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Author's Chapter Notes:
Hey everyone! I started this story a while ago and I've decided to upload it onto here. I know that I have quite a few WIPs currently but this story already has a lot of chapters written so it shouldn't interfere with any updates for my other stories.

So here is the prologue and I hope that everyone enjoys this story! :)



Sunnydale May 1982





Sounds of feral wails and the clash of metal upon metal filled the old dusty room in the chaos that abounded there.





The blonde slayer slashed her sword wildly at the dark haired vampire who approached her with a menacing glare.





“Ready to quit, Kitty Kat?” He asked her leeringly.





“Not even close.” Katarzyna replied with distaste painted all over her pale face, her heavy accent coming through as she spoke.





Her long blonde locks were pasted to her shoulders with sweat from the exertion of the fight, but she had no intention of surrendering.





She could not allow Angelus to suck the world into hell.





Katarzyna endeavored to blank out the wails from the female vampire who was being held back from intervening in the fight by William the Bloody.





Her most unlikely ally.





Yet he had come to her and promised to help, and she had agreed.





Now here she was.





Ducking to avoid the sharp edge of the sword, she rolled and managed to use the blunt handle to strike Angelus right at the junction of his neck and back. He fell forward onto his knees, and taking advantage of his temporary handicap, she struck him in the middle of his back with her heavy booted foot.





She raised the sword to deliver the killing blow, but Angelus managed to dodge out of the way of the blade just in time.





“Daddy!” The dark haired, deathly pale female vampire screamed. She sounded so tormented that Katarzyna lost her concentration for a split second, giving Angelus the opportunity to pin her to the floor and knock the sword from her grasp.





She cried out in pain as he twisted her wrist, struggling underneath him when he rolled on top of her.





“Bloody hell!” Spike shouted when he realized the way the scene was unfolding. He had backed the little blonde slayer as the horse to win this derby and if she lost he knew that his fate would be something far worse than hell’s eternal torment.





Thinking on his feet, he tossed Drusilla from his arms to the floor and lurched forward, grabbing Angelus and pulling him off of the small slayer, giving her the chance to wriggle back to her feet.





Angelus launched at Spike with a vicious backhand, sending him careening to the floor, but it was too late.





The eyes of the larger vampire widened comically as his vampire visage melted away. He gasped when he looked down and saw a small piece of wood protruding from his chest. In seconds he dissolved into dust, leaving the young slayer panting, still holding the splintery piece of wood.





Spike was about to tell her to leave when his paramour, Drusilla, came barreling into the blonde human. She knocked her to the grimy floor and straddled her, lunacy evident on her face.





“You killed my Daddy, naughty little bitch!” Drusilla raged, gripping the blonde’s throat. Before Spike even registered what was happening he heard the crunch of bone and saw the human lying lifeless on the ground underneath her.





Not missing a beat, Drusilla rose to her feet and whirled on her childe.





“Naughty boy!” She reprimanded with cold, hostile eyes fixed on his. “I know what you did, my William. But you’re not mine anymore. You’re all dirty, soiled by the nasty slayer.”





"No Dru!" He cried in a heartfelt plea. "I only helped her so I could get you back!"





"Poor Spike. So lost. Looking for a plum and only finding a stone." She spoke sorrowfully and it tore at his heart.





Drusilla swayed as she came toward him, her eyes wild and childlike. Before he had a chance to duck out of her way she raked her claw-like fingernails down his pinched face, drawing blood before licking it from his skin. She cackled in a hauntingly chilling manner.





“You killed Daddy." She hissed accusingly, the laughter halting abruptly. "Bad boy in need of a spanking. Princess is locked in the tower but it should be the prince in her place."





Spike reached for her, trying to calm her down, but she jerked out of his grasp.





"I will have my vengeance, poor William.” Drusilla smirked, insanity leaking through her eyes. “And it will be so sweet.”





A flash of light exploded in front of the couple and both their heads whirled around to face the new presence in the room.





A smile spread over Drusilla’s face as she realized her vengeance would come sooner than she’d expected.







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