"The Books of Aurelius" The history of a Vampire: One
London Time
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Buffy was walking through her last cemetery of the night when she heard the voices of young kids. They sounded like Dawn. She rushed over hoping against hope that she didn't find bumpy foreheads. Luck was with the slayer tonight. No vampire tinglies. Just kids... But kids in robes and chanting, which was bad enough.
"Don't you kids know you could get hurt doing stuff like this." she asked while stepping into the clearing. They didn't listen or even acknowledge her presence. Ok, we're doing this the old fashioned way.
"Stop what you are doing and look at me, Right NOW!" she said with all the slayer arrogance she could muster. They had just finished chanting when they finally heard her through the trance. A scream left her throat as she saw their blue in blue eyes settle on her and felt the magicks shook her body. oh oh was pretty much everything what came to mind just before her lights went out.
She woke up to rain falling down on her cheeks and eyes. Looking around, it took her a while to figure out what was wrong with the alley she was lying in. No big dumpsters, no garbage bins or carton boxes. And the smell was excruciating. Almost like the horse barn she used to work in when she was 12 but much worse. There was straw on the cobble stones and she registered a myriad of sounds in the distance. Voices screaming, horses walking, carriages rambling, dogs barking.
One thing was apparently clear. I'm not in Sunnydale anymore, Toto!
London has some bad streets. Some very bad streets. She had walked these streets for hours, trying hard to ignore what had happened to her. The alley she woke up in was just off a busy shopping street. She had contemplated staying there hoping that the scoobies would be able to reopen the gateway. After a morning of waiting and contemplating the fact that nobody knew where she was and what had happened to her. The chances they were trying to get her back were remote. So, time for some recognizance.
But as she exited the alley she drew the eyes of the crowd. Wow, look at the pride and prejudice get up. She was walking around in a knee high pink leather skirt, a purple sleeveless turtle neck, and boots that hugged her calves. The people around her were gaping at her as if she just exited a flying saucer.
No matter where you are, police officers look the same. Buffster, let's not spend recognizance in jail. She ran, not looking where she was going just trying to lose the policemen. When darkness started to fall she slowed down. Stopping near a newspaper stand, she caught sight of the date on a copy of the London Times. 'February 9th 1800', she had been sent back in time.
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AN 1: This comes to you because of the wonderful encouragement I got on my LJ(www.livejournal.com/~esile) from 3 lovely ladies namely dusty273,astarte99 and kumiko1! Dusty273 also did the kick ass fast betas so she is the current bomb because of that!
AN 2: There is also a prologue. This is the story of how Darla & Angel were sired and brought into the Order of Aurelius. My inspiration for this prologue might stem a little bit directly from episodes on Angel. Therefore I'm not putting it out there. To understand this story it's good to know where I go off canon. It happens in the scene where Angelus is lead before the master. 1) They are not in a cave but in a room with a carved chair. 2) Angelus and Darla don't leave but they stay.
London Time
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Buffy was walking through her last cemetery of the night when she heard the voices of young kids. They sounded like Dawn. She rushed over hoping against hope that she didn't find bumpy foreheads. Luck was with the slayer tonight. No vampire tinglies. Just kids... But kids in robes and chanting, which was bad enough.
"Don't you kids know you could get hurt doing stuff like this." she asked while stepping into the clearing. They didn't listen or even acknowledge her presence. Ok, we're doing this the old fashioned way.
"Stop what you are doing and look at me, Right NOW!" she said with all the slayer arrogance she could muster. They had just finished chanting when they finally heard her through the trance. A scream left her throat as she saw their blue in blue eyes settle on her and felt the magicks shook her body. oh oh was pretty much everything what came to mind just before her lights went out.
She woke up to rain falling down on her cheeks and eyes. Looking around, it took her a while to figure out what was wrong with the alley she was lying in. No big dumpsters, no garbage bins or carton boxes. And the smell was excruciating. Almost like the horse barn she used to work in when she was 12 but much worse. There was straw on the cobble stones and she registered a myriad of sounds in the distance. Voices screaming, horses walking, carriages rambling, dogs barking.
One thing was apparently clear. I'm not in Sunnydale anymore, Toto!
London has some bad streets. Some very bad streets. She had walked these streets for hours, trying hard to ignore what had happened to her. The alley she woke up in was just off a busy shopping street. She had contemplated staying there hoping that the scoobies would be able to reopen the gateway. After a morning of waiting and contemplating the fact that nobody knew where she was and what had happened to her. The chances they were trying to get her back were remote. So, time for some recognizance.
But as she exited the alley she drew the eyes of the crowd. Wow, look at the pride and prejudice get up. She was walking around in a knee high pink leather skirt, a purple sleeveless turtle neck, and boots that hugged her calves. The people around her were gaping at her as if she just exited a flying saucer.
No matter where you are, police officers look the same. Buffster, let's not spend recognizance in jail. She ran, not looking where she was going just trying to lose the policemen. When darkness started to fall she slowed down. Stopping near a newspaper stand, she caught sight of the date on a copy of the London Times. 'February 9th 1800', she had been sent back in time.
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AN 1: This comes to you because of the wonderful encouragement I got on my LJ(www.livejournal.com/~esile) from 3 lovely ladies namely dusty273,astarte99 and kumiko1! Dusty273 also did the kick ass fast betas so she is the current bomb because of that!
AN 2: There is also a prologue. This is the story of how Darla & Angel were sired and brought into the Order of Aurelius. My inspiration for this prologue might stem a little bit directly from episodes on Angel. Therefore I'm not putting it out there. To understand this story it's good to know where I go off canon. It happens in the scene where Angelus is lead before the master. 1) They are not in a cave but in a room with a carved chair. 2) Angelus and Darla don't leave but they stay.