Warning: This is a slight crossover with Stargate SG-1.
Disclaimer: I don't own Angel or Stargate, they belong to their own special people, I make no money off of these, and they are for enjoyment only.
I will update as often as possible, more often if I get reviews. The entire story is written.
Shifting from move to move, the young lady fights the man a head taller than her at the least. She glistens with sweat from her earlier bouts. She knew instinctively what each move meant and which move would counter. The fight was like the thousands of others she had taken part in through the five long years of being a slayer. She maintained a normal life by day, but once the sun set, she and her watcher would comb London, to find whatever demons they could, if there wasn't some set job the council needed taken care of. Mostly though it was nights like tonight, patrolling through the streets and taking out what evil was walking.
She had been a slayer for over five years, had never met her human family and considered her watcher as nothing more than a trainer. He had not encouraged the familiarity that she saw even other watchers express with their charges. Although how he could try to be fond of her when he wasn't even fond of his own flesh and blood was a mystery. She was fond of her adoptive brother. Before she had become a slayer, they had been subject to the same abuses. Her watcher no longer punished her that way. She was to strong, and the punishments wouldn't work. Her brother was still punished though not as much, as she had figured out that she had power over her watcher. Her watcher frankly hated that fact, and tried to ignore it by claiming watcher superiority.
She had stopped believing that garbage years ago. Simply put, she kept on with him because she didn't know what else to do.
"Sloppy, that was dreadful," her Watcher complains. "You let him live far longer than needed. I simply don't see why you are not already dead, even with my training. You are the worst Slayer I have ever seen. I must be luck that you survived this long."
"Thank you," she makes an ironic bow in his direction. "I appreciate the admiration you express in my work." She stares at him with her odd bright blue eyes. She knew that unnerved him the quickest.
"As we have been out for four hours, I suppose it is time for us to head in," he finally states. "Hurry along." She follows him back to the brownstone they called home. She smiles as she catches a familiar sight out of the corner of her eye.
The only members of her family she had ever met were again in England. They weren't human. Oh, they'd started out that way at one time. However, her great something uncle and his longtime girlfriend were definitely not human anymore. To be quite frank, they were what she had been raised to think of as her enemy since she was first aware. They were Vampires. Not just any two vampires either, but ENEMIES OF THE COUNCIL, Spike and Drusilla, of clan Aurelius. She didn't care though. Dru was fun and Spike always looked after her. No matter what he watched out for family first, even if she was a Slayer. She never held being a vampire against him, and he never tried to kill her for being the Slayer. Wesley knew them as well, and they had promised never to eat him.
She gets in the house and pretending to go to bed, wakes her brother up and they escape the house. Spike and Dru never stayed long, as they knew the council was rather displeased with them since they destroyed the council building back during WW2. Long time to hold a grudge as far as she was concerned, but a drop in the bucket as far as vampire years went. In addition, they knew if they were spotted in London, her Watcher would force her to after them. She had no intentions of being injured enough to be able to bow out of a fight. Her Watcher had no idea of her relationship with the two master vampires or various other things. Only Spike Dru and her brother knew she had visions sometimes. She's managed to keep it from her Watcher this far, though it was getting harder and harder.
"Aunt Dru, Uncle Spike," she grins as she embraces them in the flat they kept. "What are you doing here? I wasn't expecting you for a couple months."
"Dru decided she wanted to visit," Spike smiles. "And how are you niece?"
"Burnt out," she admits. "Tired of the whole save-the-world gig. I wish I could retire."
"The only way to retire is to die," points out her brother.
"Well, I don't plan on retiring that way," she snorts. "I just want to find a nice desert island somewhere."
"Not much you can do about that," Spike lights up a cigarette.
"Girl can dream," she shrugs. "Rummy?" she pulls out a deck of cards and they get into another friendly battle of cards. Dru plays with her dolls
"What's wrong?" Spike asks, noticing her brother watching her closely.
"She's having another vision," he replies. "What's up sis?"
"A new era approaches. Three Chosen Ones to fight against darkness. Die and yet don't die to save the world, to create this world of slayers. The ensouled one finds his purpose, the artist rediscovers his art, a vampire has a baby. A slayer goes to jail, a slayer falls for vampires, a slayer becomes a normal. The darkest time is yet to come. A family of a human and his hybrid relatives will save the world. An uncle a brother a sister and a girlfriend are all that stand in the final hour against the darkness that encroaches. Three by blood, two by bond to protect it from what come," she says in a voice that reveals the pain of the years. She blinks and notices her brother has his notepad out.
"What did I say?" she asks curiously. She glances over it. "Cheerful, how does one die and not die?"
"Well, if you drown or something like that, you are considered to be clinically dead," her brother replies
"Well, it looks like we can make the first of the prophecy occur, and get a second slayer going," she frowns. "But how to escape the Watcher's Council."
"Move to America, change your name," Spike shrugs. "Die first." They carefully plot the 'death' of her. They decide to have her sever ties with her Watcher after her brother began attending Oxford. After a week they would meet together, have Spike knock her out and strangle her. Her brother would then resuscitate her. She would then move to America under a legally changed name. She chose to take switch her middle and first name, then take Spike's last name from when he was human.
The plan goes off without a hitch. She and her brother say a tearful goodbye and she boards a plane to America. She had contacted various colleges and she had been accepted on a full ride basis, with room and books included. She started college, and generally became as normal as possible. She still patrolled, but it was more her own choice of when and where to patrol. Spike had her cell phone number but Wesley hadn't been given it, as he began to work for he council after she 'died'.
Disclaimer: I don't own Angel or Stargate, they belong to their own special people, I make no money off of these, and they are for enjoyment only.
I will update as often as possible, more often if I get reviews. The entire story is written.
Shifting from move to move, the young lady fights the man a head taller than her at the least. She glistens with sweat from her earlier bouts. She knew instinctively what each move meant and which move would counter. The fight was like the thousands of others she had taken part in through the five long years of being a slayer. She maintained a normal life by day, but once the sun set, she and her watcher would comb London, to find whatever demons they could, if there wasn't some set job the council needed taken care of. Mostly though it was nights like tonight, patrolling through the streets and taking out what evil was walking.
She had been a slayer for over five years, had never met her human family and considered her watcher as nothing more than a trainer. He had not encouraged the familiarity that she saw even other watchers express with their charges. Although how he could try to be fond of her when he wasn't even fond of his own flesh and blood was a mystery. She was fond of her adoptive brother. Before she had become a slayer, they had been subject to the same abuses. Her watcher no longer punished her that way. She was to strong, and the punishments wouldn't work. Her brother was still punished though not as much, as she had figured out that she had power over her watcher. Her watcher frankly hated that fact, and tried to ignore it by claiming watcher superiority.
She had stopped believing that garbage years ago. Simply put, she kept on with him because she didn't know what else to do.
"Sloppy, that was dreadful," her Watcher complains. "You let him live far longer than needed. I simply don't see why you are not already dead, even with my training. You are the worst Slayer I have ever seen. I must be luck that you survived this long."
"Thank you," she makes an ironic bow in his direction. "I appreciate the admiration you express in my work." She stares at him with her odd bright blue eyes. She knew that unnerved him the quickest.
"As we have been out for four hours, I suppose it is time for us to head in," he finally states. "Hurry along." She follows him back to the brownstone they called home. She smiles as she catches a familiar sight out of the corner of her eye.
The only members of her family she had ever met were again in England. They weren't human. Oh, they'd started out that way at one time. However, her great something uncle and his longtime girlfriend were definitely not human anymore. To be quite frank, they were what she had been raised to think of as her enemy since she was first aware. They were Vampires. Not just any two vampires either, but ENEMIES OF THE COUNCIL, Spike and Drusilla, of clan Aurelius. She didn't care though. Dru was fun and Spike always looked after her. No matter what he watched out for family first, even if she was a Slayer. She never held being a vampire against him, and he never tried to kill her for being the Slayer. Wesley knew them as well, and they had promised never to eat him.
She gets in the house and pretending to go to bed, wakes her brother up and they escape the house. Spike and Dru never stayed long, as they knew the council was rather displeased with them since they destroyed the council building back during WW2. Long time to hold a grudge as far as she was concerned, but a drop in the bucket as far as vampire years went. In addition, they knew if they were spotted in London, her Watcher would force her to after them. She had no intentions of being injured enough to be able to bow out of a fight. Her Watcher had no idea of her relationship with the two master vampires or various other things. Only Spike Dru and her brother knew she had visions sometimes. She's managed to keep it from her Watcher this far, though it was getting harder and harder.
"Aunt Dru, Uncle Spike," she grins as she embraces them in the flat they kept. "What are you doing here? I wasn't expecting you for a couple months."
"Dru decided she wanted to visit," Spike smiles. "And how are you niece?"
"Burnt out," she admits. "Tired of the whole save-the-world gig. I wish I could retire."
"The only way to retire is to die," points out her brother.
"Well, I don't plan on retiring that way," she snorts. "I just want to find a nice desert island somewhere."
"Not much you can do about that," Spike lights up a cigarette.
"Girl can dream," she shrugs. "Rummy?" she pulls out a deck of cards and they get into another friendly battle of cards. Dru plays with her dolls
"What's wrong?" Spike asks, noticing her brother watching her closely.
"She's having another vision," he replies. "What's up sis?"
"A new era approaches. Three Chosen Ones to fight against darkness. Die and yet don't die to save the world, to create this world of slayers. The ensouled one finds his purpose, the artist rediscovers his art, a vampire has a baby. A slayer goes to jail, a slayer falls for vampires, a slayer becomes a normal. The darkest time is yet to come. A family of a human and his hybrid relatives will save the world. An uncle a brother a sister and a girlfriend are all that stand in the final hour against the darkness that encroaches. Three by blood, two by bond to protect it from what come," she says in a voice that reveals the pain of the years. She blinks and notices her brother has his notepad out.
"What did I say?" she asks curiously. She glances over it. "Cheerful, how does one die and not die?"
"Well, if you drown or something like that, you are considered to be clinically dead," her brother replies
"Well, it looks like we can make the first of the prophecy occur, and get a second slayer going," she frowns. "But how to escape the Watcher's Council."
"Move to America, change your name," Spike shrugs. "Die first." They carefully plot the 'death' of her. They decide to have her sever ties with her Watcher after her brother began attending Oxford. After a week they would meet together, have Spike knock her out and strangle her. Her brother would then resuscitate her. She would then move to America under a legally changed name. She chose to take switch her middle and first name, then take Spike's last name from when he was human.
The plan goes off without a hitch. She and her brother say a tearful goodbye and she boards a plane to America. She had contacted various colleges and she had been accepted on a full ride basis, with room and books included. She started college, and generally became as normal as possible. She still patrolled, but it was more her own choice of when and where to patrol. Spike had her cell phone number but Wesley hadn't been given it, as he began to work for he council after she 'died'.