Title: Angel from Heaven Angel from Hell
Author: meee
Disclaimer: None of it belongs to me
Summary: AU Buffy is an exiled angel whose only chance of returning to Heaven is to help Angel redeem himself. It gets complicated.
Timeline: Present is the year 2027, but most of it takes place in 2007. All of Buffy's story from the show took place 100 years before it did in the show.
Feedback: First fic so pleeeaaase?
Year: 2027 Location: Sunnydale High School Library (redone after 1999 explosion)
"So tell me about yourself. I mean the only thing I know about you is that you were a vampire and then you got a soul so you became a good guy and a Slayer trainer," Sandra said cheerfully, putting her feet on the Giles' new library table.
Angel raised an eyebrow at her feet, but she ignored him and waited for his answer.
"You don't need to know about me, Cassandra. Just focus on your training as a Slayer," Angel tried to avoid the subject.
"Ugh, you're no fun," Sandra said, pouting. "And Sandra, not Cassandra. That's what my parents call me when they're mad," she said, shuddering.
Angel smiled at her expression. Her personality reminded him of Buffy's when Buffy was still with him. She always seemed so young, still like a teenager, even though she was a lot older than she looked, age-wise and experience-wise.
"Really, though. All that stuff is ancient history. Okay, maybe not ancient, but it's in the past. And most of it is not something you would want to hear," Angel said.
"Oh, come on. How bad could it be?" Sandra asked innocently.
Angel grimaced. Sandra had been a Slayer for a while now, but she still had no idea how cruel some things could be. No matter how similar Buffy was to Sandra, there was always that difference. There were no illusions for Buffy. She and Sandra obviously both knew about the things that went bump in the night since they were Slayers, but Buffy had seen more and knew more about cruelty.
"Look, my past was really dark and honestly, I don't think you'd be okay hearing it," Angel said uncomfortably. "And not because of your age," he added seeing her look.
"Okay then. Tell me about your past after your soul. That must be a lot better. I mean look at you today. Alive, er undead and kicking," Sandra said still hoping for a little of Angel's back-story.
"I wasn't always like this. After I got my soul, I was a lot…worse. Insane, suicidal, you name it, I was more," Angel said, staring off into space.
"Well, then, tell me how you became the man you are today," Sandra said. She was happy that he was finally giving in a little.
"I met someone," Angel said with a mysterious smile, looking back at Sandra again.
"Okay, again with the cryptic act. Just drop it a little for your good old trainee sometime, will you?" Sandra sighed, shaking her head.
Before Angel could answer, his daughter walked into the library. Abigail was what you'd call a miracle kid. It was impossible for her to have been born, but her birth had been secured as an owed favor for her mother and Angel. Gail inherited the vampire powers of her father, but she was still more like a human than a vampire, so she was a little like a sister Slayer to Sandra.
"Hey, guys. Didn't Taylor say that you guys were supposed to be training?" asked Gail, also propping her feet up on the table. Angel raised an ignored eyebrow again.
"Hey, Gail! Oh, yeah. Well, we are training…in a way. I've been trying to get Angel to tell me about some of his life, which would definitely educate me in the ways of the wise Slayer, but he's very stubborn," Sandra said. "Wanna help?"
"Nah. I tried once, but Dad got all brood-y for a while, not that he isn't usually, 'cause he is. I made him tell me the stuff he knew about my mom, though. You know, since I never met her."
Angel nearly groaned at how the two teenagers were completely ignoring their training and were wheedling him for information instead.
"Sandra and Gail! If I do not hear your training commence in two minutes, I shall not let you have anymore time to dawdle with your friends in the duration of your school breaks!" called Taylor from his study doorway.
"Okay, okay! We're going," Sandra called back. "Mean, British man…" she muttered.
The two girls hopped out of their seats and grudgingly started to set up a practice mat on the library floor for the three of them to spar on.
Angel smiled at the similarity that also existed between Gail and Buffy. Even though it made him a little happier to be able to talk with people who reminded him of Buffy, like Sandra and especially Gail, it still hurt to know that it would be a long long time before he could actually see her again. If all went as planned, they would both be dead by that time.