Disclaimer: I do not own Angel, Spike or anything that Joss Whedon has created. I only own my plotline and my OC.

A/N: I know the updates have been few and far between on this fic but being a college student and 2 semesters away from graduating will do that to you. So here's some more of this story. Oh and I am not sure how much longer this will be, as I'm writing it up as I go along. So any feedback and ideas would be appreciated.

She felt the movement of being lifted and carried in someone's arms. Fighting against the darkness that currently consumed her proved to be futile however, as she was laid on a soft surface and a warm feeling overcame her, forcing her to succumb to sleep yet again.

She only awoke when voices, shouting broke through the silence in her unconscious mind.

"Do you…"

"I couldn't…"

"…been…crazy…"

"…understand…"

Blinking open her eyes, she slowly sat up, pushing back the covers that had been laid over her. She called his name, hoping she hadn't been dreaming. "William?" she called out his name in the dim-lighted room. She looked around the space and saw a small kitchenette on the right side of the bed she was currently sitting on. There was a loveseat, a coffee table and TV with VCR and DVD. After a closer look she also saw a PlayStation. Across from the living area, she saw a small door that was cracked open.

She stood up and walked over to the door. Pushing it open, she realized it was a bathroom. Looking around the dinky apartment, she didn't see anyone. Was she going crazy? And where was her brother? She put her back to the wall and slowly slid down, bringing her legs up against her body, bent at the knees. "Connor?" she called out in a whisper. "William," she called out. Or at least she thought she did. For all she knew, she might have just mouthed his name, but not actually said it.

Outside the apartment…

"Where have you been?" Connor asked Spike. "She's been going crazy looking for you."

"You don't understand," Spike told the boy.

"Well then make me understand. My sister almost got herself arrested looking for that car of yours."

"What in the bloody hell are you talking about?" He asked, pulling out a cigarette.

"She's been going to chop shops looking for that DeSoto," Connor said to the bleach-head. "Guess she figured that if she found your car, she would find you," he said shrugging his shoulders. Then the teenage boy grew tense for a moment.

"What is it?" Spike asked, just as he was about to light it.

Connor didn't answer, he just went back in the apartment and saw Amy curled up by the bathroom wall. Spike, coming in behind Connor, also saw Amy. He pushed past the boy and bent down in front of the girl. "Hey there Luv," he said to Amy.

Looking him in the eyes she said his name, wondering if he was real. "William?"

She was the only one he really liked using his given name. "You bet." He told her, giving her a small smile. In response she hit him square in the jaw. Rising to her feet, she hit him again before he grabbed her by the wrists to prevent her from hitting him a third time. "That's enough," he growled at her.

Wrenching her wrists away from his grasp, she looked at him and gritting her teeth either in anger or desperation she didn't know, and asked "What happened to you?"

"I'm not sure Bit. Can't quite remember."

"What do you mean you can't remember? You're a vampire and last time I checked 4 years isn't that long. You have to remember."

"No such luck. Whatever those people did to me caused me to get a case of amnesia."

"Did to you? Someone did an experiment?"

Lighting the cigarette that was still in his hand, he shrugged. "You wanna call it that? I guess then, yeah they did."

"How long have you been back?" she asked him.

"About a year."

"Dad knew you were alive for that long?" Pacing the small apartment, she clenched her fists. "He knew you were okay and he didn't say a single word." She said out loud to herself.

"It's better that he didn't." Spike told her.

Looking at him she asked, "Really?" She was severely annoyed. "Why exactly is that?"

" 'Cause I'm dangerous."

"Well duh. You're a vampire."

"More dangerous Luv. Whatever was done to me…let's just say I'm like a newborn vamp."

"How so?"