The year 2001 (Rated G) [Takes place in season 2]
In the following two years a lot had happened in Angel's life. His love for Buffy had once again led to tragedy, he had staked his sire, gone to Hell, returned because of Buffy's love and left her after almost draining her. Now he lived in LA. He ran Angel Investigations, which had recently moved to a new location, and with the help of Cordilea, Wesley, and Gunn, Angel was trying to regain his humanity. "How come you never talk about her?" Gunn asked. "There's nothing to say." Angel responded. "Yeah, nothing except that she's the sire of the most vicious vampire of all times, Angelus, who is in fact you, and the fact that she's now back trying to convert you to your evil ways." Gunn was tired of Angel's ways of hiding his past. He knew it wasn't a very good past and it hurt Angel, but it was about time that he, Angel, moved on. "Look, I'm sorry for being so pushy, but if I'm gonna work for you, I want to know the whole you, not the present you." "You don't have to be sorry, you have a right to know stuff like that." Angel knew that it was time to tell him everything. "Do you think you have enough time for a two-hundred-forty-five year long story?" "I've got all the time you need." Gunn smiled and waited for Angel to begin. "My name was Liam...
"Come on, Angel! Kick his ass!" Hope was watching Angel on TV. It was 9:20 on a Tuesday night and 'Angel' had just started. Cordilea, Wesley, Gunn, and Angel were fighting some slimy wall demon that some monks were worshiping. "The dude's really loosing his touch." Faye commented over the phone. "Ok, how would you feel if you were a vampire and your dead sire was invading your dreams?" Hope asked. All of a sudden Hope had the urge to look outside, she was starting to get goose bumps and that meant that she was being watched. I guess you could call it a talent but ever since childhood, Hope could tell when someone was intensely watching her. How weird! No one else is home except me and no one ever comes around here on weeknights. I wonder who's out there. "Um. Faye?, I got to go." "Oh, OK, later." "Yeah" Hope hung up the phone and as casually as she could, she made her way toward the kitchen. She could still feel the presence. Oh well, it's now or never Then as quickly as she could she ran to the window and opened the curtains. Whatever the presence was. It was gone now. Weird
"Wait, wait, wait, they could have done anything to you and they gave you a soul???" Gunn was definitely surprised at how easily the gypsies had let Angelus go. "No, see, when you become a vampire, the demon takes over your mind. You don't have a conscience. When they gave me my soul back my conscience returned and I started remembering everything I had ever done." Buffy was surprised at hearing this too Angel remembered. "Oh.now I get it! So since that day you haven't drunk from a human being, right?" "Well, not exactly." Buffy "But I'll get to that part later." "Ok, go on." Gunn wasn't the only one listening to Angel's story. Cordilea and Wesley were listening too. "Wow! He had an interesting life!" Cordilea told Wesley. "Interesting isn't all that you could call it. I read about Angelus in the watcher diaries, but this is a lot more, well, interesting." Wesley answered.
Hope was dreaming. She could see Angel, Gunn, Cordilea, and Wesley. She could hear them speaking. It wasn't her first Angel dream. Last week she had dreamed that Angel was dreaming of Darla, and the strange thing was that she, Hope, was standing next to Darla. Angel was trying to talk to her, but she couldn't hear him. She had taken that dream as a figment of her Angel filled imagination, but it hadn't stopped there. Almost every night she would dream of similar things. And tonight she could hear him, she could hear everyone.
Angel was sensing something. Someone was there. He blinked and in his mind's eye he saw the girl again. "Ok, you met the slayer. What happened after?" Gunn wandered why Angel had stopped his story. "She's here." "The slayer?" What's wrong with him "The girl I have been dreaming about for the past few nights." Angel couldn't stop looking at her. "Darla?!" Wesley, Cordilea, and Gunn asked in unison. "No, but let me finish the story. I'll tell you everything."
Angel had closed his mind to Hope. She couldn't hear him anymore. But she watched. She couldn't do anything else. It was as if her body wasn't responding to her mind. Angel had just finished telling them everything about his 245 years of existence. Everything. Silence had fallen over the hotel. Everyone was in deep thought. "Who do you think the girl is?" Cordilea asked. "I don't know. Do you think it has anything to do with the prophecy of the millennia?" Angel asked. "It might. Since the prophecy said that a vampire with a soul would be her watcher. Do you think she's the slayer?" Wesley was confused. But he was weighing the facts. "But if the slayer is appearing to you, doesn't it mean that either Buffy or Faith have to die?" There was the question. Cordilea was the only one who had had enough courage to ask it. "I'm calling Buffy. I'll tell her to be careful. After that we'll head to the LA women's prison." Angel was really, really worried. He didn't want to loose his soul mate,Buffy, or his companion on the road to redemption , Faith.
In the following two years a lot had happened in Angel's life. His love for Buffy had once again led to tragedy, he had staked his sire, gone to Hell, returned because of Buffy's love and left her after almost draining her. Now he lived in LA. He ran Angel Investigations, which had recently moved to a new location, and with the help of Cordilea, Wesley, and Gunn, Angel was trying to regain his humanity. "How come you never talk about her?" Gunn asked. "There's nothing to say." Angel responded. "Yeah, nothing except that she's the sire of the most vicious vampire of all times, Angelus, who is in fact you, and the fact that she's now back trying to convert you to your evil ways." Gunn was tired of Angel's ways of hiding his past. He knew it wasn't a very good past and it hurt Angel, but it was about time that he, Angel, moved on. "Look, I'm sorry for being so pushy, but if I'm gonna work for you, I want to know the whole you, not the present you." "You don't have to be sorry, you have a right to know stuff like that." Angel knew that it was time to tell him everything. "Do you think you have enough time for a two-hundred-forty-five year long story?" "I've got all the time you need." Gunn smiled and waited for Angel to begin. "My name was Liam...
"Come on, Angel! Kick his ass!" Hope was watching Angel on TV. It was 9:20 on a Tuesday night and 'Angel' had just started. Cordilea, Wesley, Gunn, and Angel were fighting some slimy wall demon that some monks were worshiping. "The dude's really loosing his touch." Faye commented over the phone. "Ok, how would you feel if you were a vampire and your dead sire was invading your dreams?" Hope asked. All of a sudden Hope had the urge to look outside, she was starting to get goose bumps and that meant that she was being watched. I guess you could call it a talent but ever since childhood, Hope could tell when someone was intensely watching her. How weird! No one else is home except me and no one ever comes around here on weeknights. I wonder who's out there. "Um. Faye?, I got to go." "Oh, OK, later." "Yeah" Hope hung up the phone and as casually as she could, she made her way toward the kitchen. She could still feel the presence. Oh well, it's now or never Then as quickly as she could she ran to the window and opened the curtains. Whatever the presence was. It was gone now. Weird
"Wait, wait, wait, they could have done anything to you and they gave you a soul???" Gunn was definitely surprised at how easily the gypsies had let Angelus go. "No, see, when you become a vampire, the demon takes over your mind. You don't have a conscience. When they gave me my soul back my conscience returned and I started remembering everything I had ever done." Buffy was surprised at hearing this too Angel remembered. "Oh.now I get it! So since that day you haven't drunk from a human being, right?" "Well, not exactly." Buffy "But I'll get to that part later." "Ok, go on." Gunn wasn't the only one listening to Angel's story. Cordilea and Wesley were listening too. "Wow! He had an interesting life!" Cordilea told Wesley. "Interesting isn't all that you could call it. I read about Angelus in the watcher diaries, but this is a lot more, well, interesting." Wesley answered.
Hope was dreaming. She could see Angel, Gunn, Cordilea, and Wesley. She could hear them speaking. It wasn't her first Angel dream. Last week she had dreamed that Angel was dreaming of Darla, and the strange thing was that she, Hope, was standing next to Darla. Angel was trying to talk to her, but she couldn't hear him. She had taken that dream as a figment of her Angel filled imagination, but it hadn't stopped there. Almost every night she would dream of similar things. And tonight she could hear him, she could hear everyone.
Angel was sensing something. Someone was there. He blinked and in his mind's eye he saw the girl again. "Ok, you met the slayer. What happened after?" Gunn wandered why Angel had stopped his story. "She's here." "The slayer?" What's wrong with him "The girl I have been dreaming about for the past few nights." Angel couldn't stop looking at her. "Darla?!" Wesley, Cordilea, and Gunn asked in unison. "No, but let me finish the story. I'll tell you everything."
Angel had closed his mind to Hope. She couldn't hear him anymore. But she watched. She couldn't do anything else. It was as if her body wasn't responding to her mind. Angel had just finished telling them everything about his 245 years of existence. Everything. Silence had fallen over the hotel. Everyone was in deep thought. "Who do you think the girl is?" Cordilea asked. "I don't know. Do you think it has anything to do with the prophecy of the millennia?" Angel asked. "It might. Since the prophecy said that a vampire with a soul would be her watcher. Do you think she's the slayer?" Wesley was confused. But he was weighing the facts. "But if the slayer is appearing to you, doesn't it mean that either Buffy or Faith have to die?" There was the question. Cordilea was the only one who had had enough courage to ask it. "I'm calling Buffy. I'll tell her to be careful. After that we'll head to the LA women's prison." Angel was really, really worried. He didn't want to loose his soul mate,Buffy, or his companion on the road to redemption , Faith.