Angel rested peacefully for an hour
before something jolted him awake. He experienced a clawing
feeling as if something was ripping out his insides. He
grimaced and tried to get comfortable but no position would
work. He sat up and got out of bed only to collapse on the
floor as the splitting pain got worse. “Oh, God, no!”
Angel’s demon roared through the pain until he was left
in a trembling mass of dead flesh on the floor of his
bedroom. His brow furrowed in confusion while he tried to
make sense of what had just happened to his body.
After the few minutes he took to collect himself, he
chuckled evilly as he stared at the ceiling. It was great to
finally be free of that damn soul again. He had a hundred
years of mayhem to catch up on. I wonder how Spike knew
to do the ritual. I doubt he knows what he unleashed.
William was always a simpleton, caring only about Drusilla’s
health and how to restore it. He must have not have read the
fine print of the spell using a soul as an agent to connect
my body with Dru’s for the blood to pass through before it
burned the soul to nothing. He smirked at that thought
then frowned again at the thought of Buffy. Sure she was a
hot, sexy little number. He couldn’t fault his soulful side
for falling for that one. But love? Vampires didn’t
normally vomit, but the thought of love made him want to
choke. He had been trapped for a hundred years by guilt of
his crimes over a young gypsy girl and now love of
all things? What was this world coming to?
Oh, he remembered the gypsy girl like it was yesterday.
She had the sweetest blood he ever tasted. She was a gift
from Darla, a plaything for their bed when she got jealous
of his attention on Drusilla. Ah, those were the days . . .
days of excess, sexual orgies, endless bottles of blood
wine, and a time where you’d think one missing gypsy girl
would go unnoticed by a whole population.
But then, no one had said Darla was smart when she had
stolen that girl out of the gypsy camp. The gypsies were the
first he had seen of any magic. When he had finished
ravaging the girl’s body until her screams had died on her
lips leaving only a warm corpse that was cooling by the
second, he had personally delivered her broken and torn body
from hours of use and repeated sexual release to her clans
doorstep and skulked away to the shadows to smirk and laugh
to himself in the face of their grief. He only assumed they
saw his fang marks and put a general soul curse on the
vampire who had caused the girl’s death.
Angelus shook the thought away and picked himself up off
the floor. He walked over to his closet and removed his
duster, a swashbuckler shirt, leather pants and his boots.
Once he was dressed, and hair gel applied; sure that
everything was where it should be, he walked out the door in
game face. He grabbed the first girl he saw, not caring to
even notice that she was a prostitute, and violently bit her
on the neck, draining her blood. He dropped her dead body
among the garbage at the edge of the alley and walked away.
In a warehouse in the old factory district of Sunnydale
where Spike and Drusilla had taken up residence, Drusilla
was lying on her back on a huge stretch dining table. Spike
wheeled himself around to her while she looked up at the
ceiling blissfully.Spike smiled at her. It was good to
see his Dark Princess well again. She absolutely glowed with
new vigor and an almost animalistic taste for young blood.
“Are we feeling better, love?” he asked as he leaned on the
table.
“I’m naming all the stars,” Drusilla sighed happily.
“You can’t see the stars, pet. That’s the ceiling. Also,
it’s day,” Spike calmly reminded her. Apparently the
ritual didn’t help her sanity any.
“I can see them,” Drusilla was resolute. “But I’ve named
them all the same name,” she said inclining her head to look
at him. “And there’s terrible confusion.”
Spike decided to humor her. “Did you see anything else,
pet? Do you know what happens to Angel?”
As if Spike had conjured him up by saying his name, Angel
walked through the side door. “Well,” Angel cleared his
throat. “He moves to New York and tries to fulfill that
Broadway dream. It’s tough sledding, but one day he's
working in the chorus when the big star twists her
ankle.”
Spike wheeled the chair around to stare at Angel. “You
don’t give up do you?” Bloody ponce.
Angel slowly walked over to Spike. “As long as there is
injustice in the world, as long as scum like you is walking
. . .,” Angel looked down at the wheelchair and smirked,
“well, rolling the streets . . . I'll be around.” Angel
stopped a few feet from Spike. “Look over your shoulder.
I'll be there.”
Drusilla’s smiled and squealed when she recognized the
taunts of her sire. “Angel!”
Angelus smirked at his childe. “Yeah, baby. I’m back.”
Spike’s jaw dropped in surprise. “Is it really true?”
Bloody hell, if it’s true . . . there goes my hundred year
courtship of Drusilla.
“It’s really true,” Angelus said laughing and walked
around the table.
Drusilla followed her sire with her eyes. “You’ve come
home,” she said with a touch of wonder in her little-girl
voice.
Spike followed Angelus, wheeling the chair around the
table after his grandsire. “No more of this ‘I’ve got a
soul’ shit?” Bloody fucking hell, a hundred years of
wooing her, looking after her, and her daddy comes back for
two seconds and she’s already making doe eyes at the
bastard!
Angelus shrugged. “What can I say, hmm?” He struck a
match on the table. “I was going through a phase.” He said
as he lit a cigarette.
“This is so great! The three of us are together again.”
Spike said excitedly. Damn you, Angelus, not now, not
when I’m so bloody close to everything I wanted. Dru’s
healthy and when the Slayer’s dead, I’ll be in my ripe,
wicked plum’s good graces again. Spike ground his teeth
at the thought of everything Angelus had done to humiliate
him in Drusilla’s eyes. He’s going to make my un-life a
living hell from now till the end of time. I can just feel
it.
Drusilla stood up on the table and followed her sire and
childe’s progress, walking on the table waving her arms and
rocking her head slowly back and forth. “Everything in my
head is singing!” Daddy's home and the Slayer will weep,
day turns to night and the willows call out into the
darkness searching for the lost lamb.
Angelus laughed at her antics. Drusilla and her pixies
amused him sometimes. He may have driven her mad, but still
had fairly accurate visions that have helped him a time or
two. Aside from her visions, she was a very obedient childe,
always trying to please him . . . in all ways.
“We’re family again,” Drusilla said, smiling as she let
Angelus help her down off the table. “We’ll feed.” She gave
a playful growl to Angelus before turning to Spike, leaning
into the blond vampire. “And we’ll play.”
Spike smiled at his Black Goddess before turning to
Angelus. I can only imagine the torturous games you have
in mind, pet, and each and every one will kill me to watch
you play them with my grandsire. “I’ve got to tell you,
it made me sick to my stomach seeing you be the Slayer’s lap
dog.” You followed her around like a faithful dog long
enough.
Angelus growled at Spike grabbing the vampire by the
shirt and kissed him on the forehead before stepping back.
Spike was stunned into silence and then burst out laughing,
followed by Angelus and Drusilla. I don’t know why you
two are bloody laughing it up. I’ll find a way to dust you
for good, Angelus . . . you sick son of a bitch.”
Drusilla looked up Angelus quizzically. “How did this
happen?”
Angelus leaned against the table. “You wouldn’t believe
me if I told you,” he said as he smirked knowingly at Spike.
Gotta thank you, Spike, ol’ buddy, finally helped me get
rid of that pesky curse I was carrying around.
Spike grinned, rolling his tongue against the back of his
teeth. “Well, you’re back. Now it’s three against one, which
are the kind of odds I like to play.” I prefer you gone
and out my and Dru’s life forever . . .
Drusilla leaned closer to Angelus, whispering, “Psst.
We’re going to find a way to destroy the world. Want to
come?”
Angelus played with his cigarette. “Yeah. Destroying the
world. Great. I'm really more interested in the Slayer.”
I’ll teach that little girl to play with a souled vampire,
waving that small pert ass around in front of me, knowing
that I could never have it when I was guilt-ridden.
Spike cocked his head and raised a scarred brow. “We’ll
she’s in the world, so that should work out.” If I
don’t find a way to kill you first . . . maybe she will.
Angelus examined his cigarette. “Give me tonight. Hmm?”
I want to play with her a bit.
Spike furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?” What have
you got up your sleeve now, Angelus?
Angelus flicked the cigarette away. “Lay low for a night.
By the time I’m done, she won’t be anything resembling a
threat.” By the time I’m done, she may be crazier than
Dru here.
Spike’s eyes lit up. “You've really got a yen to hurt
this girl, haven't you?”
Angelus looked off in the distance. “She made me feel
like a human being. That's not the kind of thing you just
forgive.”
