Ok people thank you so much for reviewing Higgy and Soul11 I will be reading your fic if I haven't already!! This chapter is longer than the others – I was going to post the chapter then decided I'd make it longer first. Also, it's a teeny bit different because the first part is from Angelus' POV, but then it goes back to Will. And, I forgot to mention before that Angelus sired Spike. End of. I do not believe in Drusilla siring him and I refuse to, so please don't try to persuade me otherwise because it will not work! As far as I'm concerned, there is a serious loophole in Canon which can be flaunted but I won't go into detail here. Oh, and I raised the rating because I'm not sure about what it should be and I don't wanna get in trouble for it being too low! Enjoy!

I watched him fall asleep, then left. Drusilla and Darla were hanging around outside the door and they followed me downstairs.

"What happened?" Darla asked.

"Is Will going to be ok? Miss Edith says he was ambushed by savage wolves. She say's he was ever so brave, Daddy, is he going to be ok? Will he get better soon?"

I turned to Darla. "He's sleeping."

"Is he hurt?"

"Yes, Dru, of course he's hurt!" I said irritably. "If you want to help you can go and wash him, but don't wake him up."

Drusilla nodded, eyes wide, and scurried upstairs to do what I said. Darla looked at me.

"Do you know where he was, Angelus, or what he was doing to get himself in a state like that?"

"No. He's in no condition to talk right now."

"Well I don't think we can really do much until we find out, do you?" She settled herself down on the settee.

"Something or someone beat him up pretty badly. He's caked in his own blood. And I don't think he's fed since the night he was eavesdropping." I sat beside her and groaned. "Why is he always so much work? I feel old!"

Darla smiled and stroked my hair. "But you are, my darling, much older than William, and he's your childe." She leant up and kissed me. "But let him learn things for himself," she whispered, and started to unbutton my shirt. I stopped her with a sigh.

"Darla I can't, Will needs me."

Her face closed and she turned away suddenly. "Fine. Go be with him then, since you clearly don't want me."

"Darla-" I protested.

"Not now, Angelus, I'm tired." She got up and left the room. "See to William now, if you must," she called back coldly.

I let out my breath heavily and headed upstairs. I caught Drusilla changing the water she was washing Will with and told her to go and get him something to eat. It was dark now.

"Find a young virgin if you can, Dru. He needs the sustenance."

Dru smiled wickedly and left without a word. I pushed open the door to Will's room and crept in. Drusilla had washed the dried blood out of his hair and face, and I could now see just how bad his injuries were. What had done this to him? He had one black eye, and cuts, burns and bruises covering his face. One side of his head was badly burnt, the hair singed. I guessed this was from the sun, as he tried to get home. There was a crossbow bolt sticking out from his chest and I yanked it out, trying not to wake him.

I leant down and kissed the burn gently, and he flinched in his sleep. My poor, beautiful boy. I was going to kill whoever did this, and kill them painfully. No one harms my childer.

Angelus kissed my burn and I flinched, but kept my eyes shut. I didn't want him to know I was awake. I could smell the rage on him and I really, really couldn't face him right now.

Eventually I knew I'd have to open my eyes, so I did, and shut them again instantly at the sight of his angry face.

"Will, open your eyes," he commanded, and I opened one. "Can you sit up?" I tried to move, pulling myself up the bed with my good hand until I was sitting against the headboard.

"Yeh," I said shakily.

"Good. I need to talk to you." He sat down on the bed beside me, crushing my right hand as he did so. I yelped and drew it away, cradling it in my lap. Angelus frowned and the smell of his rage deepened. I was beginning to dread what he would do.

"What's that? Your hand? Let me see."

He took hold of it and gently moved it over towards him. He flexed the first finger and I drew in a breath sharply, which just added to the pain because I felt the broken ribs move. He must've seen it in my face because he frowned some more. Then he pulled out the crossbow shard that was still in there. I held back a cry. "Who did this, Will?" he whispered, his voice deadly.

"Watchers, three of them, and a potential Slayer."

"Why?"

"They wanted-" I coughed suddenly. "They wanted to know where we lived, they wanted to kill you."

Angelus' already terrifying face tightened. "And?"

"I told them a fake one. Stupid, stupid Watchers believed me." I tried a smirk, but it didn't work and just pulled on the delicate burnt skin.

Angelus smiled. "Well done, boy. Drusilla's coming with someone to eat soon. I'll bring it up when it arrives." He got up to leave.

"Wait! Angelus, is my hand – is it going to heal?"

"Yes." He turned away again, then stopped with his back to me. "Will..." he began, not turning round. "I'm sorry for what I did to your hand." Then he left, opening the door as quietly as he had come in.

I was dumbfounded. Was my hearing ok? Did Angelus just apologise to me? Well it was true enough, if he hadn't broken all my fingers my hand wouldn't be as messed up as it is now. But I deserved it didn't I? I can't even remember what I did now, but I must've deserved it, that's how Angelus' logic works.

All these thoughts were making my head feel funny so I lay back down and tried to sleep once more.

It only seemed a minute later when Angelus returned with a young girl. She was terrified and the scent of her made me growl despite myself. He threw her at me and I sank into her neck instantly. I drained her until there was not a drop left, and it was the best meal I'd had in ages. Usually I had to share a kill with Dru, and even then it was never such good blood as this. Drusilla must have been exceptionally strong to have brought her all the way home and not tasted a drop.

I felt better after my feed and Angelus chucked me some clean clothes. "Darla and I want to talk to you downstairs."

I changed then went to join them all downstairs. Drusilla was there too, looking very solemn, Miss Edith clasped in her lap. Darla was smiling and had her head on Angelus' shoulder, the way she always did when they'd made up after a fight. I walked in and they all looked at me.

"Sit down Will. I want you to tell us everything that you remember from when we all went out."

I blinked a couple of times then sat down beside Dru. "Um... I woke up, then I went through to the kitchen and – oh! There was this girl, she said she was from Germany to come and learn from you or something like that." I watched Darla whisper something to Angelus with a smirk that made him smile. "And then I was hungry so I went out." Angelus's face turned into a frown so I carried on quickly. "I did everything right, I found a girl from that alley, you know, and asked her about her family and stuff. I took her to the rubbish dump and I was about to bite her when she pulled out a cross and made me back off. And then I knocked the cross away but three other men came out of nowhere. They were flipping Watchers and they knocked me out. When I woke up I was chained up and they were all there. The girl was called May, she was a potential Slayer. Two of the Watchers were twins, and the other was older. They kept asking me where our lair was, except first they called it a nest and I told them that was only birds, then the Watcher said Fledgling is used for birds too." Angelus laughed at that, and Darla smirked again. "I wouldn't tell them so they beat me up a bit-" at this point Dru whimpered and stroked my arm. "Then eventually I told them a fake address. They believed me – I don't know why cos it's the oldest trick in the book – and all went off to kill you. Then I escaped and went into the sewers. That's it really." I looked at Angelus' face.

"So it was Watchers? Could you lead me back to their council boy?"

I nodded.

"Good. Hurry up and heal, then we'll go on a massacre," he said, with an evil glint in his eye. Darla giggled. At least she was happy tonight. My guess was that Angelus had let her get her way again.

Drusilla was whispering excitedly to Miss Edith. "Angel says we may kill the nasty wolves! Maybe he'll let you come if you're very good."

Darla sighed. "How many times, Drusilla, its Angelus, not Angel!"

Angelus growled playfully at her and took hold of her lower lip in his teeth. "Leave her be." Darla smiled a little and nipped his tongue, letting her fangs emerge without shifting her whole face. I don't know how she does that, I've never been able to do it. In fact, I had problems with the whole face issue when I was first turned.

I shook myself, not wanting to remember that. I glanced over at Drusilla, only to find that she'd gone.

Angelus and Darla were all over each other. She whispered something to her, then, quick as lightening, he stood and scooped her up into his arms. Darla rested her head against his shoulder and gave another uncharacteristic giggle.

"Angelus! Put me down!"

"Kiss me."

"Only if you put me down!"

"Promise?"

"Yes!"

Angelus set her on her feet and she smiled, leaning up to kiss him. I watched jealously, wanting Angelus to myself. Darla saw me looking and rubbed it in some more, pulling his head down and giving him the Darla look, which made him smirk and slip and arm around her waist.

I decided I didn't want to watch this anymore and so I pushed myself of the seat, starting to leave. But I hadn't taken all my injuries into account and so I had to grip the armrest because my broken ribs were grinding against each other. Darla deliberately turned Angelus so that he wouldn't notice and he was focusing all his attentions on her. Bitch. I glared at her as I moved slowly out of the room.

Dru was upstairs in one of our rooms. We had loads, giving us a choice of beds. This was useful for when Darla and Angelus had fallen out and wanted to sleep separately. This room was the one we had been sharing before she decided I was beneath her because she was no longer a fledgling.

She was standing beside the window, gazing unseeingly into the black night. "Drusilla? Kitten?"

Dru didn't answer me, just swayed a little and hummed to herself. Probably having a vision, one of her good ones. I came up behind her and slipped an arm round her waist. She didn't protest and I kissed her ear. The hum turned into a purr of appreciation and she rested her head against my shoulder.

"Can you see something, pet?" I whispered in her hair.

I felt her smile. "Silly Will. The wolves are all still and their blood runs through your hair." She turned and stroked my head. "Is it warm, my Spike?" she said softly. "Does it flow like sticky syrup down your neck?"

Now I have to say I have no idea what she was on about but it was clearly keeping her happy and she was paying attention to me which is more than I can say for Angelus.

"Yes, Dru, it does."

She giggled and bit her lip as she gazed at me. "My knight. My big brave Will." She kissed me softly and I smiled. I had been longing for this.

Some part of me kept telling me that I meant nothing to her, that as soon as Angelus called she would come running adoringly, but at that moment I didn't care. Drusilla was with me, not Angelus, and she was happy. I smiled properly, feeling better than I had done in days, and took her hand, leading her towards the bed.