Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Angel, or The Originals I'm just borrowing them.

Chapter 1:

He could smell the dawn coming as he turned onto Bourbon Street. Spike pulled his black 2014 DodgeSRT Viper up to an old dilapidated abandoned warehouse. He jumped out of the car, grabbed his duffel bag, and made it inside as the first rays of sunlight started to break through the clouds. He muttered as he lit a cigarette, "Bollocks."

He hated being trapped, but thanks to the accursed sunlight he was stuck. He decided he needed sleep, so he shed his duster, and leaned back , finished his cigarette, and drifted off into a restless sleep. As soon as his eyes closed the all to familiar nightmare began. He saw Gunn being eviscerated by a huge centaur, then he saw Illyria get torn apart by thousands of little trolls. Then he saw Connor who had joined his father get vaporized by the dragon's fiery breath. Lastly he saw Angel get pulverized, and finally get his head torn off by a an ogre. He awoke in a cold blood sweat just like every other time he had slept in past 10 years. He heaved an unneeded sigh, and lit a cigarette with a shaky hand as he said, "Buggerin hell how long am I going to have the bloody dreams."

A voice said, "Not much longer I assure you."

Spike leapt to his feet, and growled as he threw down his half smoked cigarette, "Who the buggerin hell are you, and what d'ya mean?"

A short wiry black kid with dreadlocks, and a wispy goatee stepped out of the shadows, and sneered as he vamped out, "It means that since you'll be dinner it won't matter very much if you have nightmares."

Spike shot his attacker an evil smirk as he too vamped out, and growled, "I've dealt with your kind o vamp before mate, an I gotta say I ain't impressed."

And with that Spike went on the attack. He hit the vamp in the stomach with a roundhouse, then followed it up with a right cross to the jaw. When his fist made contact Spike felt the satisfying crunch of his jawbone. The other vamp picked himself up off the dirty ground, and snarled, "You'll pay for this."

Spike quipped, "Oh really; an who exactly is goin ta make me pay whelp?"

The other vamp replied, "Marcel."

Spike's eyes flashed a feral yellow as he roared, "Marcel's here? Where is he?"

The other vamp sneerd, "Like I'd tell you. Get real"

Spike snarled, "Wrong answer mate."

And with that he ripped the other vamp's heart out. He was about to leave when he spotted the daylight ring on the vamp's finger. He squatted down, and slid it off as he mumbled, "Nice ring."

And with that he slipped the ring on his finger. Then he threw his coat over his head, and made a mad dash for his car. Partway there he realized he wasn't burning. Tentatively he lowered his coat, and just stood basking in the sunlight. It had been well over a century since he last felt the sun, but he had more important things to do than stand in the sun all day. He jumped into his car, and rolled the windows all the down as he started the car up, and roared off for the French Quarter. He remembered that's where Marcel hung his hat. Spike lit a cigarette as he pulled up in front a huge nightclub. He stepped out of the car, and sauntered up to the bouncers, and was about to enter, when one of the bouncers said, "I don't think so Billy Idol."

Spike arched a scarred brow as he quipped, "Well I do ya buggerin ponce."

And with that he ripped one of the bouncer's throats out, and drained the other one dry. As soon as the blood slid down his throat he felt immense power course through his veins. He smirked evilly as he made his face change back to his human one, and walked into the club. He was watching Klause talk to Marcel, when he caught sight of Rebekah walking from the bar with a girl that smelled like a werewolf. He smirked as he snuck up behind Rebekah, and dog girl, and said, "Hello love. Fancy meetin you here."