Disclaimer: Do I own Buffy or angel? No I don't, which is a shame...It's such a good idea. xsighsx
Author: Flaire Delacour with Faith
Title: Angel and the Crescent clan
Spoliers:.....none that I know of....
Couples: erm....OC/Angel, and some others..most characters of which I created myself..well aside from Angel and Darla of course....
Summary: While Angel was alone you think he just mourned over his loss of not having Darla when the two lost each other? Think again. This is the story of Angel, his childes and their adventures...if you can call them adventures. (Put in Buffy category...will eventually involve buffy and Spike)

Angel sat in his hotel room in Rome with his three little childes who he'd transformed over the last three years to create his little clan he'd affectionately called the Crescent clan.

Soleil, he'd called Adora, he'd picked up in France while he was searching for a good meal. She'd been a waitress in a local club. He'd fallen for her immediately and had changed her in his hotel room where he'd then slept with her the next night.

She had long brown hair with beautiful emerald eyes and had a signature tattoo on her shoulder blade of the French flag, next to one of an Angel in a heart.

Bronte, he called Zara, he'd found in Russia when he'd been looking for Darla after hearing she'd been there. She'd been a businesswoman who'd been on her way to her car. He'd charmed her with his Angelic face into having coffee and then changed her at her house when she'd invited him in.

Bronte had long ebony hair that flowed like black silk down her shoulders and grey eyes that twinkled when she was in a flirting mood. She had an Angel tattoo like Soleil but she also had a silver necklace with a claddagh ring threaded through it she'd been given by her boyfriend who Angel had killed after she'd been changed.

He and Soleil had lived with Bronte for many months before moving on to Greece where he discovered his little Angel, Flame, who'd been a slayer at the timeuntil he'd changed her.

But Flame was his favourite; he'd called her his Alysa because of that. He'd kept her for a week before changing her, in a way it had seemed a shame to change her but then again she was now his.

She had long strawberry blonde hair with blue eyes and an Angel tattoo like her fellow childes. She often wore a spiked dog collar around her neck that Angel had brought her for her birthday. She only wore it because she knew it turned on any guy whose attention she had.

Angel watched as his three children argued over the last bag of blood and grinned.

He'd taught them well.

"Angel! Tell Flame to give me it!" complained Soleil.

"Girls, girls. Give it here," said Angel.

Flame gave it to him and Angel poured the blood in to three separate glasses before leaving the girls to argue over the glass with the most in.

He walked to the window and looked out over the night.

"You Ok Angel?" asked Flame who'd come behind him.

"I'm fine my little Alysa. I was just thinking about my sire," sighed Angel putting his arm around her waist and kissing her lips lightly.

"Do you know where she is?" asked Flame in a whisper.

"No unfortunately. I haven't seen her in months. But having my girls around me is enough to help me forget her." smiled Angel.

"You shouldn't have to forget her," whispered Flame nibbling his neck when the two heard Bronte yell.

"Hey Angel can we go out now?" asked Bronte from where she was stood in front of the mirror.

"Yeah Zara just a sec." said Angel.

Flame kissed Angel on the cheek and went to finish getting ready for their night out along with Soleil and Bronte.

Angel went into his room and pulled on his boots before grabbing his Duster and going back into the main room.

He sat on the sofa and watched his childes chatter amongst themselves.

He loved then like his sisters, though he had closer relationships with Soleil since they'd spent several nights together in the beginning but more of an intense one with Flame.

She was his Darla, his lover as well one of his childes.

He snapped out his thoughts as the three girls grabbed their bags.

He pulled on his duster and led the way out the room.