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Chapter Three: meanwhile in the lair…

"What the Fuck did you kill her for?!" William the Bloody aka 'Spike' raged against Angelous. "You know what an enraged slayer can do, Why did you have to go do something so stupid as to kill one of her friends? She'll go berserk hunting you…"

"Silence!" Angelous Thundered "By what right do you demand an accounting of me?!""You're nothing more then a pathetic cripple feeding on what pitiful morsels your betters throw your way."

Griping the handles of his wheel chair so hard as to leave finger prints on the aluminum frame beneath the padding, his face flushed with rage as he struggled with himself not to disprove Angel's taunt. Normally not even a 400 year old vampire could have healed in the month since Buffy dropped a pipe organ on his back so Spike should have still been completely crippled. The truth was that Spike was by no means completely healed. He could manage to stand and perhaps even lunge a few paces to wipe the taunt off Angelous's face. The problem is that doing so would reveal that he was healing much faster than your typical vampire.

Even before William the bloody had become the Vampire Spike he'd learned on the streets of 19th century London that while hiding your weaknesses was important hiding your true strengths was even more important. This was even more true of a young vampire trying to live with a fanatic like Angelous then it was of the son of a whore trying to survive in the streets of London.

Seeing his expression Angelous sneered "You know it, don't you? You know you're pathetic and you hate it."

"At least I'm not Angel, the souled Vampire, The slayer's boy-toy" the taunt slipped out from Spike's mouth before he could gain control of it.

The blow was so fast a mortal would have seen nothing but a blur and even Spike couldn't move fast enough to avoid being sent tumbling all across the room to slam against the wall. "That…creature is gone! Destroyed as if it never was. You will not speak of that…that abomination again!"Angelous hissed in such a rage that his features twisted showing the demon that resided in him. "Do. You. Understand. Cripple."Angelous snarled biting off each word.

"Yes" Spike whispered, hoarse with rage.

"Good. Now call Dru, We'll have to move around a bit for the next couple of days since I don't want to meet the Slayer or her friends until my latest surprise is ready for them.

Despite himself Spike was intrigued although he didn't bother asking Angelous what the surprise was, thus depriving the older Vampire with the chance to refuse to tell him. Instead he concentrated on getting back into his wheel chair while leaving his legs limp since he was supposed to still be crippled and it wouldn't do to have Angelous glance in his direction and see him using his legs.

Once Spike had laboriously made his way back into his wheel chair without giving away his true state to Angelous he meant to look for Drusilla, maybe Angelous would tell her what the surprise was so he wouldn't have to ask. But before he could go looking for her she came to them clutching her doll tight to her chest.

"The stars said Daddy made me a new sister to play with"Dru said as she entered the room her little girl's voice containing the same eerie undertone it always carried after a particularly intense vision.

"A sister?"Spike asked her curiously "Did the stars tell you anything about this sister of yours?"Spike asked before his brain caught up with him. "So that's the surprise. He didn't kill the red head he turned her." Why don't you come meet her he gestured towards where Willow's body lay on the floor.

Drusilla's reaction to Willow's body wasn't anything Spike had expected. Considering Drusilla's crazy reactions Spike had been prepared for anything from Dru settling down to play with the body like an over sized doll to claiming that it wasn't the sister the stars promised her. What Dru did was shout "Little tree", drop her doll and run screaming out of the room. At that Angelous finally looked up from Spike's books he was browsing through.

"What's gotten into her now?"Angelous sighed, closing the book he was going over, a rather pitiful collection of spells and rituals but unfortunately the best he had at the moment since Angel had burned all his spell books after the Gypsies had created him with their spells. "Get a couple of minions to bury her in the basement and pack everything up," Angelous ordered. "I'll see if I can't calm Dru fast enough that we won't have to leave through the sewers." Angelous followed Drusilla out.