Disclaimer: We do not own Buffy or Angel. We are just barrowing them for an
interesting laugh. Also any defined original character belongs to my
partner in crime, the Demonic Empress.
AN: This insanity is co-written with my friend the Demonic Empress. You can review to her at DerKaltmatCher@highstream.net We also have no real defined idea were this piece is going so read at your own risk.
I swear They're Not MINE! By Daggerpoint and the Demonic Empress
"Uh, Angel. Why are we here again?" Asked a baffled Fred. "I mean exactly what are we looking for this time?"
The group looked around the exhibit of 18th century Irish home life. They finished looking at eh kitchen exhibit and walked into the bedroom section. Angel sighed. The exhibit brought up memories best left forgotten.
A tour guide interrupted his train of though, "And here we have a set up of traditional merchant class Irish chamber furnishings."
Cordy pressed forward to gain a better view of the clothing that was displayed. Her gaze rested on a pair of bloomers with a familiar name embroidered in the back.
"Hey Angel," she asked, as the rest of the group moved on, "are those your bloomers?"
Angel looked up confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Those bloomers. They have 'Liam' written in the back."
"Oh. Yeah they do," realized Fred, as an old man entered the room. Had he been human Angel would have blushed.
"Um no. They couldn't have belonged to my family."
"Well actually" came a voice from behind. "We have very little knowledge of the family these pieces came from."
"What do you know?" asked Conner, who came out of nowhere.
Angel turned and looked at his son in horror.
"We only know that all but the oldest son was slaughtered by unknown persons, and it is suspected that the oldest son died of alcohol poisoning."
Angel turned and looked around the exhibit. Suddenly he realized why everything looked so familiar. These were his family's belongings, the same family he had slaughtered when he was first turned. Looking carefully, Angel could almost see his sister, Katie, holding the doll sitting on the bed. He remembered that she had been holding it when she had let him in that fateful night.
CRASH!
"Excuse me," said the man. "I must go and investigate that." Angry shouts could be heard moments later.
"Who is this?" asked Conner pointing to a picture of a young girl. "She's muy calliente!" (AN: translates to: really hot)
Angel blanched. "That would be your Aunt Katie."
The group looked at Angel in confusion and Conner fought back a gag reflex.
"His AUNT?!" Cordy blurted.
Angel nodded. "I believe these are my family's things.
"Hey Dad, nice bloomers," said Conner, clapping Angel on the back.
"What about underwear?" asked Buffy, walking in with the Scooby gang, minus Anya and Tara, behind her.
"Oh. It turns out this is Angel's stuff and his underwear are in the middle of the entire display," explained Cordy.
"Nice going Dead boy," said Xander, as Buffy pushed her way forward for a better view. "Do you still wear those?"
"Of course not" Buffy answered for Angel. "He goes commando!"
Angel groaned. "There goes the rest of my eternity."
The rest of the thought was interrupted by a small figure landing ion the case holding the afore mentioned bloomers.
AN2: So thanks for reading. Let us know what you think. And we promise it gets better.
AN: This insanity is co-written with my friend the Demonic Empress. You can review to her at DerKaltmatCher@highstream.net We also have no real defined idea were this piece is going so read at your own risk.
I swear They're Not MINE! By Daggerpoint and the Demonic Empress
"Uh, Angel. Why are we here again?" Asked a baffled Fred. "I mean exactly what are we looking for this time?"
The group looked around the exhibit of 18th century Irish home life. They finished looking at eh kitchen exhibit and walked into the bedroom section. Angel sighed. The exhibit brought up memories best left forgotten.
A tour guide interrupted his train of though, "And here we have a set up of traditional merchant class Irish chamber furnishings."
Cordy pressed forward to gain a better view of the clothing that was displayed. Her gaze rested on a pair of bloomers with a familiar name embroidered in the back.
"Hey Angel," she asked, as the rest of the group moved on, "are those your bloomers?"
Angel looked up confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Those bloomers. They have 'Liam' written in the back."
"Oh. Yeah they do," realized Fred, as an old man entered the room. Had he been human Angel would have blushed.
"Um no. They couldn't have belonged to my family."
"Well actually" came a voice from behind. "We have very little knowledge of the family these pieces came from."
"What do you know?" asked Conner, who came out of nowhere.
Angel turned and looked at his son in horror.
"We only know that all but the oldest son was slaughtered by unknown persons, and it is suspected that the oldest son died of alcohol poisoning."
Angel turned and looked around the exhibit. Suddenly he realized why everything looked so familiar. These were his family's belongings, the same family he had slaughtered when he was first turned. Looking carefully, Angel could almost see his sister, Katie, holding the doll sitting on the bed. He remembered that she had been holding it when she had let him in that fateful night.
CRASH!
"Excuse me," said the man. "I must go and investigate that." Angry shouts could be heard moments later.
"Who is this?" asked Conner pointing to a picture of a young girl. "She's muy calliente!" (AN: translates to: really hot)
Angel blanched. "That would be your Aunt Katie."
The group looked at Angel in confusion and Conner fought back a gag reflex.
"His AUNT?!" Cordy blurted.
Angel nodded. "I believe these are my family's things.
"Hey Dad, nice bloomers," said Conner, clapping Angel on the back.
"What about underwear?" asked Buffy, walking in with the Scooby gang, minus Anya and Tara, behind her.
"Oh. It turns out this is Angel's stuff and his underwear are in the middle of the entire display," explained Cordy.
"Nice going Dead boy," said Xander, as Buffy pushed her way forward for a better view. "Do you still wear those?"
"Of course not" Buffy answered for Angel. "He goes commando!"
Angel groaned. "There goes the rest of my eternity."
The rest of the thought was interrupted by a small figure landing ion the case holding the afore mentioned bloomers.
AN2: So thanks for reading. Let us know what you think. And we promise it gets better.