This chapter I really liked to write, it's called A New Ally and an Old Buddy. I love this chapter cause I really can express, in a very odd way, everyone's feelings, especially Aubrea's!

When I awoke the next night I was somewhere that I hadn't been before, but for some reason I could vaguely remember it. I stood up and walked in pitch black, as if I knew where I was going and what to avoid on the ground and where that stuff was as well. My mind was racing and I still was having trouble remembering what had happened that could have gotten me to this strange place.

I was feeling around a wall that I had finally found and was about to switch on the lamp that I had found when the door opened at the other end of what I could now tell was a walk in closet.

In the door way there was a strange figure standing and blocking my view of what was on the other side of the door.

To my relief it was Angel.

He was looking in for me and I could tell he couldn't see me in the way corner in a shadow… but he did know I was there.

When I was certain that it was Angel I stepped into the light to find that I had on now a white top with a small blood stain, and since the top was see through I could also see bandages around me near my chest. I was also wearing a long skirt as well and it too was white. I was still trying to remember what had happened when I saw that on Angel's side stood Dru and Spike. They were just standing there and staring at me. Before they could speak I just had to yell it… "What the hell happened last night!?!?!?!"

"Well about all we got was that the slayer was after us, Angelus over there got off the hook because of his soul, and the slayer was back stabbing, or, in your case, chest stabbing," answered Spike, with a quick glower from Angel.

That was when I first really noticed that I had this scar about an inch long running vertically up that was the blood but I had never really been able to solidly place what it was. I was so frustrated I even caught myself off guard when I started yelling, "That still doesn't explain why I wake up to find myself in a dark closet, in the middle of the floor, all alone!"

"That would be because you apparently are somewhat like William over there and you started attacking, unaware of your actions, everyone and everything that we couldn't stop you from getting to," answered Angel, this time it was Spike's turn to glower.

"Look, dears, poor Aubrea is confused and very disoriented and you two fighting is only hurting this already bad situation. Now if you want to keep up this fighting you can go up to the room or you can go outside where you will find your problems will end and ours will begin again. If you two hadn't been fighting you would have noticed that the demons that are weaker and more discrete have all left in a rush and I fear the worse is to come through the door of this bar. So if you don't mind I would be very pleased if you would stop fighting and start getting ready for what could be the worst like in my visions," said Dru, now quite relieved she had gotten that all out.

"Thank you Dru," and I added, "Now if you don't mind I think I need some blood and a drink."

They all moved from my path right away and when I went to the back of the bar to get the drinks, even Willy moved out of my way before I had to say or do anything. From what I could tell I had a blood lust look on my face and if I did I wasn't surprised, I felt like I hadn't drank in days, and when a vampire as strong as I was is denied blood for some time we can become very dangerous.

When I got my drinks I came around to the other side of the bar and we all sat down at one of the tables.

Angel got up and he moved to the bar where he got the others drinks as I downed the full bottle of blood that I had taken.

"You know looking at what that really looks like… that is sort of nasty," commented Spike. He looked almost sick.

"You know I hate to agree with you… but you're right for once," added Angel. He did look sick.

"No comment," said Dru, and with that the discussion ended.

"Where do you think the slayer is right now?" I asked before any other topic could be brought up.

"Probably…" started Spike but before he could finish he stopped dead in the middle of his sentence and he just stared right past me and dropped his glass.

"What is it… well that answers my question…" I said now in shock as I turned to face the slayer who was right up in my face and was standing as tall as she could make herself… which wasn't that tall considering she looked to be only about 5'3". She was just standing behind me and not moving a muscle. "What are you staring at Miss All High and Mighty?"

"Look I know what you are and I know what you can do and probably have done, but I have observed you for some time now and you only attack when threatened and you only try to help each other while leaving others alone as far as I can tell. Look, I have a deal to make, you help me and I stop trying to hunt you," she answered in a rush and trying to make herself not overheard… not that my yelling that turned attention and the sudden silence that had followed helped her any but… it's not my fault right?

She went on to explain herself and she would only stop talking if someone was trying to over hear…in which case she would stop them (I think you can figure how) and then she would go on.

Three drinks and five eavesdroppers later she was done. When she was done I felt my mouth agape, and I didn't care. In short her proposition said that if we helped capture and kill a demon, that was apparently very strong or fast or both, than she would stop hunting us and give us a sort of "clean slate" to start with, as if all of our slaughter had never happened. Of course that meant that afterwards we could only kill for the good side but hey! killing is killing!

We had no idea what sins to the demon world this would be, and since the only one with a soul was Angel, we didn't know what would happen to the rest of us.

"Naturally, I have to say, why not?" stated Angel.

"Well, even though I despise any idea of working with this wanker, I will have to say yes," answered Spike, giving a loathing look at Angel to see his reaction.

"Please tell me your not doing this," Dru whispered to me.

"Of course I am," I replied.

"Well, I'm not going, you all can have a jolly good time, but count me out!" yelled Dru, who then stormed out of the bar.

'I have got to go get her under control' thought Spike who left quickly on her trail.

"Well, I say yes, and I guess that our quad just became a trio for now," I answered, very disrespectfully. Hey, I'm a vampire!

Two minutes later Spike walked back into the bar solo, and that was the last I remember ever seeing Dru, though Angel eventually ran into her with Spike a few years later.

We went up to our rooms as I motioned for her to follow us. She did and we got settled in. I still was skeptical but I let that go and relaxed. Next thing I knew it was 7:00 in the morning the next day and the room was empty, except for the slayer.

"Angel told me to stay here and keep an eye on you while they went to see what we could do about a second room, that way I would be out of your way," she simply stated.

"I don't mind, just not used to this is all."

"I understand."

"No, I don't think you do," I started getting defensive, "You act like I'm going to kill you out of spite when ever I say a word! You get very easily jumpy around me and I can't stand that coming from a slayer! Are we working together or not?"

"Yeah, I guess we are," she stammered.

"Well then act like it," I spat. Just then Spike walked in with a frustrated Angel tagging along.

"We did it," Spike yelled, "We got the slayer a room!"

"Yeah, after you nearly cleared out the whole room out," answered Angel.

"Oh, just cause your pansy ways didn't get her a room and my empty threats, though Willy didn't know they were, did your all pissy now, would you quit that?!?!?" spat back Spike.

"Why should I William?" back-sassed Angel.

"Why you little…" started Spike, and they were off, fighting again. First Spike pinned Angel to the ground, then they rolled over and Angel had the advantage. Spike threw Angel across the room and into the wall. There was a sickening crack of bone breaking, but he healed quick, just not quick enough for Spike pinned Angel to the wall, choking him.

"Should we stop them?" the slayer, who's name was Steph, as she said 'Not Stephanie, just Steph' though I never got that.

"No, they'll stop on their own," I simply stated.

"Well I can't let them hurt each other if they're to help me with this," she sighed, and with that she ran forward, pulled back Spike, and threw him into the bed.

Angel gasped for air, not that he had to, but his soul made him more human than Spike or I, maybe a bit too human…

Spike stood by the bed dumbstruck at first to what had just happened. He looked first to me, then to Angel, then to Steph, again and again in a cycle. Finally he figured it out and glared a glare of death towards the now allied slayer.

Steph, realizing the tension she had just caused turned to leave.

"That's it, wander off like not a thing happened. Just go on and protect your own hide…"

"Is that what I'm doing?" she asked turning to the voice.

"That's right… and you're just too afraid to admit a damn thing," Spike taunted.

"I'd like to see you beet me," Steph hissed.

"I'd like to see you try," Spike pushed.

With that the two were at each others necks. Spike tore after her while going into his vampire form… in return Steph countered by dodging slightly to her left and elbowing him in the back of the head. Seemingly un-fazed by the act, Spike rammed HER into the wall choking her. This time I just left the room, Angel followed.

Later on, I really didn't notice when, Steph (badly bruised) and Spike (just as bad but healing quickly) came stumbling down the steps. I didn't even want to know.

That day I got the bed all to myself and Angel and Spike slept on the floor, while I slightly pitied them I knew not showing my emotion was a good thing to do, who knew what we were in for when the slayer put us to work, besides, emotions meant weakness and showing them was like showing a blind spot and giving the enemy a free shot.

The next few days were mostly training. Training on our own by practicing our moves, training as the trio of vamps, or training us against the slayer. The slayer, by far, was the toughest. She would be relentless, not to the point of death, if that's what you would call it, but she really pushed limits! And she was very good.

She was a new slayer, as she explained. Apparently, the previous slayer was at an attack at the hell mouth and died when she became out numbered a hundred to one. Steph was next.

After her little speech about the previous slayer, Steph got very into training and was going almost 24/7. I didn't understand what her problem was. By now, death was a topic I could always talk about. In the human world, people would have declared me a witch. How STUPID! A vampire comes by and the vamp is called a witch, a witch walks by and no one notices. How simple minded.

It was a couple of weeks since Dru left, tensions were getting high over it too! Spike and Angel were blaming each other. Every time they would start to argue, I would have to leave and Steph would feel guilty. I would leave in a lust, a sudden lust, a craving, for something, for blood. Blood… red, luscious, thick, moist, blood! It was a release, human blood or not, it was a rush to the head. Blood to a vampire is like beer to a human, take in enough and you get drunk. The loss was causing fights, and mis-conceptions and it had to stop.

One time Spike and Angel were just sitting in the room staring. I was reading a book I had borrowed from Willy. Not a very good selection, but good enough. Out of no where, Angel jumps up and yells, "I can't stand it! You don't even care do you?!?! Dru is out there and could be dust now and what are we doing? Sitting. Staring. READING!"

"Hey," I intervened.

"Do you even care," he kept going, starting to tear up. "Should you care? Should I care?"

"I know how you feel Angel, but yelling won't help. I heard just last night that she was far away and safe. If that doesn't reassure you I don't know what will!" I screamed. Steph walked in.

"Time for training," she said simply, realizing it was a good time to stop the fight before it started.

"Good," I simply stated back.

"Something Angel can do. It's called displaced agression, mate," answered Spike.

"Hey, as long as it's not my head that the anger is getting displaced on, punch on, please," Steph backed off.

"Hn," Angel scuffed.

We walked off down to the basement where there were a few punching bags and some weapons to train with. "So, when are we going to actually fight?" I anticipated.

"Soon, soon," Steph sighed.

Punch, kick, duck, punch, duck, kick, dodge… I was practicing against the air again. I got thirsty and went down for a drink. Fun! I thought The rejects think they can get Angel out of the back of the bar again. The rejects, as I called them, were a group of vamps that thought that they were tough and constantly were challenging Angel, they must have known about his soul. They mostly used Dru as an attack at him, lately Angel had been taking that into consideration though… he was now over Dru.

"Where's your big bad psychic bitch Angelus?" one taunted. Big mistake… Angel just sat and stared.

"What? Too hard for you? Can't handle it?" the others in turn taunted. That was the last straw.

"Holy Shit!" the first one yelled when Angel punched him out through into another room.

"I've changed Drirletlan," Angel stated, "I've changed.

"Apparently," Drirletlan remarked, "but how?"

"My soul means nothing to me now, I now am back to the old days, yet not so much. I kill, but I kill for food and sport, no connection this time."

"No connection, eh?" Drirletlan questioned.

"Not the way I remember you," another commented from in the dark.

"Not the way anyone has ever seen me, but too bad, I want to make a good impression on Aubrea here."

"Your not the only one here that cares about protecting the only one who cares anymore, mate!" Spike yelled.

"Don't worry, I won't steal her, just impress her," said Angel, sounding like Angelus.

What the…Angel was…evil…I liked it. This was the best change he had ever made, no more holding back, and no more…deathless nights. This was the true way I had seen vampires act, I wanted it too, I was about to get it as well.

The change was all that was needed. Willy became more respectful, the slayer actually kept guard toward us, and we had no rules except the daytime problem.

We were just sitting around one morning and then… Steph walked in.

"It's time… our training is about to pay off. We're ready to fight…and after this, if I don't die, I'm going to South America to stay," she gulped down.

"Fine."

"O.K."

"Whatever," I finished off.

Steph was truly shocked at our reaction. Spike, being the first and fastest to react, really could have really cared less. Angel, the second and most sure to react, was the fullest in his answer. I was the only one a little upset, but who cared?! I was going to be the only girl, and that was a very good in the demon world. This was a very good thing because the males might be stronger but the ladies always ruled the crib, or crypt in most cases!

We headed out at nightfall that night. We were all jumpy, Steph was nervous, Angel, Spike, and I were extremely happy and excited. We had been cooped up for so long and getting out was the greatest thing to happen yet! I was also looking forward to the fight… a fight on the hell mouth. We were moving only a couple of miles, then camping out in a boarding house for a day, then, the next night, we would make the move before the Uber-vamp that was coming out could. This would be fun, loads of fun, so who knew that we would feel so sad when we watched Steph leave during the fight.

We were almost there when I really felt the anxiety hitting me! My mind was racing and it went back to the day that Spike sired me, my birthday! I remembered it as if it were right then, right there.

First you feel this terrible searing pain in your neck, like someone hammering two nails right into there. Next, you get a sensation running through you, a terrible, TERRIBLE, feeling. You feel the life draining from you, the warmth leaving you, inch by inch. You can't feel your head and your head seems to be light as a balloon, floating in the air. The only part of your body that you still feel is the place right where they bit you, because you feel their suductive saliva running in and out of you. Then, silence, nothingness, death. All you can do is gasp for breaths not coming and call with no voice. All of a sudden you feel a hot drink slipping down the back of your throat. That's the last thing you feel and do when you're alive, now you're dead, and you can't stop the pain, it stops on its own.

Your next feeling is nothingness, you're in a pool of darkness and no one is there to help. You try to call out but your voice dies in your throat. Why? Breath, you need to take a breath next. It burns when you feel it go down your throat. The next thing is the release, you must think to breathe. But why? Never before have you ever had to think to do a common human task… but you're not human now. You still are confused but you manage to get a few more breaths in before, "Help," is choked out of your throat. Then the light starts to return and you wake up to a world, reborn.

I remember waking up and feeling the enerrgy flowing through me, a new sensation, a beautiful sensation. It was no problem getting to the point of waking up, but the smell is so strong, the sound is so loud, and the light so bright, too bright… wait… there was no change in the light.

I snapped back to reality as we came upon the boarding house with a bright flame burning outside. I was blinded, the change in the lighting, I hated it. Fire, bright, red, yellow, orange, blue, white, flickering, burning, searing hot and so easily is a vampire burned that getting close to the towering flame, could prove deadly.

"Beautiful change in scenery," Steph awed.

Angel huffed, Spike spat. I simply responded, "Death is a change in scenery, fire is the cause of death. Without one you wouldn't have the other. People wouldn't even be here if it weren't for fire and sun, us vampires would rule the world and find a way to make children, offspring, more of us…" my voice, cold and hard, trailed off into the distance. I had made an audience with my speech and the people ran, realizing what I really was. It was one of the up sides to being a vampire. I loved being alone, either that or in a place where I could relax with the guys. It wasn't much, but it was really nice.

We went inside and the people just stared. I was clad in a shirt like a guy would wear, it was black and had a blood red dragon across the front, the dragon of death. On the back there was the symbol for eternal life. I was also wearing guy's pants. Spike was wearing all black and Angel was wearing black pants and a white top that I had dyed in a blood red color, like an explosion. Steph, on the other hand, had dressed like a normal lady, complete in dress and beautifully done hair. She was such a perfectionist that it sickened me.

People looked at each other as they passed by. One person stood up, I could feel his aura, I really liked him, and it seemed to me like I already knew him.

"Halt," he yelled, "what do three vampires and a slayer get by doing business in a place like this?"

"Only a good days sleep, hopefully, and a paying for the hospitality the next night if all goes well, werewolf," I snidely answered.

"What be your names, do you have a reservation?" he asked.

"We're staying here under the names Angel and Steph, if you must know, and you should have two rooms, one under each of those names," I snarled.

He checked his book and then sniffed at each of us. "If you must stay then you must, but I warn you that I will be on my guard," he told us.

"What's your name?" I asked, he seemed all too familiar.

"Many know me as Moonbay, but I call myself in human form Timothy Jaygon," he answered, "why?"

"Timothy, don't tell me you have forgotten already!!" I yelled, I knew I had recognized him! "Timothy, it's me, Aubrea! From that small town! It's me!"

"I'm sorry," he commented.

"What?"

"I was the werewolf in the brush, I found myself the next morning on the ground, bruised. I realized what I must have done and when I heard that you were helping Angel pack, well, I only could assume that you got away, but you had to be sired."

"Don't worry!" I yelled, relieved and somehow relaxed by hearing that, "I wasn't hurt by you, Angel saved me, and that's when I went to his house. When I did get to his house Spike seduced me into being sired, he sired me in spite, not because of any injury!"

"Really?" he exclaimed, "You're not just trying to help me feel less guilty…"

"Why would I?" I asked, shocked, "Getting sired was the best thing ever, I could never be mad!"

"Oh, thank the death lord of hell!" Moonbay, as I called him from that day on, yelled in thankfulness.

We went up to our rooms, led by Moonbay. He was very nice and though I disliked that as a vampire, he was a true werewolf and for that I think I really got to know him that day. I had never known he was a werewolf, but it made sense. I remember the day after the attack.

"Where were you Aubrea?" my mother asked.

"At Angel's house mother, he was in need of help, and I'm going back tonight," I answered.

"As long as you weren't out with that cheating boyfriend of yours," she said relieved.

"No mother, I was out at Angel's," I swore.

"Alright, alright. Are you sure your ok? Oh, Aubrea there were wolf howls and then I heard that Cynthis found that Timothy Jaygon bruised, beaten, naked, and with a case of amnesia from a terrible slash on the back of his head that must have knocked him out," she sighed out.

"Hmm, nah," could he have been the one who attacked me?

"What was that?" she asked me.

"Nothing, nothing…"

I was right, all of these years! I was, once again, brought out of my thoughts, this time Moonbay's voice.

"And here, are your rooms," he said.

"Cool," I said, "This is just so much fun, I can't believe we actually ran into each other Moonbay! My mom thought you were a bastard as a guy but I always thought you were awesome. You read all of those vampire and werewolf books and, well, who knew you read them as research and not just to, well, read!"

"Well, that's what you get for not doing your own research, my dear," he coolly answered.

I was ashamed and so I went into the room that I was to share with Steph. I took the bed away from the window, like in a modern day hotel. Steph took the bed next to the window with no complaint, she would sleep anywhere and understood. Then it hit me, the next night was the full moon, and there was a werewolf, who just happened to be a friend of mine, just down the stair well.

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