Thicker than water;
by, meee!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing...only, and I mean only, Courtney. Apart from some teachers, friends from school..eeech.
Sum: Answer to a chalange by Gidgetgirl. What if "the key" didn't have the major plot line in Buffy. But, was actually a
big plotline for Angel? When the monks send the oringinal big ball of energy to two of ther most deadly vampires in the world,
in a form of a thirteen year old daughter. Courtney.
Notes: This is a somewhat form of Real Me, set in Courtney's point of view, only set in AU season five of Angel. Very AU.
SPIKE AND DRU:
requirements:
Spike, Dru, and the key-child must make an odd kind of family, where Spike oscillates back and forth from "evil vampire" to a
"young lady" kind of mode where he is overprotective. Dru must like playing house and mummy to the child.
The child must sneak out.
The child may have vampiric powers.
The child may have visions.
Authors Note: Now, I'm still working on my NOES story, I promise. I really will try too. But, its midnight and I found this...
and I was inspired. Sue me!
WARNING: Not does this story have violence, and swearing, it also deals with slight subjects of 'girly-issues.' Offended,
don't read it.
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Angel ran his strong, rough, clammy cold hands through his spiked chestnut hair, as he passed his secretary, Harmony's, desk.
What once was the son of a Irish silk merchant, Liam/Angel/Angelus was now head CEO of his nemisis since he came to the City of Angels. Wolfarm
and Hart. He wore a silk, actually button up blue shirt, that showed the ripples of his muscled ribs, and black denim jeans. Yes, denim. He was
a vampire from the GAP. Though, he never told anyone that. He stoped just as he was going passed Harm's desk when he noticed a faint sound, a sound
of music.
Backstreet Boys.
"Uh..Harmony?" Angel asks, furrowing his chestnut brows together in wonderment mixed with confusion. The blonde, lucious haired, hazel eye vampire,
pursed her lips together as she painted her nails a extra coat of hot pink, while chewing on two sticks of juicy fruit gum. So, the shansu vampire tried yet
again. to be heard over the insanely cheerful music known as POP. "Harmony!!?"
No answer.
"HARMONY!"
Startled, Harmony tugs the headphones, that still had music playing on in the background slightly, Harmony blinks her lashes, looking up at him
with her doey 'how-may-I-help-you-don't kill me?' look. Furrowing his dark brows at her, Harmony sinks back into her chair. Laughing nervously. "Hey Boss?"
She tries, though not successful on winning her employer..well, not really, sympathy. "Anything you need?" She tilts her head, ringlets of lose, golden curls
fell around her face. Eternaly a eighteen year old teenage bombshell, and a obnoxious cheerleader. The list goes on. Angel raises his eye brow. "Were you listening
to..." He manages to say it, almost afraid to admit he knows this generations type of music. "Backstreet Boy?" He tries, smiling akwardly. Pensively almost.
Harmony stared at him wide-eyed. He KNEW music? And, to her, good music!? "Oh yeah!" She replies, finally turning the CD off, and putting her pink and black
headphones back onto the mahagony desk, she grins with a new found respect, in her mind, for Angel. "I got the CD from Courtney! She's letting me borrow it 'till she gets
out of her.." making a dopey 'sigh' face, she imitates the thirteen year old girl. "I'm-Too-Old-For-The-Backstreetboys.." resuming back to her normal posture, "phase,
I get to enjoy myself!" She declares..nodding her head some.
Angel groaned inwardly. Courtney. The teenage-hormonal-bomb shell of a grandaughter, which he prefeers neice..he was young, damnit, was a wild card. From obbsessively
happy music, to music much like her fathers -- where the singer just screams for no apparent reason, making that 'art'-- anything about her was a paradox.
As he began to walk away, Harmony's eyes widened with new found knowledge. "OH! I almost forgot!" She pipes up, litterally streightening up in her seat as she searches for
and unknwon paper. Finding it, holding it up, she reads her own handwritting, which the I's are all doted with stars or hearts. "Pick.Courtney.Up.From.School.Tomarrow." She punctuates
each word, satisfied, grinning widely she places the paper down, nodding.
"WHAT!?"
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"Sir, if we dig any deeper we could of gotten to the core of the earth!" Lamely joked a minion, Demetri, in his Russian thick accent. The oldest, next to Spike, who
eyed him warningly as he stood by the minion, muscled arms folded against his well toned chest. Spike deadbeats, uncaring of any minions feelings. "I'll go to the sodding core of the
earth to gete this gem!" He states, then quickly, grabs the vampire with his fist, on the back side of the kneck, slaming his head face first onto the wooden table, knocking some cheap
decorations they put in, if Courtney ever decided to bring a friend over, that they'll seem normal...or a tastey real-estate agent..
"Understand?" He askes, tightening his grip on Demetri's throat. Though, he could not breathe, Demetri struggled for uneeded breaths. "Understood." He replies, chockingly. Sighing,
Spike released his grip, rolling his eyes, then downcasted his gray orbs to the map. "Once I find the ring," He begans his rant; That's going to take a quite a while, "I'll watch the slayer burn,
and there will be nothing she can bloody ----"
"DADDY!!!" A scream was heard through out the house, the two other minions, Jackob and Thrasher, rolled their eyes at the teenage girl. While Demetri, still rattled from his recent
attack, struggled to compose himself. Spike, on the other hand was concerned, as well annoyed. Annoyed for the fact his speech was ruined. "What is it, Strawberry?" He asks her, then shifts a glare at
Thrasher, who snickered under his breath in referance to his daughters nickname.
( See, look at it this way...everyone seems to think Vampires are scary? Oh they're so not! Oh my God! They die from a bad case of heart burn!? Not scary. You know waht is scary? Freddy Krueger. Now,
if he came to town, then that'd make Angel run from his money..speaking of Angel, he reminds me of.. )
"THERE'S A BUG!"
A sodding BUG! Spikle grumbled under his breath, and marched into his daughters rather pink, with white clouds, and a bassenet, with a single bed that has tie dye sheets. He thought they were ugly,
but Courtney had to have them. Brat. He saw his daughter, in her carebear pajama's, ha, and she was too old for them, her hair down, as she hugged her knee's to her chest, and squealed at the spider. Drusilla
sat beside her daughter, rather disapointed that their mother-and-daughter tea party was cancled by the eight legged beast. No scones for him, then! Drusilla's hazel eyes, as both Spike's and Courtney's gray ones
stared down at the fiend.
A little baby garden spider. Harmless. To Spike, anyway. But to the two ladies in the room? Evil.
Sighing, rolling his eyes, he steps on the insect, crushing it to bits with his black spiked boot. Smirking, he drops his hands to his sides, slouching some.
"There ya go, Papa Spike saves the day!" He exclaims, his smirk fading at his daughters astonishment.
"You killed it?" She says, almost breathlessly.
"Well, yeah.."
"Murderer!"
Sodding teenage hormones...Spike rolled his eyes. He has been doing this quite awhile, being irritated and all that. It was weird, he was narcissistic, and arrogant, but he was being way too arrogant for his taste.
It was as if this, was all a sham. Or as the petite blonde slayer said, 'ham-with-sham'. Stupid girl, he'll make her pay one day. Turning to leave, a thought, more so a reminder, poped up into his head, as he turned his spiked
boots leather interior heels back to the two, well, one woman and the other mini-sized-woman. "Forgot, grandpoof is picking ya' up tomarrow." With that, not wanting to hear another squeal of displeasure from his daughter, who evidently
gets it from Drusilla, he quickly walks out of the room, wincing at her war cry scream.
"WHAT!!?"
{Oh...My...God. NO! NO! I will not spend a day with Sir-Broods-a lot. NO! I don't care if I can get away with almost anything from him, he's old! And smelly! NO! )
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by, meee!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing...only, and I mean only, Courtney. Apart from some teachers, friends from school..eeech.
Sum: Answer to a chalange by Gidgetgirl. What if "the key" didn't have the major plot line in Buffy. But, was actually a
big plotline for Angel? When the monks send the oringinal big ball of energy to two of ther most deadly vampires in the world,
in a form of a thirteen year old daughter. Courtney.
Notes: This is a somewhat form of Real Me, set in Courtney's point of view, only set in AU season five of Angel. Very AU.
SPIKE AND DRU:
requirements:
Spike, Dru, and the key-child must make an odd kind of family, where Spike oscillates back and forth from "evil vampire" to a
"young lady" kind of mode where he is overprotective. Dru must like playing house and mummy to the child.
The child must sneak out.
The child may have vampiric powers.
The child may have visions.
Authors Note: Now, I'm still working on my NOES story, I promise. I really will try too. But, its midnight and I found this...
and I was inspired. Sue me!
WARNING: Not does this story have violence, and swearing, it also deals with slight subjects of 'girly-issues.' Offended,
don't read it.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Angel ran his strong, rough, clammy cold hands through his spiked chestnut hair, as he passed his secretary, Harmony's, desk.
What once was the son of a Irish silk merchant, Liam/Angel/Angelus was now head CEO of his nemisis since he came to the City of Angels. Wolfarm
and Hart. He wore a silk, actually button up blue shirt, that showed the ripples of his muscled ribs, and black denim jeans. Yes, denim. He was
a vampire from the GAP. Though, he never told anyone that. He stoped just as he was going passed Harm's desk when he noticed a faint sound, a sound
of music.
Backstreet Boys.
"Uh..Harmony?" Angel asks, furrowing his chestnut brows together in wonderment mixed with confusion. The blonde, lucious haired, hazel eye vampire,
pursed her lips together as she painted her nails a extra coat of hot pink, while chewing on two sticks of juicy fruit gum. So, the shansu vampire tried yet
again. to be heard over the insanely cheerful music known as POP. "Harmony!!?"
No answer.
"HARMONY!"
Startled, Harmony tugs the headphones, that still had music playing on in the background slightly, Harmony blinks her lashes, looking up at him
with her doey 'how-may-I-help-you-don't kill me?' look. Furrowing his dark brows at her, Harmony sinks back into her chair. Laughing nervously. "Hey Boss?"
She tries, though not successful on winning her employer..well, not really, sympathy. "Anything you need?" She tilts her head, ringlets of lose, golden curls
fell around her face. Eternaly a eighteen year old teenage bombshell, and a obnoxious cheerleader. The list goes on. Angel raises his eye brow. "Were you listening
to..." He manages to say it, almost afraid to admit he knows this generations type of music. "Backstreet Boy?" He tries, smiling akwardly. Pensively almost.
Harmony stared at him wide-eyed. He KNEW music? And, to her, good music!? "Oh yeah!" She replies, finally turning the CD off, and putting her pink and black
headphones back onto the mahagony desk, she grins with a new found respect, in her mind, for Angel. "I got the CD from Courtney! She's letting me borrow it 'till she gets
out of her.." making a dopey 'sigh' face, she imitates the thirteen year old girl. "I'm-Too-Old-For-The-Backstreetboys.." resuming back to her normal posture, "phase,
I get to enjoy myself!" She declares..nodding her head some.
Angel groaned inwardly. Courtney. The teenage-hormonal-bomb shell of a grandaughter, which he prefeers neice..he was young, damnit, was a wild card. From obbsessively
happy music, to music much like her fathers -- where the singer just screams for no apparent reason, making that 'art'-- anything about her was a paradox.
As he began to walk away, Harmony's eyes widened with new found knowledge. "OH! I almost forgot!" She pipes up, litterally streightening up in her seat as she searches for
and unknwon paper. Finding it, holding it up, she reads her own handwritting, which the I's are all doted with stars or hearts. "Pick.Courtney.Up.From.School.Tomarrow." She punctuates
each word, satisfied, grinning widely she places the paper down, nodding.
"WHAT!?"
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"Sir, if we dig any deeper we could of gotten to the core of the earth!" Lamely joked a minion, Demetri, in his Russian thick accent. The oldest, next to Spike, who
eyed him warningly as he stood by the minion, muscled arms folded against his well toned chest. Spike deadbeats, uncaring of any minions feelings. "I'll go to the sodding core of the
earth to gete this gem!" He states, then quickly, grabs the vampire with his fist, on the back side of the kneck, slaming his head face first onto the wooden table, knocking some cheap
decorations they put in, if Courtney ever decided to bring a friend over, that they'll seem normal...or a tastey real-estate agent..
"Understand?" He askes, tightening his grip on Demetri's throat. Though, he could not breathe, Demetri struggled for uneeded breaths. "Understood." He replies, chockingly. Sighing,
Spike released his grip, rolling his eyes, then downcasted his gray orbs to the map. "Once I find the ring," He begans his rant; That's going to take a quite a while, "I'll watch the slayer burn,
and there will be nothing she can bloody ----"
"DADDY!!!" A scream was heard through out the house, the two other minions, Jackob and Thrasher, rolled their eyes at the teenage girl. While Demetri, still rattled from his recent
attack, struggled to compose himself. Spike, on the other hand was concerned, as well annoyed. Annoyed for the fact his speech was ruined. "What is it, Strawberry?" He asks her, then shifts a glare at
Thrasher, who snickered under his breath in referance to his daughters nickname.
( See, look at it this way...everyone seems to think Vampires are scary? Oh they're so not! Oh my God! They die from a bad case of heart burn!? Not scary. You know waht is scary? Freddy Krueger. Now,
if he came to town, then that'd make Angel run from his money..speaking of Angel, he reminds me of.. )
"THERE'S A BUG!"
A sodding BUG! Spikle grumbled under his breath, and marched into his daughters rather pink, with white clouds, and a bassenet, with a single bed that has tie dye sheets. He thought they were ugly,
but Courtney had to have them. Brat. He saw his daughter, in her carebear pajama's, ha, and she was too old for them, her hair down, as she hugged her knee's to her chest, and squealed at the spider. Drusilla
sat beside her daughter, rather disapointed that their mother-and-daughter tea party was cancled by the eight legged beast. No scones for him, then! Drusilla's hazel eyes, as both Spike's and Courtney's gray ones
stared down at the fiend.
A little baby garden spider. Harmless. To Spike, anyway. But to the two ladies in the room? Evil.
Sighing, rolling his eyes, he steps on the insect, crushing it to bits with his black spiked boot. Smirking, he drops his hands to his sides, slouching some.
"There ya go, Papa Spike saves the day!" He exclaims, his smirk fading at his daughters astonishment.
"You killed it?" She says, almost breathlessly.
"Well, yeah.."
"Murderer!"
Sodding teenage hormones...Spike rolled his eyes. He has been doing this quite awhile, being irritated and all that. It was weird, he was narcissistic, and arrogant, but he was being way too arrogant for his taste.
It was as if this, was all a sham. Or as the petite blonde slayer said, 'ham-with-sham'. Stupid girl, he'll make her pay one day. Turning to leave, a thought, more so a reminder, poped up into his head, as he turned his spiked
boots leather interior heels back to the two, well, one woman and the other mini-sized-woman. "Forgot, grandpoof is picking ya' up tomarrow." With that, not wanting to hear another squeal of displeasure from his daughter, who evidently
gets it from Drusilla, he quickly walks out of the room, wincing at her war cry scream.
"WHAT!!?"
{Oh...My...God. NO! NO! I will not spend a day with Sir-Broods-a lot. NO! I don't care if I can get away with almost anything from him, he's old! And smelly! NO! )
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