Angelus glared at the ceiling. Buffy had nearly had him and he couldn't deny it, not when he was forced to lie on the bare bed for days with nothing to amuse him. The minions didn't enter this room, and Drusilla had forgotten about him again. He growled and looked down his body at his leg. The damn thing wouldn't hold his weight. His arm was useless. He wasn't going to heal without blood, human blood.

He closed his eyes and went over the last battle in his mind. Buffy was stronger, faster, and more vicious than ever. He hadn't expected her to heal so quickly. The broken girl he had pictured was a fantasy. The woman he had fought was unexpected and beyond his reach.

William's scent was all over her. The muscles in his body protested as his demon surged to the fore. He groaned. He did not have the blood for this nonsense. He thought of her nubile body, of the precious freedom she had given him with her innocence. The mere memory of the scent of her virgin's blood stirred him mentally and physically. She was supposed to be his, her place at his feet, but William had stolen her.

William had taken her. The bastard had been a pain in his ass since Drusilla had dragged him into their existence, but he had never crossed that line before, never taken what simply didn't belong to him.

Their scents were mingled, so mixed together they smelled like one being. There were even echoes of it in Sophie's scent. He growled. They smelled like a family.

A faint knock at the door pulled him from his reverie. The door swung in, and Drusilla's new boy dragged a pretty blonde into the room. Her rapid heart beat filled the room and the sweet smell of her blood brought a smile to Angelus' face.

"Dru sent this up for you, but I had to have a bit of a taste." The boy smirked at him and tossed the weakened girl across his broken body. "Eat up, so I can drag her body down for clean up. I really don't have time for this."

Angelus bit back his ire and stoked the fingers of his good hand through the trembling girl's hair. She whimpered and curled her warm body against his, seeking comfort. He kissed her temple while he stared at the newest addition to his family. The boy needed to learn a thing or two. It would be fun to continue his education. He hummed gently into his dinner's ear, soothing her for the moment. He smiled as she moved against him seeking protection from the nightmare of her reality.

He smiled. There were some amusements too sweet to pass up. He continued to murmur into her ear.

"We'll get free of this. It will be okay." He suppressed his accent and smiled as she nodded, the side of her face rubbing against his chest. He watched the insolent whelp roll his eyes and fling himself into the chair. The boy had so much to learn.

"These people aren't normal." The girl whispered. Her voice was rich with tears. "They killed my mother and there's this woman making my little sister have a tea party. That guy hurt my neck."

"If we stick together, we might get out of this alive." Angelus looked at her with his most sincere and worried expression.

"Do you really think we can get out of here?" She looked up at him with dulled eyes.

"Of course I do." He smiled sweetly and looked at this wren. She was trying so hard to be something more. Normally, he wouldn't bother with minion fare, but he needed her blood. He let his demonic face rise and grinned as her eyes widened in fear. The delicious scent of her terror filled his nostrils as he sank his fangs deep into her scrawny neck.

The blood was sweetened by fear, but a half drained coed wasn't going to cut it. He finished her off, sucking long after her heart faltered and stopped. He caressed her cooling body and shifted it to his far side.

"Come on, boy." He said in his weakest voice. "Take this thing away."

"Didn't you like your meal, Granddad?" The boy smirked as he strode across the room. "Hand her over."

"Just holding her steady while I ate took all my energy." Angelus tried to look as feeble as possible. The whelp was about to learn a very important lesson. Dru's get always seemed a bit headstrong. It took so much effort to teach them.

The younger vampire jostled him as he reached across his prone body for the carcass. Angelus smiled and groaned for effect. This was actually turning out to be entertaining. The boy wasn't as lithe or as muscular as William had been, but he was still a bit of fun. Angelus smiled and brought his good arm up and pulled the idiot to him.

Drinking second hand blood was unappealing but masters made hard choices when their families went astray. He pulled long droughts of the tepid blood. His ones began to shift and heal. The pain was invigorating. It made him giddy. He closed his eyes and imagined William was the body struggling against him and Buffy's body the one cooling beside him. He felt a rush of desire and ripped at the clothes on the body in his arms. He pulled his mouth free, letting the flesh gape open and blood drip from his chin.

"Fuck that bitch." He demanded and shoved the nuisance over onto the corpse.

"But she's dead."

"So are you. Put your dick in her. Now." He shoved his healing body up from the bed and watched as the boy trembled weakly and complied with his orders. "Harder, Boyo. Give her your all."

Angelus slapped the pumping ass in front of him. This was what he needed. He knelt behind the pair shove ripped his own pants open. Oh, he was going to make them bleed. They were all going to bleed. William, Buffy, Sophie, and all their little friends would be broken at his feet, begging for him to bugger them. He stroked the pumping flank before him stilling the boy's movement. He rammed home and took control of the action using his daughter's latest mistake to fuck a dead girl.

He sank his fangs in deep on the unmarred side of the young vampire's neck and started to pull out the dregs of his blood. It would be fun to leave him here until Dru got around to remembering him. He hummed, enjoying the bloody foam that ran down from his mouth and fell onto the truly dead.

He felt wonderful. Dru was going to be punished and kept so very, very busy serving to his needs. A father's work was never truly done. He yanked his fangs and his cock free, discarding the blubbering fool. He sprang up. He needed some good blood, and hadn't the girl said her sister was at one of Dru's parties? Nothing quite like the fear of a child to clear the palette. He left the room whistling.