Chapter 21
June 16, 2003
Michael William Carinton was 16 years, 10 months, and 19 days old. He was 5 feet 11 inches, and had a rather muscular/toned body from training and sparing with his mother, sister and brothers. His eyes were a combination of the blue of his parent's eyes. He had dirty blond/ light brown hair that he had in a messy yet styled kind of way. He had his fathers chin, but the rest of his face was similar to his mothers. He wasn't broad shouldered, but he wasn't skinny wither. He had on a pair of Timberland boots, black, of course. The slightly baggy blur jeans that showed the very top of his boxers. And a black t-shirt that covered the top of his jeans but was stretched across his chest and shoulders, due to his upper body muscles.
Michael walked over to the driver's side of the black Tahoe and motioned for his sister to get in. "You drove the Tahoe to the cemetery?" she asked him skeptically. Michael sighed before answering. "I'm not parked on the damn grass. I'm parked on the damn asphalt. Now get in the damn car, mum's gonna kill us as it is were going to be bloody late for dinner." Danielle walked over and grabbed his left wrist to look at his silver watch and swore when she saw what time it was. The two hastily got in the Tahoe and drove home, leaving four very confused warriors behind and six very dead demons.
Connor was lying on his back on his bed as he let his ribs heal. He couldn't get the beautiful female warrior out of his head. She was amazing. Her style of fighting was confident and flawless. He was mesmerized by her and he wasn't sure if he would ever see her again. He was jarred from his thoughts when he heard a knock at the door.
"Yeah." he called out. He saw his parents come in and walk over to him. "You okay, baby?" his mother asked him, her voice filled with concern. He nodded. "Yeah, Willow said it was just a few bruised ribs, nothing broken or fractured. How's your arm?" It was his turn to have his voice filled with concern for his mother. She smiled down at him. "Already healing. I'm just glad your okay."
"I still can't figure out who those two were." Angel said sounding extremely confused. "They fought as though they weren't… I don't know." Buffy finished with a sigh. "Human." Angel said casually. Buffy shrugged before answering. "Not the word I was going to use but okay." Connor got a pensive look on his face and shook his head. " No, they were human." Angle nodded in agreement with his son. "He is right. I couldn't smell any demon in them."
The three sat there in confused silence for a few moments. How the hell could two human teenagers accomplish what they had gotten beat up and broken trying to do. They all looked at each other and spoke at the same time. "Giles."