Prologue
Early 1985?
Thirteen year old Liam Angelus 'Angel' Sullivan watches his father pace and his mother frown. 'Wonder what I did this time? Dad looks pissed'
Moira Sullivan looks at her husband then seeing his anger she turns to her son "Angel honey your father and I have discussed it and we have decided that it would be for the best if you went to a school we found in Ireland."
"What?!" Angel explodes "Ireland?! What about my friends?"
"You'll make new friends" John Sullivan replies "You need structure. You've screwed up this time boy"
"I've been good Mom" Angel protests
"Honey go get packed up. I put the list of things you'll need on your desk. The flight leaves at noon."
"What about Darla, Spike and Dru? Can't I at least say good bye."
"No"
"What? Why not?"
"Don't argue with your mother boy. GO" John yells
Angel scowls walking out of the room
"John are you sure this is for the best?" Moira asks
"We have no choice. Liam is thirteen. We agreed that he'd never know the truth. He won't have any contact with her."
"But John"
"Its decided. The boy will be on the flight at noon" John storms out of the livingroom
Moira sits down "Oh Angel my little boy." she sighs "What now?"
Early 1985?
Thirteen year old Liam Angelus 'Angel' Sullivan watches his father pace and his mother frown. 'Wonder what I did this time? Dad looks pissed'
Moira Sullivan looks at her husband then seeing his anger she turns to her son "Angel honey your father and I have discussed it and we have decided that it would be for the best if you went to a school we found in Ireland."
"What?!" Angel explodes "Ireland?! What about my friends?"
"You'll make new friends" John Sullivan replies "You need structure. You've screwed up this time boy"
"I've been good Mom" Angel protests
"Honey go get packed up. I put the list of things you'll need on your desk. The flight leaves at noon."
"What about Darla, Spike and Dru? Can't I at least say good bye."
"No"
"What? Why not?"
"Don't argue with your mother boy. GO" John yells
Angel scowls walking out of the room
"John are you sure this is for the best?" Moira asks
"We have no choice. Liam is thirteen. We agreed that he'd never know the truth. He won't have any contact with her."
"But John"
"Its decided. The boy will be on the flight at noon" John storms out of the livingroom
Moira sits down "Oh Angel my little boy." she sighs "What now?"