Drusilla smiled, giggling as she clapped her hands together. Her Spike was back, her love, and her childe. She knew about the chip, but that wasn't about to stop them. She would have him on human blood in no time, revert him back to his true nature. All the animal blood messed with him, calmed him down… but now things would go back to the way they were. "Oh love… we will dance underneath the stars once more…" Dru cooed as they walked to the Bronze to find Spike a kill. She suddenly felt a passing sickness as she let out a moan, falling to the ground.

Spike reached for her, picking her up from the street as he held her. "Dru? Love? What is it?" Spike questioned her, immediately recognizing that she had a vision. It may have been a while since they have been together, but he could remember every bote of their relationship. Including her nuttiness.

"I saw… I saw the sky clearing!" Dru moan, standing herself up slowly, grasping Spike's jacket as she let out a giggle. She raised her hands in the air, her hips shaking. "There will be a party… and we are invited. And we will dance under the clear sky… like in the past… where no one stopped us…"

"Your vision was a party?" Spike asked bluntly, staring at Dru. He never understood her when she had a vision. It was hard enough understanding her either way. This was a reason why he cared about Buffy so much. Straight to the point. Or a punch in the face.

"I see happy nights to come… happy… happy…" Dru said to herself, turning it into a song as she sang it softly, moving around on the empty street to the tune in her head.

Spike just nodded as he watched Dru. "Happy." He repeated slowly, his mind on the Slayer, how he could prove to her that he loved her. And maybe she would finally recognize the feelings… and love him back.

Buffy sat at the kitchen counter, in deep thought as she tapped her fingernails against the hard stone. Spike told her he loves her. She was more than mortified. It was Spike, a killer, a vampire! Well, she did love a vampire, but Angel was a whole different case. He had a soul; he chose not to kill, while Spike would if he could.

She frowned, angry with herself that she was comparing Spike to Angel. There was no comparison; she should never even be considering Spike for anything! He was a neutered vampire, if he was able to kill, he would. A sudden cold feeling passed through her body as she froze, not moving. She frowned, wondering what that feeling could mean as she took a deep breath deciding to go find Willow and her mom, talk to them about what she could possibly do.

"Ah. Sunnydale, Hellmouth, Home of the Scooby's... I hate this town." Angelus breathed, stepping out of the car. Darla came up behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder as she looked around.

"Oh come on Angelus. We have memories here, I was staked, and you… you were sent to hell. Lovely memories." Darla cooed, running a fingertip down Angelus' cheek as it clenched.

"That's right. I never did get to thank her for sending me to hell. Well, I will have to somehow incorporate that into the hours of torture I will give her. Hundreds of years of torture… too bad she isn't immortal, or else I would give her the same back." Angelus growled, angry as Darla moved in front of him, kissing his neck and then moving to his lips, giving him a passionate kiss, which he eagerly received, his hands gripping her tightly as he jerked her waist close.

"We might as well get a kill in. Maybe if we are lucky, we will run into Harris. If there ever was a man I wanted to kill with a soul…" Angelus started as Darla just smiled, giving a low giggle as she laid her head back against his chest.

"Will you take me back to Europe? Can we go back to France… and Rome…? London of course…" Darla said, thinking back to the good days. "I want everything back to the way it should be. I want you to be the Scourge once more, where people will fear us… and the demons honor us. The way it should be."

"Not Rome." Angelus said flatly, remembering last time they were in Rome. He and Spike were chained while their women were violated by a vampire who was not even evil. It was not a good time. "But we will return… after we finish all business here and in Los Angeles. But I will take you back to Europe; give you your room with a view once more." Angelus cooed gently, tracing his fingers up her neck.

Darla stopped, her body tensing as she looked to a girl walking down the street. Angelus spotted her as well as he moved away from Darla, going to go in for the kill. Darla stood by, watching, a smile on her face. Her boy was back, and they were going to bring Hell to Sunnydale.

"You shouldn't be out here all alone." Angelus said gently to the girl, who looked up at Angelus, surprised as she took a step back. He took another step closer, taking a sideways glance. "Especially at night, it's very dangerous." He warned her.

"I am not supposed to talk to strangers… I should be going… there are people... waiting for me…" The girl started nervously, taking a few steps back, ready to take off running.

"Then do me a favor."

"What?"

"Scream." Angelus replied, his face vamping out. The girl screamed, dropping the books in her hands as he grabbed her by the neck, pulling her close. He bit into her, tasting the sweet human blood that he so long desired as he drank. Darla came up behind him, running a finger across his back as he leaned over, drinking. He pulled out of her, taking a sharp intake of breath as he let his grip on the girl slide from his hands. He knelt down next to her body, pulling a knife out of his pocket as he gripped her shirt open. Moving her body, he ran his hand over her smooth stomach, turning the knife around he carved slowly into her soft pale skin. 'Was It Good For You Too?'

"What does that mean?" Darla asked, running a finger over the writing on her stomach, putting a finger to her mouth as she licked off the blood. Angelus stood back up, tapping the end of the blade against his chin as he thought.

"Buffy will remember. I wrote that when I first returned. After Angel had 'professed' his love to her." Angelus replied, not finding it good enough. It was missing something. Walking over to a bush he plucked a white flower, setting it down on the dead girl's stomach, above the writing.

"She wasn't any good, was she?" Darla questioned, she couldn't help but feel jealousy towards Buffy. Angel even said her name before he lost his soul. It just wasn't fair, that he would love a stupid cheerleader over her.

"She was a fun ride. Of course, Angel wasn't big on the foreplay. Didn't even want to take a bite." Angelus replied, turning back to Darla to continue on their way. She smiled, running a hand over his silk shirt.

"But I always let you bite… not to mention when you're a good boy, I let you take out the chains." Darla said softly as Angelus just chuckled, thinking back to the large array of memories, of all the foreplay they had done.

Darla set a finger to Angelus' mouth as she set her finger into his cold mouth, letting him taste the blood. "To the Bronze?" Darla questioned as Angelus nodded, running a hand down her backside.

Next Chapter. Spike chains up Dru and Buffy... while Angelus and Darla make their appearance. And then comes the arrival of an annoying blonde vampire, who is very confused.