So the red-head and blonde-brunette are lovers. Interesting. What else does this Slayer have in store for me? The Watcher did
give warning though, so I cannot complain.
The room is in chaos right now. It would be amusing...if it weren't for the fact that the red-head's lover is babbling hysterically.
Strange. A vampire that can calm, instead of terrify. It must have something to do with his soul.
I turned to look at the Slayer as she intensely watches the vampire, and sense it as I glance at the girl in her arms.
The girl is pre-Immortal. I would bet my Quickening on it.
Methos' gaze on Dawn made her turn to look at him. When he saw her eyes, he knew for sure. She was
pre-Immortal. Now how to tell the Slayer, and not the girl? Especially seeing how close they were.
Speaking of the Slayer, she was rubbing her neck again. It made him wonder if that was how she sensed other Immortals, especially since there was
more than one way to sense them. He still remembered the time he ran into an Immortal that sneezed
every time he came into the presence of another. He would have to test his theory out later.
The red-head's lover was looking at him again. He knew this, because he could feel her gaze on him. He looked at her, as she asked, "How old are you?"
Methos smiled faintly, as he said, "I am old enough to remember humanity's first struggle for dominance of this world. I existed when Death rode horseback. I also remember the first vampire.... Does that tell you anything?"
"That you are ancient," she replied.
"That is all you need know," he concluded.
Once again, he returned his gaze to the Slayer and the girl in her arms. He was not surprised to find the vampire beside the Slayer again. Seeing all three together, Methos came to a realization. The girl looked exactly
like a combination of the vampire and Slayer put together. But the Slayer had to have been a mere child when the girl was born.... He had
to find out who this girl was.
"Slayer," he said, drawing Buffy's attention, "what is your relationship to the girl you hold close to you?"
"She's my sister," came the simple reply.
Methos' eyebrows shot up, as he exclaimed, unable to hide the shock in his voice, "Slayers have never
had siblings! How is this possible?!"
"Simple," came the reply from the hallway, as a badly dressed man in a fedora hat came into view. "She didn't. Not until half-way through last year."
Methos instantly recognized the man...correction: demon. Apparently the vampire and Slayer did as well, by their reactions. For the vampire had instantly changed into his vampiric guise, while the Slayer had placed herself between the vampire and demon instantly. He also noted that the girl had ducked behind the vampire, gazing wide-eyed at what was going on.
Quietly, Methos whispered, "Whistler."
Whistler ignored what was going on, his eyes focused solely on the vampire and Slayer, as he said, "And the way the Powers That Be worked it...she's not even that, but her daughter instead. Yours and Angel's actually."