Thanks as always to my beloved reviewers; I am slowly trying to explain things, I've moved a few conversations forward in the running of things and that should clear things up without changing the story.
There's some violence in this part. I think I'm definitely going to have to up the rating of this to R at some point but I'm not quite sure that it's there yet so I'll leave it at PG-13 unless anyone has any complaints, just be warned that this is, after all, an Angelus fic.
Part Eight –
//There's oceans between us and that's not very far//
It took an hour for Spike to lead them through the twisting beach caves to the entrance to the Initiative, despite the Initiative's reputation for being secretive the entrance wasn't hidden. In fact it lacked any stealthiness at all. The door itself was a round steel door, like a porthole airlock with eight pressure locks encircling it. Set in the rough hewn stone beside it was a silver keypad with letters and numbers under the thirty-six buttons. Still fuelled by anger Angelus drew his arm back to smash the key-pad, but with vampiric speed Spikes hand shot out and caught it mid swing.
"Angelus, wait. There are fifteen Aurelius boys on their way here, they can help us."
Angelus vamped out and with inhuman strength slammed Spike into the cave wall with his free hand. "When will they be here?"
"Five minutes…" Spike choked, though he didn't need to breath, some self-preservation instinct left from his human beginnings compelled him to claw at Angelus arms in an attempt to loosen his grip. "Ten at most. They went. To get. Explosives." Angelus dropped Spike in a heap on the cave floor, it occurred to him somewhere through the blinding rage and desire for blood to be spilt that he didn't have a plan, as such.
"Good." His wicked smirk returned for the first time in months and he laughed. "We'll take them to hell, and meet them there." He inspected the lock again. "Giles and I will get Buffy you two stay here when the others come start to spread the explosives." With that Angelus slammed his fist through the lock and the sparks and flames that leaked out seemed to over his skin without him even noticing. With the keypad inactive Angelus wrenched the airlock open, jumping through the door he seized the soldier who ran to stop him and in one smooth movement snapped his neck. Tossing the body to the floor he grabbed the soldiers friend who was standing stead-fast. The boy was probably only just twenty with reddish-blonde hair that hung limply around his face. The boy cocked his gun and tried to reach for his communicator. Angelus was there in a moment a deadly whirlwind of fists and fangs that had the boy pinned against the wall in a moment.
"Take us to the Slayer." Angelus growled, the boy just nodded.
Faith watched the events transpire before her eyes and found it difficult no to understand why Buffy had fallen for Angelus, that guy definitely looked fine in leather pants. The boy had led Angelus and Giles round the corner, and presumably off to find Buffy. She found herself pondering the relationship between Angelus and Giles it was strange the way they held an almost begrudging respect for each other. It was only because of Buffy of course, except… "Spike?"
"Yeah?" He replied looking up from the spot on the cave floor he'd been staring at.
"What's being bound?" Spike met her eyes for a moment, shock registering in their grey depths.
"They really don't make Watchers like they used to do they?" He laughed for a short moment, but stopped when Faith punched him in the jaw. "Hey!" Straightening himself he shook of his demon mask, which had appeared when Faith hit him. "It's part of vampire lore that every vampire has to choose a mate. Someone to be with forever." Predicting Faith's response he shook his head. "Buffy won't die of old age now pet, she'll stay this age forever well unless Angelus doesn't get to her soon because then the link'll break." Faith wasn't following what he said so he stopped and started again. "When Angelus drank Buffy's blood-"
"He did what?" Faith practically screamed at him and she jumped up from where she'd been slouched on the floor and started pacing the narrow walkway of the cave. Till finally she settled with her head against the cool torn stone of the wall. "Keep going."
"When he drank her blood, she must've drank a bit of his as well, only instead of then killing her, or turning her. He just left her human. That's the bonding ceremony. Well essentially, it's not normally done in an alleyway and there's supposed to be guys in robes and ritually sacrifices. Angelus doesn't stand for ceremony, that's why I've been running his order for five years, since Angelus killed the Master and Darla."
"You're off the point." Faith turned to glare at him and Spike was a little shocked to find that some of the fire in her eyes, was just… gone. He had no idea how much Buffy had betrayed Faith by letting a vampire bite her. This coming from the girl who'd been shagging the undead for well nigh a year now.
"It set up a connection between himself and Buffy, now if Buffy dies Angelus dies, and vice versa. And they can feel each others feelings. Sense each other. They're both virtually immortal now, only thing that'd kill them would be if they push the link too far."
"Which is what they've been doing."
"Angelus was waiting for her to came find her him, but that Slayer knows her mind. Even though it was hurting her she wouldn't come, eventually he went to fetch her, but by the time he got there these guys had got here and the shields around this place were wearing down at the bond too. By rights they should be dead all ready, Slayer was certainly hurting, she spent most of her time sleeping." A faint clatter down the corridor told the pair that there reinforcements had arrived and they stood to greet them. The time for talking was over.
By the time Angelus and Giles rounded the corner to the cellblocks they had left their guide behind. He'd tried to call for help and Angelus had left him unconscious on the floor, Giles preventing him from killing the boy. The pair now relied solely on Angelus vampiric smell, and he was pained to admit he had no trouble tracking her. The smell of her blood was thick and heady in the air combined with fear and something else - something not quite right. Angelus pinpointed the right cell immediately, halfway up the corridor on the right, slowing with caution Angelus motioned for Giles to be quite behind him. The light in the cell Angelus stopped at was dim and Giles' poor human sight could barely make out the silhouette of the slouched figure inside.
"That's not Buffy." He heard Angelus growl before he collapsed, darkness over taking him before he hit the ground.
Professor Walsh stepped out of the cell, waiting for the bodies to be moved before she passed them by. The girl had been right she thought she said 'he' was coming for her and she had been right she presumed the slayer had been talking about the dark-haired vampire rather than the older man. Crouching on the ground next to the bodies she studied the face of the vampire. Even though he wasn't breathing she found it difficult to believe he was really one of the undead. his skin was a gentle alabaster instead of the ice white of the other vampires she'd studied and he was stronger too, much older she'd guess than the other vampires, it had taken a volley of shots from her soldiers to take him down. His shirt was loose around his neck where it had been torn and in between the folds of fabric she could just make out the lines of a tattoo. Was this? She had to be sure; tentatively she reached out to pull the fabric back. Angelus continued to lie still presumably unconscious. But he was positioned awkwardly and she had to shuffle closer toward him in order to reach. She leaned over his prone form, leaving her stomach vulnerable to his attack. Angelus used it. His eyes shot open, and before Walsh could even realise what was happening he had shoved a dagger through the soft flesh of her stomach.
The soldiers rushed around their leader trying to stem the flow of blood, but it was no use the dagger had been embedded up to it's hilt and the blood pulsed past it in a steady stream only getting faster with the soldiers clumsy attempts to slow it. In a last burst of furious energy Walsh turned to face Angelus. "Screw you, Liam." She coughed and blood splayed across the white tile floor of the corridor. "You'll never find your sister now." Satisfied at the expression on Angelus' face she died laughing.
TBC
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