Disclaimer: All the characters are based on the television shows, Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel. I do not own them, get money for writing about them and have no permission from Joss Whedon or anyone else who might care
Author's note this story goes A/U in Angel after "sleep tight". I know, I know, I'm messing with the time line and with Drusilla. Angelus really sired her, but I just love playing with flash backs of Angelus. I'm also messing with Holtz and his family. And with Connor... I'm also messing with season six of Buffy...But just be patient... Most everything will go back to the way Joss Whedon had it in the first place eventually. Pairings Aus/D, S/Dru, Aus/other
Author's Note 2: This is the first of a four part flashback. It was originally all one chapter, but that was nearly fourty pages long so I decided to divide it up.
June 17th 1763
The visions are returning. Today was the worst. The images were extremely vivid, and the vision lasted almost an hour. My mother walked into the room right after the vision stopped. I told her that I merely had a headache. She was satisfied with my answer. If the visions keep coming, my parents will be become suspicious. If they find out that the visions have returned, then one of two things will happen; they will either take me to the local priest, or they will turn me out of the house in secret, most likely sending me to an insane asylum. I am not crazy, and I won't let them turn me over to the priest! I would rather die! So I have come up with a plan. If they find out that the visions have returned, I will run away. Tis a sin, I know, but I have no other choice.
The young woman leaned back in her chair and began to massage her forehead. Another woman came into the room. "Are ye alright dear?"
"Yes, momma, I'm..." But she never finished what she was going to say. Another vision came upon her.
A strange man with a strange face and sharp teeth. A struggle. A girl. Another house. Blood. Pain. Death.
The vision stopped. Her mother looked at her in horror. "So, ye've been seein' again have ye? Wait until yer father comes home! Ye've shamed us for the last time, Katherine." And with that, the mother left the room and shut the door. Katherine sat down on her bed and began to cry. Then she walked over and stood in front of her mirror. She was young, about nineteen, withdeep blue eyes, and somewhat pale skin. She picked up a brush and began to brush through her long, curly, brown hair. She had a small frame; she was only 5' 5", which sometimes made her seem a couple of years younger than she really was.
Later that evening, the girl's father came home. "Katherine! Come down here!"
Trembling she obeyed. "Yes, father?"
"Your mother tells me ye've been having visions." Katherine nodded. "Did your mother and I not tell you to stop that devilry?"
"You did, sir."
"I work very hard to stop evil. And now my own daughter brings evil into my house. I will not turn a blind eye to it this time, Katherine. I will turn you over to Father Caleb as I told you the last time you were dabbling in this wickedness."
"Papa, no! Please don't give me to him! I'll be good! Please don't send me away!"
"Be silent! I will hear no more from you. Now go up to your room and wait until the priest arrives."
Katie obeyed silently. Once she got to her room she hurriedly started packing her meager possessions into a small bag. There was no way that she would let her father turn her over to Father Caleb. She would rather live on the streets than be put into the hands of that man. Just as she was about to climb out the window her door slammed open and she saw the priest silhouetted in the doorway.Katherine screamed for her father to protect her as the priest dragged her into a waiting carriage. But he turned his back to her and went back inside.
Katherine sat trembling in the priest's office. "So Miss Katherine, you've been having visions have you?"
"Yes, Sir."
"To see the future is a sin, you know that don't you?"
"Yes, father."
The priest rose from his chair and crossed in front of his desk. "You know that these visions are sinful... and yet you deliberately go ahead in this sin! Why is that? You come from a good family, and I see you every Sunday at mass. But you insist on having these visions! So there is only one solution for the likes of you. Of the devil you are and to the devil I will release you."
"Please Father, no, I beg you! I'll be good. I don't mean to have the visions, honest I don't!"
"Hush, child!" The priest walked over to the door. "You can come in now Angelus."
The door opened and a tall man walked into the room. "Thank you Father. But you only have to invite me in once." The man smiled and then looked at Katherine. "You're a mite small for a devil child, but you'll do. So come on let's go." He reached out his hand but she backed away from him in fear.
"I don't want to go with you. I want to go home!"
Angelus stepped closer to her. "You don't have a home anymore. Your father turned you over to the priest and now the good reverend has turned you over to me. So you see child, your home is wherever I say it is. Now come with me and be quiet about it."
"But, I..." Another vision came upon her.
Fear. Angelus. Another woman, a blond. Her family. The Priest. Death, slowly and painfully.
Once the vision ceased, Katherine was so shaken she couldn't move. Angelus picked her up and carried her out to a waiting carriage. "Thank you Father for your kind donation!"
"Anytime, Angelus. You're always welcome in my home." The priest chuckled to himself as he watched the carriage drive away. "Silly girl, she has no idea what she is getting into."
Half an hour later, the carriage pulled up in front of a large stone house. Angelus got out first then yanked Katie out when she hesitated in following him. Angelus opened the door to the house, pushed her inside and followed, locking the door. "Darla! You'll never believe what I picked up from my visit to Father Caleb's."
A woman came into the room, elegantly dressed as though she had just come from a grand opera. "A child that the orphanage didn't want?"
"No. Something better. A Seer. A child of the devil if ever I saw one."
"She could be a great asset to us, Angelus. If she were willing."
"By the time I get through 'persuading' her, she'll be more than willing to help us." He leaned close to Darla and whispered something in her ear.
She looked at Katherine, grinned, turned to leave the room and said "I love how you think, Angelus. I'll leave you to your work now. I have to finish my meal." As the two of them laughed their faces contorted into the masques of vampires. Katherine screamed, positive now that she would never see her little sister again, that tonight she would die at the hands of the devil himself.
Darla left the room and Angelus moved closer to Katherine. "All the screams in the world won't be saving you. You belong to me now." He backed her into a corner and began to stroke her hair, pushing it away from her neck. "You have lovely skin." He pulled her close. "Now I have you all to myself." He kissed her soundly. She squirmed, trying to get away. Angelus threw her to the ground and grinned viciously. "The more you struggle, the longer this is going to take. Of course, I like causing pain..." He let the sentence hang and watched the fear on Katherine's face grow and change to terror.
"What do you want with me?"
Angelus laughed again. "I want to devour you of course. And I will. I don't think I've ever tasted blood from someone so pure. But that isn't the best part. After I finish drinking you, then it will be your turn. You see, I've been a vampire for ten years and I have never sired anyone. So I decided that draining and siring a seer would be a splendid way to mark my tenth year as a vampire. And when Caleb told me about you, well I just couldn't let the opportunity pass by. So now you know, I'm going to turn you into a vampire. Then you, me and Darla will be one big happy family. Now hush, it will all be better soon." He knelt down beside her, pulling her into his arms. He pushed the hair away from her neck and sank his teeth into her flesh.
Somewhere, a slayer died. Another was called.
The following evening, there was a fresh grave. There was no head stone or marker of any kind, not even a cross. As the sun set and the moon began to rise, two shadowy figures walked over to the grave. Angelus and Darla waited expectantly for the new childe to rise. "Anytime now." Angelus said softly.
Darla looked at the grave "She'll be hungry." The earth covering the grave began to move. First one hand, then the other appeared. A head came out next, Katherine's. She climbed out of the grave and brushed the dirt off of herself.
"Hello, Morgan." Angelus said.
Katherine grinned viciously. "Morgan… I like it. I'm starving!"
It was Darla's turn to smile. "There's a man coming. See what you can do with him Morgan."
Morgan walked over to the man "You look a bit lost."
He turned around "I'm looking for Katherine... Oh! It's you."
"No it isn't. Katherine is dead. I go by Morgan now."
The man looked at her in shock "You mean you're not..?"
"Now don't get me wrong, I was Katherine. But as I said before, I go by Morgan now." And with that, she drank him dry. "Mmm, that was tasty; except for the tweed."
Angelus came out from behind the tree where he had been watching. "I knew you'd enjoy that." He caught her chin in his hand and kissed her long and deep and licked some stray blood from the corner of her mouth.
Morgan looked up at him. Her eyes, once blue and full of life, were now dark and soulless. "I think I should show Father Caleb a bit of gratitude."
Angelus ran his fingers along her jaw, and kissed her again. "You're a hungry little thing aren't you? Be careful not to stay out too long. Be back before sunrise."
Morgan knocked on Father Caleb's door. "Come in." Morgan went in and began walking towards him. The priest turned around and was holding a large cross. "I had a feeling Angelus might send you here."
"He didn't send me. I came on my own."
"Oh did you now? And why would you do something like that?"
"Well, I didn't forget my manners when Angelus sired me. When someone gives you a gift, the polite thing to do is say 'Thank you.' And you have given me quite a gift. So thank you from the very bottom of my no-longer-beating heart." And with that, Morgan left.
To be continued