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Part Two

"Oh, Angelus, let’s go in ta town!" Kathleen suggested after dinner.

Angelus looked thoughtful for a moment, considering his sisters’ suggestion. "Well, I dunno..."

"*Please!*"

Angelus smiled at the childish expression on his 11-year-old sisters’ face and nodded. "Alright, okay, we’ll go."

Kathleen’s features burst into a grin of triumph and excitement as she ran off to get properly attired for a trip to town.

Angelus’ smile grew larger at his sister’s actions.

< She is so full of life, > he thought, < and so young, at times. > His smile faded into a frown, < too young. Too young to bear the responsibility that she will soon be called to bear. How can I tell her? How can I tell my sweet, innocent, Kathleen that most girls can’t punch holes in the solid walls? That most girls can’t heal from a broken arm in three days? How can I tell her that it is her destiny to destroy the demons and the forces of darkness? How am I going to tell my beloved sister that she is going to be a Slayer? >

"Well, we’re here. Wha’ shou’ we do first?" Angelus asked as he signaled the horses to stop the carriage.

"I were thinkin’," Kathleen responded, "tha’ maybe we could go to the theater?"

Angelus nodded. "If there be seats to spare, we’ll go see th’ play."

Angelus offered his arm to his sister, and together they strolled down the main street of their hometown towards the entrance to the theater.

"There be room fer two more in the audience?" Angelus asked the man they found at the doorway.

"Aye, but ye must hurry, the play ‘tis almost begun."

Angelus sat down as silently as possible in his chair: the play had already started, and he didn’t wish to disturb anyone else in the audience.

The seats he and Kathleen were situated in were, perhaps, not the most enviable ones in the theater. They were a quite a distance away from the stage, of which their view was partially obstructed by a thick, roof-supporting pillar. But, nonetheless, the play (at least, the first half) was enjoyable.

At intermission, Angelus and Kathleen rose from their seats and took a short walk around the playhouse to stretch out their cramping legs. Several other members of the audience obviously had the same idea: it was pretty crowded out there, even though it was fairly late at night.

"We should’ve brou’ Epie an’ Terris, they wou’ love this" Kat...hleen commented as they walked, weaving expertly between the other leg-stretching audience members.

Angelus smiled and agreed that they should have brought the two other siblings.

"Ma wou’ probably like it, t -- "

Angelus’ words were cut off when he slammed into a fair-haired young woman. She was, unlike most of the other people around her, standing relatively still. She seemed to be scanning the crowd for--something. A small smile was on her fair, youthful face.

"I’m so surry, ma’am, I didn’t really notice ye were standin’ there," he inclined his head slightly towards the young woman.

She smiled. "It’s alright, I often hear that." The blonde gave Angelus a once-over and her smile turned into a grin. "And who might you be, my handsome young man?"

Angelus’ brow rose fractionally at the complement, and he bowed formally, then lifted the girl’s hand towards his mouth. "I’m called Angelus by those who know me well, and Mr. O'Malley by those who do not," he kissed her hand, "and who might you be?"

Kathleen stifled a smile at her brother’s sudden attempts at proper grammar and pronunciation -- she knew that he always dropped his accent (no minor feet, for someone who used such an accent all his life) when he was trying to impress someone who didn’t also have one.

The young woman paused before she answered his question, then stated, "I am called Miss Edith. Darla Edith."

Part Three

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