When He Was Bad 2


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Giles sat in front of the television, watching the latest newflash blaring on the screen,
"Ethan! It's Slay Fest again!"
The english entered the room, with a cup of coffee,
"So I've heard. And I see Spike's bagged himself another Slayer." He indicated the vampire, with the dead Slayer slung over one shoulder. Giles played with the talisman in his hands,
"Reckon it'll work? The charm, I mean."
"Don't see why not. We had everything."
"All there is to do now is wait for the next Chosen One."
"If she ever comes."
"She won't if she has any sense in her."
Both men smiled amiably at Angelus as he prowled outside their house, eyeing them suspiciously. Ethan smiled as the vampire departed, heading for the graveyard,
"Such a *friendly* young man."




Xander was pissed off, to put it mildly. He stalked the streets with Willow, torching trees, buildings, the odd person and if he was lucky, one of Angelus' lot.
"Xander?"
"What?!"
"Y'gonna calm down?"
Xander looked at the knife blade in his hand. It had no handle, and he'd been squeezing it so hard, it had cut half-way through his fingers.
"Guess so."
WIllow stepped infront of him wrapping her arms around his neck,
"Let's go home."
"Yeah."
They began to head for their coven, when an unfortunately familiar voice rang out behind them,
"Hey, look! It's the Dolly Twins!!"
Xander whirled, Angelus stood no more than 10m away from him. He looked at the older vampire with complete contempt,
"What's matter, Peaches ? Lost your boy-toy?"
Angelus hated that. The name had stuck ever since Buffy accused him & Spike of being an item. Her triumph had been shortlived though. Spike saw to that.
"What's the matter Sweetcheeks? Your sex-toy malfunction? Still got the receipt? You should take her back."
"And you'd know exactly where to take her wouldn't you Cutie?"
Angelus laughed mockingly,
"Ooh. seething hatred suits you Harris. I should wind you up more often!!"

Spike sat on the roof above the feuding vampires with his new-born vamp, Emily the Ex-slayer. He laughed softly trying not to be heard,
"Now I'd expect that kind of behaviour from Harris, but not from Angelus!"
Both vampires heard him and Xander looked up to see the offender. Angelus, being the quicker-witted of the two, seized the opportunity, and lunged at Xander, throwing him across the road. Then sent Willow after him. Pushing Willow's leather clad figure off him, Xander whipped a throwing blade from his belt, and threw it with incredible accuracy. It hit Angelus straight in the heart, causing him to leak his dinner all over the road.
Seeing his sire to be in serious danger of being a very empty vampire, Spike leapt from the roof, landing directly on top of Xander.
Not quite having the confidence or agility as her sire, Emily gracefully descended via the trellis, to the chaos below.
The three male vampires were in a writhing pile in the middle of the road, and the pile began to grow, as minions from both sides joined in.
Emily looked at Willow, who was sitting on a garden wall swinging her legs. Willow looked back. Game face on, she leapt at the recently deceased Slayer, completely underestimating her abilities. With one swift kick, Willow was sent into the middle of the ball of vampires, head first.

It ended 2 hours later, when either side finally agreed to a cease-fire. You don't make a move, neither will we (fingers crossed behind backs).They backed away from either other, both anticipating a double cross.
When they were both at opposite ends of the street, they turned their backs on eachother and headed for home.
Spike patted his sire on the back,
"Nice one mate."
"Could've done better....you hungry?"
"Starving. You can't eat anything till we get you patched up. You'll spill it everywhere and there's no point in wasting it."
Spike watched as Emily veered left after an unsuspecting human who had failed to stick to the curfew, he looked at his sire,
"Mind if I - "
Angelus grinned mischevously,
"Go ahead. You know you want to."
Spike confirmed his temporary immaturity by pulling a tongue, and sprinted off after Emily.


Emily pulled a stake from her belt, and temporarily resuming her former position as Slayer, she approached the nervous teenager,
"Hey, don't you know it's way past curfew?!"
The boy looked at her, relieved to see a friend,
"I know. I needed to get my homework from school."
"Right. Want me to escort you home?"
Grateful for her offer of protection, he accepted, only to scream in terror as he saw Spike walking up behind her. Emily pouted as the boy ran,
"Now look what you did! He's run away!"
"You don't know the first thing about feeding, Em."
"I do too!"
"Do not"
"Do too!"
"Do not."
"Do - fine then. Teach me."
Spike smiled sinisterly,
"Lesson numero uno: only ever eat when hungry."
"Huh?! What kinda lesson is that?!"
"A perfectly good one. We'll run out of supplies otherwise."
"Okay. So lesson two."
"One lesson's enough for one night. Come on, home-time."
Emily snarled wildly and Spike raised an eyebrow,
"Angelus won't tolerate insubordination, and neither will I."
The youngster pouted and huffed,
"But I'm *hungry*!"
Spike relented,
"Lesson 2:violence is not essential. Favoured, but not essential."
He put his arm around her shoulder and recited the lessons Angelus has made him recite by heart as a youngster. They wandered through the park, and Emily tried to absorb as much knowledge as possible from her experienced sire,
"And last but not least : enjoy yourself. Now repeat everything I just said."
He watched his childe's face as she struggled to remember every detail,
"See why I said 1 was enough? Angelus expects all his descendents to know them off by heart. Why do you think we're so successful?"
Emily's nose crinkled in frustration,
"So can we start again?"
"Fair enough, Lesson number one?"
"Violence isn't essential. But it's favoured."
"Good girl."


*~*150 years earlier*~*


"Lesson 27?"
"Never eat too fast. The pain lasts longer the slower you drain."
"Lesson 12?"
Will shot back the answers with lightning speed. Well, you would too if your sire was standing over you, a crucifix on the end of a chain.
When he had gone through all the Lessons 3 times, Angelus smiled, impressed at his favourite's speed.
"See, what you can do Will when you practice?"
The slightly apprehsive vampire nodded eagerly, he'd been learning these Lessons for 3 months solid. Daytime, Night time. Work time, leisure time, and he put them into practice during his hunts. Up until now, William had used his face to attract and his fangs to kill. So far he'd found seduction easier. Angelus handed him back his shirt,
"Ready for a *real* kill?"
"But..."
"Oh *come on* Will, you've not gone chicken on me now, have you?"
"No!"
Angelus grabbed his cloak, his cane and put on his white gloves, and indicated for Will to do the same. They stepped out into the night, blending in with the crowd. They were just ordinary gentry, out for their evening stroll. William watched with admiration as his sire immediately adopted the style of walk and the swing of the cane, that the other "gentleman" used. He followed suit, running the Lessons over and over in his head. He followed Angelus behind a warehouse. What his sire meant by "a *real* kill" was not your usual obliteration of your mortal prey, but quite the opposite. The total obliteration of an opposing coven. Total being the operative word.
William stared around him in astonishment. Across the other side of the road was another coven, dressed in the same way, acting the same way, wanting the same thing. Control of London. Will knew very well that London was Angelus' patch. Thw whole of London, but apparently the other vamps thought London was theirs.
He felt his sire put a firm and confident hand on his shoulder,
"Tonight's the night, Will. Give 'em all you can ."
Will looked at Angelus, he wasn't much shorter than his sire, but Angelus had a habit of managing to look down his nose at anyone, even if they were taller than him.
"Remember what I taught you."
Darla and a few more of her children had already gathered there. She tossed him a stake. It was made of the finest mahogany. Nice weapon. She whispered in his ear,
"Look after that one, it's a family heirloom."
The young vampire looked up, just in time to see the other side charge at them, and without hesitation, he flew into action, dusting the first vampire that reached him.
Angelus, as the leader of his coven, stood at the back, as a spectator. So did the other coven-master. It was obvious which side would come through in one piece. Angelus had lost no-one so far, and his favourite, William, was almost on automatic, he staked any opponent that dared to move.
"William the Bloody." Angelus mused. He smiled with satisfaction. The title suited his childe well. "William the Bloody" he said again, then joined the battle as his main opponent approached the blood-shed. The enemy fledglings had been disposed of, and now it was down to Angelus to defeat their leader. It took the vampire 55seconds to win. Will timed it.
The favourite and his sire left the yard, grins of triumph splashed across their faces. William laughed aloud,
"Such a pretty night for a blood-bath!"
Angelus looked at his childe, his bloodsoaked clothes sticking to his body. Luckily none of it was his own. The youngster had a split lip, nothing more.
"I think it's time for your first title."
"So "bloody tosser" and "you fucking bastard" don't count?" William smiled brightly, he'd enjoyed that. Lots of blood spilt, and none of it his. What more could he ask for?
"Um...no, they don't." Angelus watched as Will almost *skipped* along side him, full of unused energy. "I think William the Bloody fits better."
"William the Bloody. Hmm...William the Bloody..."
"Are you criticising my decision?"
"No, sir! It's fine. It's better that fine. It's ..." William frantically tried to make up for his minor slip-up, while his sire stifled a laugh,
"Will. Doesn't matter. Even if you don't like it, you're stuck with it. So there."
Darla walked a few feet behind them, making a mental note to find out why Angelus was in such a good mood. It wasn't like him. The Angelus she'd made, was a twisted psychopath, taken to drastic mood swings, and none of them good.



*~*Present Day(2 weeks later)*~*



"Now repeat them again."
Emily obeyed, feeling the stolen blood from her last victim coursing through her veins. She sighed inwardly, this game was getting very old, very fast. The Lessons rolled from her tongue, as natural as a waterfall cascades over a cliff. Spike was impressed,
"You're a fast learner. Now, you put them into practice."


Angelus growled, 2wks of fasting had taken their toll. He needed blood, God how he needed it. Now. Right now. His heart had healed, leaving a light scar in the middle of his chest. He stood, letting his frustration escape in a single roar. Minions rushed to his aid, anticipating trouble.
"Get away from me you retards!"
With that, he seized the nearest minion, and drained him of the blood he had stolen. The inferior vampire fell to the floor, all energy taken from him.
Feeling better, Angelus mowed a path for himself in the growing crowd of vampires, and began his favourite game.