A/N ~ While I am waiting to finish "Holly-Tree," I figured I post one of my earlier works which I just love to death. Everything BTVS belongs to Joss Whedon and the ME team. Lyrics for the song "Twilight" belong to Vanessa Carlton.

I was stained with a role,
in a day not my own.
And as you walked into my life,
you showed what was needed to be shown.
And I always knew what was right,
just didn't know that I might,
Peel away and choose to see was such
different sight

~*~



1880



I stare out into the cool London night and I can’t help but feel alone for the first time in over 50 years. I don’t know what brought this sort of feeling on but I do know that I feel alone. But why am I to complain? I wanted to have eternal life. When Angelus offered it to me, I couldn’t help but want to take it. My mother had just died and my father was in the company of too many whores to care about me. I was emotionally broken, so to speak. So of course when Angelus came to me, I felt alone and lost. He was offering me company and what I thought was love. And so that night…I became what I am…a vampire.

In my early years of this life, Angelus treated me like a queen or some sort of princess. He bought me beautiful dresses and if he didn’t have enough money, he would take one off of an upper class woman. Of course, there was Darla…she has mixed feelings for me, I suppose. She seems to think I still have part of my soul with me. I guess I could. Sometimes I think I do. She and Angelus are always up for torturing the victims for long hours at a time. Me…I’m quick and try to get the job done quickly. Can’t stand torture that much.

I don’t think I love Angelus…I don’t know if vampires can love. Can they? I am never told. I see some sort of deep connection between Angelus and Darla. I don’t think its love though. It’s just passion and lust.

There is also Druscilla who Angelus sired 30 years after he did me. I am not fond of her at all. Why you may ask? She is always the jealous one. Whenever Angelus is around me she goes out of her way to get his attention away from me and towards her. And it works of course. She’s a loon that one. Always talking of the stars and fairies and how they whisper to her. I can’t stand it and neither can Darla. Tonight she went on and on about how the stars were sending her a new playmate. I don’t believe anything she says half of the time.

They have all gone out hunting tonight. I am not in the mood to hunt. I have no reason why. They shall be back in a while I guess. Angelus will be drunk out of his mind as usual and will begin hoard me with intoxicated affection that always makes me squirm. Darla and Dru will be to tired and full of blood to do or say anything and only want to lay down and sleep the day away.



Sadly ladies and gentleman this is my life…hopefully nothing else will happen.

The young blonde vampire continued to stare out the window mindlessly as she waited for her other companions to arrive back at their mansion. It was a cold February night and even though her body temperature was already cold from being dead, tonight it seemed as though she was colder and the warm fire across the room wasn’t really having much affect on her.

Buffy had this creeping feeling inside her that was gnawing away at her. It’s nothing, she thought to herself, as she stared out into the frosty night, it is probably only my stomach.

It was then that two lazy arms wrapped around her waist, slight startling Buffy. She should’ve known he was there. She wasn’t focusing though, her mind was centered on the feeling her body that made her feel ill.

"You’re back." She stated simply, not turning to look at her sire, just continuing to stare out the slightly frosted window that looked out on to the cobblestone streets of London.

"And you missed all the fun and bloodshed tonight." He chuckled deeply into her ear, letting his icy breath roll down her neck. Buffy shuddered at the stench of his breath; as usual it smelled of ale and several other types of wine.

He always wanted her when he was drunk. With Darla it was always after they had fed, Buffy could always see the passion in their eyes after a good feeding. With Dru it was more like affection you would show for a small child. Dru worshipped the ground he walked on.

"I wasn’t in the mood." Buffy told him as she shrugged away from his grasp and made her way towards the fireplace.

Angelus furrowed his eyebrows at his childe and sauntered over towards her. "What is wrong with you?"

"I don’t feel like it tonight." She whispered; her eyes glued towards the blazing fire, ashamed to find that the flames did not warm her face. "I don’t like it when you’re this way."

Angelus growled with frustration at her. "You know…sometimes I wonder why I ever made you! Because it seems to me that somewhere in that body of yours that you still harbor a soul!"

Buffy’s eyes flashed with anger when she finally turned to look at her sire. "I cannot believe that you-"

"Now, now dear sister. Don’t fight with Daddy." Dru purred from the doorway, interrupting the couple, a gleeful smile on her face. "He’s all lonely tonight. Grandmother wouldn’t touch him."

Buffy only shook her head at the crazed female vampire and quickly snapped her head back towards the roaring fire.

"Don’t worry Dru dear," He told her, walking over towards her and wrapped his arm possessively around her waist. Dru let out a mew of joy and began to nuzzle the side of his face like a small kitten. "She’s just angry because she missed all the action."

"Yes…" Dru giggled with delight, running a finger down Angelus’s face, "my new playmate is lovely. He has pretty eyes like the ocean. I want to swim in them."

A confused look sprung to Buffy’s face and turned to look at the pair. "What’s is she talking about?"

Angelus smirked, looking over at his blonde childe and then moved his attention back over to Dru and pressed a kiss on her forehead. "Dru made a new little friend tonight and by tomorrow night he’ll be one of us."

"What?" Buffy gasped, her soft hazel eyes were wide with surprise. "Sh-she did what? Wh-what happened."

"Oh Buffy sweetie, don’t looked so surprised lover." Angelus snickered at the blonde who had nothing but daggers in her eyes for him. "Don’t worry, Dru did not force the boy. He was emotionally unbalanced."

"My poor little ocean had his heart stepped on by a nasty girl." Dru huffed and leaned her head on Angelus’s shoulder while his arm remained possessively around her waist. "But mummy is going to take care of ‘im now. No more nasty girl."





~*~





Buffy pulled her black shawl tightly around her as the four of them made their way through the tombstone’s in the London cemetery. After hearing the news of Dru making herself a childe, she wasn’t able to sleep the whole day.

Reluctantly she turned to look at Darla who was walking in step beside her while Angelus and Dru were walking ahead of them.

"I can feel that this one is going to be trouble." Darla spoke; her eyes focused on Angelus’s back as they continued to make their way through the vacant cemetery.

"Oh." Buffy slightly nodded her head. Obviously, Darla wasn’t too pleased about this whole situation. But Buffy didn’t know what to make of it. She wasn’t there when it happened and she sort of wished she had been. She didn’t like not knowing things.

Suddenly both of the blonde vampires stopped dead in their tracks when they finally reached the tombstone marked with the new fledgling’s name. Buffy slightly smiled as she read the name on the stone, William, she thought in her head pleasantly, what a gentle name.

"It’s almost time…" Dru giggled as she began to jump up and down excitedly, "my lovely pet is coming to me. He shall wake soon."





~*~





Blue eyes flew open quickly. The young man darted his eyes around at his surroundings. Everything was cramped and tight. He didn’t like it. Where was he? What happened? Suddenly, flashes of the night before ran through his mind. He remembered the woman sucking the life out of him and then the…blood.

"Oh God." He gasped as he finally realized where he was and began to panic. Letting out small cries of pain and fright. The young man began to claw everything in the coffin, trying to get out. He felt immense hunger rise to the pit of his stomach when blood began to seep through the skin of his knuckles.

Frustrated with himself, William began to scream at the top of his lungs.



To be Continued…

William let out a painful cry as continued to tear at the coffin interior. He had to get out of there. He was trapped and the blood that was pouring from his hands was causing his stomach to rumble uncontrollably. Salty tears began to stream down his face as he tried to force his way out of the wooden box that he was kept in. Suddenly, the young man was relieved when he found the cover to the coffin. A new adrenaline running through him, William began to pound vigorously on the wood. The wood began to crack and break as William’s pounding became harder. Masses of dirt and soil began to pour through the hole that he was making.

The young man let out another cry of frustration as clawed his way through the dirt and soil.



~*~



Buffy watched as Dru began to spin around in circles. She was like a happy child that was receiving a present. The blonde vampire then turned her eyes towards her sire that was watching Dru with wide fascinated eyes. Darla stood next to him and couldn’t stop glaring at him but he was too infatuated with Dru to see how is own sire was looking at him.

An icy wind swept by the foursome as they continued to hover over the tombstone. Buffy wondered how this fledging would react to his new lifestyle. Did he know what he was in for?

Buffy was soon brought out of her thoughts though as Dru kneeled down beside the grave and smiled at it. "Come on my little one." She cooed softly, running her hand gently along the freshly placed soil. "Mummy is here."

The raven-haired vampire jumped back in surprise though when a pale hand shot up through the soil. Dru cried out with joy as the hand grasped onto the earth desperately.

Buffy watched in amazement as she watched the new fledging try to crawl out of the earth. She wondered what it was like to crawl out of your own grave. The panic you must feel when you wake up in your own coffin under ground. The female vampire was never buried after Angelus made her. All she remembered was waking up in Angelus’s bed, full of hunger and desire for human blood.

Buffy slightly jumped back as clods of dirt and soil began to fly everywhere as William continued to climb out of the earth. Finally she saw his head come out of the ground. He seemed to be gasping for breath, even though he really didn’t need it, but the look on his face was just pure shock and horror. She watched as painful tears fell down his face, mixing in with the dirt that covered his perfectly arched cheeks. As she continued to watch the vampire crawl out of his grave, Buffy could hear the faint laughing of Dru and Angelus.

"My pretty ocean has risen." Dru giggled evilly as William’s whole body was not finally out of the grave. His legs were drawn up into his chest, while his arms were wrapped around his legs.

Angelus chuckled at his crazed childe, running a hand down her long black hair, "why don’t you go say hello then Dru?"

Dru nodded happily as she slowly made her way towards William’s side. "Hello my little William." She cooed softly. The frightened fledgling snapped his head towards Dru, his eyes widened when he finally recognized her.

"What have you done to me?" He asked her hoarsely. Buffy couldn’t help but stare at those bright blue eyes of his. They were powerful and bright. They were entrancing her.

"Oh don’t worry my lovely…" She purred softly, reaching out to touch him but he slightly flinched away from her, "mummy is going to take care of you now. No need to worry."

Darla shook her head as she watched the newly risen vampire flinch away from his sire. "Look at what you’ve done now, Angelus." She hissed at her childe who looked at her with anger. "He will not survive, he seems to human. We will be forced to carry his weight now. I knew this was a bad idea. I say we stake him now before he gives us trouble."

"No!" Angelus barked at her, his face slipping into his vampire visage. "He stays. Whatever Dru wants, Dru gets!"

Before Darla could respond though, a loud shrilling cry interrupted them. All of them snapped their heads towards young William who was staring at Angelus with fearful eyes. "YOU ARE THE DEVIL!" He screamed as he pointed towards Angelus’s vampire mask. "What are you! What are you!"

Angelus let out a fierce growl as he stalked over towards the young vampire and lifted him off the ground by his collar but William continued to struggle in his grasp.

"Let me go! Let me go!" He cried, more tears falling from his eyes as he stared at Angelus’s yellow ones.

Angelus’s growled once more before he cocked his fist back and smacked William hard across the jaw, sending him into unconsciousness.

Dru ran over to her childe’s side and shook her head at him and then turned to look at her sire. "Bad Daddy. Scaring my baby like that." She smiled at him with amusement. "Now he is sleeping again. My poor little ocean."

Angelus’s shook his head as his human face returned and smirked at Dru, throwing his arm over her shoulders. "Do not worry Dru…I know something that will make you all better. How about we all go out hunting tonight?" He then lowered his lips towards her ear and whispered quietly, "I promise double the bloodshed than last night."

Dru giggled with delight but then her face became serious as she remembered her little William. "What about my ocean? He will be all alone."

Angelus looked her reassuringly and nodded towards his other childe who was still staring at William with amazement. "Buff, will take care of him till we get back." Buffy tore her gaze away from William and back at her sire and Dru. "Won’t you lover?" Buffy nodded in response and then turned back towards William. "Good, and make sure you clean him up." He ordered to her before he spun on his heels with Dru and then wrapped his arm around Darla’s waist pulling her towards him as the three of them made their way out of the cemetery.




~*~



William let out a painful groan as his blue eyes began to flutter open. He was surprised to find himself lying on a soft bed, thick red drapes surrounding it. He could hear the faint crackling of a fire going. William felt immensely cold and somewhat frightened. He remembered what had happened in the graveyard and that made him even more scared. What had happened to him?

The new fledgling let out a small gasp though when he felt a hot cloth being placed against his forehead. He looked over next to him and saw a golden angel sitting next to him. She was beautiful. He opened his mouth as if he was trying to say something but he couldn’t manage to get any words out.

"Are you okay?" She asked him quietly, wiping the dirt off of his face.

"I-I am o-okay." He stuttered slightly, looking at her in wonder. "W-who a-are you?"

"My name is Buffy." She told him quietly, removing the cloth away from his face and placed it back in a bowel of water and then took it out and then put it back on his forehead to wipe the dirt away.

William slightly smiled at the angel; "I am –"

"I know who you are…William." She whispered to him silently and he saw that worry that was in his eyes earlier set in again.

"Yes but what am I?" He asked as he sat up in the bed and then lowered his gaze towards the sheets of the bed. "W-what did that w-woman or t-thing do to me?"

Buffy sighed as she ran her hand through his hair. "She made you a…" The blonde sighed as she wondered how he was going to react but he would have to find out sooner or later, "vampire."



To be Continued…

William’s eyes went wide as he heard her words. A look of horror set upon his gentle face. "I-I am a what?" He choked. The rumbling and the feeling of emptiness in his stomach that he had been experiencing ever since he had woken up in his coffin were getting worse and it was driving him mad.

Buffy let out a long sigh as she took the cloth away and placed it back in the bowel once again, letting it absorb more water. After a while she took it out, taking his hands in hers, she began to clean the dirt from the wounds on his knuckles. She could feel her hunger and desire for blood coming forth for the first time in several days. It was understandable though; she hadn’t fed in almost 2 days. Shaking it off she finally looked William in the eyes. She did not like affect they had on her.

"A vampire." She said once again, her eyes drifting away from his and back at his damaged hands which would fully heal in a couple of hours due to his vampire status. Slowly, she moved her eyes back up towards his face once again and could see the shocked and confused look he was giving her.

"We are creatures of the night that thrive on the blood of the living. Forced to live for eternity without aging…without growing old." Buffy sighed once again as she waited for him to say something but he just continued to stare at her with that shocked look on his face. "Last night…Druscilla made you into what you are now. She’s your maker, you’re sire."

William let a sharp breath out as he gripped the silk sheets tightly in his palms, shaking his head side to side. His dark blonde curls waving in front of his face with disbelief. "No. No. No. No!" He muttered to himself, tears falling down his face once again. "I can’t be this…monster…this demon that lives on blood. I can’t kill humans!" William's head shot in her direction, his blue eyes giving her a pleading look. "I have a family! I have to take care of my mother, she’s ill. She’ll die without me!"

"Shh…" Buffy soothed as she pulled the new fledgling into her arms, placing his head on her shoulder.

His tears poured out from his eyes and onto her shoulder, running along her pale skin with ease. She knew what it was like. The pain and confusion he was feeling. After Angelus had made her she realized the weight of the choice she had made. It was like a heavy weight had been placed on her shoulders and all she wanted to do was give up. She didn’t want to kill humans but eventually she learned to live with it. She killed now… she did it without worrying if it was wrong or not, it was her nature and she had to do it to survive. Lately though she had been avoiding her true nature and it had caused her immense hunger that was hard to ignore. She would have to go out and eat eventually.

Buffy was pulled out of her thoughts though when she heard William’s crying calm down and felt the flow of his tears along her collar bone stop.

"Are you okay?" She whispered to him quietly, pulling his head gently away from her shoulder and looked softly into his eyes. He shyly nodded his head and began to wipe away the tears that were still on his cheeks.

William let out an unneeded breath as he looked at her once again. "How did it happen to you? How did you become what you are?"

Buffy sighed as she moved away from the bed and towards the bowel that sat at the bed’s side, rinsing it out. After a long moment of silence, she finally spoke to him. "Back when I was human, I went by the name Elizabeth Summers. I use to read books constantly. I was never allowed to attend school so that’s where I obtained my knowledge. I learned about History, Geography, Mathematics and Literature. My father disapproved of it and I received several whippings for it."

Buffy slightly flinched at the memory of her father and touched her back softly where there were several long scars along her skin. The blonde vampire sighed as she sat down next to William, politely he moved over so that she would be able to have more room on the bed.

"When I was around the age of 20 my mother began to grow ill and frail, and several months later she died." Her voice wavered slightly as she spoke of her mother but easily shook it off and continued. "That’s when things turned around. That is when my father turned to prostitutes and other women for comfort. Spending majority of his time in their beds instead of at home with me."

"It was on my 21st birthday that Angelus came to me." Buffy shut her eyes as the memory went through her mind. "I was walking home from a small gathering and I saw him. I do not know how it happened but for some reason I followed him. I met him in a nearby alley and that’s where he spoke to me for the first time. Somehow, he knew that I was unhappy with the world and my life. He knew about my father and of my mother. He told me that he could take it all away. All the pain and suffering so that I could have what I wanted." Buffy finally opened her eyes and turned to look at William who was listening to her closely. He was deeply intrigued by her.

"I was mesmerized by him. He knew everything about me. How I felt and what I wanted." She let out an unneeded sigh and continued on with her story, "I had been promised things before…everyone of them broken by the person who made them. But the way he said things to me. The way he looked when he said them. I knew he wouldn’t break a promise to me. So, I accepted his offer and that’s when he…" Buffy trailed off as she placed her head in her hands. William watched as she removed her head away from her palms.

There she was in her true face, yellow eyes, fangs and all. She quietly waited for him to gasp and run away in fright but he didn’t. All he did was stare at her with curiosity and integument. Tilting his head to the side he reached his hand out and slowly ran the tips of his fingers along the ridges of her forehead. He slightly smiled as he ran one of his fingers slowly down her lips and along her sharp fangs. After a while of exploring her features, he reluctantly pulled his hands away and then looked into her now hazel eyes.

"Is this what my face looks like too?" He asked her gently.

"Yes…" She whispered. "If you think it about really hard, your face will shift and change into what mine looks like."

William nodded his head as he shut his eyes and began to think about it. The ridges, the eyes, and the fangs. Slowly but surely, his face shifted into his vampire one. After a while he opened his now yellow eyes.

"Did it work?"

Buffy smiled gently as she took his hands in hers and placed them gently on his face. William’s hand wandered as he discovered his demon face. Slowly, his fangs and ridges faded away and he was left with his human face and a deep rumbling sound in his stomach.

Buffy slightly giggled as she heard his stomach call out and took his hand once more, guiding him off of the bed. "Come on…let’s get you something to eat."

William nodded as he followed Buffy out of the room and out of the mansion, out in the cold streets of London. Slowly, they walked through the streets, falling in step with each other. Several couples did a double take as they saw the attractive couple walk by them.

Eventually they made it to a nearby alley where the normal human eye could barely see anything because it was so dark but to the vampire one, you could see everything perfectly. Buffy took William by the shoulders and pushed him deeper into the shadows, stopping when he finally bumped into the wall.

"Stay here." She told him softly as she turned on her heels and quickly ran out of the alley.



~*~




The man smiled to himself as he strolled along the cobblestone streets of London. He was heading home from his accounting firm. He had spent the day barking at his employees and even made them stay 4 hours longer than they were supposed to. What fools! He thought to himself, silently chuckling. It was good to be the boss.

He was passing by the alley near his flat when a young woman bumped into him. "Oh I am so sorry sir." She apologized to him, bending down to pick her coin purse up off the street but he quickly did it for her.

"It is alright." He smiled at her. She was a beautiful woman. She had long blonde hair that cascaded freely down her shoulders and down her emerald dress that fit snug against the upper part of her body, accenting her breast. Her face was pale but had had an ageless beauty to it. Her hazel eyes shown at him and he couldn’t help but feel enraptured by them.

"Oh, no it is not alright. You see, my poor dog has run away from me and I think he ran into that there alley." The woman told him as her face softened and had the look of total helplessness. "But, oh sir, I am too afraid to go in there all alone for I have no male escort with me. Would be ever so kind as to assist me?"

The man smiled as he took his arm in hers and patted her on the hand. "Don’t worry, miss. I will help you." He said before they headed inside the dark alley.




~*~




William let out another unneeded breath as he waited for Buffy. He didn’t feel afraid of what he was around her. He didn’t feel like his life was over. He just hoped that the other demons he had met in the graveyard earlier tonight would treat him the same way that she had.

He suddenly was brought out of his thoughts though when he heard her voice and another man’s.

"Oh, sir, I just don’t know what happened!" Buffy told him with worry in her voice as she continued to lead them through the darkness. "I was walking him along and then he just ran away from me."

"Don’t worry miss." The man reassured her, patting her on the arm kindly. "We will find him." He then felt the woman’s arm leave his as he continued to walk down the alley but stopped when he finally reached a dead end. "I am sorry miss but…"

As the man turned around he gasped at what he saw. There was the beautiful woman standing two inches away from him but she didn’t look beautiful anymore, she looked like a monster.

"Oh God!" He gasped as Buffy grabbed him by the throat and shoved him up against the wall, pinning him.

Buffy looked over her shoulder at William who she could now see watching her with amazement. She slightly giggled at him, "come here William." She beckoned him over gently with her other hand. Slowly William emerged from the shadows and shyly walked over towards her.

"What do we do now?" He asked her curiously, darting his eyes between Buffy and the now unconscious male who had fainted just after Buffy shoved him up against the wall.

Buffy said nothing as she brought forth her vampire face and lowered her fangs towards his neck and began to drink his blood. William watched with keen interest as Buffy literally sucked the life out of the unsuspecting man. Now knowing what to do; William also brought forth his vampire mask and just like Buffy slowly leaned in towards the other side of the man’s neck…




To Be Continued…

A/n ~ thanks to you all who left me reviews! I really appreciate it!

Buffy watched silently as William continued to drink from one of their several victims of the night. The new fledgling had gotten use to his new lifestyle. Buffy felt somewhat relieved that he wasn’t as frightened as he was in the beginning. It was a good thing.

The blonde vampire thought back long ago during her first few days as a vampire. She acted the same way he did. She first fell afraid and then easily adjusted to her knew role in the dark world. But thankfully she had Angelus to teach her the ways of the vampire realm. From the way Dru was acting, Buffy doubted that William would be able to survive as long without some guidance.

Anger began to fill the ‘woman’ as she thought about Dru. How dare she make her own childe and then have nothing do with him!

As Buffy watched William, a bright smile began to play on her lips. Even though he was a creature of the night, he seemed to retain some sort of childlike innocence as he drank from the woman’s neck. Suddenly, a loud thump echoed throughout the alley as he dropped her to the ground.

"You’re learning fast." She stated simply to him as he shifted back into his human façade and wiped the blood that was trickling down his chin.

William slightly smirked as he walked back towards her, running his hand through his dark blonde hair. "You taught me well."

"Thank you." Buffy acknowledged and she knew that if she were human that she would blush at that smirk he was sending her way.

"So where should we go next?" He asked gently but with a young child’s zealous enthusiasm.

Looking back up at the sky, Buffy could lightly see the sun’s ray creeping out beneath the clouds and sighed. "It is becoming sunrise…we should head back to the mansion."

William nodded silently as he took her arm in his and walked out of the alley together and on their way back to the mansion. There were several minutes of silence before William decided to speak.

"This Angel fellow…do you love him?" He asked shyly, almost regretting asking it. He shouldn’t be asking her such questions; it was rude and not like him.

"Angelus." She corrected him, not making eye contact with him but kept her eyes on the cobblestone streets.

"What?"

"His name is Angelus…not Angel." She corrected once again, slight glancing over at him and then back on the streets. "I tried calling him Angel awhile back. He got angry with me when I did that." She looked over at him and stared seriously into his eyes. "Don’t call him that…he thinks it is too human."

"Ok…" William nodded shyly and understandingly, "but do you…fancy him…you know…love him?"

Buffy began to smile at his nervousness but it faded away and instead she let out a heavy sigh. "He’s my sire. The one that made me. I have a bond with him by blood; I have a deep connection with him that will last for my entire existence. I don’t think it is love…you see…vampires…we can’t love." She said with a touch of sadness.

Of course she couldn’t prove that vampires couldn’t love. But for the last 50 years she hadn’t seen any sort of love or compassion come from the three vampires she resided with. In her vampire family there were only feelings of lust, pain, anger and loneliness. She hadn’t ever experience love.

"How do you know?" He asked quietly, slightly slowing his walking pace, looking at her with extreme curiosity. "There can be a possibility, you know."

"Maybe…" she quieted as she also slowed down her pace, falling in step with him once again. Her bright emerald dress, swerving from side to side as took each step. Her shoes tapping against the stone on the streets. "You’ll understand eventually."

"Yeah…" he sighed as he downcast his head, feeling the cool winter wind creeps up his back and along his neck.




~*~




Angelus fumed as he sat impatiently by the fire, the seething light from the flames reflecting off of his raging expression. It was near sunlight and she hadn’t returned yet. What made him even angrier was that she was out there with the new one. William, Angelus thought his name was but couldn’t seem to remember it. She had been complaining that she wasn’t in the mood to hunt and now that this new fledgling appeared she was so eager to feed. Angelus began to growl as he thought of the new fledgling and his childe together.

"Daddy don’t be mad." Dru cooed softly as she came up behind Angelus and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him lightly on the temple.

"She’s out with him Dru." Angelus huffed as his fingers dug into the soft material of the chair that he was sitting in.

"Sister is only taking care of him for me." Dru giggled with excitement, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. "My baby was only hungry and she wanted to feed him." She whispered sensually into his ear, running her hand gently down his chest and stomach. "But don’t worry Daddy, you’ll always have me."

Angelus shrugged roughly out of her grasp and continued to stare angrily into the fire. "Some fledgling won’t take my woman." He growled into the fire but the light was soon blocked off of his face as Dru stood in front of him. "Dru…"

"Shh…" Dru soothed, sitting down on his lap gently, "I will make you better." She whispered, running her nail down his cheek, drawing blood. Dru chuckled as she saw the crimson blood flow gently down his face. "See, already helping." She said before licking the blood off of his face. Angelus smirked as moved his lips closer to hers but they interrupted by the sound of the large mansion doors shutting. Both of the vampires turned their heads sharply towards the doors to see a laughing Buffy and William enter the room.

"Well, look who decided to show up finally." Angelus sneered as he bolted out of the chair, sending Dru to the floor.

"Angelus…" Buffy breathed in fright when she saw him. William furrowed his eyebrows together as he saw the look on her face.

Angelus shook his head as he turned his gaze away from Buffy and towards William who slightly flinched when he saw the older vampire look at him. The brunette vampire slightly chuckled as he sauntered over towards William.

"So this is William. Didn’t get a good look at him in the graveyard. Too covered in dirt to know what he looked like." Angelus smirked as he began to circle the young blonde vampire that felt slightly nervous with Angelus’s gaze. "I give him 5 years…10 max. It will be interesting though. Can’t wait to see what happens." He grinned impishly and looked over his shoulder at Dru. "Dru, why don’t you take our new little friend to bed."

"Oh…that would be wonderful Daddy." She chirped as she skipped childishly over to William who felt slightly scared and intrigued by her presence. He figured it was that sire relationship that Buffy was talking about. "Come now my ocean." She beckoned taking him by the hand and led him towards her bedroom.

When he finally heard the sound of Dru’s door closing, Angelus snapped his head towards Buffy and threw daggers at her through his eyes. "Did you have fun tonight?"

Buffy cocked her head to the side and slightly grinned at him, knowing why he looked so angry. "Yeah…I did actually. He learns quickly."

Angelus shook his head as he moved his way towards her, standing at least two inches from her. "You can’t grow attached Elizabeth." He hissed, causing Buffy to flinch at the tone that he used her real name.

"Who said I was!" She barked right back, getting up in his face. The flames from the fire, dancing off of her face, making her face seem menacing and irritated.



"You aren’t now but you will eventually." He told her firmly, running his hand down her arm gently and then gripped it tightly, and if she were human he would have cut off her circulation. "He isn’t yours to keep Buff!"

Buffy let her true face come forward as she flung Angelus off of her, sending him flying into another wall. Letting a primal growl rise from her throat Buffy turned on her heels and stormed into her room, slamming the door behind her.



To be Continued…

A/n ~ Forgive my grammer/spelling, when I wrote this whole etnire story I didn't have a beta then. I just now realized after I read the first couple of chapter how many mistakes I have made. Anywho....thanks to all for the reviews, I am glad yall are enoying it because I enjoyed writing it.



William sighed as he felt Druscilla rise from the bed and maker her way over to his side then kissed him sweetly on the cheek.

"Mummy, will be right back my little ocean, she must visit her Daddy." Dru cooed silently, running her hand over his hair and then slipped quietly out of the room.

William opened his eyes and groaned as he began to toss and turn in bed. He knew it was going to take some time for him to get use to sleeping throughout the day.

This whole new situation was different but he was beginning to like it. Well…not most of it. For one thing, he did not like Angelus. Or he did not like the feeling that he was getting from him. Especially last night when he, Dru and Darla had left Angelus and Buffy alone in the main room. William was sure that he heard someone smashing into a wall. He just hoped that it was not Buffy who was getting thrown into the wall.

He liked Buffy…or should he call her Elizabeth? Which one would be more appropriate? Elizabeth was a beautiful name in his eyes but Buffy had that exciting spark. He liked it.

William began to wonder about what was going to happen tonight. Would he go out with Angelus and the rest of the group, or would he go out with Buffy again like last night? If he had to pick, he would prefer to go out with Buffy. She seemed gentler and kinder than the rest of the other vampires that he resided with. Angelus looked violent and seemed to have a short temper. Darla, he didn’t know what to think about her because he hadn’t really gotten to know her all too well. Dru, she seemed a bit crazed and it sort of startled him. The names she called him were a bit strange and confusing.

Last night, as soon as they had slipped into their room after Angelus had ordered them to, Dru tried to become intimate with him. Too much for William’s taste and he had to shrug her off. She just smiled at him and began to whisper about fairies and trains, then kissed him sweetly on the lips before retiring to the bed that they shared. That also had a negative affect on William also, he had never slept in the same bed with a woman before. So after she had laid down, he just stood there staring at it the bed and suddenly became very nervous, shifting his weight from one foot to another. Eventually he did climb into bed with the vampiress but sleep did not come to him so easy.

And now that Dru had left the bed, William still could not fall asleep. He then began to feel several deep rumblings in his stomach and he felt the desire for fresh blood rise in him. God, what a feeling it was! It was different from human hunger; this type of hunger hit you to the core. It was hard to concentrate on anything else but that deep aching feeling in your gut.

William then sat up in bed when he heard the door to the bedroom shut close. Thinking it was Dru; William quickly laid back down and shut his eyes, hoping that she would just assume he was asleep.

William’s eyes shut tighter when he felt her presence draw closer to his side. As she did this, William could here a soft chuckling. His whole body tensed and he slightly curled up into a ball. Suddenly he felt a soft hand run through his hair and heard her sweet voice call out to him. "I’m not Dru…so you can stop pretending like you’re asleep." Buffy joked as she continued to run her hand through his hair softly.

William sighed defeated as he opened up his eyes and stared up at her, letting a smile break out on to his lips. "Hello."

"Good morning…" She chirped.

William grinned with delight as he moved over on the bed so that she could have more room to climb in. "Where is Dru?" He asked gently after a long moment of silence.

"She’s with Angelus…in his room." She sighed sadly; playing with the cloth of her violet gown.

William’s eyes widened as he realized what she was talking about and let his mouth form into a large ‘o’ shape. He then nervously darted his eyes towards her, a shy look on his face. "I had the notion that you and him..."

Buffy sighed as she continued to play with her dress and then eventually drew her eyes to his. "We use to be like that…in a way. Even before Dru was sired, he preferred Darla and then once Dru was made, he began juggling the three of us. He use to treat me like a princess. Showering me with gifts that no suitor could ever give me. But still…I do not have all of him because he belongs to two other women." She let out a long unnecessary breath as she lightly touched her right arm, rubbing it gently. "Besides…lately…we get into more fights than anything else." She winced, moving her eyes away from William and back on her dress.

"Did he hurt you?" William asked quietly.

Buffy let out a slight whimper as she remembered Angelus’s grip on her last night. She was sure she wouldn’t have any bruising from his death like grip, come to find out that when she arose this afternoon that on both of her arms she had deep purple spots that almost matched the color of her gown.

"Not…really…" She whispered, darting her eyes towards him and then back at her feet. "I’ll be okay."

"Let me see…" William said as he situated himself on the bed so that he was positioned right in front of her. Taking one of her arms in his hand, he gently rolled her sleeve up to where the bruise was and almost gasped when he saw it. He had never seen such a deep bruising before. It was a mixture of a deep royal purple and a midnight black. The young fledgling quickly reminded himself not to try to make Angelus angry from now on.

"How could he do this to you?" William breathed to himself quietly; his eyes remaining on the dark bruise that decorated one her arm. Gently he rolled up the other sleeve where another bruise had been planted, in the same condition as the other one.

"I will be alright…I just bruise easily." Buffy said as she slightly squirmed under the intense gaze. "I threw him into the wall, so we are even."

William smirked at this comment and was glad that it was not her who got thrown into the wall. Still, Angelus had no right to hurt her like this. Slowly, he leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her both of her arms.

"My mum use to do that when I got ‘urt." He told her as his voice slightly slipped into a low accent that made Buffy smile. "She said kissing it would make it feel better."

"I hope so." Buffy grinned as she removed her arms from his hands and gently pulled the sleeves back down. She then got up off the bed and made her way to the heavily draped window on the other side of the room and gingerly looked out side to find a dark and frosty looking London. "Are you hungry?"

"God, yes." William chuckled as he also removed himself from the bed and stood beside her at the window. Realizing what she was suggesting at, William perked up one of his eyebrows and looked at her confused. "What about the others?"

"It doesn’t matter." She said as she took his hand in hers and led him out into the night.



~*~



Buffy grinned as she and William dropped their latest victim to the ground with a thud.

"You feel better?" William asked her as he swept his hand through his dark blonde hair, walking out of the dark alley with her. Making sure not to be seen by anyone.

"A bit." She grinned slyly, rubbing her arms, London’s icy temperature getting to her. "Just a bit cold."

"I know." William nodded as they passed a large man with a gigantic wool coat draped over his shoulders. The young fledgling smirked as he came up with an idea. Buffy saw the look in his eyes and touched him gently on the shoulder.

"No William." She told him gently, sending him a pleading look. "You are not ready to handle someone like him yet."

"Come now Buffy." He begged with a softened look. Buffy just sighed as she nodded her head. "Thank you." He praised, kissing her lightly on the cheek before striding down the street towards the man.

The blonde vampiress was surprised to watch the man actually follow William into the alley. Cautiously, Buffy followed them and stood at the end of it, just incase anything went wrong.

Suddenly, a frantic cry erupted throughout the alley and a panicked look set on Buffy’s face when she recognized that cry. "William!"




To be Continued…

A sharp pain shot through William’s spine as the man shoved him up against the wall, a tight grip locking onto his throat as the man looked wickedly at the new fledgling. William tried to yell for his companion but failed to do so as the man tightened his grip on William’s throat.

"Please…" William managed to cough out as the man just held him to the wall, grinning like a mad man. Obviously, he had done this before.

"Give me your money, mate!" The man barked in a rough accent, his breath blowing in William’s face. It smelled strongly of cheap alcohol.

The young fledgling finally now realized as he stood in front of this man, how huge and big he was. He must have been almost 7 feet tall and had very broad shoulders with bulging arms to go along with them. His face was a square shape and was mostly decorated with scars giving him a sort of ruggedness about him. His eyes were a pure black but had a yellowish tint in them that you could barely see.

William opened his mouth as he was trying to say something but from the man’s death like grip he wasn’t able to. The man noticed this and loosened his hold barely on William, but just enough for him able to speak.

"Give me your money mate!" The man yelled again, his face inching closer to William’s. Who didn’t look petrified at all but seemed amused by this man’s actions.

"Sorry, I don’t have any money, mate!" William mocked him in a rough tone that caused the anger to rise in the thief’s in body. "So if you just let me go, I will be on my way now…"

The man growled as he plucked William from the wall and twisted his arm roughly behind his back. The fledgling cried out in immense pain as he heard the bones in his arm crack. And before he knew it, a jagged knife was placed against his throat temptingly.

"I think you’re lying." He hissed into William’s throat, digging it slightly into his skin. A few drops of crimson blood dripping down the blonde vampire’s neck.

"Not lying." He chuckled deeply, his vampire visage coming forward. William growled as he dug his fangs into the man’s hand passionately.

The thief bellowed in pain as he removed his body from William’s and clutched his hand tightly. William smirked and breathed a sigh of relief as he shook off his vampire visage and back into his human while staring at the thief.

When the large man had stopped hanging onto his hand, he shot his eyes toward William and without another word he stalked over towards the fledgling and punched him hard across the jaw. Sending him towards the ground with a thud, William becoming unconscious in a second of hitting the ground.

The thief laughed with triumph as he stared down at the ‘man’ down on the ground. He was about to give him the final blow when he noticed a young voice call out and quickening footsteps coming up from behind him. Snapping his head towards the sound, the thief grinned like a fool as he saw the beautiful young woman run towards him.

"William!" She gasped when she saw her companion on the floor and the large man standing next to him.

"Come to join the fun little girl?" The thief asked Buffy as his eyes searched her body appreciatively. The man licked his lips with greed, fancying the way she looked. She appeared so virginal, the way her hair pooled down her shoulders in massive curls, resting on her breast. The dress she was wearing was a dark purple color that made her seem soft and delicate.

Buffy’s face-hardened as she stared at the human. The way he was looking at her sent a creeping feeling up her spine. She knew William shouldn’t have gone into the alley with this man but he did not listen to her. Suddenly, a soft groaning noise came from the young fledgling’s mouth as he rose from his unconscious state.

William’s eyebrows furrowed as he saw Buffy standing there with an angry look on her face but she wasn’t staring at him but at the man who had attacked him.

"Buffy?" He groaned confused, rubbing the side of his head, which was throbbing. As soon as he had spoken, Buffy snapped her head towards him and gave him a compassionate look and then sharply looked up at the thief once again who also had turned his head towards William.



That’s all Buffy needed before she shifted into her vampire visage and dealt a hard blow against the man’s face, casting him backwards. Before he got a chance to fight back she started to backhand roughly across his scarred face, and finally slamming him hard up against the wall with immense force.

The man let out frustrated groans as he tried to remove himself from her grasp but wasn’t able to do so. The female vampire growled as she kneed him roughly in the gut and then slugged him once more on the jaw, causing him to slip into unconsciousness. Buffy smirked as she dug her fangs into the man’s jugular and began to drain his life away slowly. A few minutes later, as soon as she was satisfied, Buffy dropped his lifeless body to the ground and then turned back to William who looked at her with wide eyes.

"Are you okay?" She asked with concern, slipping back into her human mask.

"I will be alright." He nodded his head slowly. He let out a wheezing cough as she helped him off of the alley’s ground. "My arm…I think he…" He trailed off as he gripped his arm, wishing the pain and throbbing that was coursing through it now would stop.

"Come now…we should head back." She told him softly, leading him back to the mansion.




~*~




William let out a hiss of agony as Buffy tried to pop his arm back into place. "Where did you learn to fight like that?" He wheezed, grasping tightly onto his silk bed sheets, while she was straddled his hips, so that he wouldn’t try to run away, which he attempted to do minutes earlier but she easily caught him and drug him over to the bed.

"Angelus…" She whispered, popping the last bone back into place as best as she could. When she heard a whimper of pain come from his throat, she gently began to massage the limb gently so the pain would be bearable. Her mouth broke out into a smile when she heard a soft purring sound now coming from his chest.

"I should ‘ave listened to you." He told her, the soft purring still coming from his chest but he didn’t realize it.

"I know…" She smirked at him, wanting to giggle at the sound he was making. "You’re young. You don’t know how to handle yourself yet."

"I know." He sighed, relaxing back onto the bed and closed his eyes. "Do you think…maybe…you could…teach me?" He asked shyly, his eyes remaining closed. "Just in case for next time. I know Dru, Darla or Angelus would not teach me. Would you?"

Buffy grinned with madness as she leaned down and kissed him sweetly on the cheek. "Yes, I will."

William smiled when he felt her roll off of him and sat next to him on the bed and picked up the book that was sitting next to her and began to read to him.





To be Continued…

"Come on William! You can do better than that?" Buffy taunted as she and William traded blows in the mansion’s basement. Buffy let a smirk appear on her thin lips as she blocked another of William’s punches. They had been coming down here frequently for the past couple of days while everyone else was asleep in their beds. Somehow though, no one had noticed yet.

No one had noticed how William continued to grow stronger and stronger day by day. Buffy noticed though, well of course, she was the one who was teaching him how to defend himself properly. But when they all went out to hunt every night, you could see how he carried himself differently. His stride had seemed to radiate confidence. A sort of poise that he didn’t seem to possess while he was human. It brought a smile to the blonde vampiress' lips when she thought of what he was becoming.

Buffy was brought out of her thoughts though when she felt a swift fist connect with her jaw, causing her to stagger backwards. Shaking her head, she snapped her eyes towards William who was grinning at her. His bright blue eyes were shining with excitement, and anticipation.

"How about that?" He asked with a soft purr, his grin widening at her.

Buffy let out a silent huff as she stalked over towards the young fledgling and began to attack him ruthlessly. The older vampire was surprised that he was able to block some of her punches and was able to throw some of his own.

"God you’re getting good." Buffy breathed heavily as they continued to spar with one another. "You learn quickly."

"Thank you for noticing." He smirked, dodging another one of her quick jabs that was directed at his face. "You’re a good teacher."

"Thank you." She breathed, as she dealt a swift kick to his midsection, sending him onto the floor with ease. As Quickly as William had been thrown down he was back on his feet within seconds.

Once he had pulled himself up off the ground, William charged Buffy, knocking them both to the ground. Once they were down on the ground, William straddled her hips and pinned her arms to both of the sides of her head. She was stuck.

"I win." He smirked at her with grace. There were very few times that he won their sparring matches.

"Yes, you have." Buffy giggled as she felt his grip around her wrists loosen but still remained on top of her. Her giggling ceased though when she realized their intimate position and knew if she were human that she would be blushing.

A bright smile broke out onto her face at the intensity of his gaze. She was comforted by the looks he sent her way every once and awhile. He seemed so gentle and passionate whenever he was in her prescence.

A broadgrin also broke out onto William’s face when her own smile appear on her face. They had this type of bond between them; he didn’t know what to call it. Was it friendship or something else?

Without even thinking, he brought one of his hands towards her face, resting it lightly against her cheek. Buffy let out a heavy sigh when she felt his soft hand lay against her cold skin. She let her eyes flutter close and then a look of peace settle on to her face.

"It is almost sunrise." William whispered huskily, looking into her eyes. He didn’t want to leave this place or her but if they didn’t leave, everyone else would probably get suspicious of them. Both of them didn’t want Angelus to get angry. God knows what he would do.

Buffy’s eyes fluttered open abruptly when she heard the sound of his smooth voice. "Yes. We should back upstairs." She breathed heavily as she and William removed themselves from the icy floor.

Buffy shook her head as she started to make her way towards the stairs but was stopped when she felt his hand latch onto her wrist. Instantaneously, Buffy turned around to face him and suddenly felt like blushing once again. His eyes were that deep blue color that she liked.

"Thanks for the dance." He purred softly, as he brought her hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it lightly.

"You think were dancing?" She asked slightly giggling.

"S’all we’ve ever done." He grinned, before planting another kiss on her hand and then made his way up the stairs.



~*~



Angelus growled with frustration as he rolled about in his bed. Something wasn’t right. He could feel it. He didn’t know what was wrong but something was. It plagued his mind. It frustrated him. He would find out though. For now he would just have lay here and let it bother him.

"Daddy…what is the matter?" Dru cooed softly as she wrapped her arms around his torso, nuzzling the side of his neck gently.

"Something isn’t right Dru." He hissed in between his teeth with venom.

"Oh Daddy, don’t be cross. You taste like ashes when you are cross." She whispered to him softly, running her slender fingers down the sides of his face. "Would you like me to tell you a pretty little poem?"

Angelus furrowed his eyebrows at her with confusion. "What are you talking about Dru?"

"Sometimes…I see my little ocean write sweet notes when he thinks I am asleep. I read them once and they made my tummy rumble. I was hungry." She giggled like a small child. Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm at the thought of her little ocean. "The stars whisper to me about him. My William."

Angelus roared with rage as he jerked himself away from her grasp and bolted out of the bed rapidly. "I will have no more talk about him Dru. No more!" He barked with venom, his vampire visage coming forward. Suddenly, he was filled with a deep pit of hunger.

"Oh look Daddy, you are cross once more." She pouted, slipping easily away from the soft cushion of the four poster bed and over to where her red silk dress had been discarded. "You should sleep with Grandmummy tonight." She whispered slipping on her dress and then made her way out the door and towards her own room.

Angelus picked up a book that was lying next to him on a table and chucked it angrily against the wall. "That fledgling will be the undoing of me!"




To be Continued…

William let out a haggard groan as he attempted to stay asleep. It had only been a few hours since he had finished sparring with Buffy and he hadn’t been able to fall asleep. He was getting stronger though. He could feel this new type strength and power course through out his whole body. She had taught him well. No one could see his new strength though, and did they even care?

For one, Darla, she was never around. Even though she and Angelus were involved, she was never around him or anyone else. And when she was around, there was always a furious look in her eyes towards Angelus. William didn’t know what to make of her yet. He wasn’t surprised that if one of these days she just left.

And then there was Dru, William thought by now he would be infatuated with her. Following her everywhere she went, responding to her every beck and call. For some reason though, he wasn’t. Instead, she was infatuated with Angelus. She was never far from his side. Wherever Angelus was, so was she. To tell the truth, William was a bit alarmed by her. Sometimes during the day, William would wake up to her incessant ramblings. He didn’t comprehend what she was saying but he did not want to know.

Finally, there was Angelus, he was…what was it called again…oh yes, that is right, a wanker. William objected to the way he treated Buffy. She just seemed like an object to him. She was just someone to juggle between Darla and Dru. It was not right.

For the past couple of days, whenever he had the chance, Angelus would send the most gruesome looks William’s way. Every time that had happened, William just wanted to take the older vampire on. Show him what he was made of. But of course, reality set in and William remembered that Angelus was more experienced in the art of combat. And a couple of days sparring with Buffy weren’t going to help William beat Angelus into a bloody pulp.

William continued to toss and turn until he felt a pair of rough, cold hands graze his cheekbones. A soft purr sounded out through the room; it was gentle and dangerous at the same time.

"Come now, my sweet little William. It is time for us to feast." Dru soothed into her childe’s ear, running a slender finger down the contours of his face. "Daddy promises a large banquet tonight, and all the kings and queens are invited."

William’s bright eyes flew open when he heard the sound of her childlike voice in his ear. He felt tired and jaded. He didn’t know if he would be able to survive tonight without collapsing under exhaustion.

Dru saw the worn look on features and let out a sigh and then rolled her eyes. "Now, now my ocean, we mustn’t be late. Daddy and Grandmummy do not accept tardiness." She lightly wagged her finger in his face and then nuzzled the side of it with affection. "Sister Elizabeth was late once. Daddy was not happy. He said she was a bad puppy. There was so much screaming."

"Bloody poofter." William grumbled as he turned over in the soft cushion, his back facing his sire.

"Bad puppy!" Dru growled slightly as she swatted his arm. "Do not be angry with Daddy." Her gaze then softened and ran her hand slowly down the side of his face. "Now my sweet one, we must leave, come now!" She pouted as she took his hand in hers and began to tug at it but he wouldn’t budge.

"I do not feel like going Drusilla." He whispered deeply as he wrenched his hand from hers and pulled the bed sheets tightly around his lean frame. "Leave me be."

Dru giggled as she threw herself on top of him and squeezed him tightly, "Do not jest with me William…now come." She begged as she removed herself from on top of him and then tried to tug at his hand again but he did not budge.

"No." He said once again, removing his hand from hers.

Just as Dru was about to say something else to William, she was stopped when another presence entered the room. Dru snapped her head towards the figure and slightly frowned at her.

"Hello sister." Dru smirked as jumped off the bed and walked slowly over to Buffy who stood with her arms crossed over chest. "My sweet little Willy does not feel like our feast tonight." She then whirled her head over in William’s direction and shook her finger at him. "He’s being a grouchy puppy. Bad William."

Buffy shook her head at Druscilla, "Go on Dru, I will talk with him." She reassured the raven-haired vampiress who just giggled with delight and skipped out of the room, Buffy shutting the large door behind her.

A small smile appeared on the blonde vampiress' ruby lips as she swayed over towards the bed and crawled in next to her new friend. When she lay down next to him, William sniffed the air and then chuckled with amusement.

"How did you make her go away?" He chuckled in a low-pitched tone before turning to face her.

"You just have not learned properly yet." She told him pointedly, "You get use to her after a while."

William let out a slight huff as he pulled the blood red sheets tighter to him; "she wouldn’t stop talking about Angelus. About to make my ears bleed."

Buffy giggled as she lay down fully on the bed, resting her head on his shoulder. "Yes, I know what you are talking about. Feel the same way about that myself." She told him quietly while she began to play with the material of his shirt.

It was the same one that he had worn when he crawled out of his own grave. It wasn’t as dirty as it had been but it still had that earthy smell to it. There was also a long trail of blood down the front of it. Buffy smirked as she traced the line with her gentle fingers.

"I don’t see why he worships her so?" He stated as his eyes watched her fingers travel down his chest and stomach, then back up again. Through the slightest touch, William began to feel a tad bit nervous. "I am not jealous by it but…I just don’t understand."

Buffy sighed as she snuggled deeper into his shoulder, continuing to trace down the bloodline, "that’s how it has always been. He has never been this deeply affectionate with Dru before, I must tell you that. Usually he wants me after drinking tons of ale at the local pub. With Darla it is after a recent bloodbath. And Dru…she is just like a child to him. There have been few moments of passion between them in the last 20 years but now there have been more than ever."

"Oh…" William sighed as he slightly closed his eyes. "I tell you, we have to start sparring earlier in the day because I am having the hardest time staying awake." He mumbled as he felt himself begin to drift off and then snapped out of it.

"I know." Buffy mumbled as she felt her eyes drooping but also shook her head in order to stay awake. "Now why do you not want to come out hunting tonight?"

"I don’t want to." He replied simply as his eyes began to flutter open and close. He didn’t know if vampires could be sleepy but all he knew right now is that it was hard for him to stay awake. "Too tired and I am not really in the mood to have Angelus send sharp looks at me the whole night."

"Please…" Buffy whispered soothingly into his ear, making William’s stomach do strange motions. "I promise that if you come, we can train earlier."

William chuckled as he looked down on the female who was leaning on his shoulder and grinned. He then cupped her cheek and suddenly placed a soft kiss against her temple before removing himself from the bed. Buffy chortled with pure excitement as she bounced off the bed and out the door.



~*~



Darla growled with impatience as she, Dru and Angelus made their way through the icy London streets. "I am bored, shall we retire now?" She asked with annoyance, moving her hard gaze over towards Angelus who had his arm wrapped tightly around Dru’s waist and his other arm linked with hers.

"Here in a minute, Darla. We must wait for the boy and Buffy, they are still feeding." Angelus told her but had slight venom in his voice when he spoke of his childe and Dru’s.

"Forget them! It is almost daylight." Darla huffed impatiently, gripping tighter to Angelus’s arm. "We shall not become ashes because of their carelessness." She tried to reason with him, stopping in her tracks, pulling on his arm when she did, causing both he and Dru halt in mid-step.

Dru pouted as she nuzzled Angelus’s shoulder, trying to obtain his attention. "Daddy, I am weary. I do not feel like waiting for my little ocean. He will return home soon enough with Sister."

"We may leave when we know where they are!" Angelus raged at them before turning on his heels and stalking off into the opposite direction that they had come, bumping into several people as he passed them by.

As he stalked down the street, Angelus heard a pair of laughter come from a nearby alley. Recognizing it as his childe and the boy, the elder vampire sauntered into the alley to find Buffy and William dropping their latest victims towards the ground. "Where have you two been!" Buffy and William gasped with alarm as Angelus’s booming voice called out to them.

"We have been feeding Angelus." Buffy told him softly, shaking off her vampire mask and wiping the crimson trail of blood away from her chin. "William and I are very hungry tonight."

"Well the rest of us are ready to retire. It is time to go. We don’t want to turn into dust." He growled with an irate tone.

"We are still hungry and we’re going to stay out longer." William smirked at the brunette vampire that only snarled at him.

Angelus cocked his head to the side as he observed Buffy. She only nodded her head with agreement at her blonde companion, her face seemed firm and assured of her decision.

A slight hiss escaped Angelus’s mouth as he looked between the two blonde vampires, "fine but be back before sunrise!" He barked before storming out of the alley.

As soon as the elder vampire was gone from sight, William turned towards Buffy and smiled. "He did not seemed to blissful did he?"

"No, but it is alright." She reassured him, linking their arms together. "A bit more bloodshed before we turn in William?" She grinned at him as they slipped out of the alley.

"Yes, I think so." He nodded his head as they made their way through the cobblestone streets but he halted immediately as a shock look covered over his face when he saw HER figure walk trough the small crowds. William furrowed his eyebrows as he whispered her name. "Cecily?"



To be Continued…

The young woman laughed with glee as the gay melody floated throughout the room. It had been a wonderful night; there was beautiful music, joyful dancing and elegant conversation. This party could not have gotten any better.

The young woman was brought out of her musings when there was a slight tap on her shoulder. Whipping her body around, she wasn’t surprised to see one of her many admirers standing there with a pleasant smile on his face.

"Dear Cecily, would you do the pleasure of accompanying me for one dance?" Henry Austen asked her politely; extending his arm but she just giggled, covering her mouth with her white-gloved hand.

"Oh no thank you Henry, I do not dance well." She continued to laugh.

The young man just shook his head amusingly at her, "now, now Cecily, I think you would float like an angel on the ballroom floor." He commented, taking her hand in his.

Cecily blushed at his loving words. Henry had a way with them and she admired that. Unlike William…ugh, she did not want to think about him. Thank goodness she had gotten rid of that boy.

"Your words are sweet, Henry." She whispered softly, letting go of his hand and took a step back from him, "but it is getting late and I must retire. But thank you ever so much for the offer." She nodded to him but before he could say anything else she turned around and headed out of the estate and into the streets of London.

She did not feel comfortable walking around at night alone. Pickpockets and thieves have become more and more abundant lately. Some victims of these crimes had even been found with their throats ripped out and their blood drained, or so she had heard.

Cecily pulled her shawl closer to her body as she quickened her pace down the street, but stopped when she felt a creeping feeling up her spine. It felt familiar and powerful. The power that pulled her caused Cecily to turn around.

"Oh my Lord." She gasped as she saw William standing there, alive.




~*~




Buffy furrowed her eyebrows as she heard the name leave William’s mouth. "Cecily?" She whispered to him and then looked in William’s direction to see a beautiful young woman standing there, staring at him with disbelief.

The female suddenly remembered what he had told her about this young woman. Buffy now understood the hurt and vengeful look that was embedded deeply into his dark blue orbs.

Touching his shoulder lightly she looked over at Cecily who was continuing to stand there across the street, looking dumbfounded. "What are you going to do about ‘er?" Buffy asked him sincerely, running her hand down the length of his arm, towards his hand, intertwining their fingers together.

"She hurt me. She made me this." William whispered hoarsely, giving her hand a slight squeeze and then finally turned his gaze from his former love towards his teacher and confidant. Buffy could see the rage that was building up inside him and placed a tender hand on his cheek. William let out a deep sigh as he felt her.

"Don’t be too long okay? It will be sunrise in a few hours." She told him gently, as she ran her hand down his cheek. "We do not want Angelus to go into one of his fits again." She giggled and then gently brushed her lips against his. This stunned them both for a minute while they stared at one another. Eventually though Buffy shook her head and nodded towards the nearby party. "I will be in there." She told him before walking off and leaving him to do his business.

William watched her go as a slight smile appeared on his face. She was a remarkablevampire and she had kissed him. Quickly though, he snapped his head back over towards his former love. He could feel his demon visage begging to be released and to rip the woman apart for what she had done to him.


~*~


Cecily didn’t know what was happening, but his eyes…they spoke to her in so many ways. They beckoned her to him. She had never looked at William’s eyes like this before but now that she did, she couldn’t pull away.

"William?" She whispered quietly to herself before he turned on his feet and headed into the alley behind him. She didn’t know how it happened, but for some reason her feet began to follow him into the alley. As soon as she entered the dark alley, Cecily brought her hand towards her nose. It seemed like death amongst the shadows. Too dark to see your own hand if you stuck it up in front of your face. The young woman began to walk until she reached a high wall that extended several feet above her head, the only light coming from the ghostly moon above her. That’s when she heard his voice.

"Hello Cecily," the vampire purred with twisted amusement as he hid from her in the darkness. He chuckled as she whipped her body around in circles, trying to look for him in the shadows. An alarmed look passed over the woman’s face as she searched for him but it was useless.

"Where are you?" She whispered with a slight stammer in her voice. Her eyes still searching for him, having no luck. The smell in the dank alley was getting worse. She couldn’t stand it and she wondered how he could, if it was really him. How was he alive? "Come out."

William smirked as he shook his head, "not your dog anymore pet. I’ll come out when I please." He told her in a deep rumbling tone. Feeling his anger for her course throughout his body.

"You come back from the dead to tell me more of your poetry William?" She said in a snotty attitude, her face mimicking pure annoyance towards the vampire in the shadows. She didn’t know if it was really him but even if it wasn’t she still felt a negative feeling towards him. "I told you before William, you’re beneath me."

Cecily was surprised when she heard a deep chuckle from the shadows.

"That may be luv, but I didn’t come here for poetry." He told her as he finally emerged from the darkness and towards her. The eerie glow from the moonlight bouncing off of his figure. A dark chill ran up Cecily’s spine when she saw him.

She could tell from the sound his voice that the sweet and shy tone he had once before was gone from his speech, and replaced with a dark and confident one. He seemed taller to her, and leaner. His spectacles had disappeared from his face, and his dark curly hair was swept away from his brow, giving her a clear view of the bright blue orbs that were his eyes. Once again as she stared into them, she felt as if she was in a trance.

"What…are you here for then?" She asked him dazed, still trapped in the color of his eyes.

"I have a surprise for you. Want to show you what I have become." He smirked as continued to walk towards her, backing the young woman into a nearby wall. She was trapped, there was no where to run.

"Go home William." She huffed as she tried to get her feet to start walking but it wasn’t working. He was doing something to her.

"No thanks." He grinned at her impishly, running his hands down the sides of her arms, "kind of like it here."

Cecily let out a short huff as she tried to wrench herself from his touch but he just tightened his grip on her when she did. "Let go of me William!"

"It always has to be about you doesn’t it?" He asked with venom, tilting his head to the side. "No one else matters but Cecily because everyone else in the world doesn’t live up to her stature. She couldn’t see what was right in front of her!"

Cecily let out a slight whimper at the tone of his voice, "William please." She begged now a look of fright set on to her face. She thought that would make him let her go but it didn’t work because he continued ranting.

"You broke my heart that night. I felt like you had ripped me in two and then chopped me into little pieces! I thought my life was over," he then smirked as he thought the irony of what he had said. "And it was in a way…so I just wanted to thank you…"

"F-for what?" The young woman stuttered as she looked up at the man in front of her that was holding her tightly.

"For making me into this." He hissed as the demon surged forward and growled at her deeply. "You like?" He chuckled deeply as his golden eyes sparkled with anger.

"Oh God!" Cecily gasped as she now tried to struggle away from him but his strength was no match for hers. She let out several small cries of help as she placed her hands on his chest and attempted to push him away but wasn’t able to.

"Don’t look so alarmed, luv, this is what you did. This was your fault!" He told her, looking down at her jugular with immense hunger. He had never felt like this before, he had never felt so primal and vengeful in his whole life. It felt unfamiliar to him but when he saw her, the urge and passion for blood hit his stomach hard. His stomach felt empty and heavy and his heart felt rage and a deep undying pain. He loosened his grip as he thought of that night that his life had been taken away from him, he watched it play over and over in his mind.

The moment of thinking was all Cecily needed to break away from the vampire’s grasp. Fear was now settling uncomfortably into her body as she began to run out of the alley but began to subside as she saw the dimly lit streets of London ahead of her.

"Oh no you don’t." William huffed as he shoved Cecily into the wall opposite her.

"I am sorry William! I am so sorry!" She begged and pleaded as small tears began to stream down her face. He cocked his head to the side.

William let out another growl as he shoved her up against the wall once more. His golden eyes flashed with a look of rage. "Lies." He hisses softly between his teeth. "You don’t know what you have done to me!"

"I am sorry William, I truly am!" She continued to beg, the tears now pooling down her face like a waterfall. Her usually pale cheeks were now a deep crimson color from her tears; her beautiful eyes that he had loved to look at when he was human were now wide with fear.

"Too late." He spat before shoving his sharp fangs into her jugular, letting the bloodlust take over him completely. Cecily let out cries of help as she felt William draining the blood from her body, feeling her life easily slip away from her.



~*~



Buffy sighed as she continued to dance with this Henry fellow she had met as soon as she had entered the mansion. He was polite and elegant but he wasn’t…she didn’t know how to describe it. If she were human she would have taken keen interest in him but now that she was a vampire, he seemed to bore her.

"Do I bore you Elizabeth?" Henry smiled at her as they waltzed along the ballroom floor. She was a wonderful dancer and had a timeless beauty that he had not seen before, he thought to himself as he looked at her. Although, Cecily was beautiful herself, this woman Elizabeth was mysterious at the same time. He liked it.

Buffy giggled, as she finally looked Henry in the eyes for the first time since they had approached the ballroom floor. "Oh no Henry. I am just thinking. You do not bore me." She lied but she didn’t want to hurt this mortal’s feelings.

Silently she worried about William, he had been taking a long time and she was starting to worry about him. It was eating at her. She had to see if he was all right.

"I am sorry Henry," Buffy began to apologize as she pulled away from his gentle hold on her, "I must go." And with that she turned on her heels and ran out of the mansion.

Henry curiously watched the beautiful woman run out of the mansion and out into the streets. And then letting the curiosity consume him, he quickly followed her.



~*~



William let out a pleasured moan as he continued to feed off of his former love. As soon as her blood had entered his body, William felt the burden of her rejection of him several nights ago be put to rest. His attention was suddenly pulled away from his victim when he heard someone approaching. Whirling his head around, William saw Buffy coming towards him. Immediately he let his demon mask fade away and replaced it with his human one.

"Buffy? What’s wrong?" He asked with concern, the rage that he had been feeling soon dying away when he saw her. "Are you okay?"

Buffy let out a sigh of relief when she that he was all right and the dead body of Cecily hanging limply in his arms. "I am alright, I was just worried about you. Thought something went wrong." She replied with concern, watching him lean the body up against the wall softly and then turned towards her.

"I am sorry that I worried you." He said sincerely as he ran his hand down her cheek softly then down her arm. "Didn’t mean to."

"I know." She smiled genuinely, feeling a slight tingling sensation as his hand stroked her arm gently. She suddenly remembered what she had done before she had taken off into the party. She kissed him. Buffy didn’t know why she did it but she just did. But what she did know was that she liked it.

William tilted his head to the side as he watched his companion have an inner war within herself. He wondered what she was thinking. The young vampire then moved his eyes away from her face and towards his hand which was holding hers gently. She had the smallest hands he had ever seen and somehow they seemed to fit perfecting within his. Furrowing his eyebrows he brought the hand towards his face.

Buffy slightly giggled as she saw him open her hand up and traced his own fingers down hers. "Having fun?" She laughed at him, watching him study her hand.

"You have the smallest hands." He stated as he placed his own hand against hers. "So delicate…so gentle."

Buffy let out a heavy sigh as she moved the hand that William was studying and placed it delicately against his face. Her hazel eyes fluttered close and then leaned forward and planted her lips softly on his.

"MONSTERS!" Buffy and William rapidly pulled away from each other when they heard the frantic cry sound out through the streets. There standing at them with a look of pure horror on his features was Henry. "You killed her! You monsters!" He continued to shout as several other men from the party joined up behind him looking at Cecily’s body with sorrow and then at the pair of vampires with fear.

"Oh God." Buffy gasped as she took William’s hand in hers and grasped it tightly. Soon a mob of men had gathered up behind Henry, several of then holding torches in their hands. They were trapped.

"Kill them!" Several of the men shouted at the pair, holding their torches high in the air, ready to strike at any moment.

Buffy quickly snapped her head towards William’s. "What are we going to do? They’ll kill us."

William’s eyes widened as he stared at her, "I don’t know." He told her, his voice shaky with dismay.




To Be Continued…

The mob’s shouts and animosity seemed to grow immensely towards the vampires. Buffy and William had been standing there at least for several minutes and yet they had never felt more scared of something in their whole lives. The sky was the smell of flame and ash, and had the look of death.

William flinched slightly when he felt the tightening grip of Buffy’s hand.

"Do you have a plan?" He asked her quietly while they both had their eyes locked on the mob that was in front of them, not once looking at each other. The men were continuing to grow agitated.

"No…not really." She replied in a slight whisper that only his immortal ears would hear. "I was thinking that we should run…"

William nodded slowly as he slightly glanced over at her and squeezed her hand, "Me too…worth the risk right?"

"I suppose." She replied, watching the flames that danced on their torches, she then moved her gaze towards William, "whatever you do…stay away from the torches." She let out a heavy and unneeded sigh before she brought forth her demon, "whatever happens, keep on running. Don’t look back." She whispered and then placed a tender kiss on his lips that set a feeling of warmth through their bodies.

William stared blankly at her for awhile before bringing forth his own demon. "I promise."


With a loud growl sounding out through the air, both of the blonde vampires charged towards the men, with the thought that their demons would cause the men to back away, but they didn’t, instead they did the opposite. Charging at them with full force.

William let out a loud cry of pain as 5 of the men toppled on to him, beating him with full force, more than he could handle. He tried to fend them off but it was difficult, two of the men that were attacking him had dimming torches in their hands and decided to jab his body with them. More painful screams springing from the young vampire’s mouth. He had never felt this much pain before. It was excruciating.

"Buffy!" William yelled with all of his might as the men had gotten William into a corner and continued to beat on him with their fists and torches.

When she had heard his voice call out, Buffy snapped her head towards her companion and saw the he was seriously out numbered and getting beaten into a bloody pulp. Throwing the men she was fighting off, Buffy ran over towards the men who were attacking William and threw them off of him with some struggle.

"Come on!" Buffy shouted as she grabbed William’s hand tightly in hers as they ran down the street together while the mob chased after them slowly.




~*~




Angelus growled with impatience as he and Darla sat in front of the fireplace in the sitting room. Darla reading one of the very few novels that they kept inside the mansion while Angelus himself stared gravely in the flames. I shouldn’t have let Buffy stay with the boy! He fumed in his head as he continued to stare. The fledgling thinks he can move in on my women. First Dru and now Buffy. I will not be surprised if Darla begins to fawn over him next!

Darla sighed as she licked her finger and then turned the page in her book. "Stop worrying about them lover." She told him with slight venom. "Buffy is able to take care of herself, she doesn’t need you to look over her shoulder every five seconds." Darla hissed lightly, turning the page once again.

Angelus turned his gaze from the fire and then towards his sire and chuckled, "jealous Darla? Jealous that you don’t get that kind of attention from me?" He taunted her, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He enjoyed the thought of his women fighting each other over him.

"You’re one to talk." Darla snickered as she kept her eyes on her book. "You hate it when Buffy’s with him. I see the look you get when you see them together. It is quite obvious Angelus. You’re jealous of them."

Angelus growled as he leapt out of his chair and stalked over to her, blocking her reading light. "Don’t tell me what I am and am not, woman!" He roared, staring down at her with filth.

Darla hissed as she jumped out of her seat and stood toe to toe with Angelus, "and you should learn to respect your elders, Angelus!" She sneered with disdain, her eyes flashing a tint of yellow, "Sometimes you forget I am the one who made you and can easily destroy you if I choose to!"

The brunette vampire just chuckled at her, "you think you could take me on, lover?" He taunted, his eyes roaming her figure with appreciation. "You wouldn’t last for very long if you did."

Darla’s demon was brought forth as her hand darted out towards Angelus’s throat, gripping it tightly. He began to groan and stuggle for freedom as the grip on his throat grew vicious.

"Oh really?" His sire said, cocking her head to the side as she observed his squirming form. Letting out a small snort she leaned her face closely towards his and smirked, "I never thought I would ever have to tell you this Angelus, but you should remember your place."

"Oh Grand mummy you are hurting him!" Dru whimpered when she finally entered the fire lit room, almost crying when she saw Darla hold Angelus in a vice like grip.

Darla rolled her eyes at the young raven-haired vampiress and then turned her attention back on her childe, "remember what I said Angelus. Don’t cross me next time!" She hissed, dropping him to the floor like a rag doll.

Angelus let out a short huff as he picked himself up off the floor, rubbing his neck, "you could’ve been more gentle." He mumbled under his breath as his eyes were directed over towards Dru who was waiting patiently at a large window in the room, looking out into the streets.

"What’s wrong my love?" He asked her sweetly, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, crushing her body to his, her face still locked towards the cobblestone streets.

Her frail hand reached out towards the glass and delicately ran her fingers down it; "my little prince is not here with me." She cooed sadly, her fingers still trailing down the glass. "Sister likes to keep him company."

"Yes, I know she does." Angelus hissed with anger, taking her hand in his, continuing to run it down the glass.

"She wants to take my little ocean away from me. It saddens me Daddy." Dru whimpered, leaning her head back, resting it against his chest. "She doesn’t want him to sing our little songs."

"I know Dru." He hissed once more.

Suddenly, Dru let out a small cry as she stared out the window, her hand tightening around Angelus, "look Daddy! My ocean and Sister are coming! The bad humans want to hurt them! They bring pretty fire!"

As soon as the words had entered his undead ears, Angelus snapped his head up to look directly out the window. Coming towards the house were both William and Buffy followed by a large mob of men who were holding torches high in the air. Letting out a sharp growl, Angelus threw himself away from Dru and walked over towards Darla who was back to reading her book.

"Pack up your things quickly and then head down towards the basement, there are tunnels down there where we can hide!" He barked at her. Sensing that something was wrong; Darla instantly bounded out of her seat and over towards Drusilla. Grabbing the younger vampiress' hand, Darla rushed both of them into their rooms to pack.

As soon as they were out of sight, Angelus bolted towards the front door of the house and whipped it open, letting both William and Buffy inside. The brunette vampire growled with frustration as he quickly bolted the door.

"What did you both do!" Angelus boomed at the blondes, his features were a lit with immense anger. All three of them jumped suddenly when there was a loud banging on the door and several shouts of protest. Rolling his eyes, Angelus shook his head and then pushed the pair of vampires into the sitting room, "both of you get your belongings and go down to the basement, we have to leave."



~*~




"Angelus will you cease with the pacing, my head is hurting." Darla whined impatiently as she watched her childe pace throughout the tunnel.

"What did they do?" Angelus continued to mutter over and over under his breath while he paced. "What could have they done?"

Dru chuckled with amusement as she wrapped her arms around Angelus and sighed, "my little ocean saw the nasty girl! He was wicked!" She giggled like a small child but then her voice grew serious. "He slashed her throat and drank her dry. Dirty humans though, they ruined my boy’s fun. Called him and Sister dirty names." Drusilla continued to ramble to Angelus, who as he continued to hear her words, grew more furious than he had been earlier.

Before he could say anything to Dru, the low sounds of both Buffy and William’s voices filtered into the room. When he first saw William enter the tunnel, Angelus immediately dashed over to the fledgling and grabbed him by the throat, shoving him up against the nearest wall. A long wheezing sound coming out William’s mouth.

Angelus’ demon came forward as he stared William in the eye. His yellow eyes dancing with deep and unbending anger and rage. "Give me an excuse not to stake you!"



To be Continued…

A/n: Glad you all are enjoying the story so much. I really appreciate your reviews! This chapter was inspired by a scene in Fool for Love.



Dru giggled with madness, approaching behind Angelus she looked at her childe up and down. "William has been a naughty, naughty little boy! Playing with the humans!" She continued to laugh, running her finger down the side of Angelus’ face. "Daddy doesn’t like it when you play with the humans! They are nasty ones!" She snickered as she ran her finger down her sire’s face once more, this time drawing blood.

"I ask you again William," Angelus growled at the younger vampire that had a flabbergasted look on his face as the older vampire held him tightly around the neck. "Give me a reason not to stake you?" He hissed.

"Angel, let him go!" Buffy pleaded as she watched.

Angelus snapped his eyes over towards his childe when he heard that name uttered. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT CALLING ME THAT!" He boomed at her, causing the blonde vampriess to flinch with fear, "and you helped him so don’t try to act innocent!"

Drusilla chuckled as she brought her mouth towards Angelus' ear, "what did I tell you Daddy? Sister wants to protect my ocean, she doesn’t want him to sing our songs anymore." The raven-haired vampiress sighed as she looked over at William; "you had better let him go Daddy. I think my prince wants to say he is sorry for being bad."

Angelus rolled his shoulders with frustration as he dropped William to the ground with ease. Even though the fledgling didn’t need to breathe, but as soon as he dropped to the floor William was gasping for air. Buffy let out a sigh of relief when Angelus had released him, she wanted to go comfort William but knew if she did, Angelus wouldn’t like it.

Angelus let out a short growl as he stepped closer to William who was looking up at his Grandsire, un-phased at all by the stare he was giving him. "Why shouldn’t I kill you?" Angelus asked once again but William huffed as he stood up from the ground and then tried to move past the elder vampire but he easily blocked the blonde and shoved him back up against the wall with a hard push. "You are not going to walk away from this William. Come and face me like a man, not a scared little boy."

William’s demon surged forward as he let out a small growl, "sod off, mate." He told Angelus as he shoved the older vampire but he barely even moved.

"Mate?" Angelus chuckled as he took a step forward towards William, almost 2 inches from his body, "when did you start talking like that?"

"Since now." He snapped at the elder vampire, shaking off his demon and tried to move past him once more but it wasn’t working.

"Don’t get short with me boy, we are going to barely make it out of London because of you." He hissed, taking another step towards the fledgling. "Learn your place boy!"

"Angelus please, leave him be, it was my idea," Buffy pleaded once more, worry in her eyes for William.

Angelus turned his attention away from William and then marched over towards Buffy, "you are to stay out of this Elizabeth!" He barked at her with venom, using her actual name, which he rarely ever did. "I will come for you later but for now it is this mutt that I am speaking to!" He barked once more before stalking back over towards William.

"You are such the hypocrite my dear lover." Darla chuckled with amusement.

Turning his attention away from William once again, Angelus stalked back over to his sire and Drusilla, who was giggling with wide eyes. "What are you saying?"

Before Darla could say anything though, Drusilla beat her to it. "Mummy is very cross with you Angelus. You are a silly, silly boy. That’s what her head says. You make dirty eyes at sister and at my little ocean while mummy makes dirty eyes at you!" She continued to ramble, skipping away from the couple and began to spin about the room.

Angelus growled at his sire, "you think I am a silly boy?" His voice though rough had a hint of hurt that was barely noticeable.

"Yes I do. You are a little boy who thinks of your women as toys or pawns in your little game of chess. Moving them where you please! It makes me sick Angelus! Sick! Ever since you turned Dru you have been like this! Then you let her make him!" She shouted at Angelus, pointing towards William who was being tended to by Buffy but none of them noticed it. "You always want to make her happy!"

"Well if you don’t like it here, why don’t leave then, go back to the your precious Master!" He spat.



~*~



Once she saw that Angelus, Darla, and Dru were distracted, Buffy looked over at William. "Are you okay?" She asked him quietly so that the others would not hear her.

William turned his head towards her and slightly winced, touching his chest, "it hurts." He told her quietly, "the people, poked me with…"

Buffy furrowed her eyebrows as she pulled down William’s shirt collar to see a nasty burn mark over where his heart would be. It was healing now but not as fast as she usually healed; he would be all right though.

"You’ll be okay." She told him gently, touching the side of his face with her hand. "It’ll heal quickly." She whispered once again as he leaned slightly into her touch.

"What about you?" He asked tenderly, looking at her with concern, "did they hurt you?"

"Stop being foolish William!" She giggled, "they barely laid a hand on me."

William smirked as he looked at her. Like he had thought earlier, she was wonderful. She was still amazing, no questions asked. She had taken care of him in the very beginning. It felt comforting and like he was still connected to something.

"Hmmm…wouldn’t want to get in a fight with you, that’s for sure." He purred, running his hand delicately down her long golden hair.



~*~



Angelus was brought out of his argument when he heard a slight giggling come across from the room. Whipping his head around, the brunette vampire seethed with jealousy as he saw the young fledgling run his hand down HIS woman’s hair.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!" Angelus roared as his demon surged forward and bounded over towards William, shoving him roughly up against the wall once again. "THINK YOU CAN TOUCH MY WOMAN LIKE THAT!"

"Poofter." William muttered under his breath, slightly glancing up at Angelus.

Angelus snarled once more as he grabbed the young vampire by his collar and lifted him high in the air. "You know William if I nor and angry mob can teach you a thing or two about discipline, maybe the Slayer will!" He hissed, dropping him to the floor once more.

William snapped his head up at Angelus with a curious look on his face, "what’s a Slayer?"

Drusilla ceased her spinning and began to cackle, "my little one is curious. Curious, curious, curious. He’s a silly one. Always talking of love and pretty things." She giggled rubbing her stomach, "makes me hungry." She then scanned her eyes around their surroundings and wagged her finger at Angelus, "I do not like this place, it smells and it is not comfy. I want to go somewhere else."

Totally forgetting about William, Angelus turned to his childe and smirked, "where would you like to go Dru?" He asked affectionately.

Drusilla beamed with happiness as she ran over towards Angelus and wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled, "I want to go where the bird sings in the morning. I want to go where all the animals play. I want to play with the animals Daddy." She whispered to him eagerly, her cold breath trailing the rim of his ear.

Angelus smirked once again as he pulled out of his childe’s embrace and then turned to the others, "come now. We’re leaving and heading to the countryside." He chuckled as he grabbed Dru by the waist and began to make their way through the tunnels, Darla following slowly behind them, a very displeased look on her face.

As soon as they left, William turned towards Buffy with that very confused look still on his face, "what’s a Slayer?" He asked once again.

A slight smile was brought to the vampiress' lips as she bent down and retrieved her bag and handed him his, "I will explain it to you on the way. Come now." She told him as they both made their way through the tunnels.





To be continued…

A/n: Wasn't going to post anything today but considering today is my birthday and I am turning the big 1-8....I am feeling generous and ultimately happy today! So here ya go! Thanks to all for the reviews and I am glad you are enjoying the story.

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She began to breathe heavily as she reached the edge of the huge field and the beginning of the forest. You would think it would be difficult to find a property big as this but for vampires it wasn’t. Well, so Angelus told her.

Buffy started to pant as she continued to sprint through the forest, not once looking over shoulder. She knew she really didn’t need to breathe but the whole act of inhaling and exhaling never left her when she became a demon. It was strange. She never did it around Angelus though because he would get angry with her, calling her human and soft. He had been doing that a lot lately, but it was all for little things. All about the little things.

Buffy immediately halted when neither she heard nor felt anyone behind her anymore. She whipped her head around in several directions, still no one. He was here though. She could feel him. She could always feel him when he was around or near her. It’s just where he was specifically is what she had to figure out.

"Where are you?" She whispered quietly to herself, as her hazel eyes scanned across the area, still nothing. Wrapping her arms around her body, Buffy still continued to observe the area around her. It was less dark than usual. Probably due to the fact that sunrise was only in a couple of hours could be the reason. Looking up at the sky, the blonde vampiress could see the moon so brightly, it had an eerie glow to it tonight.

Time passed quickly for a vampire because it didn’t matter; all that did was your existence. Well, it wasn’t like that for before; it was only after Drusilla sired William. How could one person make things so different and positive for her? She use to consider her immortality a curse, but not now, she could actually bear it now because she could spend it with him.

"Where is he?" She whispered once again to the air, rubbing her already cold arms, another mortal like gesture that she should stop immediately. Angelus would find out soon, he would sense it, and he wouldn’t be happy when he did. He would not like the fact that his own childe was growing soft. "Where are you-!"

Buffy was suddenly brought down to the ground when someone dropped from the trees above and toppled down on top of her. Buffy’s demon surged forwards as she punched him in the nose and pushed him off of her. The blonde vampiress thought it was over but was surprised when he dealt a large uppercut across her jaw and then a swift kick into her gut, sending her staggering backwards. She let out a frustrated growl as she surged forward lashing out in several rapid punches and kicks at him but he easily blocked them. Buffy tried to hit him again but he blocked it once again, and was able to get a few punches on her also. She then surprised him by doing a roundhouse on his chest, which threw him up against a nearby tree. Being as persistent as he was, he still came back at her, throwing even more skillful punches and kicks her way, she was just as able to block them as easily as he had blocked hers. They were equal fighters though, so it was hard for either of them to win.

Buffy’s opponent was suddenly taken aback though when she swept his legs from out under him and sent him to the ground. As soon as he was down though, she jumped on top of him and pinned him there with sitting on top his hips. Holding him tight enough so that he wouldn’t be able to get away, no matter how much he tried to struggle from beneath her.

"I win," she perked, holding his wrists tightly to the ground with her hands.

"Yes you did, pet." He replied, still trying to struggle from beneath her but it wasn’t working.

"I told you to start watching your legs." She told him firmly, her grip tightening on his wrists. "The Slayer almost killed you last time when you didn’t watch out."

"I know, and I almost didn’t get out of there alive…" He smirked at her, studying her face.

"You have to remember Spike, I am not always going to be there. You want to take a Slayer on, you have to hold your own." She said once again and then saw the uncomfortable look that he was giving her, "What did I say?"

"Nothing," he said silently, "you calling me Spike, kind of weird. Have gotten so use to you calling me William."

"I know," Buffy smiled at him genuinely, "but it is not my fault that you decided to get all playful with a railroad spike that night. And you’re the one who came up with the name."

"I know luv, but still…" He sighed, "could you just call me William, you know, when we’re alone. Kind of comforting when you call me that." He admitted shyly, trying to struggle some more but it wasn’t working.

"All right…William," She whispered kindly, bringing her hand up against his cheek.

When she had finally touched his cheek, William tried to pry himself away from her but she easily caught on and ground her hips deeper into his body, pinning him once again. "Nice try, William."

"Buffy…" William squeaked, his face scrunched up.

"Yeah?"

"You’re hurting my pelvic area." He winced as he continued to feel the throbbing pain he was feeling in the lower part of his body. Buffy only chuckled at him with amusement.

"You big baby." She giggled like a small child, her hand covering her mouth.

"S’not funny," He pouted, sticking out bottom lip that made Buffy laugh even more.

"See…baby." She chirped at him, cocking her head the side, observing him before she leaned forwards and pressed her lips gently against his. She was about to pull away when she felt his hand meet her cheek and rub it thoughtfully as he continued to kiss her softly. They hadn’t been this intimate since that night with the mob and that was five years ago. She didn’t know why now she felt like kissing him, but she just had this urge, this feeling like she should.

Eventually though they pulled away from each other and just sat there staring at one another. Buffy shook her head as she snapped herself out of her strong gaze and got up off William and then helped him up. They both dusted themselves as they began to make their way back to the mansion that they now resided in.

There were a couple of minutes of silence before either one of them spoke. William was the first, "you’ve never told me about how you know so much about Slayers."

Buffy sighed as she removed the pins from her hair and let her long golden locks fall on to her shoulders, "in the last 50 years I have faced off against 3 Slayer myself. I was able to kill two of them." She told him, running her fingers through her hair, keeping her eyes straight ahead. "The third one almost got the best of me."

"Do you think that I will able to successfully face off against a Slayer?" He asked her truthfully, clasping his hands behind his back as they continued to travel through the large field.

Buffy gave William a slide glance and then let a bright smile break out onto her face, "yeah I do. You just need to work on your combat skills and you will be fine." She told him in a very affirmative tone, "just remember to…" She said before biting her bottom lip and lightly pushed him, causing him to stumble a bit, "keep you balance." She chuckled slightly before returning her eyes towards the land in front of them, now seeing the mansion in clear view.

"You feel like mocking me tonight, luv?" He asked her with a slight smirk on his face.

"Maybe." She answered with an impish look on her face. Looking as if she wanted to cause some mischief, unfortunately it was almost sunrise so she would have to wait till when the sun set.

"You’re humorous Elizabeth," he purred at her gently before sprinting through the field as fast as he could. As soon as she realized what he had called her, Buffy took off after him, having a hard time catching up to him. When she had finally reached the barn, he was leaning up against it, a large smirk planted on his face.

"I won." He announced, removing himself from the wall and walked to where she was standing, wrapping his arms around her waist in friendly gesture. "For once tonight."

"Well," Buffy pouted, slapping his chest playfully; "you cheated. We do NOT cheat William."

"Says who?" He asked, raising one of his eyebrows at her, his arms still locked around her waist.

"Me." She chirped, her hair bouncing all over the place while the moon reflected off of it. She looked almost heavenly to him but he wouldn’t say that to her.

"Oh and you make all the rules now, eh?" He chuckled.

"Yes, I do." She chirped once more before looking over at his shoulder at the mansion, which sat quietly on their plot of land. It was dark and it didn’t look inviting to her at all, knowing who was inside the house. She wished she could stay out in the barn with William.

Angelus made him sleep there. No one asked why because they already knew Angelus didn’t like William to be around Buffy. At all. Buffy didn’t think that it was fair, letting William sleep out there in the hay where he had to constantly watch out for the bright sun that fell over the farm during the daytime. She hated it, but yet…didn’t say anything.

"You’d better get inside," he told her softly, "don’t want to get Poofter all upset, right?" He smirked at his own name for Angelus. He knew Buffy would appreciate it because whenever he called Angelus that around Dru she would get upset with him, REALLY upset.

Buffy nodded her head reluctantly as she removed herself from William’s grasp, "Right then," she whispered, placing a tender hand on his cheek, "see you tonight."

"Yeah," he replied in the same silent matter before taking her hand from his cheek and kissed her knuckles gently. "Goodnight…" He purred before letting her hand drop from his hand and ran inside the barn.

Buffy watched in silence as he ran back inside the fairly large barn, "yeah…goodnight."





To be Continued…

A/n: Thanks for all the reviews! Appreciate them along with the birthday wishes! Also....the dream sequence in this is in Italics.


1885



She didn’t know how she was back in the forest but somehow she was. This time though, it wasn’t all fun and games as it was with William. It was frightening and ominous. Whipping her head behind her as she continued to run, Buffy still could not see anybody following her but she could feel as if someone or something was watching her.

Eventually though she reached a large clearing that you could see the land for miles. The night was black and the moon had its usual glow that lit up the sky. A sudden fearing chill ran up her spine as she stood there in the clearing. Sniffing the air, she couldn’t smell the pumping of sweet blood -so whoever was following her was not human- but she could smell the hunger and the deep unbinding anger.

A smooth chuckle echoed through out the land, causing the blonde vampiress to jump in fright. She didn’t know why she felt so…startled. She wasn’t the type of vampire who was scared that easily.

"Never knew you scared so easily lover." Angelus soothed as he stepped out from the shadows of the nearby forest. Sending her a dangerous smile and an all-knowing look that was attractive to her he first time she saw him.

"First time for everything." Buffy glared at him. Angelus was now walking over towards where she was standing. He was looking at her with a predatory gaze. She hated it when he looked at her like that. As if she was some prize so be hunted down and won.

"No need to glare Buffy dear," He smirked at her, continuing to make his way towards her in a slow and graceful like manner. "I only came here to talk to you."

"Somehow I find that very unlikely." She told him sharply, taking another step backwards while he took another one forwards.

"You are always amusing my love." He chuckled once again. He cocked his head to the side as he ran his eyes up and down her form and then grinned, as if he knew something she didn’t. "You are full of him."

"What?" Buffy furrowed her eyebrows.

"It is disgusting. I mean…all I can see in you…is him…and your soul trying to reclaim your body." He snorted with disdain, his nose scrunching up in wrinkles. "You should be ashamed." He growled.

"I don’t understand you."

Angelus roared with anger as he stalked over towards the vampiress and grabbed her firmly by the shoulders. Buffy let out a whimper as he gripped tightly on her small shoulders; it felt as if her bones were breaking under the restrain of his hands.

"Don’t act all innocent Elizabeth, you cannot play with me." He hissed between his teeth, "I see the fledgling wrapped all around you. He is taking over you. Taking you away from me."

Buffy jerked her body away from his grip and let out her own noise of utter disgust and disbelief. "I was never yours to begin with. You had Darla, and now you have Dru. There was never enough room for me. At least he has enough room for me."

Angelus let his demon slip forward as he stalked up to her once again and grabbed her bruised shoulders once more. "I TOLD YOU NOT TO GROW ATTATCHED ELIZABETH. How dare you defy me woman!"

Buffy let out another small whimper as she flung Angelus away from her and into a nearby tree, knocking him unconscious. Small tears fell from Buffy’s hazel eyes as she stood watching her sire’s prone form lay lifeless on the ground. His dark eyes tightly shut, his strong bold shoulders slumped forward with his chin resting again his pale chest. A fragment of a smile appeared on her lips as she watched him.

A sudden snapping of twig then brought her out of her intense gaze of Angelus. Bringing her demon forward, Buffy whipped her body around to see William standing behind her. When she saw him, Buffy’s demon quickly faded away.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly, as he stood in his place, watching her with concern. "Did he hurt you?"

Buffy sighed softly as she ran towards him and threw herself into his body, locking her arms around the nape of his neck, resting her head on his shoulder. He did nothing else but hold her tightly, his arms wrapped around her thin waist.

"It is okay pet," He purred into ear softly, so only she would hear, "he will no longer look for us anymore. It is just us. No more running, we can rest now."

Buffy furrowed her eyebrows together as she removed her head away from his shoulder and looked him curiously in the eye. "What?" She whispered with puzzlement.

William smiled as he cupped her cheek with the palm of his hand. "Beautiful." He whispered to her softly before he kissed her tenderly. As soon as their lips met, the blonde vampiress quickly reacted and eagerly returned the favor with as much energy as she could. She almost gasped when she felt him pull her closer to his body.

Suddenly, a soft singing and humming filtered into the vampiress' ear, causing her to pull reluctantly away from William, "did you hear that?" She whispered to him, her hands clinging onto his flesh. She looked up at him through her eyelids, only a small smile planted on his lips.

"No, luv, I didn’t." He cooed, running his knuckles down her cheek lovingly, cocking his head to the side with that smile on his face. "You hearing things?"

"Maybe." She chirped slightly, kissing the tip of his nose, and then his cheek. "Probably going crazy." She giggled, planting a tender kiss on his lips.

"That’s okay, I like crazy Buffy. She is very amusing." He smirked before kissing her deeply, wrapping his arms around waist with passion. She almost moaned with pleasure as she reciprocated the amount of passion that he showed her. But it all soon stopped when he was ripped away from her with a loud gasp. Buffy’s hazel flew open to see William with a shocked look on his face. He brought his deep blue eyes to hers and then back down to his chest where there was large piece of wood sticking out of it.

"Noooooo!" Buffy shrieked at the top of her lungs as she ran towards him but by the time she got to him, he had crumpled into dust, leaving nothing behind but ash. Bringing her eyes away from William’s ashes, she saw Dru looking at her with amusement and had a large stake in her hands.

"He was a naughty, naughty boy! He tasted bad. He never wanted to taste me." She hissed, glaring Buffy, her dark eyes flashing a tad of yellow. "You made my boy turn away from me. You witch! He never wanted me."

Buffy could not say anything but just look at the crazed vampire with sadness and ultimate rage. She had killed HIM! Buffy could feel tears rise to the brim of her eyes.

Drusilla cackled like an ecstatic child, "You going to cry Sister?" Dru laughed even more as she began to turn around and around in circles. "This is a funny joke. Funny, funny, funny…hehehe. I do not weep for him." She shook her head, glancing down at William’s ashes and then looked back up at Buffy. "This was all your fault!"

"No!" Buffy gasped as she sat up in bed, cold sweat pouring down her body. It had seemed so real…everything. When Angelus had grabbed her…when…William…touched her and…kissed her.

"Oh God William." She gasped with worry as she threw the covers off of her body and threw on a light white dress as she made her way to the front door. The sun was setting so if she ran really quickly she wouldn’t burn. Taking in a deep breath, she threw the door open and bolted towards the barn, bolting the large doors behind her. It didn’t hurt at all…in fact she hadn’t even felt her skin burning. Buffy looked down at her arms and hands and found that her skin hadn’t burned at all…wow…she ran pretty fast then.

Tearing her eyes away from her arms Buffy made her way towards the stairs inside the barn. She had only been in here once and that was when they had first came to the farm. She never had the chance before hand, she either was in the house during the day and at night she was in the city hunting…or running through the fields with William, training with him. Never got the chance to actually go inside the barn.

Walking up the stairs, she had finally come to this large loft that had hundreds of small candles strewn through out the room. There was a fairly large bed placed against one of the far walls with a small bookcase beside it, filled with several books. There were also a few couches and one chair, which he was sitting in. His back facing her. He seemed to be so engrossed with the book that he was reading to notice that she was standing behind him.

Smirking to herself, Buffy slowly crept towards the chair. Making sure that her bare feet wouldn’t make any noise against the worn floorboards. She was about to pounce on him when suddenly she was being pushed up against a nearby wall.

"Nice try luv," Spike smirked at her, holding her against the wall, his body pressed right up against hers. "I could hear you coming a mile away."

"Sorry…" She smiled slightly, "trying to be sneaky. Sun was up and I kind of had to run."

"You went out into the sun for little ol’ me?" He whispered concerned, cocking his head the side, observing her, "why?"

"Had a nightmare…Dru…she staked you. It felt so real William." She whimpered slightly, remembering the expression on his face in her dream when his sire had staked him. "I just had to see if you were alright." She sniffled, feeling the tears that she had been holding in her dream fall down her cheeks.

"Hey…it’s okay…I’m okay." He whispered kindly, loosening the grip on her wrists and cupped her face in his hands, rubbing her cheeks with his thumbs. "No need to worry my Elizabeth." He soothed, stroking the sides of her face with love and then planted a tender kiss on her forehead. "My sweet Elizabeth."

Buffy let out a heavy sigh as she ran her hand through his hair delicately before depositing a chaste kiss on his lips. A small smile came upon her own lips when she felt his hands travel away from her face and towards her waist wrapping his arms around her tightly.

After awhile their lips finally pulled away from one another by just a small millimeter, "My sweet William." She cooed before kissing him once again.




To be continued…

1885



Angelus smirked to himself as he slipped quietly into Darla’s room. He had risen only minutes before and had felt this sudden urge and desire to see his sire. Of course she might reject his presence, after all, they had been quarreling over the past few months. It was always about he and Dru or he and Buffy. She could be quite the jealous one when it came to his children and him. He loved the jealous look that they all got in their eyes. He would love to bathe in it if he could.

Many might say he is selfish, well…if you did…he would rip your throat out. No one would tell him what he was or wasn’t. Angelus knew that he was the leader…the alpha male of the pack and then there were his females who would cater to his every whim, whether they liked it or not. And then there was William, who no matter how much he tried, would never be the alpha male.

Angelus let out a frustrated sigh as he quietly shut the door behind him. There was she was…sitting all prim in proper in a nearby rocking chair, casually reading to herself by the fireplace in her room. She was beautiful…breathtaking…and she was his.

"Your very presence irritates me, Angelus." She hissed rudely, turning a page in her book, not once looking up at her childe, but remained on the page in front of her. The bright flames from the fire bouncing off of her face, its heat warming the room.

"Darla, you do not mean that lover…" Angelus smirked as he slowly made his way towards her chair, his dark, chocolate eyes scanning over her body and posture.

"Shows how well you know me, my childe." She snapped once again, not once looking up from the page that she was reading. "Now…I will say once again…please leave, your very presence irritates me."

Angelus chuckled slightly as he came up behind her and delicately touched her thin shoulders, "Now Darla…you know I can’t do that…" He whispered quietly before he began to massage her shoulders and then brought his lips towards the brim of her ear. "You know what I came here for…you know what I want. It is night now, the sun has settled…it shall be a while before we go hunting…let’s make use of that time…" He purred huskily into her ear, massaging her shoulders deeply.

Darla growled as she pulled roughly from his grasp, "I am not a whore, childe." She cursed at him, going back to reading her book. "You will not make me your whore Angelus, that is what Drusilla is for. She comes to your every beck and call…go call her to your bed…I am sure she will be more than happy to oblige."

Angelus chuckled as his lips still remained beside the brim of her ear, "I would…but you see…I can’t…Dru is a bit indisposed at the moment from last night. You understand."

"What about Buffy? You’ve been deliberately been ignoring her for the longest time."

Angelus made a displeased noise as he finally pulled his lips away from Darla’s ear and began to pace behind her. "Buffy will not touch me. Not even look at me." The brunette vampire hissed as he continued to pace frantically, "I try to separate her and the boy but I can still smell him on her. He’s going to take her away from me and she will follow him willingly." He ranted; placing his hands behind his back, bowing his head low, forgetting that Darla was sitting there. "I had a dream…more like a nightmare. They were together…he was holding her and touching her and kissing her." He growled with complete rage and anger, seeing the dream replay over and over in his mind. "I wish I could finish him off but Dru will not let me."

Darla rolled her eyes as the younger vampire had finished his speech but still continued to pace back and forth. "At least he shows her attention and affection. She still holds her human heart within her and so does he…"

"AND THAT’S WHAT DISTURBS ME!" Angelus roared, interrupting his sire’s sentence, "she is turning soft and human. It is all his fault…he is making her this way!"

Darla let out a frustrated and yet unneeded breath as she turned away from her childe and back towards the book that she was reading, "believe what you want to believe Angelus but leave me be, you are irritating me once again."

"Fine!" Angelus snarled, turning on his heels and stalked out of her room, slamming her door behind her and made his way towards Buffy’s room, which was directly across the wide hallway. Throwing the door open, the room revealed to be completely empty. A blazing fire still sitting in her fireplace, the silk red bed sheets thrown off the bed entirely. A ripple of anger spread through out the older vampire’s body. Then suddenly, a young fledgling popped into his mind

"William." The brunette hissed as he then stalked out of his childe’s room and made his way towards the barn.




~*~




Buffy knew that if she were human, she would have been in a deep need of breath about now. She and William had been kissing up against the wall for the longest time now, not once breaking away from each other. They were right up against one another; no space left between them. The blonde vampiress felt like air…she felt like she could almost be floating.

Buffy let out a small gasp of air as William finally pulled away from her lips and buried his face into the crook of her neck, kissing it lightly while he took in her scent. Her unique scent.

He wished that he could take her into his bed but William feared that she wouldn’t want him to. After all she and Angelus…they were…William was just afraid of her rejection. Cecily’s rejection of him still hung over the young vampire’s head and that was long ago. And her words…"beneath me"…they still hurt and he didn’t want to hear those words come from Buffy’s mouth. It would hurt him too much.

William was then pulled away from his thoughts when he heard slight whimpering sounds come from her sweet mouth. A look of concern washed over the young vampire’s features, as he looked her in the eyes. They were closed shut while her mouth was slightly parted letting out soft breaths. A slight smile caught his mouth as he thought that like he, she still had the habit of breathing. It warmed him in a strange way.

She let out another small whimper again and that caused William to become even more concerned about her. Tentatively he brought his hand towards her face, rubbing it gently; "did I hurt you?" He asked quietly. "I didn’t mean to…sorry…"

Buffy’s hazel eyes fluttered open as she heard his tender voice flow through her ears, "what?" She whispered some what dumbfounded and dazed.

"Are you okay? You sounded hurt…" He said once again as the concerned look still set upon on his face. His blue eyes darkening. "Was I hurting you?"

Buffy smirked as she pressed a light kiss on his lips, "no, I was not hurting. I was just really enjoying…" Her grin widening at him as she wrapped her arms tightly around the nape of his neck and placed a lingering kiss on his lips, "our moment."

"Oh," He replied somewhat shyly, turning his eyes away from her. If he were still human he would’ve been blushing. "Didn’t know."

"Well…now you know." She smiled once again, leaning in to kiss him once again but the loud sound of the barn door closing caused both to jump. Suddenly, a tad jolt of pain emptied like a heavy weight into Buffy’s gut causing her to wince. "Angelus…" she whispered in a worried tone, looking up into William’s eyes.




~*~




Angelus growled as he bolted the door behind him. If he found those two together, he would rip the boy’s insides out and set them aflame. No one would take one his children away from him. And he would see to that. Scanning the room, Angelus saw that they were no where to be found. It was then that the bright candlelight from above caught his eye.

"Well…what have we here?" He chuckled deeply as he slowly made his way towards the stairs, walking up them quietly as he could towards the loft area. He then heard both his childe and the boy giggling lightly.

Without a second though, Angelus bounded rapidly up that stairs and let his demon surge forwards, "You WILL NOT TOUCH HER BOY!" Angelus growled with rage as he reached the final step. A look of shock then took over his face when he saw that the both of them were sitting down peacefully on a couch…reading. Sniffing the air, he could smell…arousal…or something like it but what ever it was it was dying away fast. Something had been going on…

"Poofter…" William muttered underneath his breath as he shook his head and turned his eyes away from his Grandsire and towards the book that was in his hands. Feeling a bit relieved that he and Buffy had stopped their rendezvous earlier before Angelus had caught them.

Angelus snapped his head towards the younger vampire and shot daggers at him through his eyes, "what did you say boy?" He cursed, stalking over towards William who immediately stood up at his presence.

Before William could shoot back at him, Buffy placed a tiny hand on her sire’s chest and pushed him softly away from William. "Angelus leave him be." Buffy said firmly as she led the brunette vampire away from William who was looking confused and somewhat disappointed.

"He’s disrespectful," Angelus snarled, still looking over in William’s direction while Buffy held him back. "I am not going to take it from him." Angelus then snapped his eyes at Buffy’s and gave her a harsh look. "He means to take you away from me. I can see it in his eyes…I WILL NOT TAKE IT BUFFY!"

Buffy narrowed her eyebrows as she stared at him; "you do not own me Angelus. No one does."

Angelus tightened his jaw as her sharp words struck him; "do you and Darla both enjoy turning away from me. Does it bring you both joy? Does it make you both laugh? Because I feel like ripping my own hair out at both of your attitudes towards me!" Angelus brought his gaze away from Buffy and towards William who was wearing a proud smirk on his face. "Wipe that grin off your face Spike." Angelus ordered roughly.

"Sorry Peaches…not going to." He replied while the smirk still set firmly on his face and it was going to take a lot of determination on Angelus’s part to wipe it off of his face.

"Why you-!" Angelus snarled as he began to stalk over towards the boy but Buffy placed her hand on his chest once again, this time more firmly, pushing him towards the stairs.

"Angelus…leave him be…we must prepare for the hunt later on tonight." She whispered to him, guiding him towards the stairs, but before she could make her way down the stairs Buffy turned to look at William and shot him a longing and disappointed look.

As soon as they were out of sight, William collapsed back into the plush couch and let out a deep relieved breath. "That was close…"


To be continued…

1885


Buffy let out a heavy sigh while she sat on the edge of her four poster bed. Looking down at the sheets, she ran her pale petite hands down the silk red cloth. It was soft and smelt of beautiful wild flowers. The fire in her room was crackling while the light from its flames danced along the wooden walls of the room and off of the pale complexion of her face. She pulled the emerald shawl that was hanging off of her upper body tightly around her shoulders.

Angelus was right across the hall…waiting for her to come out of her room. They were all going out hunting tonight…it was different tonight though. They were going to a party…an upper class one no doubt…where they would feed on the rich. Angelus loved feeding off the wealthy…it gave him pleasure and made him feel even more above everyone else. She was now asked to dress proper tonigh and wear the best gown in her closet.

Buffy didn’t want to go though, she would rather tonight be like any other normal night where the five of them would stroll through the streets, feeding off commoners. It was Angelus’ decision though, wherever he wanted to go they would go.

Letting out another sigh as she removed herself from the comfort of her soft bed and towards the large walk-in closet. Throwing the doors open, her eyes scanned over the assortment of gowns that adorned the space.

"I think you should wear the blue one…" A low voice purred seductively in her ear, his mouth at the brim of her ear. His cool breath cascading down her neck. "You look ravishing in it." He whispered once again into her ear, running his rough hands down the sides of her body.

Buffy huffed as she stepped away from his grasp, her hazel eyes glued towards the space in front of her. " I do not wish to go tonight."

Angelus chuckled as he reproached her with a predatory look in his dark eyes. "Hmm…would you like to tell me why my love?"

Buffy snapped her body around to face her sire with a flicker of anger in her features, "I am not your love. Never was…never will be." She hissed at him with venom. "And I do not wish to go because I don’t get satisfaction from feeding off off the rich…that is your sick fascination."

Angelus growled as he took Buffy by the shoulders, bringing their faces only inches apart. "Do you wish to make trouble with me childe!" He cursed in her face, his white fingers digging into her skin. "I am already angry with you from venturing out into the barn with the boy and now you refuse my orders once again! I think you want to upset me…don’t you?" He roared pushing her roughly away from himself. "You are going tonight and that is that!"

And with that he spun on his heels and tramped out of the room with much rage and pent up frustration. Buffy whimpered slightly as she touched her shoulder lightly. Another bruise was sure to form there above many other bruises that Angelus had dealt her. Shaking off her pain, Buffy turned back towards the closet and began sort through the gowns.


~*~


William placed his hands delicately behind his back as he followed the other four vampires through the streets of Yorkshire. Casting his eyes towards the group in front of him, William saw Angelus drape his arm heavily over Buffy’s shoulder. The younger vampire watched as the muscles in her body tensed at the feel of her sire’s touch. The blonde vampire also flinched himself when he saw her tense up. He wished he were strong enough to take his grandsire…to rip him apart for ever touching Buffy…for ever hurting her. But of course he wasn’t…it would take him many years of practice to match up Angelus. So if he tried to take him on now William knew that he would fail.

She looked beautiful though. Practically glowing in the gown that she was wearing. It was beautiful with a deep shade of red. The color of roses and blood. Beautiful white lace adoring the cuffs of her sleeves and around her bosom. He could watch her in that dress for the longest time if he was able to.

The sound of Dru’s cackling brought William's attention away from Buffy and towards his sire who now was skipping over in his direction.

"Hello my baby boy." She cooed taking his face in her hands and placed a soft kiss on his lips then looked over towards the large mansion that they were standing in front of. "The party is here my ocean. People are dancing and whispering secrets to one another like small school children." She purred taking his hand and placed it on her stomach, moving it around in small circles. "I like children…taste good."

"I am sure they do pet." He said a sad smile on his lips.

Dru giggled with delight as she threw her arms around her childe’s neck and whispered into his ear in small voice, sounding like a small silver bell, "will you dance with me my sweet William? Mummy wants you too."

William slightly pulled away from his sire as he looked her in the eyes and reluctantly nodded his head. "Eventually."

Dru grinned, running her finger delicately down the side of his face. "My Spike knows how to treat a lady." She chirped before running to join Angelus, Darla and Buffy who were waiting for him at the large wooden oak door. Angelus shook his head at the dark vampiress before he turned towards the door and knocked on it repeatedly.

William sighed to himself as he made his way over towards his companions who were now greeted by a small, frail older man who was looking into Angelus’s eyes as if he were entranced and tehn suddenly stepped aside to let the five of them inside.

"Come in…" He coughed frailly, beckoning them inside. "The party is in the ballroom. I will show you there…" He coughed once again as took Angelus’s coat and placed it in a nearby closet. "Come now." He said hoarsely once more as he led them through the house towards a large room where hundreds of warm mortals were congregated.

Angelus licked his lips as he watched several humans engage in a melodious dance on the ball room floor. "We are lucky tonight." He whispered to himself as his eyes continued to scan over the swarms of people.

"Oh Daddy, how the mortals’ blood sings to me a sweet song." Dru purred as she stood beside her sire, sneaking her arm around his waist, "it wants me to dance to its sweet song." She sighed as she looked up at Angelus and grinned. "Can we dance to it Angelus?"

Angelus chuckled deeply as he grasped Dru’s hand in his, "we shall Drusilla…" He said before leading her out towards the ballroom floor, joining the dancers in their spectacle.

Darla crossed her arms over her chest as she watched them; "he is pathetic." She hissed, standing in between William and Buffy. She then moved her gaze away from her childe and towards her two grandchildren, "don’t get into too much trouble." She said before entering a crowd of partygoers.

As soon as Darla was out of sight, Buffy eagerly grasped William’s hand in hers. He gently smiled as he squeezed at her hand with affection, rubbing his thumb along the back of her hand.

Buffy cautiously turned her head towards his direction; "do you think they’ll notice if we stepped outside for a spell?" She asked quietly, letting the stroking of his thumb against her hand warm her cold body.

William let a broad smile cover his lips. "I hope not." He chuckled as they both made their way through the crowds.


~*~


Buffy giggled as she and William sat in the sweet grass of the mansion’s courtyard. "Did you see his expression when he saw us together in the loft?" She continued to giggle, leaning up against the large oak tree that they were resting comfortably under, William across from her, fiddling with some wild daises in his lap.

"Yes I did…he was close to catching us." William murmured, continuing to mess with the small flowers, "too close, in fact."

Buffy let out an unneeded breath as she watched him mess with the flowers. To her, he looked so handsome tonight in his hazelnut colored suit, for the way it complimented the dark blonde color of his hair and bright blue eyes.

"Everything is fine though…" She whispered as she watched his hands, "we are both fine and he didn’t find out."

"True…" He sighed as finally looked up at her and smiled with happiness. "Maybe one of these days I could beat his bloody arse."

Buffy also had to laugh, "probably, with more practice…"

William nodded his head as he continued to mess with the flowers and then grinned triumphantly, "finished!" He chirped as he looked back up at Buffy, his grin widening.

"What’s finished?" She asked curiously, furrowing her eyebrows at him.

"This." He told her as he picked up the assortment of flowers, which were now intricately woven together to make an innocent crown. "For you." He said as he placed it on top of her head, eyeing it wonderfully.

"Thank you." She whispered, leaning over to plant a tender kiss on his lips. "What the gentleman you are." She said before kissing him once again, this time a bit longer and a bit more passionate.

William was over come with complete affection for the vampiress as she sat across from him. Gently, his hand touched her cheek. "You are beautiful." He told her lovingly before moving over closer to her, sitting down beside her under the oak tree.

"And you are too sweet to me…" She said climbing into his lap, resting her head on his shoulder while his arms were wrapped around her waist, bringing her closer to him.

"It’s true though Buffy…" He soothed into her ear, running one of his hands down the length of her arm. "You are…" he whispered, kissing her on the temple, "beautiful and remarkable. The most wonderful woman I have ever met."

Buffy let out a heavy sigh as she looked into his eyes and cupped his cheek with thoughtfulness, "but I am not a woman…I am a…monster…a demon." She whimpered slightly, her eyes still locked on his.

"Don’t ever say that… " He said firmly, "you’re not a monster. Vampires like Drusilla and Angelus are monsters…not you." He finished thoughtfully, running his hand down the side of her face affectionately. "Don’t think that pet."

Without another word Buffy launched her lips upon his in a passionate dance. Startled William fell towards the ground but didn’t mind as his embrace on Buffy tightened, making sure that there was no space in between them at all. The younger vampire let out a stifled moan when he felt Buffy’s hands run through his hair, slightly tugging at the blonde curls. Eagerly he ran his hands down her back, massaging the skin underneath the fabric. Buffy could feel adrenaline pump through her small body as he began to nibble slightly on her bottom lip while he kissed her.

Eventually, the pair broke away from each other…barely…their mouths only several millimeters away from one another. A slight grin came upon the vampiress' face as she ran her hand down the side of his cool face. "Like I said…you are too sweet to me."

"And you’re too good to me too." He smirked, brushing his lips delicately against hers. And just the gentle brush of William’s lips quickly caught up the two vampires into another passionate embrace. This time it was more tender than before but had that animalistic undertone. Thankfully though, they had managed to be sitting up this time and leaning up against the trunk of the tree, Buffy straddling William’s lap. The blonde vampiress let out a whimper when he slid his hands up her and down her thighs.

Buffy took in a sharp breath as she pulled away from her companion; "Oh God…" She panted, feeling wrapped in warmth.

William’s face softened as he was now panting heavily himself, "I am sorry…I shouldn’t. We should go, before someone sees us." He breathed as he began to stand up but Buffy shoved him back down on the ground.

"No." She said firmly, placing his face in her hands, "no worrying." She gasped before plunging her mouth on to his once again.


To be continued…

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update! Forgive me? Also, didn't really go over this chapter for grammer/spelling and so on...again, sorry.

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William’s mind was racing as leaned up against the trunk of the oak tree, the rough bark scraping into his back. Thousands of thoughts were running through his head that it was hard enough to concentrate on a specific one.

Blue eyes flew open though when he felt her lips come in contact with his once again after spending so much attention on his neck and collarbone. He sucked in a sharp breath when he felt her teeth on his bottom lip, nibbling gently. She was still straddling his lap, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him closer to her.

Suddenly though, she stopped, and pulled away from his body slightly, looking at him with confusion, "are you okay?" She asked him gently, reaching her hand out to touch his face, her finger running smoothly over the contours of his face.

"Why would you say that?" He asked, his eyelids fluttering open and close. A pleasured expression covering his face.

Buffy couldn’t help but smile at the look on his face. "No reason." She replied, leaning forwards to kiss him tenderly once again.

She should be thinking that she is crazy…out here in a stranger’s courtyard, kissing William endlessly. What if Angelus saw them? Or Dru for that matter? Buffy wasn’t worried about Darla because Darla didn’t matter, Buffy already assumed that Darla had figured she and William out and just didn’t care. The blonde vampiress wondered if Darla was so unhappy here, why didn’t she just go back to the Master? Obviously that is where she belonged, not here while Angelus drove her mad with his obsessive attention towards Dru.

She was soon brought out of her thoughts when she felt William remove the pins in her hair, letting it fall loosely over her shoulders. His hands ran delicately over her curly blonde locks, his fingers intertwining themselves with her hair easily. Slowly, Buffy felt the crown he made for her be removed from her head, his hands removing contact from her golden tresses. Displease from the loss of contact, a small whimper escaped from her throat.

"Sorry my love," he purred deeply into her ear, "didn’t want to ruin it. After all I made it." He smirked, kissing her tenderly on her throat of where her pulse would be beating erratically if she were human.

The blonde vampiress let out another small whimper as his teeth grazed across the skin of her jugular. "M…kay…" She murmured as a slight gasp sprung from her mouth. "S’okay." Her hazel eyes fluttered as she basked in the attention that she was receiving from him.

"You are so beautiful…" He breathed heavily against her neck, "so soft…" He whispered once again, pushing the sleeve of her gown slightly down her shoulder, so that he could get better access as he continued to trail peppered kissed down her neck and collarbone.

Buffy’s eyes flickered open so that she could look at him. A small smile of gratification passed over her lips as she watched him. His eyes were lightly shut, while the darkness of the night filtered over his head, silhouetting half of his face while the other side shown from the lights coming from inside the mansion. Delicately, Buffy’s hand reached out towards his hair and began to run it lovingly through his tousled curls.

He was gentle with her…well more than Angelus had ever been with her. He wasn’t dominating her like Angelus always tried to do…it was always a fight when they did it…he was always trying to dominate her while she tried to do the same. It was stressing.

Buffy felt a wonderful warmth and peace flow over her body as she sat on his lap while his lips ran delicately along her white skin. Did he know what he was doing to her? Did he know how he was making her melt from inside out?

"Do you know what you are doing to me?" She managed to say out loud while he carried on kissing up and down her collarbone and neck.

"No…" He breathed in the brim of her ear, running his hands up and down the back, finally resting on her shoulder blades. "Would you like to tell me…"

"You make me warm…" She told him, her voice shaky as she took his head in her hands and directed its attention away from her neck to look her in the face so that he would listen. "At peace. I feel like am melting all over. No one has ever made me feel this way." She confessed, now finding her voice.

"I know luv," He smiled at her, his cool hand capturing her cheek, "you make me feel the same way…" Buffy couldn’t help but smile back at him as she smashed her lips up against his once again, kissing him deeply. Eventually though he pulled away from her and looked deeply into her hazel eyes, "are you sure we should do this here?"

"Why?" She slightly sniffed, her bottom lip jutting out at him.

"S’not because of Angelus…I mean…the other partygoers here…might get a little uneasy and flabbergasted if they see us…" He said shyly, almost felt like blushing, if he were human that was. "You understand…right?"

Buffy grinned at him, running her hands once more through his curly hair, "like I said before my dear William…don’t worry." She whispered, planting a deep kiss on his lips, "no one will see us…and if someone is coming our way, I will hear them."

"I suppose so… " He said, slyly looking at her through his eyelids.

"Now…where were we my William?" She asked him cunningly before roughly grabbing his shoulders and forced him done towards the ground, seizing his wrists and pinning him there.

William’s widened like saucers, darting between Buffy and her hands, which were gripping tightly onto his wrists but not hurting him at all. "I guess right about here…I suppose." He then grinned at her before she plunged her lips onto his once again, trying to devour him in one mind-blowing kiss. Buffy let out a loud purr as she removed her hands away from his wrists towards the front of his jacket and quickly removed it from his body.

The pair was interrupted though when a piercing scream irrupted throughout the air, causing them to suddenly jerk away from each other. It was coming from inside the mansion. Immediately the pair picked themselves up off the ground, completing putting what they were doing just seconds before out of their minds.

"Something must have went wrong with Angelus…" William assumed as he slipped back into his jacket while Buffy walked back over to the tree to retrieve her crown and the pins that had been in her hair.

"Yes, I suppose so…" she whispered slightly, walking back over in his direction, "we had better head back in so no one will suspect…plus we will probably have to start running back towards the farm before a mob starts." She said as she placed the pins in his hands and turned her back to him. "Will you put my hair back up…please?" She asked him, slightly glancing over her shoulder at him.

"Of course," He said as he ran his hands down her hair gently, bringing out a slight shudder from Buffy. A smile appeared on William when he saw the way his touch effected her. Shaking his head he carefully pinned her hair back up the way it was before. "All done."

Buffy grinned at him as she turned around to face him, "thank you." She whispered, cupping his cheek softly before planting a chaste kiss on his lips. "I am displeased that we never…got to…"

The blonde vampire nodded his head slowly, looking her deeply in the eyes, "yes…me too."

"You could…later on…if we get back to the farm tonight…you could sneak into my room and…" She suggested, a cunning grin springing onto her lips before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. As soon as her lips had met his, William eagerly responded by grabbing her waist and pulled her right up against his, a stifled moan escaping Buffy’s mouth. "You know…" She panted, "we keep this up and…"

"Yeah…I know…" He purred, leaning forward so that their lips were just centimeters away from one another. "But you are so alluring…you captivate me, Ms. Elizabeth. I cannot help but be drawn to your charms." He rumbled contently, nipping gently at her bottom lip.

"Mmm…" Buffy grinned pleasantly, letting his whole presence take the whole of her. "I think you are the one who is alluring, my William."

William placed a tender kiss on Buffy’s forehead before he took her hand in his, "I think you are right, luv. We had better go before we start up again." He couldn’t but smirk deviously at her as they made their way back up towards the mansion where the screaming continued to sound out as Angelus, Darla and Dru wreaked havoc throughout the mansion.



~*~



Buffy sighed with relief as she began to run the brush through her golden locks while she sat delicately on her four poster bed. As soon as she and William had entered the mansion. The ballroom had been a handful of chaos. People were screaming with tragedy and utter suffering. The men of the party tried to be brave and face off against the gang of vampires but had no luck because as soon as they got close enough, their throats were ripped out. All the women did was cry till their hearts content…or something to that effect. Some of them would try to run away but were easily caught with hardly any effort.

When she and William had entered the room, all they had done was stare. Neither of them had seen a massacre such as that. Even after her many years with Angelus and his gang, Buffy had never seen anything like that. The walls were covered with innocent blood; it’s tangy smell diffusing throughout the room. It was too intoxicating for them to not ignore.

So they drank, reluctantly though. Neither William nor Buffy tortured their victims like the rest of their comrades. For their casualties, it was always quick and less painless…well, in a way. They both had drank their fill though. Enough to be satisfied.

No one had suspected them though, not even Angelus. He had to been involved with the carnage to care about the two new lovers…well soon to be. This made Buffy happy…she didn’t want to hide…but for both her and William’s sake, they couldn’t let Angelus or Dru find out. He would stake them both if he found out.

Now she was sitting on her bed…waiting for William. He had promised that as soon as everyone was asleep he would sneak away from the barn and into her room. Angelus and Dru were now busy in his room doing…well one could only guess what they were doing. And Darla, she was probably reading but if she heard anything from the blonde pair, she would just assume it would be Angelus and Dru.

Letting out another sigh, Buffy removed her self from bed and made her way over to her dresser, placing her brush down on the top of it.

"Where are you William?" She whispered silently to herself as she ran her hands down the front of her silk nightgown. It was one of her favorites. It was delicate and light, complimenting her small figure. The sleeves of the gown came off her shoulders while the rear of the nightgown had ties woven intricately down her back, showing off her snowy skin. Smiling she took the crown that William had made earlier tonight and placed it on her head.

Suddenly, a slight tapping on Buffy’s window startled her. Whipping her body around, she was William standing on her balcony with a pleading look in his eyes for her to let him inside. Grinning with satisfaction, Buffy went to the balcony and let her lover inside.

"Hello love." He purred before wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her up against her body. "Did you miss me?"

Buffy chuckled, snaking her hand around his neck and pulled him into a deep, longing kiss. She then let out a shriek of surprise when she felt William lift her up into his arms while he continued to devour her mouth and walk her over towards the bed. Reluctantly they broke apart from one another as William set her down on the bed.

Before he could kiss her once again, he leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "you think we can be quiet?" He asked her playfully, running his hand softly down the length of her arm.

Buffy smirked, leaning forward and planting a passionate kiss on his lips. Then flipped them over so that she was on top, "Probably…"



To be continued…

A/n~ Posted the wrong chapter! Silly me! Sorry!

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She savored the warmth that was wrapped around her. She felt like she was in complete bliss and at peace. Taking in an unneeded breath she could almost feel afternoon’s breath rake over her small frame, covering her whole. Her eyelids felt heavy and wished she could fall back into a deep sleep.

She felt her lover’s arm pull her closer to him, his forearm hanging across her waist while his fingertips delicately played on bare hips. A small purr escaped rose from her throat when she felt those fingertips graze across her skin with grace. It seemed like an unconscious reaction to her closeness because ever since their first night together, before he had woken, he would pull her close to his body and just lay their stroking her skin. It was comforting to her, warming in a way.

A pleasured smile was brought to her lips when she thought of her lover. They had been together for 15 years now and had been friends for 20. She couldn’t ask for anything more. He was her equal, her confidant, her beloved and her friend.

For the last 15 years their gang of vampires had traveled everywhere…Belgium, France, Germany and Spain. God, how she missed Spain…it so was beautiful there. They had both missed Spain. They loved the people, the language, the culture and the music. It was passionate and everlasting. The vampire couple thought that it suited them. They had learned to dance their dances and did so with infatuation and eagerness. God how she missed Spain!

Angelus got bored with Spain though, he didn’t see the same beauty of it like she and her partner did, so they were forced to leave there and now they were here…in China. Angelus could feel that the new Slayer was here. He sought her out every night since the day that they had arrived. But he had yet to find her. He was thirsty for blood, Slayer’s blood. She could see it in his eyes. The hunger was raw and deadly. She hated looking into Angelus’s eyes…they frightened her. It did not frighten Dru though; she loved to bask in them…look into them for endless hours with a childlike obsession. She said they sparkled like the bright stars in the sky and she wanted to devour them. Whenever that would occur, Darla would roll her eyes and saunter off to another room. Over the last 15 years she had grown tired of Angelus…completely. They always argued about something…didn’t matter what but there was always something to argue about between them. Buffy could only see it as a short amount of time before her grandsire left them.

A slight shiver escaped the vampiress’s body when her lover’s hand began to travel up and down her satiny figure. He must still be asleep, she assumed while savoring in the way his soft touch effected her. It was loving and not demanding or space invading so she didn’t feel threatened.

Finally, bright hazel eyes opened and turned to the presence that was lying next to her. Entwining their legs together, Buffy stared up at him. He looked heavenly as he slept. His face seemed softer and younger. She was about to think that he was almost angelic looking but she knew from personal experience that he wasn’t all pure innocence as his face seem to let on.

A soft purr sprung from his mouth while he nuzzled the top of her head, which was conveniently tucked under his chin. "Mmm…Buffy…" He mumbled incoherently, well to the human ear, but Buffy could hear it loud and clear, which made a bright smile break out onto her face. "You are beautiful…" He mumbled once again, a relaxed smile setting upon his lips with ease. Taking in a deep breath through his nostrils so that he could engulf her scent. "Mine…forever to keep…"

The blonde vampiress beamed as she planted a virtuous kiss upon his lips, pulling away reluctantly before whispering into his ear, "you are mine too…Spike." She breathed into his ear canal.

For the longest time now she had some taken up to calling him Spike…she didn’t know when it happened but it did. He didn’t seem to mind though…he wasn’t the shy poet William anymore…he was a strong, confident vampire who adored her. Who would do anything for her if she asked. It was in moments of pure gentleness that she referred to him by his human name as he would refer to her true name in such moments.

"Come now…" She beckoned to him softly, her cool breath tracing along the brim of his hear. "Wake up now…" Spike let out a stifled groan as his eyelids fluttered open lazily and then eventually stared her in the eyes softly.

"There we go." She chirped quietly, running her hand through his dark blonde locks. "There are your eyes." She whispered, staring deeply into his eyes as they stared back at her. Remembering the first night she saw him and just how his eyes seemed to pull her in. They were so bright and breathtaking, every time she looked into them, she felt like she was staring into them for the very first time. Every time he blinked, the shades and colors of his blue orbs were changing constantly. She loved it.

"Hello…" He greeted kindly, trying to stretch his body but was stopped by Buffy’s thigh in between his own. "Decided to get all comfortable with me, eh?" He asked, one of his eyebrows raising up at her with amusement but incredible affection.

Buffy’s eyebrows knitted together, giving him a challenging look, "and if I did? What are you going to do about it?"

A sudden smirk appeared on the male vampire’s face as he heard her teasing challenge. "If I did do something about it, luv, I am afraid that you wouldn’t be able to walk for days and would like it too much." He chuckled, kissing her on the tip of her nose.

Buffy bit her lower lip as she began to contemplate his response, and then a bright and agreeing look passed over her features, "you’re right…I would…" She giggled slyly, looking up at him through her eyelids. A devious look caught her lips as she leaned forward towards his ear and smiled, "so go ahead and do it…like you said…I would like it." She purred into his ear, nibbling slightly on his earlobe with endearment.

A deep rumble erupted from his chest as he sneaked his hand around towards the back of her neck and placed her head down on top of his chest. "Would love too, pet. Trust me…I would but there is the factor of the Poofter and his sneaking suspicion of us."

Buffy let out a small whimper as her bottom lip stuck out slightly at him, "he has not asked about us for the longest time, my love." She sniffled and then buried her head in the crook of his neck and took a huge whiff of his scent. So sweet and appetizing. "It is several hours ‘till sundown…then we will be free to wander the streets with splendor…so we should enjoy the time we have…" She soothed against his skin, slightly nipping at his cool flesh and nuzzling the crook of his neck. Spike took in a sharp breath as her teeth grazed his jugular. He then took his hand and ran it through her long golden hair, bunching it his palms, intertwining his fingers with her soft tresses.



"Maybe…I could oblige this once." He joked; planting peppered kissed down her face and then towards her neck. He paused slightly though when he saw her scar. He had first noticed almost several days after their first endless session of passion. They were lying together in each other’s embrace when he saw the faint bite mark on her throat. He had asked her about it. She told him it was from Angelus, when she was just a fledgling. She was his lover then and let him mark her, as a sign that she was his.

Spike lightly ran the tip of his thumb over the subtle mark on her throat and sighed, Angelus’s territorial brand always left a painful feeling in his gut. She had not allowed him to mark her, yet, so that he could make her, his. She told him that she would let him eventually, when it was right for both of them. So Spike had waited patiently for 15 years and he had still not been allowed to do it.

"What’s wrong?" Buffy breathed with concern, looking up at him with worry. He had a blank stare on his face. Following his gaze, Buffy let a pang of guilt wash over her when she realized what he was staring at. "Oh, William…" she gasped painfully, cupping his cheek with her hand, running her thumb down his highly arched cheeks. "I am so sorry…"

"No it is okay…" he compelled, sending her a smile and the shook his head, taking his mind away from her scar. "I shouldn’t…"

"Shhh…" Buffy shushed him as she placed her finger over his lips, "I know what you want…and I-"

Buffy’s sentence was then cut off when Spike’s lips smashed up against hers in a passionate kiss. When he eventually pulled away though, he looked sincerely into her eyes, "don’t worry about it, I’ll be fine. I have you now, s’all that matters." He grinned at her, planting a deep kiss on her lips once again, wrapping his arms tighter around her waist and eased her on top of his frame. "Now…are you up for the challenge?" He taunted, wiggling his eyebrows slightly at her, which made her giggle.

"No…the question is, love." She rumbled as she grabbed his wrists and pinned him to the bed, letting the sheet that was wrapping them both, fall from the smooth curve of her back. "Are you?"

Spike’s eyes widened as he gazed up at his lover, oh God… "You are so beautiful…a goddess. I could have you forever." He whispered in a dazed matter, continuing to stare up at her with true and utter amazement.

"You are not so bad yourself…" she smirked at him, her hand hovering over his skin as she ran it down his chest, receiving a pleading look from him. He wanted her to touch him but she was teasing him. She knew he hated it…a whole bundle. "Divine even…" She purred, before leaning forward and kissed him deeply and intimately, then locked her arms around his neck, pulling herself even closer to him, molding their frames with one another.

They wanted it to never end…





To be continued…

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Her tired eyelids opened slowly as she felt consciousness take over her body and a misty haze glaze over her eyes. Stretching her body, Buffy could feel that her legs and arms had been worked to the best of their capabilities, and the tension that had been built up in her muscles only hours ago had finally melted away.

When the fog that had glazed over eyes had finally evaporated, the blonde vampiress let her gaze follow over towards the only window in her bedroom. Though it was heavily covered with midnight hued drapes, Buffy could almost see and definitely feel sunset’s glow cover the land. It was almost time for the moon to cover the sun. The time when she would have to say goodbye to this sweet dream she had been living for the past 15 years and head back into the reality she sometimes wished never existed but could tolerate because it was a part of her. The time when her sweet lover would slip away from her sheets and wrap himself in his own…sometimes with his sire. A slight feeling of jealously tingled throughout the blonde vampiress’s body…why did Dru think she had to have both Angelus and Spike?

Buffy’s eyes fluttered close slightly as she tried to push back the envy that coursed throughout her form. Spike said that he would always be Buffy’s…that he felt nothing for Dru and felt everything for her. That’s not what bothered the blonde but the fact was that Dru thought that everything was hers. Anything or anyone she touched belonged to her…it sickened Buffy and tensed her up.

The tightening of the muscles in her body filtered away though when she felt her beloved, bury his face in the crook of her neck, nuzzling the curve where her collarbone and her throat met. His arm snaked up around her waist as he spooned himself up against her. It brought a warm smile to her face.

With a sudden desperate need to walk around, Buffy gently and cautiously eased herself out of her lover’s comforting embrace and slowly made her way towards the other side of the room, towards one of the large various paintings that adorned the wooden walls of her bedroom. The room was fairly large, compared to the ones she had before. Buffy curled her toes, taking comfort in the way the texture of the Persian rug that lay under her feet fit between her dainty toes.

The blonde vampiress wrapped her arms around her body when she felt the cold draft of the mansion pass by her, a shudder escaping her body. Turning her head, she saw the way the sweet candlelight of her chamber play off her lover’s bare form, one of her silky creamed colored sheets covering the lower half of his body. She would’ve taken the sheet from him but Buffy didn’t want to wake him. He looked so wonderful resting there.

Shaking her head silently to herself, Buffy turned back around to the large oak chest that sat in front of her. Biting her bottom lip, she quietly opened the first drawer and her eyes brightened with excitement as she saw what she kept in there. A smile captured her lips as she took it out of the drawer and admired it with loving memories.

"I see you still have it." A soft voice purred into her ear and Buffy suddenly felt strong arms wrap themselves around her waist along with the sheet from her bed, then the slight contact of their bodies molding with one another.

"Thought you were asleep." She sighed, leaning her head back against his chest and placed her arms over the ones that were wrapped around her.

"Well…I was asleep…" he smirked as he leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on the back of her shoulder, "I tried to reach out for you but you weren’t there…so I woke up…thought something was wrong." He whispered with concern, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Nothing is wrong…wanted to walk around is all…" She told him reassuringly, turning her head so that she could plant a wholesome kiss on one of his highly etched cheekbones, "see…I am perfectly fine and content." She breathed against his neck, taking one of her hands and ran her hand up his cheek and through his tousled hair.

A pleased smile covered her mouth when she felt a delicate shudder flow down his lean frame. "Oh, do not start this now, luv…I have to head back into my own room here in a bit…don’t know if I can do that when you tempt me like this."

Buffy let a small chuckle rumble through her chest as she turned around to face him, locking her arms tightly around his neck. "No tempting occurring here…it is all you…" She smiled deviously at him, running her hands through the small hairs on the back of his neck. "I am just being me."

"Yes, I know…" He said, placing his hands on the small of her back, bringing them closer, "and that’s just it." He mumbled, nuzzling the side of face, planting delicate kisses on her pale cheeks before coming in contact with her lips, trying to consume her completely.





~*~





Darla grumbled with frustration as she sat all prim and proper in her rocking chair. In the room next to her, she could hear the actions that were going on between her childe and Drusilla. This is what it had been like for the last couple of months and Darla was having a hard time containing her temper. Angelus felt the need to rub in his relationship with Dru in her face all the time. He liked to see how angry it got her.

She didn’t know when her anger for him began. Probably after William was sired or maybe it was when Angelus made Buffy. Or it could have been somewhere in between there?

The older vampiress felt miserable and she felt alone. She hated it here…she despised it. Why did she choose to go with Angelus in the first place? She should’ve stayed with the Master. If she did, she wouldn’t be sitting here…trying to drone out the painful yet pleasured screams that came from both Drusilla and Angelus.

"I cannot listen to this any longer!" She grumbled, slamming the book that she was reading shut and stomped out of her room. "At least it will be quieter in the study." She said a loud to herself, making her way down the long corridor of their mansion, the screams of her childe and her grandchile fading away. "Peace at last…" she whispered to herself continuing to stroll down the hall when she came across Buffy’s room and stopped dead in her tracks when she heard the muffled noises of both the young vampiress and Spike.

Tentatively she took a step towards the door and almost burst out laughing as listened to the sounds of the pair, the occasional sighs or joyous moans that came from their mouths. Then came the soft whispers of comfort and affection.

The older vampiress shook her head, stepping away from the door with a smug and amused look passing over her features. So her suspicions over the past few years had been right. It explained a lot though…with the looks that they would send each other when they thought no one was looking. The way their eyes sparkled when she, Angelus and Darka would leave the room. Yes…it explained a lot.

Darla held her head high as continued to walk down the corridor, pondering the many ways Angelus would try to torture and kill Spike for touching Buffy that…intimately. It would be fun to watch and relish in. She would give everything she owned to see Angelus in utter pain and conflict. Of course, she was tempted to just bolt down that hallway and tell him how the vampire he loathes the most was with his own childe, holding one another in such a passionate embrace and that they were doing it right under his nose. But amazingly she wasn’t going to tell him. Why you may ask? Well of course it would be more painful for Angelus to find out for himself than for Darla to tell him. It would be divine though when it would finally happen. Too bad Darla probably wouldn’t be hanging around much longer to see it.

"Too bad…" she mumbled to herself, continuing down the hall.





~*~





"Do you have to leave?" Buffy pouted as she wrapped the bed sheet tighter around her body, watching as Spike was dressing himself. "Now?"

Spike finally turned his head around to look at her when he heard the pleading sound in her voice, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You know how much I wish to stay with you…but there if I don’t leave then I will be more than tempted to ravage you for the fourth time this afternoon. We don’t want Angelus walking in on us because we both know how badly that will end up." He told her, looking deeply into her eyes, running his hand down the length of her hair, causing a soft but happy sigh to come out of her mouth. "You understand?"

Buffy looked up at him and slowly nodded, placing a kiss on the hand that remained delicately on her hair, "seeing you…" She whispered quietly, a look of longing and sadness filling her eyes. Yes she would only see him in a couple of hours but when she would see him next they would have to pretend. They would have to pretend who they were to each other, what they meant to one another and how it had effected them. She hated to pretend…

"Seeing you…" he whispered back, planting a kiss on the top of her head. Before he left her alone, he sent her a charming smile, but just as he was about though, he felt her small hand on his elbow.

"Spike…" she said, tugging at his elbow so that he would turn around to face her. Before he knew it, she smashed her lips up against his in a heated kiss, "Bye…"





~*~





Drusilla giggled like a small child as she shut the heavy door to Spike’s room as quietly as she could. Turning around, a bright smile was brought to the raven-haired vampiress when she saw her ocean lying in his bed, sound asleep.

"My pretty little ocean," she cooed, swaying over to his bedside with a predatory undertone. "Your eyes sing to me, a pretty little song…"

Spike’s eyes fluttered open as he heard the soft tone of his sire. And almost let out a disappointed groan when he saw her, when he really wanted it to be Buffy. "Hello Dru…" He greeted her casually, running a hand through his blonde locks.

Drusilla furrowed her eyebrows together as she circled around the bed and climbed in next to him. "My puppy…mine…" She said firmly, laying her head down his chest, clutching at the sheets that covered his body. "Angelus will not touch my ocean…he thinks you’ve been a bad boy and wants to punish you." She sighed as she removed her head from his chest and looked him dead in the eyes; "mummy tells him that only she can only touch her puppy…no one else. She told him that if anyone touches her puppy she would drain their insides and make pretty fire with them. Would you like to see it?"

"Maybe…" he said reluctantly, turning on his back so that he was looking directly up at the ceiling and away from the hungry eyes of the vampiress that was lying next to him in his bed.

A long silence passed between the pair as they lay there. Dru gazed at him with utter affection, then looking at him closer she let a bright smile cover her mouth. "The Slayer’s blood will hum in your veins my sweet…it will make the prettiest song. My wicked Spike."

Spike’s eyebrows furrowed as he turned on his side to look over at his sire, who was lying on her back, giggling with madness. "What?"

"I am seeing it my pet," she hissed while continuing to laugh madly, "oh, it is so pretty. The pretty flames dance around you my ocean…there is blood…it tastes so sweet…"

Before Spike could utter another word though, Dru bounded out of the room and slammed the door behind her.

"Bloody hell…" Spike muttered as he fell back onto his bed and tried to go back to sleep.





To be continued…

1900

Spike crossed his legs with impatience as he lounged on one of the many couches through out the living area of their mansion. He, Darla, and Buffy were all waiting for both Angelus and Dry and had been for a while now.

"You think they would be done shagging yet?" He said out loud to himself as he leafed through the book that was sitting in his lap.

"Yes, you would think so…" a small sweet voice chimed in after him.

Spike snapped his head up to stare at the vampiress that was sitting across from him. He couldn’t help but just stare at her as she sat there, looking at him with such affection. Buffy was beautiful to him…since the first time he saw her. A smile was brought to his own lips as he remembered their times together over the years. Eventually a smile of her own began to play on her own lips as if she knew what he was thinking about.

"Will you both stop it! This is sickening!" Darla barked at the blonde couple, her eyes shooting daggers at them from across the room. "The making of moon eyes at one another is too human."

The blonde pair whirled their heads around to look at Darla, their eyes wide with horror and shock. Buffy’s bottom lip began to quiver slightly as she stared at her grandsire. "How did you-?"

"Angelus will kill you both if he finds out…" Darla warned them. She then turned her head towards Spike, looking him directly in the eyes. "He will take pride in watching you suffer as he tortures you." She hissed at him before letting out a nonchalant sigh, removing herself from where she was sitting and began to make her way towards the hall. She was suddenly stopped though when Buffy’s voice called out to her.

"Will you tell him?" Buffy asked her.

Darla sighed once again as turned back towards the couple and let a smug manner pass over the features. "I was tempted to…but of course I would rather him find out himself…much more painful for him. So to answer your question…no I will not." Darla almost cringed as she watched the pair sighed with relief and then sent one looks of longing. "Please…do not look at each other like that in front of me. Like I said, it is sickening."

Spike opened is his mouth as if he was about to say something but was stopped when both his sire and Angelus entered the room, both of them having a satisfied appearance on their faces.

Angelus dark eyes stared at Dru with complete fascination before finally landing on his other childe. "Buffy…lover…you look ravishing…" He noted with a charming smile, sauntering slowly over towards her. His dark eyes traveling appreciatively down her body. Soaking in the way her dress fit on her body, slightly accentuating the curves on her body.

As he watched his grandsire’s eyes roam over his lover’s body, Spike could feel a threatening growl rise to the edge of his throat. Jealousy coursing through his lean form; watching Angelus undress Buffy with his eyes. Spike would’ve barked at him, telling him to step away from his lady, but he couldn’t. And it was taking every fiber in his body to not bolt over there and rip Angelus away from her. His beloved Buffy.

Angelus chuckled at his childe, running his hand down the side of her face, which she slightly flinched away from. "When I kill the Slayer tonight…you will be the first of my women to drink her blood. I remember how you use to love the taste of Slayer’s blood." He purred seductively, his eyes still roaming over her form but suddenly stopped when he heard the mad cackling of his other childe and the feel of her arms wrap around his waist.

"The Slayer’s blood will run tonight…" she whispered softly into his ear, "but Daddy won’t be the one who slashes her throat." She giggled with such delight that she fell back into the sofa that was placed behind her which was next to Spike. Drusilla turned to look at Spike and leaned over to whisper something into his ear but was halted when Angelus’s hands grabbed her shoulders tempestuously. "Daddy’s mad…he won’t get to join the party." She said as Angelus pulled her roughly off the couch so that he could stare her deep in the eyes.

"Who?" He barked at her while shaking her lightly, which caused a pleasured moan to escape her mouth while he grasped her tightly. "Tell me who!" He told her more firmly, his hands removing themselves from her frail shoulders.

Drusilla’s eyes sparkled as she placed a slender finger against her lips, "shhh…bad Angelus. The stars are mad at you for wanting to know their secrets. They tell me not to tell you. Want it to be a surprise…" She chuckled as she leaned forward towards his lips and bit down hard on his bottom one, drawing blood. Quickly though, just as the blood began to flow down his chin, she easily leaned forward and licked it off. "The stars tell me many surprises and secrets…but this one screams at me."

Angelus’s demon surged forward as he felt a deep envy and rage surge through his form. "Well, I will make sure that it won’t happen! I will be the one who uses the Slayer’s neck as my chalice!" He hissed between his teeth before shaking off his demon. "Now…come!" He barked as he turned on his heels and stalked towards the front door, the other four following after him.


~*~


Buffy sighed as she looked over her shoulder at her lover. His eyes and full attention were focused on the chaos that was occurring all around them. The fires that sprung out of nowhere, the ash and cinder that were being absorbed into the charcoal sky, and the hordes of people running through the town in panic and terror. It made a deep pit of hunger fall into her stomach like a heavy weight.

"The chaos is intoxicating my wicked Spike." Dru hissed into her childe’s ear, sending a sharp glance over at Buffy, knowing that the blonde vampiress was staring at her ocean. "I hear all the mortal’s blood pumping." She told him, rubbing her figure against his, then placed her lips delicately against his ear, "do you hear it my Spike?" She asked him sensually, running her hands along his stomach, running inside the long coat that he was wearing.

"Yes, I do…" he replied in a nonchalant manner, slightly looking down at his sire who was continuing to rub up against him. "Powerful it is…" He said, his gaze turning away from the fires and frightened crowds and up at his lover who was watching them with concerned eyes.

Buffy’s eyes flickered over towards Spike and sent him an intense look that spoke to him in so many ways. She wanted to be there with him, instead of having Dru there with him. Touching him the way Buffy would touch him when they were alone.

Seeing her discomfort with Dru, Spike sent his lover a soft and reassuring smile that seemed to ease Buffy’s nerves. Her gaze of him was broken though when she felt Angelus’s powerful arm wrap around her waist, colliding her body with his.

"I feel the need to feed now." Angelus said to practically no one, and then sniffed the air, taking in its bloodied scent. "The Slayer’s here somewhere…I am going to find her…" he whispered to himself and turned his head to look at Dru who was continuing to invade Spike’s personal space.

"Come now Dru! We search for the Slayer!" He barked at the vampiress who obediently pulled herself away from Spike and made her way towards Angelus, looking up at him with large adoring eyes. His attention then moved away from his childe towards his grandchilde, who was gazing at the screaming crowds and blazing fires once again. "Spike…I am sure you can manage by yourself."


Spike rolled his eyes as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat, "yeah, sure, whatever…you bloody poofter." Spike snarled under his breath, thinking that Angelus wouldn’t hear it and before the younger vampire knew it, he was being slammed up against a nearby wall.

"What did you say!" Angelus growled at him, his demon mask fully on, wanting to rip the younger vampire’s throat out.

"Poofter." Spike managed to cough out as Angelus held his throat in a vice like grip.

"Ever since Dru made you, you have been a thorn in my side. An annoying thorn that I would like nothing else to do but snap in half." He snarled, his face barely inches from Spike’s who didn’t seemed phased by his grandsire’s temper.

"I still say you are a poofter." He coughed once again, a sly smirk appearing on his face. "No matter how much you threaten me." He challenged towards the brunette vampire whose grip was now loosening on his neck.

"I would like to see you try and take me on!" Angelus snapped at him, pulling his demon back inside and backing away from the younger vampire.

Spike quirked an eyebrow up at Angelus and let a short chuckle escape from his mouth, "is that a promise?" He taunted wickedly before spinning on his heels, walking away from the group.


~*~


Spike let out a short growl as he dropped his latest victim towards the ground with a thud. He sighed silently to himself as he licked some remaining blood from his lips before slipping out of the dark alleyway.

Chaos continued to rain through the streets of the Chinese village. Several people running into him as he continued on walking. All he could do was watch. It was intriguing to him. It reminded him of that night at that mansion in Yorkshire. The partygoer’s screams still fresh in his head as Angelus and Dru ripped their guts open and drained them dry. It was horrific but still at the end of the night, he was able to take Buffy into his bed.

She always made him feel like he could fly. The way she kissed, touched and talked to him. He just felt drawn to her presence. She was gorgeous, like an angel.

"God…I could love ‘er." He whispered to himself, a thoughtful look on his features.

He was taken away from his thoughts when a sharp kick landed on his chest, sending him flying into a nearby burning building.

"What the hell?" He cursed under his breath as he got up off the ground. Looking up in front of him, a bright smile broke out on to his face. Well…well…look what we have here, he thought eagerly in his head. "Hello Slayer." He purred at her.

The Slayer’s face-hardened as she gripped a sword tightly in her hand. "Vampire!" She hissed at him in Chinese before lashing out at him with her sword…



To be continued…

1900



Spike couldn’t help but chuckle as the Slayer tried to lash out at him again with her sword, which he conveniently side stepped away from. They had been fighting without end for the longest time. Each of them trading harsh blows to one another while Spike continued to avoid her sword.

"You enjoying this as much as I am?" He asked her tauntingly, knowing that she wouldn’t understand a word he was saying.

"Shut up!" She hissed at him in her foreign tongue, her eyes dancing with fire, attempting to skewer him with her sword once again, one of her slashes managing to catch the sleeve of his shirt, a trail of blood dripping down his arm. The blonde vampire growled as he fully attacked the Chinese Slayer, all fists and fangs. Constantly throwing skillful punches and hard kicks at her. The Slayer didn’t back down though because she easily blocked them and managed to slice him on the other arm with her sword.

"You know, how is a bloke supposed to fight you when he is weaponless." Spike noted as threw a roundhouse kick at the Slayer, knocking her to the ground and the sword out of her hand. "That’s better." He smirked, stalking over towards the young woman, ready for the final blow but was taken aback when she sprung back up on her feet and kicked him in the chest, sending him flying across the building.

Spike groaned with frustration as he watched the fires from the chaos of the village. They were growing rapidly and making their way inside the building.

Shaking his head, Spike pulled himself up off the ground, only to have the Slayer’s sword slash across his forehead, a dangerous slit forming across his eyebrow, his own blood pouring down his face. A short gasp escaping from his throat when her hand gripped around his throat and slammed him up against a nearby pillar, her blade centimeters from his throat.

"Time to die vampire!" She hissed as she drew her sword back for the final blow. Spike’s eyes wide with fear.


~*~


"The twilight sings pretty songs to me." Dru cooed as she gripped tightly on to Angelus’ forearm as she, Angelus and Buffy traveled through the streets. Darla had left them earlier in the evening due to her lack of attention and excitement of tonight’s hunting. Buffy watched the pair with boredom.

"I bet it does Dru. But do the stars tell you where the Slayer is?" He asked her gently, as if he was speaking to a child. A look of longng passing over his face as he stopped them in their tracks. Running his rough hand delicately down the vampiress’ face, Angelus tried to get her attention focused on him rather than what was around them. After several beats, Dru finally looked at her sire with a coy smile.

"Bad Daddy." She snapped at him with a slight playfulness in her tone. "I told you the stars wish to keep it a secret. They say the Slayer’s death is not by your hands but of a puppy. The stars like to play cruel jokes." She chuckled with complete giddiness.

At the mention of the word ‘puppy’, Buffy’s full attention focused on the crazed vampiress. She had heard Dru use that term before, but on…William! It was William she was speaking of. He had told Buffy many times of when Dru would come into his bed that and call him that.

"A puppy?" Angelus asked her with confusion.

"Yes…" Drusilla hissed, resting her head on his shoulder, looking blankly up at the stars. "The puppy. Such a small thing, with tiny claws and small teeth but it can be ruthless. It is lovely. But it will be a big dog soon…all grown up." She then snapped her head over towards a near by alley and smiled wickedly, "I smell fear." She whispered hoarsely into Angelus’ ear, her attention now fully focused on the darkened alley that was hidden in the shadows.

"You do?" Angelus chuckled deeply into her ear, nuzzling the side of her face and had completely forgotten about the Slayer’s kille. "Tell me about it…"

Drusilla chuckled, as she closed her eyes lightly, as if she were listening to something. "The babe cries with hunger. But sister tells her to hush, ‘only bad girls cry’ she says." Dru’s eyes flew open abruptly, her dark eyes wide with wonder and excitement. "Poor mummy is gone underground…sleeping. They cry for her and for fear." She chuckled deeply, turning her head so that she could look at him. "I can hear their blood, it is screaming. Shall we got meet their insides?" She asked sweetly before kissing his lips fully, an impish smile planted on her red blood lips.

"Of course, lover." Angelus purred into her ear, before kissing her back in a harsh, dominating matter. "We shall create havoc." He whispered before grabbing her hand as they boy crept into the nearby alley, forgetting that Buffy was even there with them.

"William." Buffy whispered with panic as she turned on her heels and ran down the street, searching for her lover.


~*~


Spike’s eyes widened as he saw the Slayer draw back her sword. She had a dark gleam in her eyes. They seemed bottomless and lost. As if she had nothing left in the world. She quickly hesitated and that was all Spike needed.

Seeing her distracted, Spike quickly pushed her away from his body and then kicked the sword out of her hands. He growled, sending another kick towards her chest, which pushed her down to the ground and with lightening speed Spike was right by her side.

"Trying to stake me with your sword?" He chuckled deeply as he picked her up off the ground by her shirt collar, then wrapped his arms around her neck, holding her in place. "Clever."

Slight tears ran down the Slayer’s cheeks as she could feel her death creep down her spine. "Tell my mother…I’m sorry." She whispered to him, almost a look of relief passing over her face.

"Sorry, luv," he said as he brought forth his demon visage, looking down at her neck with utter anticipation. "I don’t speak Chinese." He growled before slamming his teeth into her jugular, drinking her with eagerness until she was dry of blood.

"William…" Buffy’s honeyed voice whispered as she stood in the broken doorway of the building.

The male vampire easily shrugged off his demon mask before dropping the girl’s dead body towards the ground and then made his way towards his lover. "The Slayer…I did it." He said to her, turning around to look at the body he had just drained.

"I knew Dru was talking about you when she called you ‘puppy’," Buffy said to herself as she also stared at the body that was lying on the ground. Her eyes then drifted towards his face, where the blood from the cut on his eyebrow was pouring down his face and neck. "You’re hurt." She murmured quietly to him, reaching out to touch the gash across his eyebrow.

"I am okay…don’t worry." He told her gently, running his hand reassuringly down her cheek. "M'fine." He smirked as she leaned into his touch, shutting her eyes as she felt the sensation of his hand on her skin. "Does the Poofter and Dru know that you are away?"

Buffy finally opened her eyes, as she looked at him deeply, her chest felt heavy and her stomach felt light. "No…they’re busy…feeding," she whispered deeply to him, running her hand down the side of his face and then planted a chaste kiss on his lips. "Spi-…"

Before Buffy could even finish what she was saying, her lover grabbed her hips roughly, lifting her up off the ground and pushed her up against and nearby pillar. Letting out a small gasp of surprise as she felt hismouth smash up against hers. She felt warm all over. She always felt this way whenever he was around. It was just the way he looked at her, the way he touched her when no one was around to watch them. It comforted her, made her feel human and alive.

"William," she moaned slightly when she felt his kiss drop away from her lips and towards her neck. He knew she liked it when he kissed her there. Especially when he placed short, sweet pecks there, sometimes nibbling with his teeth. She loved it. She wanted him and needed him. He was her mate.

Suddenly her hazel eyes flew open as she came to a sudden realization; it made her lips curl into a joyous smile. "William." She called out to him once again, this time sounding more serious.

When he had heard her voice speak to him, he pulled away from her neck and stared wonderfully at her face. "What is it?" He asked thoughtfully, running his hand down her face.

Her eyes fluttered close as she tried to piece through her thoughts. Trying to set out what she was going to say to him. "Nothing is wrong." She said almost innocently before looking up into his eyes. "I need you. To be with me…for as long as our existence may be…I want you there…to be my friend and my lover." She let out a heavy yet unneeded breath as she pulled her hair away from the side of her neck…the side where Angelus’s mark still lingered.

"Buffy…" He said breathlessly, knowing what she was asking him to do, looking down at her neck with awe as the veins in her neck shown through her snow-white skin. "Are you…do you know…what about Angelus?"

"It is alright…" she whispered to him, running her finger down his lips slowly. "Don’t worry…he’s too wrapped up in Dru to notice us anymore. And if he does suspect…we will both make sure he won’t find out." She planted another deep kiss on his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair. "Please…now…" She whispered sensually into his ear, "I want you…"

Spike took in a deep unneeded breath as he planted a chaste kiss on the scar before he brought forth his fangs and sunk them deeply into her neck, taking as much time as needed and hoped that it didn’t hurt her. As he began to drink from her, Spike could feel her fingers dig deeply into his scalp and tug at his curls. Sharp gasps of pain and pleasure were coming from mouth as he drank from her body. It tasted sweet and everlasting…he had never tasted anything like it. He had heard that a Slayer’s blood was the most delicious thing a vampire could taste, that it was an aphrodisiac …but this was so much better.

"Mine…" He gasped as he pulled his fangs away from her throat and slipped easily back into his human face. Before the vampiress could utter another word he kissed her, intensely as if his whole existence depended on it. Her blood on his mouth was washing into her own.

Passion overcame the blonde vampiress as she also pulled on her demonic mask and looked him deeply in the eyes, as if she was asking him a question and eagerly he nodded. Buffy let out a burning purr as she also slid her fangs into his neck. She felt over joyed when she heard several moans of excitement escape his throat as they both sunk to the ground in a tight embrace.



~*~


Angelus growled as he threw his shirt back on over his head, removing himself roughly off the bed where Dru was sleeping soundly. They had been back at the mansion for hours and yet he couldn’t shake the envious feeling that was coursing through out his body.

Spike had killed the Slayer…he hissed in his head as he began to pace the room. When the younger vampire had told him what had happened, Angelus could feel the need to lash out at the boy bubble in his gut. He was about to act on it though but Dru’s cackling and overly excited attitude had prevented him from doing so. She was extremely proud of her ‘puppy’, telling him what a good ‘dog’ he had been. Angelus didn’t want to ruin her happiness, even though it was directed at one of the beings that he hated with a fiery vengeance.

The brunette vampire growled as he stalked out of the room and down the hall but stopped when he heard a noise come from his sire’s room. Curious he turned around and threw open her door, which caused her to jump in pure surprise.

"What do you want now Angelus?" She growled at him, walking over to her closet and took out several dresses and threw them into an old suitcase. "I am busy." She snapped at him.

"Busy doing what exactly?" He asked suspiciously but with a tone of anger in his voice.

Darla sighed as she continued to pack some more of her things in a hurry, "I hear Spike did in a Slayer tonight…" She said, sending a impish glance over her shoulder, "didn’t know he had it in him. Guess that makes him one of us now." She purred before tending back to her clothes.

"What are you doing Darla!" Angelus growled with frustration as he continued to observe her.

"I’m leaving." She said simply, picking up her suitcase and turned to face him. "I’m getting on a train and I am leaving here. I can’t take it anymore." She huffed, pushing past Angelus and made her way towards the door but was stopped when he dashed towards it and stood in front of her.

"You can’t leave…I won’t let you." He told her with slight desperation. "Why are you doing this?"

"I am going back to the Master. At least he treats me with respect and adores me…I can’t say the same for you." She snapped as she tried to push past him but he wouldn’t budge.

"You are not going! I won’t let you. The Master is a fool and let you go. He didn’t want you…I do!" He growled at her, his figure toppling over hers.

"THE MASTER DID NOT LET ME GO ANGELUS! He gave me a choice and I chose…now I regret it. All you want is Dru…not me…not anymore and I will not sit by and watch you play with her." She shouted at him, her face lit with fire and pain. She had had it. "Goodbye Angelus. I hope you burn in hell one of these days." She bit at him once more before roughly shoving him aside and ran out of the room and out of the mansion, towards the train station.

Angelus let out a feral howl as he pulled back his fist and punched a nearby wall, his hand going right through it.


~*~


Buffy jumped up as she heard a loud, menacing howl irrupt throughout their mansion. Her body was shaking with fright as the howl was followed by a loud crash and by a primal growl.

"Angelus," she whispered with slight trembling, pulling her legs closer towards her body and wrapped her arms around her knees.

"What’s wrong?" Spike asked her as he sat up in bed and looked at her with worry, running his hand down the length of her golden hair and then kissed her temple.

"Nothing…just…Angelus…he woke me up." She stammered, leaning her head on his shoulder and took in a deep sigh. "I am fine now. Don’t worry." She reassured him, sending her lover a sweet smile.

"All right, luv." He said as he lay back down and pulled her down with him, laying her head on his chest, stroking her hair. He then pulled her hair away from her neck and looked down at the now prominent scar that was on her throat. He couldn’t believe she let him…he had wanted to do it so bad for such a long time and she let him. She was his. "Thank you…"

"For what?" She asked delicately, looking up at him with curious eyes.

"For letting me mark you…" He whispered, leaning forward and pressed a gentle kiss on her lips. "You don’t know how happy it makes me."

"And thank you for letting me do the same." She praised, nodding towards the bite mark that danced on his jugular before scooting up closer to him on the bed, leaning her forehead against his. "I told you…I want you to be my mate…for as long as our existence is."

Spike cupped her cheek as a bright smile covered his lips. "Buffy…" He breathed before capturing her mouth with his in an intimate kiss, his arms encircling her waist as he pulled her form on top of him.



To be continued…

(A/N- skipping ahead to the 1920s in the next one!)

1925



"You’re going to make me look fat." Buffy pouted, jutting out her bottom lip in a childish manner.

"No I won’t." Spike assured her, barely glancing up at his lover from his drawing pad. "Now lay back…" He told her firmly but in a gently tone, gesturing towards the bed with his pencil.

"Fine…" Buffy sighed as she fell back on to her four poster bed, letting its cool silk sheets satisfy her naked icy flesh. "But don’t make me look fat…" She whispered almost sleepily, lifting her head so that she could get a clear look of him.

A girlish smile appeared on her thin lips as she watched him busily sketch her form from his chair. A strand of his, now brown almost chocolate colored hair, fall down in front of his brow as his pencil swept across the large piece of paper. The strand of hair contrasting with the pale pigment of his skin and the high angle of cheekbones that she loved to kiss so much.

"You are so pretty!" The blonde vampiress chirped as she leaned back down on the bed, fanning her long golden hair on the pillow underneath her head, smiling with complete and utter happiness. She almost giggled when she saw his head shockingly snap up at her with wide eyes.

"I’m what?!" He gasped his dark blue eyes still wide like small saucers, stopping his drawing of her altogether.

"I said that you are pretty…!" She chirped once again, removing her self from the bed, despite the look of protest that Spike sent her and slowly made her way towards him, swing her hips along the way. "Come on…you know you are gorgeous." She told him, placing her hands on her bare torso, tilting her head to the side.

"Deviously handsome, yes." He said, placing his pad down on the floor and then looked up with a somewhat amused look on his face. "Pretty…no." He smirked at her, running his blue orbs up and down her whitened yet enticing form. "But you learn something everyday don’t you?"

"Yes…" Buffy smiled coyly as she closed the gap between them, straddling him by the waist and hooking her arms around his neck. "Now, about tomorrow night…"

"No, Buffy…" He groaned with frustration while she began to nuzzle the crook of his neck with her face. "We have gone through this for the past 15 years…you know us regular demons don’t go out on Halloween. It’s our night off."

Buffy let out a small whimper, removing her head away from his neck and stared him with a playful look in her eyes. "Yeah but you see…Buffy here, not a regular demon…well personality wise anyways…and you…not so regular yourself mister!" She told him firmly, nipping his bottom lip gently…almost persuasively. When he still had that annoyed look in his eyes, Buffy smiled wickedly as she smashed her lips possessively against his in a savage lip lock. When they finally did pull away though, Buffy almost laughed out loud when she saw the dazed and lust filled look in his eyes. "Well…?"

Spike shook his head, snapping his attention back to his vampire lover and groaned with defeat. Damn her and her sweet lips, he though angrily. "All right…we will go out!" He huffed as he wrapped his arms tightly around her body, bringing them closer.

"Oh thank you!" She giggled with happiness, tightening her grip around his neck while placing peppered kisses all over his face but she was stopped when his large hands cupped her face.

"Now listen, pet…we go out tonight, we are going to do it the Spike way…" he announced, placing a chaste kiss on her mouth.

"And what is the ‘Spike way’?" Buffy asked curiously, depositing more sweetened kisses on his face and neck.

"Well…pet…if you must know…the ‘Spike way’ is when you and I go out for a night on the town…you know feeding on humans, dancing, feeding on humans, going to the cinema, and feeding on the innocent humans. Oh and if we are lucky enough we can go get ourselves smashed." He chuckled deeply, closing his eyes as he felt her place slow kisses on the crook of his neck and along the scar that she gave him almost 25 years ago.

Sometimes, when she kissed him there, he could still feel the sensation of her marking him. The euphonious ecstasy he experienced as she drained him…his blood leaving his cold form while the enraged fires from all the chaos of the Boxer Rebellion danced around them, surrounding them.

"Mmmm…" Buffy murmured into the soft skin of his collarbone and sighed, "what more could a girl could ask for in a man?" she smiled, her hands playing with the collar of his black shirt.

After a while of playing with his shirt, Buffy finally looked up at him and couldn’t help but let a bright smile pass over her face. "So…how long until the sun sets?" She asked him coyly, running her hand up into his hair, playing with the short dark curls that lied there.

"Hmmm…let’s see…" He smirked as he drew his attention towards the Grandfather clock that rested against the wall, the seconds ticking idly away. "Well…let’s see…it is…about noon now, so…I guess that would be six hours or so…until…"

Before the vampire could finish his sentence, Buffy eagerly pushed their mouths together, trying to devour him in one mind-blowing kiss. The younger vampire of the two let out a satisfied groan as he felt her small hands reach for the buttons on his shirt.

It was weird…after so many years of being together…30 years to be exact…they seemed like two new lovers, their intense fire never extinguishing. They both loved it…drowning in it and did so willingly. There was just the factor of their sire’s that was the problem. The couple hated to hide…despised it really. Spike of course wanted to tell them and just leave the pair altogether and go out on their own…he wasn’t ever loyal to neither Dru nor Angelus so it didn’t matter what they thought about it. But Buffy…she was different…she didn’t want to say anything, didn’t want to risk what might happen to them. She couldn’t do it. So to avoid an argument, the vampire couple decided just not to discuss it at all…for the better.

Spike knew that eventually they would find out…and it wouldn’t be pretty when it happened. But for now…he wouldn’t worry about it because all that mattered was Buffy and all he wanted was for to be happy.





To be continued…