I haven't updated in a while because of my writers block, but now my muse is back, and here is a new part! I hope y'all will forgive me for my laziness.

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Chapter 3 - Daddy

The sun had just set and it was starting to get dark. The city was starting
to calm down, but within a few hours, it would be wide-awake again, only
(that) the creatures of the night would be the ones who were partying. Except
many young mortal people, who would also probably (would) party all night long, and a couple of them would probably become dinner.

Something that meant that he had to go out and save them. Some nights,
especially this one, he didn't want to go on patrol. Too bad that he had to.
It was his 'sacred duty'. Yeah, it really was his duty. No one else would
have done it.

The vampire sighed and rested his head against a cold wall. He sat on the
roof on the building where 'Angel Investigations' were located. The view
from the top was amazing, and when the sun set it was a really beautiful
sight. Some would even say that it was very romantic to sit on the roof at
sunset. This evening wasn't romantic at all. Not that he was alone, but no
one could say that it could be romantic to sit on a roof with the person he
was up with now. Cozy, yes, but not romantic.

Small whimpers tore Angel out of his thoughts and back to the brutal world.

"Shh" Angel cooed and rocked the little creature in his arms.

Twenty-four hours ago, Angel hadn't seen this creature before, but so much
had happened. So much had happened within a few hours. Angel sighed and let his mind travel back a few hours, after the oracles had taken back the day that
never existed.

"So, then let's just stick to the plan. Keep our distance until time has
passed. Given enough time - we should be able to.. " Buffy started.

"Forget" Angel finished for his ex-lover.

"Yeah. So - I'm gonna go - start forgetting," Buffy said, but it doesn't
sound like that was what she wanted.

Suddenly, a demon jumped through the window, smashing it on it's way in.
The demon ran towards Angel, who grabbed one of Cordy's elf statues and
smashed the jewel on the demon's head. The demon vanished.

Angel placed the elf statue back on it's original place and hoped that
Cordelia never would find out that he had used it to kill a demon. Angel
looked at Buffy who stared at him with enormous eyes.

"That was unreal. How did you know how to kill it?" She asked unbelievably.

"It's a Mohra demon. I had a lot of time to catch up on my reading. " Angel
told Buffy pretty quickly.

"Yeah. Okay. So I guess we've covered it, right?" Buffy asked after a while.

"I guess we did" Angel said slowly.

"And that's all there really is to say" Buffy said, as if she wanted him to
confirm it more than once.

"Yeah. That's it" Angel said, as he discovered his clock on the floor. It
was broken. He looked up from the clock to where Buffy was supposed to
stand, but she was gone. He could see her back as she walked through the
door in his office.

Angel sighed, and picked the broken clock up from the floor and placed it
beside Cordelia's elf. He'd fix it later.

Suddenly, his sensitive ears picked up some low whimpering sounds. They
were coming from his apartment below the ground. Angel wrinkled his brows
and followed the low sound down to his bedroom.

"What can it be?" he thought and crept down the last stairs before he stood
in the room where he said goodbye to Buffy and his humanity.

He peeked into his bedroom and saw a pink blanket lying on his bed. The
blanket moved! Angel's eyes widened, but his senses didn't react, so it
wasn't anything dangerous. Then he realized it. It was the baby.

He picked up the pink blanket, and the baby inside it. Angel had to smile.
Wrapped up in the little blanket laid one of the sweetest things he had ever
seen. The little baby, it was obviously a girl since the blanket was pink,
looked at him with big brown eyes.

"You're so tiny," he said to the baby and held her as if he was afraid she would
break in thousand pieces. He carefully touched her nose. It was so small.
Everything on her was like a regular size person, only smaller.

A little hand got out of the blanket and grabbed Angel's index finger. Angel
looked amused at the little hand that held his finger. The sleeve on the
pink bodysuit she wore, sled a little bit down her arm, and revealed some
sort of bracelet. Not those beautiful ones of gold, but those plastic ones
you get when you're in a hospital.
He took a closer look at the bracelet and found out that it actually had
written something on it.

"Hi! I'm Buffy Anne Summer's baby girl. I'm born (on) August 21st at 7.30
AM. My name is Angelle Eloise Summers. I was 50 cm long and weighed 3890
grams." Angel read loudly. He looked at the girl.

"Angelle?" he asked, not that he expected an answer from the little baby in
his arms. If he hadn't read the text on the bracelet, just heard the name,
he would've believed that she had the same name as him, because it had the same pronunciation.

"You named her after me?" Angel whispered silently as he looked down at the
little girl who sucked on her little thumb. He had to smile when he looked
at her. She was so tiny, innocent and pure. She was his daughter.

"It's sad that I have to give you a new name, sweetie" Angel thought as he
carefully sat down on the bed. Not wanting the little one to stop her thumb
sucking. It was terribly cute to watch.

"She can't have the same name as me. That'll just be confusing, and if Buffy
suddenly gets her memory back" Angel started. He knew she'd never get her
memory back. "It'll be stupid to name you after me. She isn't supposed to
know you. At least for now" he finished. The baby had now closed her eyes
and breathed steadily.

"So I have to find a new name for you," he thought as he slowly rose up from
the bed. Trying not to wake the sleeping baby. He walked out of the bedroom
and walked up the stairs, buried deeply in his own thoughts.

After he had talked a little bit with Cordelia and Doyle, asking them if
there were any souls that needed to be rescued and if they had any name
suggestions, he had headed up to the roof where he now sat.

Their name suggestions had been almost useless. Cordelia's suggestions:
Ashley, Jessica, Celine, Isabelle and Christina, were too common. He didn't
want a common name. He wanted something unique.

Doyle's suggestion had been more useable. He said that a name was quite a
hard thing to find, and you're not supposed to just decide on one. It has to
fit with the baby.

Angel looked at the sky that was slowly turning black, which meant that he had to
go and save some souls soon. He sighed and looked down at the little girl in
his arms, who just had woken up. Her brown eyes looked up at him, and it was
almost like they smiled to him.

"She reminds me of Kathy," he thought, remembering his sister as he looked at his daughter. It felt like lightening had hit him, but not in the bad way, the good way. He felt a name coming up in his mind.

"Catharina" he said to the baby, but Catharina sounded so lonely alone. She
needed another name. He dug up a name he heard a lot of years ago, and it
was somehow related to the name Buffy had picked.

"Skye Catharina" he announced. "Welcome to the world".