Father/Daughter Stuff

[forever_spike]

So, I promised Court I'd take her shopping...so shopping we will do. Ran into a hitch right away though...no big rolls of bills in my pockets. So I went and saw Knight boy and hit him up for some spending cash. Used the old, 'you're like an uncle to her...' bit to get it. Kid's too soft

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[magic_courtney]

I was laying on my bed, reading, yeah, I was reading. Book of poetry, with a piece of red, silk ribbon bookmarked a page. The Hightway Man by Alfred Noyes. Writting in 1901. About a theif who fell in love with a landlords daughter, then both being slaughtered by the brittish army. Well..it was a good poem!

As soon as my door was knocked..I saw my dad enter the room. He must of been in a calm mood, I smelt smokes on him. As a smoker -- though neither Mum, him, or Buffy know about that -- I knew the smell of a good pair of cigarettes when I smelt them.

Helping my self up with my hands, I close the book, the bookmark still in place, and I swing my arms over the bed. I wore jeans, sneakers, and a UC Sunnydale sweatshirt. Buffy leant that to me, said it looked goo on me or something. She was pretty, and nice.

"Shoppin'?" I ask, I didn't believe him at first. I thought he just said that..yanno, when someone said that it would rain, and it doesn't kinda thing? Know?

"S..sure!" Great, stuttering me. Last thing I need to add on my list of stupid quirks. Bloody hell.

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She was reading or something bookish...and for a moment, I wondered if she got that from me or Dru. I finally decided that it was something of her own.

"Ye heard me."

She seemed surprised...I was shooting for overjoyed 'thank you father'.

"Right, let's get goin' then. I 'ate bloody lines. All those stupid wangkers can go ta hell."

Walking over to her, I ran my hand down the side of her face tenderly...lovingly.

"Yer me baby girl."

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I stood up, look up at him..he was a few inches taller than me, mind you.

"Yer me baby girl"

As he ran his hand down my face, so much affection..it scared me, and it made me want to tell him so much. Tell him all he missed 'bout me, yet I still want to scream at him for all the birthdays he missed. But, can't do that now. And expecially not in a shopping mall. I'm certainly a lady, not a hoodlum.

"I know dad.." I reply, smiling shyly. "Lets go, then.." I say.

God..I really do not know who I sound like. Or think like. Mum says him.

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"Right...need to get."

Looking embarassed at what I did, I started out of he room. Making a beeline for the front door, I was secretly scared that she didn't like staying here. She could use this opportunity to run away...

"'Ave anthin' ye've been eyein' Court?"

Reaching the door, I swung it open and stepped outside. I waited just beyond the door and to the side for her.

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I followed him, and walked past the entry way, to outside. Beside my father.

"Not really...clothes..shoes?"

I shrug, feeling so nervous. Infront of my own father. I was nervous as if I were to sing Opera, which I can -- and quite well -- infron of many, fat and studious people..all watching me with evil eyes. Cruel eyes.

Some reason, even without a soul, weather he wants to remember or not, I never remember his eyes to be cruel, or sadistic. Just..caring.

I stood there..biting my bottom lip. My heart could bust any minuete..he'll never know how I still, despite some hatred I have for him, and used to look up at him. Think he was my hero an' all. He was. I guess still is, since he called himself a hero. So much.

He deserves to, for dying to save the world..

Yet, when I heard that he died..I died too. Lot really, sat in my room and cried..

He was my father.

I put my hair behind my small ears, and smile nervously at him.

"D..D..Do you still have the Desoto?"

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"Just what every girl wants...'cept 'haps a horse."

Smirking, I closed the door behind us then started walking away. I figured she could keep up.

"What? Sorry Court, ain't got no wheels no more. Will 'ave ta foot it."

Turning to her, I grinned patted her shoulder. She had my looks...

"Thought we could chat 'long the way. Fine by you Court?"

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"I never did like cars anyway."

It was the truth..they were, scary. Millions of people, mostly in my age group, died in car wreaks. Realize that? Cars are BAD.

I move my wavy tendrils away from my face, and nodded to his question. "Yeah..I'd like to t...t....talk." Great, you were actually getting better at speaking Court, but you just have to stutter. Ah well...he'll get used to it.

As we began walking away from Buffy's residence, what most people think of ordinary, I say exdrodinary. This comming from a girl who lived in motels, brothels, cinema's, and crypts parts of her life. Cannot really complain 'bout the cinma's though, pop corn is a beautiful thing, any git should know that.

"So.." I began, as we walked along the curb, "w..w..what do you want to talk about?"

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I chuckled but didn't say anything. Maybe I wouldn't have to worry about her getting behind the wheel.

"Great. Let's get them lips of yers movin'."

Grinning, I put my arm around her shoulders and nodded. What should we yak on about indeed?

"How 'bout everythin' I missed in yer life? Might be good place to start."

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I leaned my head against his shoulder, rather noteable reflex, and regulare, if you ask me. If felt..nice, being around him. Nice indeed.

I casted my eyes downard, blinking my long, dark, curly eyelashes together. Silently contemplating that question he asked. Such a simple question, rather to me a difficult one I could explain.

"I..I lived in Prague..first two years..when I.." my voice trails off, he knew what it was. "..then, I snuck aboard to Hungary, then france when I was nine..then I went to Canada. Lived with a family there..ran away.." I move my head slightly. "The couple was already on their death bed..elderly.."

I trail off, my eyes looking back into his. "How 'bout you?"

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I nodded as I listened. Girl had gotten around.

"Got the travelin' bug now, ain't ya?"

Me indeed...whole lotta shit had happened to me. Didn't know how much to tell her...had to tell her something though. It was share time.

"Went to Sunnydale with Dru to find that poof Angel so we could heal her. Found him...and the Slayers. I tried to kill 'em durin' the ceremony to restore Dru but they won in the end. Dru was restored but I was left in a bloody chair on wheels. Then Angelus came back...Dru's sire, and while I was in that chair him and her got all smoochie. I got better though...and cut a deal with Buffy. Ended up saving Dru and Angelus got his. Then Dru repayed me by dumpin' me the twit."

Angry at the memory I kicked at a garbage can we passed, knocking it over. Someone would sure be pissed in the morn'.

"She wouldn't take me back, so I came back to the Hellmouth. Did we I had to to survive...then got 'napped by these army boys who stuck this chip in me noggin. Couldn't hurt no humans. Just started 'elpin' Buffy and her ruts after that. Fell for her...but she didn't like me much then. She eventually did though...and I went through hell to get this soul for her. Then I died for her like the champion she saw me as. That's how much I luv her. Like I luv you Court."

I messed up her hair playfully, grinning at her. She was my girl...

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I smiled slightly at him, it was unnerving -- no matter how truthful it was -- I guess..the unnerving part was that..he's been through a lot. Mysticaly, physicaly, and mentally. Got himself a soul, he said. Must of drove him insane, it did. I matched his stride with mine, almost equaly. Though, he had about one hundred..and twenty-three years of practice, of walking. And I did not.

I just compared two indivduals walking, haven't I? Where do I get my through process from? Not mum, or dad..probably Penn. Penn. Yeech. Never mean, he was. Just slightly unnerving. Darla..I missed her to bits I did.

"You love her, like..you..l..l..love me?" It came out way too meek, and fragile, than I intended, I swear it.

Though, a thought poped up into my head.

"Dad, the other night..you mentioned Angel.." I look up at him, as we left the neightbore hood a head of Buffy;s, "Who's she?"

"I slightly remember Darla talkin' 'bout some person named Angel, and Penn.." I shiver at his name. Freak. "Was she some demon?"

Was she a he? If she was a he, what a positively girly name! Girly name! Like naming your son Ashley. I never did get that.

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"Well...not in exactly the same way, luv. I love you like a daughter, and her like a mate. I love you both so much though...so don't ya be goin' off and leavin' me now, ya hear? I'd 'ave to come after you and haul yer ass back 'ome."

Silent after her question, I let it settle in. Then I burst out laughing.

"She? Angel is like a she...hell, he's as moody as one. But nah, he ain't a she. He's got the same equipment as me...'cept mine is much...much...much bigger. Like a crack to the Grand Canyon."

Smirking, I wished Angel was here so I could give him the finger. What a sodding poof.

"That bitch Darla was his sire, and he sired Dru who sired me. Dark-haired fellow who likes to dress in suits. Is Buffy's ex and a souled vamp like me. Penn? That was Darla's wanna-be Angel I think. Never could fill Angelus' shoes or britches, that one."

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"Penn was just weird. " I comment, shrugging my shoulders a little. "I liked Darla though, she was always kind..to me for some reason." I say, as I look off into the distance, I ignore the roars of cars -- evil things -- as the drive past us on the street. "I always remember my manners, and we get a long. But, I guess she treated you much different than she ever treated me, eh?" I really state, more than ask. She did..she was a mother to me at times, when mine was not. Sure, she got on to me oh so much. "Though..she was a naggy git."

Without thinking, I began to imitate her out loud. Mean, I know. Rather I think out loud when I should not, and think to myself when it would be best to get it out there.

I confuse myself.

"Courtney, sit up streight.." I began my mini-rant. "I don't want you slouching like your father, use more suitable words for a lady, Courtney. What did you say, Courtney?" My voice high pitched and mimicking as hers was. "Do you want me to wash my mouth out with soap, Courtney?"

I rather do think that was the loudest I've been this evening, it was unusal for me. Dear lord, thank you that mum and Darla was not here to whitness that. Or I would have a hole in the earth six foot under, I would..

"Sorry.." I apologise modestly, blush paints my already fair cheeks.

"I know you don't love me like you love her, Dad." I tell him, serious now. "Or else that would be..wrong." I nod, my eye widening in emphasis. Well..it would be!

I smirk some, another accident on my part. "Angel is still a girly name." I state. "Its unnatural..sorry, mean, but it is!"

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Penn was a bloke who put people off. Couldn't argue with her there. Darla on the other hand...

"Ye stay way from that bitch Darla, ya hear me? She never liked yer mother or me."

Scoffing, I stopped her and stepped in front of her. Putting a hand on either cheek, I held her face so it was facing mine.

"Don't be Court...yer me flesh and blood. Yer allowed to make fun of others. We got wit is all."

Pressing my cold lips against her forehead, I let her go and stepped away.

"Right. Very wrong. So don't get no crazy ideas. 'Sides, you'll find yer man soon 'nough. Just make sure ye get my fis-, I mean, stamp of 'proval first, luv."

Smirking, I chuckled and draped my arm across her shoulders again. I pulled her against me in a half-hug and laughed.

"That's me girl. Ye can say anythin' ye want 'bout Angel. We don't like him, remember that. We're better then him."

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Penn was a bloke who put people off. Couldn't argue with her there. Darla on the other hand...

"Ye stay way from that bitch Darla, ya hear me? She never liked yer mother or me."

Scoffing, I stopped her and stepped in front of her. Putting a hand on either cheek, I held her face so it was facing mine.

"Don't be Court...yer me flesh and blood. Yer allowed to make fun of others. We got wit is all."

Pressing my cold lips against her forehead, I let her go and stepped away.

"Right. Very wrong. So don't get no crazy ideas. 'Sides, you'll find yer man soon 'nough. Just make sure ye get my fis-, I mean, stamp of 'proval on him first, luv."

Smirking, I chuckled and draped my arm across her shoulders again. I pulled her against me in a half-hug and laughed.

"That's me girl. Ye can say anythin' ye want 'bout Angel. We don't like him, remember that. We're better then him."

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I stiffle a surprised laugh, shaking my head. "Wit? I never was told I have wit, but I was told that I put my foot in my mouth..by nuns." I shook my head, eyes widening. "Prauge nuns are far worst than ten arravated Darla's." I nodd my head, as if I were wise beyound my years.

I roll my eyes slightly, a put my hand on my hip..bone, or what I have of it, than just bone. "I doubt boy's will come into my life anytime soon, Dad." I reassure him. Then, playfully, a thought came to my mind. "Though..one boy at the diner said I had a beautiful smile.." I trail off..well, he kinda did, but not how I phrased it. Blue eyed boy, gruffy, broody, yet..oh so hot.

I shrug my head to where the wind will stop blowing my long hair into my face, my fault for not putting it up in a pony tail, since I am the half whit 'ere.

Finally, yes, after some dialouge of crabby ancestors, boys, and how incest was wrong, we finnally reached the front doors of the mall. It was..huge..I was baffled. I looked up at it..my mouth litterally fell onto the pavement.

"America sure likes their centers big.."