Ok. Another chapter, and if anyone is reading this can they review because I have got no reviews and I don't really want to continue if no one is reading this, so if you are reading it, let me know.

Ok...either this chapter or the next or at the very most the one after that the two "gangs" will finally meet.

Previously

Many would find that boring, but Spike listened intently throughout the whole thing. He found stories of how vampires were sired amazingly interesting, given the peculiarity of his own.

Elizabeth and Spike had stopped walking half way down the stairs. Now that Elizabeth's story was over, they both started walking with synchronicity down to Elizabeth's car.

When Spike got to the bottom level of his dingy apartment building with Elizabeth at his side, they both stepped out into the crisp night air. Spike was rather pleasantly surprised at the sight in front of him. It was a very clean and shiny convertible car that must have cost a fortune, definitely not something Spike was used to. It was pitch black, sleek and smooth and just made for vampires like him. The speed and power practically oozed out of it.

Spike looked around, and noticed that none of the vampires previously in his company were present, bar Elizabeth.

"Where d' they go?" Spike questioned.

Elizabeth raised one eyebrow delicately. "They took Angelus's car. Shove your, uh... suitcase, in the boot and get in."

Elizabeth strode over to the driver's side and slid in. Spike fumbled over to the back of the car, shoving his hand over the back of the car leaving apparent hand prints all over it. He found the handle that opened the boot and squeezed it, the boot popping open with a satisfying click.

He shoved his drab suitcase in the completely empty boot and reached up, slamming it down with a little too much force.

He stalked over to the passenger door, wrenching it open and jumping in. He positioned himself comfortably and settled himself in for a long drive.

Angelus was currently dragging Drusilla along with one arm and Darla with the other. Dru just went along, adding little hops into her step to catch up to Angelus's quick stride. Darla, however matched his pace, walking with as much dignity as she could while being dragged along by a daunting man with a woman on his other side dressed in over-exaggerated old fashioned clothing.

They reached the old mansion they had been residing at and came to a halt in front of Angelus's car, a large black van with tinted windows made especially for moving about during the day as no light would get in. He let go of Darla, pushing her towards the back door of the van. He walked to the passenger side and bundled Dru in after shaking her off his arm, then he himself walked over to the driver's side, sliding open the door and dropping inside. He didn't look to check that both women were inside, he could feel them near him. He sped off through the empty streets, not breathing a single word, just sitting with his family in silence.

Elizabeth perched daintily on the leather seat of her car, her hand placed loosely atop the steering wheel, the cover of the car opened and the freezing night air was blowing her air softly around her face. She spared him not a single look as she concentrated on the road ahead of her. Spike just sat there feeling out of place in the clean leather car, with his button up shirt covered in grease and spilt drinks, his worn out leather duster and his torn and dirty jeans. Letting his mind wander he realised amongst the confusion he hadn't told her to call him Spike. He waited a moment, choosing the exact time to break their steely silence.

"M' names not William. 't is Spike" he breathed out.

Elizabeth spared him a glance and then turned her head back to the front of the car.

"Ok. Spike. Got it" she spoke in such a way that said end of conversation, no more talking. Well, more like she just wanted him to shut up.

Getting the message he tilted his head to the side and deemed to keep his mouth shut the rest of the journey, as he was sure Elizabeth could be a right bitch if she wanted to, and even if she couldn't he didn't want to take any chances.

He simply sat there, occasionally fiddling with the controls, turning the radio on, changing the radio station, turning the radio off, turning the air-con on, turning it off. As he did this he could see irritation seeping into Elizabeth's features, and after 5 minutes of constantly switching everything she exploded.

"Will you STOP it!" she screeched, turning her fiery gaze on him. He cowered back into the frame of the door.

"Sorry, m' just a bit bored. When we gonna get t' Sunnyhell anyways, pet"

"In about half an hour, jerk" she hissed back.

He just smiled back. "Oh, cutting, I'm hurt"

Elizabeth hissed and turned back to the road, that man just seriously rubbed her the wrong way.

Will update soonish