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Description: AU Right after Destiny. Spike and Angel get a blast from the past: Two old friends, Deja and Deliria, come to town to see if the rumors about Angel and Wolfram & Hart are true. Angel is faced with the question of what makes someone really evil. Rated M for violence, gore, bloodplay and graphic sex in future chapters. Please R&R

Dominion

by Kat Zombie

The street was dark and deserted, but the night was far from over; they still had at least four hours till sunrise. They stopped in front of a clothing shop, and Deliria turned to admire the dress that was on display; crimson red and luxurious, she considered breaking into the shop and trying it on.

"Beautiful…" Deja's voice brought her out of her musings.

"I know. But I saw it first, so I get to wear it first." Deliria replied.

"What? Wear?" Deja turned to find her sister looking at a red dress inside a shop. She sighed, "Not the dress, Del. The boy."

Deliria turned to see what her older sister was speaking about and spotted the mortal man in the alley. He had curly blonde hair and glasses and seemed to be weeping as he held on to a piece of paper. "Oh," Deliria said.

"He's beautiful," Deja repeated.

"I suppose. If you like that sort of thing," Deliria did not hide the disdain from her voice, usually her taste in mates tended to go toward the more demonic.

"I do like that sort of thing," Deja turned to glare playfully at her.

Deliria smirked, "Seems like someone beat you to it, darling."

"What?" Deja turned back to the alley in time to see a brunette woman speaking to the boy. There was a muted exchange and then the woman's face shifted, revealing her true nature.

Deliria's smirk turned into a suppressed chuckle, "Ooh, half-breed."

Deja snarled, "Half-breed."

As the woman-vampire sunk her fangs into the boy's neck, his blue eyes widened and, across the street, met Deja's and they locked gazes. She gave a short gasp as an abrupt flood of images entered her brain, all about him, and she knew him, suddenly. William. His name was William and that's all that mattered to her for that seemingly unending instant. And then suddenly it was over, he was dying and then being reborn as Deja and Deliria turned and headed up the opposite street, Deja leading the way.

She needn't intervene in his path now.

They would meet again.

Centuries later, Deja awoke with a start, clutching at her bare chest. Memories of William and the brief time Deliria and she had shared with him and his dark family still invaded her mind. She had not thought of them in centuries and now felt a strange but pressing urge to see him.

Deja frowned then stood up from her bed to grab her silk robe and exit her bedroom to go and find her younger sister.

Deliria's room was dark with a bit of daylight poking in through her heavy curtains and smelled suspiciously of burnt flesh and blood. She saw her sister curled up in bed, naked except for the black silk sheets barely hiding her, and wrapped lasciviously around a sleeping red demon. Deja smiled affectionately as she watched her sleeping sister. The demon stirred in his sleep, his heavy hand running up Deliria's smooth milky-white thigh, pulling her closer. His face was almost human-looking except for the two protruding black horns in his forehead and feline-like nose, not to mention the fangs peeking out from under his upper lip. He was massive and deeply muscled and Deliria looked minuscule next to him.

"Deliria…" she said her name softly, trying not to disturb the sleeping demon.

"Mmmm… Go away." Deliria groaned, snuggling closer to the demon, who seemed happy to oblige her. His tail –at least Deja hoped it was his tail- came up from under the sheets to wrap around her sister's thigh and the demon purred, buried his head in her sister's neck.

"Ugh, Gods… Del, wake up." Deja raised her voice slightly, not wanting to witness any more of this.

"I'm awake," her sister's green eyes opened and met hers, registering mild annoyance, "Can you tell me why you're standing in my bedroom, please?"

"I need a favor."

Deliria blinked.

"I need you to help me track William down.""

"William? William the Bloody, William?" Del raised her thin arched brows as she sat up on her elbows, the sheet dropping to reveal her milky-white, perky round breasts. Her black hair was straight and it cascaded down her back, shocking against her white skin.

Deja crossed her arms involuntarily, always feeling a slight pang of envy towards her sister's endowments. Where her sister was petite and voluptuous, Deja was tall and slender. "Yes, William."

"And why do you need me, again?" Deliria, ever the brat.

"Because, you're the only one of us that his darling Drusilla can stand, don't you remember?" Deja's lip curled in disdain whenever she mentioned Drusilla's name.

Deliria grinned, remembering the last time they had all seen each other, "Oh, yeah… Man, she hates your guts."

"Exactly. Now, I know she's here in London—"

"How do you know?"

"I know, ok? Anyway, I need you to speak with her, ask her if she knows where he is."

Deliria laid back down, into her demon lover's welcoming arms, "Fine. Did you mean now?"

"Of course not. It's daytime, darkling."

"It is? And you still woke me up? You know, for someone who likes to drabble on about traditions and what not, you sure know how to break a bunch of them."

Deja smiled, "I guess I do." She turned to go back to her bedroom, then turned back at the doorway, "Del? Keep it down a bit, okay?"

Deliria snickered as her demon lover started to purr and nibble on her neck.

It was night and Deja sat between a young couple in her plush bed. The man was blonde and recently dead; the woman was a brunette and near death as Deja absent-mindedly drank from her wrist. She heard the front door to their apartment open and she let the girl's wrist limply fall to the bed as Deja stood up. She wore a black satin blouse and gray twill wide-leg trousers with black stiletto pumps, her red curly hair worn loose, cascading down her shoulders and back, thick and lavish. She heard Deliria's footsteps getting closer and when she opened her bedroom door, Deliria's face greeted her with a grin.

"Well, I guess you've had dinner?" Del motioned to the couple on the bed.

"Eh, I wasn't really hungry," Deja shrugged. From the bed, the woman made a low groaning sound. Perhaps it was a death rattle, Deja was not really paying attention.

"Well, I spoke to Dru and she still hates you."

"Uh huh…"

"Last she heard, William –or Spike, as he likes to be called- was in some Hellmouth called Sunnydale. In California. And get this, he was in love with a Slayer."

"A vampire slayer?"

"No, a donkey slayer. What do you think?"

"Interesting," Deja couldn't help a smile.

"Interesting? Bloody ridiculous is what I think. Anyway, that Hellmouth's been closed, you know? At least that's what Darko tells me."

"Darko? Who is Darko?"

"He was in my room this morning," Deliria smiled, reminiscing.

"Oh. Darko, huh? He doesn't look like he would be named Darko. It sounds so … human."

Del shrugged, "Darko is his name. Unless I've been screaming the wrong thing for the past week…"

"So, either way, you're trying to tell me we're back at square one? We don't know where he is?"

"Dej, you didn't let me finish!" Del pouted.

"All right, go on."

"Darko also said, that he's got some friends in L.A. that tell him Spike is there. With, get this, Angelus. Apparently Angelus is running a law firm."

"An law firm."

"Well it's not just any law firm, silly. It's the L.A. office for Wolfram & Hart." Del finished the sentence with a big grin.

"Really? But I thought he had a soul."

"Yeah, he does. But apparently they are letting him run it because of something he did last year about ending world peace … I dunno. Darko doesn't get it either," Del rolled her eyes. She wore a pair of black low-cut, worn-in jeans and a very tight Samhain t-shirt. She reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, which she proceeded to light.

"Well, I guess we're going to California," Deja smiled and walked to her closet, starting to look for luggage.

"What, are you kidding me? California?"

"Yes, and I'll hear no arguing. We leave tomorrow and that's that. You should start packing, too."

Deliria sighed and rolled her eyes, turning to go to her bedroom.

"Oh and Del?" Deja called over her shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"Make sure Darko stays in California."

"Oh, that's okay. Darko is dead as of tomorrow morning," Del smiled as she walked away.

Deja chuckled, "You kids and your summer romances."