Ironic

Part Six

Disclaimer: see previous chapters.

Author's notes: sorry for the long wait, but there haven't been any reviews, I think...And not so much action movement, I promise it'll be getting more exciting soon!

"It's all about power. He has the power. You need to use his power against him," she lectured as the vampire advanced. The newly raised vampire rushed her, and she cried out, falling. Buffy had to restrain Angel.

"Is this really necessary?" he growled, already overprotective of the girl he had sired eighteen years before.

"You can't always be there when she's in trouble," she said, her face stone, "she must learn to deal."

Three vampires ambushed them from behind.

"Can we deal with these?" Angel asked, game face firmly in place.

"Of course." The slayer bounded into action, taking on two of the vampires. She punched, kicked, ducked and rolled; a blur of motion as she fought. Angel was amazed at her speed and grace. Fifteen years of death had only improved her, in his mind. Fifteen years of absence had only made him love her more.

The vampire dusted in front of him, leaving him staring into her eyes. There was no time to hide his feelings from her.

How she managed to take on the vampire was beyond her. She was falling, and then she was watching him crumble. She didn't know what happened between the two points, she just knew something had.

She looked up at her parents, frozen. Her mother looked away first. "Angel, we can't," she murmured, looking at her feet. She seemed to be saying that a lot, but what did she mean?

"Why?"

Buffy turned to Jessica, ignoring the pain in his eyes, "Well, I didn't get to see all of the fight, but you're still here, and he isn't," she said, flustered, wiping her hands on her black jeans. "Are we ready to move on?" she walked off through the cemetery. Jessica threw a sympathetic look at her father before following silently.

They returned to his apartment after midnight. Her mother said goodnight, before disappearing as she could, and did. Her father mumbled something before stomping out of the apartment.

Dear Diary,

I never thought things would end up like this. Who would have guessed there's a prophecy about me? I'm just an average girl, just Jessi Giles. Never in my nightmares would I think Dad's slayer would be my mum, or her vampiric lover my father.

Wait, if Jenny Calendar wasn't my mum …my whole life is a lie!

A tear fell, followed quickly by another, and then another. One tear followed another until she couldn't see the paper beneath her fingers as things blurred. Her words wet and bled, as her heart.

Without thinking, she dug out her cell phone and hit speed dial. The sleep slurred answer jolted her out of her misery.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry for calling s-so late," her voice wavered.

"It's ok, sweetie, I'm always here for you."

"How-How's Dad?"

"He's managing. He knows what he did was wrong, baby girl, and he's sorry," she heard a deep breath on the other end, "J, I can tell you've been crying…is everything ok in New York?"

"Yeah, I found my-Angel. He's…."

"Broody, I know," she laughed.

"T-Tell me what she used to be like. My Mum." It was then that she realized that she had never even visited either of their graves. She'd never even set foot inside a cemetery before this night.

"She was…from a sister's point of view, a pain in the ass," she laughed, "From a best friend's point of view, she was strong, vibrant, it's cliché, but she was full of life."

"D-Did she love my father?" she didn't want to tell her about the prophecy, as if by not telling anyone, it would make it less real.

"She loved Angel, yes. And she loved Giles like a father. We all do. Every one of us had some sort of dysfunctional family, Xander had his drunken parents, Willow had her absent parents, and we had our absentee Dad. We were all family, together in our strangeness."

Jessica nodded, "Thank you," she whispered, "I should probably go…it's late there, and even later here. Aunt Dawn…is if a bad thing if I don't remember her?"

"You were so young, and she was just your dad's friend, she never babysat, I don't think, and she really wasn't of any importance until now."

She nodded, silent.

"Good night, Jessi."

"Goodnight, Aunt Dawn."

She hung up and laid back, feeling a bit relieved, but also feeling guilty. She now knew more of her mother, but should she have told Dawn about the prophecy, and her mother showing up?

No, she decided. When she left Sunnydale, she left her old world behind. Though she still had ties to her hometown, she was no longer Jessica Sandra Giles, daughter of Rupert Giles, librarian and watcher of slayers. She was the love child of a slayer and a vampire, a forbidden love. Technically, in most lights, she was an orphan, her parents both being dead, one much longer than the other.

This thinking wasn't helping her fall asleep. She pushed the thoughts from her mind and tried to clear it. Her breathing steadied, and she finally drifted off to sleep.