Title: Dark Times
Author: Blackbeltchic
Disclaimer: I own nothing about thist story except for the idea and my obsession with everything Buffy and Angel. Both are owned by their creator, Joss Whedon, and by Mutant Enemy, and whoever else has gained a profit from these awesome shows. I do not make a profit from what I do, unless you could count the reviews I receive as cash, and I think they are worth more than that.
Posted: July 4th, 2004
Author's notes: Ok, this story is, sadly, AU, but not the AU that I despise, and yes, I hate the AU's where they take everything out but the character's names. This story starts in the summer of season two of BtVS, and then jumps directly to 18 years later. As far as I know thus far, my muse is just filling in the pieces bit by bit, everything season seven, and all those before happened for Buffy.
The only differences is the following are not dead: Fred, Wesley, and Cordelia. More might be added to that list. I'm not sure yet.
With all that said, and trust me, it might take you a few to get used to this, it certainly took me more than that to plan this, please sit back and enjoy the story!
Feedback: Craved.
"I'm sorry," she wept, "I'm so sorry." She passed the infant- part of herself, really- to the nurse. "I'm sorry," she whispered again, her green eyes raining.
"Excuse me, excuse me," she muttered, pushing her way through the crowd. Someone jarred her arm and she dropped her books and folders. "Damn it," she muttered.
A boy with dirty blond hair, almost brown, bent to help her gather her things.
"Thank you," she said, gratified, as all her things were almost in order, now back in her arms.
"No problem. My name's Connor."
"I'm Jennifer, but feel free to call me Jen, or Jena, everyone else does."
"Nice to meet you, Jena." He helped her up, and they started walking down the hall.
"So, what year are you?" she asked, conversationally.
"Uh, senior. And you?"
"Same. It's strange we haven't met before, or had any classes together."
"Well, you do look…almost familiar."
"Oh, here's my class, thanks so much," she tossed her blond hair, almost flirtatiously, "So, ah, catcha later, I guess."
"Yeah." he walked off. She watched him for a moment, before straightening her books, and stepping inside.
"Connor?" she called, walking off campus for lunch. He was a few paces ahead, but he stopped to let her catch up. "We have to stop meeting like this," she smiled.
"Long time no see," he agreed.
"So, ah, do you mind if I join you? I bet you know tons of great places to eat in the city," she flirted.
"Uh, a few," he agreed.
They sat in a little café across from the Law Firm, chatting and eating, when a vampire came out of the back.
"Two children," she started, stepping towards their table, "One born of light and dark, the other of evil parentage, inconceivably conceived, must find the strength to bring the world to what it once was." During her speech she had moved over to their table, beginning to burn. "You have been warned." she stood in front of their table, before going up in a puff of smoke.
To Be Continued…