AN/Disclaimer: Note I don't own any of the Buffy characters or Angel's or twilight's. This story kind of sort of follows the season 8 comics; it also follows an idea for a role playing website which I'm trying to build. I'm also looking for a beta. Anyone that would love to be one please message me.

Summary: When Angel and his gang arrive in Scotland they get their lives saved by a petite green eyed brown hair girl named Ally and her friend Nessie. She leads them back to her families' pub only to find out that Ally is their old friend Buffy's long lost relative. Spike has a feeling they're hiding something but he can't really get anything with the Cullen family blocking any chance of the truth. Will they find out the real lives of their once friends? Only through Spike's imaginary music can help them.

Taking Chances

The dream, the buzz, and the cemetery

Still, he had to stay still. He had to not move anyone of his muscles to excuse himself from the sharp pain running through his veins. He was standing in pitch black darkness. Spike needed to move but he was in too much pain. The battle that made Los Angeles fall, the bagttle that had that killed one of the most brilliant men he had met, and turned Gunn into what he hated the most since his sister's death. Wesley was dead, Gunn was undead, Illyria was bleeding to death and Angel was . . . alive. The vampire had signed his soul away and still received his life. As for Spike, he was not sure if he was dying or alive. All he knew he was in pain. His arms were out of their sockets, his right ankle was broken, and blood dripped down from his arms down to his hands and dripping onto the dark floor. The shock of pain shook him again. waves of pain as if someone was scrapping every inch of his body off with sand paper. He needed to move. He needed to get his mind off the pain. He tried to find anything other than the pain. But he saw nothing, there was only darkness.

He wasn't sure how long he stood there when he heard it. There was a dim sound that came from the distance. He tried to make it out as he forced himself to ignore another wave of pain. It was a continuous sound, faint, and far away. It was buzzing. He noticed the more he concentrated on the sound he was losing the feeling of his arms. Or was it just that the pain was subsiding? The buzz became louder it now sounded like wind. Spike was sure the longer he concentrated it became louder. A little more he was now able to move. He seemed to not be walking but to be gliding.

Spike was able to feel his body fully healed, but it didn't matter, it was the wind now that he wondered. Was it the sound of the wind that had caused him to fly? He saw a dim light now, growing bigger by the second as he flew closer to it. The sound was now a low melody. The light became too large for him that he was swallowed into the light.

Spike's eyelids flew open revealing his blue sparkling eyes. The fuzzy vision of the airplane's rug was the first sight he was greeted with. He shifted his vision around, Illyria was sitting with Angel, Gunn was asleep in his chair with the window shade down. His body was covered by a blanket. Spike moved to get off his seat only to bite back from the pain from his arm. It seemed his left arm was healed but his right was still broken. He looked down to see the arm wrapped now in a bandage. It was only within seconds when Angel had limped his way over.

"Rough dream?" Angel said

Spike looked at the man. He saw Angel was as badly beaten as much as Spike was himself. "You can say that" Spike told him before he looked to the sunlight proof window on his left. "Where are we?"

"Heading to Scotland" he told him.
"Why are we heading to Scotland?" Spike retorted.
"Buffy and the gang have base there" Spike raised his eyebrow at him.
"Didn't Buffy tell that dimwit of a lackey, Andrew that you were one of the bad guys?" Angel sighed and nodded.
"They will understand after hearing our story" Spike chuckled which made Angel look at him.
"What?"

Spike took a small breath in. "Hey Buffy! We got the living crap beat out of us, and now Los Angeles is in ruins, can we stay with you lot?" Spike said doing his best imitation of Angel. But the imitation did nothing to Angel; instead he leaned back in his seat closing his eyes as he made himself comfortable in the cushy chair.

"Beats fighting anymore"
"At least some of us can still fight, your mortal now mate bet you're going to use that to your advantage"
"What do you mean?"
"No soul, free to get dirty without going all big bad on us . . ." Angel glared at Spike.
"I have a girlfriend"
"Right wolf girl how is she right now? Does she know you're out to see your ex?"
"I'm not go . . . didn't we have this conversation on our way to Rome?" Angel exclaimed.

When they had arrived, to Scotland it was sundown. Angel had kept trying to call head quarters but no one was picking up. They had decided to take a cab up to the place instead of adventuring while they were still healing. They had a hard time trying to get one since Illyria threaten to make each one after the other into ground beef. It had taken them an hour later, just about long enough for Spike to yell at most of the drivers and paying double to drive them to some costume convention that was supposedly being held at the castle. The headquarters was in a castle not far from the city.

"You think of a better idea" Gunn told Angel as he protested to the idea Gunn had created to get the cab drivers to drive them up.

Though the cab driver had stop outside the gates.

"The castle is up the hill through the cemetery ladies" he told them. "I can't get through the gates due to restrictions by the owners of the grounds"

Spike looked at him as he got the bags out of the car. ". . . By the ground's owners?"

Gunn went over to the gates and touched them. He hand the metal bars of the large gates. "Buffy must have bought the land thinking it would be blocking everyone from the city from entering private property"

Illyria stood looking into space. "I can feel the presences of demons" she looked at the men "It would be a wonderful practice" Gunn chuckled.

"I don't think you should be practicing after the fight we got into" Illyria's eyes locked with him. "It should be good practice for your new form"

Spike noticed something wiggling in the corner of his eye. He glanced over to the cab driver. The cab driver seemed to become uneasy in his own seat as he watched the group mutter to themselves. "Right . . . well that will be the night. Have fun at yeerr convention there." He said starting his car up which made them remember he was still there. Angel reached into his pockets.

"Right let me pay . . ." he started but the driver had driven away before he had finished.

"Well now" Spike spoke up. "It's into the cemetery it is . . ." he said kicking the gate open with his foot since his good arm was holding his one duffle bag.

They had walked for over an hour. Illyria had fun to any small vampires that had come across them. She had punched through each one of their heads as they walked on into the cemetery. Gunn had been following the map that Willow had sent them a year back when they had set up the place. "Yo man I don't see this castle of yours anywhere you sure we're in the right place?"

Angel sighed as he came to a stop. He stretched out his arm that was hurting him. "We should be coming to a hill soon. The castle it's at the top of it."

"You talking about the slayer's castle?"

The gang turned around to find a group of five strange demons walking towards them. The demons were clothed in large jeans but their shirts had been ripped in places that were still manageable to stay on their back. Their skin colors were green with boils that reached from their arms to their well built torso. Angel and the others stood their ground. Gunn was the first to speak.

"Ya! Have you seen it around here?"

"What business do you have with the castle?" asked one of the demons

"We're just meeting old friends" Angel told them with a straight face.

"Friends . . . ?" the main demon asked looking at all of them. "You people . . . friends with the slayers . . ." he said as if he was analyzing something. "The slayers killed my brother"

"Well maybe he did something he shouldn't have mate" Spike said in a cheery mood which made the main demon grow angry. He walked closer to Spike slowly.

"You think so?" he asked Spiked eyeing him throw his yellow eyes. Spike smirked. "Must of . . . if he got his ass handed to him"

"Spike!" Angel protested but it was too late. The demon punched went to punch Spike and missed only to go after Angel next who was closer. The head demon laughed at least hitting somebody and quickly picked Angel up holding him with one arm trying to crush his ribs.

Gunn ran up and jumped on the demon's back that had attacked Angel while Spike and Illyria handle with the goons. Angel had gotten up to punch him in the face. Spike had thrown one of the goons across the air which had caused the demon break a headstone in half when he finally fell onto the floor. Illyria quickly dislocated her goon's head and had grabbed a broken piece of the headstone and stabbed the goon with it straight into its own chest following with crushing its head with her foot.

Soon after she was knocked off her feet by Gunn that was thrown off by the demon after tryong to shake him off. Spike had been kicked to the ground by the other two goons he was handling. Angel struggled against the demon as he secretly swore things were easier when he was a vampire. The goons walked closer to the hurt Spike laughing at his fragileness. Angel was loosing color under the hold.

"Stupid human think you can beat us"

"No but we can" yelled a young melody voice from behind. The demon goons turned around quickly only to have flaming arrows shot at them. The force from it threw them back onto their backs. As arrows flew Spike tried to see where they were shot from when two strong hands had picked him up. He turned to see a large tan native looking man with long black hair holding him and dragging him away from the fight.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" Spike asked him. He heard the male bark a chuckle.

"I think that's what I should be asking you" he told him as he placed him down at a nearby tree. Spike was going to try to attack, but failed as a wave a pain went through him. One battle after another is never good for the body human or vampire.

"Relax blondie." the man told him. "We're the good guys".

Spike noticed the guy was only in a hooded blue sweater and large dark jeans. His eyes loomed over to where Illyria and Gunn were. Spike followed his gaze, catching a glimpse of a small girl with very pale skin and small brown curls not far from where they had sat. She was shooting flaming arrows one after another. Her aimed seemed to be amazing Spike had thought as he watched one arrow flying over Gunn and shooting one goon in the eye through his scales. The others at the goons that were rolling around to get out of the shooting range.

"Let him go Jorward" another female voice came out. Spike tried to get up to help but he was put down by the male holding him down by his hand. Spike took notice the male's hand felt like it was burning his own skin. That couldn't be normal. "I said relax. We got him, he'll be fine." He told Spike. Spike hated the fact he was so helpless. It made his blood boil.

The main demon backed up enough to have the other girl come to Spike's vision. The girl stood in a black leather jacket, jeans and sneakers. She watched the demon that was called Jorward, tighten his grip on Angel. Her brown hair was tied in a pony tail. And her green eyes were locked on the demon. "I said let him go" she said again.

"Go away slayer" he growled at her. "This is none of your business."

"Slayer? Bloody should of figured with the get up" Spike had said only to be shhed by the guy that was holding him. That bottered him. He forced himself to get up and ran off to where Jorward, Angel and the girl were. He was surprised the guy didn't say anything as he ran passed him. He ran as much as he could, pain shot through him with every step. Only when he had close enough to here at least the thre breathe, the girl had raised her hand. And in a split second, Spike felt glue to his spot. He struggled to move but he just didn't budge. The girl looked at him and pointed at him with a glare.

"Stay there" she told him looking straight at the demon.

"What!" he retorted she glanced at him flicking him a warning look as if she would hurt him if he moved. Who was this girl? She turned back to the demon.

"You're on our grounds dude, if you're going to pick people while on our grounds, you know it's our business." She took a step forward. "Let him go or my friend Nessie over there. . . " she nodded towards the girl with the flaming arrows before continuing. " . . . will shoot you a new hole." She told him then made her voice in a loud enough whisper for all of them could hear. "She has good aim . . . or did you not see your goon get an arrow through his skull?" she smiled at him.

Spike raised an eyebrow. This girl was something else.

The demons tighten his grip. Angel was now turning blue which only alerted Nessie. She readied another arrow only waiting for a signal. "Ally!" she called out in warning. Spike glanced from the petite girl to the other. "I know!" said the other brunette named Ally.

"Last warning . . . Let him go!" Ally yelled at the demon a fire ball formed in her hand. Spike's eyes grew wide. A slayer with magical power, that was surely new to him. But then again that explained why he was glued to his spot. The demon smirked at her.

"Go ahead slayer!" Ally rose her hand that held the fire ball.

Before she attacked him another guy had ran up and kicked the demon off his feet letting Angel go. Angel rolled on the floor gasping for air. Nessie had moved from her spot down to where Angel had fallen down trying to comfort him. Ally seemed to growl in fury running after the guy making the fireball disappear.

Spike wondered where they had gone until he had heard a large cracking noise. He figured someone snapped the demon's neck. "I had him!" yelled Ally. Spike followed the noise to find Ally facing a male whose back was towards Spike. "You didn't have to jump in!"

"You risk too much." Spike coughed the voice sounded familier. When the cough had caught Ally's attention she had turned enough for Spike to see the male that had helped her out.

"Bloody suckin' elf!" he yelled which caught Ally's attention but the boy still looked at Ally only.

"Connor?" he asked yelling towards the boy. Sure enough the young male turned his attention to Spike finally, wondering who had called him. There the young boy with short brown hair standing in a black t-shirt, combat boots and jeans. Connor eyes locked with Spike. He looked as surprised as he was. "Spike?"

Ally who had seen the connection looked at Spike and back at Connor. "You know him?" she asked him.

"Ya he's a friend . . ." Spike watched as Connor looked around finding Nessie placing Illyria down with Gunn and Angel near where he had sat with that guy. Connor who had caught his gaze followed it to see the others and moved towards them. Ally let out a grunt and followed as well which only left Spike to follow both of them.

"Dad?" Spike walked up and stood between Ally and the guy that held him down before. Spike saw at the corner of his eye Ally had a questioned remark looking at the man next to Spike for answers. The man near Spike shrugged his shoulders back at her as a response. The one called Nessie had some how moved to the guy's side as well.

"I need a little help." Gunn said. he seemed in an umcomfortable position on the ground. The guy next to Spike looked at Ally.

"Go ahead Jacob" she told him giving her approval. Spike figured Ally must have been in charge. He bit back laughter remembering when he was fighting with him as Illyria's pet.

Jacob adjusted Gunn so he would be comfortable. "How you lot know peaches Jr." Spike asked as they all hudled. Ally looked at him.

"Peaches jr?" she asked him. Spike nodded towards Connor who was now in heat conversation with Angel. Ally rolled her eyes. "Long story."

"Not really more like a not favorite subject thing" Jacob inputted. Ally glared at his response. "Ya Jacob, you're right just an annoying subject."

"Can't be that bad" Spike Chummed in. He leaned closer to Ally. "Come on pet, tell us a story"

"Maybe another night blondie" she retorted moving away from him and walked over to lean against the tree which made Jacob chuckle once more.

"I'm Jacob" Spike looked at the giant guy. "Before you guys ask about my height-which kills me, every time . . . I'm a werewolf" they raised their eyes at him.

"Shape shifter . . ." Ally she corrected him. Jacob looked at her. "That turns into a wolf." she added with a mocking smirk. Jacob who rolled his eyes.

"Alpha wolf too" Nessie had stated. Spike saw Nessie sitting next to her. She got up and walked to Jacob. She was very quiet. She had smiled at Jacob and taking his hand in hers. Jacob nodded. "This is Renesmee, she's . . . " Renesmee looked up and smiled. "Special" the small girl said.

Spike smiled. "Aren't we all love" he heard Jacob growl.

Conner sighed. "Easy Jacob." He told him before turning to Angel. "Why are you guys here anyways?"

"Remember Los Angeles?" Spike asked him

"Ya"

"It's gone . . . we need a place to stay" Angel quickly added.

"Ooh tough luck "Ally stated. Conner gave her a look and Ally just gave him a 'what' look.

"I'm sure we can convince our gang to let you guys stay" Spike saw Ally look at Connor, she seemed a little angry.

"Uh Connor can I speak with you for a moment" Connor looked at her before getting up as well did Ally. They walked away before talking. They had walked far enough to make sure no vampire hearing to hear. Spike watched them exchange words. Ally seemed to be frustrated while Connor stood calmed. Ally pointed a finger at him making Connor look at it and smile.

"What you think they're talking about" Angel Asked. Spike look at him and the others. It was the melody sound of a voice that Nessie held, that changes their attentions.

"Ally is protesting your stay with us, while Connor trying to sweet talks her" Illyria's attention looked at the small girl.

"Why would she protest?" Nessie looked at the blue woman and shrugged her arms. "Maybe her family doesn't want you there"

"We can assure you were old friends" Angel told them. He did not notice when Connor and Ally had returned. "Whose friend are you?" Ally asked Angel.

"I'm Connor's father." Ally widens her eyes. She looked at Angel and then the others.

"You . . . made this?" she said nudging Connor on the shoulder. He chuckled. "What's that suppose to mean?" he retorted though she ignored him and went on.

"You're Angel?" she asked him. Angel nodded. She looked at Spike. "You . . . I think I've seen you in one of our home photos."

Spike smirked. "Oh yeah?" The thought was pleasing to him that Buffy would keep a picture of him.

"Yeah you had pink rabbit ears though"

Spike frowned. He remembers that picture. Dawn had made him pose for her funny school paper. "Dawn's little joke"

Ally tilted her head at him "You know Dawn huh?"

"I know every single Summer women and your little Scooby gang"

Ally raised an eyebrow at him as if she was intrigued by the idea. "Really?" Spike nodded in response.

"Well then I guess we'll leave the judging to them" she said before taking her cell phone out. "Hey! I need a rental up to the castle. I got some injured people here we can't carry them all."

Within 10 minutes, a black jeep came down the road the pitch black road. Ally and Conner, who had finally stopped bickering, helped them get in while Nessie and Jacob got their bags.

"You didn't mention your name" Gunn asked at Ally as she jumped into the car. Spike answered for her. "She's a slayer". Ally turned to him looking at daggers.

"Slayer has a name" Ally retorted at him. She looked at Gunn. "I'm Ally Summers."

Spike raised his eyebrow at her. Ally smirked at back at Spike. "Guess you didn't know all the Summers Women."