Title: Is Daddy an Angel?
Chapter Six
Disclaimer: see first chapter.
Posted: March 23, 2004
OMG!!! I just got this review saying that this story was nominated for an award! I don't even remember the award's name, and I just read the review like two seconds ago...BUT AN AWARD!!! Thank you whoever did that. I am so shocked and surprised...now I'm being redundant, just great...
And on to Reader Responses, if I can type straight...thank god for spell check!
Lisa Anne1/Annel- I'm glad you liked it. And the only reason why I can capture the characters as they are is because I will sit in front of the TV and watch Buffy/Angel for three hours a night. Trust me, once you can recite many of the episodes right along with the characters, and talk about them in everyday conversation as if they were real...it's easy to pretend to be them...
And about the posting soon thing...you will get your wish! I just have to finish fixing up chapter seven, and then I can start working on the last and final chapter, chapter eight.
Adia -Sit and Spin...I loved that nickname...I just love Spike and Angel period...but thanks for reviewing, I'm glad you like it!
Nobody- Don't you just hate teachers? But I do love study halls, even if I never get what I'm supposed to do done, and sit there in French later that day stumbling like an idiot...it happens to the worst of us...*sigh* And I am writing more quick, as fast as I can type/scratch my paper with my pen!
Bashipper- WHO CAN YOU LIKE CLIFFHANGERS??!?!?!?!? They make me think too much and distract me from learning.........devoir. 'ir' verb. Je dois...what's gonna happen next? tu dois, elle doit......
Grr...I just lost the review that had nominated me! Whoever did that...THANK YOU!!! I would say your name, but it's like it went poof! But a lot of things do that... *pouts*
This chapter just might take the cake for longest chapter in this story... And some of you might not see the purpose of this chapter, since it seems I messed some things up, but at the end of this chapter, all wrongs should be righted, besides the ever present wrong with Kathy missing, but you'll understand what I mean once you finish the chapter...just read, ok? Cuz if I try to explain any more, I just might end up giving it all away, and then you'll be mad! But you might be mad anyway......
AHHHH!!!
Story starting soon...
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"The slayer's pissed, luv." He grinned.
"She won't be for long. She's closing in on us." She started to hyperventilate. "She's hot, and she's coming. Spike, don't let the bad girl get me!" she pleaded.
"Hey, hey now. She won't touch you, luv. She's not going to find us that easily. And once she does, we can dance on the bitch's grave."
"Promise?" she asked, still pleading.
"Promise." She held her hands out to him, and he lifted her up, dancing with her around the room.
"Mr. Spike." They turned and the girl was standing in the doorway in her pink footy pajamas. "Where's mommy?" a tear trickled down her face.
Dru glided over to her, "Mummy will be here soon, my pet." She picked up the small child and began to dance again. Soon the girl was smiling shyly, her tears dried.
Spike watched the two of them with a thoughtful look on his face. Dru had been having more lucid periods since they had snatched the girl. Maybe he wouldn't kill her after all.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
He wandered the busy streets of LA. He knew Spike wanted him there, and he had felt, on several occasions, that Buffy had been nearby.
But who was the girl? Spike had sent him numerous photos of the blond child, and he had made it quite clear Dru was with him. Angel had felt some strange connection with the smiling brown eyes in a tiny face, but was that just because she looked so much like Buffy?
On a whim, he stopped at a corner diner. He sat in a corner booth, and ordered coffee. He took the only picture he owned out of his breast pocket, and rested it on the cup, looking into her laughing green eyes.
The waitress came and refilled his cup, "You waitin' for Anne?"
"Excuse me?" The human contact had surprised him.
She nodded towards the photo, "She's not in tonight. Her kid was kidnapped last week. She's out lookin' for her."
"Her daughter?" he asked, surprised.
"Yeah, sweet little thing. She's, oh...4? Maybe 5 now? Something like that. She looks so much like her mother it's eerie. It's a real shame."
"Yeah, it is. Do you know where she is right now?"
"She was staying at this shelter, Helping Hands, but I don't know if she's still there."
"Thank you so much!" she stood, pulling a rumpled 20 from his pocket, "keep the change." He rushed out, leaving one bewildered waitress.
"Wait! You forgot your...picture." She sighed, tucking the photo into her apron.
He ran the five blocks to the shelter, getting directions along the way. He skidded to a stop in front of the door, and knocked hurriedly.
"I'm sorry, we're full." The blond that came to the door told him.
"It's Anne here?" he asked, out of breath. "I really need to find her."
"Do I know you?" she asked, tilting her head to one side, "You're form Sunnydale, right?"
"Uh, yeah. Who are you?"
"I'm lily. Well, in Sunnydale, I was going by Chanterelle. That was part of my exotic phase. What do you want with Anne?"
"I really need to talk to her. Is she here?"
"No, she left five days ago. Her apartment was given back to her after the police were through. Wait, you're...Ford's friend, right?"
"No, Ford was Buff-her friend." He had almost said her name out loud.
"Buffy? The blond, the slayer, right? I forgot all about her. OH! She's Anne, right? Anne is Buffy?"
"I'm not sure. I just really have to speak with her."
"You could go to the police. See Detective Lockley. Maybe she could help you."
"Thank you so much." He ran off.
~ * ~
"Anne! There was a guy in here looking for you earlier." She looked up from the coffee she was pouring.
"What? That can't be. I don't have any guy friends."
"Shame, he was smokin'. M-m-m. Hott. With a capital H."
"What did he look like?" she stopped pouring, and swung to look at Chloe, behind the counter.
"Tall, dark, completely gorgeous. Broad shoulders, high forehead, tight ass."
"D-Did he ask for me by name?"
"No, he had a picture of you, though. He left it here." She took out the picture. "You're a really pretty thing, if only you'd smile more." Her eyes opened wide, her mouth dropped open, and she dropped the coffee pot.
"No." she murmured, breathlessly, shaking her head and stepping back a step.
"Anne! What's gotten into you? Are you ok?" She just looked down at the glass shards, and the coffee splattered allover the floor and herself. It was all so surreal. The coffee didn't even burn her skin. There were a few trickles of blood running down her legs, staining her white socks.
"Oh, uh...I'm so sorry." She put a hand to her head, then dropped to the floor, mopping up the spill with the towel Chloe handed her. All eyes were on her.
"What's wrong?"
"The man...you described my ex-boyfriend." She whispered as they worked at cleaning the mess.
"Did he beat you?"
"No! He loved me...and I him."
"Then what's the problem?"
"He's dead." She whispered. She looked up, and Chloe could see the shimmer of tears in her green eyes.
"Oh, girlie. Come on, Kat and Liz can get this, let's take a look at those cuts."
~ * ~
"Is Detective Lockley in?" He asked the officer at the front desk.
"Lockley!" he yelled, and a petite blond looked up from her paperwork.
Why is everyone blond in this town? He thought. He had found plenty of blonds, just not the one he wanted.
"May I help you?" she asked, as he walked over. She motioned for him to have a seat.
"I'm here about one of your cases. The kidnapping."
"Ok." She leaned back in her chair, ready to listen.
"I need to get in touch with the mother, Anne. It's imperative that I talk with her."
"Why?" she asked suspiciously.
"I'm a friend of hers, from out of town. We have this misunderstanding, and I haven't seen her since. If I could just speak with her, we could clear the air between us."
"What's her last name?"
"Uh...I'm not sure. She wasn't going by Anne in Sunnydale. She was Buffy Summers."
"Why should I believe you?"
"She's a missing person, and has been for the last five years. She was kicked out of school, when she was suspected at murdering her friend, and she ran away. We've been looking for her ever since. We love her, and we want her to come home."
"I think you've wasted enough of my time, sir."
"Please! Listen to me! I have to speak with her!"
"Don't make me hold you in contempt." She warned.
"Please! I know who has her daughter." That got her attention, and she sat back down.
"Who?"
"This guy...Spike, and his girl...Dru." He sighed. Maybe they'd pass the information on to her. "But you can't handle them. They'll kick your ass five ways from Sunday, please. Buffy is the only one who knows how to handle these guys. She's dealt with them before-"
"So this is a revenge crime?"
"Something like that. Trust me, I used to hang with them. They're cruel and sadistic."
"Are you threatening the child's life?"
"No. But if she irritates Dru, then she's not going to be alive when you find her. If you find her. But she'll probably die of neglect before that, if Dru's got her."
"What do you mean?"
"Dru like pretty things, but she forgets easily. She's mentally unstable." He said, "Can I please see Anne? She's the only one that has a chance at finding these guys. She's the only shot her daughter has."
"We're not at liberty to disclose personal information." He nodded, dejected, and left. He knew she was here, maybe in this very neighborhood, and yet he couldn't get to her.
He went into the alley beside the shelter and sat on the ground.
"You didn't find her?" Lily asked later, once she brought out the trash.
"No. I'm this close to her, and I just can't reach her!" he said frustrated. "I guess she just doesn't want to be found, I guess."
"That's why a lot of kids come to LA. Uh...do you have a place to stay? You could at least come inside. There's a nice place of floor, and I could maybe scrounge up a cot."
"It's ok. I've had worse." He said, "Besides, I thought you were full?"
"Some kids got into a fight, I had to call the cops, so they're spending the night in jail." She said sadly. He nodded, and followed her inside.
~ * ~
She crawled into the apartment at 2 am, the first time she'd slept in days. She'd already lost her job at the club; she couldn't loose the diner job. She shuffled into the bedroom and fell across the bed, exhausted.
Everything was black. She couldn't see anything.
"Buffy?" She heard her mom call, but she couldn't see her.
"Buffy, where are you?" Xander called.
"Buffy, stop this nonsense at once. I know you're there, somewhere." Giles said, and he sounded mad.
"BUFFY!" Willow screamed in terror.
"Buffy." There was no emotion behind the voice, neither fear nor anger. But she knew it, like she knew her own.
"Angel?" she cried.
"I can hear you, but I can't see you, where are you? Buffy."
"I'm here, Angel!" she cried, moving towards his voice.
"Buffy." His voice sounded farther away.
"ANGEL!" she screamed.
"Mommy?" the voice was quiet, weak, and scared.
"Kathy?! Oh, baby, stay where you are, I'll find you! Oh, baby!"
"Buffy."
She listened as both her lover and her daughter called for her, confused as to who needed her more.
"Buffy."
"Mommy!"
Each voice faded away on a non-existent breeze.
"Mommy, help me. It's dark."
"Buffy, god, its all so muddled. Where are you?"
"Mommy? Where are you, I'm scared?"
She made up her mind, "Kathy, I'm coming, baby, don't cry."
"Buffy." The noise was barely a whisper as she moved towards her daughter. "Buffy!"
She woke with a gasp, tears streaming down her face. Was this what that demon had meant about her future getting better?
At the shelter Angel woke with a start. He had had the strangest dream, and yet his heart ached at the outcome. He somehow knew that Buffy had been there, and she had chosen Kathy over him. All he had ever wanted was her to be happy, and if that was what it took...He sighed. She hadn't chosen him.
Chapter Six
Disclaimer: see first chapter.
Posted: March 23, 2004
OMG!!! I just got this review saying that this story was nominated for an award! I don't even remember the award's name, and I just read the review like two seconds ago...BUT AN AWARD!!! Thank you whoever did that. I am so shocked and surprised...now I'm being redundant, just great...
And on to Reader Responses, if I can type straight...thank god for spell check!
Lisa Anne1/Annel- I'm glad you liked it. And the only reason why I can capture the characters as they are is because I will sit in front of the TV and watch Buffy/Angel for three hours a night. Trust me, once you can recite many of the episodes right along with the characters, and talk about them in everyday conversation as if they were real...it's easy to pretend to be them...
And about the posting soon thing...you will get your wish! I just have to finish fixing up chapter seven, and then I can start working on the last and final chapter, chapter eight.
Adia -Sit and Spin...I loved that nickname...I just love Spike and Angel period...but thanks for reviewing, I'm glad you like it!
Nobody- Don't you just hate teachers? But I do love study halls, even if I never get what I'm supposed to do done, and sit there in French later that day stumbling like an idiot...it happens to the worst of us...*sigh* And I am writing more quick, as fast as I can type/scratch my paper with my pen!
Bashipper- WHO CAN YOU LIKE CLIFFHANGERS??!?!?!?!? They make me think too much and distract me from learning.........devoir. 'ir' verb. Je dois...what's gonna happen next? tu dois, elle doit......
Grr...I just lost the review that had nominated me! Whoever did that...THANK YOU!!! I would say your name, but it's like it went poof! But a lot of things do that... *pouts*
This chapter just might take the cake for longest chapter in this story... And some of you might not see the purpose of this chapter, since it seems I messed some things up, but at the end of this chapter, all wrongs should be righted, besides the ever present wrong with Kathy missing, but you'll understand what I mean once you finish the chapter...just read, ok? Cuz if I try to explain any more, I just might end up giving it all away, and then you'll be mad! But you might be mad anyway......
AHHHH!!!
Story starting soon...
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"The slayer's pissed, luv." He grinned.
"She won't be for long. She's closing in on us." She started to hyperventilate. "She's hot, and she's coming. Spike, don't let the bad girl get me!" she pleaded.
"Hey, hey now. She won't touch you, luv. She's not going to find us that easily. And once she does, we can dance on the bitch's grave."
"Promise?" she asked, still pleading.
"Promise." She held her hands out to him, and he lifted her up, dancing with her around the room.
"Mr. Spike." They turned and the girl was standing in the doorway in her pink footy pajamas. "Where's mommy?" a tear trickled down her face.
Dru glided over to her, "Mummy will be here soon, my pet." She picked up the small child and began to dance again. Soon the girl was smiling shyly, her tears dried.
Spike watched the two of them with a thoughtful look on his face. Dru had been having more lucid periods since they had snatched the girl. Maybe he wouldn't kill her after all.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
He wandered the busy streets of LA. He knew Spike wanted him there, and he had felt, on several occasions, that Buffy had been nearby.
But who was the girl? Spike had sent him numerous photos of the blond child, and he had made it quite clear Dru was with him. Angel had felt some strange connection with the smiling brown eyes in a tiny face, but was that just because she looked so much like Buffy?
On a whim, he stopped at a corner diner. He sat in a corner booth, and ordered coffee. He took the only picture he owned out of his breast pocket, and rested it on the cup, looking into her laughing green eyes.
The waitress came and refilled his cup, "You waitin' for Anne?"
"Excuse me?" The human contact had surprised him.
She nodded towards the photo, "She's not in tonight. Her kid was kidnapped last week. She's out lookin' for her."
"Her daughter?" he asked, surprised.
"Yeah, sweet little thing. She's, oh...4? Maybe 5 now? Something like that. She looks so much like her mother it's eerie. It's a real shame."
"Yeah, it is. Do you know where she is right now?"
"She was staying at this shelter, Helping Hands, but I don't know if she's still there."
"Thank you so much!" she stood, pulling a rumpled 20 from his pocket, "keep the change." He rushed out, leaving one bewildered waitress.
"Wait! You forgot your...picture." She sighed, tucking the photo into her apron.
He ran the five blocks to the shelter, getting directions along the way. He skidded to a stop in front of the door, and knocked hurriedly.
"I'm sorry, we're full." The blond that came to the door told him.
"It's Anne here?" he asked, out of breath. "I really need to find her."
"Do I know you?" she asked, tilting her head to one side, "You're form Sunnydale, right?"
"Uh, yeah. Who are you?"
"I'm lily. Well, in Sunnydale, I was going by Chanterelle. That was part of my exotic phase. What do you want with Anne?"
"I really need to talk to her. Is she here?"
"No, she left five days ago. Her apartment was given back to her after the police were through. Wait, you're...Ford's friend, right?"
"No, Ford was Buff-her friend." He had almost said her name out loud.
"Buffy? The blond, the slayer, right? I forgot all about her. OH! She's Anne, right? Anne is Buffy?"
"I'm not sure. I just really have to speak with her."
"You could go to the police. See Detective Lockley. Maybe she could help you."
"Thank you so much." He ran off.
~ * ~
"Anne! There was a guy in here looking for you earlier." She looked up from the coffee she was pouring.
"What? That can't be. I don't have any guy friends."
"Shame, he was smokin'. M-m-m. Hott. With a capital H."
"What did he look like?" she stopped pouring, and swung to look at Chloe, behind the counter.
"Tall, dark, completely gorgeous. Broad shoulders, high forehead, tight ass."
"D-Did he ask for me by name?"
"No, he had a picture of you, though. He left it here." She took out the picture. "You're a really pretty thing, if only you'd smile more." Her eyes opened wide, her mouth dropped open, and she dropped the coffee pot.
"No." she murmured, breathlessly, shaking her head and stepping back a step.
"Anne! What's gotten into you? Are you ok?" She just looked down at the glass shards, and the coffee splattered allover the floor and herself. It was all so surreal. The coffee didn't even burn her skin. There were a few trickles of blood running down her legs, staining her white socks.
"Oh, uh...I'm so sorry." She put a hand to her head, then dropped to the floor, mopping up the spill with the towel Chloe handed her. All eyes were on her.
"What's wrong?"
"The man...you described my ex-boyfriend." She whispered as they worked at cleaning the mess.
"Did he beat you?"
"No! He loved me...and I him."
"Then what's the problem?"
"He's dead." She whispered. She looked up, and Chloe could see the shimmer of tears in her green eyes.
"Oh, girlie. Come on, Kat and Liz can get this, let's take a look at those cuts."
~ * ~
"Is Detective Lockley in?" He asked the officer at the front desk.
"Lockley!" he yelled, and a petite blond looked up from her paperwork.
Why is everyone blond in this town? He thought. He had found plenty of blonds, just not the one he wanted.
"May I help you?" she asked, as he walked over. She motioned for him to have a seat.
"I'm here about one of your cases. The kidnapping."
"Ok." She leaned back in her chair, ready to listen.
"I need to get in touch with the mother, Anne. It's imperative that I talk with her."
"Why?" she asked suspiciously.
"I'm a friend of hers, from out of town. We have this misunderstanding, and I haven't seen her since. If I could just speak with her, we could clear the air between us."
"What's her last name?"
"Uh...I'm not sure. She wasn't going by Anne in Sunnydale. She was Buffy Summers."
"Why should I believe you?"
"She's a missing person, and has been for the last five years. She was kicked out of school, when she was suspected at murdering her friend, and she ran away. We've been looking for her ever since. We love her, and we want her to come home."
"I think you've wasted enough of my time, sir."
"Please! Listen to me! I have to speak with her!"
"Don't make me hold you in contempt." She warned.
"Please! I know who has her daughter." That got her attention, and she sat back down.
"Who?"
"This guy...Spike, and his girl...Dru." He sighed. Maybe they'd pass the information on to her. "But you can't handle them. They'll kick your ass five ways from Sunday, please. Buffy is the only one who knows how to handle these guys. She's dealt with them before-"
"So this is a revenge crime?"
"Something like that. Trust me, I used to hang with them. They're cruel and sadistic."
"Are you threatening the child's life?"
"No. But if she irritates Dru, then she's not going to be alive when you find her. If you find her. But she'll probably die of neglect before that, if Dru's got her."
"What do you mean?"
"Dru like pretty things, but she forgets easily. She's mentally unstable." He said, "Can I please see Anne? She's the only one that has a chance at finding these guys. She's the only shot her daughter has."
"We're not at liberty to disclose personal information." He nodded, dejected, and left. He knew she was here, maybe in this very neighborhood, and yet he couldn't get to her.
He went into the alley beside the shelter and sat on the ground.
"You didn't find her?" Lily asked later, once she brought out the trash.
"No. I'm this close to her, and I just can't reach her!" he said frustrated. "I guess she just doesn't want to be found, I guess."
"That's why a lot of kids come to LA. Uh...do you have a place to stay? You could at least come inside. There's a nice place of floor, and I could maybe scrounge up a cot."
"It's ok. I've had worse." He said, "Besides, I thought you were full?"
"Some kids got into a fight, I had to call the cops, so they're spending the night in jail." She said sadly. He nodded, and followed her inside.
~ * ~
She crawled into the apartment at 2 am, the first time she'd slept in days. She'd already lost her job at the club; she couldn't loose the diner job. She shuffled into the bedroom and fell across the bed, exhausted.
Everything was black. She couldn't see anything.
"Buffy?" She heard her mom call, but she couldn't see her.
"Buffy, where are you?" Xander called.
"Buffy, stop this nonsense at once. I know you're there, somewhere." Giles said, and he sounded mad.
"BUFFY!" Willow screamed in terror.
"Buffy." There was no emotion behind the voice, neither fear nor anger. But she knew it, like she knew her own.
"Angel?" she cried.
"I can hear you, but I can't see you, where are you? Buffy."
"I'm here, Angel!" she cried, moving towards his voice.
"Buffy." His voice sounded farther away.
"ANGEL!" she screamed.
"Mommy?" the voice was quiet, weak, and scared.
"Kathy?! Oh, baby, stay where you are, I'll find you! Oh, baby!"
"Buffy."
She listened as both her lover and her daughter called for her, confused as to who needed her more.
"Buffy."
"Mommy!"
Each voice faded away on a non-existent breeze.
"Mommy, help me. It's dark."
"Buffy, god, its all so muddled. Where are you?"
"Mommy? Where are you, I'm scared?"
She made up her mind, "Kathy, I'm coming, baby, don't cry."
"Buffy." The noise was barely a whisper as she moved towards her daughter. "Buffy!"
She woke with a gasp, tears streaming down her face. Was this what that demon had meant about her future getting better?
At the shelter Angel woke with a start. He had had the strangest dream, and yet his heart ached at the outcome. He somehow knew that Buffy had been there, and she had chosen Kathy over him. All he had ever wanted was her to be happy, and if that was what it took...He sighed. She hadn't chosen him.
