"This is your life, Dawn, deal with it," I muttered to myself, zipping up my leather boots. I tucked a dagger into the side of the left one and pulled my pants down over them. Tonight I would hunt, and Kris would watch Kyle. We had been alternating the patrolling and babysitting every night since Kyle had come to me two weeks ago. Pulling a black tank top on over my bra, I glanced in the mirror. I looked better; happier. Kyle had really been the light in my darkness and Kris was great for a good banter. After eight hours together trying to put together Kyle's furniture (which I ended up having to call Xander to help us with), we had clicked. He was a friend; a vampire friend. Not like Spike though, never like Spike.

"Dawn, here," Kris smiled as he handed me three stakes. "Be back in two hours or me and the kid come after you,"

"Yes, Dad,"

"Watch it, Summers," I simply stuck my tongue out at the dark-haired vamp and continued downstairs.

"Dawnie!" I caught Kyle in my arms as he launched himself at me. "Can I come? Please, I promise I'll be good," ]

"Maybe when you get older kid. For now, it's you, me, and Spiderman," Kris took Kyle from me and dumped him on the couch.

"I want to be Spiderman,"

"Of course, I'm a vampire fighting key with powers to-boot, but no. Kyle wants to be a cartoon that shoots webs from his wrists. I shoot stakes from my wrists," I demonstrated by flicking the retractor and launching a stake into the wall.

"Spiderman's cooler," Kyle teased, as I began walking out the door. I turned around and glared at him, only to have Kris slam the door in my face. Taking the not so subtle hint, I walked towards the cemetery humming a song Kyle had me sing to him every night before he went to bed.

We'll walk on clouds of silver

Our hands intertwined

We'll look down at the world below us

And know everything will be all right

Because the little boy

We left behind so long ago

Will be the reason

That the sun shines

And the moon glows

He's eyes emanate with innocence

His hand fit perfectly with hers

She is his only hope

He is her only hope

We'll walk on clouds of silver

Our hands intertwined

We'll look down at the world below us

And know everything will be all right

"Nice little tune you're singing there, sweetheart," I turned my head to face a green demon wearing a bright yellow suit that clashed horribly with his skin. I raised my eyebrows and sighed.

"One night, I just want a slow night. A few fledglings, maybe an amateur but no demons who want to take over the world and comment on my singing," I removed my dagger from my boot and pointed it towards the demon.

"Hold on there, baby doll, I aint no baddie. Angel sent me. Said you needed a little help for a while on the good old hellmouth. The names Lorne,"

"I heard about you. Weirdo green guy who reads people, right?"

"I prefer to be called; enticingly different beautiful lime colored demon who helps guide people on the right path," I couldn't help but laugh. This guy would definitely be interesting to have around.

"How's everyone in L.A.?" I questioned as we began walking. I glanced around before my eyes landed on Lorne.

"Well we just averted another apocalypse so everyone's basking at the moment,"

"Everyone come out ok?"

"Yup, just a few stab wounds. Oh, Angel and Spike are half human by the way,"

"Oh well that's nice…wait what? How is someone half human?"

" Melly, Angel's daughter, pulled some major magic mojo and so their still vampires and still technically dead but its like they have the ring of Amara on. They can go in the sun, Angel can have sex without loosing his soul, as far as we know they cant be killed,"

"And a four year old did this?"

"This and turned her werewolf friend completely human, saved the world, brought her sister back to life, and has the sweetest little voice ever,"

"Her sister?"

"Long story,"

"I've got time. Just let me dust this vamp," I smiled at Lorne and proceeded to kick the ass of the suit-clad fledgling. After he was simply a pile of dust on the grass, Lorne clapped. I grinned and bowed to him. For some reason the green demon had the power to put me at extreme ease.

"Well it the story goes…" We sat on the grass and proceeded to talk for god only knows how long.

"Damn, I'm kind of glad I was here in Sunnyhell," I glanced at my watch and cursed. "I was supposed to be back at the house and hour ago,"

"Who's going to yell at you?"

"A vampire and a munchkin," I grinned at Lorne and led him to the house, prepared for being screamed at. We walked in to find Kris and Kyle asleep on the couch curled in each other's arms as cartoons played on the television. Shaking my head, I closed the blackout curtains, flicked off the TV, and covered the two boys.

"Lorne, you can stay in my old room," After making sure he was settled, I collapsed into bed.