Disclaimer: Do I own Buffy or angel? No I don't, which is a shame...its a good idea. xsighsx
Author: Flaire Delacour with Faith
Title: Angel and the Crescent clan
Spoilers...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.
The next day...
Flame woke and went into the lounge to see Angel's girl from the night before asleep on the sofa.
She heard someone stir next door and soon Bronte and Soleil came out of Angel's room.
"Hey have you two seen Angel?" asked Flame.
"Nope, he left us your room last night while he went to get the blood out the two guys we brought home last night." said Bronte.
The three went to the kitchen and saw Angel sat at the kitchen table a jug filled with blood was beside him, a shot glass in his hand and he was asleep face down at the table.
Flame couldn't help but feel the anger she'd felt for her sire the night before disappeared at the sight of his Angelic face asleep.
"Hey he managed to get a whole lot of blood from them last night." said Bronte from the fridge.
Flame stroked the hair away from Angel's forehead as Bronte and Soleil poured themselves some blood.
"Is Angel in..." asked a voice and the three girls turned to see Desiree stood in Angel's shirt.
"You must be Mia? Angel told us about you last night." said Soleil.
"Are you the ones he described as sisters?" asked Desiree.
"Most likely. I'm Bronte, that's Soleil and she's Flame. You fancy some blood? Its freshly squeezed." said Bronte offering her the jug.
"Yeah thanks. So Flame you must be the Alysa Angel kept referring to last night," said Desiree taking the jug and glass Bronte offered her.
"That'd be me. Me and Angel are kind of a couple," said Flame.
" So whose this Sheridon that Angel told us about last night?" asked Soleil sipping her blood.
"Oh that's Gavin my Childe. He should be up by now, said Flame.
As if he knew he was being talked about Gavin came into the kitchen, dressed in his trousers, showing his top half and the tattoo on his chest of a phoenix and the heart that Flame had engraved into his shoulder with her fang last night.
"You must be Sheridon?" said Soleil looking him over with a flicker of interest in her eyes.
"I must. Flame you never told me there were more pretty ladies in this family of yours." said Gavin with a sly smile.
"Oi you! Watch, whom you're speaking to sonny Jim," said Flame slapping him playfully on the arm.
"Sorry ma'am." smiled Gavin playfully, putting his arms around her waist and kissing her neck.
"You fancy some blood Sheridon?" asked Bronte.
"Um I suppose. You got any vodka I can have with it?" asked Gavin.
Flame leaned over and smelt the blood in the jug Angel had been drinking from last night.
"I think this one has Irish cream in it. You want some of that?" asked Flame.
Gavin whispered something her ear that the other three didn't hear and Flame giggled waking up Angel.
"No one touch my blood!" exclaimed Angel bringing the jug close to him and hugging it to his chest.
"Now now Angel. I think you've had enough, whispered Desiree coming towards him.
"Need more. Too much hurt..." slurred Angel.
"Angel sweetie, I think you need a shower and some aspirin, said Soleil.
"Maybe I could do with an aspirin, said Angel letting go of the jug and clutching his head.
"Come on Angel, let's go have a shower," said Flame going to her sire and taking his arm, which she put around her waist.
"But Isolde..." began Gavin when Flame helped Angel up.
"Sheridon not now. I need to help my hung over Sire. Get to know the girls, I won't be long." assured Flame as she helped Angel out his chair and secured him before helping him toward the bathroom in their bedroom.
"Still want that blood Sheridon?" asked Desiree.
"What's your name?" asked Gavin reluctantly, taking Angel's place at the table while Bronte and Soleil made breakfast for the small family.
"I'm Desiree, but Angel calls me Mia, " said Desiree sitting down.
"Bit possessive isn't it?" asked Gavin.
"Excuse me?" asked Desiree.
"Well I studied the meanings of peoples names while I was at university. Mia means mine." said Gavin taking the jug that Desiree offered him.
"I didn't know that," said Desiree.
"What does Angel call the others?" asked Gavin pouring himself a glass of blood and putting some of the blood from Angel's Irish cream blend in it too.
"He calls Flame Alysa," said Desiree.
"Of course he would." said Gavin.
"Bronte, Zara and Soleil Adora." said Desiree.
"So he calls Flame Alysa meaning princess and Soleil Adora which means beloved one. He obviously considers her them to him." said Gavin.
"But what's with you calling Flame Isolde?" asked Desiree curiously.
"Oh that means Beautiful," said Gavin.
"And she calling you Sheridon?" asked Desiree.
"That means wild one. And believe me I was pretty wild last night." grinned Gavin.
"I don't even want to know," smiled Desiree.
"Well maybe one night I could show you how I got the name Sheridon?" asked Gavin with a sly smile.
"Maybe." smiled Desiree.