A Life From A Dead
7
Angel enhaled the cool, fall air deeply. So nice to be back. Sure it was what, a few days, maybe some weeks since he was gone? He couldn't wait to hug his baby, get to Buffy...
' Wow.' Angel said, coming upon the school. It had changed dramatically. More trees, shrubbery, a new building or two... not to mention the whole other floor.
' They did all this in weeks?' Angel said, impressed. He couldn't wait to take Ronua there. Everything had seemed so bleak before, but now that he had the ring, it had changed his whole attitude to cheery, happy Angel.
Not too happy though... Angel warned himself. Would the ring also keep his soul intact?
He had to pass the graveyard before he reached the Summer's home. He stopped, and stared.
The graveyard had changed too. A lot. There were more graves, and no more of that creepy mist stuff. There was a flower on every grave too. There was a little ceremonial place in the center where Angel guessed they kept the outiside funerals. The weirdest part was that there was a church right next to the graveyard, that looked brand new.
Starting to get a little worried here... Angel thought as he broke into a run. He ran all the way to Buffy, and stopped. He let out a sigh of relief. Still the same ol' house. He walked up, and knocked.
A girl answered, who looked about maybe 15. Her eyes widened at the sight of him.
' Don't you know it's dangerous to be out after dark?' She asked. Angel smiled.
' I can take care of myself.' He said in a polite way. ' Is a woman named-'
' But not against these guys. No way, they've been bolder now, grabbing people from the shadows. They say that the Slayer's getting old, isn't up to her old self. But that's not true. I've seen her in action.'
' The Slayer? You know about her?' Angel asked. The girl smiled with a little shrug. It reminded Angel of Faith.
' Sure,' The girl said. ' She's my mom.'
' Did you see who that was?' Cordelia whispered urgently. Doyle shook his head, intent on the road.
' Who, Cordy?'
' Angel!'
Doyle let out a bark of laughter. ' Cordy, Angel's... gone. 'Member? He went after that ring and didn't come back.'
' Why are you so cold? Ever since he-'
' He left without telling us, Cordelia.' Doyle said. ' We're his pals. His buddies. But now, it's always Buffy first, Buffy last. He could've at least said goodbye.'
' But you have the chance now! I swear I saw him! Right by the graveyard!' Cordelia brushed back a strand of straight, brown hair that was highlighted with dark red. Doyle could be so stubborn. Yet, she couldn't help caring for him. After she saw that he wasn't interested in stopping, she gave up. Maybe it wasn't him.
She sure as hell hoped so.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce flipped through some books, running his hand through his hair. He couldn't figure it out.
Wesley's hair was mussed up, and highlighted crazily. He only wore glasses to read. Wes was looking pretty good.
He had come to Sunnydale because of the vampire's odd behaviour. Buffy told him that the Vampires actually had more courage, nabbing people in broad daylight from the shadows, tricking humans to let them indoors...
Either that, or they were getting hungrier.
' Are you saying that the Slayer is your mother?' Angel asked in disbelief.
' Yeah, you here to make fun about it too?' The girl, or Ronua, shot back.
' No... I...' How long had it been? She was, like, 15! ' How old are you?'
Ronua's mouth popped open. ' FYI, perv, i'm not 18 you sicko. And if you don't get the hell outta here, I will personally kick your pale, white ass.'
Now Angel's mouth popped open. ' Okay, I hardly think that-' Before he could even get a sentence out, Ronua slammed her fist right into his nose. Angel was so startled that he stumbled back, and fell flat on his back.
' Hey!' He started to yell, but stopped. That had actually, kinda, hurt. Well duh, her parents are two beings with strength. Angel looked at Ronua, who was shutting the door.
' Up yours, loser.' She yelled as it slammed shut.
' Ronua, who are you talking to?' Buffy asked behind her. Ronua turned, and smiled.
' Some weirdo.'
' Let me see.' Buffy said, worrying what her daughter had done this time.
' No worries, mom, already took care of him, the perv.' Ronua said with a scowl. Buffy opened the door, and saw a man standing in the driveway. Buffy sighed and knocked her forehead against the wall when she saw a dark stain on his hand. She grabbed for the first aid kit, which was right by the front door ever since Ronua learned that hitting hurts.
' Aw, Mom, I hardly hit him,' Ronua started.
' Just wait upstairs.' Buffy said. She stepped outside. ' I'm really sorry for whatever she did, she doesn't really know her-'
The man turned. Buffy gasped and dropped the first aid kit. Her hand flew to her mouth, her eyes brimmed with tears.
' Own strength.' Angel said with a smile. ' Like I haven't heard that one before.'
Hope ya'll like that. I know it wasn't that funny, but I'm trying to get Ronua to be a bit like Faith
Ronua is pronounced ( Ruh-Nu-wah)
Sorry I had to leave it like that. I'm hungry.
Oh, and Time can go different in other dimensions.