I don't own anything in the Marvel Universe. I mixed some of the universes, so don't get upset. Namely most of the Astonishing and Uncanny with Buffy: Season 2. I do own Amelia though.

Chapter 2

"The world is much sharper now." Amelia explained to Rachel as Logan listened in. "I guess it is easier now. But in the beginning of the transformation, it was difficult."

"What else can you tell me?" Rachel asked.

"I still have my deathtouch." Amelia replied sheepishly.

"That would be a problem." Rachel answered gently.

"You think?" Amelia laughed scornfully. "Because to me, this is no way to live."

"I hear you, but you are a good X-Man and you deserve your spot on the team." Rachel reasoned. "You are kind and so what if you can't help us during the day anymore? It doesn't change you. It just makes you more interesting." She smiled. "That Slayer girl is coming out of Xavier's office. Do you need back up?"

"I could use some, yeah." Amelia said, nodding.

"Where are the lovesick men?" Rachel asked, changing the subject.

"Don't know, don't want to know, and did I mention I don't really care?" Amelia answered.

Buffy came out of the office with a sheepish smile on her face. Amelia waited for her to say something, but she was really only standing there because of Rachel and Rachel knew it.

"Oh, I didn't know that you were in that situation. I guess I owe you an apology." Buffy began. "But if you eat a human, you can kiss your ass goodbye." She walked away briskly.

"Man, she threatens well." Angelus said, coming up behind Amelia. "Hello, beautiful."

"Hi, stupid man." Amelia said, deadpan.

"Just because we are in San Francisco, doesn't mean she can harass you." Angelus said with sincerity.

Amelia looked at him. "You are serious."

"Yeah. I am." Angelus hugged her. "You were a very proud accomplishment of mine and I won't have that Slayer or any other that comes along, harm you as long as I am here. I promise you that."

"Gee, thanks." Amelia answered back. She and Rachel went to their room. Angelus had a room with Logan, it seemed.

"I want to thank you, Angelus." Logan began.

"For?"

"You helped her. You could have killed her, but she's here." Logan stared out the window.

"I hate to tell you, but she's dead." Angelus reasoned. "And you can't touch her, not with her deathtouch. Good thing that doesn't apply to the immortal."

"I am immortal. I mean, I think I am. I have been around a long time." Logan mused.

"How long?"

"At least 130…"

"I'm 238." Angelus crowed.

"Congratulations?" Logan asked.
"It's an accomplishment, especially when everyone wants to kill you." Angelus lay down on the floor.

"You gonna try to eat me?" Logan asked.

"No, Amelia would kill me if I touched any of her friends."

"Funny, you don't seem afraid of her."

"It's not her I'm afraid of. It's the redhead."

"Rachel? Yeah, she's just like her mother." Logan said.

"She has a mother?" Angelus looked at him.

"Don't bother, she's dead." Logan sighed. "Scott was married to her and Rachel is some other universe's daughter of theirs. It's complicated."

"Let's go to sleep. It's day." Angelus said, hoping that the sun wouldn't hurt him.

The girls didn't go to sleep that day. They sat in the enclosed room and chatted the day away. They liked the night.

"So, you don't sleep anymore?" Amelia asked Rachel.

"No, not since Havok and Polaris were taken by that creep Vulcan." Rachel filed a nail as she continued. "It's just I need to regroup and consider how to rescue them. I hope they know I didn't abandon them."

"I'm sure they know, Rachel." Amelia said. "Besides, it's not like you aren't working. I am helping you with some ideas. Let's see…have you tried using that sword you told me about?"

"The one that Korvus has?" Rachel asked. "No, that could never work. It wouldn't work because the sword would be a beacon to me for the Shi'ar to find me."

"What about just you?" Amelia asked. "You are powerful all on your own."

"Thanks, but I don't know what condition they will be in. No doubt that Vulcan is torturing them right now. I would rather have someone help me." Rachel looked at the nail polish on the table. "Your turn?"

"Sure." Amelia held out her toes. "Will this be sufficient?"

Rachel smiled. "Of course. Your turn for questions, too."

"Fine." Amelia said.

"What's the deal with you and Angelus?"

"He promised me the world if I didn't hinder him after he turned me. I didn't want this in the first place. But I was shot."

"What happened?"

"I was in Los Angeles and I got into the crossfire. Naturally, Angelus was hunting and he found me and discovered my power. He couldn't pass me up. So he turned me." Amelia looked at Rachel. "Why won't you let me die?"

"Because you are still a good person. Whether you are dead and cold or alive and warm."

"I guess. I just wonder if you were there, would it have been different?"
"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if you were home…"

"Oh…" Rachel looked at the toes she was telekinetically painting. "Well, what about his other children?"

"Spike is around and Drusilla deserted him. I see Spike a lot. He took a fancy to me, but Angelus claimed me as him. It means I am special."

"You are."

"Not in the way you are thinking."

"Explain it to me then, Amelia." Rachel asked.

"Okay. When a vampire grandsire claims a childe, it means that no other vampire can take my place. I wear a mark only seen by other vampires. They know whom I belong to and since I belong to Angelus, obviously, they leave me alone. Even Drusilla does."

"Wow, I didn't know there was a whole hierarchy to this." Rachel said with surprise.

"Well, I don't know what to tell you." Amelia stood up.

"Wait, what about your fingers?"

"I'm sure they can wait until I get Logan to hunt for me." Amelia left with a laugh.