Title: Sins of the Father
Author: Jedi Slayer Kimmy (angel_w_bite@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: These characters belong to lord Jossie and the Mutant Enemy Crew, UPN, and lots of other network people that make a bucket load of cash.
Summary: Willow discovers a secret to her past that involves one of the Angel Investigations team. Everyone one else finds out that Willow isn't exactly who she claims to be. Will it tear the Slayerettes and AI crew apart? AU
Author's Note: Don't hurt me I'm just a poor Australian Uni student. I have been reading fics for about five years now but this is my first foray into the fic writing business, so be critical yet gentle to my poor writer's ego. The idea for this story came from one of the brainstorming sessions between my best friend Josh and I. We write a few words on a piece of paper and let our imaginations take it from there. If the story sucks blame Josh, LOL. Please read and review.
Part 1 - The Discovery
Willow sighed as she got out of bed this morning, it was October 2nd. It was thirteen years ago that she arrived in Sunnydale, clutching her suitcase while Angel held her hand. Tears coursed down both of their faces as Angel went to ring the door bell.
That would begin a new chapter in her life. The day the door shut on her life as a slayer's child. Her mother wouldn't be coming home anymore. She wouldn't open the door to the sight of little Willow playing 'Vampires and Slayers' with Angel when in reality she should have been in bed hours ago. She wouldn't be hearing the sweet Spanish lullaby that her mother would sing to her or her sister as she was tucking them in bed. She wouldn't even see her little sister's smiling face for the toddler was kidnapped by a rogue element within the watcher's council.
She felt again like the lost five year old that entered this house. Her mother's sister, Sheila, and her husband, Ira, had kindly taken her in and adopted her.
On this day the memories of her young mother flood over her. She will never forget her mother's face because she has been cursed to carry it as her own. The only difference between her mother Isabella, and her was that she was blessed with soulful brown eyes, while her mother's eyes were deep pools of blue.
She walks over to the wardrobe and pulls out the old black trunk that rests in a dark corner. In it contains all of the memories that she has of her mother. The ornate diamond encrusted cross that her mother gave her for communion. It would be pretty weird if the neighbours caught her wearing a crucifix when Ira is a prominent figure of the Jewish community.
"Yeah, that would be easy to explain."
At the bottom of the trunk lies her mother's diary. Every time she picks it she flinches and throws it back in the trunk like its red leather binding scolds her small hand. "Just pick it up and read it Willow it's not going to bite you."
She picked it up and began to read.
November 10, 1980
Dear Diary,
Happy 14th Birthday to me. I was accosted by some British Guy in the library today who told me that he was going to show me my destiny. So I ended up sitting in a graveyard with a wooden stick in my hand. Great Destiny! Then a vampire crawls out of a grave and attacks me. The stuffy Brit tells me that I should but the stick through its heart and then it turned into dust. After I got over the shock that vampires are real he filled me in on the destiny biz. In every generation there is a chosen one. She will stand against the vampires, demons and the forces of darkness. She is the slayer. Well technically I am the slayer.
Willow continued to flick through the journal until she found an entry that was dated on her birthday.
February 7th, 1982 It's weird sitting here holding little Willow's hand. I feel like a child myself and now I have the responsibility of raising one. Angel keeps looking at her and smiling. He has been a great friend to me the last couple of years.
My watcher introduced us about a week after I started training. Mr Giles said that he was helping Angel throughout a difficult period. Who would of thought of a vampire with a soul? Angel is really great. He spars with me and tells me all about his life, and his undead life. I tried teaching him a Spanish song that my mother taught me, but it turns out that the handsome vampire can't really carry a tune.
My father was killed by a vampire over nine months ago. I sought comfort from anotherand that's how I ended up with my Willow. Angel is holding her now and what a pair they make. The knowledge that he can never be a real father to her hurts him and me. He is confined to the night, a world of darkness that he wants me to keep Willow away from. It hurts us both that he won't be able to raise her like a father should and it hurts him even more that she will never know that her father is a vampire, that she is Angel's child.
"I think you just told me mum."
Part 2 - The Confrontation
"Hey Will what's with the suitcase?" said Buffy.
"Hiya Buffy. I've got to go out of town for a couple of days."
"What's going on?"
"Family thing out of town tell Xander I'll be back in time to help him with his paper." "I think that our college boy will be ringing you up every five minutes. Ever since he enrolled and Sunnydale U he has been like a man possessed with the studying."
Buffy turns around and notices that she has been talking to herself and the front door is open.
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"Hey Cordy, do you know where the Robinson file is?"
"Was that the disappearing kid file or the scaly green demon file?"
Author: Jedi Slayer Kimmy (angel_w_bite@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: These characters belong to lord Jossie and the Mutant Enemy Crew, UPN, and lots of other network people that make a bucket load of cash.
Summary: Willow discovers a secret to her past that involves one of the Angel Investigations team. Everyone one else finds out that Willow isn't exactly who she claims to be. Will it tear the Slayerettes and AI crew apart? AU
Author's Note: Don't hurt me I'm just a poor Australian Uni student. I have been reading fics for about five years now but this is my first foray into the fic writing business, so be critical yet gentle to my poor writer's ego. The idea for this story came from one of the brainstorming sessions between my best friend Josh and I. We write a few words on a piece of paper and let our imaginations take it from there. If the story sucks blame Josh, LOL. Please read and review.
Part 1 - The Discovery
Willow sighed as she got out of bed this morning, it was October 2nd. It was thirteen years ago that she arrived in Sunnydale, clutching her suitcase while Angel held her hand. Tears coursed down both of their faces as Angel went to ring the door bell.
That would begin a new chapter in her life. The day the door shut on her life as a slayer's child. Her mother wouldn't be coming home anymore. She wouldn't open the door to the sight of little Willow playing 'Vampires and Slayers' with Angel when in reality she should have been in bed hours ago. She wouldn't be hearing the sweet Spanish lullaby that her mother would sing to her or her sister as she was tucking them in bed. She wouldn't even see her little sister's smiling face for the toddler was kidnapped by a rogue element within the watcher's council.
She felt again like the lost five year old that entered this house. Her mother's sister, Sheila, and her husband, Ira, had kindly taken her in and adopted her.
On this day the memories of her young mother flood over her. She will never forget her mother's face because she has been cursed to carry it as her own. The only difference between her mother Isabella, and her was that she was blessed with soulful brown eyes, while her mother's eyes were deep pools of blue.
She walks over to the wardrobe and pulls out the old black trunk that rests in a dark corner. In it contains all of the memories that she has of her mother. The ornate diamond encrusted cross that her mother gave her for communion. It would be pretty weird if the neighbours caught her wearing a crucifix when Ira is a prominent figure of the Jewish community.
"Yeah, that would be easy to explain."
At the bottom of the trunk lies her mother's diary. Every time she picks it she flinches and throws it back in the trunk like its red leather binding scolds her small hand. "Just pick it up and read it Willow it's not going to bite you."
She picked it up and began to read.
November 10, 1980
Dear Diary,
Happy 14th Birthday to me. I was accosted by some British Guy in the library today who told me that he was going to show me my destiny. So I ended up sitting in a graveyard with a wooden stick in my hand. Great Destiny! Then a vampire crawls out of a grave and attacks me. The stuffy Brit tells me that I should but the stick through its heart and then it turned into dust. After I got over the shock that vampires are real he filled me in on the destiny biz. In every generation there is a chosen one. She will stand against the vampires, demons and the forces of darkness. She is the slayer. Well technically I am the slayer.
Willow continued to flick through the journal until she found an entry that was dated on her birthday.
February 7th, 1982 It's weird sitting here holding little Willow's hand. I feel like a child myself and now I have the responsibility of raising one. Angel keeps looking at her and smiling. He has been a great friend to me the last couple of years.
My watcher introduced us about a week after I started training. Mr Giles said that he was helping Angel throughout a difficult period. Who would of thought of a vampire with a soul? Angel is really great. He spars with me and tells me all about his life, and his undead life. I tried teaching him a Spanish song that my mother taught me, but it turns out that the handsome vampire can't really carry a tune.
My father was killed by a vampire over nine months ago. I sought comfort from anotherand that's how I ended up with my Willow. Angel is holding her now and what a pair they make. The knowledge that he can never be a real father to her hurts him and me. He is confined to the night, a world of darkness that he wants me to keep Willow away from. It hurts us both that he won't be able to raise her like a father should and it hurts him even more that she will never know that her father is a vampire, that she is Angel's child.
"I think you just told me mum."
Part 2 - The Confrontation
"Hey Will what's with the suitcase?" said Buffy.
"Hiya Buffy. I've got to go out of town for a couple of days."
"What's going on?"
"Family thing out of town tell Xander I'll be back in time to help him with his paper." "I think that our college boy will be ringing you up every five minutes. Ever since he enrolled and Sunnydale U he has been like a man possessed with the studying."
Buffy turns around and notices that she has been talking to herself and the front door is open.
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"Hey Cordy, do you know where the Robinson file is?"
"Was that the disappearing kid file or the scaly green demon file?"
