Title: Switch In Identities
Chapter Title: The Many Forms of Buffy
Author: Baby Blues
E-mail: purely_blissful@hotmail.com
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, but the story is.
Summary: Wesley finally finds the book of Buffy's entire life story. The entire gang are up for a surprise.
Dedication: To Lindsey, who talks to much in French. Lol I luv ya, babe!
Excerpt:
~Cordelia: Oh. My. God.
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"I found it," Wesley breathed in utter shock.
"Found what?" Cordelia asked curiously as she looked up from the computer screen.
"Buffy's life history," he replied as he gazed down at the wilting leather book as though he had just found something so grand as the much sought after chalice of The Last Supper.
Angel quirked up as he crossed the lobby towards Wesley and grabbed the book from him. "Wait! I wanted to . . . "
The Hunter's eyes skimmed through the words, seeing the black letters but not really understanding it as his mind fought to comprehend what the Watcher's Journal was saying. But it didn't help, all he perceived and recognized was the word 'vampire.' He had known that Buffy always was . . . but here was the ultimate proof, all in one book that basically held most of the answers about the mysterious woman.
Wesley carefully tugged the book away from the stunned Angel and flipped to the very beginning. "It says here that Buffy was born as Elizabeth Anne Summergale in 1726 in Paris, France," Wesley informed everyone as he walked towards the counter where his coffee sat. "It seems as though she was considered to be a very wild young woman. Very strong willed and independent."
"In other words, not one of those noble girls with no brain," Angel offered as he listened attentively to Wesley.
"Exactly . . . well . . . she was very much a noble woman, but rebellious in every way," the Watcher informed him, "She was sought after . . . it seems. Considered a fine jewel. Many of the young men, seeking a wife of that time, wanted her as their own, but were always turned down in the end."
Angel couldn't hide the mirthful smirk that followed after that. 'Good.'
**Flashback**
"Don'tz you ever wish zat you were finally settled down, Elizabeth? Married and witz e child," she gazed up in excitement, "Mon cherie . . . I could already be an aunt by now," a child with long straight brown hair told the older woman who sat elegantly on her vanity table, brushing her soft curly blond hair.
She smiled, her brilliant hazel eyes twinkling in mischief and mirth. "Oh, ma petite," she sighed, putting her brush down before turning to face her younger sister who had draped herself on her bed, "Such zilly questionz for a young girl who needz not to worry about zuch thingz, non?"
Dawn rolled her eyes. "You'll become one 'o those ladiez who will be zleeping lonely in her bed for the rezt of her existenze," she commented dramatically before gracefully hopping off the bed and trudging off to her own room.
**End of Flashback**
"She was still not married when she was at the age of 18."
"Big whoop," Cordelia rolled her eyes.
"But this was in the year of 1744," Wesley told her, "A woman who was still not settled down by the age of 16 or 17 were already considered as elderly spinsters and old goods."
"So what happened?" Gunn asked curiously.
"Her father sent her away to Ireland to get her away from the scandal that had grown from her, wanting the shame and the humiliation that came with her gone from their names," Wesley said, turning to the next page of the book.
"She was banished," Angel said, feeling more than a twinge of sadness for the young woman who was denied her family because of her dignified and proud character that one should be pleased with.
Wesley nodded. "He depended on their youngest daughter, Dawn, to fix their tainted name . . . The fifteen year old girl never spoke to Elizabeth after that," Wesley sighed, feeling his own sympathy for the young girl.
"So why Ireland?" Cordelia asked.
"They had family there," Wesley replied, "Also considered to be the black sheep. Rupert Summersgale, who was expelled from the family because of his beliefs in the supernatural, and a nephew, Elizabeth's cousin, Danielle Summersgale . . . known as 'Ozzy' or 'Oz' only by her. He would later on become a werewolf."
**Flashback**
"If you ever had a boy child, mon cherie, what would you name him? And anzwer truthfully," Elizabeth said as she stared up at the afternoon sky with a dreamy smile on her beautiful face.
"Osborne," he answered without a second thought, "I feel as though it's a musician's name. You knew . . . Osborne . . . Oz."
Elizabeth frowned and sat up, staring at her cousin in disbelief as the bird of woods sang cheerily around them and the soft gush of the wind blew her tumbling blond curls in every which way. "Osborne? Oz? Are you quite mad, mon cherie?" she asked.
He laughed lightly. "I think Uncle Rupert is rubbing off on ye, lass," he told her, his own Irish brogue becoming quite light from his six years spent with his English uncle.
"I know," she sighed, "My own accent iz a cross between English and Irish. It's quite disturbing, mon cherie," she told him truthfully.
He chuckled again at the irony.
Elizabeth gasped mockingly and pushed him. "Oh, be quiet, Ozborne."
"That's Osborne."
"Whatever you zay, Ozzy."
"Ozzy?" he laughed and tackled her before dragging her and pushing her into the lake that they often spent their free time lounging by. She sputtered and stood, glaring at him with fire in her eyes, her dress soaked and her hair matted against her face.
"You'll pay for zat, Ozzy!" she shouted in a laugh before pulling him into the lake as well, thus beginning a water fight . . . a battle with screams and curses that could be heard a mile away.
**End of Flashback**
"Oz?" Gunn asked rather confused, "Where the hell did that come from?"
"Who knows what goes on inside the brain of a future vampire?" Cordelia shrugged.
"Go on," Angel said with a wave of his hand.
Wesley quirked a brow, but continued anyways. "They lived in Dublin for a good year. They were considered outsiders . . . but weren't rejected so fully because they still had a decently good name attached to them," Wesley informed them all as the three listened carefully to his words, "But that soon changed when they got sick of playing nice. The three of them were practically chased out of Dublin . . . and that's how they ended up at Galway a few months later."
"Galway?" Angel asked, perking up a bit, "That's where my family came from," he said, suspicion rising up his chest. There was something so familiar about this story that didn't really make sense . . . and he feared that sense of familiarity more than anything else.
"Six months had passed and living quite a relatively quiet and normal life in Galway when it suddenly changes when she was saved from a vampire attack from a man by the name of . . . " Wesley's eyes suddenly widened, "Liam Angelus O'Connor . . . a Demon Hunter."
**Flashback**
Elizabeth gazed at her dark surroundings, pulling her shawl tighter around her shoulders as she made her way back home. It wasn't because she was cold, it was actually a particularly warm summer night in Galway, Ireland . . . but the eerie chill originate from the dark recesses of the street corners caused her much fear.
Her shoes tapped lightly against the cobble stone streets as she studied the houses and buildings that surrounded her. Everything was so quiet and so still . . . no light could be seen except for the few slight glows of candles coming emitting the curtained windows.
She suddenly heard footsteps behind her, soft at first . . . but louder once it came closer to her. And with that, she whipped around just in time to see a dark shadow before her and a pair of glistening white fangs.
She opened her mouth to scream . . . but it was cut off when the beast unexpectedly materialized into dust before her very eyes. And in his place was the most beautiful man she ever saw. One with dark brown hair . . . and eyes the color of milky chocolates.
"Are ye alright, miss?" he asked in concern.
But before she could speak, she collapsed on the ground . . . having fainted.
**End of Flashback**
The three of them stared at Angel with surprise. The present Demon Hunter stood there in shock, not knowing what to say or how to react. Liam. He remembered her calling him that when he brought her in the hotel. Good God. So many things ran through his mind at that moment, but "What?" was all he can say in his utter shock and bewilderment.
"Whoa . . . for real?" Gunn asked, his eyes wide, "So . . . you mean to tell me . . . us that this girl knew Angel's great, great, great, great, great . . . "
"One of Angel's ancestors?" Cordelia finished off instead.
"Well . . . "
"It could be another . . . "
"Oh, come on, Angel," Gunn rolled his eyes at his friend's denial, "Your family came from Galway, Ireland, you grandfather's name is Liam, YOUR name is Angelus, your last name is O'Connor, and you have the attention of a vampire who knew your great, great, great . . . whatever, and not to mention that you're all over this vampire's ass and most likely than not . . . vise-versa."
Angel just glared at him in reply.
Wesley frowned and continued reading. "They had an instant bond . . . it says here," the Watcher informed them all, "Liam's own Watcher noticed that from the very beginning."
"Hey, wouldn't it be weird if you're like . . . the reincarnation of this Liam guy or something?" Cordelia asked in wondering conspiracy. "I've heard of those, you know," she nodded, "Some person is born, looking like a family member from way back when and then suddenly, out of nowhere, they start seeing or . . . or remembering things that they had never lived through."
The brunette shook her head slightly, "I mean . . . just think about it. For years now this Buffy girl has kept relatively quiet and then BAM!" she shouted, slamming her hands together as her eyes grew wide with excitement from her own theory. "The two of you run into each other and all hell breaks lose in your hormones."
Cordelia then shrugged before shivering slightly, "I mean. C'mon. We live within the radius of the Hellmouth. Reincarnations CAN happen," she eyed them with her I-Know-It-All expression, "But how freaky would that be?"
"Oh, yeah," Gunn said, his face brightening as he finally remembered where he heard and saw that topic being discussed, "I think I saw that on Dateline."
"Last week?" Cordelia asked him.
"Yeah, with that cult who believes Marilyn Manson is the living form of God," Gunn replied, shaking his head at the madness called 'The World.'
"Oh, I know . . . "
"Ladies and gentlemen," Angel interrupted their tirade, "Getting back to the topic at hand?" He looked back at Wesley, trying to hide the confusion as well as the undeniable pain that had consumed his insides.
Was it true? Was he only a reincarnation of a man from the past? A man who obviously had a 'bond' with Buffy?
"She introduced her 'family' to him and his Watcher. They soon formed their own team, researching the paranormal together and helping Liam defeat numerous amount of apocalyptic battles and prophecies," Wesley continued on, "During the two years that they had all been working together . . . Elizabeth and Liam fell in love . . . and were actually married on the fourth year since they had met . . . to the day when he had first saved her life."
**Flashback**
He touched her bare arm, softly making lazy eights on her creamy and smooth skin. She smiled contently as she snuggled deeper within his embrace, the sheets of his bed wrapped around them like a cocoon of safety.
They stared quietly into the fire, causing their eyes to dance with each flicker of the burning yellow and orange element.
"A quiet night . . . no demons . . . no nothing," she sighed happily, "Just you and me . . . and not to mention ze bed," she giggled.
Liam smiled in reply before taking a deep breath and staring up at the ceiling. This was the best time to ask her. They were alone in the house . . . with no one there to interrupt them.
He slowly moved his hand under the pillow of his bed and produced a ring. He clutched it in fear, horror leisurely surging through his body at the reaction he would receive once he showed it to her.
He took a deep breath, gazing at Elizabeth's golden head before lifting the ring up, inspecting it for the millionth time since he bought it. "Elizabeth . . . I need to ask ye somethin' . . . "
**End of Flashback**
Angel gaped at him. "They were married? The two of them?" he asked, his voice surprisingly strong, "She's . . . she's . . . she's married."
"Well . . . "
"Whoa! Are you serious?" Gunn asked in shock, "Damn. Maybe she's just here to take care of the O'Connor line. Liam WAS her husband and . . . "
"Oh, my God!" Cordelia suddenly gasped in horror, "What if she's your great, great, great, great, great, great . . . "
"Ancestor," Gunn finished with a hint of mocking in his tone.
"Ugh . . . can you say incense?" Cordelia said in a disgusted manner.
Wesley shook his head. "They never had any children," he told them, "Life was too hectic to bring one in the world."
"Not to mention how dangerous it would be for the kid," Gunn added.
"Then I couldn't possibly be related to him . . . "
"He had a brother," Wesley spoke before Angel could finish his sentence, "I would guess that's where you came from."
Angel looked away, his jaws clenched in anger. He didn't know what to think . . . what to conclude. So many things ran through his mind . . . questions, doubts, and most of all . . . fear. Fear that Buffy was only there because he was related to some distant relative of his . . . only there because of obligation.
And that hurt more than he could say . . . and for some weird reason, the cross she gave him and had worn everyday since then warmed eerily against his chest, throbbing with heat as thoughts continued to swim in his mind.
Continued . . .
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Chapter Title: The Many Forms of Buffy
Author: Baby Blues
E-mail: purely_blissful@hotmail.com
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, but the story is.
Summary: Wesley finally finds the book of Buffy's entire life story. The entire gang are up for a surprise.
Dedication: To Lindsey, who talks to much in French. Lol I luv ya, babe!
Excerpt:
~Cordelia: Oh. My. God.
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"I found it," Wesley breathed in utter shock.
"Found what?" Cordelia asked curiously as she looked up from the computer screen.
"Buffy's life history," he replied as he gazed down at the wilting leather book as though he had just found something so grand as the much sought after chalice of The Last Supper.
Angel quirked up as he crossed the lobby towards Wesley and grabbed the book from him. "Wait! I wanted to . . . "
The Hunter's eyes skimmed through the words, seeing the black letters but not really understanding it as his mind fought to comprehend what the Watcher's Journal was saying. But it didn't help, all he perceived and recognized was the word 'vampire.' He had known that Buffy always was . . . but here was the ultimate proof, all in one book that basically held most of the answers about the mysterious woman.
Wesley carefully tugged the book away from the stunned Angel and flipped to the very beginning. "It says here that Buffy was born as Elizabeth Anne Summergale in 1726 in Paris, France," Wesley informed everyone as he walked towards the counter where his coffee sat. "It seems as though she was considered to be a very wild young woman. Very strong willed and independent."
"In other words, not one of those noble girls with no brain," Angel offered as he listened attentively to Wesley.
"Exactly . . . well . . . she was very much a noble woman, but rebellious in every way," the Watcher informed him, "She was sought after . . . it seems. Considered a fine jewel. Many of the young men, seeking a wife of that time, wanted her as their own, but were always turned down in the end."
Angel couldn't hide the mirthful smirk that followed after that. 'Good.'
**Flashback**
"Don'tz you ever wish zat you were finally settled down, Elizabeth? Married and witz e child," she gazed up in excitement, "Mon cherie . . . I could already be an aunt by now," a child with long straight brown hair told the older woman who sat elegantly on her vanity table, brushing her soft curly blond hair.
She smiled, her brilliant hazel eyes twinkling in mischief and mirth. "Oh, ma petite," she sighed, putting her brush down before turning to face her younger sister who had draped herself on her bed, "Such zilly questionz for a young girl who needz not to worry about zuch thingz, non?"
Dawn rolled her eyes. "You'll become one 'o those ladiez who will be zleeping lonely in her bed for the rezt of her existenze," she commented dramatically before gracefully hopping off the bed and trudging off to her own room.
**End of Flashback**
"She was still not married when she was at the age of 18."
"Big whoop," Cordelia rolled her eyes.
"But this was in the year of 1744," Wesley told her, "A woman who was still not settled down by the age of 16 or 17 were already considered as elderly spinsters and old goods."
"So what happened?" Gunn asked curiously.
"Her father sent her away to Ireland to get her away from the scandal that had grown from her, wanting the shame and the humiliation that came with her gone from their names," Wesley said, turning to the next page of the book.
"She was banished," Angel said, feeling more than a twinge of sadness for the young woman who was denied her family because of her dignified and proud character that one should be pleased with.
Wesley nodded. "He depended on their youngest daughter, Dawn, to fix their tainted name . . . The fifteen year old girl never spoke to Elizabeth after that," Wesley sighed, feeling his own sympathy for the young girl.
"So why Ireland?" Cordelia asked.
"They had family there," Wesley replied, "Also considered to be the black sheep. Rupert Summersgale, who was expelled from the family because of his beliefs in the supernatural, and a nephew, Elizabeth's cousin, Danielle Summersgale . . . known as 'Ozzy' or 'Oz' only by her. He would later on become a werewolf."
**Flashback**
"If you ever had a boy child, mon cherie, what would you name him? And anzwer truthfully," Elizabeth said as she stared up at the afternoon sky with a dreamy smile on her beautiful face.
"Osborne," he answered without a second thought, "I feel as though it's a musician's name. You knew . . . Osborne . . . Oz."
Elizabeth frowned and sat up, staring at her cousin in disbelief as the bird of woods sang cheerily around them and the soft gush of the wind blew her tumbling blond curls in every which way. "Osborne? Oz? Are you quite mad, mon cherie?" she asked.
He laughed lightly. "I think Uncle Rupert is rubbing off on ye, lass," he told her, his own Irish brogue becoming quite light from his six years spent with his English uncle.
"I know," she sighed, "My own accent iz a cross between English and Irish. It's quite disturbing, mon cherie," she told him truthfully.
He chuckled again at the irony.
Elizabeth gasped mockingly and pushed him. "Oh, be quiet, Ozborne."
"That's Osborne."
"Whatever you zay, Ozzy."
"Ozzy?" he laughed and tackled her before dragging her and pushing her into the lake that they often spent their free time lounging by. She sputtered and stood, glaring at him with fire in her eyes, her dress soaked and her hair matted against her face.
"You'll pay for zat, Ozzy!" she shouted in a laugh before pulling him into the lake as well, thus beginning a water fight . . . a battle with screams and curses that could be heard a mile away.
**End of Flashback**
"Oz?" Gunn asked rather confused, "Where the hell did that come from?"
"Who knows what goes on inside the brain of a future vampire?" Cordelia shrugged.
"Go on," Angel said with a wave of his hand.
Wesley quirked a brow, but continued anyways. "They lived in Dublin for a good year. They were considered outsiders . . . but weren't rejected so fully because they still had a decently good name attached to them," Wesley informed them all as the three listened carefully to his words, "But that soon changed when they got sick of playing nice. The three of them were practically chased out of Dublin . . . and that's how they ended up at Galway a few months later."
"Galway?" Angel asked, perking up a bit, "That's where my family came from," he said, suspicion rising up his chest. There was something so familiar about this story that didn't really make sense . . . and he feared that sense of familiarity more than anything else.
"Six months had passed and living quite a relatively quiet and normal life in Galway when it suddenly changes when she was saved from a vampire attack from a man by the name of . . . " Wesley's eyes suddenly widened, "Liam Angelus O'Connor . . . a Demon Hunter."
**Flashback**
Elizabeth gazed at her dark surroundings, pulling her shawl tighter around her shoulders as she made her way back home. It wasn't because she was cold, it was actually a particularly warm summer night in Galway, Ireland . . . but the eerie chill originate from the dark recesses of the street corners caused her much fear.
Her shoes tapped lightly against the cobble stone streets as she studied the houses and buildings that surrounded her. Everything was so quiet and so still . . . no light could be seen except for the few slight glows of candles coming emitting the curtained windows.
She suddenly heard footsteps behind her, soft at first . . . but louder once it came closer to her. And with that, she whipped around just in time to see a dark shadow before her and a pair of glistening white fangs.
She opened her mouth to scream . . . but it was cut off when the beast unexpectedly materialized into dust before her very eyes. And in his place was the most beautiful man she ever saw. One with dark brown hair . . . and eyes the color of milky chocolates.
"Are ye alright, miss?" he asked in concern.
But before she could speak, she collapsed on the ground . . . having fainted.
**End of Flashback**
The three of them stared at Angel with surprise. The present Demon Hunter stood there in shock, not knowing what to say or how to react. Liam. He remembered her calling him that when he brought her in the hotel. Good God. So many things ran through his mind at that moment, but "What?" was all he can say in his utter shock and bewilderment.
"Whoa . . . for real?" Gunn asked, his eyes wide, "So . . . you mean to tell me . . . us that this girl knew Angel's great, great, great, great, great . . . "
"One of Angel's ancestors?" Cordelia finished off instead.
"Well . . . "
"It could be another . . . "
"Oh, come on, Angel," Gunn rolled his eyes at his friend's denial, "Your family came from Galway, Ireland, you grandfather's name is Liam, YOUR name is Angelus, your last name is O'Connor, and you have the attention of a vampire who knew your great, great, great . . . whatever, and not to mention that you're all over this vampire's ass and most likely than not . . . vise-versa."
Angel just glared at him in reply.
Wesley frowned and continued reading. "They had an instant bond . . . it says here," the Watcher informed them all, "Liam's own Watcher noticed that from the very beginning."
"Hey, wouldn't it be weird if you're like . . . the reincarnation of this Liam guy or something?" Cordelia asked in wondering conspiracy. "I've heard of those, you know," she nodded, "Some person is born, looking like a family member from way back when and then suddenly, out of nowhere, they start seeing or . . . or remembering things that they had never lived through."
The brunette shook her head slightly, "I mean . . . just think about it. For years now this Buffy girl has kept relatively quiet and then BAM!" she shouted, slamming her hands together as her eyes grew wide with excitement from her own theory. "The two of you run into each other and all hell breaks lose in your hormones."
Cordelia then shrugged before shivering slightly, "I mean. C'mon. We live within the radius of the Hellmouth. Reincarnations CAN happen," she eyed them with her I-Know-It-All expression, "But how freaky would that be?"
"Oh, yeah," Gunn said, his face brightening as he finally remembered where he heard and saw that topic being discussed, "I think I saw that on Dateline."
"Last week?" Cordelia asked him.
"Yeah, with that cult who believes Marilyn Manson is the living form of God," Gunn replied, shaking his head at the madness called 'The World.'
"Oh, I know . . . "
"Ladies and gentlemen," Angel interrupted their tirade, "Getting back to the topic at hand?" He looked back at Wesley, trying to hide the confusion as well as the undeniable pain that had consumed his insides.
Was it true? Was he only a reincarnation of a man from the past? A man who obviously had a 'bond' with Buffy?
"She introduced her 'family' to him and his Watcher. They soon formed their own team, researching the paranormal together and helping Liam defeat numerous amount of apocalyptic battles and prophecies," Wesley continued on, "During the two years that they had all been working together . . . Elizabeth and Liam fell in love . . . and were actually married on the fourth year since they had met . . . to the day when he had first saved her life."
**Flashback**
He touched her bare arm, softly making lazy eights on her creamy and smooth skin. She smiled contently as she snuggled deeper within his embrace, the sheets of his bed wrapped around them like a cocoon of safety.
They stared quietly into the fire, causing their eyes to dance with each flicker of the burning yellow and orange element.
"A quiet night . . . no demons . . . no nothing," she sighed happily, "Just you and me . . . and not to mention ze bed," she giggled.
Liam smiled in reply before taking a deep breath and staring up at the ceiling. This was the best time to ask her. They were alone in the house . . . with no one there to interrupt them.
He slowly moved his hand under the pillow of his bed and produced a ring. He clutched it in fear, horror leisurely surging through his body at the reaction he would receive once he showed it to her.
He took a deep breath, gazing at Elizabeth's golden head before lifting the ring up, inspecting it for the millionth time since he bought it. "Elizabeth . . . I need to ask ye somethin' . . . "
**End of Flashback**
Angel gaped at him. "They were married? The two of them?" he asked, his voice surprisingly strong, "She's . . . she's . . . she's married."
"Well . . . "
"Whoa! Are you serious?" Gunn asked in shock, "Damn. Maybe she's just here to take care of the O'Connor line. Liam WAS her husband and . . . "
"Oh, my God!" Cordelia suddenly gasped in horror, "What if she's your great, great, great, great, great, great . . . "
"Ancestor," Gunn finished with a hint of mocking in his tone.
"Ugh . . . can you say incense?" Cordelia said in a disgusted manner.
Wesley shook his head. "They never had any children," he told them, "Life was too hectic to bring one in the world."
"Not to mention how dangerous it would be for the kid," Gunn added.
"Then I couldn't possibly be related to him . . . "
"He had a brother," Wesley spoke before Angel could finish his sentence, "I would guess that's where you came from."
Angel looked away, his jaws clenched in anger. He didn't know what to think . . . what to conclude. So many things ran through his mind . . . questions, doubts, and most of all . . . fear. Fear that Buffy was only there because he was related to some distant relative of his . . . only there because of obligation.
And that hurt more than he could say . . . and for some weird reason, the cross she gave him and had worn everyday since then warmed eerily against his chest, throbbing with heat as thoughts continued to swim in his mind.
Continued . . .
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