Title: I Always Knew
Summary: Angel has a twin sister.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any Buffyverse characters or concepts, Joss is God there, and the folks at ME are his henchmen or something like that. I do own Father Donavan and Bethany, whose characters will be fleshed out more in a full length fic if I ever get around to writing it. Also, I openly stole, erm, borrowed the concept of a slayer having a twin and the effect of such on her powers from Fray, also owned by Joss, which I have read nothing of but the description of the plot.
A/N: This is a prelude to a fic I’ve been toying with, in which Angel has a twin sister who is called as a slayer.
I Always Knew
“Father Donavan, am I bad? Is that why my father sent me here?”
The priest took the ten year old girl into his arms and sat her upon his lap. They had found this one late, but hopefully not too late to teach her what she needed to know.
“No, Bethany dear, you are not bad. You are a very special little girl. You will do great things, and your father was persuaded to give you to me, to the church, to teach you what you need to do those great things.”
Bethany tilted her head, her straight dark hair falling over on shoulder.
“But, I’m just a girl. What can I do?”
“Right now, you are just a little girl. But in your dreams, you are sometimes a peasant, or a savage, but always a great protector. You dream of the girls that came before you, doing God’s work, as you are meant to do.”
The little girl shook her head.
“No, Father. You are wrong. I never dream.”
* * * * * * *
“Liam!” Young Bethany ran to the boy entering her new home. Her twin brother had been brought to visit. They spent hours playing together, her conversation with Father Donovan forgotten, until Liam turned serious.
“Bethy? I need to tell you something, ‘cause I can’t tell Papa. He might get mad.?”
Young Liam shifted in his seated position on the floor before looking at his sister through a stray lock of hair over his eye.
“I’ve been having strange dreams. Where I’m a girl.
A peasant girl who’s bigger than us, and fighting monster”
“Monsters?” The little girl’s voice was barely a whisper in her fear, the things the priest had said about dreams coming back to her.
“Yep, monsters. I, I mean she, fights them with a cross and a wooden stick, and they’re really strong, but so am I, I mean, so is she.”
Bethany stared at her twin, thinking she needed to ask Father Donovan more about Liam’s dream. Maybe he
was the one meant to do God’s work, and not here. But for now, there was something more important than their potential destiny, something that couldn’t wait a moment longer.
“You dreamed you were a girl?
I always knew there was something wrong with you.”