A/N: On the advice of my readers Guest (serious, dude, you can choose any name and you call yourself guest? Why not TotallyAwesomeDudeWhoWontTel lYouTheirName? That's way more creative, though probably exceed the maximum characters limit) and ladymirth I've posted this chapter without Spike's accents. See, reviewing is helpful. If other reviews prefer it this way I'll even edit the eariler chapters and make the whole thing accent free.

Although, I must admit when I originally wrote this a year ago I must've noticed how annoying Spike's accent was getting because this chapter only had your spelt like yer. Not even you spelt like ya or to spelt like ter. So if we'll all in agreement then Spike's accent is gone and you can use your own imagination."

A/N: I'd like to thank Guest, aka TotallyAwesomeDudeWhoWontTel lYouTheirName, and ladymirth for reviewing.

Chapter 7

"Partying with the students, isn't there a rule against that?" Buffy asked Spike after finding him inside the Bronze. He was sitting at a table drinking a beer, trying to relax, when the peppy blonde came over.

"There is one club in this bloody town so unfortunately us adults and you kiddies have to share," Spike said.

"Thanks for the other night," Buffy said. "I wouldn't be here myself if you hadn't talked to my mother."

"Don't know how much it did," Spike said. He took a sip from his beer. It was only his second and he was already starting to feel a little buzzed. At least he could find one positive to being human: getting drunk was a lot easier. "Night of Saint Vigeous is tomorrow."

"How'd you know that? We didn't tell you when it was."

Spike paused for a second before he answered. He knew about the vampire Saint Vigeous, who led a crusade of vampires across the Middle East and the belief that on his night vampires were supposedly at their most powerful. "I've done my research."

"Sure you have." Buffy looked out onto the dance floor. The song changed and the beat quickened. Xander and Willow, on the edge of the dancers, started to jump around to the beat.

"Go join your friends, Buffy," Spike said.

"But you're all alone."

"Don't worry, got meself a friend," Spike said while waving his beer at her. "Go."

Buffy smiled and left the table. She joined her friends and started jumping to the beat. When the song changed again Spike had finished his beer. He was about to buy a third when he noticed Buffy had started gridding rhythmically against Willow while facing Xander. He continued to watched until Buffy seductively looked over at him and smiled. Blood rushed to his face, a new feeling for Spike, and he turned away. He got off his seat and walked over to the bar.

"Another," he said while waving his beer to show the bartender what he had already ordered.

A girl on the dance floor screamed and the band on stage stopped playing. Spike turned around and saw vampires were now feasting on a few dancers. People were panicking and running away. Spike tried to run through the crowd to the vampires and look for Buffy, but he couldn't get there or find her.

Spike got pushed out an emergency exit of the Bronze. Outside a few vampires were feasting on a couple of the patrons who were trying to escape. Spike walked forward, tapped one of the feasting vampires on the shoulder, waited for it to turn around and punched it in its face. The other two vampires let their victims go. One victim collapsed on the ground and the other two helped her up and together they ran from the scene.

When the other two vampires circled around him Spike knew he had made a mistake. Spike heard the vampire behind him yelp. He turned and the vampire was dust on the ground. There was another vampire in its place; Angelus, the vampire that had sired Spike's sire; the vampire that had mentored him and taught him to be evil.

The two other vampires attacked the newcomer. Spike pulled one of them off of Angelus and punched him a few time. Unlike the last time Spike had fought a vampire he was actually winning. After a few good punches to the face Spike pulled a stake out of his leather jacket and rammed it through the vampire's chest. He was surprised at how he felt. He didn't feel guilt. He felt a burst of adrenaline which had a calming and clarifying effect. It felt as if he was atoning. He turned around and rammed the same stake through the back of the vampire attacking his sire's sire. As the vampire feel to dust at his feet Spike stared straight into his mentor's eyes.

They both looked at each other in a moment of memory and longingly. Spike desperately wished he could go back to the days when he and Drusilla travelled the world with Angelus and Darla, inflecting terror and fear into the humans across the globe.

Realizing what he wanted made him feel tremendous guilt. He knew he had to get away from Angelus. Perhaps he wasn't capable of killing Angelus, but Angelus was no longer his friend. They were on different sides of the war.

At the same time that Spike punched Angelus in face Angelus' fist collided with Spike's gut. They both stumbled aside. Angelus sneered and vamped out his face. Spike felt his face clench, but nothing happened. He couldn't vamp out his face anymore; he was human. Instead Spike glared at Angelus.

The two ran forward. Spike was smaller and ducked from Angelus' punch while he punched Angelus in the stomach. Angelus grabbed Spike's head from below and tossed him to the side. Spike heard his neck snap. He body reached the ground hitting his side first. His neck wasn't broken; it was just a joint that cracked. He jumped back up and into the air, sending his foot right toward Angelus' head. Angelus' grabbed Spike's leg and swung him away. Spike landed on the ground, his head bounced on the pavement. He couldn't get up this time. Angelus came closer, with the stake Spike had used earlier in Angelus' hand. He got down on his knees, raised the stake above his head and then paused. He stared at Spike for a long time.

"Not a vampire," Spike said when his vision cleared and he saw stake above his head.

"I know," said Angelus, "But how is that possible?"

"Isn't that why you're trying to kill me, because I'm not a vampire?" Spike asked. He tried to get up but couldn't muster the strength. Angelus offered him hand and helped Spike sit up.

"Prague," Spike said, "Drusilla and I were attacked by a mob. They knocked me unconscious, almost killed me. When I woke they had already taken her. When I found her in a castle they had already turned her into a human."

"Drusilla's a human too?" Angelus asked.

"It's killing her. When I realized she was…alive…I didn't even have the strength to fight them." Spike looked up at Angelus with hope. "But you, you can turn us back."

"Spike—"

"We can find Darla and continue to our scourge."

"Spike—"

"Now go on, take a bite," Spike said and pulled his jacket and shirt away from his neck."

"I have a soul," Angelus said.

Spike looked at him. They were both silence for a few moments. "A soul?" Spike finally asked.

"Yes."

"That's not possible."

"And a vampire becoming human is?"

"But a soul…in you? Your bloody Angelus!"

"It's Angel now. And I'm repenting."

"No!" Spike said and stumbled to his feet. Angel got up with him, trying to steady him but Spike pushed him off. "No, your bloody Angelus. You were my mentor. You were my bloody Yoda. You can't just go on and decide your good."

"I didn't just decide. I was cursed by gypsies."

"Bloody Hell you were. Come on, let's find you a nice, tasty meal and then you'll be ready to turn me and Dru." Spike began to walked away, expect Angel to follow him.

"Spike," Angel said. Spike stopped dead in his tracks. He didn't turn around to face Angel. He didn't want his mentor to see him fighting off tears.

"This is our punishment, isn't it? Your soul, Dru's and mine humanity. I can only wonder what horrible thing has happened to Darla."

"Darla's dead," Angel said. That got Spike to turn around. A single tear had formed and was falling down Angel's face. "I killed her," Angel explained.

"And what are you going to do to me?" Spike asked.

"Nothing," Angel said, "You're human. You get a free passed." Angel walked over to Spike. "But all those people you killed in the last one hundred plus years, you're going to start feeling them. The guilt—"

"Is going to start eating away at my gut," Spike said.

"Already feel it?"

"I just want it to go away."

Angel put his hand on Spike's shoulder and squeezed it. "It never goes away."

The door emergency exit of the door opened and Xander and Willow came out. Spike was the one who saw the two first.

"Mr. Pratt, Buffy's missing," Willow said.

Angel turned around saw the students. He was about to say something and then looked at Spike. "Mr. Pratt?" he asked.

"Oh sod off," Spike said. He turned back at Willow and Xander. "Did the vamps take Glodilocks?"

"I think so," Willow said. "The one that grabbed her was a woman with long black hair. She injected Buffy with something and Buffy passed out. That's when the other vampires attacked."

While Willow was talking Xander looked back and forth between Spike and Angel. "Was something going on here?" Xander asked.

Spike ignored Xander. "Any idea where they took her?" Spike said.

Willow shook her head.

"I've got an idea," Angel said and started to walk away.

"Go home kiddies," Spike said and followed Angel.

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