Hey guys, don't forget, I have a poll on my page if you want to help choose what happens! Here's the next chapter. More about Angelus then anyone else, tell me what you think! What view point do you like best? Sorry about the underlining and boldness last time, my computer does that sometimes.

Chapter 12: Trapped

I banged my head on the wall, starved and bored. I refused to eat blood from that vile blood packet. People walked around in white robes like doctors or something, I could practically feel their blood pumping through their veins.

One of them stopped in front of my 'cell.' I growled as they wrote down notes. "So, what are you going to do? Starve me to death?" I asked. They pointed to the sign on the wall before moving on.

It read "No conversing with undead 'patients .'" I whacked my fists against the electric wall only to get thrown back. I jumped up and paced around, trying desperately to find a way out. This was truly annoying, stupid Spike taking Buffy away and not returning her safely.

I wondered if they were here too, being experimented on? I sat there, wondering many things. Vamps and demons came and went, the Doctors, no, Scientists and Commandos came and took them away as soon as they passed out. It turns out that the blood in the packets is poisonous.

I leaned against the wall, slowly dragging myself down it as I got closer to the floor. I sighed, needing to find a way out of this white prison.

~~~~~~~~~Third Person~~~~~~~~~~

Angelus had dark bags under his eyes from not eating for nearly a week. His eyes were closed loosely. When the sound of feet stopped in front of his he figured it was just those Scientists here to check up on him.

Annoyed, Angelus his face in the corner. This action caused pain to rocket through his body. There was barely any blood providing oxygen to his body and his entire being felt like lead.

"Angelus." The name struck familiarity. A hand shook his shoulder and he growled, but didn't move. "Angelus, come on!" He stopped, trying to draw a conclusion of why this voice sounded so familiar. Then it hit him, Buffy.

"Buffy?" He turned and saw the blond staring at him, concern welled up in her eyes in liquid form.

"Come on pet, we have to go." Spike appeared from behind her. They were wearing doctor clothes.

"Why are you dressed so funny?" Angelus asked. Spike rolled his eyes and Buffy didn't reply, instead, she helped him up. Together, Buffy and Spike dragged Angelus across the lab. An alarm went off, red lights started flashing and the chaos emerged.

Arms flailed as people tried to figure out what was going on, The Commandos charged for Buffy, Spike and their escaping experiment, the trio ran for their lives. (More of dragged and ran for their lives.)

Spike found an airshaft and broke to the surface, helping Buffy pull Angelus up after him. They charged across the wet grass, the chilly night air freezing the dew drops on the grass. Some army guys followed them, but by the time they found out the way the three vamps had chosen to go, they were already gone.

Once they arrived back at the mansion, they dumped Angelus onto the floor. Dru gasped as she saw her sire looking as if he were on the brink of death on the floor, if he hadn't been a vampire, then she would have surely made this mistake.

"We need blood!" Buffy called to her. She nodded and ran out, grabbing the first by-stander she could find and bringing them quickly back to the mansion.

The struggling girl was about the age of fifteen, she wore a beautiful white dress. Drusilla ran her finger nail across her neck, slicing it open, blood pooled out of the wound, Angelus did not stir from his paralysis. She pressed the girl's neck to his mouth and he took a few sips before sitting up and sucking the dead female dry, her dress was stained a dark blood red.

Still recovering from his blood loss, Angelus seemed delusional and Buffy and Dru feared for their sire. At the time they shared the same feelings from the one who had turned them both.

They moved him into the back and Buffy spent the night by his side, refusing to leave. Spike strolled the streets, feeling resentment and hate to his grandsire for having it so good, little did he know that things were about to change, big time.

Sorry for the long wait, I was out of town. What did you think? A bit rushed? Sorry, I didn't know what to do with Angelus just sitting in a cell forever. Any guesses, if you get it right then you get a Spike plushie! Yay Spike! Please review! Thanks!

~~Gethernia~~