Title: Requiem for a Jaded Dream
Author: DeadRoseBlush
Chapter 2: Tell Me the Truth and Show Me It
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy nor Harry Potter, Joss and Rowling do however.
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I sucked in a breath as my throat constricted. "Mommy?" I asked childishly.
"Shh. Let me start." Liam cocked his head in her direction. He seemed to be the example of calm. He leaned against the wall his eyes closed and his breathing even.
"I was 22 when I first met him. He saved me from being raped and drained by a pack of vampires. He was knight in shining armor rushing up on his white horse. Only he wore black and his car was a mustang black convertible." Liam gave a small smile. But I stood there in shocked silence. My body felt numb. Why had our mother never told us before? "I asked him if there was anything I could do to repay him. And he told me he just wanted a place to stay for the week. I agreed. During that week we became friends then lovers. He left late at night while I slept. I did not see him again for three years. And when I did the passion was ignited within us once more and we fell to the bed in passion and-."
"Mom!" I said indignantly. I did not want to hear of her sexapades.
"Oh! Gomen, I forgot. Well, he left the next morning and nine months later there you were Liam. You look just like your father; you are named after him. Well another three years went by and he had found me. I had moved. I welcomed him and showed him you Liam. He was so proud. And he finally told me why he was so surprised that he had a son. He's a vampire. Vampires cannot have children. He stayed with us for a month and we showed our love to each other. And then he told me that he had to leave. And I watched him go. I do not know where he is or even if he still is alive. He never told me, but he never loved me, if he did well, it would have been different." She finished her story and I stood there frozen.
"So that would make me part vampire?" Liam asked.
"Hai."
"How come I never wanted to drink blood or anything?"
"Up until you were three both of you drank blood. Then you just didn't want any. I tried to feed you but you didn't want any." I stared at my mother. I was part vampire and slayer, the vampire blood was diluted but still there. I was part of what I killed. My father was probably a vampire I had slayed. I had probably killed my own father. Oh my god, I had killed my father. I almost stopped breathing, my heart pounded. It was weird you know. This heart beating was circulating blood that I have never known that I had until now. "Rae?" my mother broke my thoughts.
"Hai?"
"Will you and Liam be going then?"
"Nani?"
"To Hogwarts, Rae. Have you been spacing out through this whole morning?" Liam asked. He had sat down now and was suspending a pen above his own letter. "I'm going. You should come too, you get to save the world, and you might find a boy who is actually interesting in creepy undead girls." My eyes widened.
"You jerk!" I screamed and hit him hard.
"Hey ow! That hurt!"
"It was meant to hurt." My mother rolled her eyes.
"Rae, Liam, stop fighting."
"Hai Okaasan." We said at the same time. I turned to Liam.
"Li, are you done with the pen?"
"Don't call me Li! And yes I am."
"Thank you." I sang out as I wrote my answer. There was a pop and both the sheets disappeared.
"Cool." Liam said with a smirk. I in turn stared at the empty space and wondered how Liam could take this easily while I couldn't. I never understood him, he was always so calm when others were panicking, and I mean I never have really panicked but I have gotten a little edgy. Liam stood and spoke, "I have to get over to Charlie's house, his car is malfun. And he needs me to help to fix it." Liam was like that, if he was too lazy to say the whole word he would only say part of it, turning mustang into 'stang and malfunctioning to malfun. It was kind of annoying but you got used to it. He left the room.
I bolted upstairs after him and changed into my biker chick outfit; black jeans, combat boots, black tank top, and leather duster. I stepped out of my room as Liam did and I followed him to the door, asking if I could come with. I really needed a good ride and some relaxation.
"Please?"
"No! Jeez, ever hear of no means no?"
"Come on! I won't bother you!"
"Yeah but you'll be making out with Chris the whole time and I'll have to puke." Liam grabbed is coat.
"Onegai?" I asked again.
"No! And that is fin-." He was cut off as he opened the door. In front of us was a man dressed in a dress or was it a robe? I blinked and slid my hand behind me to grab the stake I kept with me at all times. He had half-moon glasses with twinkling blue eyes behind them. He had white hair and a long beard also. "Who the fuck are you?" Liam asked without much tact.
"I am Albus Dumbledore." He said with a twinkle in his eyes. I blinked. Liam flushed.
"Sorry, sir."
"It's quite alright." I stuck my hand out.
"Pleased to meet my new employer." I said.
"Ah, but you are also my student." I frowned, Damnit.
"Righto." Liam said.
"Come on in." I said to Mr. D. He followed me in.
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Dumbledore spoke with my mother for a few minutes then he turned to Liam and me.
"Well, since you have both accepted I supposed it is time for us to go to Diagon ally to get your supplies."
"That would be great." My mother stood. She pulled me close to her.
"Wo ai ni." She told me quietly. "Be careful my child. You must be careful. You have much to learn. I wish you only happiness and successfulness. Be careful." She said again and whispered a Buddhist prayer in my ear. Then with a flourish she took out her wand and tapped my back. For a moment there was nothing, then a searing pain that disappeared within a minute. She did the same to Liam and by the time I was able to breathe it felt like fire.
"Wh-what was that?" I asked breathlessly.
"I magically etched the prayer into you back. It will be with you forever. Or until I take it off. It will protect you." (A/N: in case your wondering what this might look like, this would the same Buddhist prayer that Angelina Joile had etched into her shoulder with that freaking long ass needle. Only this one had more and is large and covers her entire back, from just under scapula to her just before her lower back and the rest is a spell that wards off evil.) I shifted; it felt like I had sunburn all over my back, that burning was going to drive me insane. "Mom, can you please take it off."
"No." she said firmly. I scowled at her. Liam looked calm. He was smiling but in that smile there was a grimace, I am pleased to say. My mother turned to Liam and hugged him whispering words of wisdom in his ear before stepping back.
"I'll floo your things to the school, tomorrow." She said.
"Floo?"
"It's a way of travel." She explained. "I love you both." She said as she lit the fireplace and pulled out a stone from the fireplace. Inside was the neon green floo powder.
"What do I do with this?" I asked as I picked some up.
"Put the powder in there and step inside of the fire." My mother said. I did, being a Slayer had it perks, I wasn't nearly afraid of fire as I should be. "Now say 'the Leaky Cauldron' as clearly as you can."
"The Leaky Cauldron!" there was a spinning sensation and I closed my eyes. I could feel it; I was getting nearer to my destination. If I were coming out of a fireplace at a great speed most likely I would be thrown out. 'Prepare for duck and roll landing,' I thought warily. My feet touched down and I was thrown forward. I duck and rolled right out of there. It probably looked like some kind of action movie, where the hero is covering in plaster dust from shooting at the ceiling and he ducks and rolls and while he does this the dust poufs off of him, it looks all badass. Then he gets up and shoots the bad guys. I think that happened in Blade, great movie. So anyway I ducked and rolled in ended up crouching in the end. I stood and dusted myself off.
Everyone had turned to see the yank in roll in. I raised an eyebrow, "What is this? Fashion group statement of the year?" I asked, way tacky, everyone was wearing what Albus was. "Jeez, know how to sheep, much?" no one spoke. I sighed. There was noise behind me and I turned and saw Liam standing and brushing his clothing off. "Damnit. And I just washed these."
"Where's Albus?" I asked just as there was puff and pop. I blinked, Albus stood in front of me wearing a smile. "Ack! Where the hell did you come from?!"
"I apperated."
"Oh alright, that makes me feel so much better." I said with all of the sarcasm I could manage. I continued, "Considering that I have no freaking clue what that is."
"You will learn it in time, Ms. Kogo."
"I hope I do." I said with more sarcasm. He led Liam and me out into the ally without a word to anyone else.
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"Great, a wall! How exciting." I was tired, bored, and kind of hungry. How would you have acted? Albus smiled and took out a stick, wand, whatever, and tapped the wall in different places. The wall began to fold itself, and when it was done the site of a square bustling with people, erm wizards and witches struck me. Stores met my eyes that I have never heard of. I blinked, one, twice, three times. "Holy hell." Was all I could say as I stared. Liam shoved in front of me and stared.
"Cool."
"Stow it!" I said and marched off. Albus stepped with me.
"We should go to Ollivanders first." He said.
"And what exactly is in Ollivanders?"
"Wands." Was the only thing he said as he stopped in front of the shop and swiftly walked inside. I stood there waiting for Liam. Liam, out of breath, stopped in front of me.
"Damnit. I hate it when you use your Slayer strength." He whined.
"Come on, this something that you'll like." I said and led him inside.
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Albus and a man with light, light blue eyes stopped talking.
"Ah. So this is the Slayer and her brother. Vampires you said?"
"Yes, Dimitri."
"Only half, Sir." I said.
"Ah well I think I have the perfect wand for you, Ms. Kogo." He scurried to the back of the shop.
"Yes, yes, curious, indeed." He muttered to himself as he pulled the slim black box out from where it was practically hidden. He hurried back and presented the wand to me. The lining of the box was black. I gazed at the wand. It was black and perhaps 12 inches.
"Ebony, 13 inches, with the core of a Vampires soul. Not very flexible I'm afraid." I gazed at it before reluctantly picking it up. The shop went cold and it was like a black veil had been pulled over my eyes, as a surge of power rushed through me. I blinked and it was gone.
"Well, that seems to be the wand for you. Now for your brother." He went off again talking as he went. "This one came in only a few days ago. It is a beautiful wand." The box was red with pink lining. Liam gazed at the wand before picking it up. There was the same noticeable whoosh and then it stopped. "Let's see that is, Cherry Wood, 12 inches, it has some flexibility, and its core, I believe, is Slayer blood." I blinked and stared at his wand. It has Slayers blood in it, "I believe the Slayers name is Buffy." Buffy? Weird name, much.
"Buffy is one of the Slayers that you will be meeting, Rae." Albus said quietly.
"Okay, cool." I stuck my wand in my pocket and Liam followed my example.
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We headed over to Flourish and Blott's. Liam choose a few books on Defense Against the Dark Arts and a book called Vampyer. I choose several books on DADA and vampires, as well as a few on mythical creatures, and goddesses. What? You think I wouldn't? I would like to know more about them considering I totally wished I was one. A girl can dream. Anyway, we went from there to the apothecary, then to the school supply store. Finally we stood in front of Madam Malkin's Robes. "Ehe, I'm a guy so I don't think I will be going in there." Liam said.
"Why Liam, didn't you know, all wizards where robes. It's, like, required." I said with a malicious grin. He glared and I smirked.
We walked in. Immediately M.M was on us. She spoke of different styles and such while the tape measured. "Madam, I believe we will just have the normal Hogwarts robes."
"Albus, can I pretty please have them in color?" I asked.
"Seeing that you will be a student I think the answer is, no." Damn. Well, at least I got to have a dress robe. For the next hour MM and I talked about the dress robes and finally I saw one that made me go all 'Whoosh' inside. Okay, so maybe it really wasn't that much of a robe but more like a dress. But still, MM had the right idea. It's a deep emerald green with silver trimming, and the string and behind the very corset like bodice is silver to. It of course laces in the front. Ooo-la-la. It's very tight and form fitting on top with a scoop neck. However upon reached the waist it flows freely, kind of makes me think of those old 1700's dresses or from, like I dunno, Elizabethan times, the sleeves are freaking long but they flare out at the end. I like it.
"How much?"
"10 galleons." She said with a smile. (5 galleons to a twenty in America. Can anyone tell me what the Wizard system with Knuts, sickles, and galleons? I don't know.)
"I'll take it." Dumbledore smiled and paid MM. Score one for Rae.
"By the way deary, if you point your wand at it and say, Presto Chango Trimming or Dress and say the color you wish them to be you can change the color. I know the incantation is corny but it was my own spell and those words were never used." Nifty I thought, I would definitely be using that one. Liam rolled his eyes; he had found one but well in a more guyish sense. His was blue. Blue really was his color. We were done, finally.
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Dumbledore smiled at us and we loaded down with packages made out way back to the Leaky Cauldron. Once inside Dumbledore shrank the packages and put them in a pocket then, dropped what he called a sickle into an empty dish beside the floo powder container and took some powder. He threw it into the fire and stepped in, "Hogwarts!" The process was repeated with Liam and me.
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I did that impressive roll once more and even pulled out a couple of knives and twirled them before turning to my left and placing one at the woman's heart and one at her throat. I glared coldly. "Who are you?" She looked down at the knives.
"Impressive. But if I do this-." She whirled and caught my arms under her own and pressured my hands to drop the knives. "How will you get out?"
"Easy." I said as my knives clattered to the floor. I yanked my arms back with all of my strength and lifted her to flip over me. She flipped and turned getting into a fighting stance.
"You're good." She said and got out of her stance, I refused however, to get out of mine. She smiled; she was a pretty sort, shorter then me with long slightly curly dirty blonde hair and bright hazel eyes. "I'm Buffy Anne Summers." She said and stuck out her hand. I stared for a second.
"Evelyn Rachael Kogo, it's a pleasure to meet the woman who gave her blood for my brother wand." I said. She blinked in surprise.
"Really, your brother received my blood?"
"Yes."
"What is the core of your wand?"
"A vampire's soul." Her eyes clouded with pain for a second and she stuck out her hand.
"Lemme see." I handed her my wand. She stared at it.
"It has two soul entwined." She said quietly.
"How can you tell?"
"You'll be able to tell with time."
"Do you know the vampires?"
"Yes."
"Who?"
"Darla and Drusilla." I blinked as a memory surface. It was awhile ago, but I had been wandering around when a vampire jumped me. She was pretty and obviously from England and very insane. She spoke weirdly, like she was some type of prophet. I remember smelling her, a trait that Slayers seem to have, or perhaps it's my vampire blood. I also felt her vampiric signature. I staked her but I remember her feeling but I had almost forgotten the incident until now. That's why the wand chose me. It had the insane woman's soul inside. It recognized me. And that's why it felt so familiar. Eh, disturbing little wand, nothing but trouble I tell you. I should burn it! As if it were listening to my thoughts the wand glowed ominously red and skidded out of Buffy's hand landing on the floor. I picked it up, and cold washed over me. 'Please don't be afraid Evelyn Darling, I only want to play, Aunt Drusilla wants to play with you.' I dropped the wand in surprise and the cold whooshed away.
"Evelyn-?" Buffy started to ask.
"Don't!" I cried out.
"What?"
"Don't call me that. Rae is fine." I said. She gazed at me with a frown before there was a whoosh and Liam came tumbling out of the fireplace. Buffy's eyes widened when she saw him.
"Angel." I heard her whisper, shock evident in her eyes. She shook her head and to cover up her surprise, coughed loudly. "Sorry, I had a frog in my throat." She said with a smile. I blinked, what the hell was that? I relaxed my shoulders and body.
"So where's Dumbledore?"
"He asked me to take you to your rooms until tomorrow."
"Alright, lead the way." Liam ogled at her ass as she walked in front of us. I kicked him sharply.
"Ow! What the fuck!" he said rather loudly. Buffy turned with a frown.
"What-?" I cut her off.
"Nothing I think he just stubbed his toe."
"Oh. Well, come on then, the rooms not that far away." She said, her long legs stretched the fabric of her jeans and I heard Liam gulp. I glared at him and walked ahead. Within second we were in front of a large tapestry. A young woman dressed in a peasants outfit from the medieval times was holding a vampire down as she held a stake above his heart. She thrust the stake down and he 'poofed' and disappeared to dust. "'Ello, there, My I 'ave the password, please?" Buffy smiled.
"Sunnyhell!"
"Thank you, miss." She said her British accent pronounced. The tapestry swung open and Buffy climbed through the hole and I followed with Liam bringing up the behind.
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Candle and firelight flickered, creating shadows across the room. I shuddered; it was kind of creepy. I glanced around the room. People were sitting in overstuffed chairs. The chairs varied in color, mostly dark colors, red, blue, purple, green, and black. The walls were painted a dark red-ish purple color and the carpet was black. I raised an eyebrow at this but it was the people that caught my attention. An older male, a one eyed male, a red head, a two women brunette style, and a blonde male. "These are people that I have known a long time." Buffy said.
"Hey! You're the Watcher that came to my house last year!" I said. The man in tweed stood, his blue eyes twinkling behind his wire frame glasses.
"Yes, I am. Evelyn is your name?" I shivered at the name.
"Please, call me Rae. And this is my brother, Liam" I said, a quake went through me again. Liam smiled and gave a nod.
"This is Rupert Giles." Buffy introduced.
"Hi, I'm Cyclops. I lost my ability to shot lasers out of my eye." The brunette man said with chuckle. I laughed, "Actually my name is Xander Harris."
"I'm Willow Rosenburg, I practice Wiccan magic." She said and wiggled her fingers and waves of glitter followed them.
"I'm Andrew and this is Faith." Said the blonde haired man. The older and curlier haired brunette smiled at me and wiggled her fingers in a greeting.
"I'm Dawn, Buffy's sister." The younger brunette spoke her voice like a gentle wind.
"Hello." I said.
"So you're here to help against this Volley Court guy right?" Buffy asked.
"Voldemort." Giles corrected.
"Whatever, Giles."
"Yeah, I am, I'll also be taking classes."
"Cool!" Dawn squealed happily. "I am too! What year?"
"Sixth." I replied.
"Me too!" she yelled happily. She grabbed my hands and I suddenly felt like a child again, how long ago was it when I had let myself laugh and play, too long. Too long. We giggled and twirled. My stomach was undoing the nervous knot. My muscle relaxed.
"We going to be Sixth years!" we sang out happily.
"We are going to find cute boys!" we sang again.
"We need to stop before we get to dizzy!" I screamed. She laughed and we flung ourselves away from each other. I landed on a chaise lounge and she landed in Xander's lap. Xander blushed furiously and Dawn smiled and got up. I blinked, and how old was Xander?
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A tingle went up my spine and I whirled to the "door". Buffy and Faith had tensed up but I was the one who had taken action. I walked calmly to the "door" and pulled out my knives. I was about to fling the knives when the "door" swung open. I faltered when I caught site of a Liam wannabe. Buffy also seemed caught in the moment. Her eyes softened and pain and happiness shone in her eyes. "Angel." She whispered. She took a step toward him. He sucked in an un-needed breath.
"Buffy." He said. He stepped toward her and then they were in each other's arms. They held onto each other tightly. Discreetly I noticed Xander's lips tighten angrily. "Angel" stepped away from Buffy. I was discreetly twirling my knives threateningly and in general looked very badass if I do say so myself. "Angel's" eyes landed on me. He gave a small gasp that everyone but me seemed to not notice. I frowned and stowed my knives as I was stowing them my hand brushed the wand. 'Oh look Drusilla, is that Angelus? What does he call himself now? Angel? Who knows, he keeps switching so we never will know who it is. And remember Liam?' I blinked as the cold washed away leaving me feeling dirty almost. I felt weird. "Darla....." I let the name slip off my tongue, enjoying the feeling I got from it. Three heads snapped into my direction, but I was too far-gone to notice. Who was this mysterious Darla? And Drusilla, what of her? Who were they? How old were they? Did they still exist?
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I sucked in a breath. Fire caught in my stomach rushed to my lungs and the cold settled over me. A veil fell in front of my eyes and that's when I felt it and saw it. It wrapped around my body like a snake, then another came, and doing the same twisting the other did. They tightened around me and I gave a surprised squeak. My lungs burned with need for air but I couldn't breathe. My body felt cold and I gave another cry as the last of my precious air was sucked out. My blood ran frozen within me. My body cried out for oxygen but I ignored it and savored the silken but tight caresses of these spirits twisted around me. They loosened their grip on me and I gasped in pants of air. The silken sliding of their form was getting me, for lack of a better word, very scared. Cold hands, colder then the spirits sliding over me, gripped my forearms tightly. I gasped and was pulled out of my trance.
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"Angel" stood before me. His dark eyes bore into mine. I shuddered and felt Darla and Drusilla retreat. "Are you alright?" he asked, eyes pleading, haunted eyes. Stop it! Stop it, now! How dare you! How could you! No, just stop! Don't do it-
"Hello? Are you alright?" he asked. I recovered.
"I'm fine!" I stressed and stood. "Nothing like near death to bring me to my senses." I said haughtily. 'I wished you missed me like I missed you......' Stop! Now please stop! Shut up! At that moment my mind wasn't exactly sound. After encountering those snake-like spirits, the dream I had about being a goddess then youkai flared had flared up, making it impossible for me to discern the correct time.
"Shut up!" I cried. My façade whirled, "You can't just kick me out! I am the War goddess! Who is going to-." Twist. "Shut up! Stop! I order you to sto-." Slide "Accept your fate, your army will perish and you will be defeated and crushed into-." Slip. "I care none for him, kill the beast-" Crack. "Get up and fight! You dirty, humans, I am here there is no reason-." Crumble. "So you think of me a-." Click. "Weak? I am a goddess! You humans are the-." Clack. "Pitiful and you call yourself a youkai? How dare you be in my-." I gave a cry and was yanked from the two colliding times.
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Dumbledore's face floated above me. "What happened?" I asked thickly.
"Your past personas are conflicting. Drink this." He pushed a flask into my hands I drank it and promptly let the darkness wash over me. "Better?"
"Much." I said. The others had left the room and we were alone.
"Your personalities are colliding with one another. But there is nothing we can do."
"What do you mean? What are you talking about?"
"You didn't realize? You've been re-incarnated. Twice. Apparently you did something naughty while a goddess and were turned into a youkai. Then you died and became you. This often happens with re-incarnation. The body sometimes gets confused. I can take it away but there are possible consequences."
"Like?"
"If I were to take the goddess away you would become very much an epitome of bad. And if I were to take the youkai away you would become too good and wouldn't be able to fight." My mouth dried. Evil or too good. I would rather go with evil any time. I frowned.
"Would it be too bad if I got rid of them?"
"No that only happens in a rare occasion."
"Can you do it?"
"Yes but tomorrow, Liam, Dawn, and you are going to be sorted. You will be the Head-girl along with Hermione Granger. Also Draco Malfoy with be the Head-boy with Ronald Weasley. They will keep you incidents under control."
"And how, pray-tell, am I supposed to pass for a Head-girl?"
"This is a time turner, you'll be using it to repeat hours of the day to learn and catch up. But we decided that the time turned will be used to extra schooling, you will be doing, as Miss Rosenburg says, a Vulcan Mind Meld with Miss Summers and Miss Granger." He gave me an hourglass like object and rattled on for a few minutes about how to use. The info stuck in my mind but I wasn't listening to him right now.
"Sounds like fun." I mutter darkly. He chuckled.
"I don't think your hate of school will continue after this." He said, rather chipper-ly. I was ready to say, 'Stow it old man!'
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Dumbledore left afterward and I stood alone in the common room. It was comforting kind of loneliness. This was new to me and admittedly terrifying. Who would I meet? Harry Potter, who was he? Were there betrayers? Liam seemed fine with this, but I couldn't help but remember that the seventh circle of hell was reserved for betrayers and mutineers, at least, according to Jack Sparrow, a fictional but cunning character. Would I become a betrayer, it was in my blood after all. How could in not be, being that I was kicked out for betraying a terrible secret was what Dumbledore had said my past self had done. And vampires weren't very loyal either. Youkai were known, when there were still thousands living, to be cunning and mutinous. Would I turn my back on this and become what I dreaded? These thoughts weren't light ones. They weren't something I wanted to think about and dwell upon.
I turned to examining Angel and his connection to my wand. My wand held perhaps old lovers or comrades of his. I knew he was vampire and old too, but I didn't know his history. Darla had spoken of Liam and Angelus. Liam was my fathers name, was he a comrade of Angel? Angelus sounded like a lengthened Angel. Was that Angel's alter ego? And Buffy? What of her connection to the handsome Angel, an Old lover? It seemed like that, but I sensed tension in the air. Xander didn't like it when they hugged. Had he dated Buffy? Or had he just not liked Angel. I hadn't noted the others reactions but they didn't matter. Dawn had also flirted with Xander. He had to be at least 23 and she was 18, were they attracted to each other? I was tired; I didn't have time for these pointless thoughts. I frowned, how would I find my room? As this thought occurred, Liam thundered down the staircase.
"Come on, there's some hot cocoa and pajamas in our room and there a warm bath drawn for you." His hair, I noticed, was wet. I smiled to reassure him I was fine and trooped upstairs.
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As I sank into the warm bath, I let the water wash away my worries, I could ponder later. Now was the time of the bath. No one and nothing would interrupt this sacred time. I sank into up almost to my nose. Bubbles floated atop the orchid scented water and I felt my pondering wash away, replaced with thoughts of cute British boys.
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DRB: I think that was a good way to end a long and complicated chapter.
Rae: Yes, I agree.
DRB: Okay, I need a little help on the subject of Spike, originally I was going to have him be a baddy and turn Rae onto the dark side of things. He will probably be lurking the forest looking for trouble and she'll run into him but won't kill, something will draw her in. Here's a little excerpt from it.
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I strolled through the forest. My senses on high alert. Liam had wanted to come but I had brushed him off. I wanted a night alone to do what I wanted, not what someone else wanted. I was the Slayer, no one else, save Buffy and Faith.
A crack sounded to my right and I snapped my head toward where the sound had come. My eyes darted around to find whatever made the sound. My senses went on high alert, a vampire, probably an old one, was prowling. I sighed, "Look, I already know you are there, so there is no point in trying to pretend you're not out there and then make creepy noises." I shouted into the silence. There was rustling and a person stepped forward. My breath caught, he was a sight indeed.
His bleached hair was slicked back, Draco style. He was tall, perhaps six-foot-five or just six-foot. I couldn't tell, but I did know that he had wonderfully toned sinewy, lean muscles under that black ensemble. His leather duster was well worn and as he looked up I caught piercing blue eyes. I was lost in them. They were bright and magnetic. Fire rushed to my belly and I tried to rid myself of it. He gave a dark sardonic chuckle.
"'Ello Love. Decided to come a-hunting alone? Don't you know that dangerous beasties lurk." He was a foot away and I stepped back and looked up into his eyes defiantly.
"Like you?" He gave another of those chuckles that twisted and shivered its way down my spine.
"Yes, like me, Bint."
"I have a name."
"I like your fire. It amuses me." I growled. "Oh, no need to be testy. I'm not going to attack you, I've had a fill of my students for one night."
"I'm not afraid of you, you just piss me off." I growled out. He stepped forward and I refused to step back.
"You smell of vampire." He said quietly. "But you are a Slayer. Have you been sleeping with one?" he sneered and I flushed. That was something another vampire had said to me a year ago. Now I knew why I did.
"No, my father is, was, a vampire."
"Awww, did baby girl Slay her father." he said and smirked.
"No."
"Well, Chit, it been lovely chatting with you, but I have other pressing matters to attend to. If you want to have a talk, or a bit to eat, just come a-haunting around this neck of the woods." He walked off without another word. Some many innuendoes in those sentences. He could help me, he could break me, and he make me. And I knew, at that moment, I was seduced by that bleached vampire. I was seduced into the dark end of the yin and yang.
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DRB: basically that's a little something that I have toyed with, the other scenario is Spike coming with Angel and just catching a drink of blood instead of going to the chambers that are occupied by Buffy and Co. If he were to come it would take place after the latest season of Angel, so there would be a lot of strain between the whole Angel/Buffy/Spike situation. Please drop me your opinion on this matter. It would be a lot of help.
Rae: I personally like the first one.
DRB: that you, not me. I'm divided.