Well this kind of just came to me after i read someone's short Angelus fic. It made me think of the scene where he watches Buffy from her window after she hears about Jenny Calendar's death. So I kinda wanted to get in his head. It's nothing special just a quick little thing that had to be written down. Review are very much appreciated.

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or any of the characters. As much as I would like to have angel or Spike all to myself they belong to Joss. This is just me playing around with his ideas.

Never Quit

Sunnydale 1997

I can't help but smile as I see Buffy crumple to the floor after she hears the news. The phone drops from her hands and she stares at the floor dejectedly, her face blank with shock. This is just one of the many things I have in store for her. I see Willow pick up the phone and cry out before shuffling into Joyce's arms. Jenny's death was necessary, not like it had been that much of a let down, in fact it had been quite entertaining.

Now that the gypsy is dead there's no one left to ruin everything. The soul is gone and I'm back. And I plan on staying permanently. The idea to put her in Giles bed only occurred last minute. But of course what else would you expect. Nothing short of brilliance. I ordered the fancy red wine and the beautiful roses, lit the scented candles and set her up nicely. It's a talent of mine, really. I'm good with emotion turmoil. Look at Drusilla. An example of my best work.

Spike never has the patience for plans so thought out. He lacks the motivation to pull off any kind of stunt involving the tiniest bit of finesse. But that was always William's downfall. Too rash. Was never really a thinker, unless you count his pitiful human days in which he spent caring for mum and writing awful poetry.

I slowly make my way back to the warehouse where Drusilla awaits, draining a few people on the way. I'm feeling good. The torture has only just begun and I'm already feeling tingly all over. Now I'll come back and touch Dru just to see Spike squirm. He's still the weak man that died almost two centuries ago. Why Dru sired him, I will never know. She isn't always relatable or even understandable. But that's what I keep Spike around for.

I walk in and Dru is attempting to feed Spike but he just pushes her away.

"Dru." I sing. The deed is done and thanks to her prophetic visions I took care of the problem before it even started.

"You did it!" she exclaims a dazed smile illuminating her features. "such a good daddy."

"Did what?" Spike asks looking from me to Dru. Aw poor Willy. Wasn't let in the loop. Well might as well tell him now. Rather tell him now then hear him complain the whole day.

I explain the errand that I ran and it earns me one of Spike's long lectures. But he stays in place because he knows better then to get me angry.

"Are you insane? We're supposed to kill the bitch, not leave gag gifts in the friends' beds." he shouts. So impatient.

"But, Spike, the bad teacher was going to restore Angel's soul." she explains as she cuddles her puppy close. I smile at her. Always there for her daddy.

"What if she did? If you ask me, I find myself preferring the old Buffy-whipped Angelus. This new, improved one is not playing with a full sack." I look him at him angrily. He better tone down before I give him something to be worried about.

"I love a good slaughter as much as the next bloke, but his little pranks will only leave us with one incredibly brassed-off Slayer!" he shouts again, this time more friendly. That's right.

"Don't worry, roller boy. I've got everything under control." I tell him calmly. What is he getting so worked up about? Besides just killing her, it doesn't seem right. This has become a little project of mine and I never give up on my pet projects. I never quit.