Author : Wild-Melody

Disclaimer : I don't own it though I wish I did.

Warning : None

Chapter 4: Part B

Angel Starr glanced out the window again, watching as the scenery rushed past, taking her further and further away from everything that she had known, everything that she had ever loved. She was going to a new place a new world, well a new world for her at least. This was her dad's world, well…he was as close as she would ever come to having a dad anyways.

Her birth and life was one of curiosity, one really that couldn't be explained. There had only ever been one other person in the whole world like her…that was centuries ago, lifetimes ago. That child had only survived for a few months, four at the most until an evil vampire *weren't they all evil?* popped through Angel Starr's mind, *Well, besides Dad.* Anyway, an evil vampire killed the child, hungry for the blood of something the world had never seen before and was figured would never see again. Until Angel's birth that is. Nasties came after her just the same, after her unique blood that was even more potent than the blood of the traditional Slayers. Angel Starr was a Pure Slayer, made solely to fight…or that was what Mr. Giles had thought.

Time would prove him and everyone else wrong. *Time always proves everyone wrong.* Angel Starr thought, her memories of her mother flashing through her mind. Sitting with her mother at the end of the couch as Buffy related the story of her and Angel's love and his leaving, never knowing about Angel Starr's birth. Her promise to always be there for her, no matter what. *Lies,* Starr thought, *All lies. She broke her most important promise to me.* The tears started to flow once more, silently gliding down her smooth cheeks. She hung her head, allowing her blond hair to cascade around her face and creating a curtain to hide her emotions from the rest of the car's passengers.

Willow sat in the back of Xander's jeep with Tara, both were silent. Starr sat up front with Xander, who also was quiet. *Nice mood.* Starr thought, clearing her mind of all the hurtful and sad thoughts. "How much longer?" She asked, braking the silence.

Xander jumped, looking quickly over at the young Slayer. He glanced at the clock on the Jeep's dashboard. 7:23 pm, they'd left around six, they should have another half hour drive or just a little more. "Not long." Xander answered. "Half hour give or take a few minutes." His eyes returned to the road. "You doing alright?"

She quickly bobbed her head. "Yeah, I'm fine." She answered quietly. She turned around in her seat and looked back at Willow and Tara. "Tell me about him." She told the witches.

"Xander?" Willow asked, looking curiously from Xander to Starr.

"No," Starr said. "Tell me about my father. Tell me about Angel. Mom didn't really tell me to much about him."

Willow shut her eyes, her mind wondering. *What do you tell a child about a father they never met and who doesn't even know they exist?* Willow asked herself. "He's Angel." Was all Willow could think to say.

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The sun was just beginning it's descent and Angel was getting prepared to journey out into the wilds of L.A.'s nightlife. This was his nightly ritual, an attempt to make amends for what he had done over the centuries as a soulless vampire, for all the people he had hurt. Plus, it helped to keep her off of his mind…help to make him forget Willow's last visit, when she had told him about Buffy's fate and….

*No,* He thought, *I won't think of it. Nothing comes from thinking about it. Nothing will bring Buffy back.* He glanced out one of the windows, watching as the cars and people streamed past, in a hurry to get where ever it was they were going. *So much different than Sunnydale,* He thought. "Maybe if I had been there…maybe if I hadn't left after her Graduation…* He paused in his thoughts as a familiar Jeep pulled up outside and parked just in front of the old building. *Potential Customer?* Angel wondered, preparing to call out for Wesley. *It's his department after all…*

Angel watched as Xander, Willow and Tara stepped out of the old beat up Jeep. Xander helped a blond girl out from the passenger side and Angel thought, if his heart was still beating, it would've stopped. *Buffy?!* His mind screamed. *What sort of trick is this?*

The door silently opened, but from somewhere within the enormous building a silent bell went off to alert the residents of a potential customer or intruder. Moment's later Wesley was coming down the stairs, combing a hand through his hair. He stopped suddenly when he saw who it was. "What?" He asked, looking strangely at the young girl who had accompanied his friends in. "Who is she?"

Willow spoke up, stepping to the front of the group, the young girl in question now stood behind her. "Her name is Angel Starr…" Willow broke off, not sure how to say the rest. *Why Buffy did you have to make me promise not to tell him?" She silently cried. "I can't tell you anymore about her other than that she was under Buffy's care. Buffy made me promise to bring her here to you if anything should ever happen to her. We tried taking care of her ourselves, but even Raine couldn't do it. They just kept coming and coming. We couldn't do it ourselves. So, we finally fulfilled Buffy's last wish and brought her to you."

Angel looked at the young girl. *Amazing how much she looks like her, how much she resembles Buffy.* He thought, his dark eyes grazing over the girl. "Why was Buffy protecting her?"

"I can't say."

"Willow, if you expect me to take her in, your going to have to tell me what I'm up against, why whatever was after her." Angel said, walking up to the girl. Most people when they first met him trembled in fear, like they could sense he wasn't quite human. Her dark hazel eyes stared back at him, no signs of fear in them. He could swear it seemed like they almost narrowed, like she was measuring him up. A growl escaped from low in his throat. She didn't even flinch, her eyes just narrowed more.

"Don't try to intimidate me." She said, her voice was soft and sounded so much like Buffy's.

"Who are you?" Angel asked, taking a step back from the strange girl.

"I am Angel Starr, as you were already told. Anymore stupid questions?"

Angel glared at her. "What your tongue." He said, stalking up to her. She wasn't afraid of him, she didn't even tremble or quiver. Her attitude was like Buffy's, but she also resembled him in some aspects. Angel's eyes narrowed even more. "Who are you?" He repeated, putting double meaning behind the question.

"I am the Slayer, the chosen one." The girl said.

Angel's growl that time was unmistakable. "How DARE you?!" He roared, almost loosing his temper until he felt a calming hand placed on his arm.

"She spent to much time out with Buffy, patrolling." Willow said, stepping in between Angel and Starr. "She didn't mean anything by it Angel." The witch shot a glance over to the blond haired girl. "Did you Starr? Angel use to know Buffy, they were very good friends." The look on Angel's face said otherwise.

"How well?" Starr asked, her voice soft once again. So much like Buffy's.

"Very." Was all Angel said.

"Will you watch her or not?" Willow asked.

Angel glared at the girl. *Just what I need, a babysitting job on top of everything else.* He looked down at Willow. *Well, she would keep me busy and that would help to take my mind off of Buffy, but then again she looks so much like Buffy it just might not help…* "As long as she doesn't cause me any trouble." He finally said.

"She'll be a perfect Angel." Willow said, smiling brightly. Both Angel and Angel Starr glared at her. Willow just continued smiling.

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Starr watched as the Jeep pulled away, taking the last links to her past along with it. She turned around, looking up at her Father, who didn't know he was her father. Her eyes started to tear up and she fought for control, pushing the mistiness away. "I'm not usually that…rude." Starr said, looking up at Angel. "It's just with all that's happened and Mo-ah-money shortages and all…" She looked away, she couldn't believe she'd almost slipped up that bad. "Things have been hard."

Angel smiled down at her, a smile so like her own…she wondered, *Perhap's I got my smile from him instead of Mom?* She tucked that idea in the back of her mind for later study.

She heard a ruckus on the stairway and turned to just see a beautiful brunette come running down the steps. The woman stopped at the base of the stairs and looked directly in to Starr's hazel eyes. They stared at each other for a span of a few heartbeats when the woman suddenly cried out, her hands going to her head. Angel was beside her in an instant, trying to pull her towards a near by chair. "Wesley!" He yelled out, at the top of his lungs, even though they don't work. "Gunn! Hey, come on guys! Cordelia's having another vision."

Two men came running down the steps, neither one taking notice of the young girl standing next to the front door. The brunette seemed to come out of her dose of severe pain and her dark eyes immediately sought out Angel Starr. Her eyes opened wide in horror as she stared at the young girl before saying in a voice full of terror and despair and pain, "You were there. YOU were there when Buffy died. You had something to do with Buffy's death. You KILLED Buffy!"

All eye's suddenly turned to Angel Starr. Eyes filled with hate. She backed up, shaking her head in denial. "No I didn't do it." She whispered.