Rating: anywhere from PG - R depending on your views...mostly likely R

Timeline: around 1775 (which means he was born around 1757 which doesn't

match up with the year he was changed...accordin to Joss he was a vampire

before he was born...man those future fetus's are growin' fast nowadays)

Spoilers: Maybe Becoming Part 1

Disclaimers: Do I look like Joss Whedon to you? I didn't think so.

Feedback: Yes please.

Summary: What if Buffy had been Angel's sire instead? What if there wasn't a

curse?


*~*~*~*Prolouge*~*~*~*



She watched him from the shadows. As usual. What else could she do until the

time was right? She sighed impatiently and adjusted the sleeve of her dress. God

how she hated the heavy, elaborate dresses she was forced to wear her to blend

in. If she needed to breathe she would have been screwed. Made her miss Japan.

But then she had to remember why she left. Some village priest had found her

killing his daughter. She shrugged then snapped his neck.

The tavern door flying open brought her out of her reverie. Out stumbled her

obsession. Liam. She didn't know his last name but then nobody did. He was an

enigma. A beautiful mystery. Angelic. The master had said she'd grow bored of

stalking him. And he'd been right. She wanted to act on her urges. And now she

had her chance. An unnecessary breath caught in her throat as he noticed her.

She turned away and almost ran into an alley. She was playing coy and when he

didn't come around the corner she began to wonder if it had worked. She leaned

against the wall with something akin to worry. Would he follow? He's just a

human, she mentally bitch-slapped herself and almost walked back the way

she'd come.

He chose that moment to come shuffling around the corner. She took another

unneeded breath.

"You really shouldn't be out at this time of night by yourself," his Irish voice

slurred. She'd known he was completely drunk before he'd spoke. The smell of

whiskey radiated from him.

"I can take care of myself," she smiled up at his towering frame, the change

in heart rate not unnoticed. She hadn't lost her touch.

"Maybe I could walk you home," his chocolate-brown eyes lit up hopefully.

She stepped closer to him. The movement in his throat caught her attention.

"I think I'd like that," her voice soft. Seductive.

"Where are you from?"

"Around."

"Sounds exciting."

"It is....but it gets lonely."

"What about your family?"

"Dead," she dismissed impassively.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't worry....I don't anymore."

"Oh."

"Have you ever wanted to see the world," she looked at her feet.

"I've thought about it."

"I could show you the world," she offered.

He looked at her, enthralled. "Really?"

He watched her mouth tilt upward. "Close your eyes," she stopped in front

of him.

He obeyed. She took the time to smirk before her face contorted and her

canines elongated.She bit into his neck carefully draining him.

He gasped at the pleasureable feeling that went through him after the pain

subsided. He fell to his knees with her teeth still attached to his neck.

She pulled away, her features becoming less demonic more human. She

dragged a nail across the side of her neck and she pulled him closer. Her eyes

grew heavy when his mouth attached to her neck.

He finally let go and fell over. "Come on then minion," she called to the

shadows.

A black-haired vampire came out and awaited instructions.

"Take him to the lair."

He nodded and lifted Liam up.

"This is gonna be fun," she smiled and followed them.



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TBC: um....yeah