Is Daddy an Angel?
Chapter Five
A/N: sorry to all, I got my chapters mixed up. It is in fact this chapter where we learn of other things going on. Once again, terribly sorry!
Reader Responses:
Bluie: I try to get my chapters up as soon as I have them, or at least that's what I've done with previous stories. With this one, I post the previous chapter after I get the next one done. Example: by the time I post this, I shall have chapter six ready to post, but since I don't have it totally typed as I'm writing this, you'll have to wait half an hour or so. I'm strange like that.
Yes, I am no remembering that Spike and Dru broke up, but in this story, he promised her...something. Not sure what. My muse hasn't covered that yet. That would be another story, which we probably won't get.
The end, what was that? Oh, the direction thing...yeah, I'm sorta leading towards she figured out who it was, but like I said, my muse runs the show, I just sit at the computer and type up what she says. She's big time boss, and I know better than to piss her off. So yeah, let's just go with that. I was almost remember Spike calling someone Ducks, so we're saying he called Buffy ducks at one time, and that was the thing that got to her, since I couldn't think up anymore nicknames, I really didn't feel comfortable calling Buffy Angelcakes. Didn't think that'd go over well...
Rik na Kitsune- don't worry, in this chapter, your question will DEFINITLY be answered. Really sorry about that really mean teaser, I totally got my chapters mixed up!
Lisa Anne1- I'm glad you liked it. I've never written Lorne before, I don't think, I don't remember ever doing so, anyway, so it was fun and challenging. It wasn't too repetitive with the names, was it? I couldn't come up with anything else!
Have I ever mentioned how much I enjoy writing evil Spike? He is so much...funner to write than chipped or souled Spike!
Oh! I learned how to make a custom dictionary, so if spelling was bad before, because I hate checking spelling with all the Buffy words, it should be better now, cuz words like Hellmouth and Xander and Host and Lorne and Cordelia don't show up. Not that all of those are in this story...
Moving on....
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She spent all that night wandering the streets. She had had trouble with the first vampire she met, but she soon found it quite like riding a bicycle; you never forget how to kill.
The next day she went in to work at the diner, having nothing else to do during daylight hours, but she had to call in sick from the club.
"Anne, you can't keep doing this. You're a favorite."
"Look, Jay, my daughter's missing. I have to be out there looking for her!"
"I never knew-"
"She's not from work. She's my ex-boyfriend's. He died before she was born. Please, Jay, she's all I've got left."
"Fine, whaddeva. Just hurry it up. I can't guarantee your job'll be here when you get back." Then he hung up. She sighed and went to get ready for her hunt. She had to be ready to kill the bastard when she found him
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
"So?" the dark haired man asked. He sat at the table next to his best friend as their mentor came in.
"Uh nothing. How have things been here?"
"Not good. We called Ms. Hartford, but she wasn't any help, again. She didn't believe us." The only women in the room said.
"Sunnydale is on a sodding hellmouth! Why won't people get that?" he cried exasperated, slamming his things down on the dining room table.
"It'll be ok. We'll find her." The red head said soothingly.
"It's been almost five years, and we haven't heard head nor tail about her. If he can't find her, then I must confess, what chance do we have?" they all looked to the dark haired man who stood by the window, as always staring out.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
She came in giggling uncontrollably. He followed her.
"Was that fun, Pet?" he asked, grabbing her and kissing her roughly.
"Shhh. Shhh." She murmured, turning to the bed, "the little one sleeps." He looked and sighed.
"I almost forgot about her. Oh well, we'll just have to wait-"
"Sh. Bad dog. Ruff." She looked at him from the corner of her eye, placing a hand over his mouth.
"I'm a very bad dog." He drawled, biting her hand softly. She moaned softly as his teeth, lips and tongue worked their way up her arm to her neck. She quivered and sighed as he nibbled at the nape of her neck. She grabbed his head and held him there so he couldn't pull away.
But as quickly as the wind shifting, she turned from him. "Very bad dog. Stop that." She glared at him, and he laughed softly.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Her second night out, she started asking questions.
"Where are they?"
"I don't know!" she punched him in the face. "Mr. Pointy says otherwise." She dug the point into his chest.
"Just kill me then!"
"Oh, I will. Just not right now." She said, "Now, where is he?" she pushed the stake deeper into his flesh.
"I'm telling ya, lady, I don't-"
"Do you even know who you're dealing with?"
"T-The slayer?"
"No, I'm the Mother." She jabbed the stake into his chest, and he turned to ash with what would have been a satisfying POOF! But Kathy was still missing, and she was too worried to be satisfied with a routine kill.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
"Mail's here!" she called, sorting through the rather large stack. She wasn't sure exactly when her house on Revello Drive had become an apartment building, but with Him in the basement, Willow and Xander in her old office, and Giles living there as well, things were hectic. Only He had set foot in her room in the past four years, though.
One by one, they came and got their mail, Willow her computer magazine and grades, Xander his paycheck, and Giles his letters from those big with the demonic knowledge. He had been keeping in close contact with many, but that hadn't help any with finding Buffy.
Once everyone had gotten their mail, and she had put away the bills for another day, there was still a thick envelope on the table. It was addressed to The Big Poof. She walked into the kitchen and down cellar with package in hand.
"I think this is addressed to you." She said. He stepped out of the shadows and took the envelope.
"Nobody knows I'm here." Then he looked at the address label. "I should have known." He threw it aside.
"Aren't you going to open it? It could be something important."
"From Spike? I doubt it. Nothing's important anymore." He melted back into the dark recesses of the basement to mope.
"Do you mind if I open it?"
"Go ahead." She bent and picked up the padded envelope. She pulled up the two metal strips up, and opened the flap. She tipped it, and photos came fluttering out. She caught some in her hand, but many fell to the ground.
"Angel, come look at these!" She had bent down, and now sat on her knees on the cold cement floor, surrounded by thirty or so 3x5 photos. "Do you think- "her voice held a tint of barely contained hope, as he picked up one picture after another.
He had seen enough, and rushed up the stairs, and then she heard the front door slam. She just sat staring at the little girl with blond hair and big brown eyes that reminded her so much of her own little girl, once upon a time.
Chapter Five
A/N: sorry to all, I got my chapters mixed up. It is in fact this chapter where we learn of other things going on. Once again, terribly sorry!
Reader Responses:
Bluie: I try to get my chapters up as soon as I have them, or at least that's what I've done with previous stories. With this one, I post the previous chapter after I get the next one done. Example: by the time I post this, I shall have chapter six ready to post, but since I don't have it totally typed as I'm writing this, you'll have to wait half an hour or so. I'm strange like that.
Yes, I am no remembering that Spike and Dru broke up, but in this story, he promised her...something. Not sure what. My muse hasn't covered that yet. That would be another story, which we probably won't get.
The end, what was that? Oh, the direction thing...yeah, I'm sorta leading towards she figured out who it was, but like I said, my muse runs the show, I just sit at the computer and type up what she says. She's big time boss, and I know better than to piss her off. So yeah, let's just go with that. I was almost remember Spike calling someone Ducks, so we're saying he called Buffy ducks at one time, and that was the thing that got to her, since I couldn't think up anymore nicknames, I really didn't feel comfortable calling Buffy Angelcakes. Didn't think that'd go over well...
Rik na Kitsune- don't worry, in this chapter, your question will DEFINITLY be answered. Really sorry about that really mean teaser, I totally got my chapters mixed up!
Lisa Anne1- I'm glad you liked it. I've never written Lorne before, I don't think, I don't remember ever doing so, anyway, so it was fun and challenging. It wasn't too repetitive with the names, was it? I couldn't come up with anything else!
Have I ever mentioned how much I enjoy writing evil Spike? He is so much...funner to write than chipped or souled Spike!
Oh! I learned how to make a custom dictionary, so if spelling was bad before, because I hate checking spelling with all the Buffy words, it should be better now, cuz words like Hellmouth and Xander and Host and Lorne and Cordelia don't show up. Not that all of those are in this story...
Moving on....
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
She spent all that night wandering the streets. She had had trouble with the first vampire she met, but she soon found it quite like riding a bicycle; you never forget how to kill.
The next day she went in to work at the diner, having nothing else to do during daylight hours, but she had to call in sick from the club.
"Anne, you can't keep doing this. You're a favorite."
"Look, Jay, my daughter's missing. I have to be out there looking for her!"
"I never knew-"
"She's not from work. She's my ex-boyfriend's. He died before she was born. Please, Jay, she's all I've got left."
"Fine, whaddeva. Just hurry it up. I can't guarantee your job'll be here when you get back." Then he hung up. She sighed and went to get ready for her hunt. She had to be ready to kill the bastard when she found him
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
"So?" the dark haired man asked. He sat at the table next to his best friend as their mentor came in.
"Uh nothing. How have things been here?"
"Not good. We called Ms. Hartford, but she wasn't any help, again. She didn't believe us." The only women in the room said.
"Sunnydale is on a sodding hellmouth! Why won't people get that?" he cried exasperated, slamming his things down on the dining room table.
"It'll be ok. We'll find her." The red head said soothingly.
"It's been almost five years, and we haven't heard head nor tail about her. If he can't find her, then I must confess, what chance do we have?" they all looked to the dark haired man who stood by the window, as always staring out.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
She came in giggling uncontrollably. He followed her.
"Was that fun, Pet?" he asked, grabbing her and kissing her roughly.
"Shhh. Shhh." She murmured, turning to the bed, "the little one sleeps." He looked and sighed.
"I almost forgot about her. Oh well, we'll just have to wait-"
"Sh. Bad dog. Ruff." She looked at him from the corner of her eye, placing a hand over his mouth.
"I'm a very bad dog." He drawled, biting her hand softly. She moaned softly as his teeth, lips and tongue worked their way up her arm to her neck. She quivered and sighed as he nibbled at the nape of her neck. She grabbed his head and held him there so he couldn't pull away.
But as quickly as the wind shifting, she turned from him. "Very bad dog. Stop that." She glared at him, and he laughed softly.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Her second night out, she started asking questions.
"Where are they?"
"I don't know!" she punched him in the face. "Mr. Pointy says otherwise." She dug the point into his chest.
"Just kill me then!"
"Oh, I will. Just not right now." She said, "Now, where is he?" she pushed the stake deeper into his flesh.
"I'm telling ya, lady, I don't-"
"Do you even know who you're dealing with?"
"T-The slayer?"
"No, I'm the Mother." She jabbed the stake into his chest, and he turned to ash with what would have been a satisfying POOF! But Kathy was still missing, and she was too worried to be satisfied with a routine kill.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
"Mail's here!" she called, sorting through the rather large stack. She wasn't sure exactly when her house on Revello Drive had become an apartment building, but with Him in the basement, Willow and Xander in her old office, and Giles living there as well, things were hectic. Only He had set foot in her room in the past four years, though.
One by one, they came and got their mail, Willow her computer magazine and grades, Xander his paycheck, and Giles his letters from those big with the demonic knowledge. He had been keeping in close contact with many, but that hadn't help any with finding Buffy.
Once everyone had gotten their mail, and she had put away the bills for another day, there was still a thick envelope on the table. It was addressed to The Big Poof. She walked into the kitchen and down cellar with package in hand.
"I think this is addressed to you." She said. He stepped out of the shadows and took the envelope.
"Nobody knows I'm here." Then he looked at the address label. "I should have known." He threw it aside.
"Aren't you going to open it? It could be something important."
"From Spike? I doubt it. Nothing's important anymore." He melted back into the dark recesses of the basement to mope.
"Do you mind if I open it?"
"Go ahead." She bent and picked up the padded envelope. She pulled up the two metal strips up, and opened the flap. She tipped it, and photos came fluttering out. She caught some in her hand, but many fell to the ground.
"Angel, come look at these!" She had bent down, and now sat on her knees on the cold cement floor, surrounded by thirty or so 3x5 photos. "Do you think- "her voice held a tint of barely contained hope, as he picked up one picture after another.
He had seen enough, and rushed up the stairs, and then she heard the front door slam. She just sat staring at the little girl with blond hair and big brown eyes that reminded her so much of her own little girl, once upon a time.
