Dracula's Daughter

Chapter 21: Gaining Knowledge Part1

Magic Box
July 11, 10:30pm Local
Sunnydale, CA
Venka’s POV

I walk into the Magic Box behind Buffy fighting hard not to laugh at the look of disgust plastered across the girl’s face at what I had just done to a Chaos Demon who thought the two of us would be easy prey. Really all I did was beat the creature to a pulp before draining it dry, and now I’m getting disgusted looks from her, didn’t she hear the part where I told the Watcher that I’m a “vampyr”?

I stop a bit past the entrance to the shop taking in the placement of the items, people and exits, and end up having to hold in my laughter after catching sight of my brother. D is sulking in the shadows of the loft like overhang that is the second level of the shop, ok I know he isn’t a people person but does her have to sulk around like an over grown gargoyle?

As I finish walking fully in to the shop I stop behind the blonde witch, Tara is her name I believe, sitting at a large round table piled high with old tomes and empty pizza boxes. I take note, as I stop, that Buffy’s other friends are there as well along with the fact that she seems to have disappeared in to the bowls of the shop, before I look down to see what the group is researching. I have to hold back a snort when I see that the children are looking for information on Dracula, while it’s good idea they get more accurate info out me and D then the books that they have. I nearly do snort when I catch sight of the Harris boy reading Bram Stoker’s Dracula, that man was drunk off his ass when he wrote that and got all the facts so screwed up it isn’t funny.

I start to head over to D when I note that none of the kids even realize I’m there, which prompts a semi-wicked idea. I let a small evil smile to cross my lips as I silently stalk behind the only boy in the group, I can’t help my slight smirk as I lean over him to comment in to his ear softly, “Buy, that book won’t help any, Bram was pisses when he wrote it and got his facts all wrong.”

I chuckle as the three children jump as least two feet out of their chairs, but I can’t help but laugh when the young man lands not in his chair but on his ass with a slight yelp. My laugh turns in to a snicker when I hear Anya comment to softly for anyone but me or Buffy to hear, “Hello Venka, please don’t scare Xander to much, he doesn’t give good orgasms when he is scared.”

I just shake my head at this as I back away from the young man who is giving me a pretty good glare for the slight smirk that is still flittering across my lips, my smirk turns to a sigh when I hear someone clearing their throat behind me. I turn around with an arched eyebrow to come face to face with a disapproving Watcher. I can’t help but roll my eyes at the mans look of annoyance, though a slight smile graces my lips when I catch sight of Buffy doing the same thing behind him, guess she agrees that what I did was funny, I know D does because I can see him from the corner of my eyes trying not to laugh.

I let a small smirk cross my lips again, causing D to roll his eyes at me, as I question the watcher, “Problem puppy?”, I have to hold back a laugh when the man stutters “puppy?” back at me before removing his glasses to clean them all the while muttering “puppy indeed” to himself.

I just roll my eyes at this and grab the nearest empty chair, dropping bonelessly into to it, a trick I learned from Adam, to watch the Watcher mutter. I catch the smile that crosses D’s face for a nanosecond as she steps out of the shadows behind Buffy, commenting as he does so, “Well Watcher you do have to admit that compared to my sister and my self that you are a wet behind the ears pup.”

This causes both Buffy and the Watcher to jump as Xander comments, “Dude, when did you show up?!”, which brings a crooked smile to my lips, the children never even knew he was there! My smile turns in to a snort when D answers.

“Well over an hour boy.” This earns him a glare from the boy.

“Really, you’d think after well over five hundred years you tow could act like adults” this comment from the Watcher makes me snort at turn my attention back to him in time to see him replace his glasses and give me and D reproving looks, I also catch sigh of Buffy rolling her eyes behind the man’s back.

“Do take into account Watcher that I stopped aging at eighteen, so why in the world should I act older? Not to mention, “While it’s mean to annoy old guys, it sure is funny.”, to quote a friend of mine.” I smirk at the annoyed look on the Watchers face and at the memory of who Richie was talking about, I tend to agree with him, it’s fun to annoy people.

I watch the man cluck his tongue as D grabs an empty seat by Xander and Buffy grads the only other empty seat, which is between be and the redheaded witch. Seeing the look on the Watcher’s face, as if he has something he is dieing to know but is afraid to ask, I decide to find out what has his knickers in a twist.

“Got a question Watcher?” My smile is a tad bit crooked when he jumps at the abruptness of the question, but he does answer.

“Well yes I do, Buffy told me that you took out a Chaos Demon tonight, while I’m not surprised by this seeing as the few texts on you tend to be about the creatures you’ve slain, it’s the manner in which you slayed the demon that has me worried.”

At this point the children are giving me both fascinated and fearful looks, all but Buffy whose look is more along the line of “why did you do that” then anything else. D is also looking at me silently asking, “what did you do now”, which isn’t that odd, I get that look from him often.

I roll my eyes at D and flash him my fangs answering the silent question, which goes unnoticed by the group at large, before I question the watcher in turn, “What about my kill has your knickers in a twist Watcher?”

I notice as I ask this that Buffy gives me a questioning look when I call the man Watcher instead of by his name. Hm, I’ll tell her why later, if she is anything like Bella she won’t let it drop. I turn my eyes back to the Watcher when he answers me.

“What has me so bothered Miss, is the fact that you drained the demon of its blood.”

I role my eyes at this. “So? I am a vampyr Watcher, we drink blood be it mortal, demonic, Immortal or animal. We must or we sicken and die. It’s as simple as that.”

Buffy answers before the man can even open his mouth, “Well I’m not too worried about the blood my thing is that it was a Chaos demon! I mean really, it was covered in slim! Yuck!”

I chuckle at this saying, “Well petite tueur I’ve bitten far worse then a Chaos Demon. And to tell the truth the only reason I drained the thing was to see how you reacted.”

This gets me a slap on the arm from Buffy, chuckles from her friends and a small smile from D. I hear a sigh from the Watcher to I turn back to him and wait fro his comment. It doesn’t take to long.

“Since you made the comment of not being demonic I just figured you wouldn’t need blood.”

I laugh at this, “If we didn’t need blood we wouldn’t be called vampyrs now would we?” I ask this I catch my breath, really what is that man thinking? I drop my smile at this thought and turn to the Watcher with a serious expression.

“I may not be one of the soulless demonic walking dead that populate this town but I am a blood drinker much like them, its part of who and what I am. It is something that can never be changed, much to the ire of my brother and a few forced in to the Clan. You Watcher need to realize a few home truths about Vampyrs as a breed. For one, the reason there is so little known about us is simple; full knowledge of the breed is only given to those marked to join the Clan in one form or the other.”

I raise my hand stopping the Watcher, from questioning my words, before he can more then open his mouth.

“I will tell you nothing more for two reasons; one I do not trust you one wit and two is simply because I do not plan on Siring you. So ask nothing more.”

I see a slightly relieved yet annoyed look cross the Watcher’s face.

“I may one day tell you what you seek to know, but only when I come to trust you will that happen. ‘Till then, I’ll tell you only what you need to know as it crops up. As to dealing with Tepes, to truly fight him you would need to know him inside and out. And to know him that well you would either have to have grown up around him or either I or D would have to tell you all we know of our breed, something that I have already stated that neither of us will do. But then again it won’t be Buffy or any of you children fighting Tepes, it will be either me or my brother.”

I raise my hand yet again, this time to forestall Buffy’s outburst at my decision.

“Know this Buffy, you are neither powerful enough, nor do you know Tepes well enough to fight him. Sending you to fight Vladimir Tepes would be sending you to your death or Siring depends on how you look at it. ”

“But I took out the Master and he was older then Dracula wasn’t he Giles?”

The Watcher nods at this and I force down a laugh, D answers the two before I can get control of my voice.

“The Master may have been old but unlike Vladimir he was far from the first of his breed, which Vladimir is, this makes him FAR more powerful then the Master could have ever dream of becoming.”

At this is chime in with my two cents.

“A young HALF breed of our kind could have taken out the Master with out breaking a sweat. As a breed, though younger, Vampyrs are truly far more powerful, to put it simply; a new risen minion of my breed would rank, in power, as a young Childe to the demonic breed.”

As I finish this little speech, I look around the room gauging the children’s reactions. I stifle a snort at the looks of shock from Buffy’s friends, the Watcher cleaning his glasses at a furies pace, Anya’s smirk at the children’s actions, D trying not to laugh and Buffy’s considering look. The reactions aren’t to bad but they could be better, oh well I’ll live with them.

I stand up with a slight sigh and shake of my head at D’s snickering, normally the man never shows any emotion, and now he cannot seem to control himself, must be the Hellmouth. I stretch my arms over my head as I turn slightly to the left having caught the sound of a outer door opening and the sound of foots steps off to that side. As I finish the turn I catch sight of a side door opening in to what I guess is a training room from the brief glimpse I get of the training implements, before my eyes land on a familiar form.

My eyes trail over a middling height male with bleach blond hair, slicked back, and a leather duster covered frame. A slight smirk curls my lips as I take in his form, ahh its dear William.

AN2: Wonder how many people catch who Vlad is Or who just entered? Next chapter in the works, lets see how Venka deals with the bleached wonder shall we? The next chapter should be a bit more in the R rating... Spikey gets a "bit" ruffed up.... :-)