Chapter One
London, 1879; A backhand came across the face of a young man no more than 25 years.
"You poor disgrace," said the older man with a strong English accent. "You shame your family with this poetry of yours. Ah, young William, why could you have made me proud?"
"Father, I'm sorry," was all the dark haired boy could spit out.
"Your sorry? Were you sorry sorry when you ran away as your younger sister was beaten to death by those, 'vampires' you called them?" William's father yelled.
"Please," William muttered under his breath.
"Please, please," his father mocked, "your not even worth another beating my boy." With that his father walked away from William lying bloody on the floor.
Sunnydale, 2002; "Spike, is that you?" Clem asked as Spike stumble into his old crypt.
"Bloody well hope not," Spike said forcing himself over to Clem's couch to lye down.
"Bloody understatement of the year," replied Spike.
"Oh Spike, is it this slayer of yours again?" Clem asked.
Spike could only respond by quietly laughing at himself as Clem gave him a puzzled look.
Buffy came into her house around 3:00am. She found Dawn asleep on the couch with some old black and white horror movie playing. When Buffy reach down to turn it off she must have startled Dawn because she heard her ask, "Anything interesting go down tonight?"
Buffy replied, "Well, I did see.just some vamps. You know the usual."
Dawn smiled, "Ya, I know."
Smiling back Buffy said, "C'mon, go to bed. I gotta think about some stuff."
Dawn left Buffy alone with her thoughts as she walked up the stairs.
As Buffy sat there she couldn't keep her mind off Spike. He said he was sorry. "Is it possible that this soulless monster has changed?"
Buffy awoke the next morning realizing that it was almost noon. "Crap," she though as she jumped up, "Dawn's late for school." Buffy ran up the stairs to find that Dawn wasn't in her room.
"Dawn-awn," Buffy yelled.
After no response Buffy figured Dawn must have gone to school by herself. "Hm, she's getting more responsible than I though," she thought to herself.
As Buffy began to make herself breakfast she was reminded of Spike. He seemed different and it wasn't just the new look. She couldn't figure it out, but she knew it was defiantly something big.
Spike hadn't slept all last night and it wasn't just Clem's snoring. He hadn't had a descent night's sleep in months. He'd been torturing himself with memories of his unlife. For 119 years Spike had offered pain to almost everyone he knew and he enjoyed every minute of it.
London, 1880; "Hey pop," announced William as he saw his father climb out of a train car.
"William, my boy, I never thought I'd see ye again," William's father said running up to his son.
"Been a while," William said smiling, "I want you to meet some mates of mine."
"Yes, anything my boy. I can't wait tell your mother about ya," replied his father.
William took his father over to where three people were standing; a tall dark haired man with two younger-looking women, one blonde, the other brunette. Pointing to each of them William said, "This is Angelus, Darla, and my lovely bird, Drusilla."
His father took Darla's and Drusilla's hands and lightly kissed them. "Charmed," he said as they both curtsied.
"Ooh," Drusilla, "it's time to celebrate my William's party."
"William what does she me." he asked turning around, but cut himself off when he saw his son's, now demonic, visage. "William, what's happened te ya?" he said backing away slightly until he hit Angelus. When he turned around he noticed the other three's faces were now in the same demonic form.
"Well pop, it real interesting. Remember me baby sis?" Not caring to wait far an answer William and the others start backing William's father towards the train tracks. "Well," he continued smiling, "seems vampires are real. Seem they killed poor William too."
While backing away William's father stumbled onto the tracks. "My boy, I'm so very sorry," he said beginning to cry.
"Don't be sorry for me pop," he said as he backhanded his father. 'Boy this brings back memories," he said as he punched his father again. "But something's missing." William quickly picked up a large railway spike. "Ah there it is," his face lit up, "and by the way - its Spike now," he stated just before he jammed the spike through his father's skull.
Angelus walked up to Spike and patted him on the back and with a thick Irish accent said "Well William, time to eat. Killing fathers always gives me an appitite."
Spike just smiled as their faces turned normal and they walked off towards the city.
Sunnydale, 2002; Spike just shuttered as the memory of one of his earliest kills came rushing through him.
London, 1879; A backhand came across the face of a young man no more than 25 years.
"You poor disgrace," said the older man with a strong English accent. "You shame your family with this poetry of yours. Ah, young William, why could you have made me proud?"
"Father, I'm sorry," was all the dark haired boy could spit out.
"Your sorry? Were you sorry sorry when you ran away as your younger sister was beaten to death by those, 'vampires' you called them?" William's father yelled.
"Please," William muttered under his breath.
"Please, please," his father mocked, "your not even worth another beating my boy." With that his father walked away from William lying bloody on the floor.
Sunnydale, 2002; "Spike, is that you?" Clem asked as Spike stumble into his old crypt.
"Bloody well hope not," Spike said forcing himself over to Clem's couch to lye down.
"Bloody understatement of the year," replied Spike.
"Oh Spike, is it this slayer of yours again?" Clem asked.
Spike could only respond by quietly laughing at himself as Clem gave him a puzzled look.
Buffy came into her house around 3:00am. She found Dawn asleep on the couch with some old black and white horror movie playing. When Buffy reach down to turn it off she must have startled Dawn because she heard her ask, "Anything interesting go down tonight?"
Buffy replied, "Well, I did see.just some vamps. You know the usual."
Dawn smiled, "Ya, I know."
Smiling back Buffy said, "C'mon, go to bed. I gotta think about some stuff."
Dawn left Buffy alone with her thoughts as she walked up the stairs.
As Buffy sat there she couldn't keep her mind off Spike. He said he was sorry. "Is it possible that this soulless monster has changed?"
Buffy awoke the next morning realizing that it was almost noon. "Crap," she though as she jumped up, "Dawn's late for school." Buffy ran up the stairs to find that Dawn wasn't in her room.
"Dawn-awn," Buffy yelled.
After no response Buffy figured Dawn must have gone to school by herself. "Hm, she's getting more responsible than I though," she thought to herself.
As Buffy began to make herself breakfast she was reminded of Spike. He seemed different and it wasn't just the new look. She couldn't figure it out, but she knew it was defiantly something big.
Spike hadn't slept all last night and it wasn't just Clem's snoring. He hadn't had a descent night's sleep in months. He'd been torturing himself with memories of his unlife. For 119 years Spike had offered pain to almost everyone he knew and he enjoyed every minute of it.
London, 1880; "Hey pop," announced William as he saw his father climb out of a train car.
"William, my boy, I never thought I'd see ye again," William's father said running up to his son.
"Been a while," William said smiling, "I want you to meet some mates of mine."
"Yes, anything my boy. I can't wait tell your mother about ya," replied his father.
William took his father over to where three people were standing; a tall dark haired man with two younger-looking women, one blonde, the other brunette. Pointing to each of them William said, "This is Angelus, Darla, and my lovely bird, Drusilla."
His father took Darla's and Drusilla's hands and lightly kissed them. "Charmed," he said as they both curtsied.
"Ooh," Drusilla, "it's time to celebrate my William's party."
"William what does she me." he asked turning around, but cut himself off when he saw his son's, now demonic, visage. "William, what's happened te ya?" he said backing away slightly until he hit Angelus. When he turned around he noticed the other three's faces were now in the same demonic form.
"Well pop, it real interesting. Remember me baby sis?" Not caring to wait far an answer William and the others start backing William's father towards the train tracks. "Well," he continued smiling, "seems vampires are real. Seem they killed poor William too."
While backing away William's father stumbled onto the tracks. "My boy, I'm so very sorry," he said beginning to cry.
"Don't be sorry for me pop," he said as he backhanded his father. 'Boy this brings back memories," he said as he punched his father again. "But something's missing." William quickly picked up a large railway spike. "Ah there it is," his face lit up, "and by the way - its Spike now," he stated just before he jammed the spike through his father's skull.
Angelus walked up to Spike and patted him on the back and with a thick Irish accent said "Well William, time to eat. Killing fathers always gives me an appitite."
Spike just smiled as their faces turned normal and they walked off towards the city.
Sunnydale, 2002; Spike just shuttered as the memory of one of his earliest kills came rushing through him.