So, I was rewatching S1E7: Angel, and I remembered the scene in The Harvest when Angel told Buffy his name. And what could've been running through his head... His beautiful head... Okay, anyway here it it.

I do not claim to own any of Joss Whedon's genius creations. But enjoy my mangling of his characters!


"You could at least tell me your name." She half-asks.

My name. I've had a few, each completely different.

First, I was Liam, born in 1727. A drunk disappointment to his family. His father hated him; most of Galway did. But his sister, his sweet sister Kathy, still had a faith in him that I had missed so much. Liam died over two hundred years ago, in an alley behind a tavern. Even if I hadn't been turned, that's how I probably would've went.

After him, created in 1753, was Angelus. Angelus was a sick, twisted killer. He loved pain, more than Liam had loved anything. Kathy had seen him after Liam's funeral, had invited him back, only to have him kill her. He killed my whole family. And so many others, with a grin. Angelus was the son of Darla, the father of Drusilla, and the grandfather of William - or Spike, as he preferred. He was killed by gypsies, at a campsite in Romania, about a century ago.

Then Angel, 1898. At first, a filthy mess. Staying away from humans in case he ate them. But now he was so close to this one girl. So in love with this one girl.

"Angel." I told her, hoping she would never have to meet anyone I had once been.


But then she does! Oops.

R/R and follow, please! Much appreciated!

Layla