WHAT IF ANGEL HAD A DAUGHTER INSTEAD OF CONOR?
AND NOW, AT THE AGE OF 16, THE DAUGHTER COMES TO LIVE WITH HIM?
WITH THE ENTIRE GANG, BACK AT THE HOTEL (NO WOLFRAM & HART *GAG*) ANGEL TRIES TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO RIASE A DUGHTER AND STILL FIGHT CRIME.
3RD PERSON
Angelica woke up to the sun shining in her bed room window. She felt content and happy; then the events of the day before flooded into her head. This was not her room. Her room was in San Diego; this floor and four walls were in Los Angelus.
A knock sounded on the door and Angelica slipped out of bed. She padded, barefoot, over to the door and unlocked it. A women with short brown hair, big boobs, and a giant smile stood waiting for Angelica. "Hi!" the women almost screamed.
What's her name? SHIT! Angelica thought. She smiled back and waved, still half asleep. "I just wanted to see if you were up." The women said. Cordelia!
"Thanks, Cordelia." Angelica mumbled, "I'm up. Umm…I'll be down in a minute." Angelica put a fake smile on and closed the door. As soon as the doors clicked the smile fell off her mouth.
Angelica looked around the small room. She ran through the previous days events in her head.
"Hi, I'm Angel, Your dad. I'm also a vampire, a mythical creature that, until now, you had no knowledge of. I know you were told your father died in the service, but your mom saw it fit to tell you the truth and send you to live with me and my hotel of weird people for a few months. Oh! By the way, we fight crime, demons, and other little sticky things that go bump in the night. Any questions? There will be a test Tuesday."
Ok so that's not exactly how it went, but to Angelica that was the basic idea. She threw on an old pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt and her favorite combat boots. As Angelica made her way downstairs she heard a weird singing coming from a room down the hall.
Angelica snuck up and peaked through the door in the room. A green man with red horns and eyes was pacing the room while a (man?) was sitting in the chair at the other end of the room singing Seasons of Love from Rent. The person in the chair had long black hair that almost covered his face, but Angelica got a good look. He had teeth that hung out of his mouth and drool dripping off of them. His eyes darted from one end of the room to the other and his skin seemed to glow a peculiar blue in the sunlight.
Angelica stepped slowly away from the door and back down the hall way; when she was a good distance away she turned and ran down the stairs that lead to the lobby. When she reached the bottom she held onto the railing for support and panted.
"Angelica?" a man's voice called out, and then the sound of foot steps coming closer and figures started appearing in her peripheral vision. "No! Stay back!" Angelica yelled. The figure stopped and she focused on them.
Her dad, Angel, was in front, behind him was Wesley, a weird British man who told her that he could read 20 different languages and can identifies almost any kind of demon. Angelica thought that was weird, since only a week ago she had no knowledge of any of this even insisting.
Next was a small fragile girl who sounded like she was from Texas, with dark, long brown hair and caring dark eyes. She was the only one Angelica trusted right now. Then, bringing up the rear was a tall muscular black man who had no hair. Angelica caught her breath and stood straight.
"Ok." She let a big breath out, "You have some major problems. I mean demons?!? HA! I never believed you…" she paused looking at each of them and then down at her feet. "Until I saw a green man upstairs and almost fainted."
"Are you ok?" Angel asked. Angelica raised her eyes and focused them on him. "Umm…yeah…as well as I'm going be." She mumbled out. Her nose caught the sent of food and she walked over to a counter near the front door. "Do I smell pancakes?" she asked. They were Angelica's absolute favorite.
"Your mom said you liked them." Cordelia said. Angelica smiled for a fleeting moment then it disappeared.
"What day is it?" Angelica asked.
"Saturday!" the girl, Fred, said a little to chipper.
"Oh. Can I call my mom?" Angelica asked.
"You can use the office." Angel said.
"Thanks." Angle hustled her into a small greed room with two sliding doors, a door to the lobby, and a window that also faced the lobby. Angelica stood taking it all in. "The phone is over here." Angel said.
"Thank you, Angel…" there was an awkward pause; should I call him dad? But Angel did not give her enough time. He left with a small smile and closed the door behind him.
Angelica sat down in the seat behind the desk and picked up the handset. When she heard the familiar dial tone she pushed the numbers in until a ring sounded on the other end.
"Hello?" her mother's familiar voice came from the other end. Angelica sighed, "Mom."
"Oh Angelica! Sweetie! I've been waiting to hear from you all day." He mother exclaimed. Angelica threw a glance at the desk clock, it was only ten. "How is it there darling?" he mother asked.
Angelica looked around and sighed, "Honestly? Horrible."
