I only own Carma

"Wha…"

Angel was cut off before he could finish asking what his past self was talking about; it wasn't as though he didn't already know the answer anyway. Leaving William to comfort Carma with Spike making his way over to the pair Angelus stalked towards Angel, as though he was hunting.

"You know precisely what I'm talking about."

The words were spoken in a veritable growl, and Angelus had vamped out, his eyes blazing yellow and his fangs practically dripped with bloodlust.

"I'm talking about why you seem to have forgotten that you're a sire, before anything else. I know that's what I decided I was when I first sired Dru, and then William and Carma, but you, you seem to have forgotten. You deserted your own childer, then tried to kill them, and when you lose your soul, you torture a member of the triumvirate, ones you promised never to harm. And you don't even react when your childe is experimented on."

Seeming to be too angry for words Angelus let fly with his fist, aiming right for Angel's stomach and knocking him onto the ground before continuing.

"But the worst thing, the absolute worst, you fell in love with a bloody fucking slayer! No vampire should sink that low, soul or no soul, and you flaunt it in front of Carma.

We were the triumvirate, in more than power; it was the three of us, and we promised our childer that we would never let them go."

Not wanting Carma to hear the next bit he grabbed Angel's collar and pulled him up so that his mouth was directly by his ear.

"You must remember where we found her, how we found her, how we knew that we would turn her, not feed or torture her, how her music rang through the house and how William started to play again. You have to remember how we protected her from Darla and Drusilla when they attacked her, how we stayed with her through the nights, protecting her from her nightmares, with William by our side, how the two of them bonded, fulfilling every sire's dream, every lover's dream. But you betray her for some insignificant blond slayer, forgot a century of love from two of the most perfect specimens of vampirism you could imagine, and you forgot the adoration you felt for them."

With that Angelus released his hold on Angel, letting the older vampire collapse against the pavement, and without even looking to see Angel's reaction turned to his childer, all three of them, he had taken Spike on as his childe again, even though Spike technically older than he was himself, but he had see the need for a sire filling the blond, and he was going to be that sire again.

"Carma, William, try and find a house along here without inhabitants, if there aren't any create one, no killing though, e may have to help the slayer but we will not live I the same house as her and her bloody army."

With simultaneous nods the two melted into the shadows as Angelus turned to Spike.

"Could you please show me where I could obtain some blood, seeing as how we can't feed on human's while we are here."

"Of course."

With a quick look directed towards Angel Spike turned and walked off into the darkness, followed by the darker vampire.

Angel was left sitting on the ground, holding his stomach but not noticing the pain. All he could remember was the dreams he had been having recently, since the triumvirate had been brought forwards he guessed. Dreams of four hands floating over his skin, two small, pale and soft with well long and soft talons for nails, two were larger, stronger, callouses from work and writing. Light brown and ebony air covered his body as they lay together, soft voices murmured to him as the three of them talked about anything and everything under the sun and the moon. Dreams of hunting with them, three bodies moving in perfect unison, knowing where to be to maximise the fear in their prey.

He had never meant to hurt them, but he couldn't cope, after he was cursed with his soul he wanted to run to them, let his childer take away the pain. But when he tried, when he reached their mansion and saw the two of them through the window, playing their instruments, enjoying a night without Darla and Drusilla and waiting for his return he couldn't. He couldn't let them comfort him, he was repulsed by what he had done and at the time he didn't want to contaminate his perfect childer with his guilt. But as time passed, as he grew to hate the things he'd done and he began to disassociate Angelus from who he was now, he began to hate Carma and William as well, for the things they had done together, for what the three of them were when they were together, powerful, evil.

He had forgotten how they were together, it had all happened so fast, finding out what the First had done, bringing them here, explaining everything, he hadn't thought about what it would be like to see them again. They didn't even realise that they did it, moved in unison, emotions reflected on each others faces, three made one, the only successfully bonded triumvirate in history.

He was doing it again, separating Angelus from himself, but he couldn't do that anymore, the First would retaliate against the loss of the triumvirate, and he would have to be at full strength if he was to help Buffy repel his forces.

Buffy. That was another problem, he loved her, he knew that, at least his consciousness did, his subconscious had been having second thoughts ever since the dreams. But if the blond slayer ever found out about the relationship between Angelus, William and Carma there would be hell to pay, for two vampires possibly since Willow had said something about Spike and Buffy, something he was determined not to think about too much.

Gingerly rising to his feet he turned and headed back to the house where he was undoubtedly going to be assaulted with questions about why the triumvirate had run off and where Spike had gone. But he didn't care at that moment, despite everything all he could think about was the look in Spike's eyes as he looked at Angelus, the boy had quickly taken up the roles of sire and childe again. Angel had never realised that Spike hated not having his sire there, he knew he hated him because of the soul, but he thought his boy wouldn't have needed or wanted a sire, he had never given the younger vampires status as a member of his family an issue, even when he found out that his childe had been experimented on and muzzled like an animal, he even thought his by was an animal.

And Carma, what had happened to his youngest, where was she now, it had been so long since he had even thought about her, the link between sire and childe was so faint that he didn't even know if she was still alive. But with a flash of Angelus's steel determination flowing through him again he decided something as he opened the door to slayer central, they would find her, she needed to be here for this.

William and Carma

The two vampires had broken into a house across the street from Buffy's, from the stale scents that enveloped every room the inhabitants had left at least three weeks ago.

"There's plenty of material to block the windows with, upstairs and downstairs, so there will at least be some freedom during the day."

As he sauntered down the stairs William looked for his lover, he was about to shout for her when he heard the music. Following the sweet sound he discovered her in what was probably a study, a female's by the look of it.

Carma was standing by the window, bathed in moonlight that reflected brightly off the metallic music stand. Sheets of music were piled on the stand but the vampiress wasn't looking at them, instead her eyes were closed, lost in memories as her arm moved the bow across a fine violin. The longer she played the richer the music became, strong and clear her song rang out, filling the corners of the house with music that had been unheard for over a hundred years. William just leaned against the door frame and watched as her as the music died away, it was strange, the music was unearthly, almost heavenly which was strange in itself considering that it was a vampire who was playing, but she had infused it with none of her power. One of the additional powers the triumvirate gave her was the ability to call other creatures to her, and she chose to do that through music, when the two of the played together they could call spirits across the ages, through space and time.

He clapped as she lowered the instrument, long slow and filled with pride.

"I'm sorry Will, it's just, I saw it and I couldn't help it, I haven't played in so long."

If she hadn't been a vampire she would have blushed.

""What on earth are you apologising for, I'll imagine that that instrument has never been played so skilfully."

"There are all kinds of instruments here William, and another violin. We could play together again."

He smiled indulgently at the younger girl; sometimes she really acted as though she were seventeen, the age she had been when she was turned. Excitable and frivolous, but he knew that their abilities to call people through music would be invaluable in the coming battle.

"Of course we will, but lets prepare this house for Angelus first shall we, then we can give him a proper welcome when he returns."

With their arms wrapped around each other they left to board up windows and create a suitable environment for their sire.

Angelus and Spike

"Fuck me lad, how long have you been living on this?"

Spike had to stifle a laugh at the sight of the Scourge of Europe spitting out pig's blood.

"A while, ever since the Initiative chipped me."

That was bad subject choice Spike realised as Angelus growled low and deep in his chest. Swiftly changing the subject he decided he might as well take the plunge and ask another bad question.

"How do you intend to work with the slayers? Here are two of them, all the potentials, Buffy's back up gang and Angel's crew from LA."

Angelus thought for a while before answering.

"You. You'll need be interpreter. I won't bow down to a slayer but I'll admit I'm a man out of time and I may not understand everything here. I have no idea what some of these things are."

To prove his point he waved at a public phone box as they passed by.

"But I think we'll need to have a little chat about Buffy, she is the blond, correct. I thought so. I could see that Angel was in love with her, but I could smell jealousy coming off you in waves, and if I could, so could Carma.

I won't have her hurt Spike, if anything upsets her, or William for that matter there'll be hell to pay. Clear?"

With a submissive nod Spike agreed, he didn't want to hurt Carma anyway, yes a part of him loved Buffy, but Carma was…Carma.

"Good. Now, why don't we go and find a few drinks, and you can tell me just how it is that there are two slayers."

Angelus slung an arm around the bleached blond and steered him towards the smell of beer.

Thank you to all the lovely people who reviewed, I hope you like this chapter and please review again people. ;)

SpikedAngel22: I hope you like this chapter as well.

Kagome Hater: here's part five, Angel isn't going to be quite so stupid throughout the whole story, at least at the moment I don't think he is, I haven't really decided yet.

Whisper: Carma will appear eventually, the present one, and she and Spike are going to get together, but I'm still not sure about Angel.

Raynee: yeah it makes sense

ana: I hope you like this

Lady Lestat: thanks, and here's the next chap.