New Chapter up… I know where I'm going now, got a structure for the next coupla paragraphs… enjoy… R/R please….

All your questions will be answered too, not in this chapter obviously, but eventually.

Chapter 5

Vampires of Aurelius

The vampire went flying through the air and hit the wall hard enough to make the blocks making up the wall slightly shift. Suprisingly this didn't hurt the vampire much at all as he immediately got up and was ready to fight again. Snorl went for him again, determined that no puny vampire would be able to stand up to him. Snorl was tall, had a hide made from a substance much like a tortoise shell, and he was strong, very strong. The vampire attacked him again, sending a punch into his stomach. At the same time, Snorl realised that that was the first hit the vampire had landed on him all night, and that he was flying backwards through the air at breakneck speeds. He hit the wall opposite where the vampire had hit just moments before. Before he knew what was happening, the vampire was on top of him, hands around his neck, ready to snap it. He looked up and could see the cheering crowd, chanting for the vampire to make the kill. Snorl didn't care if he did or not. He was only in these things because he had nothing else to do. Being immortal had wiped out his will to live. Snorl's species of demons never died of old age, no matter what happened. He had done everything, and now was just waiting to find a means to an end, and it looked like the vampire above him was that means. He closed his eyes and waited for the blow to come, but instead it never did.

Snorl opened his eyes again only to see that the vampire had backed off. Snorl used this opportunity to get up and face the vampire again, but the vampire just put his hand out as if he was trying to say don't even try it. Snorl, for once, took this advice and relaxed a bit. He and the vampire were in a pit in the floor, with sand on the bottom and a very high railing on the top. Around the pit were people and demons alike, all of them chanting the name of the vampire, which Snorl couldn't tell. The Vampire shouted to the crowd to be quiet, and to Snorl's surprise, they actually did. He watched this vampire with curiosity, he seemed to have some level of control over the demons in the complex.

"Vampires… Demons… Humans…" the vampire shouted so everyone could here. "That's what we've got here in this city," he continued on. "Just Vampires… Demons… and humans," the vampire let a silence sweep over the building. With extraordinary skill, he jumped up out of the pit and onto the railing. "The Humans rule the world… they rule us! And they have for the last few thousand years!…But what if…" he started off. "What if we were the ones in control, like it should be. This planet was given to us! Us demons! I say we should take it back!?" the vampire said. "What if an army could be raised, to overthrow the humans? Make them work for us!" the vampire said to the crowd again. There were many cheers throughout the crowd, but Snorl could tell that most of them weren't buying it. "You've all felt it," the vampire started again. "That feeling, that something's coming, something big. That presence that seems to be everywhere… well it's here, and it's starting it's work," the vampire said again.

"And let me guess, this is you?" a vampire in the crowd shouted out, knowing that the vampire that was standing on the railing was probably just another vampire out for glory.

"No. No it isn't," the vampire replied.

"Then who are you?" the vampire in the crowd shouted to him.

"My name's Angelus," Angelus said back to him. "And I'm working for The First Evil," he added, knowing that most of his speech sounded like he was trying to sell a car, not recruit an army. Murmurs spread throughout the crowd. Mostly everyone had heard of the story of Angelus, and Snorl was one of them. He did believe that the vampire he had just fought was in fact Angelus. The way he fought fitted the myths about him. "So, who's with me?" Angelus asked the crowd. In reply, there was a loud cheer, followed by the vampires feasting on the humans who once had been watching the fight.

Lilah walked down the hallway of Wolfram and Hart. She was confident that there had been sufficient time for her subject, Darla, to recover from being brought back from the dead, again. They had brought her back on orders from the Senior Partners, without an explanation of what they were to use her for, or what the purpose of bringing her back from the dead was. Lilah almost felt sorry for her, almost. It must have been a tough deal to be risen from the dead just so that they could use her as a means to an end, just like they used all their clients. She stepped up to a door and opened it with a key. On the door there was a plaque with the name Lilah Morgan on it. She stepped into her office. It was very large, with one wall of pure unbreakable glass. Near the glass wall sat her desk, and she could see that there was a manilla folder sitting on it. She walked over and opened it up. It was from the Senior Partners, explaining what was going to occur concerning Darla. She quickly read the contents of the file, and then put it through the shredder. She stepped out of her office to one directly opposite her. Through the door was a made up apartment, and in the middle, sitting on the couch staring into space was Darla.

"Hello Darla," Lilah said to her. She didn't seem to respond to Lilah's call. Lilah walked around so Darla could see her, and thankfully, Darla moved her head and looked at Lilah.

"Why?" was all that she said. Lilah looked down at her, and went to sit next to her, but Darla moved away as she did so.

"Because we need you Darla," Lilah simply replied.

"Why?" Darla simply asked again.

"For your son, and Angelus," Lilah replied. At mention of her son and Angelus, some life finally seemed to come into her. Lilah knew that Darla would refuse the offer that they were going to make her, so, instead she had to do it the old fashioned way. She got up off the couch and walked around to the table, where there was a large vase. "They need you Darla, especially Connor," Lilah continued as she was walking.

"Connor?" Darla whimpered. Lilah walked over behind Darla, the vase raised above her head, and brought it down with a sick crunch, knocking Darla unconscious. Lilah put the remaining half of the vase which was in her hands down and carefully lay Darla down on the couch. She then pulled out a mobile phone.

"Bring Druscilla up," she said.

Spike had walked all around the town he was now in, and there wasn't a soul to be seen. He had only seen that one person walking down the street after he had come through the portal, and he'd disappeared. All the stores were closed, which was to be expected as it was probably around four in the morning, but there weren't any signs of life at all. There were no cars in the streets, no rubbish, no animals, nothing. All the stores looked like they had been abandoned for years. To Spike, the town looked remotely like Sunnydale, but at the same time it wasn't. Some of the buildings were basically in ruin, while others stood, looking as if they had just been built.

Spike rounded the corner, and saw a sight that was familiar to him. In front of him, with his vampiric eyes, he saw a sign that was all too familiar to him. Welcome to Sunnydale. He looked beyond the sign, and all he could see was rubble. There was nothing resembling the town of Sunnydale at all. He just noticed something else on the Welcome to Sunnydale sign. It had writing spray painted across it, and as he came closer, he began to make out what it said: Home sweet home.

Spike now ran towards the town full speed, and as he was approaching it, he saw a singular headlight ahead. He stepped out into the middle of the road, and he could see that it was a motorbike that was approaching. On top of it was a figure clad in tight black leather, with a purely black helmet on.

"Hey mate, slow down!" Spike yelled. The rider didn't even acknowledge the fact that Spike was there, at first anyway. Spike stepped directly into the bike's path and saw an object flying at him and it was only due to his speed as a vampire and skill that he moved out of the way. He watched the rider speed past, engine blazing, and saw that they had just tried to shoot Spike with a crossbow. He realised that something must have gone terribly wrong while he was gone, and Spike didn't even know how long he had been gone. He remembered the fact that time was different in different dimensions. In all likelihood, he had probably been gone for years, or even decades.

He turned around and continued his journey in towards Sunnydale, or what was left of it anyway.