Author : Wild-Melody

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

Warning : None

I hope you like this one, I think it's got to be my favorite so far…wait till you get to the end. You'll love it and really won't be able to wait for the next chapter to find out what happens to Angel Starr. Well enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Chapter 6

"Another one?" Cordy asked, looking down at the body of the young girl. She was about Angel Starr's age, give or take a month or two. The similarities didn't stop there though, the hair color was an almost perfect match as was the build and the height. They only thing they would never know was if the eyes matched too, the girl's eyes had been poked or gouged out or something horrible like that. Cordy shuddered, looking up and down the deserted alley. "I'm telling you, I know she has something to do with it!" She whispered to Angel, who was standing directly next to her, staring in horrid fascination at the young girl's body. "Oh so do not go all 'Grr' on us now!" She said, hitting him on the arm.

"Huh?" He said, turning his attention back to the problem at hand. "What?"

Cordy pointed down to the body, "You, blood, 'Grr' factor, not now!" Cordy said, pointing a finger directly at his chest. "And as I was saying, I'm positive that that girl has something to do with this. This is what? Like the third or fourth girl that's come up dead and de-eyed within the vicinity of the office building, since the week that she arrived here…" She looked at him only to find that he was staring into space, not listening to a word she had just spoken. "Angel!?" She said. No response. "ANGEL!!" She yelled in his ear. He jumped, looking at her curiously. "Are you going to stay with us or wonder around in neverneverland again?" She asked

"Um, yeah." He said. "What ever you say." He said absent-minded.

Cordelia threw her hands up in the air in exasperation. "So do not go Buffy on me again!" She shouted up into the sky.

"What are you talking about Cordelia?" Angel asked, looking at her curiously. *I'm beginning to think that maybe she's lost her mind…* Angel chuckled to himself.

"You plus spacing out equals Buffyitis." Cordelia said, like it was the most obvious thing on the planet.

"Um, yeah. If you say so Cordelia." Angel said, "Are you sure your feeling alright?" He asked suddenly turning to look over where Angel Starr and Wesley stood talking to Gunn. "Find anything else?" He called.

Wesley shook his head. "Just where the struggle took place and…." His voice trailed off, a look of disgust crossing his features.

Angel started towards them, noticing that Angel Starr had suddenly gone very pale. "And what?" He asked, "What else did you find?"

Angel Starr turned watery eyes up to him, "What does this mean?" She asked, pointing down to the dirty ground, her face contorted with fear.

Angel looked at her curiously than over to Wesley and Gunn and noticed that each of them was wearing pretty much the same look of revulsion that the young girl was. He looked down at what had caught their attention and felt his stomach turn with revulsion and his mind scream. In bloody letters made of parts, torn eyes and entrails, the message had been left: 'I will find the Slayer's daughter and when I do, all hell is going to brake loose.'

Angel Starr stared horrified down at the writing in the dirt, the entrails and severed eyeballs and blood and gore. She'd seen this all before, not so very long ago in Sunnydale, shortly after her mother's death.

*Flashback* (OH, I haven't done one of these before!)

Willow and Angel Starr running through a damp and poorly illuminated back alley, heavy footsteps pounding behind them, only mere seconds behind them…

"This way!" Willow panted, nearly out of breath. Her red shaded hair plastered to her face, mascara and make-up smudged from the exertion. She darted down a darker side alley, Starr right behind her.

"Where are we going Willow?" Starr asked trying to keep up with Willow's longer gait.

"Not much further Starry honey." Willow said risking a quick glance behind them.

Angel Starr gritted her teeth. "Don't call me that!" She exclaimed at the same time she proceeded to fall flat on her face. She quickly sat up and spun around to see what it was she had tripped over and preceded to start screaming.

Willow quickly clamped a hand over mouth, but her eyes too were opened wide in horror as she caught a glimpse of what Starr had fallen over. A body. A dead body. With the eyes removed. Willow shuddered, the chill running up her spine than quickly running back down. "Come on! Get up." Willow whispered, tugging on Starr's arms. "Get UP!"

Angel Starr struggled to get to her feet, but she couldn't take her eyes off of the girl's dead body. The girl's likeness to herself was uncanny. They could've been related. The hair, facial features, height, weight, build were all so similar. Had this girl paid with her life because of her likeness to the Slayer's daughter?

Angel Starr than noticed the writing near the dead body. The writing made from the girl's own missing eyeballs and blood. 'I will find the Slayer's daughter and when I do, all hell is going to break loose.'

Again Angel Starr shuddered and returned her gaze and attention back to Angel and his friends.

"The Slayer's daughter?" Angel said, looking curiously at Angel Starr. "Raine is the current Slayer you said? Faith had died, as did Buffy." At her nod that he was correct, he turned to look back down at the disturbing message. "The Slayer's daughter?" He repeated. "Does Raine have a daughter?"

"No." Angel Starr answered, her voice a mere whisper.

"Then what are they talking about?" Angel questioned. "As far as I know Faith never had a child. I know Buffy never did." Angel Starr's eyes suddenly looked away, anywhere but at the man she knew to be her father. "What?" Angel asked, noticing her sudden behavior.

"Nothing." Angel Starr lied. "Just the mention of her…" *Just the thought of this thing being here after me…Oh no, it'll come after all of you also.* Her mind despaired. *I have to go, have to get away from this place. It's me it wants, nothing else, just me and my uniqueness…if I go it won't bother you…* The first stirrings of a plan began to form in the back of her mind.

Angel stared at her, not convinced. *Is it possible that maybe Cordelia is correct in her assumptions of this girl?* He wondered, suddenly looking from Angel Starr over to where Cordy was now leaning against the alley wall. *Is this all a cover up for what she's really here for? Is she actually a demon of some form or another and had everybody mind warped somehow so they didn't know it? Did she really betray Buffy in the end like Cordelia believes?* The questions steadily streamed through his mind. *Is it possible that she's actually the one doing all this stuff and using this as a ruse to cover it up?*

Angel looked to his friends, "Back to the (forget the hotel's((Hyperion?)) name, find out later)," He said, making a mental note to ask Angel Starr a few questions in private. "We'll do some research and see if we can come up with what we're up against." He turned and begun to walk away, knowing that each one of them would fall into step behind him.

"So I guess we're going to trust the little freak…." He heard Cordy whisper to someone, probably trying to provoke Angel Starr into making a slip up. *I'll handle her later, don't you worry about that Cordelia.* Angel thought to himself.

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Cordelia gritted her teeth against the pain that exploded in her head. *Nothing like a paranormal headache.* She said to herself. Images started flashing into her mind.

*Buffy and Angel Starr out patrolling together….Buffy talking to Willow about something important having to do with Angel Starr…the word untrustworthy being said…Angel Starr and Buffy dueling with swords…getting jumped by some mean looking vampires and Buffy laying on the ground wounded…Angel Starr running away with the vampires, laughing as tears of mirth spring to her eyes…*

Cordelia screamed, kneading the palms of her hands against her temples. *Why did I insist on coming home tonight?* She asked herself. *I left that backstabbing little monster there alone with them and they have no idea what she is…no idea at all.* Tears sprang to her eyes, could she get to the old hotel building in time or would it be to late….she knew she had to get there tonight, something big was going to happen tonight.

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Angel Starr couldn't sleep, so she was down in the parlor of the old building looking up at the half moon. It was not as nearly pretty here as it was at her own home…where was home again? She mused. *I want so badly to go home Mom.* She sighed. *I want to be away from this place…I have to leave this place. I'm afraid if I stay here it'll come after them too. It came after Mom and she just barely survived…I couldn't stand if someone really got hurt just because of me…* The tears began to flow then. She didn't try to stop them, she just left them slide down her cheeks, falling in small pools on the cold concrete.

"Couldn't sleep either?" Angel asked from the darkness behind her.

"No, just thinking." She answered. "How close were you and Buffy really?" She asked.

Angel just looked at her. He shook his head. "I don't think that's any of your business really."

"I was just wondering." Angel Starr said. She continued to look up at the bright half moon. "She spoke of you often, even after…" She trailed off, not sure if she could go on. "Everyone spoke of you. Willow, Xander," Angel snorted at that one. "Tara and Aunt Dawn. Anya really didn't like me too much. Mom always said it was the demon in her."

Angel looked at her curiously. *Anya's demon was gone…* Angel thought. *Slip up number one coming up on a silver platter.* "Who are you?" Angel asked, walking up to stand directly behind her chair.

"You know who I am." She said, turning around to look at him puzzled.

"No, who are you really. Why was Buffy protecting you. I'd never heard anything about you. I'm sure if you were something important enough to require the kind of safeguarding she put into you, she would've told me something about you…but she didn't. Why?"

Angel Starr's eyes remained blank. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She lied and he knew it.

"Oh, yes you do. I don't think she was voluntarily protecting you, I think you were making her do it and that's why she never mentioned you to me." He said, walking around the chair so he was standing directly in front of her. "I think you either put some sort of spell on her and her friends or you brainwashed them somehow or another. I don't think you are really who you say you are." He bent down so he was eye level with her. "You're going to tell me who you are, right now."

"You already know who I am." She said.

"I know who you pretend to be, but I don't really know you." He said, looking into her hazel-green eyes. "I know you look to much like Buffy for it to be coincidence. You'd either have to be related to her or a shape shifter…and considering you and Anya never really talked, my guess would be that you are a shape shifter." His dark eyes were drilling into hers. "Anya wouldn't have like another Demon moving into her territory when she was an actual Demon and since she really didn't like you my guess would be you were a Demon. You were controlling Buffy and the others somehow. That's what I'm going to find out, how you were doing it."

She finally stood up, causing him to fall backwards on his haunches. He looked up at her and quickly got up on his feet too. "I have no idea at all of what you are talking about." She said.

He looked down at her. "Yes you do." He said, putting his game face on. She didn't flinch or bat an eyelash, that only reinforced his thoughts on her. He advanced on her, making her retreat. She took a few steps back. He lunged, determined he'd make her change into her actual form. She just side-stepped out of the way. He grabbed her by her upper arm as he flew past. They both slammed to the floor, Angel landing slightly on top of her, pinning her to the floor. She struggled against him, trying to throw him off.

"Do you mind?" She yelled.

"Not at all," He quipped.

"Well I do!" She was starting to get pissed. "I'm warning you right now, get the hell off of me before I do something your not going to like very much!"

"Oh? Like what?"

"This!" She shouted as she suddenly sent him flying through the air. She heard a deep intake of breath from the staircase and turned to see Wesley standing there, staring open mouthed at her.

"What in the hell are you?" He asked. "You definitely are not human…"

Angel Starr looked from both Wesley and Angel to the reflection of herself in the mirror across the room. Tears were starting to roll down her face one more. "Who are you?" Wesley said, taking a few steps towards her.

She took a deep breath. "I am Angel Starr Summers…Buffy's daughter." Then she turned and ran out the door, into the just early morning light. Dawn would be in another hour or so, but the skies were just beginning to lighten up…

Angel stared in fascination at the spot where the girl had just been…*I need to call Sunnydale…* He thought. *Someone should be able to explain this thing. I hope at least….* He turned to look at the door, it was still open. *Buffy's daughter? Could it be true? And if it is, why did she just run?*

Your friend,

~Angel~