Same Slayer, Different Start pt. 2
A Week Later
After getting a hair cut, a decent wardrobe, and a comfortable place to stay, Angel had to get his documents in order. Going to the library, he printed up a diploma for high school, college, and graduate school, then set about decorating his apartment with pictures of his deceased family. When asked about why there weren't any photo albums, he would just tell her that they were destroyed in a big fire in their home...no fuss, no muss. Once he had his birth certificate, baptismal certificate, and driver's licence in order as well, he got on the phone, finding her number in the phone book.
"Hello, Summers residence." "Hello, I'm calling about your ad in the newspaper. It says that you're in need of a baby sitter." "Yes, that's right. We have two daughters, 10 and 5. When are you able to come for an interview?" Thankful that it was possible for him to leave the apartment without being burnt to a crisp, he said, "I could come right now, if that's alright." "That would be fine. See you in half an hour?" "Yes ma'am." "Good." Quickly going to the bathroom to make himself look presentable, he grabbed the manila envelope containing all of his documents, then got into his car, on his way to the Summers residence.
Twenty Minutes Later
Straightening his duster, he made sure that his fly was zipped before approaching the front door. Fly in place, he rang the door bell, anxiously awaiting who would answer the door. Once it did, in front of him stood a little girl, a sucker in her mouth. "Hi, are you the new baby sitter?" "Yes. Are you Buffy?" "Hello, you must be the young man I talked to on the telephone earlier." "Yes. Hello, Mrs. Summers." "Oh, please, call me Joyce. Please come in." Grabbing his hand, Buffy led him to the couch, sitting next to him.
"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me." "That's alright. Do you perhaps have a resume that I could look at?" "Of course." Handing it to her, he faked a breath, not wanting to cause any alarm. While the pages did have families names and businesses on it, he didn't feel it was appropriate to mention that he had killed all of these families during his days as the evil Angelus. Instead, he said, "Those were all the families I've ever babysat for. But this is the first family in North America." "Oh, so you like to travel?" "I do. I find the world fascinating." "But you'll be staying here for the time being?" "Yes." "Good. Now as a parent, I have to ask you these questions, just for the safety of my daughters. Do you smoke? Do you do drugs? Drink alcohol? Have you ever been convicted of a crime? If so, were you ever in jail? Are you a child molester in disguise? Because if you are, I need to know right now." "I assure you Mrs. Summers that I don't smoke or do drugs. I have the occasional beer or glass of wine, but I've never had a speeding ticket, a cavity, been convicted of any crime, or been to jail." "What about being a child molester?" "Certainly not, ma'am. I had a sister that I adored and I did everything I could, within the boundaries of the law, of course, to protect her." "You had a sister?" "Yes. She was killed in a car accident 5 years ago, along with my parents." "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that." "Thank you."
After talking it over with her husband in the kitchen, they both came out, on their way to a party. "You're hired, Mr..." "Angel. Just Angel." "Well, Angel, you've got the job. I don't suppose you could start tonight?" "I'd be happy to." "Good. Dawn is already asleep and Buffy has already finished her homework. So she may stay up until 10:00 pm, but no later." "Ok." " Good."
A Week Later
After getting a hair cut, a decent wardrobe, and a comfortable place to stay, Angel had to get his documents in order. Going to the library, he printed up a diploma for high school, college, and graduate school, then set about decorating his apartment with pictures of his deceased family. When asked about why there weren't any photo albums, he would just tell her that they were destroyed in a big fire in their home...no fuss, no muss. Once he had his birth certificate, baptismal certificate, and driver's licence in order as well, he got on the phone, finding her number in the phone book.
"Hello, Summers residence." "Hello, I'm calling about your ad in the newspaper. It says that you're in need of a baby sitter." "Yes, that's right. We have two daughters, 10 and 5. When are you able to come for an interview?" Thankful that it was possible for him to leave the apartment without being burnt to a crisp, he said, "I could come right now, if that's alright." "That would be fine. See you in half an hour?" "Yes ma'am." "Good." Quickly going to the bathroom to make himself look presentable, he grabbed the manila envelope containing all of his documents, then got into his car, on his way to the Summers residence.
Twenty Minutes Later
Straightening his duster, he made sure that his fly was zipped before approaching the front door. Fly in place, he rang the door bell, anxiously awaiting who would answer the door. Once it did, in front of him stood a little girl, a sucker in her mouth. "Hi, are you the new baby sitter?" "Yes. Are you Buffy?" "Hello, you must be the young man I talked to on the telephone earlier." "Yes. Hello, Mrs. Summers." "Oh, please, call me Joyce. Please come in." Grabbing his hand, Buffy led him to the couch, sitting next to him.
"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me." "That's alright. Do you perhaps have a resume that I could look at?" "Of course." Handing it to her, he faked a breath, not wanting to cause any alarm. While the pages did have families names and businesses on it, he didn't feel it was appropriate to mention that he had killed all of these families during his days as the evil Angelus. Instead, he said, "Those were all the families I've ever babysat for. But this is the first family in North America." "Oh, so you like to travel?" "I do. I find the world fascinating." "But you'll be staying here for the time being?" "Yes." "Good. Now as a parent, I have to ask you these questions, just for the safety of my daughters. Do you smoke? Do you do drugs? Drink alcohol? Have you ever been convicted of a crime? If so, were you ever in jail? Are you a child molester in disguise? Because if you are, I need to know right now." "I assure you Mrs. Summers that I don't smoke or do drugs. I have the occasional beer or glass of wine, but I've never had a speeding ticket, a cavity, been convicted of any crime, or been to jail." "What about being a child molester?" "Certainly not, ma'am. I had a sister that I adored and I did everything I could, within the boundaries of the law, of course, to protect her." "You had a sister?" "Yes. She was killed in a car accident 5 years ago, along with my parents." "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that." "Thank you."
After talking it over with her husband in the kitchen, they both came out, on their way to a party. "You're hired, Mr..." "Angel. Just Angel." "Well, Angel, you've got the job. I don't suppose you could start tonight?" "I'd be happy to." "Good. Dawn is already asleep and Buffy has already finished her homework. So she may stay up until 10:00 pm, but no later." "Ok." " Good."