Romance

The young blond sighed heavily as she looked up with her big blue-green eyes at the huge hotel that stood directly in front of her. "Why did mom have to send me here?" She muttered to herself as she pulled roughly on the oversized door. She took her first steps into what her mom said they called "Angel Investigations."What a stupid name she thought to herself as she looked around the hotel. She noticed the colors red and gold immediately, and she assumed it had been freshly painted that red with accents of gold. Her observation ran into her thoughts, 'I mean there not saints definitely that Angel character. From what I heard, he can go evil if he gets one moment of true happiness. My dad wanted his soul, and he fought hard for it. Did this Angel dude? No.'"May I help you?" A lady with short brown hair and caramel highlights interrupted her thoughts as she leaned over the ceramic countertop to gaze at the blond who had just walked into the main room of the hotel.The blond looked up, "Yeah, I'm Brittany Joyce Summers."She gave a small smile because she loved her middle name. She also loved to use her middle name and the reason why is because she was named after her grandmother, who she never met but heard about on many occasions. She'd always heard good things; good stories; good memories; never anything bad."Oh, Your Buffys' Kid," the lady said as she smiled at her, "Well I'm Cordy." Brittany nodded slowly while she continued to look around. 'There must be like 500 rooms in this place… or more.' Brittany knew with her luck that she'd end up somehow getting lost in this place. She wondered if anyone would find her if she got lost and who else all lived here. Cordy smiled lightly yelling back into what Brittany guessed to be an office of some sort, "Angel, Hun, come here please?" Soon after a tall, dark, and handsome man stood by Cordy, Cordy leaned over and kissed him softly. Smiles appeared on both of their faces. Cordy looked over at Brittany, "This is Angel. The big boss of this place." Angel turned slightly looking at Brittany; the smiled on his face soon disappeared. 'She looks so much like Buffy,' he thought. Cordy soon noticed Angel's expression, "Is there something wrong?" Angel shook his head and all the thoughts of Buffy out of his head, "No. Nothing at all." Brittany looked at them both. 'Great. Two people in love, kissing right in front of me, being all together.' She unwarily started to glare. She hated to love. She hated couples. She hated feelings. She had to move here which caused her to break-up with Chase. He was a nice normal guy. He was cute too with his blue eyes and black hair. She wasn't even able to kiss Chase good-bye. She would have loved for Chase to be her first kiss, but now she wasn't there, she was here. Angel looked down a Brittany, "Do you want anything? We have a soda, lots of food.." Brittany cut him off, "Nah, I'm okay. All I need is a room." "Yes, That Would Be A Good Idea, Huh, Kiddo," Angel smiled laughing nervously. Why was he trying so hard to impress Buffy's kid anyway? It wasn't actually Buffy standing in front of him, but it was her daughter, the daughter of Buffy and Spike. Angel hated to think Buffy ended up with something like Spike, but Buffy had moved on so Angel was forced to do that same. Angel had his own family now with Connor as his son and Cordy playing the mother figure. He was happy or at least thought he was. Brittany had the same eyes as Buffy and that just killed him a little bit on the inside. He wished he could see Buffy once again. That was over though. He had his chance and he walked away from her to come here and help people. It was his choice, his fault, and his regret. Brittany blinked as she heard kiddo and immediately sassed,"Kiddo? Are you serious?" She looked at him wondering why he would call her that. She didn't look like a kid. She was 15 years old and looked 16. Her dirty blond hair had been highlighted light blonde and lowlighted dark blonde. She was just a little bit taller then her mom, but only by an inch. She was cute. With soft baby blueish-green eyes, they would sometimes change and be one color then the other; either way yellowish gold flakes fell through the blue and green. She had fair skin with lots of freckles. Her nails were painted bullet slivers with a squared off tips. She was wearing a white tank top that in black had the DC logo. She had on dark blue Mudd jeans with many tears and rips, with white and black Adios. It was kind of cold outside that day so she wore a black jacket that in white had a cool DC design on it. She had carried her stuff in a dark blue and creamy white Element backpack that was now slung around her shoulder. The last thing she had on was a silver cross necklace. Angel spoke somewhat softly, " Umm. No?" "He's not too good with teenagers," Cordy stated to Brittany with a chuckle, "He can barely handle his own." Brittany looked somewhat shocked. 'Angel has a kid? Mom never told me that. I wonder what they're like? I wonder if they're my age? I hope it's not some stupid guy.' Angel looked a little hurt, "I think I handle Connor pretty well." 'Oh great it is some stupid guy,' Brittany looked down from the conversion, which she wasn't really apart of. "Of course you do Honey," Cordy smiled lightly and kissed him again. Brittany heard a door slam from behind her but didn't turn around. She wasn't up for meeting any more people right now. All she wanted was her room. "Who's this?" A boys voice came to Brittany's attention. 'Must be his son,' she thought lightly turning around to see who it was. Brittany saw him he was a pretty good height for his age, which looked like he might just be going on 17. He has medium brown hair that was cut in a sort of skater look. He had amazing dark blue eyes. 'Not to bad.' Cordy started to introduce Brittany, "Connor this is Brittany. I told you about her. "Oh yeah. So this is her, this is a Slayer?" Connor smirked. He never had met a slayer before expect a while ago when Aunt Faith came down, but he was only about three years old at the time. He didn't really remember it. Angel looked to his son. He recognized the look on Connor's face. He remembered back to that alley where she noticed he was following her then the next point he knew was he was on the ground looking up at this small cute little blond. Brittany began to smile a little bit, "Um… yeah I'm a slayer, but also half vampire." "So you bite?" Connor asked. He also had this little grin on his face. Cordy started to warn Connor about saying something like that but wanted Connor to learn his own way out of it. So she turned to Angel instead with a smile. Angel was to busy day dreaming and remembering his past to hear Brittany and Connors conversation or to notice Cordy staring at him. Brittany's smile went down, "Wouldn't you like to know." "Yeah, I actually would." Connor said while he didn't even try to hide the fact he was checking her out. Brittany looked at him slightly noticing the checking her outlook, "Well I wouldn't bite you." She crossed her arms firmly in front of her chest like her mom normally did when something upset her. "Harsh," Connor said looking into her eyes. Brittany avoiding eye contact all together, "Mmhmm." "So why wouldn't you bite me?" Connor asked with a chuckle, "I'm bite-able." Brittany rolled her eyes. "What I'm not bite able?" He asked. "Ange..," Before Cordy could finish, she grabbed her forehead, wobbling off balance and fell straight on the floor. She moaned slightly as she cried out, "31st Street and Broadway Avenue. Hurry! Anthony's In Trouble." Both Angel and Connor snapped out of their thoughts, without even fretting to help Cordy up they went to a big cabinet right of the front counter. 'They're both rude,' Brittany thought to look at the fallen Cordy then the guys that completely ignored her. As Angel opened the cabinet doors, Brittany saw weapons. Many weapons, all shiny, there were many in different shapes, colors, and sizes. "Not Again," Connor sighed as he reached in loading up on stakes, holy water, a couple of neat looking knives and an ax thingy. Angel who was putting on a black leather coat, it was long, and well beat up. It reminded Brittany of her dad's coat. Angel then grabbed a sword, a big one. He soon spoke back to his son, "Well, you know Anthony… He has A Big Mouth." "And Never Shuts Up," Connor added with a smirk. He took one last glimpse of Brittany's stunning beauty. She stood strong, with an aura of sweetness and purity, just a hint of danger hide in her eyes and movements. She was watching them very carefully. She didn't trust them. ' Why should she?' Connor asked himself as he followed his father out of the wooden looking hotel doors, 'She doesn't know us.' But Connor was soon interrupted from his thoughts by the noise of his fathers' voice. "What do you think about Brittany?" Angel asked his son, the tone of his voice was suspecting. Connor shrugged, "She's Okay. A Little Cocky." A small smile appeared a crossed Connor's features, she was a bit cocky and he liked it. 'It's cute.' He told himself.