Summery : Just as the title says, this is a story of what could have happened if Spike's origins had been different. What if all the vampires sired by Dru turned out wrong. Including Spike. If he never lost his soul and started out as a white-hat? This was just an Idea I had kicking around. It will take you all threw the major points of Spike's history all the way up to and including his dieing to save the world.

Disclaimer: These characters and base concept are not mine. They belong to Joss Whedon and M.E. I'm just putting a new twist to part of his inspired vision.

A Different Beginning

1 Miss Edith's Promise

"ANGELUS! She's doing that thing again!" Angelus came in to the room to see an irritated Darla and a naked dancing Drusilla. Dru was swinging around singing to herself. As Darla who was dressed to go out for the evening looked thoroughly irritated. She barely tolerated Drusilla on a normal basis, she really couldn't stand when Drusilla's insanity delayed them.

"Drusilla, get dressed. We are going out" he said in his sire voice which the girl immediately halted.

"Oh No!" Darla growled, "We are going now, she can just stay here…. Maybe an empty stomach will teach her to not keep us waiting!" and by 'us' she meant her.

Drusilla didn't seem to care, "Yes, you go grandmummy, Miss Edith and I have much to do tonight. The stars they sing… sing a lovely song…" she began to dance around again.

Darla's eyes narrowed. She took a menacing step towards the girl. Angelus spoke before Darla blew up. "Did you have a vision?"

Dru paused. And looked at Angelus blankly. She then smiled and tiled her head, "Princess will have a knight of her very own…. Miss Edith promised."

Angelus rolled his eyes, "Oh she did, Did she? Dru what did we say about you making yourself new toys?"

For some reason, most likely do to her insanity, every time Dru has turned someone, they have turned out wrong.

Darla smirked, "Remember the one that was so sensitive to wood he dusted when he got a splinter in his thumb? How about the one who could not call forth his demon? You had to stake the poor bastard so he didn't starve."

Darla found Dru's creations entertaining in a twisted sort of way. It was like a game of 'guess the flaw' but of course as soon as they did she had Angelus dust them. There can not be such weak links in the Aurelius line. The only one they even considered keeping was the last one. He turned out to not have a sunlight allergy. Unfortunately, The first rainstorm he was in he went up like a roman candle. That was when Angelus put his foot down. No more turning for Dru.

Dru shrugged and continued to dance.

"Dru…" Angel started in his Sire voice.

"Forget her!" Darla growled. "I'm hungry and we're wasting moonlight. Who cares what she does? Whatever she makes probably won't last a week anyway. I'm threw waiting. I'm leaving NOW. You can either join me or baby-sit her." Contrary to her words her tone said he only had one choice. Well one choice if he wanted to stay in Darla's good graces.

With one last glance at Drusilla, who at the moment was dancing around not paying the slightest attention to anything else, he followed Darla out the door. Catching up to Darla he knew better then to bring up Dru again. So he decided to push it out of his mind for now and just clean up whatever mess she created later.

The moment they left Dru stopped dancing. She hurried to dress talking to Miss Edith. "Tonight I shall find my knight…" Miss Edith told her. Miss Edith never lies, "Sits upon a balance never known to this world. Strong and brave. Holds the potential to make the world bleed. But can heal it too. All for love. Forever for love." To get her dark prince, "So I'll make him love me…"

Slipping out in to the night. She went in search of her dark knight…