Angelus' Offspring- Chapter Two
Title: Angelus' Offspring
Author: Rowynne Crowley
Rating: PG-13 for some chapters, NC-17 for others, read at your own risk, as I can't remember what's in each chapter.
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Multiple pairings with Angel(us), as well as Spike (William), plus numerous others.
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or Angel. They are the property of Joss the Great and Powerful. Any characters associated with said Masterpieces belong to Mr. Whedon and his Whedonettes. All others are mine, but feel free to play with them if you like.
Notes: Some very minor details such as names and dates were borrowed from various other fanfics, including but not limited to The Spike Thesis at www.channelingboards.com/SpikeThesis
Summary: Liam has a one-nighter with his family's servant, and the union ultimately results in 12 generations of supernaturally endowed twins. Angelus makes it his unlife's mission to destroy them all.
Warnings: Contains adult language, adult content, sexually explicit situations, non-con, graphic torture. If you are disturbed by these things, read no further.
Anna O'Connor 1735-1767
The Great Escape
Anna declined attending Liam's funeral, not willing to risk the rest of her dream coming to pass. Much to the dismay of Liam's younger sister, Kathy (who felt she was being abandoned by everyone she held dear), she instead packed up her meager belongings and fled the town of Galway, where she had made her home all of her eighteen years of life. She made her way west into Dublin, onto the mainland, into Manchester, England, south through Birmingham and on to London, finally leaving the British Isles, and continuing on to France. It was a constant struggle to stay one step ahead of the demon now wearing the face of her beloved Liam, whom she had come to learn through rumors and hearsay, was now calling himself Angelus.
She became obsessed with the notion that he would one day find her, and finish what he had begun with his family back in Galway. She had heard the stories and read the newspaper reports of the terror wrought in her hometown by Angelus and his new consort, Darla. Everyone she had come to know and love throughout her lifetime, and in particular those who had become her surrogate family, all died horrible and violent deaths at the hands of her former crush. In every city and township she passed through on her travels, she heard similar tales. It is unclear whether she was unwittingly following him, or if Angelus was consciously pursuing Anna, but in her eyes it seemed only a matter of time before he finally caught up with her, thus erasing the last remnants of his human life.
She was remained constantly vigilant for any shred of evidence that her former lover was nearby, and was prepared to flee at a moment's notice. She kept carefully maintained records of Angelus' activities, via newspaper clippings from her hometown of Galway, and every city and town she passed through during her seemingly endless escape. She tirelessly sought to educate herself on the demon her beloved Liam had become, and how to protect herself if and when he finally caught up with her. Mostly, however, she sought to avoid him. She never invited strangers into her home, refusing even to answer her door without first asking who was there, and she never ever went out after sunset.
Finally in Marseilles, France, Anna finally seemed to find peace. She took a job as a maid in a wealthy household, where she met a young woman by the name of Clara Cooper, another servant in the house. The two women became fast friends, and Anna was invited to move in to the modest cottage, where Clara lived with her three-year-old son, Michael. The two friends continued to reside together following the birth of Anna's twin daughters, Hannah and Kathryn, and for the next thirteen years after.
Hannah and Kathryn Gallagher
Born March 23, 1754, Hannah and Kathryn learned the truth about their father from a very early age. Though Anna heard neither hide nor hair of Angelus for the next thirteen years to come, she never lost her fear that one day their paths would cross again. She was determined that should anything ever happen to her (as she was certain it would), her daughters would at the very least be armed with knowledge. She insisted the twins learn everything there was to know about their father, from the man Liam once was, to the monster he became. While other children were learning reading, writing, and arithmetic, Hannah and Katie also had to learn staking, beheading, and immolating. While Clara was reading "The Three Little Pigs" to Michael, Anna was reading to her children from the Galway Gazette. Other parents were schooling their offspring on the great political figures of the day, as Anna quizzed her girls on sketches of Angelus and Darla, that she had either penciled herself, or taken from the various newspaper articles she had collected over the years. Recalls Katie:
"Above all," she told us, "trust your instincts. If you feel the need to run away, even if it seems silly, do it. Better to be safe and silly, than sane and dead. And listen to your dreams. Your dreams can be your best defense. If I had ignored my dreams, I wouldn't be here today, and neither would you." And yada, yada, yada. Blah, blah, blah. She never quit. She just went on and on. "Don't do this" and "Don't do that". "Beware of this", "Watch out for that". I swear she was like the poster child for paranoia. There were times we thought she was plum crazy.
"Plum crazy" or not, Anna's paranoia proved correct. In late December 1767, Anna was forced to make a choice. Her employers insisted on throwing a Christmas party for their family and friends, and they insisted on having it at night. "Who ever heard of having a party during the day?" They chided Anna as she tried to plead her case. They also insisted that Anna attend as one of the many servants catering the event. She had to choose between breaking her own hard and fast rule by venturing out of her home in the evening hours, or losing her job and her sole means of supporting her family. Though the very idea of going after dark terrified her almost as much Angelus himself, she made the difficult decision to obey her employers and agreed to spend her Christmas serving canapé to French socialites. It was a mistake that would cost Anna her life.
A Party to Die For
Though Hannah and Katie were often bored with their mother's rantings and ravings, they did not ignore her teachings. On that fateful Christmas Eve, 1767, scarcely two hours after Anna and Clara had left for their mandatory Christmas party, Hannah had a vision. Katie recalls the event with crystal clarity.
Michael and I were sitting at the table after supper, while Hannah cleared the dishes-- It was her turn. All of sudden she just froze and dropped the plates she was holding. She just let them fall. Didn't even try to catch them or anything. She just stood there, like a statue, and her eyes got as big as silver dollars. She didn't move or say anything at first. And then her face got real pale, and she started trembling all over like she'd seen a ghost or something. I'd have thought she was having a seizure, if we'd known about such things back then. But at the time I was almost sure there was something in the room with us. I even looked around to see what it was that had frightened her so, but there was nothing there. I got up and grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. "What's wrong? What is it?" I asked her. Still, she didn't say nothing. I shook her again, harder, and finally she seemed to come out of it. She looked at me with that dear-in-the-headlights look and she started gasping for breath, like she couldn't find her voice. Y'know like that little girl in Jurassic Park when they were first trying to get away from the T-Rex? Then she finally gets her breath and she just says, "Mom!" And before I could ask her what she was talking about or anything, she grabs her coat and she's out the door like a fart in the wind.
Hannah to the rescue
Spurred to action by visions of her mother in peril, Hannah raced into the night towards the elegant mansion where Anna and Clara made their living. Little did she know, it was to be a futile attempt, which would only succeed in cutting her own life drastically short. She arrived at the house just in time to see Anna and Angelus struggling in the front walk.
At this point, it becomes necessary to backtrack a bit, in order to more fully explain the circumstances which led to the struggle Hannah witnessed between her parents. After much cajoling, Angel agreed to relay his version of events.
I met the Landry's at another social function earlier in the week, and managed to get myself invited to their Christmas party (I told you I could be charming) I was just having a drink with-- okay from Clara, when Anna interrupted us. Too late to do Clara any good, I'm afraid. Of course, she recognized me right away. It's not as if I'd aged at all since the last time we'd met. Anyway she didn't even try to put on any kind of a front, for the sake of her job or whatever. I barely had time to register who she was, before she bolted out of the room. Well, it was on after that. You know how I love a chase.
I dropped Clara's body like she didn't even matter (Hell, she didn't as far as I was concerned), and took off after Anna. I took my time, so I wouldn't raise any alarms. No doubt she had already raised a few alarms of her own, running off like she did. Besides, it wasn't like I was worried about losing her. I could walk faster than she could run, and the place was packed with people. She would have had to push her way through a good deal of them on her way out of the house. Sure enough, as I made my way through the sitting room and into the foyer towards the front door, a path had already been made for me. So keeping pace with her wasn't any trouble at all.
I must pause, here, to share some interesting observations I noted during Angel's recollections. Though he was very much in possession of his soul at the time of this conversation, reliving these memories seemed to have the effect of bringing the personality of Angelus closer to the surface. His mannerisms, the inflection in his words, even his facial expressions began to resemble those of Angel's evil counterpart. Having had my own less than pleasant encounters with Angelus, it chilled me to the bone to witness this transformation as Angel relived his past. Still, I feel it's important to document his side of the story whenever possible.
I caught up with her just a few feet from the road. Poor thing thought she was home free. She didn't even know I was there. I caught her by the hair and spun her around to face me. She was terrified. I could smell the fear on her like a perfume. For a moment, I just held her there, savoring her scent, studying her face. She'd hardly changed at all since the last time I saw her. She was older, of course, a bit tired around the eyes, but underneath the age lines, she was still the same Anna. My Anna.
I thought back to the last time I'd held her in my arms, back home in Galway. I could still remember how her skin felt next to mine, how good her hair smelled. A part of me wanted that back. To make her mine again, and keep her by my side for all eternity. And I would have done just that if Hannah hadn't interrupted us. Instead, I just snapped her neck and turned my attention to Hannah.
Author: Rowynne Crowley
Rating: PG-13 for some chapters, NC-17 for others, read at your own risk, as I can't remember what's in each chapter.
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Multiple pairings with Angel(us), as well as Spike (William), plus numerous others.
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or Angel. They are the property of Joss the Great and Powerful. Any characters associated with said Masterpieces belong to Mr. Whedon and his Whedonettes. All others are mine, but feel free to play with them if you like.
Notes: Some very minor details such as names and dates were borrowed from various other fanfics, including but not limited to The Spike Thesis at www.channelingboards.com/SpikeThesis
Summary: Liam has a one-nighter with his family's servant, and the union ultimately results in 12 generations of supernaturally endowed twins. Angelus makes it his unlife's mission to destroy them all.
Warnings: Contains adult language, adult content, sexually explicit situations, non-con, graphic torture. If you are disturbed by these things, read no further.
Anna O'Connor 1735-1767
The Great Escape
Anna declined attending Liam's funeral, not willing to risk the rest of her dream coming to pass. Much to the dismay of Liam's younger sister, Kathy (who felt she was being abandoned by everyone she held dear), she instead packed up her meager belongings and fled the town of Galway, where she had made her home all of her eighteen years of life. She made her way west into Dublin, onto the mainland, into Manchester, England, south through Birmingham and on to London, finally leaving the British Isles, and continuing on to France. It was a constant struggle to stay one step ahead of the demon now wearing the face of her beloved Liam, whom she had come to learn through rumors and hearsay, was now calling himself Angelus.
She became obsessed with the notion that he would one day find her, and finish what he had begun with his family back in Galway. She had heard the stories and read the newspaper reports of the terror wrought in her hometown by Angelus and his new consort, Darla. Everyone she had come to know and love throughout her lifetime, and in particular those who had become her surrogate family, all died horrible and violent deaths at the hands of her former crush. In every city and township she passed through on her travels, she heard similar tales. It is unclear whether she was unwittingly following him, or if Angelus was consciously pursuing Anna, but in her eyes it seemed only a matter of time before he finally caught up with her, thus erasing the last remnants of his human life.
She was remained constantly vigilant for any shred of evidence that her former lover was nearby, and was prepared to flee at a moment's notice. She kept carefully maintained records of Angelus' activities, via newspaper clippings from her hometown of Galway, and every city and town she passed through during her seemingly endless escape. She tirelessly sought to educate herself on the demon her beloved Liam had become, and how to protect herself if and when he finally caught up with her. Mostly, however, she sought to avoid him. She never invited strangers into her home, refusing even to answer her door without first asking who was there, and she never ever went out after sunset.
Finally in Marseilles, France, Anna finally seemed to find peace. She took a job as a maid in a wealthy household, where she met a young woman by the name of Clara Cooper, another servant in the house. The two women became fast friends, and Anna was invited to move in to the modest cottage, where Clara lived with her three-year-old son, Michael. The two friends continued to reside together following the birth of Anna's twin daughters, Hannah and Kathryn, and for the next thirteen years after.
Hannah and Kathryn Gallagher
Born March 23, 1754, Hannah and Kathryn learned the truth about their father from a very early age. Though Anna heard neither hide nor hair of Angelus for the next thirteen years to come, she never lost her fear that one day their paths would cross again. She was determined that should anything ever happen to her (as she was certain it would), her daughters would at the very least be armed with knowledge. She insisted the twins learn everything there was to know about their father, from the man Liam once was, to the monster he became. While other children were learning reading, writing, and arithmetic, Hannah and Katie also had to learn staking, beheading, and immolating. While Clara was reading "The Three Little Pigs" to Michael, Anna was reading to her children from the Galway Gazette. Other parents were schooling their offspring on the great political figures of the day, as Anna quizzed her girls on sketches of Angelus and Darla, that she had either penciled herself, or taken from the various newspaper articles she had collected over the years. Recalls Katie:
"Above all," she told us, "trust your instincts. If you feel the need to run away, even if it seems silly, do it. Better to be safe and silly, than sane and dead. And listen to your dreams. Your dreams can be your best defense. If I had ignored my dreams, I wouldn't be here today, and neither would you." And yada, yada, yada. Blah, blah, blah. She never quit. She just went on and on. "Don't do this" and "Don't do that". "Beware of this", "Watch out for that". I swear she was like the poster child for paranoia. There were times we thought she was plum crazy.
"Plum crazy" or not, Anna's paranoia proved correct. In late December 1767, Anna was forced to make a choice. Her employers insisted on throwing a Christmas party for their family and friends, and they insisted on having it at night. "Who ever heard of having a party during the day?" They chided Anna as she tried to plead her case. They also insisted that Anna attend as one of the many servants catering the event. She had to choose between breaking her own hard and fast rule by venturing out of her home in the evening hours, or losing her job and her sole means of supporting her family. Though the very idea of going after dark terrified her almost as much Angelus himself, she made the difficult decision to obey her employers and agreed to spend her Christmas serving canapé to French socialites. It was a mistake that would cost Anna her life.
A Party to Die For
Though Hannah and Katie were often bored with their mother's rantings and ravings, they did not ignore her teachings. On that fateful Christmas Eve, 1767, scarcely two hours after Anna and Clara had left for their mandatory Christmas party, Hannah had a vision. Katie recalls the event with crystal clarity.
Michael and I were sitting at the table after supper, while Hannah cleared the dishes-- It was her turn. All of sudden she just froze and dropped the plates she was holding. She just let them fall. Didn't even try to catch them or anything. She just stood there, like a statue, and her eyes got as big as silver dollars. She didn't move or say anything at first. And then her face got real pale, and she started trembling all over like she'd seen a ghost or something. I'd have thought she was having a seizure, if we'd known about such things back then. But at the time I was almost sure there was something in the room with us. I even looked around to see what it was that had frightened her so, but there was nothing there. I got up and grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. "What's wrong? What is it?" I asked her. Still, she didn't say nothing. I shook her again, harder, and finally she seemed to come out of it. She looked at me with that dear-in-the-headlights look and she started gasping for breath, like she couldn't find her voice. Y'know like that little girl in Jurassic Park when they were first trying to get away from the T-Rex? Then she finally gets her breath and she just says, "Mom!" And before I could ask her what she was talking about or anything, she grabs her coat and she's out the door like a fart in the wind.
Hannah to the rescue
Spurred to action by visions of her mother in peril, Hannah raced into the night towards the elegant mansion where Anna and Clara made their living. Little did she know, it was to be a futile attempt, which would only succeed in cutting her own life drastically short. She arrived at the house just in time to see Anna and Angelus struggling in the front walk.
At this point, it becomes necessary to backtrack a bit, in order to more fully explain the circumstances which led to the struggle Hannah witnessed between her parents. After much cajoling, Angel agreed to relay his version of events.
I met the Landry's at another social function earlier in the week, and managed to get myself invited to their Christmas party (I told you I could be charming) I was just having a drink with-- okay from Clara, when Anna interrupted us. Too late to do Clara any good, I'm afraid. Of course, she recognized me right away. It's not as if I'd aged at all since the last time we'd met. Anyway she didn't even try to put on any kind of a front, for the sake of her job or whatever. I barely had time to register who she was, before she bolted out of the room. Well, it was on after that. You know how I love a chase.
I dropped Clara's body like she didn't even matter (Hell, she didn't as far as I was concerned), and took off after Anna. I took my time, so I wouldn't raise any alarms. No doubt she had already raised a few alarms of her own, running off like she did. Besides, it wasn't like I was worried about losing her. I could walk faster than she could run, and the place was packed with people. She would have had to push her way through a good deal of them on her way out of the house. Sure enough, as I made my way through the sitting room and into the foyer towards the front door, a path had already been made for me. So keeping pace with her wasn't any trouble at all.
I must pause, here, to share some interesting observations I noted during Angel's recollections. Though he was very much in possession of his soul at the time of this conversation, reliving these memories seemed to have the effect of bringing the personality of Angelus closer to the surface. His mannerisms, the inflection in his words, even his facial expressions began to resemble those of Angel's evil counterpart. Having had my own less than pleasant encounters with Angelus, it chilled me to the bone to witness this transformation as Angel relived his past. Still, I feel it's important to document his side of the story whenever possible.
I caught up with her just a few feet from the road. Poor thing thought she was home free. She didn't even know I was there. I caught her by the hair and spun her around to face me. She was terrified. I could smell the fear on her like a perfume. For a moment, I just held her there, savoring her scent, studying her face. She'd hardly changed at all since the last time I saw her. She was older, of course, a bit tired around the eyes, but underneath the age lines, she was still the same Anna. My Anna.
I thought back to the last time I'd held her in my arms, back home in Galway. I could still remember how her skin felt next to mine, how good her hair smelled. A part of me wanted that back. To make her mine again, and keep her by my side for all eternity. And I would have done just that if Hannah hadn't interrupted us. Instead, I just snapped her neck and turned my attention to Hannah.