Chapter 1
"I just killed myself a slayer!" Spike said proudly to his family of Dru, Darla, and Angelus.
Angelus was preoccupied with a lifeless corpse that he was kicking to the side.
He liked it when he had the glory. He didn't like when Spike took the proverbial lights and shine from him.
"Let's move along. There's no more life here, we are wasting our time with dead bodies." Angelus said bitterly in his loose Irish accent that stayed with him after all those years.
"Don't run too fast Angelus...I still smell fear...Grandmummy, look behind that door." Drusilla slurred in her whimsically crazy way.
Spike held her waist and grinned in a devilish way.
Darla pulled a wooden door off it's loose hinges to show a woman crouching in fear.
"Look at that!" Spike said.
Darla advanced on the girl, then pulled her up, and threw her at Dru.
"She's yours pet, you found her." She said. "Maybe you can share with Angelus, he seems a little hungry."
Angelus bared his teeth and the girl screamed until her lungs gave up.
Darla beamed.
"That's my Angelus. There's a good boy." She said as Dru and Angelus eviscerated the girl as she weakly struggled.
The year was 1898. Darla and Angelus sat in someone else's house, relishing in their scandals.
"Angelus, I got you a present..." Darla said as she exposed the gypsy girl tied up under a cloth.
"Oh Darla, you shouldn't have." Angelus said with a smooth, yet fake kindness he used on everyone.
After he lay the gypsy girl to waste, Darla and Angelus indulged in a dangerous playfulness that followed them around wherever they went.
Too soon after their deed was done, were wheels of an evil law firm in motion.
Angelus was cursed with a soul, and Darla shunned him. The once powerful fear that he and Darla had shared, was gone forever.
Now on a path for his life's atonement, the now named Angel lives in L.A. He lived in the same hotel room at the Hyperion Hotel since the 50's. No one bothered him because they were scared of what kind of creature he could be.
He had no human contact and left his room only to collect a supply of animal blood that was delivered every week to the hotel for him.
It was now the year 2000, and although the hotel had closed years before, he continued to brood in his solitary confinement.
He didn't realize that there were people alive who knew who he was, what he was. They were watching him. He was important for them but even they were unsure why.
Lindsey McDonald and Lilah Morgan were often at each others throats. They represented, each in their own right, what Wolfram & Hart stood for. They loathed working together, and were often made to do so. They had but one similar case. Bringing Angelus to their side. But Angelus was gone, overshadowed by the soul inhabiting his body.
Both Lilah and Lindsey had their own plans for making Angel lose his grip on reality, and have the long lost Angelus resurface.