Hey there. This is my first Angel fanfiction.So please be easy on me. I know it may go a little fast but like I said it's my first one.

It takes place in season one just after the episode Sense and Sensitivity in season one.

BTW: Spike desided to stay in LA after the Gem of Amara thing, coming to the conlution that his life couldn't sink any lower.

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An Altered World

Chapter 1: Long Time No See

Roaring car engines, blazing music, mixed voiced, and bright lights all polluted the cool LA night air. But in the dark, almost forgotten, ally the 3 vampires hardly noticed.

"Why won't you pay me?" Spike demanded for at least the twenty time that night as he leaned on the hood of Angel's 1967 Plymouth Convertible.

After throwing his opponent at the brick wall Angel glanced at Spike. "Pay you for what? You never do anything except stand around making smart ass comments. And plus I don't like you." Angel answered before he was kicked across the ally by the vampire he was fighting.

Spike rolled his eyes as he pushed him self away from Angel's car. Casually walking over to the two battling vampires he picked up the stake that was kicked out of Angel's grip sometime before.

Before Angel knew it the vampire he was beating on with his fists exploded into dust and before he could stop him self (not that he cared) his right fist went flying into the left side of Spike's jaw.

Spike shook his head shaking away the little pinch of pain that came along with the blow. He just stared at Angel wearing a 'did you have to do that' look.

Angel shrugged. "Well you were the one with the bright idea of standing behind him when I was in the middle of a punch." Angel said as he walked to his car with Spike right behind him.

"Yeah well I didn't know you were in the middle of a punch, in case you didn't notice there was vampire blocking my view. You know what, now that I think of it I'm surprised I didn't see it come'n you over grown prim-ape"

Standing on one side of the his car Angel looked at Spike who was on the other side looking at him. "And you wonder why I don't pay you."

The front door of the Angel's Investigations office burst open with Angel walking as fast as he could toward his office, followed by Spike right on his behind him.

"Give it a rest Spike, it was over 104 years ago."Angel huffed as he slammed the door to his office closed. It amazed his how his and Spike's conversations could go from one topic to a totally different one in a matter of minutes, sometimes even seconds.

"No I won't give it a rest." Spike continued as he opened the door to Angels office.

Now standing in front of his office window that had a glorious view of just one of Los Angeles's many allies, Angel threw his head back. He should have known a door wouldn't stop him.

"Um Angel?" Cordelia called out to get his attention from the threshold of his office.

Angel sighed. "What is it Cordelia?"

Spike glaired at Cordelia. "I believe I was talking first."

Cordelia leaned on her right hip with her hand resting on it. "No I believe you were yelling first." She corrected him emphasizing yelling then continued. "And you can wait. Angel there's a guy in the main office, who you totally walked passed and ignored, who say's his name is Rowel and that he knows you."

Angel turned to faced his employee and saw behind her his old time trusted friend.

The three filed their way out of Angel's office and into the main room.

Rowel stood up off the coach shaking his head with a smirk. "You two are still going at I see." Rowel was a vampire as well, older then Angel by 254 years. He had shoulder length cut dirty brown hair, a big muscled figure but not as big as Angel's, and dark brown eyes.

Spike laughed stepping foreword. "I though you were out an about vacationing on the other plains and what not. Thought it would take you longer to see'em all."

Rowel nodded. "I saw most of them, but I guess you could say I got home sick. I started missing your sorry ass." Rowel laughed patting Spike on the back.

"So, how long has it been mate?" Spike questioned now sitting down on the coach.

"111 years." Angel answered unenthusiastic. "You still don't have a soul do you? Still in the killing field of the innocent?" Angel questioned folding his arms over his chest.

Rowel nodded and sat down on the coach. "I got back and people told me the great Angelus got a soul, but forced on him for killing a gypsy. Cursed. Of course I didn't believe them at first but then I started hearing it from every body and I knew it was true. Fell in love with a slayer. That's a first. I wish I was here for that. But no. I'm not killing humans anymore." Rowel finished lowering his head.

Spike raised an eye brow. "Don't tell me you got brain washed too."

Rowel chuckled and shook his head. "No. I just saw some things that changed my perspective."

Angel nodded.

Rowel looked at Angel weary if he wanted to bring up the subject. "I heard Darla didn't want anything to do with you after you got souled."

Angel nodded and turned his gaze to the floor. "Yeah."

Although Angel couldn't see, Rowel gave him a sympathetic smile. "Sorry it hear that"
But Angel made no response. Rowel raised his head shocked that he almost forgot what had been on his mind since it first occurred. "You know what I find strange? When I asked people about you and Kimara," Rowel gestured to Spike. "They didn't know who I was talking about. They said they never heard of a Kimara. They only told me about a Drusilla. Do you know what their talking about.?"

Spike and Angel looked at Rowel confused.

"I know eh." Rowel said sitting back in the couch.

Spike looked from Rowel to Angel then back to Rowel again. "Who's Kimara?"