When he was bad.
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And yes, it's supposed to be when HE was bad - not when SHE was bad
*~*Before Angel was supposed to get a soul.*~*
The young vampire ran through the streets of London, his sire shouting instructions behind him.
"Faster!"
"S'alright for you! You're on a bicycle!"
The youngster kept running, the fact that he didn't breathe helped. He kept running, dodging humans, knocking over fellow vampires,
"Can I stop soon?"
"NO!"
He rounded a corner, skidding on the wet paving. It was raining. Pouring, bucketing it down even. He didn't really understand the point of this. Okay so he'd been a bad boy as far as vamps go. Insolent even. And Angelus didn't stand for insolence, especially from him. Angelus pedalled faster, catching up with his exhausted childe.
"Okay, you can stop."
William put the brakes on, sliding down the pavement and bowling over several Londoners in the process. There was a crash as the novice demon thundered into a parked carriage.
"Bloody hell! You could've warned me so I could slow down a bit!"
"But it wouldn't have been so funny."
The elder vampire patted the boy's head and lead him back home, stopping every now and then for a bite to eat.
They returned to the nest, and William shied behind his sire as the rest of the coven looked on him with distaste. He was the youngest, only 6yrs old and he was the obvious favourite of Angelus. Their sire glared around him as his favourite tried to hide from their stare,
"What are you staring at?"
All eyes turned to the dominant demon, a mixture of fear and admiration glowing in their eyes. "Go eat!"
The coven dispersed, leaving Angelus and William alone in the main hall. The younger vamp sidled away from the other, hoping not to be pounded into The Eternal Sleep for his insubordination earlier in the evening. Everything about Angelus pointed to anger and rage, but he did not act upon the issues at hand, at least, not in the way expected.
"In the last 6yrs, Will, you've out done yourself." William looked at his sire, his voice was quiet, not at all threatening. "You've reached the standards I expected." Will was confused, Angelus wasn't talking right. He always managed to fit violence into every sentence.
"You okay Angelus?"
The vampire dismissed the question with a wave of his hand,
"You're not listening. I think it's time to leave the coven."
"What?!"
"You, me and Darla. Leave the coven."
"But the others, won't they - "
"They have not become what I wanted of them, and they are too old now to change." William listened incomprehensive, and confused as his sire carried on, explaining how this wasn't working, and he didn't like the others anyway. They were too docile. Well, by his standards anyway.
They left, with Darla, an hour later, heading wherever Angelus wanted. They travelled Europe, finally coming to Romanii territory. They raided villages, massacred families. Basically enjoying them selves. Then Angelus dared to slaughter their shaman. It didn't make a difference really. The old fool had been trying to replace Angelus' human soul. No such luck.
*~*Present day.*~*
Vampires swarmed through Sunnydale. All channels on every TV showed emergency news flashes telling people to stick to the curfew. The double glazed glass in everyone's windows had been replaced with a safer, bulletproof version. All houses had fire extinguishes in every room, should there be an attempt to burn them out. Today was Slay fest. This tradition had started as a joke, just one night. Not to be repeated. Until some bright vamp decided to make it an annual event, in which everyone took part.
Buffy Summers hurtled through the streets, in hot pursuit of her new found buddy. Duster in hand, she grabbed the back of his jacket and dragged him round to face her, his terrified eyes jerked from stake to Buffy, stake to Buffy. She dropped the stake, and grinned, taking a much needed bite from the kid's neck. Returning to her human form, the late Buffy Summers wiped the blood from her lips and strolled past her old home as if nothing had happened.
Spike dropped his last meal in the gutter and turned to face Town Hall. The major or Sunnydale had made a fine attempt at turning snake/wormy thing and eating them all. It hadn't worked, Angelus wouldn't let him have total power. He'd dusted the * Master * for Christ's sake! Just because Angel didn't like anyone having a higher rank in demonic society than his. Spike approached the Bronze, the charred remains still warm after last night's games. 74 vampires died in here last night. Oh well, that's what Gang warfare is. The two sides, Angel, Spike, Buffy and their minions, and Xander, Willow, Faith and their minions. And then there was Dru. She was in the middle. The slut who skipped between Angelus and Xander, depending who was winning and who was the best in bed at the time. At the moment, Spike's lot were winning, winning meaning capturing the most of Sunnydale and vamping as many humans as possible. That, of course, meant that Angelus' side was larger and stronger than Xander's. But his psychotic sex-toy, Willow, made up for his lack in tactics.
He stole through the graveyard as mayhem broke out, Xander and Angelus, having both found the new Slayer at the same time, were now fighting over her. Spike watched as she crept away and he took a shortcut. Jumping out directly in front of her, Spike smiled sinisterly,
"Going so soon?"
She went to run, not experienced enough to confront a vampire with Spike's strength and agility. Without hesitation, Spike grabbed her wrist, twisted her arm round her back so she stood still, and vamped her. Easy as that. He returned to the graveyard, where the two vampires had become bored of physical violence and were insulting each other. Spike carried the dead Slayer in his arms,
"Aren't you two a bit old for slang matches?"
Enraged at the sight of what was rightfully his Slayer, Xander stalked off, but not before torching the nearest house with a cigarette lighter and an aerosol he'd found in the park. Angelus was impressed,
"That would be your 7th Slayer then?"
Spike grinned triumphantly,
"8th actually. 9th including Buffy."
"Yeah, but don't get too cocky. The next one's mine."
Spike saluted mockingly, the dead girl's weight pulling his left shoulder towards the ground,
"Yes, sir!"
Just read. And pleeeeeeezz review!
And yes, it's supposed to be when HE was bad - not when SHE was bad
*~*Before Angel was supposed to get a soul.*~*
The young vampire ran through the streets of London, his sire shouting instructions behind him.
"Faster!"
"S'alright for you! You're on a bicycle!"
The youngster kept running, the fact that he didn't breathe helped. He kept running, dodging humans, knocking over fellow vampires,
"Can I stop soon?"
"NO!"
He rounded a corner, skidding on the wet paving. It was raining. Pouring, bucketing it down even. He didn't really understand the point of this. Okay so he'd been a bad boy as far as vamps go. Insolent even. And Angelus didn't stand for insolence, especially from him. Angelus pedalled faster, catching up with his exhausted childe.
"Okay, you can stop."
William put the brakes on, sliding down the pavement and bowling over several Londoners in the process. There was a crash as the novice demon thundered into a parked carriage.
"Bloody hell! You could've warned me so I could slow down a bit!"
"But it wouldn't have been so funny."
The elder vampire patted the boy's head and lead him back home, stopping every now and then for a bite to eat.
They returned to the nest, and William shied behind his sire as the rest of the coven looked on him with distaste. He was the youngest, only 6yrs old and he was the obvious favourite of Angelus. Their sire glared around him as his favourite tried to hide from their stare,
"What are you staring at?"
All eyes turned to the dominant demon, a mixture of fear and admiration glowing in their eyes. "Go eat!"
The coven dispersed, leaving Angelus and William alone in the main hall. The younger vamp sidled away from the other, hoping not to be pounded into The Eternal Sleep for his insubordination earlier in the evening. Everything about Angelus pointed to anger and rage, but he did not act upon the issues at hand, at least, not in the way expected.
"In the last 6yrs, Will, you've out done yourself." William looked at his sire, his voice was quiet, not at all threatening. "You've reached the standards I expected." Will was confused, Angelus wasn't talking right. He always managed to fit violence into every sentence.
"You okay Angelus?"
The vampire dismissed the question with a wave of his hand,
"You're not listening. I think it's time to leave the coven."
"What?!"
"You, me and Darla. Leave the coven."
"But the others, won't they - "
"They have not become what I wanted of them, and they are too old now to change." William listened incomprehensive, and confused as his sire carried on, explaining how this wasn't working, and he didn't like the others anyway. They were too docile. Well, by his standards anyway.
They left, with Darla, an hour later, heading wherever Angelus wanted. They travelled Europe, finally coming to Romanii territory. They raided villages, massacred families. Basically enjoying them selves. Then Angelus dared to slaughter their shaman. It didn't make a difference really. The old fool had been trying to replace Angelus' human soul. No such luck.
*~*Present day.*~*
Vampires swarmed through Sunnydale. All channels on every TV showed emergency news flashes telling people to stick to the curfew. The double glazed glass in everyone's windows had been replaced with a safer, bulletproof version. All houses had fire extinguishes in every room, should there be an attempt to burn them out. Today was Slay fest. This tradition had started as a joke, just one night. Not to be repeated. Until some bright vamp decided to make it an annual event, in which everyone took part.
Buffy Summers hurtled through the streets, in hot pursuit of her new found buddy. Duster in hand, she grabbed the back of his jacket and dragged him round to face her, his terrified eyes jerked from stake to Buffy, stake to Buffy. She dropped the stake, and grinned, taking a much needed bite from the kid's neck. Returning to her human form, the late Buffy Summers wiped the blood from her lips and strolled past her old home as if nothing had happened.
Spike dropped his last meal in the gutter and turned to face Town Hall. The major or Sunnydale had made a fine attempt at turning snake/wormy thing and eating them all. It hadn't worked, Angelus wouldn't let him have total power. He'd dusted the * Master * for Christ's sake! Just because Angel didn't like anyone having a higher rank in demonic society than his. Spike approached the Bronze, the charred remains still warm after last night's games. 74 vampires died in here last night. Oh well, that's what Gang warfare is. The two sides, Angel, Spike, Buffy and their minions, and Xander, Willow, Faith and their minions. And then there was Dru. She was in the middle. The slut who skipped between Angelus and Xander, depending who was winning and who was the best in bed at the time. At the moment, Spike's lot were winning, winning meaning capturing the most of Sunnydale and vamping as many humans as possible. That, of course, meant that Angelus' side was larger and stronger than Xander's. But his psychotic sex-toy, Willow, made up for his lack in tactics.
He stole through the graveyard as mayhem broke out, Xander and Angelus, having both found the new Slayer at the same time, were now fighting over her. Spike watched as she crept away and he took a shortcut. Jumping out directly in front of her, Spike smiled sinisterly,
"Going so soon?"
She went to run, not experienced enough to confront a vampire with Spike's strength and agility. Without hesitation, Spike grabbed her wrist, twisted her arm round her back so she stood still, and vamped her. Easy as that. He returned to the graveyard, where the two vampires had become bored of physical violence and were insulting each other. Spike carried the dead Slayer in his arms,
"Aren't you two a bit old for slang matches?"
Enraged at the sight of what was rightfully his Slayer, Xander stalked off, but not before torching the nearest house with a cigarette lighter and an aerosol he'd found in the park. Angelus was impressed,
"That would be your 7th Slayer then?"
Spike grinned triumphantly,
"8th actually. 9th including Buffy."
"Yeah, but don't get too cocky. The next one's mine."
Spike saluted mockingly, the dead girl's weight pulling his left shoulder towards the ground,
"Yes, sir!"