Disclaimer
– I don’t own Buffy,
Angel/Liam, Willow, Xander, Oz, or any of the other characters, “although I
wish I did” but I don’t, they all belong to Joss Weldon.
Authors
Note – This doesn’t really have a Season, this talks a
little about how horrid his family is, etc. This does how ever deal with very
serious issues, child abuse, rape, and just over all bad crap. So if any one is
sensitive about that then don’t read this.
Summary
– Part one in the ‘Liam Series’. Angel finally gets
his second chance at being human. Only one catch, he has no memory of being any
thing else.
Special
Thanx – As always special thanks to my “Anime girl”, and
to my boy DemonCat3, and also to a very good friend of mine, please get better sweety.
Second Chance
(1763; GALEWAY IRELAND)
Liam sighed as he for the third time today tried to draw his baby sister. For some reason his pictures just weren’t coming out right lately. He glanced at the clock and sighed again. It was getting late and his father would be home soon, too soon for that matter. He ran a hand through his hair and went back to his sketch of the beautiful ten-year-old girl. “Liam!” Katie lovingly threw her self into her brother’s lap and was rewarded by a big kiss on check. “Ah, Katie me lass next time warn a fella afore ye do tha!" Liam exclaimed in pretend pain. She gave him her famous pouty ‘I’m sorry’ face and he instantly smiled, nobody could do that look like his baby sis, nobody. “Wha ye doin?” She questioned looking at his half-finished picture. “Wha ye think I be doin luv?” She gave him a sly look. “Drawn ya favorite sis?” He hides his laughter. “Na, I be drawn you!” This resulted in a playful punch from the girl and a whole lot of laughter. Unfortunately it was cut short as the door was slammed shut and a very brassed off nobleman stalked into the room. “Liam!” *Oh, no this can’t ah be good.* Sensing the trouble Katie quickly and quietly left the room praying that her brother wouldn’t get punished to badly for what ever he had done now. “I fath…. Sir.” He decided it would be best to show the highest respect he could, at least until he figured out what he had done. “Do ye know wha I spent me mornin doin!?” Quietly he shook his head no, and kept his gaze on the floor. He was fifteen years old and not stupid, he knew that the best thing he could do when his father was this angry was to keep his mouth shut. “Well I’ll tell ye! I spent the morn yelln wit yer head master about why me good fer nothin son hasan a been in class fer two days!” Liam cringed, he hated that head master. In fact that bastard was the reason he hadn’t been in class for two days. Last time he had gone, the man had hollered at him for not knowing some kind of mathematics and then forced him to stand in the front of the class and balance two large HEAVY books in each hand until the class was over. Liam may have been technically a man but that didn’t mean he was a strong man. Truth be told he could hold his own in a fight but to stand for three hours while balancing four huge books, well he had his limits. After the first hour and a half those limits caught up with him, and he dropped the books right on to the mans foot. This had not been a good thing, thus him not going back. Well, maybe he could talk his way out of this one. He was good at that. “Da, I can explain-” No such luck. He was cut short as a sharp smack sent him to the floor. He let out a small cry of pain as his already bruised ass hit the hard ground. Damn it he’d have to stop making his father so mad! If he got beatn any more he was sure that his bones would start breaking. Liam could tell that his dad was definitely at the point of completely losing it and tried desperately one last time to reason with him. "Father please I dinna a mean-” "No ye don’t! Ya will not talk yer way outta this one! Now git up!” Liam reluctantly got to his feet, getting very worried now. "Da...please.” It was a scared plea, but he knew it was no good. His father hated him with a passion, and let him know quiet often. "Yer nothin but a problem, ye good fer nothin arse!” Liam again cringed. As much as he hated the physical pain his father so often brought upon him, the physiological was about ten times worse. “Come er ye brat!”
Liam slowly took several
steps back as he noticed the horse whip in his fathers left fist.
“I said come er!” Not about ready to loss more blood this week he quickly made up his mind and bolted for the door. He’d have hell to pay for it later but at least for now he’d be safe. His father all though twice his size and about twenty times stronger was not how ever as fast. Thank God.
(PRESENT DAY; LOS
ANGELES)
Angel jumped in front of Cordilla, kicking the Amora demon straight in
the chest sending him flying into the brick wall. Unfortunately the other three
had knocked Wesly out and easily grabbed Angel throwing the vampire straight at
that same wall. Using his last bit of strength Angel turned in the air so that
his feet struck, then pivoting he quickly push off the hard brick and landed
back in front of the three demons. “Now come on guys, does destroying humanity
really mean that much to you?” He had meant it to be a smart ass joke but after
an hour of fighting and getting the crap kicked out of him it came out as more
of plea. Unfortunately the four demons did not seem the least bit amused or
sympathetic. The wall one had quickly regained its composurer and was now
circling behind Angel. Thankfully though so had Wes and Cordilla. “Hey!” Here
comes the cavalry, again. Both lunged
at the nearest one resulting in sending both humans and the very brassed off
Amora to the floor, hard. No time to spare Angel swiftly grabbed the nearest
one to him and brought his knee up and into its head with a sickening crack
followed by the faint sound of glass shattering, or a gem. The thing finally
went down dead and was then engulfed in a thick red smoke. “One down three to
go.” Just then there was another cloud of smoke as Wesley and Cordy stood up in
satisfaction. “Make that two.” But the remaining two tackled Angel, and before
he could even react he found his face to the concrete floor. Letting the demon
in full control he push up as hard as demonly possible barely knocking the
bastards off him. They staggered back only a few feet before lunging again. Not
wasting a second Angel grabbed a pipe among the destroyed ruble that now
littered the floor and slammed it full force into the bright gems on their
foreheads. Before either knew what hit em they were both gone. Shifting his face
back to its human mask Angel raggedly limped back to his to friends. “Well I
must say, good work Angel.” The Englishman gave his employer a pat on the back
after saying his praise. “Hey! What about a little praise over here.” Cordy
gave them both her ‘you damn well better say thank you after that shit’ look.
“You were great Cordy. Couldn’t have done it with out you.” Wesley nodded in
agreement. “Yeah well, let’s get you home. You maybe dead but that many
injuries can’t be good.” He gave her a weak smile and nodded. But before any
had gone more then three steps two figures appeared in front of them. “Oh come
on!” Cordilla was definitely at the snapping point. “Cordy wait.” “No! I am
going to kill these ass holes my self! And then I’m taking a two week vacation.”
“Silence mortal.” Angel gently grabbed her arm to stop her. “Cordilla these are
the Oracles.” She looked at him dumb founded. “Hello Angelus.” The female
approached them and smiled kindly at her warrior. “Why are you here?” She
gently laid a hand on his bruised face. “To grant you your salvation.” She said
it as if it was the most obviously simple duh thing in the world. “M-my
salvation?” “Yes.” The male stepped over clearly annoyed at the amount of
affection his other half was showing toward Angel. “You have completed your
mission. You may have your life back.” “So that’s it? He gets to be human
now?!” Cordilla asked in excitement. “Yes. You will be rid of the demon and
from this day forth live your life as a mortal.” Angel finally spoke up. “I get
my redemption? I can be with Buffy now?” The woman nodded her head. “Are you
ready?” Angel cast a glance back at Cordilla and Wesley who both gave him looks
of encouragement. Angel nodded. “Then kneel before me.” Again the male watched
in annoyance as Angel did as told and his other half placed her left hand on
his heart and right on his head. “Dedans Bologne voudra laver ses fautes, Il ne
pourra au temple du soleil, faisant ablation, Son chemin long, repos
pamplation, De mettre a mort luy son adherent!” Angel screamed in agony as the
demon was magically ripped from him in a stream of smoke not unlike the ones
the Amoras had been consumed in. “Come Demon!” the male held an orb of Thesalum
in his hand which mercilessly the demon vanished into. Finally free, Angel
collapsed on the floor in exhaustion. Rushing to their friend Wesley checked
his pulse and Cordilla moved his head to her lap. “What happened to him?” The
may queen asked in concern. “He is once more what he was before Darla sired
him.” The female oracle reached out and gently brushed his now long bangs out
of his face. “Why does he look so….” The ex-watcher trailed off. Honestly he
really didn’t know how to describe what he looked like. True he still looked
like Angel but… younger, smaller even, and his hair was no longer spiky and
black but brown and cut short, with long bangs that framed his still bruised
face. “He is no longer Angel, but the boy he once was, Liam.” “What do you mean
he’s not Angel?” Cordilla was getting concerned. “He is free from the demon and
the memories of the demons doing. When he awakes he will recall only his human
life, as Master Liam Angelus O’Shannon. He will no longer be punished for his
crimes as Angelus.” “Dear God. But then he’ll have no memory of his life as
Angel. Of What century it is, or all he’s done for humanity, or Buffy.” The
male was through listening, seeing as the task was now completed. “A small
price to pay. Let us go now.” The female took one last look at her warrior and
vanished with her counter part. Wesley and Cordilla exchanged worried looks.
“Now what?”
(1764; GALEWAY IRELAND)
Liam was fearfully
curled into a shivering ball in the corner. His knees were tucked under his
chin and his arms were wrapped tightly around his legs. He was still freezing
from the rain. He cursed himself again for being so stupid. He had hit his
father. What the bloody hell had he been thinking?! He shook his head
miserably, he should have just let him have his way. Then he could have just
pushed it out of his mind and gone to bed. But no, he had to be stupid and
fight back, now here he sat beaten, bruised, and bloody in the stables.
Thankfully he would be left alone until dawn, when his father and mother would
get up and most likely beat him again before allowing him to come in and bath
and eat. “ I canna take much more a this.” He tiredly closed his eyes and lied
his pain racked body down on the hay. “I have ta git outta here.” Scared, cold,
and miserable he fell into a fitful sleep.
(PRESENT DAY; LOS ANGELES)
“What do we do?” Wesley
paced restlessly around Angels apartment while Cordilla sat on the bed next to
her still unconchious friend. “Perhaps we should call Buffy and the others.”
“But it’ll take them an hour at least to get here, what if he wakes up before
then?” The watcher considered this. “He needs a doctor. Perhaps we should take
him to the hospital and then call them.” “Yeah mayb-“ “Mhhhmmm. No please…… Da
I beg ye… mhhmm.” Cordilla gently placed a hand on his face. “Angel sweety wake
up. Angel?…” The childish version of the ex vampire slowly opened his eyes to
gaze at the brunet. “Hey you..” He looked at the young woman nervously and then
brought his gaze around the unfamiliar room. “Hmpph, Angel?” Wesley looked at
him in concern. “Wh-Who are ye?” “Sweety, it’s us, Cordilla and Wesley.” She
motioned the ex watcher. He was growing more panicked by the moment. “I know ye
not lass.” “Lass?” “Yes, well he was… er.. is Irish. I imagine that would
explain the thick Irish brogue he’s using.” “Oh.” The may queen returned her
attention back to Liam, who had sat up and scooted to the side of the bed
against the wall. “Angel, honey, are you okay?” He seemed to be trembling
slightly. “Why do ye keep calln me tha?” Cordilla looked perplexed. “What?
Angel? That’s your name-“ Wesley cut her off. “Liam.” “What?” “Liam, that’s
your name is it not?” The sixteen-year-old Angel nodded meekly. “Oh boy, Wesley
call Buffy now.”