Title: Boxed Bleach, Cheap Hotels and a RV

Rating: T for language and some suggestive dialogue

Summary: Spike and Buffy are on the run from the law in an RV, traveling together to escape from a massacre in Sunnydale. Flashbacks to the vamping of Will, Xand, Dawn, as well as snippet's of Spike's past. Story has been revamped.

Disclaimer: OK, none of the characters are mine, they all belong to joss n' company, and Waffle House, to whatever company owns them.

Part 1

OK Buffy, how'd you get yourself into this one? Not that it was hard or anything, but this? You stoop to this? Buffy sat in the passenger's seat of the RV. The stars shown through the windshield and the cool night air rushed in the window as the RV zoomed out of Sunnydale. It was over, it was officially over. 'It' being a sane life as a slayer. She had no one left, except of course for the man, well, thing, she had agreed to run away from the cops with. The police wouldn't believe her, no one would. She'd sound like a crazy lunatic ranting and raving about vampires, demons, and the Hellmouth. But the police were the least of her worries, she had to find a safe place to stop and rest, with him. "Pull over, we need to stop. It'll be morning soon, and if we don't find somewhere; you'll be dust. I can't loose someone else right now."

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Sunnydale, winter 2003

"I'll only be gone for a few days guys. I promise. Spike wanted someone to pick him up from the airport in L.A. after his stint in Africa. Apparently he's kinda freaked out about something." Buffy looked around the table in the Magic Shop, every Scooby was there, by her side, yet again.

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"Well, well if it isn't the one and only Willow." Angelus stepped from an alleyway to great the redhead on her way to the Bronze.

"Angel? What are you doing here? I thought you were in L.A. with that whole, law firm thing." Willow said, caught completely by surprise.

"Got bored, thought I'd stop down to see the gang. Check up on Buffy, you know." He grinned at her.

"Oh – uh – okay. But, Buffy's not in town. She's up in L.A. She was supposed to call you."

"I've been out of L.A. on business for a while. Something just started to fall apart." This is going to be easier than I thought. Angelus scanned the streets for onlookers.

"Ah, business stuff. Well, the gang who's here, we're all meeting at the Bronze if you-" Willow gasped as a fist swung at her, she had no time to react before she slunk to the ground unconscious.

"Isn't it always business?" Angelus scooped up Willow's body and fled into the darkness of the alley.

"Willow's been missing for two days. This isn't good. Xander, can't we do something?!" Dawn paced back and forth in the shop.

"I'm sure she's fine. After all, didn't Mr. Giles tell her to take a break if she felt she needed one. I'm pretty sure this is a break." Anya worked at stocking shelves.

"You're right Dawnie, it's not like Will to be gone. But she's still getting over Tara, remember? She probably just needed some more time away." Xander looked over at the brunette. I would've expected some kind of note.

"It's time to close up shop. Do you still need help with your math?" Anya asked Dawn as she walked back from locking the front door, and securing the deadbolt. She didn't notice the unlocked door to the training room.

"Yeah. Do you know geometry?"

"Does it involve money?"

"Well, no. But we could make it."

"Then sure, I can do geometry." Anya sat down next to Dawn and began to draw dollar signs in front of the numbers in her book.

"Always trying to make a buck. You think after all these years…" Angelus walked into the main room of the shop from the back door.

"Angel?" Dawn gaped.

"Hey Dawn, long time, no see, oh wait, I forgot. I haven't seen you…"

"Now that wasn't very nice from the undead guy. I thought you were in L.A.?" Xander eyed Dawn and moved towards Angel.

"Nope. Business trip. Besides, thought I'd check in on you all. Make sure that something's working around here." Angel pulled a sword off of one of the shelves.

"Now, you know you have to pay for that. And if you break something – " Anya stopped as Angelus put the tip of the sword to her throat.

"I won't be paying."

"Xander, that's not Angel, is it?" Dawn whispered as she and Xander stood frozen in place.

"No, and I think you should run."

"I think you should stay." Angel quickly moved the sword from Anya's neck to Dawn's.

"Anya, go." Xander motioned for her to run to the front door. Anya sprinted towards the door, fumbling to find the right key.

"Crap, I knew I didn't need to keep all these." She struggled, trying a few different keys in the lock. Tears were rising in Dawn's eyes as Angelus smashed in the glass countertop and picked out a nice dagger from the selection. Xander dove to knock him over but was too late, the dagger had hit Anya in the side of the neck and she slumped to the ground. Xander began punching Angelus until his fists bled, Angelus only laughing up at him.

"What Harris, don't have anything better than that?" Angelus reached up and stabbed Xander in the chest with a piece of glass from the counter.

"No!" Dawn screamed as she ran towards Xander. Angelus scooped up Dawn as she pounded her fists against his chest, which she soon found was useless.

"Dawn!" Xander reached out towards the door as everything soon went black.

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Xander woke up in a hospital bed hooked up to an IV. He glanced at the table beside his bed, on it lay a piece of parchment with a rose tied to it. He shuddered. Giles had gotten a rose when Miss Calendar – he didn't want to think about who was on it. Slowly he unrolled the parchment, it was a beautiful drawing of Anya with tears in her eyes, and a dagger through her throat. Xander burst into tears as he thought of what had happened.

"Knock, knock. Here to take your temperature." A nurse walked in, pulling a cart. The door shut and Xander couldn't react quickly enough to warn her. He'd snapped her neck, then walked over to the bedside.

"People in this hospital tend to die. You're no use to me dead." Angelus said as he picked up Xander by the shoulders and sunk his teeth into his neck.

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Buffy returned with her peroxide cargo to Revello Drive. She was hoping that the gang wouldn't be there so she wouldn't have to answer many questions. Thankfully no one was home.

"Well, you can stay here…the basement tends to be sunless so it's probably the best room for you. Besides, it's the biggest." She helped him carry his bags inside.

"Thank you Buffy." Spike smiled weakly at her. The trip had been rough. He'd had to adjust quickly to his soul, which hadn't really been a welcome part of him. "Slayer, no one's been here in a while." Spike glanced around the room. "It smells empty."

"Dawn was staying with Xander and Anya for the weekend."

"No luv, it's been empty since you left to get me."

"How can you tell?" Buffy was starting to feel uneasy. Spike was right, the house felt…empty.

"First off, no new mail. Then there's the lack of people scents in the house, which, knowing lil' bit, is telling because she always forgets something." Spike wandered through the first floor of the house and found them. They weren't as he remembered, probably a copycat artist, but the idea was the same. Angelus had left them of his victims, but Angel was safe in the city of angels, en-souled and all. "Buffy – you should –" Spike paused as he looked at the first sheet of notebook paper. Damn. He shuffled the sheets around so she'd see that one last.

"What are those? They look like – oh my god, no…no…" Buffy crumbled to the floor as she saw the drawing. It was Willow but she was all lumpy in the head, followed by Xander and Dawn. On the pages was a smearing of blood and underneath, their respective signatures. "They-they…"

"They're real. The blood is human, from three separate people." Spike knelt down beside Buffy and gathered her into his arms. He carried her upstairs and put her in her bed. He went back downstairs and studied the drawings. They were so lifelike, so Angelus-like. Spike picked up the phone and dialed his grand-sire's number.

"Hello, this is Angel."

"'Ey Peaches. Just checking up. How's LA?" Spike felt almost surprised that Angel had picked up. Yet, why should he have been, the elder vampire was in LA with his company, and his soul.

"LA's fine. The sun's great. You know." Angel sounded frustrated.

"Well, sorry to bother you. I'll leave you be."

"Thanks. Bye."

"Ponce." Spike burned the drawings with his lighter, went upstairs, and curled up on the floor beside Buffy's bed.

A/N – Greatly appreciate reviews on the changes. I decided to make it a little bit more interesting with the dramatic re-entry of Angelus as I love how evil he can be. The next part 're-vamped' should be up within the week.