Childe of Mine
Disclaimer: Yah' know the shpeel. I don' own anyone but Malt/Matilda. This serves for the entire story. I refuse to type it again.
AE: Angel, at least in my story, sticks around with Dru' and Spike for one year after he gets his soul. This is how Malt/Matilda happens. (IE: Soul and demon in same body Blah, Blah...)
Prolouge:
(About 20 years after Spike was sired. Holland.)
Angelus stumbled out of a pub, his arm around Drusilla's shoulders, "Wel' com' ON Willie! Ain't yah' gonna sh'top sh'wirrlin' 'round like tha'?!" He slurred, waving his arms like a lunitic.
William sighed and walked on, trying to ignore his drunken sire. That is until, Angelus spotted a girl, no more then 15, wandering the streets.
She was about 5'1", with rear length, wavey brown hair. When she looked at him, he relized that she was blind in her right eye. The rag of a dress she was wearing gave off a cloud of dust as she turned and began to stutter in Dutch.
Angelus stomped over and grabbed her tangled hair, yanking her head to the side. He put on his game face and plunged his fangs into the girl's throat.
The child gave a loud cry and sobbed something in Dutch.
Dru' took William's hand, "What is the puppy saying, luv'?" She pressed her chin into her blood brother's chest.
"She's saying, 'No! Please! Mercy, sir! My baby sister needs me!'." William translates. " Why?"
Drusilla replied with a sigh, "The stars are calling to me, they want her to be the baby."
Angelus dropped the girl and stumbled about four feet before passing out.
William looked at the girl and then to Drusilla...,"We don't want the stars to be wrong." He whispered and made a cut on his throat.
Ch1: (A year later)
William smiled at Malt, who had just started to speak English, (If not abit off)
Malt was reciteing a poem,
"H-How d-doth the l-little crocidall i-improve his shining t-tail,
He pours t-the water of the Nile o-on every g-golden s-scale,
A-and...S-Something...H-How neaty spreads his claws,
And welcomes little Fishies in, with gentely smileing jaws!."
She smiled at William who praised her. But the nightmare locked away, deep inside, had other plans for its use of words...