"Xander, can you get the door? It's probably a guest." Buffy said struggling to get the cake out of the oven. "Now I understand why my mom stressed so much with my birthday parties."
Xander opened the door completely shocked at who was standing there. Cordelia. With a child. Since when did Cordy have a kid?
"Hi Xander." She said, awkwardly.
"I didn't know you had children." He spoke up.
Cordelia laughed, putting her hand on the head of the young boy standing in front of her. "Oh, he's not my son. This is Connor. You know, Angel's son." Cordy said, walking into the house. Buffy came around the corner and stopped to greet them.
"Xander, you remember I told you Angel had a son. Just a year older than Emily." Buffy said, smiling at the boy.
"Right. I guess I just forgot." Xander said, embarrassed.
"Hi Connor." Buffy said to the boy. Brown hair and brooding eyes.Yup. Angel's boy.
"Angel wanted me to say hello for him. He couldn't come on the count of it being daytime." Cordelia said genuinely.
"Thanks, well, Emily is outside if you want to go play, Conner." Buffy said nicely, trying to make him feel welcome. He nodded and ran off in the direction of the back door. Emily ran to catch the ball her Auntie Willow had thrown to her but a boy picked the ball up instead. Emily stood baffled as Connor handed her the ball.
"What's your name?" She asked.
"Connor." He said feircely.
"Oh well my name is Emily. I live here." She said, smiling at her new friend. "You want to play ball?"
"I'd rather play vampires." Connor said.
"I like that game too. Most other kids don't like that game. It scares them." Emily laughed. Emily always won this game.
"Well it doesn't scare me because my Daddy is a vampire." Connor whispered to Emily.
"My Daddy is too!" Emily said, excited.
"Okay so you can be the good vampire and I will be the bad one. Now let's fight!" Connor said, as both children scrunched up their faces like vampires. Emily threw her fist towards Connor but Connor held his hand up as defense, letting her fist hit his palm. Emily took her fist back and planted it into Connor's shoulder. He then took a stick off the ground and held it tight in his hand, waiting for the chance to strike. As Emily came close to hit him again, he took this as an opportunity to stake her. He drove the stake to her heart but stopped just before it hit her. "You're dust!" He laughed, dropping the stick.
"Wow. You move really quick." She said.
"You did pretty good yourself." Connor said.
"You want to be my friend?"
"Sure."