Blood Bonds
by Sage Darkwoods
Disclaimer: The characters in this story that were created by Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy belong to them and them alone. No infringement is intended, and no profit is being made.
Chapter 2: Mistake
"And you are who again?" Harmony asked, swirling her daiquiri in its glass.
"It's Peter. You sired me in Sunnydale, remember? I was part of your gang. We were going to get rid of the Slayer."
Realization dawned in her sparkling blue eyes. "Oh yeah, oh my god! It's good to see you again!" She jumped up and hugged Peter. "So, how've you been?"
"Pretty good. I'm in a band now," he said, puffing out his chest. He reminded Cassie of a rooster.
Harmony smiled brightly, then noticed Cassie. "And who's your girlfriend?"
"I'm Cassie," she interjected and held out her hand. "I just met Peter tonight. He brought me to meet you, actually."
Harmony dusted off the seat beside her. "Come and sit, drink a while." She motioned for the bartender to bring two more daiquiris. The girls chatted for a bit. While Cassie was talking about her thesis, Harmony's eyes glazed over a few times, but she tried to look interested. "That's sort of like what Fred was in charge of," Harmony said, glad to contribute to the conversation. "She was all into the science stuff, too."
"What does she do now?"
"Not much of anything, since she's dead," Harmony replied airily. "Well, Fred isn't really Fred anymore, she's Illyria, who's like this god-being who's all blue and so doesn't have a sense of humour. Or fashion sense," she added.
Cassie's head swam, trying to register all this. In fact, her head just swam in general. "How much alcohol is in this?" she wondered. She looked up at Harmony, whose blonde hair had taken on a soft golden glow.
"Just two ounces or so," said Peter, appearing close to her ear. "And something else added to the mix."
"Y-you've drugged me?" Cassie managed, her tongue starting to feel like cotton.
"Only enough that you won't fight back." Peter's voice started to fade away, then everything went black.
"You sure don't pick 'em light," Harmony huffed, one of Cassie's arms slung over her shoulder.
"Sorry," he puffed, supporting Cassie's other side. "She was cute, and I thought you'd appreciate a present."
"I do, dumbass, but you didn't have to drug her." Harmony glared at her progeny. "She would have come by herself, you know."
"How was I supposed to know?" Peter muttered, readjusting his hold on the girl.
"We'd better bring her back to my place before –"
"Before you get caught?" said a voice from the alley. A tall dark figure stepped out of the shadows, leather trench billowing slightly in the wind.
Harmony tried to smile. "Um, hey boss! Fancy seeing you here!"
Angel didn't smile back. "Harmony. What are you doing."
Harmony glanced at Peter, who looked very confused. "Well, she had waaay too much to drink, and she's from out of town, so I figured –"
"You work for Angel?" Peter asked incredulously.
"Yeah, but –"
"The vampire with a soul? The one who kills our kind!"
"Only sometimes!" Harmony replied indignantly. "Besides, he's head of Wolfram & Hart now. He's got a lot of power."
"I thought you were cool," Peter pouted. "But you're just a sellout, just working for the man." He dropped his hold on Cassie, who slumped against Harmony, who staggered under the extra weight. Angel advanced on them.
"He did it!" Harmony cried. "He brought her here, and we were just talking, us girls, like girls do, and drinking a little, and he drugged her! It's all his fault, Angel!" Never let it be said that Harmony can't cover her own ass.
Cassie's eyes fluttered open. She could vaguely make out a tall man in black flinging something at Peter, and Peter turning to dust. Then she was hoisted over the tall man's shoulder, and carried off somewhere. She blacked out again. Somewhere today, she had made a mistake.