A/N: Woah people actually liked this story, I was amazed. Now people might not like this chapter, I have never tried to write a chapter like this before, and probably will never again if it turned out as bad as I think it did, but please let me know what you think of it so I know!

Disclaimer: Joss and M.E.

Summary: Angelus decides to create another childe after he loses his soul, and knows just who he wants.

Warning: Okay a kind of warning, Buffy and Spike managed to piss of Angelus at the end of last chapter, and we all know Angelus isn't the nicest of guys when he's pissed. There's a kind of beating, or lashing with a whip or whatever, but it isn't very graphic or anything, I can't actually write stuff like that very well, but I tried.

Rating: PG-15

Spilers/Timing: Haven't a clue. I suppose I'll set it in season 2 sometime after Innocence, and despite what 'Fool for love' and 'Lies my parents told me' say I'm going with the fact the Angelus is Spike's sire, sorry I've just always prefered it like that. Also they aren't acting like they did with each other in season 2, Spike is 'slightly' more submissive towards Angelus.

Oh and Darla isn't dead, she's just not here, for the moment, I will be bringing her in later on though.

And sorry, I've only just realised how short this chapter is!

Angelus grinned an evil grin from his position on the bed, down to the two crouching figures on his bedroom floor. He hadn't counted on his boy disobeying him as well, he had been beaten practically every day since Angelus returned, just because he had been souled did not mean he was going to let his childer get away with everything. He casually stood up, never breaking eye contact with a petrified Buffy and he motioned or the pair to stand up.

"Downstairs to the basement" he sharply ordered them, then seeing the pair of them pause he added a "Now" Spike slowly turned around and began walking towards the basement door, a door which he had become very familiar with the past few weeks. Angelus had hardly given him a break since he had lost his soul, he obviously wanted to regain some of the control he felt he had lost and Spike had not been making it easy on him, but eventually he caved and submitted to Angelus. It was then that he had turned the slayer, Spike had been disgusted by the idea, sure that she would have a soul or something of the like, but she didn't she just turned out to be your average run of the mill vampire, he supposed he was actually a bit dissapointed, the enemy that was so strong and had fought so well against him so many times had been reduced to an average fledgling, but no one deserved to be around Angelus when he was this pissed off, especially not a newly turned vampire.

Buffy cautiously followed Spike, not exactly sure what to expect, bu she knew that there was no way it could end well, it seemed that just because she wasn't on the opposite team to Angelus any more didn't mean that put them both on the same team. He was obviously quick to take charge, and she was just about to find out what his methods of taking charge were.

When they reached a large wooden door at the end of the downstairs hallway Angelus patted his pockets for a couple of seconds before eventually pulling out a key and slotting it into the door's lock. He opened the door letting the two vampires walk slowly down the stairs and he dragged the door shut with ease before following the pair down the steps.

There were no lights in the room, not that any of the occupants needed lights to see, they could all see perfectly, but Buffy's eyesight wouldn't have developed properly yet making it darker and harder for her to pick out certain objects in the limited light, and she still had a lot of human ideas in her head, one of those being that the dark was bad, and it would only increase her fear of what was about to happen. The lack of lights didn't really have an effect on William at all, but he very rarely brought lights down into the basement.

"Stand against the wall" For such a simple order it cause a lot of confusion for Buffy, until she saw that Spike was stood, his head leaning on his hands which were pressed firmly against the wall. Buffy wasn't sure whether to obey him or not, but she decided she couldn't risk disobeying him again, not yet. So she followed suit and stood against the wall like Spike.

Then the blows came. The first blow had taken her by surprise but she had kept herself from screaming out, there was no way she was going to give Angelus the pleasure of hearing her pain, as well as seeing it. She glanced at Spike, curious of how he was taking it, his eyes were fixed, unblinking on the section of wall in front of him, he seemed to have disconnected himself from the real world, so the pain wasn't as real, Willow had been doing something like that at one point, but she couldn't quite place a name to what it had been astrol or astra or something, though she highly doubted that was what Spike was actually doing. Buffy could only hope that she worked out how to do it, she didn't think she could take this amount of pain again, not yet, not until she was stronger.

She tried ignoring Angelus like he wasn't there, she tried thinking of the happy times that she had had with her friends, though stopped that when it started to make her feel slightly ill, she tried reciting her tables. Backwards. It still didn't work, and she was begginning to lose control. She didn't know when she had started crying but he face was covered with tears and she was actually thankful for the wall so Angelus couldn't add the humiliation of him seeing her crying to the pain.

Her hearing picked out the sounds of the whip as it landed on both of them, and she wasn't stupid enough to think Angelus was hitting her as hard as he could, any idiot could see he was taking it easy with her, and a lot harder with Spike. She didn't want to give in, but she felt it, her knees began to buckel and she collapsed on the floor, curling herself into a ball, yet the blows kept coming and wouldn't stop, she was screaming now and her throat was sore, but Spike still wasn't making a sound, despite the fact that his lashes were a lot harder than her own.

A while later, she opened her eyes which she thought that she had only closed them for a few seconds but she must have been out cold because Angelus was no where to be seen and Spike was sitting down and leaning against a wall, though how the hell he could do that after what he had just had done to his back Buffy had no idea.

"You 'k pet?" Spike asked across to the room. Buffy tried to answer him but couldn't find the energy to speak so she just nodded her head slightly, though she was anything but ok. She glanced down out her hands and realised she was shaking violently. Spike had obviously noticed this as well, and for some reason didn't like to see her upset, even if she used to be his mortal enemy, after all they were family, even if only in a weird twisted kind of way. He stood up and walked over to her.

"C'mere luv" He put his arm around her and pulled her into him, allowing her to lean her head against his shoulder and she gradually became more relaxed and calm as he ran his cool soothing fingers through her hair whispering words of comfort that made no sense at all gently into her ear. Eventually she drifted off to sleep, her head still on his shoulder as she found comfort in an old enemy's embrace.

There you have it, probably the worst chapter that you have ever read and its put you off this story forever, but I tried. I will be updating some of my other fics soon, but I'm generally updating them by how many reviews I'm getting for each one (more reviewsmore chapters) I've also been writing a lot of english coursework, so I haven't exactly been in the mood (or had the time) to do a lot of updating, but I'll try to update again real soon!