WARNING - I hate to post warnings cos I think fics shouldn't be dangerous but I kinda have to this time. Don't know how to say it without giving it away though... um... ok, there's rape in this chapter. There, I said it. :hides: .I tried not to go into detail... although it might disturb more sensitive readers. Oh yeah, ant it's a little shorter than usual. Sorry about that.

Darla shot evil eyes at the new minion. She didn't know his name – unlike William and Angelus, she didn't go out of her way to learn the names of her servants. He was supposed to be lighting the fire, but he was making an even worse job of it than Will.

"Oh stop showering soot all over the carpet and go and fetch someone who can actually light a fire!" she snapped eventually. She was in a very irritable mood, which, in itself was not unusual, but she was also aggravated by the fact that Angelus had deliberately gone to fetch Will before she was up. She knew that he knew she would want to go with him, and he had pulled a fast one, so to speak.

Without her there to keep an eye on them, Angelus and William were likely to have wound up the Master which would spell trouble for their family in the future. She sighed. Sometimes her boy was just too much of a burden.

Drusilla was whining away to herself in a room somewhere above her, but since all the minions were terrified of her and Darla wanted nothing to do with 'the insane creation', she would just have to cope with whatever was troubling her on her own.

Where had that minion got to? No one had come in to take over the fire lighting and she was beginning to get cold. That made her even more irritable, and when the door opened a few minutes later she sat callously in her seat and waited for Angelus to come to her.

He didn't.

When she had heard him take William upstairs to his private bedroom and not come down again, she huffed out of the house in the finest temper Daemon had ever seen her. He made a point to tell Master William about it later.

William spent the night drifting in and out of consciousness. When he was awake, he was blissfully aware of Angelus' presence next to him on the bed; and even when he slept he felt the presence there too.

Angelus didn't sleep. He sat or lay next to Will when he was awake, occasionally murmuring sleepy conversations with the boy, but usually just looking at him; remembering him. When William was sleeping, he would get up and walk around a bit, thinking things over, wondering how he should ask what exactly happened. A couple of times he got out his sketching paper, but he didn't draw anything he was happy with, and so he threw the sketches in the fire. Drusilla came in at one point, concerned for Will and wanting to see him, but Angelus told her she couldn't stay; William needed his rest.

When the sun rose, Angelus climbed into bed again beside his Childe, and stroked his hair gently. William woke up a little less sleepily that he had the previous few times and blinked, looking blankly up at Angelus.

"'lo."

Angelus sighed and lay back with a contented smile. "Hello." He closed his eyes and fixed his hand firmly around the back of Will's neck.

William lay still, suddenly very much awake. After a few minutes of nothing, he stole a glance at his Sire. Angelus lay still, his eyes closed, breathing quelled. He was asleep. Will didn't feel sleepy – but looking towards the window he saw it was very much sleep time, and so he tried to do the same, but ended up uncomfortable. He had slept all night and didn't want to sleep anymore. He was rested enough. His stomach hurt again. Angelus' blood before had been enough to allay the hunger for the night, but now it was back again; determined to make up for the four months of neglect.

He was also hungry for sex. He hadn't had any of that for four months either. Well… no. He mentally suppressed the memories; best not to go there. He hadn't had any enjoyable sex for four months, he corrected himself.

He studied his sleeping Sire once more. It was amazing how quickly Angelus could fall asleep sometimes. His profile against the faint glow from beyond the curtains was perfect. William was tucked in between his chest, and the strong arm that fell about his shoulders and rested on his neck. As gently as possible, he moved forwards into Angelus' shoulder and armpit – resulting in Angelus' hand falling from his neck and resting instead on his shoulder. He grumbled mentally about that – it was one of his favourite things to have Angelus' hand on the back of his neck, but the momentary dissatisfaction disappeared when he closed his eyes and inhaled the strong scent. It smelt rich, too, and his stomach rumbled. Well – it would have rumbled if that part of his stomach was still alive. He found himself sneaking another glance up at his face, but his eyes couldn't quite stretch that far from his new position. Instead he stared at Angelus' neck, and he grew hungrier with the knowledge of all the blood lazily pumping through the dead veins.

Angelus' blood was magic blood, he was sure, and the thought of its taste made him itch with want. He nuzzled a little closer to the neck. He was inches away from it now. If he just leant forwards… just a little more, then he could just…

No. Not without permission. He shut his eyes once more, but Angelus' body next to and around him gave him the peculiar desire to be kissed by his all-powerful Sire. He sighed heavily, irritated with Angelus for being asleep when he was craving attention so much.

Little did he know Angelus was indeed awake, and knew exactly how Will felt. The boy gave off more emotional scents than a human. And having slept very little the day before, Angelus was tired, and had no time for a hankering fledgling – no matter what he'd been through.

Then he sighed. Will was just hungry. It was, after all, his fault. He should've provided the boy with something to eat earlier in the night – and he doubted the minions were smart enough to keep the cellar stocked with fresh people. With another heavy sigh, he extended his left wrist towards his Childe and without opening his eyes, said, "Go on lad."

With any luck, he thought as he felt Will's fangs piece his wrist, a little blood will satisfy him and he'll go back to sleep.

William gently worked at his Sire's wrist. Four months of drinking from other vampires had taught him how to feed causing the least discomfort. When Angelus pulled his wrist away, he opened one eye and looked at the younger vampire.

"Still hungry?"

Will shook his head obediently and Angelus smiled. "Good. Now sleep, you need it."

William tried, he really did, but the Sire blood coursing through his veins made him more awake than ever and even more hungry for sex. If Angelus was too tired…

"Sire?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I go and find Drusilla?"

"No."

Will fell silent for a bit before starting up again. "But I haven't seen her –"

"No doubt Drusilla is sleeping – as you should be," Angelus replied, this time with a steelier edge to his voice that made Will abandon that idea altogether. Instead he tried a different tactic.

He wriggled impossibly closer to Angelus, pressing his lean body right up against the larger one. Slowly, he shifted hand up and placed it on Angelus' belly. When he got no reaction, he gradually moved it lower down his Sire's abdomen. When it reached the velvety skin beneath Angelus' navel, Angelus caught the hand in his own and growled deeply and quietly in the back of his throat. Will stole a glance at his face and saw to his delight that Angelus' eyes had glazed over, the way they did when his lust overcame him.

His trick had worked. Angelus rolled over onto his side and kissed the boy hungrily, possessively. His hands were everywhere; running over Will's skin as it were clay and he the potter. Will was elated. The kiss grew more violent and Angelus was soon pressing Will down into the sheets, his body swamping him; suffocating. Angelus didn't bother to lube himself; he thought simply about himself as he started to rape his Childe, not caring how painful it was for the boy. William tried to go with it but somewhere in the back of his mind a memory resurfaced and he began to struggle against the overwhelming power of his Sire. Angelus either didn't notice, or didn't care, because he carried on even more crushingly, the odour of lust growing thicker with every second. Will tried to free his arms from underneath Angelus', but his Sire caught them and stopped kissing Will for a second, so that instead Will only saw his eyes. He was captivated, and stopped struggling almost immediately. The eyes flashed amber, and Angelus savagely bit into William's neck with all the force of a master vampire behind him in his climax. Will screamed, and horrible images crossed his vision – of the master, Luke, their faces, their demons, that horrible wrinkled face with its red eyes and pig-like nose – almost comically ugly if it weren't for the demon behind it. The scream broke down into a sob, as Angelus pulled back his own blood.

Finally Angelus stopped, moved to the edge of the bed and stood. He took one last, cold glance at his Childe, who lay curled up entangled with the sheets, and strode to the door, opened it, and left.

The sound echoed through the room as Angelus shut the door behind him with a bang.

William had no problem with fidgeting after that. He cried himself to sleep.

So, were you surprised with that twist? I'm sorry for the sex scene – I got a little carried away… and the reason I did it? Because all through this fic (and especially the start of this chapter) I've been making out that he cares; that he's a softie. But he's not. He's a Bastard, kids, with a capital 'B', and it's about time I rectified that. I hope I did evil!Angelus justice. So… sorry if that got a little too dark for you at the end, I really am sorry, I don't know what came over me! I want to actually write up something about my analysis of the character of Angelus somewhere because I have some pretty interesting thoughts that I'd like opinions on, but I'll save that for another day.

Dreamer