In my daughter's eyes."
After she was done, she let the last note fade away, and set the mike down, and stepped from the stage, to numerous applause. The demon once again waved her over.
"Nice voice, kiddo, now listen here. The vampires that have your daughter, you've faced them before, on the hellmouth. They are old ones, this man and woman.
"And listen, sweet cheeks, you're needed. You've been on the run for so long, it's time to stop. Things are bad now, but they're only going to get worse. Do you think this was coincidence? You're little girl being taken now? There was once a time when you didn't believe in coincidences."
"How do you know all this?"
"I read people when they sing, their destinies. But you, sweetums, the PTB have tons to say about you, dear girl. They're not too pleased with you, not one bit."
"Do you know anything else about these vampires?"
"Only that you've beat them before, ducks, and you let them live, and now they haunt you."
"Ducks..." the nickname reminded her of someone...who had called her that before? "Are you sure you don't have anything more?"
"I'm not a storyteller. You were sent here by the PTB so I could help you, just as he once did."
"Well, uh, thanks again." She said, getting up to go.
"Oh, you're future's going to get better. That's your destiny."
"Thanks." She gave him a rare smile, then she left. She went up the stairs, thinking. Then it hit her. "Of course!"
Now she had a direction.
Author's Notes: The song is "In My Daughter's Eyes" written by James Slater, and sung by Martina McBride. It is on her self-titled album, Martina.
Bluie Twilight Star- Ok, so it WAS Lily/Chanterelle that ran the shelter...I thought it was her the second time i saw the episode, and then I didn't think it was, and just the other day I figured out that it WAS her, since she took Buffy's name. About that happening, I'm thinking about it. Maybe not the demon thing, but I think she might go to Lily for help, since I might have something not too bad happen to Kathy. And then she'll recognize her and that it'll make her go back, or something. I'm glad you like the name Kathy. I would have rather had it be Angela or something, but I use that one really often, and I decided that Kathy, since that was Liam's sister, it would be a good choice, or ,might have Angel have told her about Kathy...his sister, that is...Or he WILL tell her! Not too sure. My muse says write this, and I write it. I am just the vessel that she uses to get her works out. It's only my passion... Lol, an annoyingly long answer to an annoyingly long review! Oh, and if you like this story, then you might like the one I'm working on right now. not going to post it until I'm totally done and satisfied with it, but it's a challenge that Gidgetgirl sent me, and I'll thank her once again for sending it to me! It's about Buffy's half-sibling, and I'll leave it at that. It doesn't have a title yet, but I'll let oyu know when I post it, ok?
Queen Boadicea- I'm sorry for your difficulties. When I used ~ * ~ * ~ that means that the scene is changing, whether it be time or a new place. Right now I am revealing some of the characters, but as of yet I am not giving them names, not until the later chapters, so I'm sorry in advance if that's a problem as well. Names, actually, should be next chapter...
Oh, and Queen Boadicea, it's only Mrs. Smithson. I haven't given her a husband, I just named her Mrs. Because she's supposed to represent a grandmother like figure in Kathy's life. Though hopefully soon, she'll get to meet her own grandmother.
Biscuit- You question should be answered in this chapter, but if not, in the next one, certainly.
Lisa Anne1- Well, you won't have to wait long, because this is the chapter I reveal that, even if I don't put down names, hopefully you'll be able to figure it out through what they do and say.
buffy fan- I'm not trying to punish anyone, whether they review or not! You look at my other stories...some as many as 100 typed pages, and I still update, even though no one seems to be reading. And I don't really care what people think of the characters, or the story, I've been teased so much it's all, well, pardon the cliché, 'like water off a duck's back' by now. The reason why this is the first time I've gotten o update is because I've finished writing the next chapter, so if I somehow get A LOT of reviews, then I can still have a chapter to reward everyone with. I swear I'm not trying to punish anyone. I believe in positive reinforcement!
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She ripped the yellow tape declaring, "POLICE LINE: DO NOT CROSS" from her doorway, and entered her tiny apartment. She had taken the rest of the day off from both of her jobs, and her bosses had not been pleased, but it had to be done.
He hadn't let her sleep those three nights in the shelter, always warning her of impending doom and danger, when all she wanted to do was find her daughter and go on with her miserable life. He kept showing her an oddly familiar vampire's face, but she figured if you'd seen one, you'd seen them all.
But she knew that wasn't right. She knew she knew this vampire, and had tangled with him before. And he had her baby girl. He was going to pay.
She bypassed the kitchen, with it's now sparkling floor, with no trace of the red liquid that had been spilled upon it the last time she had been here. She went directly to her closet and climbed up on a chair. She reached behind the snapshots of her and Kathy, and pulled out a largish chest.
Inside was a whole assortment of weapons, from discreet stakes, to crossbows, to huge axes and broadswords. She pulled out a smallish axe and hid it in her large pocket. She pulled out four stakes and hid them on her body. She pulled out a cross, and stuck it in her back pocket. She left the box where it was, and went to her jewelry box. She opened the bottom drawer, which only had two things in it. She pulled out His Cross, and stared at the ring a moment, before taking that as well, for good luck.
She looked around the ever-neat apartment; with the bedroom door closed to hide the mess she had yet to clean up in there. She nodded in satisfaction, being fully armed, turned off the lights, and locked the door.
She was on a mission.
~ * ~ * ~
"Where am I?" the little girl asked, as she sat up on the huge bed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
"OoOoOo! She's awake!" the woman bounced up and down as she spoke.
"Calm down, luv, you'll frighten the girl." The man said, then he turned to the little girl. "You're gonna be staying with us awhile, bit."
"Where's Mommy? Where's Mr. Gordo?" Her eyes started to fill with tears.
"Who?" He looked at her, confused.
"Mr. Gordo. He's my best friend. He plays with me when Mommy can't. I-I ...w- want... Mr. Gordo!" she said, and the tears began trickling down her face.
"Who's going to frighten her?" the woman asked, leaning on him, before sitting down on the bed in front of the girl. "Mr. Gordo fell down and got lost." He smiled, and left her to it. She was in one of her lucid phases, so the kid'd be ok for about ten minutes. "But I have a special friend for you to play with. Her name's Miss Edith. And she's dying to meet you."
The girl sniffled twice, but looked up at the woman with big eyes. The woman got up off of the bed and floated over to the dresser. She picked up one of the glass dolls there, and returned to the bed.
"Now be careful. Dolly's break easily. And then I wouldn't be happy at all." Kathy slowly took the doll from the woman and sat her on her lap.
"She has soft hair," she said, running her hands over the doll's head. "Her skin's so cold!"
The woman just stared at the girl, running her hand over the child's cheek.
"Your skin's cold too. Will my skin ever be that cold?" She asked.
"Nah, pet. Mommy wouldn't be to happy with us if it were." He came back into the room.
"Please? Just a little bite?" the woman looked up at him and pouted like a child.
"I said no, luv. There shall be no tasting of her."
"You never let me have any fun." She pouted, taking the doll back, and playing with her hair.
"You want fun, Luv? Leave the doll here, and we'll see what this town has for fun." He enticed.
"OoOoOoOo! Goody!" she cried, placing the doll back in the child's hand. She clapped her hands twice, then got up from the bed.
"Can I come too?" Kathy asked, sitting up on her knees.
"No. Stay here." She sat back down, a pout on her small face. "That won't get you anywhere, bit." He then took the woman's arm, and left the room, closing and locking the door behind them.
Kathy sat quietly on the bed, playing with the doll.
~ * ~ * ~
Her first stop was an underground club that tailored to demons and humans alike. Just like Willy's. A woman was singing on stage, not too good, but Buffy sat down at the bar anyway.
"What'll ya have, sweet cheeks?"
"Information."
"What type?"
"Do you get vampires in here?"
"Vampires, fungus demons, we get all types in here. But don't worry, we have a No Violence policy here."
"Have you had any new customers? They'd be vampires. They would be older, but new in town?"
"What's with all the questions, honey?"
She sighed, wondering just how much she should let out of the bag. "My daughter was kidnapped. Vampires, I'm sure of it."
"Have to give me more than that. Hey, hold that thought, honey bunches of oats." He held up his hand, and paid attention to the girl onstage as she finished her song. He nodded his head in a thoughtful manner, then turned back to her, "As I was saying, I need something more to go on. I don't rat on my customers. But why don't you have a drink, compliments of The Host. And take a crack at singing." He slapped the bar and walked towards the girl who was now coming off the stage. He met her half way, and he whispered in her ear. Then he sat down at a table next to the stage. He looked back at her, and waved her forward, and she complied, trying to think of a song to sing. Something that was easy enough. Finally she thought of one, and stepped onto the stage.
"In my daughter's eyes I am a hero
I am strong and wise and I know no fear
But the truth is plain to see
She was sent to rescue me
I see who I wanna be
In my daughter's eyes
In my daughter's eyes everyone is equal
Darkness turns to light and the world is at peace
This miracle God gave me gives me strength when I'm weak
I find reason to believe
In my daughter's eyes."
After she was done, she let the last note fade away, and set the mike down, and stepped from the stage, to numerous applause. The demon once again waved her over.
"Nice voice, kiddo, now listen here. The vampires that have your daughter, you've faced them before, on the hellmouth. They are old ones, this man and woman.
"And listen, sweet cheeks, you're needed. You've been on the run for so long, it's time to stop. Things are bad now, but they're only going to get worse. Do you think this was coincidence? You're little girl being taken now? There was once a time when you didn't believe in coincidences."
"How do you know all this?"
"I read people when they sing, their destinies. But you, sweetums, the PTB have tons to say about you, dear girl. They're not too pleased with you, not one bit."
"Do you know anything else about these vampires?"
"Only that you've beat them before, ducks, and you let them live, and now they haunt you."
"Ducks..." the nickname reminded her of someone...who had called her that before? "Are you sure you don't have anything more?"
"I'm not a storyteller. You were sent here by the PTB so I could help you, just as he once did."
"Well, uh, thanks again." She said, getting up to go.
"Oh, you're future's going to get better. That's your destiny."
"Thanks." She gave him a rare smile, then she left. She went up the stairs, thinking. Then it hit her. "Of course!"
Now she had a direction.
