Disclaimer: If I owned them would I be sitting here writing this story
about Buffy and Angel being together, when, if I owned them, they'd already
be together, cause they're soul mates and Angel is so selfish for thinking
his love is not enough for Buffy???? The answer would be no.
Dedication: To everyone who has made a contribution to the world!!
Summary: AU!! B/A!! What if Buffy is Angel's sire instead of Darla? She comes to Sunnydale to find Angel with a soul, a son, and helping the Slayer, while she is a soulless vampire! Can they ever be together?
Spoilers: Nothing I can think of.
Reviews: Yeah, or I'll die through lack of oxygen.
AN: Chapters 1 to the beginning of this one, all take place on Friday night. Just so you know!!
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"I wonder how Darla came back?" Angel muttered, though no one was listening.
"Wow!" Connor exclaimed, "You're strong!"
Buffy folded her arms over her chest but didn't turn round. "Yeah, that comes with being a Slayer, then turning into a vampire and killing fourteen Slayers yourself. I guess anyone would be strong." The words were pensive, but her tone was impatient, and the blonde still didn't turn to face her Childe's son.
Angel turned to Connor.
"Go to bed, Connor."
At this, Buffy whirled around.
"Good idea. I think that I might do that as well."
But Angel caught her arm as she walked past him.
"We need to talk." He said quietly.
Buffy gazed at him.
"I'm really tired." She answered at length. "We can talk tomorrow." When still he didn't let go, she sighed, "Please Angel. I promise. Tomorrow."
Angel gently let go of her arm and watched as she darted up the stairs.
"Tomorrow then." He murmured quietly, before going up the stairs and entering a spare room.
* * *
On the outskirts of Sunnydale, the welcome sign lay battered, courtesy of Spike's reckless driving. Next to the ragged notice stood a girl, aged somewhere around fourteen. She was of medium height and build; had straight dark brown hair that fell past her shoulders; and hazel eyes that eagerly drank in everything that they saw. Her creamy, flawless skin stood out against the thin black robe and cloak, which hung loosely on her slim frame. She looked about quietly, before walking slowly towards the town.
She was followed shortly by another girl. She too had straight, shoulder- length hair, which was a golden brown with dark red streaks; and she had beautiful deep green eyes. A black robe and cloak were draped around her tightly and made her pale skin look like that of a vampiress. She was around eighteen years of age, and quite tall. She too looked around, picked up her small black suitcase, and half-ran to Sunnydale.
Twenty minutes later, yet another girl appeared next to the same sign. She had dirty blonde hair, which was straight and ended just below her shoulders. The somewhat vacant expression in her sparkling, light green eyes showed that she did not reside completely in this world, and that she was nervy about something. She, like the first of her predecessors, was fourteen and was of around the same height as the first girl. She too wore a black cloak and robe, just like the others. Her pretty face was marred by the frown that was creased upon it. The girl lifted her hand slightly and the five large suitcases that surrounded her floated up into the air and followed her as she made her way into Sunnydale.
* * * Drusilla looked up as Spike came sauntering into the abandoned factory, where they'd chosen to stay.
"Drusilla, my love!" He greeted her loudly.
"Spike." Drusilla moaned quietly, as Spike swung her round the room.
"Tonight has been a fabulous night!" The platinum-haired vampire half-sang as he headed for the makeshift bedroom.
"Spike!" She shouted, stamping the floor with her foot, as a burst of energy came to her.
Spike turned to her.
"Yes, my love?" He asked gently.
"Buffy has joined my Angel." She moaned.
Spike frowned.
"What?" He asked.
"She means that my Childe has got a soul, just like Angelus."
Spike turned to see Darla.
"Darla!" He greeted her, with false joy, "Long time, no see!"
The vampiress scowled and brushed him off.
"Whatever. The facts are that you want Buffy and I want Angelus. So, will you go along with my plan or not?"
Spike carefully surveyed her, not quite understanding yet.
"James!" He called, and a minion darted through the doorway.
"Yes, sir?"
"Where's Buffy?" Spike snapped.
James looked at Darla standing smugly, hands on hips; Spike waiting impatiently for an answer; and Drusilla humming softly and dancing gracefully around the room.
"I have not seen my Sire since we came here, sir."
Spike nodded and signaled for him to go. His eyes narrowed as he looked sideways at the smirking Darla.
"What plan?" He asked carefully.
Darla's smirk grew to a grin.
* * *
Willow brightly knocked on the mansion door, happily thinking what a wonderful Saturday it would be.
It was opened by a bleary eyed Connor.
"Oh," He yawned, "Hey guys!"
"Hey Connor!" Willow replied brightly.
The boy watched as Willow, Oz, Xander, Anya, Doyle, Lorne, Giles and a grumbling Cordelia shuffled in and settled on the couch and chairs.
They all looked towards the stairs, where Angel was walking down with no shirt on and wearing leather pants.
Cordelia immediately brightened and Anya became vaguely interested in the proceedings.
"Where's Buffy?" He asked quickly, running a hand through his wet hair. They all gave him looks.
"They slept in different bedrooms." Connor said, jumping in. He turned to Angel, "She's in the basement, about to break a punch bag."
Angel nodded.
'Could you go and get her, while I make tea and coffee?"
"Sure."
Connor quickly went down to the basement, where he found Buffy attacking a punch bag. When Buffy paused between blows, he stepped forward. "What did the punch bag do?" He asked with a grin, seating himself on the nearest bench.
Buffy glanced at him.
"It became your father." She answered, as she sat down next to him.
Connor raised an eyebrow.
"You want to kill my dad?"
"I don't." Buffy admitted, "The punch bag then became Darla. I want to kill her."
Connor nodded, understanding now.
"What did Darla do that was so bad?"
Buffy smiled slightly and shook her head.
"Many things, Connor. Too many to tell."
Connor nodded again.
"So. I guess you've been all round the world?" Buffy only frowned at him. "I mean, what with you being. how old are you?"
Buffy laughed.
"Old." She answered.
Connor grinned at her.
"Have you ever met anyone famous?" He asked.
"Um, Adolf Hitler!"
Connor's eyes widened.
"Really?"
Buffy nodded absently.
"Yeah. I've met lots of male stars." She shifted uncomfortably. "You know, met them, then had sex with them, occasionally ate them."
Connor merely nodded (yet again), and there was a comfortable silence between the pair.
"So, why don't you want to kill Angel?" Connor asked curiously.
Buffy laughed and patted his hand.
"Here's a question for you, Connor. what is your second name, by the way?"
Connor looked thoughtful and shrugged.
"I don't know. There's a question you can ask dad."
"Yeah, maybe I will. Anyway, you have vampire powers, don't you?"
Connor nodded.
"Yeah, I have the strength, speed and senses."
At this, Buffy jumped up suddenly.
"Do you want to spar?" She asked.
Connor frowned slightly.
"Um."
Buffy pouted.
"Please?" She shifted impatiently from foot to foot. "Please? I've got tons of energy to burn!"
"But you've got to meet the gang!"
Buffy wrapped her arms around herself and unvoluntarily shivered.
"I can meet them later." She answered stubbornly.
Connor sighed.
"Ok."
* * *
Giles looked up from the book that he was absently flicking through.
"Angel, maybe you'd better go and get them?"
"Yeah, go and find out where your annoying, snobby Sire is!" Cordelia muttered under her breath, coldly.
"I think you'll find that's you, Cor!" Xander mocked.
Angel ignored the meaningless banter and nodded, before going down to find his dangerous, beautiful Sire and his wayward son.
* * *
"So, how did you and dad meet?" Connor asked, receiving a blow to the stomach.
"Well, he was coming out of a bar, completely drunk," Buffy replied, knocking Connor to the ground with a well-placed roundhouse kick, "and I was walking down the street. We saw each other and both stopped. Well, we ended up sleeping together and-"
"There you are."
They both swung round to see Angel standing in the doorway, his face showing no emotion whatsoever.
"Angel." Buffy greeted quietly.
"Buffy, I think it would be best if you came up and met the gang."
Buffy gazed into Angel's eyes and could see that he didn't like the pain that hearing about how he got sired brought up.
Connor frowned.
"But.!"
Buffy smiled weakly.
"Come on, let's. meet the gang!"
* * *
Thanks to everyone who reviewed chapter 6 (I'm taking to writing little notes!):
MystikalMoi: I sincerely hope I have not ruined your whole liking of B/A and I promise that I shall try and write faster! But only if you review lots and lots! *G*
Tariq: That's just me. Don't worry.
marron: Thank you. Hopefully the rest of the story lives up to that as well.
EmilyTheStrange 1: I hate Darla too. She is mean, but she's an important factor between Buffy and Angel, so I can't kill her. Yet. *G*
Fi: Short yet simple! I like it.
Rain: Hope you are well too! Email me! I'm all alone! *sniff*
crazy4b/a2: Nothing to say but; THANK YOU!!
Kendra3: Your wish is my command!
Eternal Darkness: You should be sorry! *G* And B/R?? Frankly. NO!!
Lindsay: Do you know where I'm going with it? *G*
Kathleen: Glad to know someone's reading Emotions!!
queen dime: I don't mean to kill you! Hopefully this one's long enough! And. Angel doesn't really get a chance to say anything about Darla. Not yet, anyway! *G*
Sorry it took soooooooooooooo long, but I've been reading lots of v. good B/A stories!! Anyway I was wondering if you'd like Souled to have a sequel?? Or maybe be a trilogy, cause I have some interesting ideas!! Comments, insults and questions are all welcome and read and will be answered in the next chapter!! If anyone would like to talk to me, just email me and start typing!! Oh yeah if anyone wants to put my story on their website just email me and tell me where you'd put it, and I'll look at the website and get back to you!! Now REVIEW!!
Dedication: To everyone who has made a contribution to the world!!
Summary: AU!! B/A!! What if Buffy is Angel's sire instead of Darla? She comes to Sunnydale to find Angel with a soul, a son, and helping the Slayer, while she is a soulless vampire! Can they ever be together?
Spoilers: Nothing I can think of.
Reviews: Yeah, or I'll die through lack of oxygen.
AN: Chapters 1 to the beginning of this one, all take place on Friday night. Just so you know!!
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"I wonder how Darla came back?" Angel muttered, though no one was listening.
"Wow!" Connor exclaimed, "You're strong!"
Buffy folded her arms over her chest but didn't turn round. "Yeah, that comes with being a Slayer, then turning into a vampire and killing fourteen Slayers yourself. I guess anyone would be strong." The words were pensive, but her tone was impatient, and the blonde still didn't turn to face her Childe's son.
Angel turned to Connor.
"Go to bed, Connor."
At this, Buffy whirled around.
"Good idea. I think that I might do that as well."
But Angel caught her arm as she walked past him.
"We need to talk." He said quietly.
Buffy gazed at him.
"I'm really tired." She answered at length. "We can talk tomorrow." When still he didn't let go, she sighed, "Please Angel. I promise. Tomorrow."
Angel gently let go of her arm and watched as she darted up the stairs.
"Tomorrow then." He murmured quietly, before going up the stairs and entering a spare room.
* * *
On the outskirts of Sunnydale, the welcome sign lay battered, courtesy of Spike's reckless driving. Next to the ragged notice stood a girl, aged somewhere around fourteen. She was of medium height and build; had straight dark brown hair that fell past her shoulders; and hazel eyes that eagerly drank in everything that they saw. Her creamy, flawless skin stood out against the thin black robe and cloak, which hung loosely on her slim frame. She looked about quietly, before walking slowly towards the town.
She was followed shortly by another girl. She too had straight, shoulder- length hair, which was a golden brown with dark red streaks; and she had beautiful deep green eyes. A black robe and cloak were draped around her tightly and made her pale skin look like that of a vampiress. She was around eighteen years of age, and quite tall. She too looked around, picked up her small black suitcase, and half-ran to Sunnydale.
Twenty minutes later, yet another girl appeared next to the same sign. She had dirty blonde hair, which was straight and ended just below her shoulders. The somewhat vacant expression in her sparkling, light green eyes showed that she did not reside completely in this world, and that she was nervy about something. She, like the first of her predecessors, was fourteen and was of around the same height as the first girl. She too wore a black cloak and robe, just like the others. Her pretty face was marred by the frown that was creased upon it. The girl lifted her hand slightly and the five large suitcases that surrounded her floated up into the air and followed her as she made her way into Sunnydale.
* * * Drusilla looked up as Spike came sauntering into the abandoned factory, where they'd chosen to stay.
"Drusilla, my love!" He greeted her loudly.
"Spike." Drusilla moaned quietly, as Spike swung her round the room.
"Tonight has been a fabulous night!" The platinum-haired vampire half-sang as he headed for the makeshift bedroom.
"Spike!" She shouted, stamping the floor with her foot, as a burst of energy came to her.
Spike turned to her.
"Yes, my love?" He asked gently.
"Buffy has joined my Angel." She moaned.
Spike frowned.
"What?" He asked.
"She means that my Childe has got a soul, just like Angelus."
Spike turned to see Darla.
"Darla!" He greeted her, with false joy, "Long time, no see!"
The vampiress scowled and brushed him off.
"Whatever. The facts are that you want Buffy and I want Angelus. So, will you go along with my plan or not?"
Spike carefully surveyed her, not quite understanding yet.
"James!" He called, and a minion darted through the doorway.
"Yes, sir?"
"Where's Buffy?" Spike snapped.
James looked at Darla standing smugly, hands on hips; Spike waiting impatiently for an answer; and Drusilla humming softly and dancing gracefully around the room.
"I have not seen my Sire since we came here, sir."
Spike nodded and signaled for him to go. His eyes narrowed as he looked sideways at the smirking Darla.
"What plan?" He asked carefully.
Darla's smirk grew to a grin.
* * *
Willow brightly knocked on the mansion door, happily thinking what a wonderful Saturday it would be.
It was opened by a bleary eyed Connor.
"Oh," He yawned, "Hey guys!"
"Hey Connor!" Willow replied brightly.
The boy watched as Willow, Oz, Xander, Anya, Doyle, Lorne, Giles and a grumbling Cordelia shuffled in and settled on the couch and chairs.
They all looked towards the stairs, where Angel was walking down with no shirt on and wearing leather pants.
Cordelia immediately brightened and Anya became vaguely interested in the proceedings.
"Where's Buffy?" He asked quickly, running a hand through his wet hair. They all gave him looks.
"They slept in different bedrooms." Connor said, jumping in. He turned to Angel, "She's in the basement, about to break a punch bag."
Angel nodded.
'Could you go and get her, while I make tea and coffee?"
"Sure."
Connor quickly went down to the basement, where he found Buffy attacking a punch bag. When Buffy paused between blows, he stepped forward. "What did the punch bag do?" He asked with a grin, seating himself on the nearest bench.
Buffy glanced at him.
"It became your father." She answered, as she sat down next to him.
Connor raised an eyebrow.
"You want to kill my dad?"
"I don't." Buffy admitted, "The punch bag then became Darla. I want to kill her."
Connor nodded, understanding now.
"What did Darla do that was so bad?"
Buffy smiled slightly and shook her head.
"Many things, Connor. Too many to tell."
Connor nodded again.
"So. I guess you've been all round the world?" Buffy only frowned at him. "I mean, what with you being. how old are you?"
Buffy laughed.
"Old." She answered.
Connor grinned at her.
"Have you ever met anyone famous?" He asked.
"Um, Adolf Hitler!"
Connor's eyes widened.
"Really?"
Buffy nodded absently.
"Yeah. I've met lots of male stars." She shifted uncomfortably. "You know, met them, then had sex with them, occasionally ate them."
Connor merely nodded (yet again), and there was a comfortable silence between the pair.
"So, why don't you want to kill Angel?" Connor asked curiously.
Buffy laughed and patted his hand.
"Here's a question for you, Connor. what is your second name, by the way?"
Connor looked thoughtful and shrugged.
"I don't know. There's a question you can ask dad."
"Yeah, maybe I will. Anyway, you have vampire powers, don't you?"
Connor nodded.
"Yeah, I have the strength, speed and senses."
At this, Buffy jumped up suddenly.
"Do you want to spar?" She asked.
Connor frowned slightly.
"Um."
Buffy pouted.
"Please?" She shifted impatiently from foot to foot. "Please? I've got tons of energy to burn!"
"But you've got to meet the gang!"
Buffy wrapped her arms around herself and unvoluntarily shivered.
"I can meet them later." She answered stubbornly.
Connor sighed.
"Ok."
* * *
Giles looked up from the book that he was absently flicking through.
"Angel, maybe you'd better go and get them?"
"Yeah, go and find out where your annoying, snobby Sire is!" Cordelia muttered under her breath, coldly.
"I think you'll find that's you, Cor!" Xander mocked.
Angel ignored the meaningless banter and nodded, before going down to find his dangerous, beautiful Sire and his wayward son.
* * *
"So, how did you and dad meet?" Connor asked, receiving a blow to the stomach.
"Well, he was coming out of a bar, completely drunk," Buffy replied, knocking Connor to the ground with a well-placed roundhouse kick, "and I was walking down the street. We saw each other and both stopped. Well, we ended up sleeping together and-"
"There you are."
They both swung round to see Angel standing in the doorway, his face showing no emotion whatsoever.
"Angel." Buffy greeted quietly.
"Buffy, I think it would be best if you came up and met the gang."
Buffy gazed into Angel's eyes and could see that he didn't like the pain that hearing about how he got sired brought up.
Connor frowned.
"But.!"
Buffy smiled weakly.
"Come on, let's. meet the gang!"
* * *
Thanks to everyone who reviewed chapter 6 (I'm taking to writing little notes!):
MystikalMoi: I sincerely hope I have not ruined your whole liking of B/A and I promise that I shall try and write faster! But only if you review lots and lots! *G*
Tariq: That's just me. Don't worry.
marron: Thank you. Hopefully the rest of the story lives up to that as well.
EmilyTheStrange 1: I hate Darla too. She is mean, but she's an important factor between Buffy and Angel, so I can't kill her. Yet. *G*
Fi: Short yet simple! I like it.
Rain: Hope you are well too! Email me! I'm all alone! *sniff*
crazy4b/a2: Nothing to say but; THANK YOU!!
Kendra3: Your wish is my command!
Eternal Darkness: You should be sorry! *G* And B/R?? Frankly. NO!!
Lindsay: Do you know where I'm going with it? *G*
Kathleen: Glad to know someone's reading Emotions!!
queen dime: I don't mean to kill you! Hopefully this one's long enough! And. Angel doesn't really get a chance to say anything about Darla. Not yet, anyway! *G*
Sorry it took soooooooooooooo long, but I've been reading lots of v. good B/A stories!! Anyway I was wondering if you'd like Souled to have a sequel?? Or maybe be a trilogy, cause I have some interesting ideas!! Comments, insults and questions are all welcome and read and will be answered in the next chapter!! If anyone would like to talk to me, just email me and start typing!! Oh yeah if anyone wants to put my story on their website just email me and tell me where you'd put it, and I'll look at the website and get back to you!! Now REVIEW!!
