Connor's POV

We were gathered in Xander's apartment again. Only Xander, his girlfriend, my Father, and I.

"When will she be here?" Dad grumbled. Since finding out about Jesse and Micah, he hasn't been in the best mood. He was thrilled that he had more children, but he was very very unhappy with Willow. After he'd met them, things were looking up again. Then she'd pretty much kicked his ass and he was angry again. I thought it was kind of hilarious.

"Could you just shut it, Deadboy?" Xander snapped back. I wasn't sure if I liked Xander or not, despite his dislike for my father. You'd think it would make for a great friendship...mutual dislike of him...but I think Xander was a little put-off by the fact that he was my father.

"You guys ready?" I spun around quickly, taken by surprise, gripping her throat in my hands. I had her against the wall before I'd even registered who it was, pressing her back with my own body.

When my mind finally caught up with my body, I immediately dropped my hand. A warm, short, soft body was pressed into mine. I could feel her hips, her stomach, her breasts...everything. "Willow." I whispered, suprised.

She glanced down at up at my face, then back down to my chest that was against hers. I hurriedly backed away, my face heating up as I berated my body's reaction to hers. She's like my freaking stepmom, damnit!

Then again, I couldn't really fault myself too much. She looked to be in her early twenties, which I guess she was. Healthy, lively, and fucking hot. Just because my dad fucked her once upon a time didn't mean I couldn't think of her that way. Yes, she was the mother of my siblings but it wasn't like she'd actually been a mother-figure to me.

Xander cleared his throat awkwardly, causing me to look over. My father looked utterly pissed, despite his brooding, and Anya looked amused. "It would be wrong of you to have orgasms with Willow when your father already has." she pointed out.

I felt that blush creeping up again until Willow came to my defense. "Anya, you don't even know what you're talking about."

Anya, though, decided she did know. "Willow...you're much prettier than you were in highschool. You were attractive then too but you dressed like a child. Now you're much more attractive and he's a teenage boy. His hormones urge him to have orgasms with all attractive women. He's probably thought about it with me too."

No I have not! Well...okay, but it was a fleeting thought! Willow's personality was more my type. No way was I gonna use that as my defense, though. This was getting more and more awkward by the moment.

"Okay." Willow finally said, her face redder than mine was. "Grab hands. I'll take us straight into the house." She glanced to my father briefly. "Danny is very insecure about the fact that he isn't blood related to me or Micah and Jesse. I've assured him it doesn't matter to me, and it doesn't. If you make him feel in any way as if he's not important, you'll be roasting in the Sunnydale sun before you can even think of apologizing."

Dad didn't respond, just growled under his breath and looked away. I think he really resented the hostility and dominance Willow was displaying but it kind of made me want to cheer. The world around us blurred and swirled and then we were standing in a small diningroom.

Micah, Jesse, and a boy around my age stood by the doorway. My brother and sister immediately rushed forward with hugs and all around joy for all of us, while the older boy hung back and fidgeted.

The windows were blocked by the sunlight streaming around the heavy drapes was dim so I figured the time change had Ireland at around dusk. "Danny, honey, help me with the drinks." Willow commented, leading him into the kitchen. I could hear with my enhanced senses as they clattered around with dishes and drinks. "Don't worry, Danny...remember what I told you?"

"Anyone that matters won't care and anyone that cares won't matter." he answered, enunciating each word.

"Exactly. Xander is basically my brother. Anya pretty much cares about nothing but herself and her relationship. Angel's a dousche either way and Connor seems like a good kid, if a little snarky. I think you two would get along, actually."

"Ma, I'm na tha bad." he replied, his accent thick.

"Yes you are. And I love you. So don't worry, okay? The twins want to go but they only count as one vote, I'm undecided, so you are the one to break the tie. If you don't want to go, they'll get over it but I'm not forcing you away from your homeland if it'll make you uncomfortable."

"Thanks ma."

"Grab the blood from the fridge. Enough for Angel and Connor too."

As they re-entered the room and started spreading out a baked ham and tons of sides, everyone made their way toward the table. Anya and Xander took a beer with their food, Willow drank water, and then she poured her children glasses of milk and glasses of blood. Danny got soda and handed one to me as well before Willow turned with the pitcher of blood.

"Did you want cow or pig?" she asked seriously, looking to me. I was completely dumbfounded.

"I...I don't drink blood."

She frowned. "Really?"

"Really."

"Hmm...Jess and Micah never seemed to NEED it but when they were babies, milk just wasn't what they seemed to want. I tried blood, thinking it was necessary and ever since, they've drank it."

"That's..." Xander started, only to cut off at Willow's glare.

"They don't like...attack people or anything. It's just a mild craving. Like wanting chocolate."

I swallowed thickly, confused. The few times I'd ever thought of blood, it had filled me with shame. I was not raised to think that my vampiric abilities were okay. Only my strength had been acceptable because it made killing demons easier.

"You could try some if you'd like." she commented, handing over a glass. "I never gave them human blood though, because at the time I thought they may need blood and I didn't want them ever craving it from humans."

I sniffed the glass. It smelled...gross. But good too. My mouth wasn't watering or anything but I wanted it the way humans subconsciously craved milk when their bodies needed those specific vitamins. It was on a primal level. Still, I wasn't sure if I could. I felt awkward and ashamed. And my father hiding his need for blood, never drinking it in public, that didn't help.

"Just try." Jesse exclaimed and I glanced over to see him taking large swallows. He set his glass down, looking completely natural and then start sneaking pieces of roll from the basket near him.

I took a deep breath and sipped the blood. It was good and bad all at once. There was an unpleasant musk about it. It was like when Cordelia had bought me my favorite hamburger. It was nice and juicy and delicious and then I'd tasted the onions that I hated. They'd been scraped off, but it was like the juice had soaked into the bun and no matter how great it was, that one tinge at each bite was enough to make me a little frustrated. Still, the overall taste was enough to go around it and I took a large swallow of the blood before setting the glass back on the table.

Everyone was looking at me but only Xander looked grossed out. My father looked dumbfounded, as if he'd never thought I could like it. Anya looked smug, as if she knew I would. But Willow, Danny, and the twins looked curious as if waiting for my verdict. I nodded and Willow grinned.

"That's cow." she explained, finally seating herself. She glanced toward Angel vindictively. "Who wants to say grace?"