A/N: Again, I don't own any of them.if you want a complete history of
Angelus/Angel, check out the WB's website. They've got all three hundred
years of terror posted. -TR
Chapter 2
Now it was my turn to laugh. "Some days I wish you had killed me brother. You did get rid of Papa and Mother, but me, no. You left Mother twisted on the floor of our parent's bedroom. And Papa, well, you left him with his throat torn out in the chapel." I paused to see him see him smile. "Back then I found no amusement in it, but now, that was some pretty impressive work for a fledgling vamp."
"I thought so myself."
"Oh, but there was one mistake. Darla wasn't there to supervise that very first victim you took without her. She wasn't there to make sure that you did the first thing that is an instinct for any predator. Kill. You didn't kill the little girl that looked up to her big brother. Should have come back for me Liam."
"Angelus," he bit.
"Excuse me, Angelus."
"Well, like you said Cathy-"
"Mia." I bit back just the same.
"Mia." He smirked. "Like you said, you were a little girl. Barley eight if memory serves me-so how does an eight year old, near death, recover, grow up and become a vampire? But wait, it gets even better. How is it no one noticed considering you are the mortal sibling of the greatest demon of all times?"
I laughed at him again. "Remember those gypsies that cursed you with a soul? It was one of their bands that brought me back from the edge. They took me in, changed my name, and taught me how magic worked, tried to give me a normal life. It worked about twelve years or so, then something very strange happened, Brother." I walked closer to the cage and put my hands on the steel bars. "Someone came in search of me. Someone who knew you had left a victim still alive."
Dramatic pause. Okay, so being over dramatic and predictable runs in the blood.
I brought my face close to the bars and locked yes with him. "Your grandsire-the Master himself. He pretended he was mortal and needed a wife. Then one night, he brought me over."
Predictably, Angelus grabbed my hands. "That's all fine and dandy, but you've forgotten to tell me how you avoided the watchers. They know everything, and there is no record of you after your death."
Oh, he was growly, just like he used to be when he came home from the Pubs.
"Angelus, the watchers are easy to avoid. A lot easier than you think, especially when you took such flair in killing your victims. Imitating you was and still is the easiest way to cover up my existence. I especially like that phase when you were into carving the cross onto the faces of your victims. But , anyway," I said changing the subject quickly. "What it comes down to Angelus is whether or not you believe I'm your sister or not."
It was hard to tell with him whether he believed me or not. He didn't want to because that would mean he screwed up, and if he did admit it, he wouldn't know what to do about it.
"Oh, come on," I said as I pulled my hand from him. It's on a matter of time before those geniuses upstairs look at the monitor and see someone standing here they don't recognize."
I extended my arm through the vars. "Come on, taste my blood. Don't tell me that you can't smell the ancient blood from the Master in me. It's the same blood that you tasted in that whore of a sire of yours Darla." Oohhh. Always wanted to say that to him.
"Come on, Angelus," I cooed, trying to egg him on. "Just taste it. At least it would be fresher than that slop they brought you. And still warm from my victim too."
Stubborn pride or just plain unanswered questions, but we just stood face to face for a few moments. I couldn't take it any longer. I jerked my other arm away from him and reached for the knife in my jacket. I pulled it across my arm and let the river of blood well upon the edge of the wound. It wouldn't be long before it would close itself back up. An open wound was pretty hard to resist-even for Angelus. He gave in and put his mouth against the wound. He drank as the wound closed. Angelus looked up at me, face smeared with blood.
"Believe me?"
He smiled, all fangs. "Oh yeah. Still should have killed you all those years ago." He paused as I backed away from the cage. He slammed his palms against the bars. "Now, get me outta here!"
My turn to smile. "Not just yet. We've got to make a deal."
"Deal? Get me out of this cage, Mia!"
"Tsk, Tsk. I want the boyfriend."
"Done."
"And the watcher."
He scoffed. "Wes? What do you want with the pretty boy?"
"To play. You get the girls. I'm sure you can figure out what to do with them, can't you."
"I can't wait." He rubbed his hands together. Yep, destructive evil ran in the family too. But what were we going to do with Loren and the kid? Hell, the green guy would probably hide in the closet with two vamps running around the hotel. The kid? If he became a threat we'd take care of him, but I think I'd seen enough of him at this point to know he'd settle once he realized true evil was here. Besides, he'd probably try to get back with Cordelia.
I walked over to pop the locks. "Ready to bring the first course to us?"
"You'd better believe it."
"Then grab me."
Chapter 2
Now it was my turn to laugh. "Some days I wish you had killed me brother. You did get rid of Papa and Mother, but me, no. You left Mother twisted on the floor of our parent's bedroom. And Papa, well, you left him with his throat torn out in the chapel." I paused to see him see him smile. "Back then I found no amusement in it, but now, that was some pretty impressive work for a fledgling vamp."
"I thought so myself."
"Oh, but there was one mistake. Darla wasn't there to supervise that very first victim you took without her. She wasn't there to make sure that you did the first thing that is an instinct for any predator. Kill. You didn't kill the little girl that looked up to her big brother. Should have come back for me Liam."
"Angelus," he bit.
"Excuse me, Angelus."
"Well, like you said Cathy-"
"Mia." I bit back just the same.
"Mia." He smirked. "Like you said, you were a little girl. Barley eight if memory serves me-so how does an eight year old, near death, recover, grow up and become a vampire? But wait, it gets even better. How is it no one noticed considering you are the mortal sibling of the greatest demon of all times?"
I laughed at him again. "Remember those gypsies that cursed you with a soul? It was one of their bands that brought me back from the edge. They took me in, changed my name, and taught me how magic worked, tried to give me a normal life. It worked about twelve years or so, then something very strange happened, Brother." I walked closer to the cage and put my hands on the steel bars. "Someone came in search of me. Someone who knew you had left a victim still alive."
Dramatic pause. Okay, so being over dramatic and predictable runs in the blood.
I brought my face close to the bars and locked yes with him. "Your grandsire-the Master himself. He pretended he was mortal and needed a wife. Then one night, he brought me over."
Predictably, Angelus grabbed my hands. "That's all fine and dandy, but you've forgotten to tell me how you avoided the watchers. They know everything, and there is no record of you after your death."
Oh, he was growly, just like he used to be when he came home from the Pubs.
"Angelus, the watchers are easy to avoid. A lot easier than you think, especially when you took such flair in killing your victims. Imitating you was and still is the easiest way to cover up my existence. I especially like that phase when you were into carving the cross onto the faces of your victims. But , anyway," I said changing the subject quickly. "What it comes down to Angelus is whether or not you believe I'm your sister or not."
It was hard to tell with him whether he believed me or not. He didn't want to because that would mean he screwed up, and if he did admit it, he wouldn't know what to do about it.
"Oh, come on," I said as I pulled my hand from him. It's on a matter of time before those geniuses upstairs look at the monitor and see someone standing here they don't recognize."
I extended my arm through the vars. "Come on, taste my blood. Don't tell me that you can't smell the ancient blood from the Master in me. It's the same blood that you tasted in that whore of a sire of yours Darla." Oohhh. Always wanted to say that to him.
"Come on, Angelus," I cooed, trying to egg him on. "Just taste it. At least it would be fresher than that slop they brought you. And still warm from my victim too."
Stubborn pride or just plain unanswered questions, but we just stood face to face for a few moments. I couldn't take it any longer. I jerked my other arm away from him and reached for the knife in my jacket. I pulled it across my arm and let the river of blood well upon the edge of the wound. It wouldn't be long before it would close itself back up. An open wound was pretty hard to resist-even for Angelus. He gave in and put his mouth against the wound. He drank as the wound closed. Angelus looked up at me, face smeared with blood.
"Believe me?"
He smiled, all fangs. "Oh yeah. Still should have killed you all those years ago." He paused as I backed away from the cage. He slammed his palms against the bars. "Now, get me outta here!"
My turn to smile. "Not just yet. We've got to make a deal."
"Deal? Get me out of this cage, Mia!"
"Tsk, Tsk. I want the boyfriend."
"Done."
"And the watcher."
He scoffed. "Wes? What do you want with the pretty boy?"
"To play. You get the girls. I'm sure you can figure out what to do with them, can't you."
"I can't wait." He rubbed his hands together. Yep, destructive evil ran in the family too. But what were we going to do with Loren and the kid? Hell, the green guy would probably hide in the closet with two vamps running around the hotel. The kid? If he became a threat we'd take care of him, but I think I'd seen enough of him at this point to know he'd settle once he realized true evil was here. Besides, he'd probably try to get back with Cordelia.
I walked over to pop the locks. "Ready to bring the first course to us?"
"You'd better believe it."
"Then grab me."