AN: Buffy is not the slayer. Drusilla and Darla died 50 yrs ago. Angel never god cursed with a soul by those sneaky gypsies and Faith is the slayer but not all evil and such with Willow, Xander, and Oz was scoobies and Giles as a watcher. Think season 3 scoobs cause they're still in high school.

Disclaimer: I don't really get why I have to do this? We all know I own nothing. Okay well not so true, the character of Ruby is mine but still. You can even borrow her if you ask me real nice though. Anyways like I was saying. Sadly, I own nothing of the Buffyverve. Sigh.

William watched his secret love from afar. She was a golden goddess. She would never notice him though. Not in the way he yearned for. A childhood playmate that had bloomed into a beautiful woman. Effulgent. His bloody awful poetry would get him no where with a noble woman such as Elizabeth though. Edward Foxmoore approaching the object of his affections propelled him out of his thoughts. Jealousy ripped through him as she laughed at something he'd said. He watched for a few more moments before he finally could not take it anymore and stormed out of the party into an alley. A raven haired beauty then approached him with feline like grace and...

Spike was ripped violently from his dream by the sound of a female scream from downstairs. He growled in frustration and sat up in his bed. Bloody hell! Another dream about her. He remembered his Elizabeth perfectly. Every detail of her down to her unique scent of vanilla, He was such a soddin poof. William all over again when his thoughts turned to Elizabeth Winters. He'd loved Drusilla; he really had but not nearly like he'd loved Lizzy. The loony bird had known it too. Always rambling on about how her Spike loved the sunshine and would never be completely in the dark with her. "Didn't really matter anyways. Dru'd been all to dedicated to her "Daddy," Angelus.

Both women in whom he'd loved had died long ago. Dru staked by a slayer and Elizabeth of the Yellow Fever. He'd returned to his home about three after he was turned for her. He'd been in the graveyard and seen it.

Elizabeth Winters Foxmoore

Beloved Daughter

Devoted Wife

Loving Mother

Victim of Yellow Fever

He'd almost greeted the sunrise that morning but Dru had come and dragged him away in the nick of time. He sighed at the still painful memory and crawled out of bed, slipping on a pair of black jeans and a black tee and headed downstairs.

Angelus had some brunette haired girl chained to the wall was now taking a whip to her. Spike sighed. Never was one to torture his dinner.

"William my boy," Angelus acknowledged his presence, "Just has a little fun. Got myself a screamer here." To prove his point, he took the whip down on the girl's chest hard. The girl let out a scream of pain that gave great pleasure to both vamps.

Spike smirked, "You have your fun peaches. 'M gonna go grab a bite to eat."

Angelus didn't reply, he was too busy grinning evilly and selecting a new torture device.