Disclaimers: Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon own it all. I'm just doing this for fun, and hopefully entertainment
Reviews: Welcomed and appreciated
What if the Initiative came to Sunnydale a few years earlier than we thought? And what if Angel got chipped instead of Spike? Just an idea…
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Angelus woke to florescent lights blinding him, a throbbing headache and leather restraints on his wrists and ankles. He had to smile at that. Who did these people think they were dealing with? He slowly looked around the room. Obviously a clinic or hospital of some kind. One woman was standing with her back to him. She turned when she heard him pulling the chains on the restraints.
"Well hello. So, we're awake are we? How are we feeling? Didn't expect you to wake up quite so quickly, but never you mind." It appeared to Angelus that the woman was speaking to herself. "The surgery went well. And your healing abilities are remarkable."
"Surgery?"
"Oh." She looked up from her paper work, startled. "I keep forgetting you can speak."
His eyes narrowed to slits. "I repeat. Surgery?" Angelus' voice deceptively calm.
The woman gave him a sidelong look not understanding his concern and shrugged. "Surgery, yes." She walked over to him and tapped his forehead with her pencil. "We placed a tiny little chip in there. If all goes as expected, when you try to attack a human it should go off like a rocket." She smiled with excitement. "Not literally of course. You won't explode, but you'll feel as if you did. Now, were just going to give you a little injection and run a few more tests. You'll be out for about 24 hours. If you're a good boy maybe Professor Walsh will let you feed." She took a few notes and continued to talk, more to herself than Angelus. "It's all so fascinating really. She's such a genius. To even conceive of the idea of regenerating your DNA, bringing aspects of your physiology back to life. My god, to breed vampires. The implications of such a dynamic project, raising vampires from infancy to do our bidding. They would be a virtual invincible army, we'd rule the world." She giggled. "That sounded a bit like a James Bond villain, didn't it? Sorry, I tend to get carried away, but you are the basis for the whole project. You should feel honored."
As she turned to retrieve another needle Angelus split his restraints, grabbed the surprised woman and snapped her neck. The pain that shot through his head brought him to his knees. It was worse than losing his soul. The bitch was telling the truth, they had ruined him he thought, just before he passed out.
Angelus slowly rose to his feet and looked about the room; thankfully it appeared as if he had only been out for seconds. One way in, which meant one way out. He grabbed the badges the dead tech had on her coat and in her pockets. Further searching the area lead him to a small room with lockers, opening them he found several lab coats, one that would fit well enough to get him out of here, he hoped. Quickly shrugging into it he returned to the lab and lifted the dead woman onto the bed he had recently vacated. He considered draining her, but turned to leave. No time. He had to get out. Angelus covered her with a sheet and put shoe coverings over his bare feet.
Oh well he thought, the worse they can do is stick me in a cage or kill me, and since I'm already dead…he ran one of the cards through the locking device and waited. Wrong one, so he tried the next. Bingo! Putting all the cards in his pocket, except for the id badge which he turned backwards and grabbing a clipboard, he headed out.
The main room he entered was abuzz with activity, men and women in lab coats and soldier types all heading to different locations. He lowered his head to the papers in his hands and headed for what appeared to be an elevator. Angelus just hoped the card that opened the last door would also allow him access the elevator. And that if he got out it wouldn't be to the mid-day sun.
Luck seemed to be on his side. As he neared the entrance the doors slid open allowing him to enter with one other occupant. Angelus put the clipboard under his arm and entered after the soldier.
"Top side doc?" The young man questioned him.
"Yes, please." Angelus nodded at the boy.
"Yeah, gotta say I love gettin' outta this place. Before joining up with the Initiative I never thought creatures like this existed. Now, if I'm not stuck down here caggin' 'em I'm up top fightin' 'em." He shook his head and turned to face Angelus. "So, what do you think about that girl that has Professor Walsh so hot and moist? What do they call her?" The boy appeared to be racking his small brain.
"The Slayer?" Angelus supplied quietly.
"Yeah, that's right. The Slayer. Old Maggie Walsh's been keepin' her eye on that girl for awhile. Her and her boyfriend. Did you see him?"
"No, not involved in that project." So, he thought, they knew about him and they knew about Buffy. Lucky for him he caught a ride with a talkative farm boy. "You?"
"No, they have him tucked away. Keepin' him safe for the slayer. This whole breedin' thing gives me the creeps though. And it just ain't right. I mean I can see us taking the vampire, he's a demon after all. But the girl, she's human." He shook his head. "Just ain't right is all I gotta say."
The elevator began to slow down, the numbers on the wall decreasing. "Well, here we are doc. See you tomorrow night."
"Yeah, tomorrow night." Angelus waved at the departing boy as he tried to determine where he was. The elevator had opened up in a back alley, quickly closing to be covered by a brick façade. He realized he was on the UC campus. Thankfully his luck was holding and it was still night. He had to get to Buffy, as long she still believed he was Angel she and her whole little entourage would help him. And he had to get to her before this damn Initiative did.