Disclaimers: I don't own this, Joss does. Lucky bastard.

Feedback: Yeesh. Write a sequel everyone asks for and barely anyone reads it. Ahh, the irony of it all.

Author's Note: Here's the next segment; more about Angelus, Dru, and Spike. Enjoy!

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"I have what you requested."

The figure was large, menacing, and dangerously muscular. A black cloak was draped over his massive frame, billowing slightly from the breeze, the fabric pulling back to reveal a hint of a black, furry underbelly. Clutching a small package wrapped in plain, brown paper, he stood, ancient and foreboding.

He lifted the miniscule box in his hands and held it out in front of him. The vampire plucked the package from his grip, put it up to his ear, and shook it. The demon's eyes grew big, and he reached out to put his hand on Angelus' arm in an attempt to get him to stop.

"Wait, no, don't shake it!"

Angelus glanced at the hand then back to the massive, furred face. He grinned. "What can I say? I'm giddy with anticipation. I just can't stand to wait." He reached out and took the demon's arm, twisting it sharply. The demon cried out in pain as the bone snapped, a loud popping noise resounding throughout the room. Angelus, ever smiling, dropped the limp arm, which was now bent at a very unappealing angle. "You almost touched the leather," he chided, as if it were a quite reasonable explanation for breaking the demon's arm.

The demon watched Angelus with narrowed eyes, in a great deal of pain as well as anger. Cautiously he broached the vampire again, making sure to keep his limbs well away from the vicious creatures grasp. "About my payment -"

"Oh, yes," Angelus said, "Couldn't forget that, now could we?" He passed the package to Drusilla, who was standing to his side, watching the encounter with a large, giddy smile plastered on her face.

"Ooh, Daddy," she cooed, "Can I open it?"

"Not now, Dru," he scolded, "I'm doing business, here. When I'm done with Furby here, we'll open it together, okay?"

She gave a small frown and released the bit of twine that she had been grasping between her fingers. Angelus watched her do this and, with a satisfied smile, bent down to retrieve the demon's payment. A small baby was cradled in the vampire's arms, and the demon smiled, a low growl sounding in the back of his throat. He was very hungry.

The demon reached out for the baby, warm drool leaking from the corner of his mouth, but Angelus pulled it just out of reach, grinning at the demon's eagerness. "Ah, ah, ah," he tsked, "How do I know that you gave me what I asked for? You wouldn't happen to be lying to me, would you?"

"No, no, not at all!" the demon stuttered, "You can open it now! I delivered, like I said. Now it's your turn to keep up your end of the bargain."

Angelus looked at the baby, then the demon, and thought for a moment, as if considering what he should do. "Aww, look at that face," he said, mockingly, "I know you could never lie to me. Here's ya go." He tossed the baby to the demon, who flailed wildly and caught the screaming infant with his good arm right before it hit the ground. Panting the demon glared up at Angelus, who grinned in return.

"Nice catch, there, buddy. Ever consider going out for football?"

The demon narrowed his eyes, but turned his gaze back to the screaming baby. He licked his lips, gave one last passing glance at the two vampires, then turned to leave. He headed for the exit, but was stopped by a finger tapping on his shoulder.

"One more thing."

Angelus' voice sounded behind him, and the demon spun around, angry. He disliked this creature greatly, was very hungry, and did not wish to deal with him any more. If he took too long, his meal would go cold.

"What is it, vampire?" he growled, baring his teeth. In one fluid motion, Angelus had his hands wrapped around the demon's head, and, before it knew what had happened, the vampire had snapped its neck. In the split second before his death, the demon reminded himself never to deal in underworld trades again. They almost always ended up badly.

The limp body dropped to the floor, and Angelus caught the infant before it could fall to the cold, dirt floor beneath them. In a flash he was in his game face, had leaned over the squirming infant, and plunged his fangs deep into its neck. After a few minutes of feeding, Angelus tossed the tiny body to the ground. With a sadistic smile, he turned back to the Drusilla, who was busy swaying and humming to herself, the package in her hands long forgotten.

"And that's how it's done," he said, his voice filled with egotistic pride. He walked over to Dru and took the box from her hands, sliding his fingers over it. "This is it."

She looked up at him, then down at the package, and smiled sweetly. "Can we open it now? Pretty please? The paper is making my insides sing."

Slipping a finger under the thin twine, Angelus snapped it with as much ease as he had the demon's bones. He passed the box to Dru, who was hopping up and down and clapping like a child. "Don't drop it," he warned her, steadying her hands around it. She frowned again, bringing it up to her ear.

"I can hear the sea," she whispered to herself, her eyes growing wide, "It's drawing me to it. So cold."

Angelus rolled his eyes and placed his hands on hers. "It's real easy, Dru. You just put your fingers under the wrapping and pull. It comes right off."

The ocean forgotten, Drusilla smiled widely. "Like skin! Just a little tug and you get to see what's hidden underneath." She prodded at a flap of brown paper with one slim digit, then ripped upwards, giggling as it tore. With the finesse of a child on a holiday, she ravaged the paper with her sharp fingernails. When all of the brown wrapping lay on the floor in small strips and only the plain box remained, Angelus took it from her hands, ignoring her upset whimper.

He dug his thumb under the cardboard flap, lifting it up and tilting the contents of the box into his palm. They both watched as a small, white glass ball fell into his hand. Dru stared at it, surprise written all over her face.

"It's so . . ." she trailed off, for the first time in her life at a loss for words.

"Fake," Angelus finished, glaring at it angrily, "The Lithadian Orb, mystical weapon of the greatest warriors, endowed with the power to curse the undead . . ." he gave a wholly unpleasant chuckle, "Is not this. It's not this fucking trinket!" With a disgusted look, he flung the small item to the floor, where it landed with a dull thud. Drusilla watched him quietly, then turned her gaze to the fallen orb.

"I should have known," he chastised himself, pacing back and forth angrily, "Never to trust demons. They'll always screw you, always! And now . . . now all this planning has been for nothing! Fuck!" he growled, "Now I can't even torture him for lying to me!" With an anguished bellow, he kicked the corpse of the demon lying on the ground, stiffening slowly. "I'm starting to think that -"

"Daddy," Drusilla cut him off, meekly, her eyes glued to the item on the floor.

"What is it, Dru?" he asked, a vicious edge to his voice.

"Look," she said, pointing at the orb on the floor. The small piece of glass had begun glowing a bright blue, the light growing in intensity and illuminating the room. His rant forgotten, Angelus bent down to examine it. As it continued glowing, a grin slowly grew on his face.

"Well that's more like it!" he said, picking it up in his hand and running his fingers over the smooth surface. "Guess I was wrong about you." He walked over to the corpse and patted it on the back in a friendly manner, "This is great!" Angelus turned to Dru, pulling her into a quick embrace, "Finally things are going my way!"

When he noticed that she hadn't reacted, he pulled away, a questioning expression on his face. "Dru?"

She continued to stare into the orb, watching the glowing blue beam with intense fascination. "So effulgent," she said, her voice low and reverent. She plucked the orb from his hands and looked at it, lovingly.

"What are you hiding from us?"

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To be Continued.... (soon)