A/N If you're wondering if a Buffy vampire can get drunk, Spike did in the episode Lover's Walk and had a hangover

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When Angel came to he was chained, with thick chains, to a metal post. The pounding in his head was something he hadn't experienced for a long time, a hangover from being drunk. He was grateful that wherever he was, it was dark. A few minutes passed and a door opened and Drusilla and Spike came in, light from outside the room shown in and Angel glared at them. "What the Hell do you two think you're doing?!" He demanded as Spike walked over to what Angel realized was a window and raised the blinds, sunlight poured into the room and Angel was now grateful he wasn't anywhere near it. To his shock though, Spike and Drusilla were standing directly in the sunlight. Angel realized his drunk and hungover state had made him miss something's his preternatural senses should have picked up on.

"You're breathing?! You have heartbeats?! How?!"

"We have so much to talk about, Angel." Drusilla walked towards him, he noticed her clothes, while still very modest, were much more up-to-date than they'd ever been. "But first, let me introduce myself, since we never did have a formal introduction all those years ago. I am Edith Keeble, I am the woman Angelus stalked, raped and murdered more than a century ago. And this is William Pratt." She indicated the man standing beside her. "And it's time for you to pay for your crimes."

"I don't know what that means, damn it! The Oracles said I'd be paying for my crimes soon. Mine, not Angelus' or Liam's, which makes no fucking sense because I haven't committed any crimes!"

"Oh, but you have." Edith replied coldly. "Far more than any vampire perhaps, even the Master."

"Like what?! Name one thing I've done wrong!" He pulled against the chains, but couldn't get any leverage to move them and they were the kind of chains used to haul extremely heavy loads and brand new, he didn't think he'd be able to break them.

"Shall we start at the beginning?" Edith asked William. "Enumerate as many of his sins as possible?"

"It would keep us from backtracking." He smirked and Angel realized they were just dragging it out, they already had a list of crimes drawn up.

"This should be good." He muttered. "Okay, prove to me I've somehow committed some kind of crime."

"A soul's purpose is twofold, to allow one to know the difference between right and wrong." Edith informed him. "And to be a repository of every life lived. I was still Edith Keeble and aware of that fact when Angelus killed me and I moved into the doll Drusilla kept with her though everything. I saw you, not Angelus, you. When the soul was cursed into Liam's old body to be a cage for a demon, Darla threw you out. Couldn't bear the soul in her presence, but you came back. Swore you could be a monster for her and you were, you murdered over and over for two years."

"Rapists, murderers, thieves! When she wanted me to kill a baby, I refused! I saved it!"

"Two years." Edith murmured. "Where you were a monster among monsters. You not only killed people yourself, you did nothing while Darla, Spike and Drusilla killed. Drusilla favored children, Spike, young women and Darla lured men. You let them torture, kill, rape, for two years. You could have destroyed them at any time, but not once did that occur to you. And then you did the same for a century. A century! How many humans died while you wallowed in self pity in a gutter, Angel? How many times did you hear a human scream and beg for their lives over the course of that century and know it was because of a vampire or a demon?!" Her voice cracked like a whip, each word hitting him and raising metaphorical welts.

Confused, Angel stared at her. "How is it a crime that I didn't help any of them?"

"You staked young, powerless vampires when they had something you wanted." William pointed out. "But you never went after any vampire that might be the slightest bit of a challenge. You stalked Buffy Summers for a year, watched her struggle as her life fell apart, even though you claimed you wanted to help her."

"I did help her!" Angel insisted. "I saved her life! I helped stop an apocalypse!"

"And watched from the shadows as children stopped other apocalypses!" William hit him. "Literally, stood in the shadows and watched while they battled things far stronger than them. Things you could have easily defeated. They fought and they bled and some died and you could have done something, anything, except stand there and watch!"

"You told yourself Angelus was the monster, not you." Edith stated. "Angelus didn't know right from wrong, he's a demon, a particularly vile one, but still a demon. The soul helps you know right from wrong and you chose wrong! You allowed evil to thrive and refused to stand against it. You refused to destroy monsters when you had the chance. You allowed Drusilla, Darla, Spike a thousand other vampires to walk free and commit horrifying atrocities! And like you, we have to remember it. Unlike you, we intend to do something about them. You will pay for your crimes, Angel! You will suffer for all the people you allowed to suffer, for a century."

"You thought you'd been to Hell before." William smirked. "That was a laugh compared to what happens next."

"You're as crazy as Drusilla." Angel glared at them.

"No, we're not crazy." Edith murmured, turning away from him and heading out of the room. "Just very, very angry. We'll be back soon, Angel. Accessory to crime carries nearly as high a penalty as actually committing the crime. Think about it. Come, William, the sooner we finish with him, the sooner we can begin destroying them all."