Title: Dear Boy

Rating: R

Pairings : Here we go, it's long and broken into groups.

Familial Pairings – Darla/Angelus, Darla/The Master, Angelus/The Master, Darla/Drusilla, Angelus/Drusilla, Angelus/William, Darla/William, Drusilla/William

Relationship/Other Pairings: Angelus/Darla, William/Drusilla, Other/William

Summary: Begins before William was born and goes through all seasons of Buffy and Angel. Major AU. Being full blood Childer of The Master, it's no surprise that Angelus and Darla expect nothing but the best when it came to their own Childer. So why is it, after choosing the perfect female companion for Darla, Angelus had to go and Turn an abused, partially insane geek like William?

Warnings: Very, very, very (and can I stress the word VERY again?) AU! Expect plenty of violence, blood/gore (hello, dealing with vampires!), language, insanity (literal and figurative), OOC-ness, hetero and homo relationships, may be more later.

Note 1: This is very AU. All chapters have dates of when this particular scene happened, but the dates will be off from the TV series. The fic will be choppy and will probably stay that way (by choppy I mean jumping from one date to another, with possibly years or so in between) until I get a beta reader again. Then again, I have several hundred years to cover (roughly 400 or so if I stick with TV series timeline which is around 1999 or so) so I can't cover all of it!

Note 2: I lost contact with my previous Beta reader. If she's still on and sees this, I'm back from the brink of death (…kidding) and if you're still interested, I have the story almost finished. Otherwise, I'm in the market for a new reader. I have roughly 70 chapters written out and I plan on writing a second part to this fic. I'm looking for someone to check spelling, grammar, check that dates are all right, check that the accent's (current none written out) will sound all right, and so on.

Note 3: The story is long enough to be broken into parts. Part one will cover Angelus' turning up through the mob that nearly kills Drusilla. Part Two will cover Spike and Drusilla's travels from Prague to Sunnydale as well as some Slayer/Angel action and other characters. Part Three will cover Spike's introduction to the Scooby gang. Parts two and three may be combined depending on how long they are.

Now that that's out of the way…..

Prologue – The Master 1

Dublin, Ireland

June 14, 1500

The burning sun had long since disappeared behind the horizon. The moon had taken its place - casting some light upon the slumbering village - but it was covered partially in thick dark clouds that bore promise of heavier rains.

Light rain already pattered down on the rooftops in a steady drum. Chilly wind howled and caused the few open windows to slam against the buildings until the owners slammed and bolted them shut.

Inside a small tavern, one of the few to stay open this late into the night, a fire was hastily lit to expel the chill. An iron grate was placed around it to keep the soon-to-be-drunken-sobs that would be arriving from falling in head first.

The doors had been open – literally of course - to visitors for over an hour now, but due to the horrid weather and the early hour, only one lone figure was in the tavern taking advantage of the fact that it was dry and warm. The many others that frequented the place were probably just dragging themselves out of the closing bars. It would be a short while before they got there.

But the cloaked and hooded figure – a new comer to the tavern - was tucked in the farthest corner of the building, away from the open and dancing flames. He was nursing a large mug of rum and watching the doorway with cruel yellow eyes that glowed under his hood.

It didn't take much longer for the front doors to burst open, admitting a gust of wind and a group of six men dressed in drab brown coats, vests, trousers, and white leggings with black buckled shoes. The cloaked man took a sip of his rum and watched the group stomp their way across the tavern to sit at the bar.

He sat and watched the small group as they drank rum and ale throughout the night. More men came, and some left. Some got so drunk they were ushered out before they could pass out and fall off the bar stools, and others merely sipped at their drinks and listened to the conversations around them.

The cloaked man sighed in boredom and finished off his drink. He looked out the window to find that it had stopped raining and the sky was clearing. Wind was pushing the clouds away. Sunrise would be in four hours, which meant he had less than three to sit and watch. And wait.

There were roars from the group, a name was shouted, as the doors burst open once again. The cloaked man looked up in curiosity to see a young man with long brown hair and chocolaty brown eyes stagger in. His over coat was hanging off of one shoulder and his shirt was rumpled. He looked to be already partially drunk.

The door was left open behind him as he somehow made it to the bar and sat down on an empty stool. One of the waitresses closed the door with an amused shake of her head. A thin, almost non-existent eyebrow rose as he watched the young man chug down a whole pint of liquor in one go.

He watched in sudden, intense interest as the newest arrival spent the next two hours chugging down pint after pint, much like a horse would chug water after a long run. Glancing outside, he noted that he only had a little over an hour until sunrise.

Then it happened. The sign he had been waiting for. One minute the young man was speaking loudly to the person next to him, the next he was sprawled on his back on the floor with the mug of beer lying next to him.

The Master smirked around inch-or-more-long fangs and watched as the young man bounced back to his feet and stumbled into the instigators fist. There were laughs. The young man shook it off and swung a loose fist at the blond. It connected. More laughs. The Master tilted his head and watched the brawl that was being ignored by everyone else.

It wasn't the most coordinated fight he'd ever witnessed. Punches were loose and rarely connected with force, and feet stayed firmly on the floor except when one opponent was pushed over. There were hardly any wounds – only small split lips and bruises – and barely any blood. There was an abundance of alcohol being tipped over or poured on heads though.

The pair swung around and The Master took his chance. He locked eyes with the young man. Time froze for a full minute as The Master looked deep into his soul. "My you are a rebellious one." The Master murmured as images and emotions flashed behind the young man's eyes.

A large house (pride), richly dressed people (contempt), drunken nights out on the town (bliss), arguments between Liam and a man The Master assumed was the father (extreme hatred), fist fights (excitement), women (more bliss), and his name: Liam.

Time returned and the brawl continued as The Master smirked in accomplishment. More men joined in the drunken fray, and there was more laughter as weak punches connected and men toppled over. Liam looked up from standing over one of the not-so-lucky men and met The Master square in the eye. And he smirked.

"Yes. You will do nicely." The Master took his leave of the tavern and disappeared into the shadows. "Soon."

TBC