Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or Angel, they are property of Joss Whedon et al, and I do not own Skylar, or her backstory, or her powers, or her name, they're the property of gidgetgirl, who invented them for Ivorycat, and gave me permission to use. The different stories are completely unrelated.
A/N: Playing around with a story. It's going to hop about a bit, as I don't want to write about years, and years until Skylar grows up. Set somewhere toward the beginning of season three Buffy to begin with, but because Angel leaves, and I'm focusing on Angel, it'll be in Angel season four-ish.
It was smoky, and dark inside, but his enhanced senses meant that he could see just fine. He walked up to the bar, glancing down the line of customers. A woman clicked shut her purse, and sipped her drink, looking round. Angelus's lips curved in a smile, and he walked over.
"What's your name?" he asked, as they paced along together. She laughed.
"My mom was a free spirit or something," she confided. "My name's Skylar."
She snarled, yellow eyes glowing maliciously, and ran. If his undead heart could skip a beat, his would. The face hidden beneath the vampire visage was achingly familiar. A face that haunted him, amongst the others, Jenny Calendar with them. He'd seen her before, a young woman, a cloud of dark hair tied at the nape of her neck. She'd smelt of roses, before he'd drained her. Ashen white, lips stained with his blood.
He was her sire, and she knew it. His own features thickened, coarsened, teeth elongated. He pursued her, through the dark alleys of Sunnydale, home to the vampires. Smelt her on the air as she thought she had evaded him, and slipped into a deserted house.
He palmed the stake, feeling the wood grain against the tips of his fingers. He'd created her, he'd kill her, though nothing would wipe out the guilt of that time when he'd turned her, pretty young women he'd a fancy for.
Angelus had a fancy for.
He followed her in, stealthily, and paused, heeding the slight noise. There was a crash from further within, and he moved forward, the image of the young woman still fresh in his mind, guilt still fresh in his mind.
He stopped, staring at the scene within. A vampire's nest, filthy and dank, a couple of broken down couches probably stolen from Sunnydale's tip and a lot of drink bottles scattered about. Lying on the floor, however, her now human face scrunched in pain, the vampire he'd turned screamed, her heavily pregnant belly rising above her.
It wasn't possible, he didn't remember turning a pregnant woman, vampires died and all within them died, they didn't bear children. He hadn't seen her fully in the dim light, her face only had been clear, but it was here before him.
He crouched beside her, and helped, pulling a screaming, red infant from the bloodsucking mother, wrapping it in his coat in a desperate attempt to save it. Sadness welled in him, deep, deep regret at what he had done to this child's mother, killed her and killed her child's chance of a normal life.
As he turned back to the mother, her eyes glittered lasciviously, resting on the child. Very slowly, her tongue moistened her lips and caressed the tips of her fangs. Swallowing back bile, Angel slipped the stake from pocket to hand, and staked her.
The dust and blood pooled on the dirty, newspaper-strewn floor, as Angel carefully carried the newborn child, cradled to his chest, from the house, heading toward the hospital.
"Is she yours?" the doctor asked, glancing at the tall, and silent young man waiting. He nodded curtly. The doctor smiled sympathetically, and touched his arm lightly.
"She'll be fine. We'll keep her in the baby care unit for a few days, get her to feed, and then you can take her home. Does she have a name yet?" he asked, reaching for a clipboard.
Angel began to shake his head, but the baby's wails rose above the hushes of the nurses cleaning it up. They were loud, piercing, but sweet to his ears. He'd killed her mother, ruined her life, but she was still alive. He'd never let anything happen to her, again.
"Skylar," he said shortly, then added, "Angel." Nodding, the doctor noted it, as Angel signed the form, and left, the baby's cries loud.
A/N: Next chapter, Skylar as a baby, a couple of things more in Sunnydale, then moving to L.A.