Fallen Angels
Disclaimer: I do not own any Buffy the Vampire Slayer. They belong to Joss
Whedon and 20th Century Fox television and Mutant Enemy. I own Kat,
Thomas, and Caleb.
Manchester, England Kat was watching Willow meditate in Kat's family cemetery under a tree, Willow's red locks ignited by the sun. Kat hated going to this place but Rupert needed Willow so here she was. Kat went over to Willow but something stopped her: three roses. One red, two white lying on a headstone at the far corner of the stone-enclosed cemetery. The headstone was all familiar. It was the first sight she saw when she dug herself out of her grave. "Earth to Kat." A pale hand waved across her eyes. She looked and saw Willow looking at her in concern. "Oh sorry Willow. I must have zoned out a bit." She looked at the grave marker baring her name. Willow followed her gaze. "Hey that's your name, right?" Kat could only nod. "If that's your name, that means your dead right?" Kat nodded again. Willow could only come up with one reason why she was standing here today. "Um...you're a vampire?" "Yes I am, but a good one." She gave an assuring smile to Willow then looked back at the grave, slowly read it in her mind.
Katerina Clarissa McGarriety Chapelle
Beloved Wife, Devoted Friend
May she never fight evil again
September 1, 1855 – April 20, 1875 Below the words held more to her life than her own death.
Thomas Harold Chapelle
Caleb Richard Chapelle
They never got to experience life
April 20, 1875 "I was a Slayer when I was alive." She drew in an unnecessary breath. "My father was my watcher until he passed away when I was ten. I was assigned a new watcher, William. You know into every generation a Slayer is born, she alone will fight against the vampires, the demons and forces of darkness. A Watcher trains her, guides her, and researches all he or she has to know about the evil the Slayer must fight. We trained for months, and at fifteen I became the Slayer."
Manchester, England 1870
The breeze blew strawberry-blonde tendrils across her face. She heard wood smack against wood as she fought her opponent.
"Lift you arm up more." Her foe said. She ran onto the rocks that are near the shore of the lake, her foe right at her heals. Smack, Smack, Crack, trip, Kerplunk She stood on one of the rocks laughing as her "foe" William stayed in the water, broken halves of the quarterstaff floating away. "Just goes to show Billy, I will always beat you." She realized something was wrong. William was making no effort in getting up. She can see that head was the only body part out of the water. His face was contorted into pain and the water around him was turning from clear to red. "Billy!" She jumped into the water, her skirts up around her and treaded towards her Watcher. She carefully helped him up. He hissed as her tried to put his weight on his left foot. He leaned on her she brought him to the bank of the lake. She rolled up his pant leg and found a deep gash in his calf right to the bone. "Kitty, it hurts too much. The blood is coming out to fast." She can see him getting paler and paler as he was losing blood. "Don't worry Billy; the pain will be less soon." She placed her hands on the gash. Soon a warm energy went into his injury. The power in her went to her eyes turning them into black pools, and her body began to shake as she took the pain into her. She began to feel light headed and when the wound became nothing more than a treatable cut, she fainted. She felt William presence near her and felt his hands on her cheeks. "Kitty, darling wake up please." She felt him lightly patted her cheeks. "Please luv." Kat's eyes slowly fluttered open as he spoke those words. She reached out and placed her hand on his cheek. "Did you say luv?" He smiled. "Yes I did." They slowly embraced. "I don't want to lose you Billy. I lost my father; I don't want to lose you too." "Me neither. Oh sweetheart you stuck with me." He leaned down and touched his lips to hers in their first kiss.
Manchester, England Kat was watching Willow meditate in Kat's family cemetery under a tree, Willow's red locks ignited by the sun. Kat hated going to this place but Rupert needed Willow so here she was. Kat went over to Willow but something stopped her: three roses. One red, two white lying on a headstone at the far corner of the stone-enclosed cemetery. The headstone was all familiar. It was the first sight she saw when she dug herself out of her grave. "Earth to Kat." A pale hand waved across her eyes. She looked and saw Willow looking at her in concern. "Oh sorry Willow. I must have zoned out a bit." She looked at the grave marker baring her name. Willow followed her gaze. "Hey that's your name, right?" Kat could only nod. "If that's your name, that means your dead right?" Kat nodded again. Willow could only come up with one reason why she was standing here today. "Um...you're a vampire?" "Yes I am, but a good one." She gave an assuring smile to Willow then looked back at the grave, slowly read it in her mind.
Katerina Clarissa McGarriety Chapelle
Beloved Wife, Devoted Friend
May she never fight evil again
September 1, 1855 – April 20, 1875 Below the words held more to her life than her own death.
Thomas Harold Chapelle
Caleb Richard Chapelle
They never got to experience life
April 20, 1875 "I was a Slayer when I was alive." She drew in an unnecessary breath. "My father was my watcher until he passed away when I was ten. I was assigned a new watcher, William. You know into every generation a Slayer is born, she alone will fight against the vampires, the demons and forces of darkness. A Watcher trains her, guides her, and researches all he or she has to know about the evil the Slayer must fight. We trained for months, and at fifteen I became the Slayer."
Manchester, England 1870
The breeze blew strawberry-blonde tendrils across her face. She heard wood smack against wood as she fought her opponent.
"Lift you arm up more." Her foe said. She ran onto the rocks that are near the shore of the lake, her foe right at her heals. Smack, Smack, Crack, trip, Kerplunk She stood on one of the rocks laughing as her "foe" William stayed in the water, broken halves of the quarterstaff floating away. "Just goes to show Billy, I will always beat you." She realized something was wrong. William was making no effort in getting up. She can see that head was the only body part out of the water. His face was contorted into pain and the water around him was turning from clear to red. "Billy!" She jumped into the water, her skirts up around her and treaded towards her Watcher. She carefully helped him up. He hissed as her tried to put his weight on his left foot. He leaned on her she brought him to the bank of the lake. She rolled up his pant leg and found a deep gash in his calf right to the bone. "Kitty, it hurts too much. The blood is coming out to fast." She can see him getting paler and paler as he was losing blood. "Don't worry Billy; the pain will be less soon." She placed her hands on the gash. Soon a warm energy went into his injury. The power in her went to her eyes turning them into black pools, and her body began to shake as she took the pain into her. She began to feel light headed and when the wound became nothing more than a treatable cut, she fainted. She felt William presence near her and felt his hands on her cheeks. "Kitty, darling wake up please." She felt him lightly patted her cheeks. "Please luv." Kat's eyes slowly fluttered open as he spoke those words. She reached out and placed her hand on his cheek. "Did you say luv?" He smiled. "Yes I did." They slowly embraced. "I don't want to lose you Billy. I lost my father; I don't want to lose you too." "Me neither. Oh sweetheart you stuck with me." He leaned down and touched his lips to hers in their first kiss.