Disclaimer: Yes.Joss Whedon owns all of the characters except the ones that you have never heard of because I created them…I wonder if Joss has ever heard of a thing called 'sharing'…hmph, I don't even own the plot, it belongs to the hit KBS drama, Stairway to Heaven…
Summary: ((Warning: Spuffiness!!! Everyone is human too…oh yeah, the story isn't as lame as the summary…seriously)) Starts off with everyone as young teenagers.Glory and Buffy are step sisters, and Angel is the step brother.blah blah blah ((Sorry, it's too juicy to give away)) And Buffy is hit by a car, loses all her memory.including all recollection of her love.Spike.this is a really vague summary.
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The next week
Angel came walking home. Even though he was Darla's own flesh and blood, he was forced to walk to and from the bus stop. Glory was the only one who got to ride in the car. He had a pair of white tennis shoes that dangled from a small attachment on the side of his black backpack. He wore his usual school uniform and his black dress shoes. Usually he wore his tennis shoes home because it was a lot more comfortable than his black 'stiffies' as he called them. But he hadn't been able to wear them for the last week or so because the heel had torn from one of them. He stopped in front of the elegant iron gates to his house, and looked up in surprise. A man stood next to the gate, trying to put up a nonchalant look.
"Dad?" Angel asked.
The man ((Okay, let's make Angel and Glory's father Giles)) looked up. "Angel! Dear boy." He walked over to his son, to give him a hug. Angel usually would've pulled away, but this was his dad.the only person who cared for him, even if it was for only a little. "How have you been doing.hasn't your mother bought you new shoes?" he asked a bit alarmed, and gesturing to Angel's tattered shoes.
Angel opened his mouth to say something, but just then Glory and Darla pulled up in the shiny silver Mercedes-Benz. Darla stepped out quickly, "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice dripping with disgust.
"Came here to see my own kids." he replied. He turned to Glory, "Is this my baby girl?" he asked, half in wonder. He moved forward to embrace her.
Glory swatted him, "Don't touch me!" she yelled.
Giles' eyes grew stormy, "Don't you talk to me like that young lady! I am your father!" he scolded.
Glory sniffed, "No you aren't. I am not related to.to.trash of any sort." she said. She proceeded to open the gates, and walked up the drive way.
Darla beamed at her daughter. She had trained her well. "You heard the girl, now GO." she ordered to Giles.
"Hold it there Darla, I came here to see my kids." he explained.
"NO! I WILL call the police, you better be gone in three minutes!" she shrieked.
Angel stood there, staring down at his feet. Fighting tears. "Fine, I will." Giles growled at the mention of the police. "But do buy the boy some shoes." Darla cursed, and opened the gate, and slammed it behind her. "Well, I guess this is bye for now Angel my boy." he moved closer to Angel, about to pat him on the back when Angel looked up, his face twisted with hate, anger, and confusion.
"Don't touch me!" he yelled. "And don't come back again." Giles stared aghast at Angel, "Yeah, you heard me, don't come back, because every time you do, you make things difficult!" Angel ran inside the gate too, and disappeared up the driveway without another look back to his dad who walked away with tears rolling down his cheeks.
Angel stormed into the house, and was 'greeted' by Darla. "You insolent FOOL," she began to yell. Angel brushed past her, and pulled out a gallon of milk from the fridge, and drank right from the jug. He wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his dark blue blazer, and shoved the milk back. Darla gasped, and ran over to the fridge. She pulled out the fridge and set it hard onto the counter. "You disgusting worm. You think that that milk is sanitary after you've drunk from it?!" Angel ignored his mother, and walked of the kitchen to the living room. Darla grabbed his shoulder, and whirled him around. She slapped him. "Not only that, you dare to invite that pile of shit around here?"
Angel glared at her. "Don't hit me." he said, his voice slowly rising in volume.
"What? You think that you can tell me what I can and cannot do?" she asked half in shock that her son would dark talk back to her.
"Yeah. I do," he replied, "Not only that, what makes you think that you're better than my dad? Huh? You're no better than him.actually, he's probably better than you."
Darla's eyes flashed in anger, her hand lashed out to hit him again, but he caught her wrist and pushed her. She stumbled backwards, and knocked into a large and expensive blue porcelain vase. It crashed to the floor, and shattered to numerous pieces. Darla's eyes flew open in horror, oh no, she couldn't make her husband mad. ((Let's make the husband.Xander.he's Buffy's father!!)) "BUFFY!!!" she yelled.
Buffy had been in laundry room sorting out all of the clothes by color, and listening to their conversation. She scampered out of the room, and automatically knelt down, to pick up the shards without hesitation. Angel stood a few steps away from Darla, panting, half in disbelief.he had stood up to her, but he had broken the vase. Shooting Darla another nasty look he began to go up the stairs to his bedroom when Xander came home. Darla rushed into his arms. "Oh Xander!!! The vase is broken!!" she wailed.
Xander raised an eyebrow in confusion, "What? You mean the antique vase?" he asked.
Darla nodded, and continued crying, "Buffy was helping me clean the place up, and she knocked it over..the poor clumsy child!!!"
Angel had stopped halfway up the stairs, and turned around. Buffy looked up to her father, clutching several large shards of the vase, "F-f-father.I." she began to stammer.
"No, she didn't break it," Angel called out from the stairs. Xander walked into the living room, Darla clinging to him, and looked up to Angel on the stairway. "Yeah, Buffy didn't break it, I did." Without another word he disappeared up the stairs.
Darla glared at her son with so much venom, that it could've burned holes. Buffy looked up after Angel's retreating back with a small smile. Maybe he wasn't like Glory and Darla. Xander sighed, and made his way to the master bedroom. Darla let out a loud huff, and went after him.
At midnight
Darla slipped out of her bed, and made her Xander was asleep before she made her way up to Angel's bedroom. She opened the door, and peered inside. Angel laid sprawled on the artwork clustered floor. Flaring her nostrils, she marched inside, and grabbed a handful of his hair. He let out a yelp. "Come on." she hissed as she began to pull and tug at him. He stood up, and obediently followed Darla sleepily. She led him down the hallway to the attic, and shoved him inside. She then closed the door, and locked it.
Angel stumbled into the room, and shrugging, laid down on the floor and fell asleep. Darla's eyes glittered with malice as she walked down to the basement. She walked down the far side of the basement, and read the labels above the gas pipe vents. "The girl's bedroom, Angel's bedroom, the kitchen..ah, yes, the attic." She twisted the handle all the way off, and cackling quietly to herself went back to bed.
Angel awoke with a slight start. His body felt so numb.it was so cold in the attic. He wore nothing, but a thin shirt, and his boxers. Teeth chattering he reached for some clothes that hung on a rack in the attic, and wrapped them around himself. It wasn't the best, but it was better than nothing. Feeling frozen, he went back to sleep
The next morning
Buffy woke up to her alarm immediately and shut it off. Glory muttered something in her sleep, and took up the whole bed the instant Buffy stood up. Buffy's hand brushed her planner on her dresser. She picked it up, and flipped through it. She pushed her finger across the page until she came to today's date.it was Angel's birthday. Buffy smiled, she would make a special birthday breakfast for him. She set her planner back onto her dresser, got dressed quickly, and walked to the kitchen quietly as to not wake everybody up.
Just as she had begun to make pancakes when she heard the shower running. It was probably Darla. She set the table, and made three separate stacks of pancakes; Chocolate chip, Blueberry, and Plain. Xander walked into the kitchen, and winked at his daughter before sitting down and helping himself to some Blueberry pancakes. Glory came next, and happily began to eat some Chocolate Chip. Darla came in last, and giggling sat next to her husband. Buffy had begun to wonder where Angel was, but her father beat her. "Where's Angel?" he asked concerned.
Darla made a face, but then forced a smile, "Oh, he said that he's not feeling too great." she said.
Xander nodded, "Poor kid. Anyways, hopefully he'll be better later because I've reserved fifty tickets to the amusement park," he said, "Angel can invite all of his friends, and both of you girls can invite a handful of friends to celebrate his birthday."
Glory smiled widely, and clapped her hands, "Oh thank you sssoo much daddy!" she exclaimed.
Buffy smiled weakly, "I'd love to go dad, but I already have some plans."
Glory pouted at Buffy, "Awww, come on Buffy, come with." she begged.
Buffy shook her head, "Sorry, but thanks anyways." she said, her voice getting quieter.
Xander smiled at his daughter, "Well alright then, and now I better be going." Darla stood up with her husband and followed him outside.
The instant the Darla and Xander went out the door, Glory began to yell. "I thought I told you not to make pancakes when I have a test," she began, "I can't THINK after I've eaten pancakes." She let out a dramatic huff, and left the table. Buffy flared at Glory.at least her father had remembered that it was Angel's birthday, his own mother and sister had seemed to forgotten.
Buffy looked at the clock, she better go now if she was to catch the bus on time.
After school
Buffy came home to be greeted with an empty house. She smiled, just the way she liked it. She changed her clothes, and retrieved a wrapped package from her bedroom. She warmed up some chicken soup from a few days ago, and placed it on a tray with a cupcake, and a cup of milk. She took it up to the attic along with the package. She looked inside, "Angel?" she called out softly.
Angel sat huddled in a corner, freezing despite all the clothing he had heaped about himself. Buffy walked over to him, and set the tray down. "Happy Birthday," she said, smiling, her emerald eyes sparkling. "Oh yeah, here." she handed him the package, but when it was clear that he wasn't going to open it, she opened it for him. Inside was a white hand-knitted scarf with thin blue stripes. Still smiling, she wrapped it around his neck. "You look really good in it," she commented, "By the way, drink all of your chicken soup okay? Well I better go now." She straightened up, and walked to the door, before she went out the door she smiled at him, and then stepped out, closing the door behind her.
Angel had been silent the whole time, and as soon as he heard the door close he began to cry. This girl.who he hardly ever acknowledged, and when he did, it was in a mean way was his stepsister.not even of his own flesh and blood, yet she had remembered his birthday. He began to cry harder, for it was the first time that anyone had ever remembered his birthday.
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