Repost: The Second Generation #3

["Cilia" <cilia@xxxxx>]

Hiya all,
I just checked out my last post of this story and it didn't seem quite
right as it turns out some of the text turned into wingdings style text.
Cilia

 
The Second Generation :)
Cilia

A.C. Lee is the son of Xander Harris and a Hong Kong police inspector
named Anne and I really don?t know what to make of him, but in return I
guess he is as baffled by me as I am by him. 

I?m Danielle Harris by the way, adopted daughter of Anya Emerson and
since she almost married Xander it makes me and A.C. siblings in some
weird sense. We are all siblings if you ask me. There is myself, A.C.,
Willow and Faith all born or raised without a father or a mother. 

Me and A.C. were both shipped here to this mansion in the middle of
nowhere by Angel and Chase investigations, they, according to a nice
lady named Cordelia, have been looking for us for quite some time now.
"You do the silent type thing well," Danielle commented as
she joined her stoic companion on balconies. It was still early and the
only ones who had been up and about to greet them had been Willow
Summers and Tara Maclay, they had shown them there rooms and then given
them the tour. Ending on the balconies were they now stood and waited.
"I do not believe in wasting words," A.C. replied in a low
voice.
"Why do you think they brought us here?" Danielle asked.
"I came here to meet my father," A.C. answered. "But it
would guess it has something to do with the impending apocalypse," he
added.
Danielle smiled a sweet smile, but its effects were seemingly lost on
her friend whom seemed very engrossed in the view, not her, the
mountains that could be seen in the distance. Danielle was a short brown
haired girl that possessed a pair of large brown eyes and a slim figure.
She was what you?d call cute beyond words. A.C. on the other hand was
tall and sculpted, with slightly oriental features and jet black hair
that he kept slicked back and heavily greased.
"Did you just make a joke A.C.?" she asked with a grin.

"Perhaps," he answered. "But I will never admit it," he
added.
"Too late I heard it too," Faith said as she sauntered in a
short cotton bathrobe onto the balconies with a cup of coffee nestled in
her hands. "I?m Faith," she said and stuck out her hand.
"Danielle," Danielle said with a smile as she shook the
offered hand. "And this is?" she started but was interrupted by the
sight of A.C. who had seemingly straightened up and was looking very
imposing in his black school uniform.
"Alexander Chang Lee," A.C. said with a bow and a kiss on
the back of Faith?s hand. "At your service," he added. Danielle just
stared wide eyed at her companion. Why hadn?t she gotten that kind of
treatment? She thought to herself as she glanced down at her own school
uniform that was of course at regulation length.
"Now I can tell you were raised by your mother," Faith said
with a loud laugh as she pulled her hand back.
"Will you keep it down Wild Thing," Spike said as he
staggered onto the balconies, wearing a red gentleman?s robe with his
black hair was sticking up and out in all directions and his slippers
making a thwacking sound against the floor of the balconies. He rubbed
his forehead with one hand and held fizzing glass of water in the other.
"Ignore him, he?s just grumpy cause he?s back among the
living, literally," Faith said in a high pitched voice and Spike growled
at her.
"Now, now everybody play nice and don?t poke fun at the
resident zombie," Willow stated as she walked onto the balconies with a
hand firmly on her hip. "We are here to do a job after all," she added.
The resolve face she wore was somewhat dulled by the fact that she wore
bunny pajamas with feet and had a teddy bear under her arm.
"A job?" A.C. asked seemingly back to his old stoic self.
"Killing vampires," Faith explained pointedly over the rim
of her coffee cup. "When they get done with their little infighting
thing that is," she added.
"Oh that," A.C. nodded thoughtfully as he crossed his hands
over his chest. "Are you insane?" he then asked without missing a beat
or raising his voice.
"No just second generation bloody slayers," Spike cursed and
then gulped down the contents of his glass and burped heartily. 
"And resurrected vampires," Willow chirped with a grin. 
"Yeah would somebody explain that bit?" Danielle asked. "It
has been kind of confusing me and I don?t like that, at all!" 
"Well short version: Spike was a bad ass vampire for two
hundred odd years give or take?" Faith started.
"Then he met my mom," Willow contiuned. "Picks up the good
fight after mom knocks him around for a bit?"
"And then ends up getting staked in French and buried after
a fashion," Faith explained off-handedly and Willow picked up the story
again.
"Now about three weeks ago, in a brilliant flash of light,
he appears butt naked I might at and disorientated in the middle of an
old vineyard," Willow told the two new arrivals. 
"Followed by a?" Faith started with a grin, but Spike
interrupted her.
"? the irrepressible me going on a three week binge and
somehow finding myself on the Slayer?s doorstep were this little minx
drags me in and cleans me up," Spike finished and pointed a thumb over
his shoulder at Faith, whom just shrugged and smirked.
"This is all very fascinating," A.C. stated. "But why us?
Why not the old guard?" he asked.
"Because we are not getting any younger," Buffy said from
the doorway, causing the entire group to turn around. There in the
doorway stood the remainders of the original and legendary Scooby Gang:
Buffy Summers and Xander Harris, with Tara Maclay stirring her herbal
tea in the background.
"Defending the world is a job for the young and we won?t be
around forever," Xander said in a voice that sounded very flat. 
"We?ll help of course, but you are chosen just like we
were," Tara said as she stepped forth. "So are you up to the task?" she
asked.

         
We are all trying to decide what to do and the offer sounds great. I
knew mom had something like this planned, but somehow I never suspected
her to go through with it.  

Willow Summers, Vampire Slayer in-training
Entry #21, June 2022 

 

To be contiuned in The Second Generation #4