A/N: this takes place during the Angel episode where Drusilla has turned Darla and they decide to take a little shopping spree. it's sorta of a 'WHAT IF' Angel had been turned back into Angelus. hope you like it! please R&R!

Reunion: Chapter 1: Angelus is Back

Angelus POV

Angelus couldn't believe it, he was free again. And all thanks to Wolfram & Hart. As he was walking back to the hotel for a quick drink of Cordy's blood, he caught a familiar scent. It was Darla, no doubt about it. She was alive again, just as he was. He could also smell Dru near. You could never mistake that mix of flowers and blood. He started to follow the scent. Up ahead he saw a boutique. And there they were trying on all sorts of hats just like they used to. As he drew nearer, he could smell blood and fear permeating from the shop. He smiled. They always knew how to have a good time.

Darla POV

Darla was trying on a beautiful wine-colored hat when she sensed him. She immediately vamped out ready for a fight. But as he got nearer he wasn't like he usually was, he didn't smell good at all. He was drenched in the stench of pure concentrated evil.

Angelus POV

"Darla, Drusilla how completely wonderful to see you again," he said. He chuckled under his breath at the shocked look on their faces. "You seem surprised to me."

"Angel, I'm not surprised. Come to ruin our fun?" Darla snidely remarked.

"No, actually I came to watch my girls have fun," immediately Darla's face returned to its human mask.

"Angelus? Are you finally back?" Darla asked incredulously.

"Yeah, you didn't think I'd be gone forever, did you?" he remarked.

"Is Daddy home?" Dru asked timidly.

"Yes, sweetheart, he is," Angelus reassured her.

"Oh, goodie, now we can have fun!" Dru clapped her hands.

Oh, yes, we will, Angelus thought to himself. Buffy Summers watch out, Angelus is back.


Spike POV

Spike was sitting in his crypt thinking about Buffy when he burst through his door.

"Bloody Hell! What did you do that for?" he yelled angrily at the figure in his doorway.

"Oh, chill out Spikey-boy we came for a visit and all you can do is bitch? That's no way to treat family. I thought I taught you better than that," Angelus chuckled.

"Like I care what you think, Peaches. Besides, Buffy's gonna be pissed when she sees you. And what's with this 'we'?" Spike asked not really caring what the answer was.

"We," Darla answered as she and Drusilla walked through the door.

"Bloody Hell! I thought he staked you! And I thought you were having fun down in South America!" Spike said in surprise.

"Things change, William," Angelus remarked.

"What did you call me?!" Spike asked in disbelief.

"What I've called you since I made you," Angelus said calmly.

"Now Buffy's gonna really be pissed!" Spike exclaimed.

"Yes, well I feel like recruiting," Angelus said with a sadistic smile. "And with your connections with her you're gonna help us make four new siblings."

Buffy POV

Buffy Summers couldn't believe how much it was a pain in the ass to have to go to Spike for information. He could never give a direct answer without money or getting his ass kicked all over his crypt. When will he learn? He probably enjoys it, she thought. Gives him something to do besides drink pig's blood and alcohol and watch Passions. I guess life gets pretty boring when you have eternity.

She threw his door open expecting him watching the television, as usual, but she wasn't expecting this. "What the hell are you doing here?" she practically screamed, completely ignoring Drusilla and Darla.

"Nothing, just came for a talk with Spike," Angelus said acting like his soul half.

"Well, you can fight like good little vampires later. I need info," and with that she pushed Angel out of the way and threw Spike against the far wall of his crypt.

"OW! Bloody Hell!" Spike shouted. "Take it easy, will you?" and with that she punched him.

"Information, now! Whine, later!" she commanded.

"Excuse me, Buff, but this is my time!" Angelus bellowed.

"Can't you see I'm busy?" she yelled at him.

"Yes, but I don't like to wait," he said in a cool even tone.

"Tough!" she shouted. "Now, Spike, information on what's going down now!"

"God, Slayer, cool down," he said in his famous 'I'm-not-going-to-tell-you' voice. And with that he received very hard blow to his crotch.

As this was all going on Dru and Darla looked on in amusement. It was fascinating to watch at how the Slayer didn't even care or notice Angelus's or their presence. It wouldn't last long. After all, Angelus was known for his short temper. But, somehow, he seemed to be restraining himself from breaking her neck. And when she left, Spike was bruised, but that was nothing compared to what he could expect from his Sire.

Angelus POV

Angelus waited outside Buffy's window, waiting for her to go to sleep. As he watched and waited he saw with satisfaction that she had cut herself on a small knife she had been testing for bluntness. She only hesitated for a second before she started to suck on it readily....hungrily. He chuckled. So, the Slayer has a lust for blood. Who would have seen that coming? That's one for the Watcher's Diaries. When he came back to reality, he saw that she had fallen asleep. He then, using his vampiric skills, jumped off the tree branch and onto her roof, in front of her window. He opened the window slowly not wanting to wake her, and climbed in.

Spike POV

Spike watched thoughtfully as he saw his Sire climb into the Slayer's bedroom. He knew it was her bedroom because he himself had spent many a night sitting on the branch that Angelus had just vacated and watched her. He knew Angelus had plans for Buffy. He quickly snuffed out the cigarette he'd been smoking while leaning on the tree trunk. He then as quickly and gracefully as a cat jumped onto Buffy's roof. He steadily approached her window knowing that an unwanted confrontation was about to unfold.

Spike POV

Angelus suddenly sensed a presence behind him. He turned quickly and twisted whoever-it-was's arm behind their back.

"Bloody Hell! What the hell are you doing?" a familiar voice said.

"Spike?" he asked incredulously.

"Who'd you think it was? Dracula?" Spike growled.

"What are you doing? Why the hell are you here?" Angelus asked quietly though very pissed.

"Wondering what you're doing, you bastard!" Spike whispered though if they weren't in danger of waking Buffy he would have shouted it with all the air in his dead lungs.

"Nothing, just summarizing the enemy," Angelus lied calmly just like he always could. He let go of Spike roughly and quickly checked on Buffy, he didn't want to wake her.

"You always were a good liar," Spike said smoothly.

"You know Spike, since you are my Childe I feel like making a deal with you," Angelus said in a business-like tone.

"Go to hell, you sick fuck," growled Spike.

"I've been there because of her, and I don't feel like it again. The deal is I get that chip out of your head and you don't interfere with my plan, okay?" he suggested in an innocent it-will-be-so-easy voice. He held out his hand for Spike to shake.

Spike hesitated. This could hurt Buffy and part of him didn't want that to happen, but the other part would have eagerly jumped at the chance to be rid of her and the chip. He stared at his Sire's hand. It was fascinating. Something that was so simple and ordinary could cause so much pain and suffering to so many people. He finally asked, "What is your plan?"

"Oh, don't worry, William. I won't hurt Buffy. I just want to have a chat," Angelus answered smoothly.

Though it pained him to do this, he shook his Sire's hand knowing that he had just sealed Buffy's and who knows how many other's fate.

Angelus POV

As soon as Spike had left, Angelus looked over thoughtfully at the sleeping girl only a few feet from him. She looked so pretty when she was asleep, so peaceful.

"I do believe, Slayer, that Spike has taken a liking to you," he said sadistically.

He walked over and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. He caressed her face lightly before writing her a nice poem.

'Roses are red

So is blood

I'd like to be fed

With your flood'

And next to the poem was a picture of her with her neck bared and showing two small puncture wounds. The only color in it was the liquid coming from the wounds. He had gone to the trouble to make it red. A very deep red. When she sees it, she will think it's paint or some other such thing. But no, the bitch was gonna find out........it's blood.