Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. except Anastasia who is based on me and the plot all of which has been copyrighted under my name. The Charaters like SAngel, Wesley, Cordelia and Buffy belong to Joss, David and all those rich folks at WB, Fox, and Mutant (Grr, Arr) Enemy Inc.
This is a Cordelia/Angel, Cordelia/Xander, Buffy/Angel, Riley/Buffy, all with major angst and tears (Both on my part and the Characters) fan fiction.
There are major spoilers in this: Angel-All of the season One Episodes; Buffy the Vampire Slayer-All episodes up until the end of series Four!!!!
I would love loads of feedback to this as it is my first ever Fan Fiction that took a while to publish and is in chapters and if YOU like it I'll write some more!!! Feedback to- nuttyginger@angelfire.com
I would like to dedicate this to my mum because she is ill right now and reading this has made her laugh if not made her think I am mad! Last and least to my dad-you'll never know what you've been missing.
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Lost Years - Chapter 1
Set about 5 and a half years after "City Of"
She strode up the wooden corridor that lead to a door. A door which she hoped to find what she had searched for. For Twelve long years she had searched, for city to city, she had used her contacts but to no avail. That was until she heard the Slayers story. The story had cause fright and alarm among her kind. Two Slayers had existed on earth yet one chose evil. Her watcher had lost control of her and she ended up in a coma, a vegetable but only Anastasia could kill her. It was the something The Oracles had told her, infact it was the only specific thing they had told her. She had asked them many times to help her in her search but they only shattered her hopes with their riddles. It wasn't the Slayer she was interested in, it was the Watcher she wanted or the "Rogue Demon Hunter" as he was now he had been sacked by the Council. She had gone to the Hellmouth named Sunnydale and met the only walking Slayer. The Slayer had told her that the watcher had left and she only discovered him on a fleeting
visit to Los Angeles.
She opened the door with her confidence in her heart. On entering the door, which had "Angel Investigations" eched in it, she came across a peculiar scene. A brunette was sniping at a handsome man which sat with a amused smile on his face. She cautionary sniffed the air. The brunette turned.
"Hiya can we help you?"
"Is this Angel Investigations? You help the helpful or something like that?" She asked in an even tone.
The brunette smelled human enough but something was different about her. Him, he wasn't human.
"Helpless! We help the helpless. How can we help you?"
"The Slayer said that I might find Wesley Wynham-Price here. He isn't human." She noticed the mans smile fade as she brought up the fact he wasn't human and he became restless at the mention of the Slayer.
"Yeah Wesley works here. How do you know Little-Miss-Likes-To-Fight? Boy she gets around." the brunette asked.
"Cordelia!" the man growled "Play nice!"
"Hey I thought we were allowed to mention the B-word around here. I was only curious. So why do you want to see Wesley? I didn't know he had any friends."
Before she had a chance to answer the door, through which she had just entered, swung open.
"Hello everyone I got the coffee," Wesley came to the slow realisation that everyone was staring at him and in front of him stood a girl with her back to him. "Oh so sorry, didn't mean to interrupt. Please carry on." Just as he began to turn Angel shouted after him.
"This young lady is here to see you Wesley."
A sign of shock betrayed his face. No body knew he was here except for Angel, Cordelia and Buffy. "Oh hello there I am Wesley Wynham-Price. Nice to make you aquittance. How many I help you?"
"Hello my name is Anastasia Grey, some people call me sarcastic. OK I'm not good at this whole humour thing. I better get to the point. I am your daughter, you are my father." She heard the coffee and bagels fall to the floor.
Wesley stood, his jaw dropped, babbling unable to string a sentence together. It was Angel who spoke up first.
"I have a question, How did you know I wasn't Human?"
"Let me explain," she began "I am an Anmory demon." She sensed the room silence and the bodies around he stiffened. " My kind are one of the oldest living demon races on the planet. We used to hunt down humans and aid the growing demon populations." She noticed Cordelia slide across the room behind Angel, fear clear in her eyes. "Relax, I'm not like that. You see Wesley was called to the Watchers council the day that my mother found out she was carrying me. My mother was to an Anmory demon but she saw the destruction that our kind had committed over the centuries and tried to help humans. Before having me she took me back to her home county in Galloway, Ireland." Angels ears pricked at the sound of the familiar place, "She was killed when I was Four. A couple who were neighbours took me in. They moved me to London in a hope I would forget my past but I didn't. They knew what I was and set about, what they thought was an impossible task of trying to break my killer instinct. It wasn't as hard as they thought, something to do with the Watchers blood in me I guess. Now I help humans defend themselves from demons. When I was Four I had the power to understand things like why I had no father and from then on in I searched for you. When I was Fourteen I left Britain in an effort to extend my search for
you. I also had a modelling contract which enabled me to travel from city to city looking for news about you. When I was in New York I met a guy who worked for a law firm, his name was Alexander Harris but preferred Xander for some reason but..."
Angel turned to look at Cordelia, no matter how much they meant to each other and how much they claimed to love each other he knew how much Xander had meant to her, how much he hated him. A bit like Buffy to him. He took
Cordelias hand and squeezed it in support.
"Anyway he told me the story of Faith and the Chosen One. When he mentioned their Watcher I went to Sunnydale, that place is not as bad as legend said it is, and the Chosen One told me to come here. This place is worse. I killed three demons just getting here. Their tough to fight here. I needed to find you Wesley. You need to find out about my mother and I need to find my identity in you. My mother was called Christina Grey." She studied his face for a reaction.
Wesley felt his knees go weak as the memories flashed by his eyes. Christina was the only woman he had ever loved. He had fought with his destiny the day he was called. He loved her so deeply but in the end he had to give in and let fate take over. Tears began to fill his eyes as her face echoed around his head. He unwilling sunk into a nearby chair. This was too much. He finally got his mouth to communicate with his scrambled brain and muttered the words .
"I need time to think, need to get my head together. I'll be back in an hour or so." With that he picked up his suit jacket and headed back out the door.
Anastasia sat in the chair her father had just left sobbing uncontrollably. This wasn't like her. She was a demon killer, she was a model, she had self control. She had just lost her father again.
"So what are you? Your not human." Anastasia asked turning to Angel. Cordelia stood in front of him "This brooding, soul creature of the night is a vampire. Not your run-of-the-mill vampire either. He's got a soul, and it's permanent." She smiled almost proud. "Oh yeah and he's mine."
"And you?" Anastasia questioned once a gain this time to Cordelia
"Me! Oh I'm 100% Human. I have blood, a heartbeat, a pulse. You named it I got it. Why? I thought you could sense these things."
"I smelt the air when I first got here. You smell human enough but there is something different, not just that your in love with a vampire, but something demonic..."
"Oh I get it." Cordelia shouted exited. "I'm his seer. This guy, well one of my best friends, gave me these damn mind-crumbling visions where I see people in trouble and lots of icky demons. Doyle, my friend, gave me them before he died...trying to save mine and Angels lives Four years ago. The PTB, The Powers That Be, have a lot to answer for."
"Wait a minute, you can talk to The Powers That Be? How, I mean nobody but the Slayers get to talk to them. I just get these stupid Oracle people who give me stupid riddles. That why it took me so long to find my father." She crumbled once again into the chair.
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Well tell me whatyou think and i'll get to work on the other pieces. :oP
This is a Cordelia/Angel, Cordelia/Xander, Buffy/Angel, Riley/Buffy, all with major angst and tears (Both on my part and the Characters) fan fiction.
There are major spoilers in this: Angel-All of the season One Episodes; Buffy the Vampire Slayer-All episodes up until the end of series Four!!!!
I would love loads of feedback to this as it is my first ever Fan Fiction that took a while to publish and is in chapters and if YOU like it I'll write some more!!! Feedback to- nuttyginger@angelfire.com
I would like to dedicate this to my mum because she is ill right now and reading this has made her laugh if not made her think I am mad! Last and least to my dad-you'll never know what you've been missing.
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Lost Years - Chapter 1
Set about 5 and a half years after "City Of"
She strode up the wooden corridor that lead to a door. A door which she hoped to find what she had searched for. For Twelve long years she had searched, for city to city, she had used her contacts but to no avail. That was until she heard the Slayers story. The story had cause fright and alarm among her kind. Two Slayers had existed on earth yet one chose evil. Her watcher had lost control of her and she ended up in a coma, a vegetable but only Anastasia could kill her. It was the something The Oracles had told her, infact it was the only specific thing they had told her. She had asked them many times to help her in her search but they only shattered her hopes with their riddles. It wasn't the Slayer she was interested in, it was the Watcher she wanted or the "Rogue Demon Hunter" as he was now he had been sacked by the Council. She had gone to the Hellmouth named Sunnydale and met the only walking Slayer. The Slayer had told her that the watcher had left and she only discovered him on a fleeting
visit to Los Angeles.
She opened the door with her confidence in her heart. On entering the door, which had "Angel Investigations" eched in it, she came across a peculiar scene. A brunette was sniping at a handsome man which sat with a amused smile on his face. She cautionary sniffed the air. The brunette turned.
"Hiya can we help you?"
"Is this Angel Investigations? You help the helpful or something like that?" She asked in an even tone.
The brunette smelled human enough but something was different about her. Him, he wasn't human.
"Helpless! We help the helpless. How can we help you?"
"The Slayer said that I might find Wesley Wynham-Price here. He isn't human." She noticed the mans smile fade as she brought up the fact he wasn't human and he became restless at the mention of the Slayer.
"Yeah Wesley works here. How do you know Little-Miss-Likes-To-Fight? Boy she gets around." the brunette asked.
"Cordelia!" the man growled "Play nice!"
"Hey I thought we were allowed to mention the B-word around here. I was only curious. So why do you want to see Wesley? I didn't know he had any friends."
Before she had a chance to answer the door, through which she had just entered, swung open.
"Hello everyone I got the coffee," Wesley came to the slow realisation that everyone was staring at him and in front of him stood a girl with her back to him. "Oh so sorry, didn't mean to interrupt. Please carry on." Just as he began to turn Angel shouted after him.
"This young lady is here to see you Wesley."
A sign of shock betrayed his face. No body knew he was here except for Angel, Cordelia and Buffy. "Oh hello there I am Wesley Wynham-Price. Nice to make you aquittance. How many I help you?"
"Hello my name is Anastasia Grey, some people call me sarcastic. OK I'm not good at this whole humour thing. I better get to the point. I am your daughter, you are my father." She heard the coffee and bagels fall to the floor.
Wesley stood, his jaw dropped, babbling unable to string a sentence together. It was Angel who spoke up first.
"I have a question, How did you know I wasn't Human?"
"Let me explain," she began "I am an Anmory demon." She sensed the room silence and the bodies around he stiffened. " My kind are one of the oldest living demon races on the planet. We used to hunt down humans and aid the growing demon populations." She noticed Cordelia slide across the room behind Angel, fear clear in her eyes. "Relax, I'm not like that. You see Wesley was called to the Watchers council the day that my mother found out she was carrying me. My mother was to an Anmory demon but she saw the destruction that our kind had committed over the centuries and tried to help humans. Before having me she took me back to her home county in Galloway, Ireland." Angels ears pricked at the sound of the familiar place, "She was killed when I was Four. A couple who were neighbours took me in. They moved me to London in a hope I would forget my past but I didn't. They knew what I was and set about, what they thought was an impossible task of trying to break my killer instinct. It wasn't as hard as they thought, something to do with the Watchers blood in me I guess. Now I help humans defend themselves from demons. When I was Four I had the power to understand things like why I had no father and from then on in I searched for you. When I was Fourteen I left Britain in an effort to extend my search for
you. I also had a modelling contract which enabled me to travel from city to city looking for news about you. When I was in New York I met a guy who worked for a law firm, his name was Alexander Harris but preferred Xander for some reason but..."
Angel turned to look at Cordelia, no matter how much they meant to each other and how much they claimed to love each other he knew how much Xander had meant to her, how much he hated him. A bit like Buffy to him. He took
Cordelias hand and squeezed it in support.
"Anyway he told me the story of Faith and the Chosen One. When he mentioned their Watcher I went to Sunnydale, that place is not as bad as legend said it is, and the Chosen One told me to come here. This place is worse. I killed three demons just getting here. Their tough to fight here. I needed to find you Wesley. You need to find out about my mother and I need to find my identity in you. My mother was called Christina Grey." She studied his face for a reaction.
Wesley felt his knees go weak as the memories flashed by his eyes. Christina was the only woman he had ever loved. He had fought with his destiny the day he was called. He loved her so deeply but in the end he had to give in and let fate take over. Tears began to fill his eyes as her face echoed around his head. He unwilling sunk into a nearby chair. This was too much. He finally got his mouth to communicate with his scrambled brain and muttered the words .
"I need time to think, need to get my head together. I'll be back in an hour or so." With that he picked up his suit jacket and headed back out the door.
Anastasia sat in the chair her father had just left sobbing uncontrollably. This wasn't like her. She was a demon killer, she was a model, she had self control. She had just lost her father again.
"So what are you? Your not human." Anastasia asked turning to Angel. Cordelia stood in front of him "This brooding, soul creature of the night is a vampire. Not your run-of-the-mill vampire either. He's got a soul, and it's permanent." She smiled almost proud. "Oh yeah and he's mine."
"And you?" Anastasia questioned once a gain this time to Cordelia
"Me! Oh I'm 100% Human. I have blood, a heartbeat, a pulse. You named it I got it. Why? I thought you could sense these things."
"I smelt the air when I first got here. You smell human enough but there is something different, not just that your in love with a vampire, but something demonic..."
"Oh I get it." Cordelia shouted exited. "I'm his seer. This guy, well one of my best friends, gave me these damn mind-crumbling visions where I see people in trouble and lots of icky demons. Doyle, my friend, gave me them before he died...trying to save mine and Angels lives Four years ago. The PTB, The Powers That Be, have a lot to answer for."
"Wait a minute, you can talk to The Powers That Be? How, I mean nobody but the Slayers get to talk to them. I just get these stupid Oracle people who give me stupid riddles. That why it took me so long to find my father." She crumbled once again into the chair.
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Well tell me whatyou think and i'll get to work on the other pieces. :oP