A/N: This story is for all of my die hard William the Bloody lovers. I prefer to call him Spike. This story is categorized as a Buffy/Angel crossover because in this story I will be making references to both of the series. This story is set after the series finale of both BtVS and Angel but some of the Angel characters will appear. How they survived may never be explained but all I know is that in my world, they did. I will say this, as far as Spike goes, there are almost NO stories with him with and an OC. It's frustrating. This story is nearly COMPLETELY AU. It is rated M for smut, language, and whatever else you feel requires a 'mature' rating. Please read, and if you like, review, and if you review, Fav&Follow! Mostly review. I really love feedback. Thank you! P.S. Expect to see quite a few familiar faces.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything besides my original characters.

March 12, 1996

It was quiet when she felt herself slip away. The only noise she heard was the sound of the liquid being pulled from her flesh. Her fingers were cold and she tried to feel the silk sheet under her body. The feeling in her was fading before her eyes began to close. Death was sweet. It tasted like sugar but felt like ice. It smelled like blood and sounded like air rushing from a set of lungs. Hannah felt her chest fall for the last time and then the blackness began to spread. Her mind was still trying to fight as it began shutting down from a lack of blood. Inside her mind, she clawed the blackness until her numb fingers were crusted with more blood. Blood. Everything was turning to blood. Her eyes, ears, mouth, nose were all bleeding. She looked down at her hands as the blackness hit her like a freight train. Her physical being was about to separate from her soul before something happened. She was trapped. Her soul pushed against the blackness but was futile against the wall. The space she was in became smaller and smaller. Something was surrounding her to the point of suffocating. She felt her brain go completely dark when two soft words echoed through her deadened skull.

"Sorry, love." Her body fell back on the bed and she felt death, the gracious being, lead her into somewhere she had never been.

February 14, 2006

Her heel kicked over one of the vases in the flower shop. The pink roses were ugly but the red were disgusting. She hated roses. They smelled rotten to her and the color was sickening. Red was to be saved for something much more decadent. She looked at the lifeless body of the florist and smiled. His face looked frozen into a fearful stare and it tickled her inside. She looked at Alex and he immediately rushed to her side, abandoning the store clerk he had been draining. His light red hair was tousled as usual and his muscles flexed when she voiced his name.

"Alex, hold me." The command was obeyed quickly. His arms wrapped around his sire graciously while she inhaled the smell of him. Cologne and blood. It was a great smell for a man, but not hers. Together, the two stood in the dark shop, his arms protecting her. The stake in her back pocket was quiet when she slipped it out. He had no idea. Alex's mind was eased until she forced the wood into his heart and his body was surrendered to ashes. The twisted grin on her face was locked when she felt the presence behind her. She inhaled the smell of wisdom before speaking.

"To what do I owe the pleasure," She turned her head slightly and a smirk flashed on her lips. "of receiving a visit from an angel?" He stood in the doorway in a long black trench coat. She turned completely to look at him. He was significantly taller than her and his muscular body was blocking the moonlight in the shop. She licked her lips and took a step closer. "Finally come for a taste?" Angel's lip perked up in a smile before he stepped closer to her and his body swayed graciously.

"Hello, Lucy." Her eyes closed as he said her name. It rolled off his tongue beautifully. When her eyes reopened, he was standing only inches from her face. Her grin was fading to an innocent smile when he looked around the shop. "You've made quite a mess." The giggle that came out of her was menacing. Lucy took her own sweeping look across the room.

"I believe I have." He nodded his head and took a step toward the florist, the slight breeze catching the lapel of his coat. He looked down at the lifeless creature and sighed sadly.

"He was probably a good man." Angel reached down and closed the dead man's eyes gently before looking back at the woman. It had been two years since he had last seen her. She looked much the same. Her long, dark brown hair was still slightly wavy and her deep chocolate eyes still beamed with a beautiful glow. To the naked eye, she could be human. Lucy's once tanned skin was now a softer pale that almost made her look ghost-like and the moonlight illuminated her face like the sun. The epitome of stunning was no match for her. Although she was naturally a short woman, her thigh-high boots, hidden by a pair of dark jeans, made her stand nearly six inches taller. Angel towered over her still, smiling at the girl who once knew nothing more of life than living.

"I know he was." The brooding vampire looked in her direction. "I could taste it." Her tongue ran over her pink lips seductively but it only made Angel shiver. Before he could realize it, she was behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist lovingly.

"Why Monterey, Lucy?" She inhaled his scent and opened her eyes.

"Why not?" He turned, feeling his anger bubble.

"Because, you're getting a bit too close for comfort." Lucy shrugged and began walking toward the crimson roses on the far wall of the shop. Lifting one, her polished fingers began plucking each petal off gingerly.

"Darling, San Francisco is miles away." When she reached the center bud of the flower, she dropped the stem and picked up a new one. "It could take me ages to get there." Her eyes flashed deviously toward him. A low growl erupted in his throat and she began pacing toward the door. His eyes followed her. She dropped the stem of the rose and her tone lifted. "Besides, I was thinking of hunkering down here for a while. It's beautiful and I can swim whenever I'd like." She adjusted her coat and put her hand on her hip. Angel looked out the far window to the ocean and smiled.

"The west coast is a big place. You think you can handle it?" Her nonchalant attitude was a polar opposite to her usual demeanor.

"I think I'll be just fine. I've rented a quaint little apartment not far from here. I think it'll be quite comfortable." Defeated, Angel walked passed her out the doorway and began making his way down the road, but not before turning around and leaving her with one last plea.

"Just try not to make such a mess?" She smiled and turned, disappearing into the darkness of the night. He began walking down the dark road before flipping out his cellphone. The number he dialed was all too familiar and he hated having to call but the necessity of the situation outweighed his options. Angel knew he would never hear the end of it from his friend; calling at such a late hour. He knew his oldest comrade was most likely at the butcher's shop getting 'groceries'. The phone rang a few times before an agitated voice answered.

"Damn it, Angel! Are you aware of the bloody time?" Angel smirked into the phone.

"Good to hear from you too, Spike. How are you?" The voice on the other end sighed and the tall vampire could hear movement on the other end of the line.

"Well, I was just getting myself some dinner. And you, mate?" The two chatted for a moment about life and moving on with such until Spike brought up the purpose of Angel's call. "So, why did you call in the first place? In some trouble, are ya?"

"Well, I need you to do me a favor." He could hear the blonde on the other end groan.

"Is this a, 'The world is ending, Spike and I need you to save the day' kind of favor because, you know mate, I am still recovering from all the fun in LA." Angel reached the train station and began looking for the next train home.

"No, nothing like that. I just need you to keep an eye on someone for me." Without question, Spike seemed willing to help his old friend.

"Well, I think I can do that. Just as long as it's not in Sunnydale." Angel chuckled.

"No, but how close are you to Monterey?"