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?
AN: Josette is Buffy's 1700's name. I watched Dark Shadows a lot.
*~*~*~*1*~*~*~*
The fireplace in the corner beside her chair did little to warm her. But then
nothing did anymore. The price you pay for being dead, she mused. She leaned
back in her chair and studied Liam's features carefully. He really looked like an
angel. She had been waiting for him to wake up for two days, Now she was
worried she had taken too much from him.
He groaned and sat up.
"Finally!" She stood up.
His smile was feral. "You never did tell me your name."
"You're right. I didn't." She turned toward the door. In an instant he was
blocking her. He trailed his hand softly down her cheek.
"Josette," her voice trembled slightly.
"I'm hungry," his true face appeared.
"I thought you might be," she took his hand and led him out the door.
They walked calmly through the street, passing several people. "What about
them," he asked.
She sniffed the air. "No...murderers and, well, whores don't have the best
blood. But virgins and priests? Pure. To a certain degree of course. Naughty little
thoughts generally have an effect on the blood."
A man walked passed them, gazing intently at Josette.
Liam growled softly and pulled her against him. The man noticed the look of
challenge in his eyes and scurried away.
A soft laugh escaped her lips and she quickly covered her mouth with both
hands.
"Are you laughing at me," he was incredulous.
She nodded.
He smirked.
"I'm disappointed in you Angelus. You never seemed like the possessive
type."
"Angelus?"
"You needed a new name."
"Oh, really?" He smirked.
She looked over at him and grinned. "Yes."
"Hmmm...."
She pointed toward someone standing near a carriage. "Her."
He walked over to the girl and pushed her against the building her carriage
was beside.
From across the road she could hear the faint cry of pain.
The sound reassured her that she had made the right decision.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
TBC: It gets longer.......but also I'll bring in Darla, Spike, and Dru.
Tomorrow is more modern and Spike & Dru get brought in.
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?
AN: Josette is Buffy's 1700's name. I watched Dark Shadows a lot.
*~*~*~*1*~*~*~*
The fireplace in the corner beside her chair did little to warm her. But then
nothing did anymore. The price you pay for being dead, she mused. She leaned
back in her chair and studied Liam's features carefully. He really looked like an
angel. She had been waiting for him to wake up for two days, Now she was
worried she had taken too much from him.
He groaned and sat up.
"Finally!" She stood up.
His smile was feral. "You never did tell me your name."
"You're right. I didn't." She turned toward the door. In an instant he was
blocking her. He trailed his hand softly down her cheek.
"Josette," her voice trembled slightly.
"I'm hungry," his true face appeared.
"I thought you might be," she took his hand and led him out the door.
They walked calmly through the street, passing several people. "What about
them," he asked.
She sniffed the air. "No...murderers and, well, whores don't have the best
blood. But virgins and priests? Pure. To a certain degree of course. Naughty little
thoughts generally have an effect on the blood."
A man walked passed them, gazing intently at Josette.
Liam growled softly and pulled her against him. The man noticed the look of
challenge in his eyes and scurried away.
A soft laugh escaped her lips and she quickly covered her mouth with both
hands.
"Are you laughing at me," he was incredulous.
She nodded.
He smirked.
"I'm disappointed in you Angelus. You never seemed like the possessive
type."
"Angelus?"
"You needed a new name."
"Oh, really?" He smirked.
She looked over at him and grinned. "Yes."
"Hmmm...."
She pointed toward someone standing near a carriage. "Her."
He walked over to the girl and pushed her against the building her carriage
was beside.
From across the road she could hear the faint cry of pain.
The sound reassured her that she had made the right decision.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
TBC: It gets longer.......but also I'll bring in Darla, Spike, and Dru.
Tomorrow is more modern and Spike & Dru get brought in.
