OK So I wrote this story awhile back it's one of my first and I wrote it when I was twelve so I decided to rewrite it and make it better and more detailed because I noticed when I read it it sounded like a robot wrote it. After this I'm going to do a series of short story's and one shots with Alec and Ray. I know Rachel and Alec never slept together but for the sake of the story they did.
P.S I will be deleting the old story after this one so don't bother reading it its the same as this one only better, hopefully.
I DO NOT OWN DARK ANGEL OR ITS CHARACTERS
As soon as Alec walked into his apartment he knew he wasn't alone. He shut the door gently, trying not to let the intruder know he was on to him yet and flipped on the light. Light flooded the room, making it a bit brighter than before, but the dull apartment was hard to fix. He scanned the room until his eyes landed on the intruder, making him stop cold. His heart beat began to speed up and his fists clenched by his sides.
Robert Berrisford sat in the beat up old recliner next to his window. His jaw tightened and his eyes hardened, Alec faded and 494 came to surface. Soldier mode in full blast.
"Come back to finish the job", He ground out bitterly to the man with greying hair.
"No.. I need your help", Beresford replied calmly, his eyes fixed on the opposite wall, avoiding eye contact will Alec at all costs.
"My help", Alec scoffed.
"Trust me your a last resort", Beresford chuckled, his dark eyes briefly flicked to Alec's bright green before turning back to the wall.
"What do you want", Alec asked slowly. If he wasn't here to kill him then what did he want, a cup of coffee?
Beresford sobered his eyes turning dark and hooded, a tight smile appeared on his lips. "I'm dying", he said quietly.
Alec said nothing, just stared at the man in front of him. Dying?
"I didn't tell you before for obvious reasons but it seems I really don't have a choice anymore. Its not safe for your kind out th-".
"Cut to the chase", Alec interrupted, wanting to get out of this situation as fast as possible.
Berrisford sighed and stood up, then pulled an envelope out of the pocket of the long coat he'd been wearing. As he got closer Alec noticed how pale the man was, and a thin scar running from the back of his neck to his ear.
"Here's everything you need know and I took the liberty of getting you some basic supplies", He stated bluntly, handing him the envelope.
"Goodbye Simon or Alec", He said pointedly. Then he moved around him, leaving the X5 alone. Alec breathed a sigh of relief before he studying both sides of the blank envelope before opening it carefully, remembering his Manticore training about strange envelopes, some people would mail poison as an easier alternative to a gun.
Dear, 494
Yes I know who and what you are but that's not important. I'm dying, cancer in my brain they say, and considering she's developing many of your kinds traits its not safe for her with any other family. And just to be clear she is yours, her birthday is January, 24 and she turned two years old last week. Her name is Rachel Mary McDowell, I learned your name from a man who calls himself 'Normal' at the Jam pony messenger.
If you truly loved Rachel then you'll take care of her.
Robert Beresford.
Alec bit his lip and crumpled up the note and stuffed it in his pocket. It was then a sound came from his bed room, what sounded like a cry, followed by the sound of a heart beat that was not his own beating a mile a minute.
He went into his room without making a sound, he looked around the room twice before his eyes focused on a small lump coming up from under his covers. He was greeted with the sight of a little girl with wavy blond hair and bright blue eyes, a little bit of him and a little bit of Rachel all wrapped up together. Any air he had left in his lungs was gone.
"Crap", He breathed.
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