Author: Stolen Childe

Title: History Revisited

Genre: General

Rating: PG-13

Parings: Spangel

Warnings: Slash, cursing, OC, angst, sap

Feedback: Yes please!

Disclaimer: I do not own AtS, it belongs to the all mighty Joss Whedon

Author's Notes: Well folks, I'm putting TOotFM on hold for now. People don't seem to be liking it, or at least not telling me they are. So this is a new one, well new published one anyways. Please, please, please review!

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Prologue

Ukraine, 1896

It was a chilly night, the wind whistling through the trees, fog thick on the ground. She moved with the grace and agility of one well learned, her breeches tucked snugly into her boots, her shirt tucked tight against her with her corset. The style was old, but she was beyond the point of caring about fashion. She was on a mission and that mission would be accomplished no matter what. Her cloak billowed behind, the wind ruffling her hair that was pulled half away from her face. She was Nyura Stomosky, granddaughter of the witch Nyura Yushanko.

Her grandmother had been a hunter of sorts, chasing vampires and other dark creatures of the night. Nyura had inherited her grandmother's abilities, though for the time being they were latent, except for the telltale sign that she didn't age. She had been thirteen for nearly a decade and would remain so for another few years. Her quarry was a creature she had had a vendetta against for sometime. The vampire along with a companion had captured and tortured her father, ultimately resulting in his death. She had been chasing the vampire for what seemed like ages, only a step or two behind and tonight was no exception. The fiend had managed to lead her into the woods.

She broke through the trees to a moonlit clearing, she had not been that far behind the creature, yet he was nowhere in sight. She came to a halt, taking a breath, ears and eyes alert for movement, hand tight on her stake. The fiend had alluded her again. She cursed and turned from the clearing. She would meet him again. She swore to god and herself.

Angelus leaned back against the dirt wall of the small hovel under the crest of a slight hill. he grinned broadly at William who was on the ground, puffing lightly on a freshly rolled cigarette. William's grin mirrored his own.

"Told ya Mate." William said, leaning his head back against the wall, looking up at Angelus through his eyelashes. A thrill of desire sent a pang to Angelus' nether regions at the look.

"Aye boy. You were right and shall be rewarded." Angelus nodded. William sent a leer to the elder vampire. As soon as they had returned to a warm home and soft bed, William would receive his reward. Angelus grinned down at the childe. They had an interesting day ahead of them.

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