First off, I know I haven't updated since September of last year. I, personally find it hard to believe that I have taken this long. So I am going to apologize for that now. It's just that, since September, Finals were coming up, I started my job, and I had to start planning for my Christmas trip. And I really had intended to work on this chapter after I returned home from that trip. But Fate is a fickle mistress that loves to fuck me up. Everything went to hell in a hand-basket. Sweet Goddess, you would not want to know what happened in my own little corner of the globe since New Years. Someone emailed me not to long ago, and forgive me darling for I cannot remember you name just now, and she actually got my ass moving again. So three cheers for you darling. {{In case ya'll hadn't figured it out, this chapter is for her!! And I'll remember her name sooner or later}}
Of course, then I had to go back through the whole damn story to make sure that this chapter was going just right.
Ok. Now that my psychobabble is over… the basics.
Ifin ya'll don't know by now that I don't own the Buffy/Angel crew and do own the stuff you've never seen before, then where in the hell have you been?
I am also going to say that I don't like how things are going on the shows.
I honestly don't know how long this is going to end up. But this is Chapter 7 of Vampires.
Now is the time for your lesser-known vamp history. ~Tyga
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*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEE---* *CRACK*
"Damn it all to…wait, bad choice of words. That's the second clock this week!!" Buffy growled as she shot straight up in her bed at the mansion at…oh. Wait. Clock in pieces across the room. Crawling over Spike to get to his watch, Buffy fell flat out of bed when Spike wasn't there. Oh, he must be downstairs…got it! 4 in the afternoon. Almost 12 hours sleep. Still too early for a vamp… Alex wasn't in the room, so she was up to. Buffy pulled on her pants and got a new shirt before checking on Tinne, Celia, and Dawn. All three were up. Humm, they pushed the beds together. Buffy checked everyone else, and it looked like there were only two couples were still sleeping. The cute little Texan and her guy, and Angel and Cordy. Giles and Willow were also in their room. That was going to get some getting used to, having the man that was better than her father, and the woman who was her honorary her sister sharing a bed. Going down stairs, her super senses picked up on the fact that everyone else was in the kitchen. Hey, Angel did have a huge kitchen.
"Morning folks!" Buffy burst in the room. A chorus answered her.
"Afternoon Buffy!" or various forms there of.
"There is an extra jelly doughnut for you Buff, I made sure of it."
"Thanks Xan." Buffy said as she pounced on Spike, then the doughnut. Around half a mouth full of jelly and dough, Buffy asked, "sho. Wcha up." Buffy looked around the room, noticing everyone but the afore mentioned couples had convened. She also noticed that Wesley was sitting unusually close to Xander.
"Excuse Me?" Wesley asked, pretty sure of what the blond slayer said, but didn't want to take the chance.
"I said. 'So. What's up?" Buffy rolled her eyes at Wes. "You knew that watcher-man."
"Yes. Well, conformation never hurts…"
"Anyway. Buffy, I had started to tell them about the REAL Vampire History when I heard you cursing at your shattered clock." Buffy cringed guiltily at that. "But I'll begin again. You may know this part, but please be patient. Although I had hoped Angel and the other three would have been up for this, someone else can fill them in later." Alex spoke up from her perch on the counter in the rather crowded kitchen. Taking a deep breath, she started sharing the tale she had been told as a young vampire still at her sire's side.
"The planet was a paradise when beings first claimed it, a paradise for demons. Greater demons that lived then are now called dinosaurs. And yes, most were very intelligent. Still are today, they are just in a different dimension. When the demons decided it was time to leave this dimension to another, still young race, they left behind two half demons. Now, just because they were half, didn't mean they weren't powerful.
"They left the Female and her mate. They only had each other, for they were the only ones left that wasn't that new race. They weren't immortal and they lived only long enough to see that the human race survived to start evolving. They did have two daughters, however. Ariaundia would be the closest English version. It means 'Guardian' in one language, Vampire in the one you are most used to. Because it is that reasons Vampires were put here for. To guard the human race, to balance it, keep it in check. Now. Their other daughter, Ariaundia's twin, was Triasundaria, 'balance keeper' in one language, and 'slayer' in your more familiar one.
"I know this is a bit to take in. But it is true. As long as there has been Vampires, there has been the Slayer. For, while the vampire can have many children…and will do so, the Slayer is able to only have one. Ariaundia had five Childer, Triasudaria had one daughter. The First Slayer as you know her.
"Ariaundia, and that first generation of vampires are what you and I are closer to Buffy. The five Childer were the families of vampires. Spike, you know what I mean. There was Morozko, the Russian father. Also there was Raven, the mother of North America. There was Akasha, the mother of Africa. There was Aurelius, the father of England. And last but not least, there was Quetzalcoatl, father of South America. Both sisters are immortal, but they chose to stay out of humanities way. The first generation, the first of their lines? As far as I know, all were killed by their cousin and cousin's daughter. Now. As time moved, the way that vampires and slayers were born changed.
"The slayer is no longer a direct bloodline as it once was. The way a slayer is called also changed. Once, a child born to a slayer, daughters mostly but once there was a son, would always have her gifts, and train with their mother until it was their turn to have a child. Now, the spirit of the slayer chooses her next child. The spirit impregnates the birth mother, mostly women who are unable to have children.
"As for vampires, old demons found away to interfere in the changing of a human to a vampire, and kicked out the soul. Our slayer souls, Buffy, were to strong and kicked the demons out instead." Alex took a deep breath and grabbed the last glazed doughnut.
"Questions so far?" Everyone's had shot up, as if they were in class. Alex laughed, and soon, everyone was laughing with her. When the fit passed, Alex decided she would call by youngest up. "Dawn?" Dawn smiled and beamed at her sister.
"Who established the Watchers council?" Dawn wanted to ask the obvious question about how Joyce Summers managed to have two daughters it she were barren. But she knew the answer to that. Both the Summers girls were anything but normal.
"Ahh. That wasn't until about 1602 or so. They will say they go back farther, but they don't, not really. A man by the name of Percival Craven, from England. He had met the slayer of that period and ended up helping her. He had wanted to help later slayers but giving them extra help besides their family. But as you well know, that didn't work so well. Slayers lived to have children then, they married, died in their 40s, which was old then. Now their average active duty is about four years. Buffy, when you died at the Harvest, well you were still one of the better slayers. Now, well this is just incredible. You still have your family; you have a mate other than your familiar, oh. Sorry getting off track." Alex said as she noticed the look Tinne was shooting her. She heard the humans' stomachs growl and grinned.
"Uh. Before we get farther…. why don't Xan and Wes go to the store to replenish our food stores…" Buffy trailed off as she watched Dawn grab a pad and pen to write down the grocery list. That wasn't so bad, but Dawn didn't physically retrieve the materials. She grabbed them with her mind. "Um. That is just way wiggy Dawnie." Dawn giggled.
"I know. That's why I do it." Buffy started tickling her sister, who lifted them both off the ground. Neither girls seemed to notice. But Spike and everyone else did.
"Oy! Nibblet let you and your sister down will ya!" Dawn and Buffy stopped and noticed their predicament.
"Oopps, sorry Spike." Dawn winked at Tinne and Celia as she apologized to Spike. "Right, where were we? Oh! Shopping list!" Dawn went through the kitchen with the pad while Wesley and Xander readied themselves. By that, it is meant that they loaded up with as many weapons as they could conceal, and even some they couldn't. There were knives in their key chains, and each has a sword strapped to their back. They were planning to cover that up with their coats. It wasn't cold, didn't really get that way in good 'ole sunny California. Dawn reemerged from the fridge and cabinets.
"Alright, here's the deal." Dawn handed the list she just finished to Xander. "A lot of that stuff is optional, as in we don't need it right now. But the part of the list I boxed is for today. Get that. As in, get the steak and such, and make sure to stop off at the butcher's. We are running low on blood, seeing as how we now have four moral vampires to feed. Jeeze. Make sure you get enough food to feed all of us. That is, four vampires, one key, two familiars, one half demon, one witch, and five humans. I know that Cordelia…. Good afternoon Fred, Gunn… stocked up yesterday, but we wanted something specific for dinner tonight. Not only that, the fifteen people wandering about ate the majority of it. While you two are gone, somebody will fix brunch with what is left." The watcher and the goof nodded at the key, took list and cash in hand, nodded a greeting to the freshly awoken couple, and headed out the door.
Buffy approached Gunn and Fred, holding out the last two doughnuts. The cute Texan smiled, and the bald black man just took a big bite. Angel and Cordelia came down a few minutes later, and as the familiars were filling the four in, Dawn and Alex went to cooking brunch from the things Cordelia picked up yesterday.
Wesley was trying to get closer to Xander without the younger man noticing. Wesley didn't know what had brought out this sudden protectiveness and attraction toward the young man walking beside him. The former watcher only knew that he didn't want to let his assigned partner out of his sight. These feelings were unfamiliar to the British man. He had only felt them once before, when his feelings had begun to develop for Dear Fred. Alas, the cute Texan fell for Gunn, and Wes couldn't deny them that, especially in the line of work they held. The sudden thought of loosing Xander somewhere in all this mess struck a cord of panic in Wesley. It took a few seconds for the young man walking beside him to realize that his companion had stopped.
"Wes? What's up? Whatca stop for?" Xander approached the ex-Watcher, with concern in his eyes. Wes snapped out of whatever trance he had seemed to be in and opened his mouth to say something when he just fell over. Xander caught the man before he fell face first on the concrete sidewalk, and noticed immediately the tranquilizer dart protruding *bad choice of words… bad, BAD Xander!* from Wesley's lower back. The young dark haired man started to panic, and then slung Wesley over his shoulder to carry the unconscious man to safety. He never felt the dart enter the back of his arm.
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I know, I know. Not a long chapter. Just thought I'd better post something so that the people that *do* read my stuff don't have reason to bombard me with rotten veggies. *ducks from incoming carrot* See what I mean???
Anyways. Please review! It helps to hear from the few who do read this. Flames welcome! They will be used to light the stove with which Alex and Dawn are cooking. I *hope* that I'll be able to have the next chapter out before the middle of next month. I know I move slow folks, but the semester is almost over, which means that I'll be working my cute little tush off getting ready for the exams, as well as this already planned summer of mine. And I wasn't even the one planning!!!!
Thanx so much for your patience! ~Tyga~
P.S. Jessica! I think that was the darling who emailed me! If not darling, feel free to email me again and hit me over the proverbial head with something very heavy. ccctyga@yahoo.com
