The Initiative

Part One

Rated: 16+

Warning(s): This fiction contains content not suitable for those under sixteen. Content includes: Minor violence, minor language, reference to torture, and minor gore. This fanfiction is also AU; so don't read unless you like AU fiction.

Summary: Angelus sired Spike roughly two hundred years before it says in the episodes, but Spike is still very well known. But he falls off the radar about fifty years after Angelus becomes Angel. What gives?

Disclaimer: (Looks over at the man bound and gagged in the corner of the room) I don't own Buffy or Angel, that guy there (Points to the man bound and gagged in the corner of the room) does. But since I have him, does that mean I can take all the credit? (Looks around hopefully while Joss Whedon mutters curses around the gag)

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Chapter One

It was a sunny day in good old Sunnydale. The birds were chirping in the trees; little kids were playing in the park; dogs were playing fetch with their masters in the fields by the parks; Rupert Giles was reading a thick tome on the ancient Order of Aurelius in his musty old library; and one Buffy Summers was running along the sidewalks, a thin book in one hand, on her way to see the aforementioned Rupert Giles.

She burst into the librarian's home with a loud bang that startled poor Giles from his book, and sent him scrambling to pick up the thankfully empty glass that had gone tumbling when he slammed into the desk.

"What in the world is going on Buffy?" He asked as the girl slid to a stop in the mini-library's doorway. "Buffy? Come in here and sit down. Catch your breath and tell me what's going on." Giles put his book away and sighed.

"It's…unbelievable…Giles!" Buffy gasped, making her way into the mini-library. "The….soldierboys…." Giles held up one hand and Buffy paused.

"Catch your breath Buffy." Buffy nodded and took several deep breaths until she was finally calm. "Now, sit." Buffy dropped into a seat beside Giles. "What about the commando men we've been spotting?" Buffy gave him a sheepish little grin.

"Well, first it turns out that Riley is one of them." Giles cocked and eyebrow. "My boyfriend Riley. The guy that helps teach Maggie Walsh's class at Sunnydale U?"

"Yes I know who he is." Giles muttered absently. "How could I not what with all of your prattling on an on about him?" Buffy ignored the remark and continued.

"Well the commandos are part of an undercover military operation. It turns out that one of the military generals in the big leagues knows about demons and vampires, so he set this little group up about a couple hundred years ago." Giles removed his glasses and wiped them furiously. "He's Maggie's great something Grandfather. Her father took over his job and replaced the previous guy with her. Get what I'm saying?"

"Yes, go on."

"Well, I was taken into the compound this morning and given the tour…."

"You what? Buffy that is highly dangerous and irresponsible! What if they wanted to do you harm!" Buffy sighed and waved the little book in front of Giles face.

"They didn't before, but will now. Giles, I found this in Maggie Walsh's desk in one of the labs." Giles frowned and opened his mouth to say something. Buffy beat him to it. "I wouldn't have taken it but look!" She flipped the front around so he could see what was written on it.

"William ?; William the Bloody; AKA Spike." Giles read. Almost immediately he choked on nothing and plucked the book out of Buffy's hands faster than she could blink. "You said you found this in her desk? This journal? That means he's been in this so called Initiative for over three hundred years!" He said excitedly. "His disappearance has been a total mystery to us all!"

"That's not all." Buffy said, suddenly sullen and ruining Giles' happy mood. "Giles, they don't kill the demons they capture. They study them." Giles turned his attention back to Buffy. "Giles, I saw what they put those demons through – I was practically given a crash course in their protocal on dealing with new demons - and it's worse than what Hitler did to the people in those camps." Giles hummed. "I think they're doing something else major. I flipped through that and it said something about behaviour modification."

"Oh dear lord." Buffy tilted her head as Giles sighed and flipped open the book. " It starts on January, no date, of 1800." He commented.

"That's a long time ago." Buffy said.

"Yes, and it's dated oddly as well." Giles said, flipping through. "It looks like it's dated three months out of a year, but it doesn't say which particular year." Buffy frowned in confusion. "It only has '1800', '1900', and '2000'. It doesn't say if it's 1902 or anything like that."

"Oh. Weird."

"And the handwriting changes periodically. Probably a given due to this being very old. They couldn't have had the same person in charge for a couple hundred years." Buffy nodded. "But each entry is very detailed."

"Well, skim." Giles looked up. "Read the important parts out to me. After hearing you go on and on about the disappearance of one of the mighty Order of Aurelius I'm curious." Giles nodded and flipped it to the first entry…..

TBC

Hey all. I have some very important news. First off, I'll be updating on BOTH of my other stories sometime this week. I don't know when, but expect it by the end of the week at the latest. Second, this story is finished. I have two more chapters to post, then I'll be working on another part. I know its short but this is me letting off some of my frustration and sadness. It's nothing serious for now, although feel free to use it as a guide or something. Just ask me first and make sure you note that you did in the story.

And as for my sadness, my dog passed away on Friday. I'll be posting a few pictures of her in my Yahoo briefcase/profile in the next couple of days if anyone wants to see what she looked like.

I guess you can say that this fic is for my dog. For Heidi. I don't know if she liked Buffy or Spike or anything, but she was my baby. I love her, and I miss her, but I know that she's no longer in any pain or discomfort. She was a very good dog.