I Swear They're NOT MINE!
By Daggerpoint and The Demonic Empress
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy and Angel. RUB IT IN ALREADY WHY DON'T YOU!
AN: First of all thanks to all those who have reviewed so far. Secondly sorry this took so long to get out. School's a bitch right now.
AN2: Okay I just want to clear some stuff up. This story is being written for the humor. We do know that most of Angel's family's stuff would not have survived. We also know that men did not wear bloomers in 18th century; I was just too lazy to look up what they actually wore. We are using bloomers, cause it sounds a little better then just underwear. If you do know what they wore please feel free to let us know. Now, on with the story.
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The group could only stare as a small figure stood in the midst of the ruined display. Dressed from head to toe in black, the group could now see the figure appeared to be a young woman. The look on her face would have been unnerving, if it had not been for the infamous bloomers draped over her shoulders.
The stoic figure spoke suddenly. "Would you mind telling me why you are staring at me as though I have three heads?"
The group just continued to stare. Cordelia raised an eyebrow pointedly. "You're the one standing in the middle of the exhibit. The one you just ruined, I might add "
"Mortals," the woman sneered. "All the same."
'Where have I seen her before?' thought Angel, ignoring the exchange in front of him.
The enigma just shrugged, before removing the offending bloomers from her person. Holding them out she ceremoniously dropped them at Cordy's feet before stalking past the shocked onlookers. As she moved through them she stopped suddenly in front of Angel. Her voice low, she asked, "Do I know you?" Before giving him a chance to respond, she simply shouldered past and made her way out to another part of the exhibit.
Buffy felt jealousy well up as the woman stopped in front of Angel. As the woman left Buffy followed, preparing to take what was rightfully hers, and prove it to both the woman and Angel, once and for all.
Ignoring the group behind her, the enigma moved among the exhibits. She was here for a purpose. Her eyes lightened as she found the one she was looking for. Entering she shrugged as she saw a teenage looking girl sitting atop the table centered at the middle of the library display. She held a thick tome on her lap, and diligently absorbed it. Almost as if sensing her, the girl looked up. "Took you long enough, Lady Knight," addressed the figure.
Lady Knight shrugged. "Ran into a group of mortals, . Fate."
The girl groaned. "You know I hate it when you use my title."
Shrugging again Lady Knight walked over to the bookshelf. This part of the exhibit wasn't set on an alarm, because the local scholars were studying them, most of the time at completely random hours. Standing there she scanned the titles. "Damn where is it?" she growled.
"What are you looking for again?" the girl called Fate inquired, appearing by her side.
"It was a manuscript containing the only spell that would let vampires walk in the sun."
"Why is that so important? Your not a vampire."
"Do you think I want that sort of thing in those half breeds' hands? I'm not the only one to know that this was the family rumored to have been killed by the vampire who had it."
Fate nodded. "Okay. What does it look like?"
"I'm not exactly sure."
"What?! This is going to take forever. We'll never." She was cut off by a group of people entering the exhibit. Hearing Lady Knight's Carpathian wolf growl, Fate smirked. "These the mortals that held you up?"
"Of course. They don't have the sense to stay away."
Shrugging Fate turned back to the books, as Buffy stalked up to the two. Just as Buffy was about to speak, a crash was heard. Everyone, except Sport turned to look at the door.
Seconds later Giles stormed in dragging Spike by his peroxide blond hair. When he was in the middle of the room Giles threw him down.
"What the HELL did you think you were doing?" Giles asked in a voice that sounded very close to Ripper.
"Let me guess," Angel said from where he stood. "Spike saw something shiny and sharp."
Giles nodded, calming down. "Sword of the last emperor of the Ming dynasty."
Angel sighed. "Figures. Spikes always been one who thinks Sharp + Shiny = good."
Spike, sitting on the floor rubbing his head, looked up. "Hey I bloody well get it from you Peaches. You're the one who trained me."
"Unfortunately so," Angel replied, rubbing his temples.
Spike was about to respond when a voice cut him off. "Excuse me, but if you are going to bicker would you please leave."
The group turned just in time to see Fate resume her reading along side Lady Knight. This reminded Buffy of her anger, and her claim.
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy and Angel. RUB IT IN ALREADY WHY DON'T YOU!
AN: First of all thanks to all those who have reviewed so far. Secondly sorry this took so long to get out. School's a bitch right now.
AN2: Okay I just want to clear some stuff up. This story is being written for the humor. We do know that most of Angel's family's stuff would not have survived. We also know that men did not wear bloomers in 18th century; I was just too lazy to look up what they actually wore. We are using bloomers, cause it sounds a little better then just underwear. If you do know what they wore please feel free to let us know. Now, on with the story.
* * *
The group could only stare as a small figure stood in the midst of the ruined display. Dressed from head to toe in black, the group could now see the figure appeared to be a young woman. The look on her face would have been unnerving, if it had not been for the infamous bloomers draped over her shoulders.
The stoic figure spoke suddenly. "Would you mind telling me why you are staring at me as though I have three heads?"
The group just continued to stare. Cordelia raised an eyebrow pointedly. "You're the one standing in the middle of the exhibit. The one you just ruined, I might add "
"Mortals," the woman sneered. "All the same."
'Where have I seen her before?' thought Angel, ignoring the exchange in front of him.
The enigma just shrugged, before removing the offending bloomers from her person. Holding them out she ceremoniously dropped them at Cordy's feet before stalking past the shocked onlookers. As she moved through them she stopped suddenly in front of Angel. Her voice low, she asked, "Do I know you?" Before giving him a chance to respond, she simply shouldered past and made her way out to another part of the exhibit.
Buffy felt jealousy well up as the woman stopped in front of Angel. As the woman left Buffy followed, preparing to take what was rightfully hers, and prove it to both the woman and Angel, once and for all.
Ignoring the group behind her, the enigma moved among the exhibits. She was here for a purpose. Her eyes lightened as she found the one she was looking for. Entering she shrugged as she saw a teenage looking girl sitting atop the table centered at the middle of the library display. She held a thick tome on her lap, and diligently absorbed it. Almost as if sensing her, the girl looked up. "Took you long enough, Lady Knight," addressed the figure.
Lady Knight shrugged. "Ran into a group of mortals, . Fate."
The girl groaned. "You know I hate it when you use my title."
Shrugging again Lady Knight walked over to the bookshelf. This part of the exhibit wasn't set on an alarm, because the local scholars were studying them, most of the time at completely random hours. Standing there she scanned the titles. "Damn where is it?" she growled.
"What are you looking for again?" the girl called Fate inquired, appearing by her side.
"It was a manuscript containing the only spell that would let vampires walk in the sun."
"Why is that so important? Your not a vampire."
"Do you think I want that sort of thing in those half breeds' hands? I'm not the only one to know that this was the family rumored to have been killed by the vampire who had it."
Fate nodded. "Okay. What does it look like?"
"I'm not exactly sure."
"What?! This is going to take forever. We'll never." She was cut off by a group of people entering the exhibit. Hearing Lady Knight's Carpathian wolf growl, Fate smirked. "These the mortals that held you up?"
"Of course. They don't have the sense to stay away."
Shrugging Fate turned back to the books, as Buffy stalked up to the two. Just as Buffy was about to speak, a crash was heard. Everyone, except Sport turned to look at the door.
Seconds later Giles stormed in dragging Spike by his peroxide blond hair. When he was in the middle of the room Giles threw him down.
"What the HELL did you think you were doing?" Giles asked in a voice that sounded very close to Ripper.
"Let me guess," Angel said from where he stood. "Spike saw something shiny and sharp."
Giles nodded, calming down. "Sword of the last emperor of the Ming dynasty."
Angel sighed. "Figures. Spikes always been one who thinks Sharp + Shiny = good."
Spike, sitting on the floor rubbing his head, looked up. "Hey I bloody well get it from you Peaches. You're the one who trained me."
"Unfortunately so," Angel replied, rubbing his temples.
Spike was about to respond when a voice cut him off. "Excuse me, but if you are going to bicker would you please leave."
The group turned just in time to see Fate resume her reading along side Lady Knight. This reminded Buffy of her anger, and her claim.