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Prologue
Leaving
"Daddy," the little girl screamed, she didn't understand, how could her precious daddy do this to her, how could he send her away, to this strange place away from her brother. Even little Mark's irrepressible calm was torn; he was shaking from body raking sobs. Angel grabbed onto his son to keep him from trying to get to his sister. "Don't worry about her, Giovanni is a nice guy, he won't let her get hurt," Whistler said.
"Please you have to realize what is going to happen to Angel, and Ashley, it isn't going to be pretty, Angel is going to be Mr. Brood, for the next few years, he won't know his own daughter, she won't know her daddy. I can't wait to see what she does to you when she returns to LA," Cordelia said angrily, now she had to work with the major of brooders. "When?" Whistler asked
"Please, you can't leave her with Giovanni."
"She will be a liability, we can't have her distracting Angel, Gunn, Wesley, or yourself."
Cordelia scowled. Angel had already turned around and was on his way out or the airport, with Mark in his arms.
10 Years Later, Brooklyn:
"Gio, where are you?" Ashley asked, loudly. He didn't answer, now she was scared.
She saw an ugly demon thing coming out of Giovanni's workroom, damn, what the Hell is that doing here?
"Gio!!" she ran into the room, and saw Giovanni lying on the ground, dead, she started screaming.
She never knew when the tears stopped, or the screaming, all she remembered was Gio lying there, and she was going back to LA.
3 Weeks Later, Plane Ride:
"Hello miss, you're going home to LA?" someone asked, she ignored him or her numbly.
When she got off the plane, she knew to look for her father, he would look the same, of course, vampires never changed. She scowled, thinking about her father always did that to her. At least she would be able to see Mark, her brother. Her brother. How does a family behave? How would you greet your father after not seeing him for ten or so years?
She ran her fingers through her short, dark brown hair; all of these worries weren't doing her any good. She pulled out a notebook and prepared to write down another idea for a spell mutation, Gio had always said she was one of the best at mutating spells. As soon as the plane touched down, she looked out her window, but her bottom lip and squared her jaw, prepared to face all ahead with her head held high.
Prologue
Leaving
"Daddy," the little girl screamed, she didn't understand, how could her precious daddy do this to her, how could he send her away, to this strange place away from her brother. Even little Mark's irrepressible calm was torn; he was shaking from body raking sobs. Angel grabbed onto his son to keep him from trying to get to his sister. "Don't worry about her, Giovanni is a nice guy, he won't let her get hurt," Whistler said.
"Please you have to realize what is going to happen to Angel, and Ashley, it isn't going to be pretty, Angel is going to be Mr. Brood, for the next few years, he won't know his own daughter, she won't know her daddy. I can't wait to see what she does to you when she returns to LA," Cordelia said angrily, now she had to work with the major of brooders. "When?" Whistler asked
"Please, you can't leave her with Giovanni."
"She will be a liability, we can't have her distracting Angel, Gunn, Wesley, or yourself."
Cordelia scowled. Angel had already turned around and was on his way out or the airport, with Mark in his arms.
10 Years Later, Brooklyn:
"Gio, where are you?" Ashley asked, loudly. He didn't answer, now she was scared.
She saw an ugly demon thing coming out of Giovanni's workroom, damn, what the Hell is that doing here?
"Gio!!" she ran into the room, and saw Giovanni lying on the ground, dead, she started screaming.
She never knew when the tears stopped, or the screaming, all she remembered was Gio lying there, and she was going back to LA.
3 Weeks Later, Plane Ride:
"Hello miss, you're going home to LA?" someone asked, she ignored him or her numbly.
When she got off the plane, she knew to look for her father, he would look the same, of course, vampires never changed. She scowled, thinking about her father always did that to her. At least she would be able to see Mark, her brother. Her brother. How does a family behave? How would you greet your father after not seeing him for ten or so years?
She ran her fingers through her short, dark brown hair; all of these worries weren't doing her any good. She pulled out a notebook and prepared to write down another idea for a spell mutation, Gio had always said she was one of the best at mutating spells. As soon as the plane touched down, she looked out her window, but her bottom lip and squared her jaw, prepared to face all ahead with her head held high.