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

Timeline: around 1775

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.

An 2: Thank you for the feedback. I'm really rather glowy :)

AN 3: Maybe I should explain "Josette's" relationship with Darla. Sorta like Spike's and

Angelus'....'cept they like each other. To a degree.

AN 4: I don't remember the exact times for Drusilla and Spike's siring, so I just guessed

basically.
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The night air hummed all around Josette as she waited for Angelus to come back from

his hunting. He'd picked up the thrill of the kill sooner than she would have expected. His skill was

almost frightening. The wind blew her hair around like a halo. She could feel a heartbeat coming

closer to her.

A slight smirk crossed her face and she began walking slowly. Her new stalker's footsteps

filled her ears.

She felt her anger flare as he touched her, forcefully pulling her back against him.

"Well you're quite the pretty one."

She turned around angrily, "And you're quite the dead one." Her smile bordered on

deadly.

He chuckled and before he could move her fangs were in his neck. She pulled away

and spit out what little blood she had gotten from him. His hand quickly raised to cover his neck and

he tried to run away. "Um....no I don't think so." She grabbed him and snapped his neck.

"Damn, guess I'll have to find another one."

The shadows growled behind Josette. She smirked.

"Hello Darla."

"How'd you know," Darla stepped out of the shadows and adjusted her hat.

"Your growl has a speech impediment."

"Did you change him?"

"You're changing the subject and yes I did."

"Will the master be pleased?"

"I think so."

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Angelus sauntered into the room of the abandoned mansion they were stationed in.

The blood he'd just taken giving him artificial warmth. "Josette," he called in a sing-song tone.

He heard her laughter coming from the parlor and crept silently to the door.

"No really, what did you have to promise the master to convince him to let you

come?"

A woman's voice answered, "Just....well you already know."

"Ewww."

Angelus peeped through the slightly open door and saw Josette sitting with another

blonde woman. From where his position he couldn't get a good look at her but from what he

could see he knew she was pretty. But not like Josette. This girl had more of a black aura surrounding

her whereas Josette's was gold-ish. Odd for something evil, he thought to himself.

"What *have* you been up to Josette. I haven't seen you for about 60 years."

"Well, Darla, I was in France for a while. But there was a bit of a riot. Then Japan,

where there was almost another riot, you know maybe I should just stay inside for a long

time."

Darla laughed mildly. "Maybe it would be for the best."

"Hi Angelus," Josette called to the door.

He sauntered in and sat beside her on the red velvet chaise.

Darla eyed him appreciatively. "Hello," she tried to made her voice sensual.

He raised an eyebrow and eyed her in return. "Hi."

Josette watched this exchange silently.

"I'm Darla." She fluttered her eyelashes.

"I heard."

"You've heard of me?"

"No, I heard Josette say your name."

"Darla's my sire, so, Angelus say hello to your grandmother," Josette smirked.

If looks could kill, she thought gleefully as Darla shot daggers with her eyes.

"Well, it'll be morning soon," Darla stood.

"Yes it will."

"Where will I be sleeping?"

Josette gaped, which was something she really never did, then sighed and pointed

to a room across the hall.

Darla's smile didn't reach her eyes. "And what about Angelus?"

Josette leaned forward and smiled coldly. "Where do you think?"

Darla turned and left the room.

Josette sighed and sank back into the chaise.

"Will she be with us for long," Angelus asked staring at the door.

"Do you want her to be?" Josette's eyes were almost expressionless except for a

hint of weariness.

He turned quickly to look at Josette. "Not particularly."

She gave him the first genuine smile he'd seen all night. The smile faded soon

though, "When are you leaving?"

"I'm not."

"No? That's what always happens. Darla usually speeds up the process though."

She frowned slightly.

"Then I can't promise anything," he smirked.

Her hazel eyes flashed angrily.

He held up his hands. "You said it happens anyway."

She stood up. "Goodnight," she didn't bother looking at him.

He wondered briefly if he'd made a good decision then ran after her.

She'd known he would.



*** *** England, 1872 *** ***


Angelus was draining the last of the priest's blood when someone opened the other

door of the confessional booth. A pale, dark-haired girl sat on the other side.

"Forgive me Father," she mumbled drawing a cross through the air in front of her.

"What is your sin child," Angelus asked uncertainly, dropping the priest.

"My mummy and I were walking past the mine. I told her I knew it would collapse

and then it did. Mummy said that I'm evil. Cursed." Her voice trembled.

"Aye, your mother is right. You are a demon. You should come to church more."

She turned glassy eyes to look at him through the screen separating the two. "Yes

Father." She moved to open the door.

"And child," he had gotten into his role.

"Yes?"

"God is watching."



*** 2 weeks later


Josette and Darla waited impatiently for Angelus and Drusilla to get back. They

were both rather proud of the way he had mentally tortured her. Killed her family and all.

Angelus glided in with Drusilla clinging to him. Josette shot Drusilla a glare and watched

the younger girl let go to dance around the room.

"You're late," Josette poured a glass of the brandy Darla had "bought" from a little

shop.

He rolled his eyes and sauntered to Josette, wrapping his arms around her

mid-section and pulling her roughly against him. She gasped and leaned into him, smiling

as he nuzzled her neck. She hazarded a glance at Darla and noticed the fascinated gleam

in her eyes. She should have remembered about Darla's voyeuristic tendencies, but then

that had been a fun month.

Drusilla began whining. Darla rolled her eyes and walked toward her. "What's the

matter Dru," Darla asked with mock of concern, speaking to her as if she were a child.

Drusilla pointed to Angelus. "Oh," Darla said knowingly.

"I'm hungry," she said, putting her hands over her stomach.

"Let's go then," Angelus let go of Josette and walked to the door with Drusilla

following closely behind.

"Are you coming," he stopped to look at the other two.

"Yes," Josette gave in and followed with Darla beside her.



***

"What about him," Josette pointed to a young blond man hurrying past them.

Drusilla smiled and followed him.

They all smiled at the viciousness of Drusilla's attack. Angelus frowned when she

released him before he was drained. His eyes blazed when he realised she was changed

the boy.


*** ***

Spike, as he'd made everyone call him, sauntered in. He was so much like Angelus

it was scary. "Hello luv," he greeted Josette.

She smiled at him. "How was it?"

"I love the power," he stated as he inhaled his cigarette.

"Good. It's always a good thing when you enjoy power. And torturing."

He grinned. "Where's the poof and Dru?"

"Probably out adding to the 'family'. I don't know if you've noticed or not but

your Dru has an obsession about family."

"I've noticed. She goes insane....-er whenever I suggest we leave."

She just smiled. "Don't worry....you two'll be on your own soon."

"I hope so, no offense of course."

*** *** ***

Next we'll be skipping ahead to 1997 cause I'm impatient.