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Author's Notes: The future of BTVS and Angel.
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She stood in front of me, looking so innocent. Her hair a dark, almost black, brown, highlighted by the sun that was about shoulder length pulled back into a single braid. Her shoulders, extremly narrow, but looking as if she held the weight of the world and all it's troubles on them. She was dressed in dark flared jeans and a black top that read "Destiny is yours." in white cursive gothic lettering. She wore a silver cross on a silver choker. Her small wrists were encircled with golden beaded braclets that seemed to fit her cherubic demeanor. Over her shoulder, she carried a black backpack that was much too heavy for her small frame. She was very petite, even at only 12 years old as I supposed.But her eyes were her most remarkable trait. They were a deep green, even emerald color. She had long black eyelashes that she looked out under shyly. I recoginized the gesture from sometime long ago, but figured it out of my mind. But somehow she stirred memories deep inside me.
I figured she was just a client, and that her resemblance of the woman I has never forgotten was a cruel fallacy, formy beloved had passed on to a better life only days before.
I interupted the silence by saying "Can I help you?" very politely as not to frigten her more.
"Y-yes." she stuttered. " My mother, my mother told me, when it was time to come here. To this place." she finished looking around probably wondering where she was and why her mother had told he to come here. Surely another cruel conicidence I told myself. But one can not lie to his very soul. I knew deep down that I could not reson my way out of it.
"I see." I said with the same tone of nervousness. "Where is she, your mother?"
"Sunday..." She stammered, her voice and body trembling with fear and loss. She had no idea who I was, and her mother was gone, I figured. "On, on Sunday, she was killed, by a creature." If Buffy was her mother as I thought, she had sheilded her child from the harsh reality of her surroundings and her mother's sacred duty thouroughly.
"Your father, where is he?" I asked, hoping to hear the anser I craved.
"I have no father." She said with no preamble. "I never have." She was clearly indignant with jealousy for the other children who had loving, caring fathers. *Who are human* I though silently to myself. I sighed at her anser, wishing that Buffy had mustered the strength to find another man. A man to take her into the sun...A man to give her children, which she obviouly had no problem finding. This could not be my child, but it was most definitly Buffy's. Never-the-less, I loved her with all my heart and soul, no matter who's it was. Even if it was Parker's. *But she does look remarkably like yourself, Angel* my conscience told me.
"How did you know to come here? What did she tell you?" I asked, trying, but failing, to avoid the topic of her late mother.
"She had a letter, from a man she called Angel. She told me that he was my father, but that he was gone." She told me, barely holding back a sob. She ran into my arms and nestled herself in them, her form so slight and small im comparison to mine. She regained control and looked up to my face and continued.
"She told me that when she passed, I was to open it. And to go there. I came. I came to you." she told me in the most naive and innocent voice I had ever heard. My heart broke to see her cry. Suddenly, she jerked herself from my embrace." I'm so sorry to bother you. I shouldn't have come. I'll go." I held her back.
"Was your mother's name Buffy?" I asked in a desperate attempt to bring her back. She stopped dead in her tracks.
"Yes. It was." She said, shocked, as she turned to face me once again. She had no words, so I spoke for her.
"I'm Angel. Your father." I said, my voice trembling.
She ran towards me again and pulledherself into my enbrace once more. Then she spoke.
"Stay with me?" she asked.
"Forever. Isn't that the whole point?"
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