Chapter 5: Revealing Truths

Angel couldn't believe what he was getting himself into. Infiltrate the Watcher's Council? According to these men, and Buffy, they fought these so called demons, which he had a hard time believing in. 'What made him want to believe it all?' He asked himself.

It was Buffy. She made him want to be noble, to be worthy of her hand in marriage in actuality, and not just as a ploy. His mother called her Elizabeth, but he had trouble calling her anything but Buffy. Maybe there was something between them that went beyond her past (which according to her was in the future). It was the only thing that made sense out of all of this, if any of it did.

Buffy had tied up the two men who had tried to kill her using a rather large and strange looking dirk. He couldn't believe that she had done what she did. However, the fact that his mother never acted as if anything out of the ordinary was happening. Angel decided that enough was enough and it was time for his mother to tell them all.

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Angel's mother was sitting in the parlor that evening doing her mending, when Angel and Buffy came up to her. Angel's father had left after dinner to tend to some business like he did most evenings, and Angel could be alone to question his mother. "Mother."

"Yes dear."

"It's time that you told us everything. We're leaving for London in the morning, and I need to know everything. How did you know how to take care of Buffy's wound. How come through everything, her story, her abilities, the fact that we have become so close, and you have shielded it all from father instead of going hysterical about it?"

"Well, Angel, you know that I was raised in Dublin? My story starts with my father. He was a Watcher. And he had always wanted a son to carry on the family tradition, but all he got was me. A daughter. When I was 15, he was assigned to the new slayer, Ellie, who had appeared here in Ireland. She was my age. We became friends, no matter how my father kept on saying that slayers couldn't have friends. And then when we were 17, my father was killed."

"Demon?" Buffy asked.

"Boat accident. My father had been called to the Watcher's council to discuss the slayer's trials. According to him, they are tested on their 18th birthday. When my father died. Ellie and I decided that we didn't need another watcher, despite the uptight man they had sent from London. So, we ran from Dublin. We took all of my father's books, and we, she as slayer, and I as watcher, fought demons until, well she died. I guess there isn't really much to say. I met your father. Married him. Gave him a son. And that was it. We pretty much lived separate lives after that. When Ellie died I realized that the world with demons was too much for girls to go at it alone. It was fine when it was the two of us. I loved her, she was more than a sister really. We were partners. I found the demons, and she killed them. But when she died, there were two things I could do: Get married, or become a whore. I chose the former. And I got you, it was all worth it." She said looking at Angel. "I guess it was fate. You finding your own Slayer."

Buffy, realizing something. "Do you still have your fathers books?"

"Yes, I kept them all these years, I hid them in my wardrobe, and later buried them below my garden. Are you still going to go to the Watcher's council?"

"I'd hate to disappoint Willy back there."

"When you said that I was your husband?"

"It's all part of the ploy that we've got going. Why?"

"Well the Cladaul ring that I gave you."

"Yeah. You wear it with the heart towards you when your heart belongs to someone. I have never warn it anyway different. My heart always belonged to you."

"Well, you're wearing it on your left hand."

"Yes."

"Well, among my people, it is a declaration of marriage. So in their eyes, we're engaged sweetheart. So, when do you want to leave for London?"

"Tomorrow morning. I want to give that Watcher's Council a piece of my mind. If they happen to get a little bloody in the process, so be it. And why are you just rushing past the news that, oh, honey, we're engaged. That's a big deal."

"Yeah?" Angel said, smiling.

"Yeah, I'm two centuries in the past. I need to get back to my time to take to take care of my sister and help the new rising slayers, and here you give me the one reason I didn't want to stay. How can you ask me to choose between my life in the future and the love of my life?"

"I didn't. I'll come with you. I don't care what century we're in. It may sound weird, but I wasn't truly alive until you saved me from dying."

"I'm also afraid to go back."

"Why?"

"Why? I changed the future. Who knows how what I did changed it. I mean, yes no Darla, Drew, or Spike, but you won't be there helping me defeat evil. And Spike, he gets a soul, he's the one that destroys the Hellmouth. I am just worried that I will go back and find Willow, Xander, Giles, Dawn, all of them dead, because I changed the future when I saved you."

"You haven't told me what I did as a vampire, but I have heard stories of Vampires. I was bad huh?"

"You were the most maniacal evil thing that ever existed."

"That's good to know."

"Why?"

"Well, when you killed Darla, you didn't just saved me. You saved every future victom of the four of us. You saved the future."

A/N: Hope that people aren't that confused. I have my own thing going on in my head, and I do my best to translate for the readers. I hope that you like the story. Keep reading and reviewing!