When the devil cries my name

Thanks for liking my new fic:D Wow I never had so many subscriptions in so few days and I really loved that you took the time to review. Well for this part we finally see how exactly they all react to being in the same room with each other, I can promise you that there will be quite a lot of friction and, to be honest, shameful stares at the floor.

Angelus continued to smile as he watched Buffy's and Spike's chocked and embarrassed faces. This was like Christmas, all this guilt made his heart warm.

"So." He finally said after a long awkward pause. "I leave you so you can start over with someone human that can give you a normal life. And in the end you start bouncing on the first vampire around when that human phase was over.".

He took out a packet of smokes and lit a cigarette. Taking a long drag before continuing, still wearing his cold smile.

"And you never even tried to call me for a stress reliever? Baby that's just not fair to me. I long for you every day, every second I'm awake. And then you go off with him?" He never raised his voice, it kept it's icy calm.

He stepped down to them and cupped Buffy's chin in his hand and then spoke almost like a poem.

"My dream lover. My killer."

Buffy's eyes started filling up with tears as she avoided looking in his eyes. But she bit down the pain and tried for anger instead.

"It wasn't me that left you, remember? You just left. Then you come back and stalk me without informing me. After that I find you on the bed with Faith. FAITH!" by this time she was shouting, while tears of pain and anger streamed down her face.

"And you defended her, you even hit me for her! Remember how I had to kill her to save you? No? Well I suspect that's things you forget over in LA, you have no idea what it meant for me to kill another human, how I did everything for you no matter the cost. Then you come back to Sunnydale and beat the shit out of the first guy that I ever had a normal relationship with. And he left me too! And when I came back from the dead you barely spoke when we met. I just find out you have a son, with Darla! How was I supposed to feel when I heard that?"

"Had. Connor is dead." Angelus spoke calmly, not backing away at the fury of her words. Now he knew the reason why things had gone so cold between them since he left Sunnydale. Darla, that was something he would like to forget. She had become so dull in the last century. He was glad that even with a soul he had no problem with killing her, too bad she had to come back again and mess things up. Oh well, nothing lasts forever.

"And remember that you sent me to hell, because I haven't. Three hundred years of pain beyond anything you can imagine, and you whimper that your friends dragged you from heaven.". Now Angelus was on the offensive, he may not still have the soul that had taken all the heartbreak, but he remembered it so vividly he almost felt like it was still there.

"And all I hear about is how perfect Riley is, and how much better he was for you than I was. And then you come down here and shove it into my face. And then I hear you died, and you never even tried to tell me, or even call me, before you were going in for the final act. I had to live with you dying too, and I thought it would be forever. I never dreamed they would drag you out of there, but I underestimated your witch. And so I tried to put on a brave face trying to move on with my life despite the fact that it hurt even more to know I would never see you again, at least when you where here I knew you where safe. And then suddenly I find out I have a son, something that is quite impossible, and I also find out you came back to life. And now I come back to Sunnydale and I find you with HIM.". At this point they were barely an inch away from each others face, shouting for all their worth.

Finally Spike spoke up.

"Well peaches, you left for years on end. I hung around, and I helped her through all of this."

"Shut up Spike!" Both Angelus and Buffy shouted in unison.

"Is he the first vampire on patrol you enroll for the good fight, and then for some pillow talk?", Angelus spoke with thinly veiled disgust. Though he was seeing a flaw in his own logic, something Spike of course picked up immediately.

"Well technically that would be you." Spike ventured, trying to sound as cocky as always, but he knew he had really gotten himself in the middle of the lover's spat of the century this time.

"Shut up Spike!". They said again, but this time a bit calmer. They seemed to finally have voiced all the problems they'd been having.

"I'm sorry about Connor." she said, though she couldn't really say it with any real emotion. He was the spawn of Darla, it was supposed to be her that would have had Angel's beautiful children.

"Thanks, it was quite a blow.", it really had been, he had snapped Connors neck clean off with one hit.

"Angel?", she spoke in a calm soft voice now and tilted up his face so she could see his eyes. "I'm really glad you've come back here, and I'm sorry you had to find me like this, but I need to go to Dawn. She's been alone since yesterday."

"It's OK. Take care of your sister. It's not like I can leave now that the sun is up." he spoke in the calm and loving voice he used when he had had a soul, but now it was barely an effort any more.

Did he really care if she was happy? No! He was Angelus, there was nothing that could stop him from doing to this town what he had done to a hundred other towns. And, he reflected as Buffy left through the wreckage, he was going to be stuck in here with Spike for a while. Time to teach him the difference between messing with Angel and messing with Angelus.

"So Spike," he said with a viscous grin as he rounded on Spike, "let's talk about what happened when you looked for the gem of Amarra.". He vamped out as he smashed his fist into the unprepared blond vampires stomach.

"I really expected more from you Willy." Angelus was enjoying a smoke while he leaned against what remained of the wall of the wrecked house. In front of him Spike dangled upside down from a rope he had fastened against one of the floors above.

The fight had taken over an hour, and he was actually pleasantly surprised by Spike's increased strength, but he had not spent three hundred years in hell like Angelus had. Spike had however put up a hell of a fight, he thought as he touched the spot where Spike had driven a big splinter through his leg.

" Gave you a run for your money. Had you strung up last we met."

"Your friend had that bloody chain, and I had too much holding me back, back then."

"You think she hasn't figured out you're not her precious Angel anymore?" Spike spat out a mouthful of blood as he looked with contempt on his once great idol.

"Think she's even gonna miss you when I've dusted you?" Angelus countered.

Spike was beaten almost beyond recognition. Angelus had spent the better part of the day remembering all his old tricks for torture. Spike looked even worse than when Glory had tried to make him tell where Dawn was, though Angelus of course did not know anything about that. Part of the reason why he did it was because he was angry, and the other part was that he was angry about being angry. That girl really messed with ones head.

He had spent a hundred and fifty years killing and torturing, then a hundred years moping about it. Now he was back in the his true form, splendid and deadly, but he couldn't even enjoy a bit of torture without thinking about the blonde.

"She's going too see right through you," Spike grunted through the pain, "and then you wish she would just torture you.". He started to chuckle, blood dripping from his mouth too the floor. "She's stronger than you, and she has her witch helping her as well. You don't stand a chance.". He spat a mouthful of blood in Angelus direction.

"True," Angelus agreed, "what I need is a little more firepower.".

He started to pace the room. What could give him the edge? What would make sure the slayer didn't just kill him with all her friends gathered? And the answer hit him; he needed a slayer of his own. Someone equal to Buffy, and loyal to him alone. He knew someone who would do whatever he asked of her, and he just needed to nudge her in the right direction to bring back her old self.

"Well I must say that I can always rely on William the Bloody to give me the best advice. Thank you for helping me out of a tight spot." he started to leave, and turned around in the doorway. "I hope someone finds you soon, and if it's Buffy you tell her; In times of trouble, we turn to an old friend.". Laughing merrily to himself he almost skipped up the stairs and disappeared from Spike's blurred view.

"Bollocks" was all he managed before he fainted.

"With Spike?" Angelus could barely keep his temper as he drove down the highway towards LA. This would really make her jealous, he hoped.

Buffy had been envious of Faith simply talking to him, if she found out he was doing more than just talking... He relished the idea of placing Buffy in the same seat she had left him. But still he wasn't sure he wanted to see her hurt, he just wanted to destroy everything she was and stood for, that wasn't the same thing. He wanted her to accept him for what he was, but most of all he wanted to kiss her lips and smell her hair. No wait! That was soulboy's idea. He wanted... He did want... And finally he realized that with or without soul he wanted the same thing; Buffy. Whatever it took, and whatever the cost, she was his and he was her's.

But on the other hand, it wasn't healthy to attach one self too hard to one person. Faith was definitely one of the most attractive women he had met in his days, and bonus for not being a short blond for once. And she had a darkness within herself that made his mouth water as he thought of all the terrible things they could do. He changed into his demon face out of pure joy, not caring for the amazed gazes some people that he passed gave him, as if he was fresh from the set of some movie.

He remembered the taste of her lips and how desperate she had been to have something that belonged to Buffy. Now he would make her his killer, and they would prowl the night together. Yes, this pack would be considerably more deadly than the last time he had wandered freely through Sunnydale. He knew quite a few hideouts where vampires went to get away from his soul self. They would have to make do before he had time to weed out the weak and incompetent. On the other hand, there where so many vampires in Sunnydale that he needn't bother with transporting some from LA. The logistics would be too much.

All you had to do was see things from a different angle, and already the world seemed much brighter, he thought as he finally saw LA in the distance.

Buffy was worried.

After the awkward encounter in the morning she hadn't seen Angel around. And neither had her friends(she had forced them to tell her if he hid somewhere like the first time he had come back from LA), and now she couldn't find Spike either. Surely they wouldn't still be in the old shack?, she thought as she exited Spike's crypt. After all, it had been dark for almost two hours.

Maybe they had some problems to punch out, problems she knew she was the cause of. But she had never intended anyone too find out, least of all Angel. It had been a result of all the chaos and disintegration that was happening in her life. Nothing was ever simple anymore. Willow had left Dawn alone all night while she was off getting a magical buzz, Giles hadn't picked up the phone, and when she went to his place she had seen him sitting at the phone with a blank and cold expression. She hadn't had the heart to come barging in in case it was something personal. The only shimmer of light seemed to be Xander's and Anya's wedding, but they both had so much to do that they had become quite irritable in the last few weeks.

She thought about Angel's motives for coming back here, while she made her way through the town. The first time she had been in danger, the second time he apologized for his harsh words in LA, and the third time her mother had died. For him to come here now it must be something really horrifying going on.

Finally she saw the wreckage. She didn't expect to find them there but it was worth a shot. The memories from last night, and especially from the morning after, came back all the more vividly as she made her way to the basement while navigating through the rubble.

She could see a shape hanging from something, but in the darkness she couldn't make out what it was, so she took out a flashlight. As the light fell on the beaten and disfigured mess that was Spike she gave out a terrified shriek. How could Angel do something like this? She ran up to Spike and tried to cut him loose as gently as she could, but she was too short to reach the rope. She had to get to the floor above to finally cut him loose, and she couldn't prevent him from making a not very smooth landing in the dust. Her mind racing, trying to figure this out, she ran down and took Spike's head in her hands.

"Did Angel do this?". Her eyes searched his for a reaction, but he was barely conscious.

"Not... Angel...". Was all he managed before he passed out again.

She immediately searched for her phone and dialed Giles.

"Come on! Come on!"

Finally he answered.

"Buffy?"

"Yes Giles it's me. I just found Spike hanging in the basement of a building in the slummy part of Sunnydale, not far from the Bronze."

"Try to get him to the Bronze, and I will meet you there.". She knew that was his fake calm voice, but she had other things he needed to know.

"Giles..."

"Yes Buffy?"

"I think it was Angel."

"I know Buffy. I need to tell you something as soon as we meet. I'll be at the Bronze in ten minutes." and he hung up.

I know? How could he know already? And Spike seemed to mutter something about not Angel, maybe it was someone else? And they took Angel and beat Spike up. Then they really needed to get moving, she had to save him if he was somewhere else being tortured or killed. She lifted Spike up in her arms, thank god for slayer strength she thought, and carried him towards the Bronze. She stayed in the shadows and propped Spike up against the wall in a sitting position. A normal human being would have died long ago, but vampires (and Spike in particular) where much more tenacious.

After a few minutes Giles turned up in his red sports car, jumping out the second the car came to a halt.

"Buffy, are you all right?", he came running up to them both, looking Buffy up and down in searching for wounds.

"I am, but Spike's in pretty bad shape."

Giles lifted Spike's eyelids to check for a reaction. When he finally got one he rose to his feet.

"Giles, someone must have taken Angel as well. He wasn't where I left him and Spike.". Why was Giles avoiding her eyes? "Giles? We need to move now if we should have a chance of finding him alive. Willow can do a search spell, and Xander and Anya can ask around in Willy's bar, and..."

"It's not necessary.", Giles interrupted.

"What do you mean? We have to find Angel!". Her voice was high-pitched and almost panicky.

"Yes, we need to find him, but not because he's in danger...". He finally looked up into her eyes, and there was a grim determination in his. "But because he's the danger. He's back..."

"Who?". But the truth finally dawned. His words, his way of acting around her, the expert torture.

"Angelus.".

And behind them Spike continued to mutter; "Not... Angel...Not...Angel..."

Angelus examined his fingernails as he sat behind the glass, waiting for Faith to be brought out. He had never liked being around her before because he was afraid she could draw him in, and thus make him hurt Buffy. Now things had changed, and it was time he drew her in.

After a few minutes the guard finally brought her out. She smiled as she saw who it was, and quickly picked up the phone on the other side of the glass. He noticed how she had become even more beautiful in the last few years, he could barely stop himself for letting his gaze wander downwards to her bosom.

"Hi Angel.", she gave him a broad, happy smile. And Angelus gave her one back, but it was more of a grin, as he saw just how much his visits meant to her. This might even go more smoothly than he had hoped.

"Hi Faith, good to see you again. Sorry for not coming round for a while, had a really stressful time these last few months. How are you?". He needed to play this smoothly, if he just smacked her over the head with his intentions she might lash out. And he didn't need two angry slayers after him... Again.

"Well you know, having super strength really makes it hard for the other girls to beat the crap out of me." she chuckled and mockingly flexed her right arm. "Though I must say it's not for a lack of trying from their side.".

Angelus smiled, knowing too well the strength of a slayer. The other inmates didn't stand a chance. But he also knew that Faith had never had to spend time in solitary, so she must have behaved and kept her anger to herself.

She must have noticed his brooding expression because she leaned in and spoke with a serious tone.

"Is something wrong Angel?".

"It's just...", he thought about how he should phrase it. And then it dawned on him, he should stick to the truth. Granted a modified version of it, but still something that was near enough to make the others unable to deny it. "Spike is after Buffy. He is crazy about her, and somehow he has managed to seduce her. I found then screwing around in a building, and when I tried to ask her about it she just stormed out."

"Spike and Buffy? I thought he was evil.". She listened intently now, and he knew he just needed to push a little more.

"He is. And now Willow is addicted to magic, Xander is about to marry a demon and Buffy has a fake sister that was made of magic. And no one seems to bother, I tried to get them to realize what they were doing, but she just said I didn't belong in her world any more.". He put on his best fake-worried expression.

"O my god, Angel I am so sorry."

"I just don't know what to do. I'm afraid to take care of Spike, because Buffy might kill me. And I'm afraid of helping Willow, cause she's just going to make me explode if I question her actions."

"Do you want me to come to Sunnydale with you?" Faith was tense like a cat, ready for the jump.

"I do.".

"Then back up."

He rose from the chair and backed up from the glass. Without a second thought Faith rose from her own chair, took a few steps back, and threw herself through the glass. Reacting instinctively, the guards reached for their weapons, but Angelus punched out the lights of the two on his side of the glass, taking care not to kill them as it might alert Faith. As she landed she made a roll and continued straight ahead, grabbing Angelus by the cloak, and launched herself and him through the window.

A car cushioned the fall, but they smashed right trough it's roof. Angelus barely waited to get his bearings before he jumped out of the smashed car and ran towards his own, Faith following right behind him.

"So. The sun is still not up for it?" She ventured as they took off at breakneck speed.

"Oh the sun's up, it just doesn't shine here in LA.". Thank god for that he thought. This might actually be a nice place to live when he had dealt with Buffy. "The rest of the team said they could take care of it. Shouldn't take more than a day or two tops."

"So... Back to Sunnydale huh?", she shifted in her seat, noticing how he sometimes gave her quite the lustful gaze. But he was in love with Buffy, wasn't he? Or maybe he had finally moved past her, they hadn't really spent any time together for the better part of two years. No, it must be something else on his mind when he looked at her like that.

"Yes. Seems you can do what you want, one always finds oneself back in that town. Maybe it's because I'm attracted by the power of the hellmouth, I am a demon after all.". He gave her a wry smile.

"Or maybe it's the power of B that's got you going back there all the time." she joked.

But Angel's face darkened at her words and he grew silent. So maybe it was really finally over in his mind? He was just looking out for her like one did for one's friends. She had to admit to herself that she didn't feel any sympathy for Buffy. She had had her chance, and she had thrown it away with soldier boy and that Spike. Maybe it was finally her time to be seen, to be given what she had craved for so long.

"Angel?", she asked hesitantly, turning to watch him as he looked down the road with that special frown he had when he concentrated.

"Yes?", he didn't take his eyes of the road as he accelerated past a few cars.

"I asked you once if things between us could be different if you weren't with Buffy.". She watched him intently but all he maid was a grunt of recognition. "Well... You said we would never know, as you thought you would never leave Buffy."

"I did, yes.". Finally turned to look into her eyes.

"Weeeeell..." and she began to let her hand wander across the seat and unto his leg, letitng her fingers walk across his leg up and down. "How do you feel about that now?"

All he did was smile as he pulled the car to the side of the road and stopped.

So here it is. Hoped you liked it:) I know some of you object to the idea of Angel and Faith together, but seriously he hasn't get laid in over four years (erased memories don't count people). So I gave him some action for once, and I always wondered what the combination psycho-slayer and psycho-vampire could do to Sunnydale. But don't worry people, it's still all about Buffy and Angelus. Now all I have to do is figure out what the hell she will react to his future plans. Suggestions?

I'm having a quite slow week so I wanted to publish two updates in one week. I thought you would like many updates, rather than once a month a really long update. But if you would prefer long updates with quite a bit of space between them, just let me know.

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Have a nice week and I hope you stay tuned for more Angelus destruction and dark love.