A/N: Well, this is a sequal to my not-so-smash hit Little Bad. I was going to make it Spike & William, but so many little Spike stories suddenly appeared after Little Bad that I just didn't want to continue with the trend. Not that they're not good little Spike stories. Just wanted to do something a bit different. Timeline issues as always are a problem with this as there was no actual season involved in Little Bad itself and considering Toth, you'd think Season 5 Buffy and Season 2 Angel, but Fred and Lorne were in the prequal, so...yeah. Haha. Majorly out of whack, but I hope you like it. =) Please review. Review a lot. It encourages me to continue.

Little Devil, Little Angel

Chapter One

Angel hissed in agony as the demon's sword impaled his abdomen. He didn't like this demon, not at all. It had a sword...a sword that was now in his abdomen. It was also dressed in a way that made him think of child molesters - in other words, straight out of Neverland. A complete Peter Pan getup, from the green tights to the green hat. To make matters worse, the alley in which they were fighting smelled distinctly like urine.

"That wasn't very nice!" the former Scourge of Europe scolded, yanking the weapon out with a whimper. "I wouldn't do that to you...." He swung at the demon, precisely connecting with the beast's arm. "Okay. I lied."

"Oi! Sire!"

And as always, Spike created a sizeable distraction for any demon wanting a bite out of his sire. Not that he meant to. The younger vampire just had a superior lack of a little thing Angel liked to call "common sense".

And since Spike was so good at distracting Angel, the Lost Boy From Hell made the quick and clever move of bringing the heavy bladed instrument over the dark-haired vampire's head, causing Angel to fall to the ground in a half-conscious state.

"Oh Bloody Hell! Sorry!" The younger vampire lunged at Peter Pan. "Look, mate, I know he's poofy-looking, but that's no reason to hit him." He punched the demon in the nose. "Reason to hit you, maybe, but..."

"VAMPIRE!" Spike turned towards the booming voice to see a black-robed, reptilian looking demon with a big stick. "Inform me of the whereabouts of the slayer."

Spike snorted. "Or what? You'll hit me with your big stick?" He actually really wanted to tell Snakey Snake Snake where the slayer was, but then Angel might just stake him and that wouldn't be good. Not at all. "You're in L.A. Try somewhere a little farther along the coast." That wasn't informing. That was moving him away from here. Angelus couldn't get in a hissy fit about that, could he?

"Spike!" his sire growled from the ground.

Or maybe he could.

"Specifics, vampire. Or pay the consequences."

"Right. And who are you again?"

"My name is Toth."

"Well, Toth, I don't bloody well know so you'd best bugger off."

Spike turned his back dismissively on the annoying Toth character and returned his precious attention to Peter Pan, who was being strangely docile and attempting to collect the blood from his bleeding nose in a jar.

"What the..." Spike trailed off, looking at the milky white blood.

Peter Pan, milk blood, jar....OH BLOODY HELL.

"'S you!" he exclaimed. "You're a Borna Demon!" He backed away, nearly tripping over the still dazed Angel. Peter Pan shot him a menacing smile that was far more characteristic of the classic villain, Hook, in Spike's opinion.

"Damn you, Vampire!" Toth thundered from behind.

"A bit busy here, Toth ol' boy," Spike replied, his eyes not leaving the dreaded Borna demon.

He didn't see Toth raise his big stick, but he did see the little drops of milky blood race in slow motion towards his skin.

"NOOOOOOOO!!!" He shouted in pure, unadulterated terror.

But then there was his sire, up and about in his expensive shoes, heroically shoving his annoying childe out of the way. Why? Because Angel was a hero and always would be. Angel was a champion.

And when Spike groaned and opened his eyes, he found himself on the urine-covered floor of the alley. Toth was gone. So was Peter Pan.

And where was his sire?

"Peaches? Sire? Angel?" He looked around frantically. "Bloody Hell, where are you, y'poof!?" The Big Bad scrambled to his feet, caught in a bit of a panic. That's when he caught scent of something. Angel's scent and...something else. Something that was really bad. Very evil. More evil than him. Slightly insane, too.

Angelus?

Two identical little boys. Against a dumpster. Peering up at him.

"Will!" one squealed, launching himself at the startled Spike. "You're okay!" Little arms wrapped around his leg.

"Boy," the other growled. "I'm gonna make you bleed..." This one paused for a moment, fiddling with his fingers, picking at his little nails. "Lots," he added decidedly. "I'm gonna make you bleed lots."

Son of a bitch.

TBC...