Chapter 7
Peaches!
This was bad. Really bad and awkward, Dawn cringed at the scene in front of her and the fact that, yes, they were his pants.
"Um…" Dawn's gaze flickered between the two, "Connor this is Spike, Spike this is Connor."
Connor's eyes narrowed in on her, "I thought you said you didn't know him," Shit fuck, he recognized him from the other night.
Dawn struggled to come up with something to say, "Uh…I do or I did…he, I mean we…he's an old friend," she finished and gave Spike a look, he better not screw this up.
"Nice to meet you," Spike said in a slightly more cultured accent with a nod of his head. Connor didn't say anything, but his features were set hard. He was really pissed and looked ready to fight. Oh boy, he knows, Dawn realized. He knows Spike isn't alive.
"Silver can I talk to you," he said through gritted teeth. She nodded in agreement and they went into the kitchen and shut the door.
"What the hell is going on?" He exploded at her. Dawn flinched; this was going to be hard.
"He's from the same place I grew up…we were…" she trailed off; noticing the look Connor was giving her.
"He's dead." He stated more than asked, almost hopeful that she didn't notice.
"I know," she whispered. The look Connor gave her made her stomach turn with guilt and she realized he had no idea what her life had been like before, Dawn's life.
"He has a soul," she heard herself saying, mind as well try and gain him some good points. Connor froze and gazed into her eyes.
"I've heard of that before," he said slowly and Dawn tilted her head at him. The only other vampire she knew of that had a soul was Angel.
"Let me guess," Connor said sarcastically, "you loved him and he was turned."
Dawn snorted, "Hardly, he was in love with my sister."
"Sister?" Connor asked, bewildered. Dawn sighed; it was time to come clean. He deserved it.
"Connor," she began, momentarily forgetting that Spike was still in the other room, "I need to tell you about who I was, my past."
"Okay," Connor responded and they sat down.
How to begin, she wondered, start with her being the Key, how she really was only around five years old or several millennia depending on which way you looked at it, or that her sister was the Slayer, and a damn good one too. Just then there was a knock at the door. Dawn frowned, "I'll get it, you stay here,"
She went to open the door and gasped at the person standing there.
"Angel?" she whispered, astonished.
"Dawn?" he said equally stunned.
They stood there for a moment, neither taking there eyes off each other.
"Of course," Angel breathed, still not taking his eyes off Dawn.
"What?" Dawn asked, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze. Then his eyes slid from her to over her shoulder.
"Connor?" Angel said, sounding faint.
"Dad?" Connor questioned, "What are you doing here?"
Dawn's eyes popped out of their sockets and she spun to face Connor, "Dad?" she shrieked.
Spike went to the door, hearing all the commotion he wanted to know what was going on and he also smelled a very familiar scent, but it couldn't be…
But it was, standing in the door was Angel, other wise known as the Poofter or Peaches.
"Spike," Angel growled, seeing the blonde vamp and they both locked eyes, glaring at each other.
"Oi! Peaches," Spike exclaimed dramatically, "I'm in Hell!"
Yep that about summed it up, Dawn grimaced.
"What the hell are you doing here? Angel? Angel!" she snapped and waved her hand in front of him, "Do the macho pissing contest later, answer me now," she growled making both Spike and Angel face her.
"Silver, how do you know Angel?" Connor asked warily. He was starting to think that Silver's past was a little more complex than he really wanted to know.
"Okay, I think maybe we should all sit down and talk for a minute," Angel suggested. Dawn ignored him, "No, my question first: why are you here?"
Angel didn't say anything, but a voice from behind him did, "Um…maybe I should explain that,"
Dawn froze, she knew that voice, and sure enough a redhead with large warm brown eyes peeked out from behind Angel.
"Willow." Dawn whispered.