AN: Thanks everyone who has written to this story. I'm sorry for not thanking you earlier, but I've been a little busy while writing all this, I sorta just type it all down and put it up on the web.

It seems like I have two current readers, Thade182 and Silverdracowolf which both should be pleased with this chapter. No, Damon won't appear in this chapter, but have patience, he's lurking right behind the corner. So keep on reading, I have several more chapters to go!

Chapter 5

Angel felt the centre of energy that had called to him two days later, when they that morning had arrived to Fell's Church.

Bonnie had told him all he needed to know about her (and his as well) family, she even showed him some photographs that he never had seen before, even though he had searched their apartment for such things several times. It felt like he knew all there was to know about them, even such things that had happened after she had left them.

She stopped the Ford on the road besides a big red brick-house, and told him to stay there until she had explained everything to her parents. He smiled in an assuring way, stroked her cheek and then saw her run up the porch and embrace a woman that came out from the house. They looked a lot like each others, the same fiery hair, though his grandmother had some grey strands in it.

A few moments later Bonnie backed off and begun telling her mother of something, and the elderly woman nodded thoughtfully and said a few words, before she walked past Bonnie, who as well turned around looking completely chocked, and walked towards the car and him.

He got out of the car and watched his grandmother curiously, they validated one another during silence, until she nodded curtly and stretched out her right hand.

"Welcome, Angel. We have waited for you for nearly 18 years."

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Too many things had happened since he had been introduced to the McCullough house that he hadn't even thought about those words his grandmother had uttered when he had welcomed him. It was first after lunch (he ate of the food, though it didn't satisfy his hunger) when he laid in a spare-bed in his mother's room that he came to think about it.

Everyone had acted like he was expected, a long lost relative, though his mother claimed that she had never told them about him. It puzzled him, though he supposed that they had figured it out by the lack of contact from her. The entire family was in the house, relatives even from Scotland and Ireland. They all accepted him, he even found that he liked many of them.

Except for his great grandmother.

The second she had seen him, she had fiercely grabbed a chair for support and then backed off, not breaking eye-contact even for a second.

"Son of Hell, what are you doing in this house?" She asked with a voice filled of fear and anger.

"Nana, what are you talking about?" Bonnie's voice came from right behind him. "This is my son, Angel."

Placing a hand upon his shoulder as if to prove this, Bonnie was confused and slightly scared.

'What could she possibly know about him?' Was the obvious message that he caught.

He placed his free hand on her hand, just to make her calmer.

"This is a child of darkness, someone who will only bring you pain."

"I know all about him, so there is no need for you to do this," Bonnie replied quickly, her voice firm.

The conversation was thereby over, though she glanced at him.

"I will be watching you," she said before stuttering away.

Luckily nobody else had noticed their conversation, and Bonnie let go of Angel's shoulder, looking a little scared.

"Do you think she might know something?" He asked.

"I don't think - I KNOW that she knows what you are. She's a witch, and she has much more experience than I have. I immediately knew Nino was a vampire, remember?"

He nodded shortly, though he didn't exactly know what she meant. Bonnie noticed and sighed.

"If even I can feel that you are a vampire, what does that say of someone who has had their powers for 90 years?"

"Oh..."

He turned to the side of the bed, wondering what he would do about his great grandmother. Could she be a threat to him? Maybe he had to clear her out of the way....

He shook his head violently. 'What am I thinking of, really? She's a part of my family!'

Spending the following the following hour pondering what actually was wrong with his family, he couldn't place his finger on it, but it sure was something...