Disclaimers: All belongs to that god Joss Whedon whose birthday was yesterday.

Pairing: Angel/Drusilla

Summary: What if Spike had been killed by the Slayer during the Boxer Rebellion.

Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just give me credit and tell me where it's going.

Feedback: If you read and review, I'll post faster…

A/N: Sorry this has taken so long. I've been caught up in school stuff and having a life. Won't happen again (or at least not until the story's finished).


"She called him her angel?" Giles asked his slayer the next morning in the library. He took off his glasses and began polishing them as he waited for an answer from her.

Buffy slowly nodded, as she began to pace the length of the library. "Yeah, it could have been a pet name, but I don't care. I think he's a threat. I need to know as much as possible about him so that I can kill him." She said, sounding more confident than she felt. Suddenly she stopped pacing and looked at Giles. "He said that history would be on his side."

Immediately, Giles began to frown. "He may have just been taunting you, unless…" Giles began before putting his glasses back on and flipping through one of the books scattered upon the main table of the library. He had been her late the night before researching. He was afraid of a prophecy that the Council had sent him the day before. He had yet to bring it up to Buffy just in case it turned out to be nothing.

"Giles? What are you doing?" Buffy asked Giles as he began flipping the pages more frantically. She had a feeling that he knew what was going on and she didn't like it in the slightest.

He grunted slightly in response before stopping on a page and scanning through the contents. "I have a theory." He frowned as he turned the next page. "She may have been calling him a shortened version of his real name." A small smile spread across Giles' face as he found what he had been looking for. "Ah, there you are Angelus."

Buffy frowned and looked over Giles' shoulder. "The one with the face of an angel. That describes him all right." She said confidant that Angelus was the vampire she had been fighting the night before. "It would also explain why that creepy gothic chick kept calling him 'her angel.'"

"Here's good news." Giles said as he began to read about the vampire. "He's barely three hundred, not even as old as Darla was." As he scanned further down the page, he began to frown. "Oh dear."

Fear suddenly washed over Buffy at Giles' tone. She looked at him, worriedly. "What is it, Giles?"

"He's fought four slayers in the past century and has killed them all."


Angel prowled the length of the bedroom, a heavy frown set upon his features. If Drusilla had been awake, she would have told him to stop brooding, but Drusilla wasn't awake. This worried Angel greatly. Everything he did since he was cursed, had been for Drusilla. He had murdered countless people to simply keep her happy. If she didn't wake up, he wouldn't be able to live with himself. Even now, he only lived for her. At the moment, he only knew that Drusilla wasn't improving. The hellmouth wasn't doing anything for her. She was steadily getting worse.

He sat down on the bed next to her and began to watch her sleep. Gently, he brushed a damp strand of hair off her forehead. "Oh, Dru, look what you've done to me. You've turned me into a sappy sentimental fool." He told her softly. "I try to make you better, but you only get worse."

Instinctively, Angel tensed as he felt another presence enter the room. He glanced up to see Dalton cowering in the doorframe. "What is it?" He growled, not wanting anything to distract him from getting Drusilla back to health.

Dalton began to fidget nervously. Even after twenty years, he was only comfortable around Drusilla. He had this fear that if it wasn't for Drusilla, Angel would have killed him years ago. "A, um, messenger from the Anointed One is here to see you."

As Dalton spoke, Angel found himself growling. A messenger meant that he would have to leave Drusilla's side. He stood and strode towards the door. "Stay with her." He growled as he left Dalton with his lover.

Angel stormed down the staircase expecting to find one of the Anointed One's minions standing in the living room. Instead he was greeted with the last person he expected.

"Penn."