Spike's right, no matter how much I really don't want to admit it. However, he's been getting better these past few years. After...after the war, we've all sort of tried to 'play nice' I guess. Nevertheless, he is right, painful though it is to think so. Buffy should be there for Dawn. This is her sister, her own flesh and blood.
"So, no one's heard anything from her?” I ask, sighing.
Where did it all go wrong? What happened to make Buffy do something so...not like her? When I talked to her last...oh god, over a year ago, she told me how proud she was of Dawn for being accepted into Julliard, for theater, no less. Buffy had gushed on and on about it. What occurred between then and now?
"No, not a peep. Seems she doesn’t want to be found."
I still can't believe the bloody Slayer's gone and run off like this...again. Always thinkin' everything’s covered by the rest of us. Well, it is, but that isn't the soddin' point. Should be here, she should, watchin' and applaudin' like the rest of us. Took a lot of hard work by Nibblet to get where she is. Angel isn't much happier by the sounds of it either. 'Aven't heard him growl like that in a good long time.
"Don't think we'll find her in two days. Red tried a few contacts that could search, but the Slayer's stayin' well and hidden. 'Spose it's for the best. Probably wouldn't understand what's goin' on anyways."
I swear, the next time I see that girl...
"Dawn is alright then? I mean, with Buffy not showing up?” I ask.
I would have gone myself, actually, I wanted to go myself, but someone had to stay behind and kind of hold the fort. There's always something to kill, someone to save around here. With Wolfram & Hart gone though, it's not quite the uphill battle anymore, but that last war...that almost did us in. Gunn barely survived, Wesley, well, he didn't make it to the battle, but he'd fought hard. Illyria was wounded, as were the rest of us, but we pulled through in the end.
"If she isn't, she's not sayin' a thing 'bout it. Did ask where you were though," I say. "But Connor explained it."
'M still not keen on Angel's boy takin' up with 'Bit, but I've no say, or so she told me. Still, like my own, she is. Care 'bout her is all. We've all been takin' our turns with 'Bit, it seems. I come by as often as Angel allows, what with trying to clean up Los Angeles, and Red's here with her and that Slayer girl of hers. Harris calls Dawn a lot, sendin' packages from 'round the world.
"I'm sure he did," I say, laughing.
I'm still amazed at Connor, and a bit proud that he took his name back. It took him a while to sort through all of his memories and come to terms with everything, and it hasn't been easy...for either of us.
Although, I remember the first time he saw Dawn when she came to visit last, before school started. I didn't think I'd ever see the day that calm, cool, and collected Connor would blush and stutter. But he did as soon as Dawn smiled at him.
Now he lives up in New York, running his own Private Investigation firm under the name Angel Investigations. I couldn't believe that he took that name and I think every one was surprised, but it made sense. L.A. isn't the only places with demons and vampires. Plus, he gets to be close to Dawn.
Besides, I know he is being looked after. Willow and Kennedy help him out. I should call him, see how he's doing.
"What is the production of and what time is it?” I ask, curious.
"'Bout 8pm, just after sunset. The name's somethin' silly. Somthin' 'bout a cuckoo's nest? Make any sense to you?"
'M not the theater type. Leave that poncy rubbish for Peaches.
"One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest you mean," I say, shaking my head.
"Why are you going anyways? You don't even like theater."
"Not 'bout the theater, mate. It's about Nibblet. 'Sides, haven't been to Broadway since the 20's when Dru and I stopped by for a few years."
I'd almost forgotten 'bout that time when we were here. So much has changed since then, makes it easy to forget. Sometimes that’s a blessin' in disguise.
"'Sides, you got to come last time. It's my turn now and I'm gonna spend a bit of time with my girl. Keep your boy away from her for a day or so."
"Someone needs to chaperone you two. God only knows what kind of trouble you would get in with Dawn at your side. She's too much like you for it to be good," I say. It's true too. Spike is like her uncle, spoiling her at every chance he gets. But, they both love it. It's nice to see him with her, although I don't think Connor likes it, or at least he acts as if he doesn't like it.
"'Bit and I'll be just fine without a chaperone. She does me proud that one," I say. She does too. She's a devious one, my Nibblet. Turn your head for a spin if you doesn't watch out. The boy Connor doens't know what he's bloody got himself into.
"I assume you can't tape the production? I really want to see it. Dawn's gotten better, or so I hear."
"See what I can do, mate. Gotta run. Seems your boy needs a bit of muscle 'round. 'Ta," I say and hang up the phone.
It's all well and good to have Angel as a mate now, but he'll bloody talk your ear off if you let him. 'Sides, wasn't lyin' 'bout his boy needin' a bit of help. He'd asked me the other day when we were celebratin' 'Bit's production at that pub down the way. Might as well give him a hand with it. Gra'lack demons can be right nasty if they want. Seems they've maimed a few people down in the Subways here.
Should apologize for takin' off like I did on them, although, don't think I can tell them why. Not even sure myself if I saw what I think I saw. Couldn't have been him after all these years. Might ask the whelp if he's heard of any new vampire's come to town recently.