She shook out four ibuprofen and accepted the glass of water Connor
held out. "Jesus," she groaned. "I have to find something stronger. I don't
know how this works but it seems like they're getting worse."
Connor sat next to her. "I'm just guessing, but they're coming more often, right?"
She thought back, counting in her head. "I guess so. I had four before the one about the big fight, and I've had eight since I got here."
"What do you see?"
"I don't know how to describe it. It's like flashes of both sides. Like I'll see the person's face, and just kind of understand what the demon is thinking, and I'll see what happens, and names or places just kind of come to me." She laid her head back, closing her eyes. "It's so frustrating, because I want to go fight them, the demons, but it just leaves me wiped out." She sighed. "Well, enough about me and my hero complex. So that was Drusilla, huh? How does that work? Is she, like, your cousin or something?"
"I wouldn't know. If anyone ever told me about her, I don't remember. Cordelia told me once, about the night I was born, and that my...mother, Darla, was the vamp that turned Angel."
"Your father, he's a little overprotective?'
"It's messed up." He complained, sullen for the first time she could think of. "I try not to think about things, you know. I mean, the stuff that happened in real life. It's so much easier to just remember the good stuff. Like, I remember toasting marshmallows around a campfire with my sister, showing her how to make s'mores. But then, I remember squatting around a fire with my – with Holtz, cooking some kind of beast on a spit, and it's like they overlap a little."
"Sort of like my visions."
"I guess. But that stuff did happen to me, and Angel acts like it didn't. Like I really was raised in the suburbs. I get so mad, but then I remember other stuff, things I did to Angel or said, and it's like I can't yell at him, because if I remind him of what really happened, he'll remember what I did."
"Screw that." She said bluntly. "No matter what you did, you should tell him to back off when he gets like that."
"You don't know."
"Didn't he kill his own parents? Come on – you have the ultimate get out of jail card. No matter what you do, he did ten times worse as Angelus." She leaned forward. "Okay, listen. You guys should talk, and you should ask him questions, because all I know is second and third hand, stories and rumors. And stuff is missing, cause I didn't even know about you. But the run down is, the Master made Darla. Darla made your dad. Your dad made Drusilla, and as you could see, he did a bang up job. Drusilla made Spike. Then Angel killed a gypsy girl, pissed off her family, and they cursed him."
"The soul."
"Yep. So Angel wanders the earth doing God knows what, and ends up in Sunnydale. Meanwhile, Darla hooks up with the Master again, and Spike and Dru go on about their merry way. Here's where I lose some of the details. The Master and Darla are in Sunnydale, Angel kills Darla, Buffy kills the Master, then Spike and Dru show up 'cause Drusilla got messed up in a fight and there's some kind of vampire voodoo that healed her, but they needed her sire. Then Angel loses his soul 'cause he's so in life and all that, and Buffy ends up killing him, but not before the soul gets shoved back in. He comes back somehow, and comes to LA, your mother comes back somehow, they have you somehow, and you know the rest. As far as Spike and Dru, they break up because Spike's all in love with Buffy, then Spike goes off to get his soul. He dies, he comes back somehow, and now he and your dad are going to live happily ever after, but she's back and neither one of them got Buffy."
"So...she's, like, my sister. And Spike is my nephew."
"I guess."
They sat there for a minute while he tried to take it all in. "That's a lot of somehows." He said finally.
"You're telling me. Trying having to study all of this crap. One day I'll tell you about Slayers."
Connor sat next to her. "I'm just guessing, but they're coming more often, right?"
She thought back, counting in her head. "I guess so. I had four before the one about the big fight, and I've had eight since I got here."
"What do you see?"
"I don't know how to describe it. It's like flashes of both sides. Like I'll see the person's face, and just kind of understand what the demon is thinking, and I'll see what happens, and names or places just kind of come to me." She laid her head back, closing her eyes. "It's so frustrating, because I want to go fight them, the demons, but it just leaves me wiped out." She sighed. "Well, enough about me and my hero complex. So that was Drusilla, huh? How does that work? Is she, like, your cousin or something?"
"I wouldn't know. If anyone ever told me about her, I don't remember. Cordelia told me once, about the night I was born, and that my...mother, Darla, was the vamp that turned Angel."
"Your father, he's a little overprotective?'
"It's messed up." He complained, sullen for the first time she could think of. "I try not to think about things, you know. I mean, the stuff that happened in real life. It's so much easier to just remember the good stuff. Like, I remember toasting marshmallows around a campfire with my sister, showing her how to make s'mores. But then, I remember squatting around a fire with my – with Holtz, cooking some kind of beast on a spit, and it's like they overlap a little."
"Sort of like my visions."
"I guess. But that stuff did happen to me, and Angel acts like it didn't. Like I really was raised in the suburbs. I get so mad, but then I remember other stuff, things I did to Angel or said, and it's like I can't yell at him, because if I remind him of what really happened, he'll remember what I did."
"Screw that." She said bluntly. "No matter what you did, you should tell him to back off when he gets like that."
"You don't know."
"Didn't he kill his own parents? Come on – you have the ultimate get out of jail card. No matter what you do, he did ten times worse as Angelus." She leaned forward. "Okay, listen. You guys should talk, and you should ask him questions, because all I know is second and third hand, stories and rumors. And stuff is missing, cause I didn't even know about you. But the run down is, the Master made Darla. Darla made your dad. Your dad made Drusilla, and as you could see, he did a bang up job. Drusilla made Spike. Then Angel killed a gypsy girl, pissed off her family, and they cursed him."
"The soul."
"Yep. So Angel wanders the earth doing God knows what, and ends up in Sunnydale. Meanwhile, Darla hooks up with the Master again, and Spike and Dru go on about their merry way. Here's where I lose some of the details. The Master and Darla are in Sunnydale, Angel kills Darla, Buffy kills the Master, then Spike and Dru show up 'cause Drusilla got messed up in a fight and there's some kind of vampire voodoo that healed her, but they needed her sire. Then Angel loses his soul 'cause he's so in life and all that, and Buffy ends up killing him, but not before the soul gets shoved back in. He comes back somehow, and comes to LA, your mother comes back somehow, they have you somehow, and you know the rest. As far as Spike and Dru, they break up because Spike's all in love with Buffy, then Spike goes off to get his soul. He dies, he comes back somehow, and now he and your dad are going to live happily ever after, but she's back and neither one of them got Buffy."
"So...she's, like, my sister. And Spike is my nephew."
"I guess."
They sat there for a minute while he tried to take it all in. "That's a lot of somehows." He said finally.
"You're telling me. Trying having to study all of this crap. One day I'll tell you about Slayers."