A/N: I'm sorry to say that I won't be able to update very regularly because my university holidays just finished and I'm back to being busy with assignments and essays. But I will try and write more whenever I can.
Insane1- Your welcome. Wow someone's addicted to my story. Well I was addicted to your story and I still want a sequel!
Teri- Don't worry I won't be too hard on Giles, I'm also glad I picked him in the end. When I started writing this story and was thinking about who Sam would have been living with I totally forgot about him. The voting reminded me.
soulwarrior- Don't worry I'm not pissed off. Constructive criticism is very helpful. I'll try and answer your flaw comments:
1. I thought vampires couldn't enter someone living's place without an invite. (Like in that Angel episode where Kate's Dad was being Killed by vampires, Angel could enter without an invite once he was dead) Vampires are dead so I was pretty sure they didn't need invites.
2. Sam had her back to Angel when he entered. Her hair is browner than Buffy's, probably has a very different haircut and she's fifteen. So that's why I said that Angel didn't notice the similarities until he saw her face.
3. He could hear them before he got to the kitchen. He could hear them from outside. I must of not written that clearly enough, sorry.
4. Your right that is a plot flaw. A plot flaw that I ignored to get the story moving. I think that since Spike moved to Los Angeles about a year ago, Angel probably started feeling like Spike was his responsibility again. So if Spike started causing trouble and killing people then Angel would feel bad. Well I guess its just a plot hole.
Angel had Spike in grip-hold around the neck and would have been choking him to death despite the fact that vampires luckily didn't need oxygen. While Spike was struggling to get out of Angel's grip, he noticed that the room was emptier than it had been a few minutes ago. Specifically missing an annoying teenage girl.
"oody ell, am's on!"
"What was that?" Angel asked as he let go of his grip on Spike and grinned when he hit the floor.
"I said..." Spike answered picking himself of the floor, "Bloody Hell Sam's gone."
"The girl pretending to be Buffy's daughter?"
"She is Buffy's daughter, you wanker."
Spike picked up the photo that had been left on the kitchen counter and showed it to Angel. Angel stared at the picture of Buffy. The Buffy in the picture was older than the last time he had seen her. She was smiling at the photographer but behind the posed expression Angel could see the worry in her eyes. Angel's eyes started to mist up and a small half smile played on his lips. Spike groaned.
Angel looked up at Spike, "How did she get this photo?"
Spike looked frustrated, "How the hell would I know, do I look like a member of the Scooby gang!"
"I think we need to ring Sunnydale" Angel suggested.
"Right" Spike agreed with Angel then realised what he was doing.
"I mean, I was planning on doing that already" he added, not wanting to admit that Angel had a good idea and he was agreeing with it.
Sam wandered along the streets of Los Angeles. As she glanced around at the surrounding buildings she started to worry that she was heading into a bad part of town. Without her map this time Sam felt even more lost than before, lost and betrayed. But this time luck or maybe fate was on her side and she came across the building she had been looking for in the first place. It was a teen shelter for kids on the street.
Sam walked up to the door, knocked and nervously waited on the door step. The door was opened by a friendly looking, blond haired woman in her thirties. Sam wasn't sure what to say first.
"I uh, um..."
"Do you need a place to stay for the night?"
Sam nodded her head and let the lady lead her into the building. She then held out her hand to Sam.
"You look like you're new to the city. I'm Anne."
Sam took her hand and shook it, "Sam".
Anne smiled at the shy girl and wondered why for some reason she looked familiar.
In the living room of Sam's home Giles sat stirring his tea constantly, he had hoped the tea would have calmed his nerves but the worry was still eating away at him. Willow was pacing up and down the room as it gave her something to do, because when she sat still she starting feeling helpless. Xander who had joined them at the house not too long ago sat on the couch, his rigid posture and fidgeting hands were indicators of his concern.
None of them said anything. They had run out of ideas. Giles had rung all Sam's friends houses, Willow had rung the hospital and Xander had checked all Sam's favourite places around Sunnydale and even places she never went. They were desperate. The shrill ring of a telephone echoed through the house and they all jumped.
Willow lunged for the phone. Picking up the phone she said in a hopeful voice, "Hello?"
"Willow?" The voice on the end of the phone sounded familiar.
"...It's me Angel."
Willow's face looked surprised when she found out it was Angel. They hadn't heard from him in years, hadn't seen him since Buffy's funeral.
A/N- Sorry it's shortish. Anyone notice the plot hole in this part. If you don't then I can just pretend it didn't happen.