Title : The First Elizabeth
Author : Booster
Rating : PG-13
Summary : Back in England and visiting Braddock Manor, you never know what faces from the past will suddenly appear. Part of Jinni’s 20 minutes with Elizabeth challenge.
Disclaimer : Buffy and the gang belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Psylocke is a property of Marvel Comics and the X-Men.
Setting : Early Angel season 3, after Heartthrob.
Distribution: Twisting the Hellmouth, FanFiction.Net, if anyone else wants it, just email and ask.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Author's Note : This was originally written as part of the 20 minutes with Elizabeth challenge. Trouble was that Elizabeth didn't actually appear in it. That's why it's only appearing in the X-Men related section for the moment. I'm still unsure whether to post it there as well yet. Any feelings either way?
They enter through the main door and stop for a moment in the main hall. Looking around Braddock Manor gives the visitors a sense of the history of the place and all the habitants over the years. They’re disturbed by a voice coming from the top of the stairs. Gunn jumps, then tries to pretend like it never happened.
“Good evening, and welcome to Braddock Manor” she says, coming down the stairs to meet them. The woman speaking has purple hair, Cordy notices at the back of her mind, and immediately starts wondering whether it’s part of her mutant abilities or some sort of dye.
The woman pauses, and looks straight at Cordelia for a moment. “Yes, it’s natural, and no, I can’t read people’s mind directly. Though some thoughts do just jump out somewhat.” She turns to Wesley now. “A pleasure to meet you again, Wesley.”
Wesley bows somewhat as he takes her hand. He’s more confident and happy now than Cordy’s seen him all this trip back to England. Wes turns, and indicates the others “These are my co-workers at Angel Investigations. Everyone, this is Elizabeth Braddock.”
Gunn, lost for something to say (he’s a man of the streets, he thinks ruefully, not of these paneled walls and fustiness) gestures at their surroundings. “So, nice little place you got here. If a touch heavy on all the old stuff.”
Elizabeth smiles. “The Manor’s been in the Braddock family for generations. You must see some of the things we have here.”
She gestures them to follow her, and leads the four of them into a room off the main entrance. Flipping the lightswitch on, she shows them a portrait of a young looking woman from around the 18th century. “This is my ancestor Elizabeth, who I’m named after. She’s one of the few Braddock’s that we don’t know that much about.”
“Oh?” says Wesley, suddenly alert. “You never said anything about her when we were children together.”
Elizabeth regards the party with one eyebrow raised. “That’s because one fine summer day in 1766, she walked out of Braddock Manor, and promptly disappeared. She and her fiancé James disappeared at the same time, and no trace was ever found of either. Eventually she was declared dead, and the Manor passed on to her younger brother who named his daughter after her. The name has been passed down for generations.”
Cordy turned, and produces one of the filthiest looks she’d ever managed in her entire life. “James and Elizabeth, huh? And that picture looks very familiar to me…”
“Ah.” said Angel, squirming and shuffling his feet nervously. “Bit of a funny story about that….”