I own no Angel and or Buffy the Vampire slayer characters or parts of this short story, I only own Angelina, her mother, and sadly George
L.A. Here I Come
"Angel?" Angelina rolled her eyes but smiled sweetly as her mom came into her bedroom. "Yes mother?" She replied in her sweetest tone from her walk-in closet as she put on her diamond earrings with the pink and silver dress her mother had picked out for her to wear to the gala. "I wanted to inform you to act your best at the gala, it is very important to your father's career. No sneaking off and I expect you to be on your most exceptional behavior, no gallivanting off somewhere during the gala again." I just nodded but silently glared in her direction until she appeared. "Mother, I will not run off this time but if George would simply leave me out of his business conversations I wouldn't have a reason to leave." She sighed "Well, in public you will call him Father. Not George." Angelina had finally had enough "He is not my father! He is more than twice your age!" She exclaimed, her jewelry long forgotten. "Angelina Hart-"She didn't let her mother continue "NO! My name is Angelina Liam O'Connor and you can't change that! Tell me who my real father is! Let me go to him! Let him raise me!"
"Fine, go to him! He won't help you! He doesn't know you exist! His name is Liam O'Connor, he goes by Angel! He owns Angel Investigations in L.A. and is a vampire!" Her mother yelled at her then stormed out of the room with her designer heels clacking against the hardwood. Angelina grabbed a purse and stuffed her necessities into it with some of her savings – about 5,000 dollars in cash- the after changing into a pair of dark jeans, black boots, and a blood red silk top she grabbed a leather jacket, she left. She walked away from the only thing she had ever known, her spoiled mother, and her rich lifestyle, down to the train station. She bought a one way ticket to L.A. and boarded, sitting, looking out the window she sighed and watched the city fade and grow more distant. By morning she would be in L.A. and nothing would ever be the same. Goodbye San Francisco, L.A. here I come. . .