Disclaimer: I own none, only Casey. I may not even own the plot which may be owned by Ivorycat (read her stories, they're good!). She also may be writing for this, so look out for her input. Joss, the insane god he is, owns the whole cast of characters you see, save again, for Casey, she is mine.
Attention: Look, there will be talk of, if not seen, cases of child abuse from Holtz. This happens because in my time line, Holtz took much of his anger out on Casey, and some out on Connor. But Connor was the favorite child of the two. More about that later. There also may be instance of corporal punishment. I would like to inform people that child abuse and corporal punishment are two different things. Corporal punishment will only happen when there is need for it to happen, and it will always be done in a loving environment.
Author's Note: I am going to try and put my teenage characters though what normal teenagers go through. That may be bad grades, idiot teachers, sexual harassment, drugs, alcohol, and that such. Some may be embellished a little, but guess what? If they are, that's because I have yet to experience them in my high school. Now don't say that I make this some kind of soap opera, because quite frankly, life is one.
Summery- A girl from no where shows up, giving the Fang Gang one big surpise.
Chapter One- She's Who?
The Fang Gang watched the doors, hoping that "The Destroyer" would walk back through them, embracing them. Well, it was mostly Angel hoping for this to happen, the rest were looking towards Angel himself, worried about the souled vampire. The group staring festival was interrupted by the sound of something heavy falling on to the floor. They all turned around; fearing that another demon had come through the portal. But it was no such thing, instead a girl was backing herself towards the wall, looking around wildly, eyes wide in terror.
"Where's Stephen?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Angel's heart was pained when he heard the name that, that man had dared to call his son. And that his son insisted on being called that.
Cordelia was the first one to react towards the frightened girl, she kneeled down and slowly reaching out, as if she was about to comfort a frightened animal. "Stephen went outside," she pointed towards the doors, the girl's eyes followed, but soon were transfixed back on Cordelia's in an instant, but Cordelia kept on talking. "I really don't think you would want to go out there. Why don't we just up upstairs and make sure you can get more comfortable," Cordelia smiled once more and help the girl up.
The girl looked down at the ill-fitting clothes, and then looked back up at Cordelia. "Is there a stream were it would be possible for me to wash my clothes?"
Cordelia smiled on the outside, but on the inside, her heart broke, "Sweetheart, I think I can get you some new, and better fitting clothes."
The girl shook her head, "Please don't do that. If I lose these clothes, father will make sure I don't have any until Stephen grows out his. See, I don't do much, so I'm really just an extra mouth to feed," the girl sobbed, making her look much younger than she probably was.
"Sweetie, you don't have to worry, I promised. Now I'm Cordelia, Cordy if you like, now what's your name?" Cordelia wrapped an arm around the thin girl's shoulders.
"Casey," the girl said as she was led away by the bubbly Cordelia.
The rest of the group looked at each other, not really knowing what to do. "Who is Casey?" Fred asked, finally voicing the question that was on everybody's mind at the moment.
"I don't know, I really don't know" Angel said, sinking down into a couch.
"Don't worry Angel-cakes. We'll get everything sorted out eventually," Lorne put a comforting, if not awkward hand on the vampire's shoulder.
Angel looked up at the host, who had been nothing but a friend to him, "Thanks Lorne, thanks a lot. But I think I just need to be alone right now."
Lorne nodded, but before he turned away, he squeezed Angel's shoulder, giving his friend just one more reassurance that he had friends that were around and supported what ever he chose to do.
Dragging himself off the couch, he walked upstairs and past the room that Cordelia usually inhabited if she stayed overnight at the Hyperion. Knocking he walked in, hoping to unraveling this mystery that seemed to fall out of the portal.
"Angel, hi!" Cordelia greeted her best friend as he sank into a chair in the corner of the room.
"Did you learn anything?" he asked sullenly, all his energy was sapped out of him.
"Well, I'm not really sure how you're going to like this," Cordelia started off.
"How I'm going to like what?" Angel pursued some how he had a feeling that he was really not going to like this.
"I'm your daughter," Casey said, leaning on the door jam that separated the adjoining bathroom from the rest of the room. She was wearing one of Cordelia's old tee shirts that hung off her thin frame.