Disclaimer: I don't own any character in this fanfic, unless I make them up. This goes for all chapters.

Thanks for the reviews and I'm real happy to get you back BAKAMAN. To answer your question though, in heaven they have different classes of angels. A Seraphim is the highest order of an Angel. So I thought it was fitting that since Angel possesed her that she should have a name similar to his.

So you can imagine how scared demons are, once she tells them that she's an Angel. I'll explain to you later why they think she's an angel and why it's going to be important to the story.

Also try looking at chapter six again. If it doesn't work give me your email address and I'll send it to you.

on with the next chapter

Chapter 8

"Kid where the hell have you been?" Chris asked as Tara walked into the house.

"I've been out walking. Just trying to clear my head." she replies as she walks past him. He ignored the fact that she was wearing all leather, so he could just take a good look at her. She looked tired. Just like his sister Claire did when he had to tell her that their parents died.

"Well since you've been gone me and some of the other cops, already packed up your stuff."

"That's fine." Tara replied with not much emotion. Chris just looked at her with a pained expression on his face. As if he had to relive a part of his own life.

"You look tired, so come on I'll take you to your hotel." he said as he walked over to the door. Tara took one last look at the house, that she called her home for the last three months. With a sigh she walked out the door.

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After ten minutes of driving in silence, Tara looks over at Chris and starts to make conversation.

"So what's going to happen to my aunt's body?"

Chris let out a sigh before he answered. "Well according to your aunt's lawyer, as soon as she died she wanted to be cremated. I think before we left that Captain Wesker said that her ceremony is going to be tomorrow."

"Ok, well what about my stuff?"

"No offense but there really wasn't much, so we just put your clothes in that big trunk of yours. If you wanted anything else from the house you can get it tomorrow."

"Speaking of stuff, what's going to happen to my aunt's possessions?"

"That I really don't know anything about. All I know is that she had a will, so you're going to have to find out tomorrow."

Before Tara could ask another question they arrived at her hotel. Without another word Tara got out of the car, walked into the hotel, retrived her key, and started to walk to her room before Chris was able to catch up with her.

"Hey Tara!" Chris shouted out her name to get her attention. As she turned around he saw the first signs of tears about to fall from her eyes. 'Damn I better make this quick.' Chris thought to himself.

"Listen.... ahhhh, I'm going to be in town until after your aunt's ceremony, I was hoping maybe we could stay in touch."

"Th...that would be nice." Tara replied kind of sleepily.

"Alright, here's my number." he said as he handed her a card with the S.T.A.R.S. logo on it.

"If you need anything or if you need to talk to someone, just call me."

"Thanks Chris." Tara replied as she engulfed him in a hug. Before she knew what was going on she broke down and started crying. She wasn't just crying over the death of her aunt, but she was crying over the events of her life. All the times she was beat, abused, and told that she was worthless came to her mind.

She didn't even hear Chris as he tried to comfort her, all she could do was just cry.

Tara sat bolt upright in bed, heart pounding. Light flooded her eyes as she became instantly alert, scanning her surroundings. What had happened? Where was she?

Then bizarre events of the previous night came back to her, and her breathing and heart rate gradually slowed to normal. With a quick glance around she saw Chris snoring lightly in a chair beside her bed.

"Chris." Tara says as she sits up fully in bed.

"Wha.... I'm awake, I'm awake." Chris says as he snaps his eyes open. "Oh, kid you're up."

"How did I get here?"

"You were a wreck last night, kid." Chris said as he stood and strecthed his legs. "I had to practically carry you to bed."

"I'm sorry about that." Tara replied as she looked down at her hands.

"Don't be. Believe it or not but that wasn't the first time I had to do that." he said with a sad smile.

His sister Claire was the same way. At first she wouldn't cry over the death of their parents, but one day after Chris got home from a hard days work, Claire just looked at him and broke down. It was like at that moment she realized that her parents weren't coming back. Snapping out of his musings he saw Tara get up and head to the bathroom. Before she closed the door he called out to her.

"There's only about four more hours left before your aunt's ceremony. So let's get some breakfast and then head over to your house and get the rest of your stuff."

"Why do I have to get my stuff so soon?" Tara asked between yawns.

"Well school starts in a few days, so after the ceremony is over we have to send you straight to Sunnydale."

"Alright, I'll be out in a second, I just need to take a shower."

"Take your time. I'll be waiting for you in the car."

With that said Tara went into the bathroom and took her shower. As promised Chris took her back to the place she had called home for the past three months. There was yellow crime scene tape still up around the house and it seemed to only serve as a reminder of what happened.

Steeling herself she went into the house and gathered the few things, that were of value to her in the house. That job was made easy because most of the stuff she had was already packed up.

Even though Tara's Aunt was well loved in the neighborhood, not alot of people came to pay their last respects. Before Tara walked away from her Aunt's urn, her lawyer showed up. Megan had a million dollar life insurance policy and since Tara was her closet living relative, it all went to her. But the problem was she couldn't get the money until she turned 18. Upon Tara's 18th birthday she would also get the monetary value for her Aunt's house and property.

With a sad smile Tara left the church and got in the car with Chris. As they headed to the bus station, Tara decided she wanted to say goodbye to Master Tao.

"Master are you here?" Tara asked as she walked into his dojo. After a beat an elderly japanese man walked out of a backroom.

"Ahhh Tara it's good to see you." Master Tao said while looking up at her. "I heard about your Aunt and you have my deepest sympathy."

"Thank you Master." Tara said with a bow. "I just came by to tell you that I'm moving away." When she said this he looked at her with wide eyes. For these short few month's Tara was more than just a student to him. She was more like a daughter.

She was quiet, shy, and she just had this quality about her that made you instinctively like her. Tao also knew about Tara's family. Her father was in jail for child abuse and murder, plus the rest of her family disowned her. With a thought forming in his head, he excused himself and ran to the back. As he reappeared he was holding two golden bracelets in his hands.

"Tara I would like you to have these." he said as he handed the bracelets over. Tara looked at him and then at the bracelets with wide eyes. They were made out of pure gold with weird runes on them and they had a green emerald in the center of both of them. All in all they looked very expensive.

"I can't take these Master." Tara said as she handed them back to him.

"Nonsense my child." he said as hr handed them back. "These are called Dragon Gaunlets and they have been in my family for over ten generations. However I don't have anyone to pass them down to." he said kind of sadly.

"But, since you are the closet thing I have to a daughter, I would like you to have them."

Tara was about to reply to that, until she saw the stern look on her teachers face. With a bow and a thank you, Tara put the gaunlets on and walked out of the dojo. None of them however saw the gems on the gaunlets flash a brilliant green as Tara walked out.

As Tara said her goodbyes to Chris, she walked over to the bus counter and got her ticket. As she was about to get on the bus, she saw crosses hanging on the door and a few of the windows. With a curious glance at the bus driver, she thought that maybe her and Angel weren't the only ones who knew of the darkness.

Shrugging that thought off, she got on the bus and took a seat. As the bus slowly lurched forward, Tara began to look out the window. Ignoring the scenery she began to think on the adventures she would have in Sunnydale.

tbc...

by the by I originally planned for the ghost that was haunting Tara to be Wesley. But I thought the story would be alot more interesting with it being Angel. Also be prepared for a few Buffy and Angelverse crossovers in the next chapter.