I only own Carma :D

"Willow, could you leave us alone for a while please."

With a quick nod Willow went up the stairs, walking backwards and nearly tripping over a number of times, but not wanting to take her eyes off the feral vampires that were standing in the fire cage. They had awoken a few moments after they had been deposited in the basement and ever since had been staring at the two vampires outside the cage. Hurriedly Willow reached the top of the stairs and threw herself threw the door pulling it closed behind her. Turning she saw a sea of face that ranged between anxiousness and severe curiosity, seeing Buffy step forward to investigate the basement she cast a sealing spell on the door, making it impossible for anyone to go through.

"Willow what is going on?"

Buffy's voice was hard; Xander's face showed the same hardness, Anya, Andrew and the Potentials just looked curious.

"Let's go into the living room shall we. I think everyone should hear this."

Not waiting for a reaction from her friends Willow grabbed Kennedy's hand and Rona's arm and herded them into the room, seating them on either side of her on the couch. She figured that Buffy knew she needed every possible potential at the moment and she couldn't attack her if there were two sitting beside her that she could hide behind, and Willow knew her best friend wouldn't be happy at her bringing three unsouled, extremely dangerous, very powerful vampires into their basement.

Immediately after the door had slammed closed behind Willow the fire walls fell down and the five vampires were left staring at each other.

"Well, this is an interesting situation, isn't it?"

The First had obviously taken pains to have the Triumvirate blend into the new century. Angelus had his dark hair pulled back into a low ponytail, his legs were encased in skin tight dark blue jeans with faded patched on the thighs, steel-toed boots poked out from beneath the hem, he was wearing a black muscle shirt with a red silk shirt open over it.

William had his brown hair worn in the same fashion, his trousers were black leather that moulded itself to every muscle, black calf high boots were worn over his trousers, and he had a white wife beater with a black silk shirt.

Carma's long hair was still flowing down her back, she had a blood red, silk spaghetti strap top worn over a black denim mini skirt, black thigh high boots that laced up the front were worn over tights patterned with roses and the outfit was completed with a floor length black leather duster.

Angelus had always said that image was one of the most important details for a vampire; the image you projected could decide the quality of your next meal, it could also decide the amount of pressure you had to exact to get something from someone, of course, they always used as much force as they wanted to, but it was the principle of the thing.

"What the bloody hell is going on?"

William erupted; there was no other word for it. He'd had enough, they had been perfectly happy, minding their own business, as they travelled to Romania, and then they were dragged forwards in time, several hundred years forward, by the thing they were running from! And ever since that day they had been living in a haze, knowing they were working for something that wanted to destroy their planetary buffet, but not being able to do anything about it, which had infuriated his sire to no end when they had been alone.

"Will, calm down. 'Gelus, don't break anything. And as for you two, I think you'd better start explaining."

Carma was exactly how they remembered her, subtle but controlling, able to give orders to two of the most dangerous vampires in history.

Unconsciously falling back into the habit of obeying Carma's steel laced suggestions Angel explained everything, the First, how they knew about the other three vampires, where they were now, and finally what they wanted the Triumvirate to do. But of course they couldn't do that, without explaining about the souls. That produced various reactions.

Carma seemed to find it hilarious, the thought of Angelus and William with souls, seemed to be ridiculous, Angelus was insulted and he and William started shouting at Angel, varying amounts of curses and disbelieving snorts were thrown in among the shouts. Carma however turned to face Spike; he had stood silent throughout Angel's tale, smoking a cigarette in the corner.

"What happened to me?"

Her soft question brought Spike's head up to face her, without showing ay emotion he stubbed the cigarette out on the palm of his hand, neither of them showed any sign of how it must have hurt.

"You disappeared. After Angelus went and got himself souled and ran off it was just us, but then Darla and Dru found us. You and Darla came to blows and you ran off. We said we'd meet up again at the Eiffel Tower, Christmas night actually; you always did have a flair for the dramatic. But I couldn't make it, that year or the year after, Dru was worse than ever after losing her 'Daddy', Darla had disappeared God knows where, I had to look after her. And when I did get there, you weren't there.

Some bloke who spent every bloody day under that tower said that you had been there, and that you said you'd keep coming back, and so whenever I could get away from Dru for Christmas I went to Paris, but I never found you. I haven't been able to get there for a few years, this town sinks its hooks into you, makes it impossible to get out."

His voice started out blank, but it was filled with suppressed pain, he had loved Carma as a sister, friend and lover, in many ways they were closer than either of them were with Angelus, him being their sire and all.

"I'll still be there, unless I'm dead. I wouldn't stop trying to find you."

Seeing the loneliness and pain in Spike's blue eyes Carma pulled the taller vampire into a hug and whipered in his ear.

"We'll help, but you and I are going to have a long conversation and a trip to Paris at one point. I'll always arrive somewhere early, and if that witch can pull us away from the first she can certainly help send us to Paris."

With a swift nod of her head Carma slid her hand into Spike's palm and led him over to where William and Angelus had Angel pinned up against a wall, one holding his neck and hands, the other pinning his legs against the wall. They were both yelling at him, it was almost choreographed, when one finished an expletive or question the other began, rarely giving Angel a chance to answer.

Putting a hand on Angelus's shoulder she guided him away from Angel and led her sire and William over to a corner after letting go of Spike. A quick glance as she turned to face the two men showed that the souled vampires were ignoring each other.

"I think we should help."

It was best to just get a statement like that out in the open.

"What!"

It was roared in unison by the two males in front of her, although it wasn't really a roar as they were all speaking well below the range of human hearing, and even the other vampires shouldn't have been able to hear them.

"Why not, it's the same principle as before, we didn't want it to destroy the world then, now we have a chance to stop it."

"She's got a point sire."

"No she does not! I refuse to lower myself to working with that poltroon. What we are going to do is find a way to get back to our own time, and we are going to find a way to stop me becoming that pathetic excuse for a vampire. Now neither of you are going to argue with me. Is that clear!"

He expected the two younger vampires to submit to him as he had put some of his sire power into his tone, but instead he found two pairs of defiant eyes staring back at him.

"Unless you exert all your will you cannot control us anymore, you gave that up when the Triumvirate was formed twenty years ago."

There was silence after that, Angelus knew that he had given up a lot of control over his childer, and he never had much cause to regret it. He rarely controlled these two, they were too close to him. But this had shaken him, him, the Scourge of Europe, he never believes that he could become as weak as the future version of him was, and he was weak, he shouldn't have been able to be pinned by two younger vampires, even if they were two thirds of the Triumvirate.

"Lets try it then."

Angelus headed over to the other two vampires and said that they would work with them, he tried very hard to suppress the outburst at being told they would have to live on pigs blood, managing to vent his frustrations by digging his nails into his palms, drawing little crescent shaped pools of blood, the muscles in his arms quivered, and although William and Carma were just as horrified at the thought they had to stifle laughs at their sire's reaction.

"OK, we'll have to introduce you to the slayers, potentials and all the others upstairs, and you'll be helping to train the potentials."

Angel continued to explain the Triumvirate's jobs while he walked up the stairs, so he didn't notice the looks of horror on the Triumvirate's faces, or the sniggers from Spike.

"SLAYERS!!"

"POTENTIAL SLAYERS!!"

"NO BLOODY WAY!!"

OK people, I'm really begging now, please please review this. This is going to sound so peculiar but I was daydreaming in a really boring history lesson about the Bolsheviks, and I came up with this, a lot more interesting than Russian revolutions, at least I thought it was. So review PLEASE, no one has but I really want to know what you think. PLEASE!!!