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trillianastraTitle: Seen Too Much
Fandom: BtVS
Characters: Angel, child!Faith.
Prompt: BTVS/ATS, Kid!Faith(Under 10)/Angel at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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A/N: Takes place preseries, back when Angel was still living off rats (so before he meets Whistler, obviously.)
He’s been hiding out in the rough part of town for weeks now. There’s more vermin here, more rats and feral cats to feed on than in the suburbs. He crouches down in a narrow alley between two equally run-down apartment buildings, listening and waiting for a rat to appear.
“Hey, mister. What’re ya doing?”
The voice distracts him. Thinking that he’ll just tell them to go away and leave him alone, he turns to face the speaker… and sees a small girl, wearing faded jeans and battered trainers and a t-shirt. He thinks she might be about nine or ten years old, though he’s not sure. When you’ve lived as long as he has, judging human ages gets more difficult.
“Go away, kid.”
“You’re not the boss of me. What’re ya doing?”
“Nothing. Leave me alone.”
The girl looks at him curiously. “Where d’ya live, mister? Don’t think ‘ve seen ya around here before.”
“I just moved here from out of town. Now leave me alone.”
“Oh. You din’t pick a very good place to move to then. This place is a shithole. Ev’ryone says so.”
“I don’t mind.” He considers telling her to go away again, but realises that it won’t do any good. “Look… what’s your name?”
“Faith.”
“Okay, Faith… I mean it, go away. You shouldn’t be around me.”
“Why not?” She looks at him, her big brown eyes full of curiosity.
“I’m dangerous.”
She shrugs. “Lots of dangerous types ‘round here. So… you a nutter or a perv, or did you kill some guys?”
This time it’s his turn to stare. A child of Faith’s age shouldn’t speak of such things so easily. (He remembers his sisters, long dead now. The youngest had been around her age… but Kitty had been a sweet, innocent child. Faith had obviously seen far more than anyone of her years should have.) He realises that she’s looking at him, waiting for an answer. Reluctantly he says “I killed people. I’m not proud of it.”
“Oh. My dad killed some guys too. He’s in jail now.”
“Faith… who looks after you?”
“Mom. She’s workin’ right now. She doesn’t like leavin’ me at home, so I hang around. It’s no big deal.”
He shakes his head. “No, it is a… big deal. You shouldn’t have to live in a place like this. You’re just a kid.”
“Kids grow up fast here, mister.”
“Could you… do something for me?”
“What?” She looks sceptical.
“Don’t lose your innocence.”
She laughs. “You’re crazy, mister.”
“Yes, I probably am.”
“What’s your name?”
“Angel.”
“ ‘s a funny name you’ve got. See ya around, mister Angel.”
The strange little girl called Faith walks away, hands in her pockets, as if nothing is wrong with the world she lives in.
Years later, the little girl becomes Faith the Slayer, and forgets the crazy homeless man she met once who told her not to lose her innocence.
Then she meets a vampire called Angel, and finds that she can’t shake the feeling that she knows him from somewhere.
Fandom: BtVS
Characters: Angel, child!Faith.
Prompt: BTVS/ATS, Kid!Faith(Under 10)/Angel at
comment_ficA/N: Takes place preseries, back when Angel was still living off rats (so before he meets Whistler, obviously.)
He’s been hiding out in the rough part of town for weeks now. There’s more vermin here, more rats and feral cats to feed on than in the suburbs. He crouches down in a narrow alley between two equally run-down apartment buildings, listening and waiting for a rat to appear.
“Hey, mister. What’re ya doing?”
The voice distracts him. Thinking that he’ll just tell them to go away and leave him alone, he turns to face the speaker… and sees a small girl, wearing faded jeans and battered trainers and a t-shirt. He thinks she might be about nine or ten years old, though he’s not sure. When you’ve lived as long as he has, judging human ages gets more difficult.
“Go away, kid.”
“You’re not the boss of me. What’re ya doing?”
“Nothing. Leave me alone.”
The girl looks at him curiously. “Where d’ya live, mister? Don’t think ‘ve seen ya around here before.”
“I just moved here from out of town. Now leave me alone.”
“Oh. You din’t pick a very good place to move to then. This place is a shithole. Ev’ryone says so.”
“I don’t mind.” He considers telling her to go away again, but realises that it won’t do any good. “Look… what’s your name?”
“Faith.”
“Okay, Faith… I mean it, go away. You shouldn’t be around me.”
“Why not?” She looks at him, her big brown eyes full of curiosity.
“I’m dangerous.”
She shrugs. “Lots of dangerous types ‘round here. So… you a nutter or a perv, or did you kill some guys?”
This time it’s his turn to stare. A child of Faith’s age shouldn’t speak of such things so easily. (He remembers his sisters, long dead now. The youngest had been around her age… but Kitty had been a sweet, innocent child. Faith had obviously seen far more than anyone of her years should have.) He realises that she’s looking at him, waiting for an answer. Reluctantly he says “I killed people. I’m not proud of it.”
“Oh. My dad killed some guys too. He’s in jail now.”
“Faith… who looks after you?”
“Mom. She’s workin’ right now. She doesn’t like leavin’ me at home, so I hang around. It’s no big deal.”
He shakes his head. “No, it is a… big deal. You shouldn’t have to live in a place like this. You’re just a kid.”
“Kids grow up fast here, mister.”
“Could you… do something for me?”
“What?” She looks sceptical.
“Don’t lose your innocence.”
She laughs. “You’re crazy, mister.”
“Yes, I probably am.”
“What’s your name?”
“Angel.”
“ ‘s a funny name you’ve got. See ya around, mister Angel.”
The strange little girl called Faith walks away, hands in her pockets, as if nothing is wrong with the world she lives in.
Years later, the little girl becomes Faith the Slayer, and forgets the crazy homeless man she met once who told her not to lose her innocence.
Then she meets a vampire called Angel, and finds that she can’t shake the feeling that she knows him from somewhere.
