Title: Once Bitter, Twice Lie
Author: Anony Mouse the 7th
Rating: NC-17 - torture/rape/slash
Pairing: Spangel
Author's Notes: Preceding stories that lead up to this fic 'Changes', 'Mortals are Mortal' & 'New York – a Ficlet' - are all on my site. This story and all its parts have sexual content and assert a sexual relationship between the characters Angel and Spike from the TV shows 'Angel'& 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer'. There are curse/swear words throughout...
Disclaimer: I own shit, all the characters and the TV show belong solely to Joss and Mutant Enemy, I just borrow the sexy bastards and play with them a little.

Part ~ The First 'Europe? Oh not again!'

"Awake! Awake at once!"

Half consciously, Spike rubbed his eyes and turned over. He nuzzled into Angel's chest.

"Awake blood drinker! Awake!"

Spike puzzled a little, still half in a dreamy daze. Slowly his mind adjusted to being awake and he opened his eyes slightly. Angel was stirring too.

"I command you to open your eyes!"

Angel glanced up through his half closed eyes. Illyria was standing at the foot of the bed, her head was twitching like an insect. Spike managed to nuzzle closer into Angel's arm, but was disappointed as Angel pulled himself up, threw his legs over the edge of the bed and then started to pull on his pants.

"Angel," Spike said gently, his eyes still closed. "Come here, I've something for you..." Angel rolled his eyes.

"Spike, it's Illyria."

The younger vamp groaned. There was nothing like sex with his Sire when he had just woke up. Spike opened his eyes and caught sight of the blue haired woman glaring back at him from the foot of the bed.

"Rise, rise now!"

Spike rolled over and pulled the covers over his head. "Oh fuck off blue!" He heard the door open and close. Angel had left the bedroom.

"Do as I command!"

Frustrated, Spike leapt from the bed and grabbed for his pants. He Illyria as he stumbled into the other room. Angel was sipping on a mug of freshly nuked, warm pig's blood. Illyria was not far behind Spike; she marched into the living area and stopped suddenly, head twitching as usual.

Illyria observed the two vampires sitting on the sofa half asleep, "The juices from that creature is all the sustenance you require?" Angel nodded, Spike didn't.

"Can we wake up blue? Unlike you I don't come around for an hour or two." Spike's reply was curt. Angel and Spike hadn't seen Illyria since the incident with their souls, they didn't even know if she was alive or dead. Apparently she was very much alive. Angel noticed the front door and he leapt to his feet.

"FUCKING HELL! YOU BROKE THE DOOR!"

Illyria twitched as Angel looked angrily towards the door. The lock and handle were gone. Only a hole remained.

"It was necessary to enter this home."

Angel just slumped back into the sofa again, a defeated look on his face. Illyria threw a handful of money at the vampires. There were so many of them, they exploded all over their chests, separating into single bills.

Spike sat bolt upright and fumbled through the money, "Where the bleedin' hell did you get this from? There must be a thousand dollars here!"

"Eight thousand nine hundred dollars. I have twenty seven thousand more in a safe place."

Both vampires stared in disbelief at the blue goddess.

"I have learned that in this new world you must have currency to do anything. Everything is judged by that and nothing is achieved without it. When I ruled this world there was no currency; demons obeyed and suffering was a gift from me to those who loved me. Suffering and death came to those who did not."

"Big on the suffering much?" Spike said, sarcasm dripping from his lips.

"You didn't answer my question."

Illyria tilted her head again.

"A bank, that is where you keep your currency. I took it from a bank."

Angel slapped his hands onto each cheek. "You stole the money? You stole money from a BANK?"

"I took what I needed."

Angel jumped to his feet.

"They'll know every single serial number of every single note you took. This money is useless Illyria!"

Illyria was puzzled. "We must leave at once. The deeper well awaits us."

Angel had a look of shock and horror on his face. "Listen to me. Get this money out of our apartment and take yourself away, okay?!"

"Illyria shook her head a little. "I surmised you would be hostile to my request so I left a paper note with this apartments address on it, saying you stole this money. We should leave before your enforcement officials arrive here. It was a necessary manoeuvre to gain your obedience."

Angel's mouth fell open. Spike jumped to his feet to join him in shock. "You bleedin' did what?!"

"I will not repeat my request, we should leave for the deeper well immediately."

Angel was enraged by this point.

"You stupid bitch! Spike get our things together, and you, you prick, get out of my apartment!"

From outside on the street below police sirens rang loudly and there were more in the distance. A police helicopter hovered above the building, and a loud voice boomed out from the street, "THE BUILDING IS SURROUNDED, STEP OUTSIDE WITH YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!"

Angel's eyes met Spike's, then both vampires stared at Illyria. "What the hell are we gonna do now blue?" Spike said, panic in his eyes.

"I will remove you from this danger." In a second Illyria grabbed Spike at the knees and threw him over her shoulder like he weighed nothing more than a bag of sugar. She did the same to Angel and she ran from the place, down the hall and toward the stairs.

When they reached the top floor Illyria took a step back and then started running toward the window at the far end of the hall. She had to dodge past the people who came out of their apartments to see what all the commotion with the police was about.

Angel tried to break free from her grip, but it was too late. With a vamp on each shoulder she leapt toward the window and straight through it. Glass showered everywhere. A woman screamed as they vanished toward the ground.

They seemed to float through the air in slow motion. It seemed that they would all land on top of a van but they drifted away from one another. Illyria landed on her feet as if she had just walked off a single step. Spike crashed to the ground, face down, next to her and Angel did fall smack down in the middle of the van. The roof gave way and his nose started bleeding. He struggled out from the mangled wreck.

"SPIKE!" He shouted as he staggered towards the younger vampire. Spike opened his eyes, he had been faking.

"See? I knew you cared about me Sire!" Angel dragged him to his feet and through gritted teeth spoke slowly. "That's not funny and if you piss about any more I'm gonna..."

"We must leave!" Illyria interrupted. The boys nodded and ran across the street into a dark alley.

*

Two Hours Later – 'Burger Me' Night Club

Angel glared around himself at the bikers and punks. No wonder Spike recommended this place. Spike nodded his head as to agree with the blaring music that pounded through the entire building.

"The deeper well is open. Eve is to break free and lay upon this world the scourge of all time." Angel didn't seem suitably unimpressed so Illyria continued, "Eve was an ancient that I placed in the well millions of years ago. The war was fought by all and bravely my minions destroyed hers. This was when this world came under my rule."

Angel shrugged.

"But she is rising again so someone is performing the rituals. We must stop her. She is far more powerful than I now. You saw to that when you made me weak."

Spike grinned. "I wouldn't call you weak love."

"Insolence! You made me less than I was!"

Angel and Spike both knew exactly what she meant. They had removed much of her power because she was dying with them all crammed into human form.

"The deeper well must be closed."

"Why do ya care anyway blue?"

"You will die, she will destroy all life on this world..."

She paused for a few seconds. The vampires saw the look in her eyes. She was thinking of Wesley and how he died in her arms. Wes was written all over her face, and that was strange as she was so emotionless most of the time. When she thought of Wesley, her face softened and her eyes almost filled with tears. Often she would become angry immediately after thinking of him, unable to comprehend the feelings that she had for the dead man. A little of Fred left behind inside her, Angel pondered.

"I wish not for humans I know to die." She paused again, seeing Wes' face as his eyes closed for the last time. "You will assist me in destroy Eve!"

"We're not human. Love. If we die we turn to dust."

"I care not. She will vanquish this world and destroy you both. I wish to do violence to her. She must be stopped!"

It took a while for Illyria to explain how she knew Eve was going to surface. Some moron in Europe was performing ancient rituals that would bring Eve back from the suspended animation that had gripped her for so long. If Eve came back with her powers restored, she would wipe all life from the face of the earth easily. Reluctantly Angel and Spike agreed that they would help.

They would make their way again to the well and from there Illyria knew a method to locate where the rituals were taking place. They had eleven days to stop the rituals. After that, the world would be fair game.

*

Los Angeles International Airport. Two Nights Later.

"What are we supposed to do anyway?" Spike asked giggling. Illyria had a wig on and heavy make up concealing the blue from her face.

"Sit in the bloody aisle seat. I hate planes," Angel said. "We land in London at six seventeen in the morning, the sun is up at seven eighteen so we have to get out of the place and to a hotel before that."

Spike just groaned, Angel was so bloody anal about times and places.

"And if a janitor speaks to you in any airport, keep your fucking mouth shut!"
Spike shrugged.

"I shall return shortly," Illyria crooned and walked away as stiffly as a window display mannequin. Angel shot up and shouted after her.

"The plane will be boarding in forty minutes, don't go too far!" Illyria didn't even look around. When Angel turned back around to Spike, he was met with a smile.

"Look at this..." he said, pointing for Angel to look at a staff only door that was slightly ajar. Angel looked puzzled. Spike walked towards the door and pushed it open, then he vanished behind it. Angel darted his eyes around to see if anyone noticed where Spike had gone. Uneasily he slipped into the door himself and realised it was a cleaning cupboard. Spike was grinning at the back of some mop heads.

Angel looked nervous. "Spike we don't have time for..."

Spike lunged forward and slammed the door shut. He slipped three of his cool fingers into Angel's lips and pressed himself up against him, slowly moving his fingers in and out of the older vampire's mouth. Angel parted his lips more so the fingers could slip across his tongue easily. He closed his eyes and started to stroke Spike's ass.

Spike slowly drew his fingers out of Angel's mouth and he licked them softly, before slipping just one back in Angel's mouth. Angel was getting more aroused at the soft texture of the finger as it glided across his lips and under his tongue.

Spike reached down with his free hand, not stopping the motion of his finger in Angel's mouth. He felt the hardening bulge in Angel's pants with glee and rubbed his palm against it as Angel thrust his hips in time to meet the pleasure he now felt. Spike stopped suddenly. Angel opened his eyes and looked into the blue heavenly gaze. He could get lost in those eyes and had done many times.

Spike took Angel's hand and pressed it hard against his own erection. Angel gasped despite not needing air, then he wrapped his hands around the younger vampire's body. Resting his hands firmly on either side of Spike's ass, he gripped the cheeks tightly and pulled them towards himself so both their erections, still locked behind the pants, were friction rubbing together. Spike didn't need to move. Angel was doing all the movement now, left to right slightly, back and forth slightly. All the time staring into the blue eyes intensely.

Spike pulled away from his Sire's grip, then slammed him in the chest, forcing his back to hit the door with a dull thud.

"Spike, we shouldn't really..."

Spike rubbed his groin hard on Angel's and hissed into his ear. "Come on Sire... show me what you can do..." Angel was very aroused now. They both were at that point where nothing else but sex could happen and his pants ached at the stretch they were now forced to give. Angel was reluctant to continue but Spike was irresistible when he got like this. After a moments hesitation Angel grabbed Spike either side of the head and pulled his mouth against his lips.

The frenzy of kissing and undressing knocked things from the shelves and around the vamps' feet. Their tongues were massaging and they panted heavily as though they needed the air. Angel slipped his fingers down Spike's pants, easing his hand in there slowly, then gripped the waiting dick hard. He stroked it back and fourth as Spike lost control of the kissing and put his head back, accepting the pleasure of his Sire's hand.

Angel continued to motion as his other hand unbuttoned the pants. Spike's face still staring at the ceiling and Angel kept checking Spike's face to see if he was enjoying this. His Childe was lost in the moment and that made Angel want to come all by itself.

Once the pants were down Angel fell to his knees, pumping his fist. Spike gasped as Angel flicked his tongue across the tip of his dick. Angel stopped suddenly, his grip hard. Spike was lost in the anticipation when the door burst open.

Both vampires struggled to move so they couldn't be seen from the open door. Illyria glared in at them. "I see you are doing sex for pleasure. I shall wait here for you to complete your copulation and spill your juices." She slammed the door and the vampires readjusted their vision back to the dark.

Angel was still on his knees and Spike had his pants half pulled up. They both broke out laughing. Spike's knees couldn't support him for the laughter and he buckled to the floor where an hysterical Angel was holding his sides.

"Spill your fuckin' juices?" howled Spike.

As they recovered slowly from the laughter, they both stopped suddenly as their faces met, each an inch from the other. Seriousness and lust broke through the air, creating a thick, intense return to the lust of moments ago. They broke into a passionate kiss once more.

This time Spike shoved his hand into Angel's pocket during the kiss, gripping him. Angel returned the favour and did the same to Spike. They fumbled here and there and both laid side by side, locked into the passion and each pumping the other's dick.

They both came together. Angel lifted his ass off the floor and his grip was released. Spike kept firm hold of Angel though, pumping it wildly. He knew how his Sire liked to come and Angel knew Spike liked to come without a touch. They both opened their eyes again and after a few seconds, Spike gave Angel a slight kiss on the forehead. He stood up and grabbed some toilet paper from a shelf. He threw some at Angel and grinned. "We'll miss the plane if you don't get a bloody move on!"

When they eventually came out of the cupboard, dishevelled and adjusting their eyes to the light, Illyria was standing guard, her back to the door. They looked around and were relieved that no one saw them come out.

Illyria spoke up, "Have you finished the act of copulation?"

Spike grinned, "No Blue, but we did both wank each other off." Illyria's face was blank. Angel and Spike giggled slightly.

*

Eight hours later – The plane. Just heading over Scotland.

The blinds were closed on the windows. It was dark outside and most people were sleeping. Spike waved his arms wildly in the air to get the flight attendants attention. "Oy, love! More beer here."

She turned and looked at Spike nodding a fake smile, the ones those people always give you, like when you get off the plane and they are all, 'Thank you, goodbye, thank you, goodbye' like they give a shit. She eventually returned and gave him a small can of beer and a napkin. He grabbed her hand and she looked at him with worry.

"I was on a plane a couple of years ago and ..."

Angel grabbed Spike's hand tightly. "You're pissed. Shut up!"

Spike flicked Angel's hand away and he continued talking to the woman. "Anyway the pilot didn't know his intercom was on and he says to his co pilot 'I could jus' use a blow job and a coffee'... so this attendant she realises what's happenin' and she starts running, like a bint on amphetamine, up the aisle towards him, so this guys shouts after her 'DON'T FORGET THE COFFEE LUV!' Spike burst out laughing, the woman was not amused.

"I see. Did that really happen, Sir?" she said and stepped back a little.

Spike's laugh came to an abrupt end and he stared at her. His face became serious, then he popped his can of beer open. "No luv, but it's funnier in the third person."

"I have watched Good Will Hunting Sir, but thank you for sharing that with me."

Spike groaned. He was telling that joke years before that bloody movie was written. Like no one who would have fuckin' known Will, wouldn't have sussed he was a genius anyway. Spike gulped at his beer, then turned to Angel, who was reclined back, wrapped with one of those small useless blankets they give you. His head rested on the even smaller, even more useless pillow they give you.

"You awake?" Angel didn't open his eyes or move. Spike knew he couldn't have gone to sleep that quickly so he found himself a little irritated. He grinned and he looked around to see if anyone was looking. Everyone who was awake was watching one of the silly little TV screens on the seat in front of them.

Spike reached down and pulled his own little, pointless blanket out. He covered himself but allowed it to over lap Angel's, and he slowly slipped his hand under Angel's blanket.

He was shocked to find Angel's dick was already out of his zipper, hard as rock and waiting for him. He lifted his head up and stared at Angels 'sleeping' face. One of the Angel's eyes opened and looked at him, and the older vampire whispered, "Did you think I wouldn't know what you'd do Childe?"

Spike grinned and ran his thumb across the tip of Angel's dick. Angel groaned under his breath and then closed his eyes again.

Spike stroked his Sire slowly--up and down, up and down--all the time eyeing the rest of the plane. No one was interested so he started stroking on his own dick with his other hand.

Illyria was sitting in front of Angel. She hadn't moved since they came aboard. Angel lunged slightly. Spike knew he was going to come so he quickly pushed his head under the blanket and took Angel fully into his mouth. Angel buckled as Spike sucked hard on him, then he came, and eventually he relaxed back into his seat.

Spike reappeared, a grin on his face. He swallowed and then finished the last of his beer. "Oy, Miss... another beer here!"

A different lady came over to him, smiling. "I'm sorry Sir, you've had seven already and we cannot legally serve you with anymore alcohol, you can have a fruit juice?"

Spike just shook his head bitterly and shrugged back into his seat like an indignant child, folding his arms.

The speaker beeped twice and the Captain spoke to the cabins, "Ladies and Gentlemen, we will be landing at London Heathrow airport in thirty seven minutes, please place your trays back into the upright position, fasten your seatbelts and no longer walk around the aircraft. We would like to thank you for travelling with United Airlines, especially our first class customers and we look forward to your patronage again."

"First bleedin' class customer especially!" Spike said, irritated. Angel grinned.

"It's a blessing to be back home eh Spike? Back to the bottom rung of the class system English ladder eh?" Spike ignored him, the wenches, (as Spike liked to call them), started to walk up and down the aisles, checking everyone's seatbelts were on correctly.

"I bloody hope we get through customs all right, Angel."

Angel shrugged. "Just act normally and it will be okay."

"What the chuffin' fuck does normal have to do with us?" Angel laughed slightly.

They didn't have legal passports, any of them. Illyria's would say "D.O.B. 900 million years BC," and their's would look just as ridiculous. It was a good thing they kept the fake passports they received when they took over the running of Wolfram and Hart. Illyria had Fred's so they should be okay. There was always the impending fear that someone would check them out. How could you explain that you are three hundred years old?

"My bloody ears hurt!" Spike announced to the entire aircraft. No one replied. Angel started to pack his books and newspapers away. "I want another beer. Can we get one when we get off?" Angel didn't respond.

*

The Groomding Hotel – Piccadilly – London. One night later.

Angel was laying on the bed, his hands behind his head watching the TV. Spike was pissed out of his mind on the other end of the bed. Illyria was standing at the window.

"Can't you bloody sit down?" Spike slurred.

"I derive no comfort from this coil I inhabit."

Spike rolled his eyes.

"Bleedin' hell love, is there anything half normal you do like?"

"I wish to be left alone. Do not address me again!" She slammed a foot hard on the floor and the thud echoed. Angel sat up.

"Can you not do that, last thing we need is hotel security up here."

Illyria didn't move.

"As soon as darkness descends upon this land we must head to the deeper well."

"That's you all over blue, long words and even longer..."

"Spike, you're pissed and it'll be night in five hours. Sleep the beer off!" Spike stumbled off the bed and towards Illyria.

He held out the half-empty bottle of whiskey to Illyria. "Go on, try it!"

"Leave my space, you repugnant man!" She shoved him away and he was forced to stumble back a little. He didn't stop though.

"You have to try it at least once love. How do ya know you don't like it if you've never tried it?"

Illyria snatched the bottle from his hands and shoved the end into her mouth. Within a few short motions the bottle was empty. She threw it at the wall and it smashed. Spike jumped back slightly in shock, and Angel jumped to his feet as well.

"I do not like it, you will stop questioning me now I have tried it?"

Spike nodded in silence. Angel walked over to him and put his arm around the younger vampire, leading him back to the bed.

"Do you wish to make sex with each other?"

Angel furrowed his brow, "No, why?"

"I would leave the room if you wished to copulate."

Angel stroked Spike's head as he started to fall asleep. "No, we'll let you know though when we do..." His tone was sarcastic but it was utterly lost on Illyria.

*

Part ~ The Second ‘History Lesson'

When they had put their luggage on the floor, both vamps jumped onto the bed. The travelling had been a little too much for them both, Illyria thrived wherever she went, at least that's how it seemed.

The hotel had the smell of a musty damp hovel, they knew the scent well and they'd stayed in enough dank pits in their long lives.

Illyria had a room next door, not that she would use it for anything other than standing in the middle of the floor, twitching and staring into space, they were glad to have her out of the way anyway.

It was a cheap room, about five miles away from the deeper well, the sun was breaking through the orange horizon with its threatening amber glow. Spike pulled the drapes closed slowly and seductively. Angel had not paid any attention to the move, much to the disappointment of Spike.

"I need to sleep," Angel said curtly and he shuffled himself under the sheet, great, that meant no sex and Spike was counting on some after that god-awful ride on the train.

Spike climbed into the bed next to him and snuggled up, but Angel didn't reciprocate so Spike pouted and slept at the other edge of the bed.

It was 1882, the countryside of rural England, north Yorkshire to be specific. The moon was bathing the blackness with a delicate touch, spreading its silky fingers throughout the entire fields that would in daylight be a healthy green. Here those blades could have been as grey as boredom itself and you wouldn't know it. Night did that to the most beautiful of nature's creations, turned it into a blank meaningless, grey beauty.

Angelus marched along, Spike by his side wiping the blood from his lips, from his latest kill. "William, you ate the bar keep, how are we supposed to keep a low profile if you eat people in front of a full room?!" His tone was sharp and cold but William didn't care.

"Well she shouldn't 'ave looked so tasty, if they don't wanna get eaten, they should stay at home." Angelus grinned; his rascal of a Childe could make his night and enrage him to a murderous point with so much as a slight smile.

The screams could still be heard behind them, the terrified women running wildly about, as if that would bring the dead back, they laughed. Angelus turned suddenly positioning himself in front of William, he stopped dead. William walked into him and then stumbled back a little, fixing his eyes on his Sire.

"What've you got in mind Sire?" His cheeky grin dancing to the tune of the terrified cries.

"I was thinking William, about Malone." William's eyes opened wide, slight fear filling them.

"I told you Angelus, he was just someone I stayed with and you were in Western Europe anyway."

It's important to note that Malone was a vampire too, a powerful and terrifying one, matched only by Angelus in his terrible nature. Angelus and Darla had decided last minute to travel away from Drusilla and William; they left without a word. William and Drusilla stayed in England for a while, then she grew tired and left for France. William stayed behind, with Malone.

Angelus was enraged at Malone, he wanted him gone from the face of the earth. The vampire hated Angelus with as much venom as was reciprocated. Malone loved to brag about those, which he 'had', all of them were Angelus's; there was not a person Angelus had fucked, that Malone had not, except William of course. Angelus tortured Darla and Drusilla for sleeping with his nemesis, weeks he punished them and they loved it.

"I was wherever I wanted to be Childe!" Angelus barked, gripping, painfully, the hair on the back of his Childe's neck, "Did you touch him, or he you?" William winced at the stinging pain.

"No Angelus, I told you, nothing happened." Angelus didn't believe him. He proved this by slamming the younger vampire's face into a nearby tree.

*

Time can pass quickly when you're being tortured.

*

William's arms were painfully tied behind himself; the bark of the tree chaffed his skin that was rife with beading blood. Angelus had tied his Childe a few inches higher than William would have needed to stand tip toe.

"What did you do? Did you suck him? DID YOU?!" William shook his head, he would have said no, but his mouth was full of moist soil and a gag made of his sock was wrapped painfully around his head.

"I know you did Childe, I know you did, you're MINE William, you can fuck any woman you want, but you are MINE!"

William continued to shake his head furiously as Angelus dug his nails into the bound and gagged vampire's chest. Scraping flesh away slowly, Angelus dragged his fingers down to the pubic line, blood trickled down his fingers, Angelus stopped only briefly to suck the blood away.

"WILLIAM!" Angelus turned suddenly to see who was addressing his Childe.

It was Malone.

"Angelus, why are you punishing your little friend?"

"Fuck off Malone."

"How clever of you to throw back such a clever response!"

Both vampires circled each other; William was trying furiously to break his bondage, all to no avail. As they walked around and around, both vampires crouched slightly, like the predators they were, stalking in cold, silent movements.

Truth was Angel feared Malone and Malone feared him right back, they were formidable beasts and that air of the unknown stopped them coming to physical blows on more than one occasion.

"Where's your Sire Angelus? Is SHE still in Europe?"

Malone loved to bring Darla into the conversation, he was Sired by a man and had no interest in the female gender, he killed his Sire when he couldn't get his own way. By doing so he had committed the 'impossible' a Childe was supposed to be incapable of such a deed.

Angelus lifted his gaze up slightly to the face in the darkness. "This your new plaything Malone?" he spat, looking at the nervous looking, young vampire that was now standing almost next to Malone.

"This is my Childe Angelus... You wouldn't like him, not like I liked yours anyway."

Angelus lunged forward and they locked in mid air, falling heavily to the ground. The struggle to get on top took the longest time, both gasping and punching; their game faces on, roaring like angry lions as they rolled across the field.

Suddenly both vampires launched to their feet, to continue the posturing and circling of a few moments ago. "You're getting old Malone, making a Childe yourself? That's a new one for you!"

"Oh I'll kill him when I tire of him Angelus, pity you didn't do that with yours, he tastes so good! And sucked like nothing I've known."

They both stopped posturing slowly. Malone was six feet tall and had a slim build, his cruel eyes glared in the night and if truth be known, there was more than a little lust between these enemies. Pride alone would ensure that nothing happened between the two though.

"I shall leave you with your Childe Angelus, I have much to do and the night is drawing to an end." Malone bowed as he spoke; tipping his tall hat slightly, Angelus returned the courtesy, never taking his eyes away from his foe.

William's eyes were wide with terror as Angelus slinked back to him, "You did, didn't you?" William shook his head quickly again.

William felt the cold metal of the sword enter his intestines. The pain as it was twisted was unbearable, he let out a shallow scream as Angelus pulled it out quickly only to plunge it back in sharply.

"I know you did Childe and when you admit it, I'll untie you, otherwise I am going back to the Inn and morning approaches." William didn't move, his eyes begged for mercy, even though he knew there was no such thing with Angelus.

Angelus dropped the sword dramatically to the floor, then he turned and started to walked away. "Happy death William, I won't be back." Ignoring the attempts to cry out to him, Angel vanished into the night.

William tried to break free frantically, the sky was turning a dusky pink color and his fear overwhelmed him. Rocking his body back and fourth, his eyes stung with pain, the rope chafing his hands and legs gave him cause to stop trying to break free.

After two hours of trying and the sky fast approaching its glory of day, William relaxed and finally accepted his death, the dust he would soon be seemed easier than this anyway.

As William felt himself fall to the ground he laid confused, but he didn't open his eyes. It must be a dream, he tried to keep himself in that state, but the rocking back and forwards eventually caused him to open his bloodshot and bruised eyes. Angelus had him over his shoulder and he was jogging towards the Inn where they were staying, a smile crept upon the young vampire's face, he came, Angelus saved him, how he loved that monster of a man.

When William finally came around, the sun was threatening him through the half open drapes, he soon realised that he was tied to a chair in their room.

Angelus sat in the darkest corner, only his angry eyes glaring through the shadows at his Childe. "I shouldn't have gone back for you William, I should have let you die out there!"

William half smiled, his head still pounding from the beating at the tree, "But you saved me Sire."

Angelus became enraged, he hated the weakness he had for this spawn, he loathed, with a passion, his obsession with him, he leapt through the room and landed a sudden blow across William's face. "I didn't save you Childe, I kept you alive to punish you more!" Another blow splattered blood all over the wall beside William.

"Thank you Sire." He managed to half say before another blow sent him and the chair backwards onto the floor.

Angelus stood over his battered body, he spat into the arrogant Childe's face, "I'll kill you when I'm ready Childe, but I want you to tell me the truth, Malone?"

William spluttered a few words out but they were inaudible, blood gushed from his mouth and ran down either cheek. Angelus suddenly stopped and stood back, examining the broken, beaten body, still tied to the chair.

Angelus lifted the chair up and gently untied William and then he pulled the tattered clothing from his body and lifted him into his arms. William was half aware of what was going on, blood continued to trickle from his mouth as Angelus gently pulled the covers from the bed over him. They both fell asleep, William in the bed, Angelus in the chair opposite.

William awoke just as the sun was setting, Angelus was still starring at him from the chair and William was not even sure if his Sire had even slept.

"You awake Childe? You're a weak one, there was a time I could have tortured you for days before you gave in as you did."

William sat up and rubbed his sore eyes, "I'm sorry Sire." Angelus was unimpressed.

As he attempted to get out of the bed, Angelus stormed over to him and pushed his head back into the pillow by his throat. He pulled at his clothes as he held the vampire down firmly. When Angelus finally got naked William was in submission.

Angelus looked down at him, his eyes ablaze, William simply stared back up at him, no emotion whatsoever on his face. "You will tell me William, I will know the truth."

His voice half cracking and forced, William replied, "I didn't touch him Sire." He was rewarded for this statement by a punch to his jaw; a snapping sound like a twig breaking filled the air, as his jaw broke.

Angelus turned his Childe over and pushed his face down into the bed, roughly he entered William and started to pound, harder and harder, William didn't dare move.

When done Angelus moved back, laying next to William, staring at the side of his head, his face still face down, "You may move." William lifted hesitantly up to look at his Sire. "Go on." Angelus said, motioning to his Childe to service him with his mouth. William did what he was told, crawling under the sheet, his jaw caused him to buckle in agony at every thrust of Angelus's dick into his mouth.

When Angelus finally climaxed William stayed perfectly still until the dick was fully soft, just like his Sire liked it.

Angelus pulled his head up, forcing it onto his chest. They laid like that for the longest time, William's eyes were wide open, staring into nothing, Angelus gently stroking his hair.

William was content, his Sire was serviced and placid now, the soft gentle touch moving along his hair let him know he had been good. After a worried pause William put his arm around Angelus's chest and he hugged every so slightly. He felt safe when Angelus was mute, he adored these moments of tenderness, the fact that they were so few and far between meant nothing at all, he adored this man with everything he had.

"We should go hunt!" Angelus barked, leaping from William's hold. "Well?" William gently took to his feet, gripping his broken jaw tenderly. "Did it break?" William nodded without a word. "Then stay here and rest, I'll bring you a virgin back." William climbed back into the soft bed immediately.

Angelus got his clothes on and looked over at the sleeping Childe, "WILLIAM?" His eyes darted open and he half sat up instantly, staring at his order barking elder, "If you slept with Malone... I'll kill you."

William's nod was not noticed as Angelus walked out of the room, slamming the door hard, the weak vampire slipped his head under the covers as tears ran down his broken face.

Angel sat bolt upright in bed, Spike opened his eyes, they were full of concern.

"What's wrong?"

Angel shook his head, "Nothing, I had a dream, about, about this place."

Spike knew exactly what happened, "You dreamed about here?"

Angel moved from the bed quickly, he stopped, standing perfectly still by the window, staring out into nothing, "How did..."

"I know? Angel, this is Yorkshire, we haven't been here since... Well once when we tried to save Fred, but we never slept here since..."

"Since I tried to kill you?"

Spike stumbled from the bed, still half asleep, "Angel, it's okay... and I didn't shag Malone!" Angel's eyes darted and stopped suddenly as his gaze met the blue, soft eyes.

"Don't even fucking joke Spike." Spike nodded softly, maybe it was a little out of place.

The younger vampire was standing next to Angel, his hand on the older vampire's shoulder.

Spike shuddered at what his Sire would do, even now with his soul, if he was ever to find out the truth about him and Malone and the week they spent together all those years ago.

*

Part ~ The Third ‘The New Guardian'

Angel greedily finished his blood. Spike was taking his time with his. Illyria slammed the door wide open as she entered their hotel room dramatically. "It is time for us to attend the deeper well!"

Spike stood up slowly and calmly walked to the door, shutting it softly. "Could you perhaps knock once in a while love?" Illyria was not impressed.

"We shall leave now, you have copulated constantly since our arrival, the time is growing short and we must leave now. Blood and more blood, how do you guzzlers of life exist on it?" It was a given that Illyria's question was rhetorical. Both vamps had noticed her use of sarcasm during this trip, she was doing well with it.

Angel pulled on his shoes as Spike lustfully watched. "Do we know who the new guardian of the deeper well is?" said Angel, taking to his feet. Illyria twitched her head to the left.

"Why should I know that?"

Spike rolled his eyes in anger. "Fucking hell love, he's asking a simple question is all!"

The odd threesome walked through the black wooded area, twigs and branches snapping under their feet. Illyria brushed aside any obstacles with such force that they splintered and left a trail of destruction in the form of a path where they had walked.
"Where is the deeper well?" Illyria slowly said. "You said it was closer than..."

Her sentence was cut off as they entered an open area of brush land. Spike pointed at the huge, old tree that dominated the clearing. "There she is," he said to coincide with his finger's aim.

Angel paused suddenly, he raised his hands to force the other two to be quiet. Illyria stepped forward. "Why should we make no noise? I will do violence and vanquish whoever stops my entry to the deeper well!" Angel cringed at her loud statement. Spike giggled.

"Well, well, well, look who tries to enter my deeper well." The strong masculine voice boomed from the hole in the tree. "Illyria, I see you've adapted to your new environment, you look weaker than before, have you perhaps being tamed during your time with the drinkers of blood?"

Her head twitched left and right quickly. "I know not who you are speaker of the tree."

Spike shrugged his arms dramatically. "Bloody hell blue, you're talking to a tree!"

Angel shoved Spike in the chest so hard that he stumbled back. "I know who that voice belongs to!" he shouted at the darkness.

"Angel, shut your mouth for once, I'm addressing your better, Illyria!" For the first time ever both vampires stood opened mouthed as Illyria smirked smugly, then returned her face to its stern, usual demeanour.

"I wish to enter the deeper well, you will grant me access to destroy she that is called Eve. If you do not do this I shall terminate your existence from this pitiful world!"

Silence, utter and complete silence. Twenty seconds later the air was cut by the same voice. Twenty seconds is a long time when no one speaks. Try it.

"Illyria, of course I will grant you access and your white haired friend too, but Angelus, he comes near this place and I'll seal this door forever."

Spike walked forwards three paces. "If my Sire ain't welcome neither am I you tosser!"

Illyria turned to Spike slowly. "You will not hinder this mission blood drinker, or I shall kill you myself."

Spike laughed loudly. "You couldn't kill me if you tried, you like me too much blue, gotta face it sometime you know."

Illyria twitched again. "I hold a fondness for you pointless creatures, that much is true, but I shall not allow this mission to be hindered, Angel must not enter and Eve must be stopped."

Angel walked forward, squinting towards the tree to see something, anything, he couldn't. "Malone?"

Spike's mouth opened sharply, his head turning to Angel in shock and then backs to the voice from the tree. "It is you right? Did you think I could forget your voice?" A small slow laugh trickled from the darkness.

A figure stepped from the hole in the tree, slowly forcing itself into the view of the three visitors. The moon illuminated all of him but his face. That remained in shadow. It was Malone and he clapped his hands slowly. "Well done Angelus."

Spike burst six paces forward at him, enraged. "HIS NAME IS ANGEL YOU SILLY FUCKER!" Angel pulled Spike by the arm backwards to him, pressing his mouth hard into his ear.

"Shut your mouth Spike, this isn't the Malone we know, THAT'S RIGHT ISN'T IT MALONE? This is the guardian of the deeper well now, his powers are more than ever, AM I WRONG?"
The shadowy figure laughed softly again. "Well, you got me Angelus, or Angel, you always did have a flare for the dramatic, naming yourself after God's first special creations, how benign of you." Spike kicked wildly in mid air trying to get to him, but Angel held him tightly to his side.

"Spike, we have to bite the bullet, he has absolute power here, Eve needs to be stopped, priorities Spike, priorities." Spike stopped suddenly, his eyes seething with venom and his teeth showing through his game face.

"Fuck you Malone, treat my Sire with the respect he deserves or I'll fuckin' do ya!"

"Spike, you never used to be so dominant! What has your Sire been letting you do?" He laughed softly again. "When I had you, you were like a little puppy and now Angel has turned you into a creature of rage, how sweet of him."

Spike thrashed and broke free of Angel's grasp, he ran with his head down at Malone. Malone leapt quickly eight feet high, landing on a branch, like he was lighter than air itself. He grinned down at Spike who was jumping to get to him. "You never fucking touched me Malone, you lying bastard!" Malone tittered playfully.

Angel dragged Spike back, this time very firmly, he hissed into his ear. "CHILDE! Calm yourself now!"

Spike stopped suddenly.

"Is Childe his control word Angel?" Malone said as he landed softly on his feet. "It probably is, all dogs need a control word."

Angel hissed again into his Childe's ear. "Go into the deeper well, help Illyria to stop Eve and come out again, no fighting, no swearing, just do it!" Spike didn't look up, his nod was enough.

"Why will you not let this creature into the deeper well?" Illyria said, stepping forward. Malone stopped her suddenly with his outstretched arm.

"Remember who you are talking to Illyria, I hold your fate and prison in the palms of my hand, I will allow you access to the deeper well and that is all, you piss me off, you die, it's as simple as Angel here." Illyria paused slightly at the threat, she believed it and spoke no more.

"You Angel, wait here, Illyria, William, follow me."

"My name is Spike you dick head."

Malone stopped suddenly and turned to face him again.

"How cute, not only do you have a control word but you are named after a dog too now." Spike hissed. "One more word Spike and I will seal this entrance forever."

Angel shoved Spike hard in the back, letting him know to shut the hell up. Spike shut the hell up.

It seemed like hours since they had gone in there. It was probably only thirty minutes at most. Angel stood bored in the dark glade, the only light came from the moon and stars above his head. His mind raced through thoughts of Malone and Spike together. He trod around, kicking the forest debris to and fro with his feet.

Illyria stepped suddenly out of the tree; Spike was directly behind her. "Eve has gone, her essence has been removed from the well." Angel furrowed his brow confused.

"How is that possible?" Malone stepped from behind them.

"It happened with Illyria, I assume it was the same situation, Eve appears to have used a get out plan too, having her essence removed from the well within months of Illyria. It is possible she intends to fight for her corner of this world, taking over from Illyria as she sees it."

Spike shrugged his shoulders, then walked to his Sire and stood by his side proudly. Malone smirked. "Something funny dick head?"

Malone laughed. "It's cute how just like a little puppy you return to his side!"

Angel was not going to allow this distraction, he paced forward. "That's not possible, Illyria put Eve into the deeper well many years before she herself was placed in there." Illyria twitched towards Angel, then Malone.

"Time was not linear then Angel, you speak in ignorance and of innocent notions." Illyria said harshly. Angel stopped and pondered what had just been said.

"In English blue, we don't all speak ancient demon!" Spike shouted at her.

Malone stepped forward. "Time is a concept we have existed in, before time events did not happen in a particular order, they happened differently then." Spike squinted his eyebrows.

"So you're saying that Illyria puts her into the well, then she is not in the well because it ain't happened yet then Illyria is in the well but she is not because that happened already and at the same time..."

"THERE WAS NO TIME!" Illyria boomed, her face still but her tone aggressive. "You cannot understand such things, you are tiny and pointless, Eve is free and before she awakes, she must be destroyed or this world will face her and its own death and I will not allow those beneath me to triumph over me!"

Spike scowled at Malone. "That's the best info you can come up with you useless tosser?"

Malone smiled politely back at him and bowed slightly. There was a time you called me master, do you remember that Spike? I remember your cool breath on my pubic hair little one.

Angel stormed forward, shoving Spike out of the way. "Get over it Malone, nothing happened, I believed Spike a hundred years ago and I believe him now! Spike beamed with warmth, Angel believed him, even when he beat him and broke his jaw. Good times...

Malone laughed and took a few paces back, never taking his eyes from Angel's. "Time is short vampire, go save the world again, for all the good it'll do you. One day Spike will tell you the truth and you will know true pain in that soul of yours. I'm glad I don't have one myself Angel, makes everything so much easier without one." Malone took a step back into the tree, only his head peeked out now. "Does he still have the mole on his left leg, right at the top, near his ass?" His head vanished into the darkness.

Angel's head shot to Spike. Spike stared at the floor, if he had a working circulatory system his face would have flushed. Angel glared enraged.

Illyria started to walk away. "Follow!" She barked. Angel shoved past Spike, his eyes boring a hole of disgust into Spike's own.

Spike jogged behind Angel to keep up as he and Illyria stormed though the dark forest. "It's bullshit Angel, I dunno how he knows about that, he's lying!"

Angel didn't look around at the younger vampire. "Shut the fuck up Spike, we've work to do." Spike winced and continued to follow his Sire, worry in his heart.

*

Part ~ The Fourth ‘Worms Can Turn'

Angel stomped angrily through the woodland, Spike jogged to keep up with him and Illyria.

Angel looked at the blue woman. "Where are we going now?"

Illyria didn't look around at him. "We are going to find the coven of Zandra, they have a powerful seer. When I locate Eve I will destroy her corpse before it is reanimated."

Angel frowned at her arrogance; after all it was she who dragged them both to England to help her. "What's the point in us being with you?"

Illyria stopped suddenly; Spike walked into the back of her and stumbled back. Illyria turned to face Angel. "You are formidable warriors. I am uncertain at communicating with humans, they are strange and do not please me. I have a fondness for you both and I..."

Spike put his hand on her shoulder. "You consider us friends?" Illyria shrugged his hand off with great force.

Her face showed anger again. "No, I wish to destroy Eve, will you help me or not?"

Both vampires nodded and she stomped off through the blackness of the forest. Only the snapping of twigs could be heard.

A few miles later the threesome walked into a clearing that appeared to lead back to civilisation.

A small dirt road meandered past them, leading to a small pub. 'The Fox and Hounds'. Spike beamed. "Right, I'm buying." He walked towards the place and then realising no one was following him he turned around. "You comin' or what?"

Illyria growled almost. "We do not have time for distractions such as these."

Angel scowled at Spike. "Look, we aren't going drinking, this is..."

"Well I'm goin' and if you aren't coming with me then more fool you. I need a bloody drink!" He turned and walked through the door and slammed it behind himself.

Reluctantly Illyria and Angel eventually followed him in, after a few moments of deliberation.

The pub was smaller inside than it looked. A central bar area situated in the middle of the place housed a fat woman who was serving drinks. The floor was covered in a red thick carpet that had seen better days. The lighting was dim and the decor was heavy and dark. There were no more than eight people sitting around, all old, nursing their glasses of warm beer.

As Illyria and Angel walked through the door the place fell deathly silent. It was a push that a bleached haired man had come in a few moments earlier, ordered a pint of beer and a triple vodka and orange. But this woman with her blue hair, their acceptance didn't reach quite that far.

An old man who was sitting on a tall chair at the bar laughed. "Bloody 'ell, is it Halloween already?" A few titters filled the silence briefly.

Illyria stormed towards him. "You will regret your impudence..."

Angel grabbed her, pulling her back, laughing in a terrible fake attempt, he addressed the bar. "My girlfriend here is an actor and I've just picked her up from the theatre..."

The old man looked puzzled. "The nearest theatre is seventeen miles away!"

Angel grinned. "Yeah, I know, we're on our way home and thought we might have a drink.

Spike strolled out of the toilet, still pulling his zipper up. "Ah, you made it. Barkeep! Two more pints of your best warm beer!" He slammed down a five pound note on the bar, grabbed his beer and plonked himself down in a dark corner at the other end of the room.

Gingerly Angel took the two beers and lead Illyria over to the table. As Angel sat down opposite Spike he checked no one was listening and then he spoke. "I've had to lie because of you and your drinking. We don't have time for this now!"

Spike swigged a mouthful of beer. "Look, I need a bloody drink okay?"

Angel growled. "Watch your tone Childe!" Spike shrugged. "I mean it, you're lucky I didn't lose my temper about you and Malone, I might just still lose it yet."

Spike leaned over the table. "Okay, look, nothin' happened between us two, Angel I swear."

Angel looked with disdain at Spike. "Stop denying it, you liar."

Spike bolted to his feet, knocking the table between them across the room. He grabbed Angel by the collar and addressed the room. "THIS IS MY SIRE EVERYONE, my lover! He's got it into his head that I shagged a man he knows but I didn't!"

Angel punched Spike in the face. Spike held his nose a moment, then turned his glare to Angel. "I've took shit from you for years. Moods, bossiness, I've always respected your fuckin' Sire's rights, but you're really fuckin' pissing me off Angel, stop it. Something might happen that you'll regret if you don't."

Angel smirked, slightly embarrassed at the public announcement Spike was making. "Shut up and..."

Spike head butted Angel before he could finish. Angel stumbled back. Spike grabbed him again and shoved his knee sharply into his balls, Angel coughed and lunged at Spike.

The two vampires rolled around the floor. Heavy punches to each other's faces. The bar woman picked up the phone and dialled nine, nine, nine for the police.

Somehow Spike managed to get on top of Angel, sitting on his chest and using his knees to hold Angel's arms down he spoke. "Look, even if it did happen it was fuckin' William Angel, not me and you've fucked loads of men over the fuckin' years anyway! Just leave me alone for a while okay, I don't wanna fight ya."

Angel was furious. "Tough!" His fist landed squarely on Spike's jaw and he catapulted backwards through the air, landing on his back. Angel's game face was on now, the barkeep screamed as she saw it. Angel jumped and landed on top of Spike, pounding his fist into the younger vampire's face as he landed. Each word he said was spoken to each and every punch that he landed on the young vampire's face . "SO - YOU - DID - FUCK - MALONE - YOU - LITTLE - BASTARD!"

Spike managed to shrug Angel off, grabbing his balls hard, squeezing slightly until Angel stopped hitting him. Angel stood up, Spike's crushing fingers still between his legs. Spike spoke up again. "It's always been you, I love you Angel, I always have, Malone raped me, you know I always like being raped, you'd have done the same in my position! But it's always been you, not Drusilla, not Darla, not even Buffy, I'd have left every single one of them for you in a heart beat and I fuckin' did every time you asked, I only went back to them when you were bored with me!"

Angel's face softened and he instinctually wanted to hug his Childe. Pride didn't allow him to.

The door burst open, two young girls walked through the doors. They can't have been much older than fifteen. They both took a defensive posture near the vampires. One spoke up, she had a thick African accent. "Stay perfectly still." They both removed a stake from their pockets.

Illyria ran towards them. "You will leave them alone!" As she reached them, they both kicked wildly at her at the same time, sending her rocketing back and hitting the far wall, she crumbled to the floor.

Spike let go of Angel and spoke. "Fuckin' hell, slayers!" Angel became very worried, they both did. Slayers kill vampires and even though these two vampires had souls and fought for the good side, they wouldn't know that.

Angel lifted his hands up, palms forward. "There's been a misunderstanding."

The girl lifted her stake up higher. "We know who you are, don't make another move or all three of you are dead." Illyria was pulling herself up to her feet by this time.

It was then Buffy walked into the pub, she stopped behind the two girls, her arms folded. Her trademark angsty face was on. "I didn't believe you were here, what do you want in England?"

Angel noticed the ring was not on her finger, the one she always wore, the one he gave her years ago. Buffy noticed this and spoke again. "I threw it away after I heard about you being Spike's Sire, what are you doing in England?"

Angel took a step forward. "It's complicated, can we go and talk outside?" Buffy shrugged, Illyria joined them and they walked outside to the dirt track again. Outside there were at least ten other girls, all Slayers probably.

Angel spoke softly. "Buffy, we're helping Illyria find an ancient demon called Eve, it's her friend and we decided to take a break." Both Illyria and Spike were puzzled, looking at one another, why was he lying?

Buffy was suitably unimpressed. "And you were almost killing one another because?"

"We had an argument about the beer, it was silly."

"No Angel, do you want to know what is silly? You coming here and fighting like mad men in a country village pub, why didn't you just stay in Hell-A and let Illyria look for her on her own anyway?" Angel didn't speak. "Look, find your friend and get the hell out of Europe and no more fighting because next time you scare people I'm gonna let my Slayers end you both!"

Angel nodded softly. Buffy turned around and marched away, climbing into a black van, the Slayers all got in the back. As it sped away it threw up a cloud of dirt dust behind it.

Spike waited until the van had gone into the distance. "Why did you bullshit Sire?"

Angel shrugged. "I don't want her involved, she has enough to do keeping the demon population down.

Illyria's voice cut through the air. "We must find the coven."

Spike looked pissed. "Why didn't we ask her for a lift?" Angel winced, they really should have.

"We shall walk!" Illyria announced and she stormed off towards the road.

Once they all arrived at the cave, all three of them were tired. The cave had taken longer to find than anticipated and they had walked over seventeen miles to find it. But it was empty. Illyria twitched her head to and fro.

Spike lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. He pointed at the sky, the threatening and dangerous dawn was coming. "So what do we do now?"

Angel shrugged. "We'll have to sleep here, the sun is almost up." Illyria looked suitably unimpressed by this notion. She didn't even need sleep.

She turned to the opening of the cave. She stood in the mouth of it, staring out silently.

Spike shrugged. "I guess that's our cue to get some shut eye." Angel nodded.

It was not a large cave, the top of it was very high but it was just big enough for five or six people to be in there. Angel found a stone in the corner and wrapped his coat around it, to use it as a pillow. Spike sat on a ledge opposite, smoking and not looking up.

Angel got comfortable and laid down, his face to the wall. Spike crept over to him. He leaned over his Sire and started to stroke his hair, Angel didn't move. "Go to sleep Spike."

Spike ignored the request and continued to stroke. Angel's hand grabbed Spike's suddenly; he squeezed then turned a little to see his face. "Don't, I don't like it."

Spike didn't react he just spoke softly. "I didn't do him you know, I only said that cos you made me mad."

Angel furrowed his brow, he let go of his hand and turned his body round, to establish eye contact. "Really?" Spike nodded and Angel reached out, pulling him to the floor next to him. "You're a bad Childe you know."

Spike grinned. "Yeah, I know."

Angel put his arm around Spike and squeezed him slightly to himself. They started to kiss. Not in the ravenous, passionate way they usually did. This was soft and loving, caressing each other's tongue. Spike pushed Angel onto his back during the kiss, putting his hand on the older vampire's stomach. He eventually moved his cool fingers slowly down Angel's pants. Angel sucked in his stomach to give Spike freedom of movement.

Spike didn't undress and neither did Angel. He just stroked his Sire's dick slowly back and fourth, kissing softly the whole time. Angel eventually grabbed Spike's wrist and pulled it from his pants. He beckoned for Spike to lay next to him. They fell asleep just like that, Angel holding Spike gently to himself.

"Awake, it is time, the sun is down. AWAKE I SAY!" Angel groaned, his neck hurt and his back ached. Spike lifted up his head half dazed, with terrible bed hair. Angel giggled at it.

Angel rubbed his eyes and he addressed Illyria. "What time is it?"

"I have no time piece, the darkness is here and the coven should arrive soon."

Spike checked his watch. "It's half past seven." Angel nodded and started to unwrap his coat from the stone makeshift pillow.

It was nine o'clock before the women arrived. They were a little taken aback at the people waiting for them. Four of them, one was tall and slim, very pale with jet black hair, called Jane. One was a smaller lady, a little too much weight on her bones, called Grace. Her hair was blonde and curly. The other two were twins, slim build, dark blond hair and bright blue eyes, called Miriam and Delore.

Once they explained the situation the women agreed to try and help. They lit a small fire in the center of the cave. Grace reached out her hands over the fire and she started to chant under her breath.

Suddenly Grace leapt to her feet and everyone looked up at her from their sitting positions at the fire. "RUN! THEY'RE VAMPIRES!" The women skidded on the moss covered floor and they got to their feet, backing away from the boys.

Illyria was standing the whole time she held out her hands. "They have souls, they pose no danger." But the women were not having it. Open-eyed they attempted to run for the entrance, but Illyria grabbed Grace and held her tightly to her chest.

"If you leave now I will destroy her. Tell me where Eve is and we will leave you in peace!"

After two hours of explaining the situation, the girls agreed to try and help the odd threesome. Once again Grace held her hands over the fire and she chanted some more. The other three girls held hands and a bright orange glow came from them all as Grace continued to chant softly.

Grace eventually opened her eyes and she stood up suddenly. "She is very dangerous, she is in France, the museum in Paris. Her sarcophagus is on display, no one knows what it holds. You have to hurry, the rituals are closing now, she will be awake in six days time!"

Angel worriedly took to his feet. "We have to leave." Spike nodded and pulled on his black coat.

"I always fancied a trip to Paris!" Everyone looked around at the voice, coming from the entrance of the cave. Angel's face fell morbidly still.

"What do you want Malone?"

Malone smirked. "I am weary of guarding the deeper well, so I followed you guys as I have decided to tag along for the adventure."

Without even thanking the girls Angel marched past Malone, "You're not going anywhere with us." Malone jogged slightly to keep up with Angel, Spike and Illyria not too far behind them.

"You need me Angel."

Angel stopped, jerked around to face him and through gritted teeth spoke. "Why would we possibly need you?" He barked.

Malone raised a glowing ball up in the palm of his hand. "Because this is the only thing that can stop Eve." Illyria stumbled back fearfully as she saw the object. Malone continued to speak. "It's a Franzar Crystal, one of only three, it has the power to drain an ancient of their power, without it, you'll be fighting something too powerful for you to handle."

Angel groaned at the thought of spending time with Malone again. Illyria's fearful eyes showed that this would be very useful. "Come on," was all he managed to say. Angel jealously eyed Spike and after a few more moments of walking he signalled for Spike to walk next to him.

Malone tittered, the hair on Angel's neck stood on end. He reached out and grabbed Spike's hand. They walked like that as they made their way to the airport. Spike was beaming and he even managed to throw a childish grin at Malone. But he was suitably unimpressed.

*

Part ~ The Fifth ‘Paris'

Angel stomped around the room, slamming his clothes in various drawers. Spike was laying on the bed, fully dressed, his hands behind his head. Angel walked into the bathroom, took a drink of water and came back into the room with the glass in his hand.

"Sire, what's wrong? You haven't said three words since England."

Angel didn't respond, he sat at a small table by the window and carried on drinking.

"Angel, I said..."

Angel didn't look around at Spike. "I know what you said Spike, I don't feel like talking."

"It's bloody Malone isn't it? Look..."

Angel slammed the glass onto the table, it smashed in his hands. Eyes blazing he turned to Spike and spoke through gritted teeth. "So what if it is, one minute you fucked him, then you didn't, then you did, I can't get a straight answer out of you Spike, did it happen or not?!"

Spike worried a little. Sure, he had slept with Malone a hundred years ago and boy did they sleep together. Malone had been insatiable, sex drive like a rutting rhino. But whenever it seemed like the right time to admit it, a moment followed straight away, where Spike felt he should retract it. Should he admit? But if he did Angel would rage. If he did not, Angel would rage. So, he did the only thing he knew to do in a situation like this.

Spike crawled to the edge of the bed, his leather coat slipping from his shoulders as he did. He slunk onto the floor and crawled softly to his Sire's feet. Spike sat up a little, resting his hands on Angel's groin, he looked up into those cruel, dark eyes and smiled softly. "He never touched me... You've always been the only one Sire."

Angel's rage seemed to subside a little, but confusion still reigned in his heart. "Don't try and change the subject Spike." He paused briefly as his Childe started to unzip him gently. "I'm serious, I want a straight answer."

"I didn't touch him or him me Sire." Angel sighed of relief, but was still furrowing his brow a little. Spike slid his fingers slowly into the zipper, Angel's back arched slightly and closed his eyes, to savour every touch.

"Be quiet though, he's only in the next room!" He whispered down at Spike who was now about to put the semi hard dick into his mouth. Angel arched some more as he felt the cool, damp tongue lick around his balls, he started to get fully hard in Spike's mouth now.

Spike cupped Angel's balls with his hand and started to bob his head up and down. Angel groaned quietly at the motion that was now getting faster. He realised he was going to come and this was too soon. He grabbed Spike's head to stop the motion. Spike stared up into his eyes, those soft blue eyes burrowing into every part of his being. Angel lifted Spike up slowly, then kissed his Childe's neck softly.

Spike groaned as Angel started to walk him backwards, still caressing his neck. Spike felt the back of his knees hit the bed and he was just about to fall back, but Angel didn't let him.

Angel pulled his face away from Spike, stared in his eyes a moment and then shook himself to game face. Spike waited, not sure what to do, Angel punched him in the face hard. When Spike's face returned from the blow, it was vamped out itself. Angel roared like a lion and then bit harshly into Spike's neck and started to feed.

Spike was in ecstasy, his Sire guzzling from him, downing mouthfuls of his precious blood. As they fell back, at the movement of Angel, Spike felt his head shoved against his Sire's throat. As they hit the bed, Angel now on top, still suckling, Spike bit into his Sire's neck too.

They drank for what must have been fifteen minutes. Rolling back and fourth, struggling with their clothes, still feeding. By the end both vampire's were naked. Now on the floor by the side of the bed, they must have fallen off, neither knew when.

As Angel finally released his clenched jaw from the younger vampire's throat, Spike did the same thing. Still game faces on, Angel reached down and put his arm under Spike's leg, lifting it slightly up. Angel held out the arm, so Spike's leg was raised and parted, then he quickly pushed himself inside him. Spike's head rolled back at the sensation. Angel bucked hard and fast, much to the delight of his Childe.

Angel started to take little bites out of Spike's chest as he rode. Spike dug his nails into his Sire's back and dragged outwards, flesh stripping from his spine and back. This only made Angel go faster, it was a frenzy of motion. Almost a blur. Spike slid the flesh covered, bloody finger into his mouth, that was the moment Angel came.

Angel pumped himself sharply in and out, slower and slower, acting almost feral, much to Spike's pleasure. Then Angel got slower and slower and finally bucked suddenly as he came. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. Spike looked up at his Sire coming, a smirk on his face, he loved watching Angel come. Who wouldn't?

When Angel finally became limp, Spike rolled him over, so he was on top of him. Angel still had his eyes closed and Spike copied exactly what his Sire had done moments earlier. Spike slid inside and Angel arched his back suddenly. "Slower!" Spike grinned at his Sire, slower indeed, he always did like it soft, but he didn't give it softly himself.

Spike stroked himself in and out of Angel, the older vampire just lay, without moving, his arms spread out by his side. Spike never took his gaze from his Sire's face, he smiled softly. Sex with Angel or Angelus was never about him really. Spike loved to fuck, be fucked and suck Angel, but the turn on was pleasing his Sire. This time was no different.

When Spike finally came, he fell limp onto his Sire's chest, breathing heavily out as though he needed the air. Angel wrapped his arms around Spike, hugging him close. Spike lifted his head up slightly, Angel was not usually so loving, his eye eyebrows furrowed. Angel opened his eyes and knew exactly what Spike was thinking. He kissed his Childe softly and then pulled his head back onto his chest. They hugged for what seemed like an hour.

The banging on the door alerted Angel to Illyria's presence. He opened the door and she stepped inside. "I can not wait a moment longer, we must go immediately to this location." She handed a scribbled note with a map drawn on it. "Malone can not come, he irritates me."

Angel shrugged. "He's gonna want to come."

"He can stay with Spike, we will return for them once we have located Eve's sarcophagus."

Spike jumped to his feet from the chair by the window. "Bloody hell, I'm not staying with him!"

Angel walked over tenderly, lifting Spike's face up to his own with his finger. "We won't be long, just keep him busy for a half hour okay?" After a brief pause and an almost 'no' Spike nodded softly. Angel kissed his forehead quickly and then grabbed his coat and left with Illyria.

Spike fell onto the bed pouting, hoping Malone would be asleep. But then Malone walked into the room dramatically. "Where are Angel and Illyria going? I just saw them leave."

Spike jumped up suddenly and self-consciously. "They've gone to check something out, they wanted us to wait here for them. Don't you ever bloody knock?"

Malone looked coyly at Spike. "Why, were you doing something naughty?"

Spike rolled his eyes, he grabbed his coat and started to put it on. "Even if I was, it would be a one person show, I'm Angel's, Malone. Let's not go through this again okay?" Spike shoved Malone out of the way and opened the door. "You coming for a walk then? I'm not staying in a fuckin' bedroom with you around." Malone smiled and followed him out.

The night was particularly dark. Angel and Illyria were walking down a small cobbled road. They looked from window to window. Illyria appeared to be smelling the air, like a snake, but you could never really tell what she was doing half the time. She stopped suddenly and pointed at an open window, three floors up. The buildings looked like they should be in Northern England and not in Paris, France. There were yellow shutters by the windows and the inside of the buildings looked shabby and unkempt.

"There!" Illyria walked to the door at ground level and kicked it, it flew inside, smashing at the foot of a flight of stairs just inside the door. Angel winced. "Are you mental? Why didn't you knock?" Illyria raised her hand to him, to let him know she was not going to discuss this, she marched inside and stomped up the stairs. After looking around to see if anyone was looking, they weren't, Angel reluctantly followed her.

When Illyria eventually stopped, she turned to a door with a note pinned to it. 'Ne pas déranger. La maison de Lydia.' Angel shrugged. "We don't know what it says."

"This is the home of Lydia, do not disturb. Lydia will have to be disturbed."

Angel stared at her puzzled. "You speak French?"

Illyria impatiently glared at him. "I can read any of your pitiful languages, there is nothing humans can comprehend that is not too small for my mind." She turned sharply and kicked the door into the apartment. Incense smoke billowed out and down the hall.

A female voice shouted from inside the place. "Qui il y a? Pourquoi avez-vous fait cela?!"

Illyria twitched her head. "She wants to know who we are and why we did that." She turned to address the voice. "Venir ici maintenant ou je dépouillerai la chair de vos os et le nourris à mon chien!" Angel was beside himself now. "I told her I would strip her flesh and feed it to my dog if she didn't come outside now."

A blue haired woman appeared in the doorway. She looked agitated. She raised her hand up, sparks trickled from her finger tips to her palms. "Comment oser vous est venu ici Illyria! Ceci est un endroit d'acolytes de la Veille de Déesse!"

Illyria twitched again. "Parler l'anglais, cet homme est idiot et son esprit est petit!"

The woman looked at Angel, then back at Illyria. "What do you want here Illyria, you and your small friend, this is a place of Eve's acolytes!"

Illyria shoved her backwards, the woman almost flew out of the window, but the frame knocked her back to the floor. The woman jumped to her feet. "Vous la chienne stupide! Vous auriez pu me tuer!"

Illyria was impatient. "PARLER l'anglais!"

The woman dusted herself off a little. "How dare you come here!"

"I am a God Lydia, I go where I please, where is Eve's sarcophagus?"

Lydia laughed. "I'll never tell you!"

Angel stepped forward, Lydia looked at him. "Can you understand me?"

"Of course I can you fool!"

He walked towards her, putting one hand on either of her arms, then he gripped tightly, making her wince. Angel shook his face into vampire mode. "Now see, I'm hungry and you look mighty tasty, so here's the deal, you speak now, or I eat you and we find Eve some other way." The woman looked frantically at Illyria.

"Il le signifie?"

Illyria answered sharply. "Fait non seulement il le signifie, mais je le laisserai!"

Lydia turned her gaze back to the looming vampire who was now moving his head in to take a bite. "Okay, stop, I know nothing, seriously, I was just performing the rituals... really, I'm not that important in the scheme of this thing!" Angel let her go. He turned to Illyria.

"She knows nothing, let's go."

"How do you know she knows nothing blood drinker?"

"I can tell!"

Illyria tilted her head, she marched over to Lydia and grabbed her by the throat. "You will tell me where your contact is or I will remove your head!"

The woman swallowed hard. "My contact is in Germany, Berlin, I'll give you the address, that's all I know!"

Illyria let go. Lydia ran to a desk and jotted an address down, handing it quickly to Illyria.

Illyria shoved the note into her boot then stood back up, staring at Angel. "She will continue the ritual, we can't allow her to do that!"

Angel groaned. "I'm not taking her with us as well!"

Illyria twitched. "I was not presuming so." She swiftly punched the woman so hard in the chest that she flew through the air, through the window and screaming all the way down, she hit the street below.

Angel's eyes were glazed in horror and shock. "YOU STUPID BITCH!" Illyria didn't react. "I'm having nothing more to do with this! We agreed to help you but I won't be a part of a killing spree of humans Illyria!" He pressed his face into hers. "You won't murder another person do you hear?"

Illyria was puzzled. "She was not a person." Angel froze, confused. "She was a demon, an evil one that feasts on the eyes of children every full moon." Angel rolled his eyes gently.

"We should leave, someone will call the police."

Illyria nodded and they left through the back of the building.

Spike and Malone had been out walking for a half hour. Malone was had been very suggestive to Spike the whole time, Spike didn't reciprocate. "We should go back to the hotel and wait for Angel." He suggested and Malone nodded.

A man selling flowers came over to them. He addressed Malone. "Aimeriez-vous acheter quelques-uns fleurit?"

Malone looked with disgust at the human. "I don't speak frog you pointless bastard!"

Spike grabbed his arm and dragged him away. "Keep your mouth shut okay? We don't need to be drawing attention to ourselves!"

Malone pulled his arm free and dusted it down. "Oh Spike, I had no idea you had become so commanding, remember the river?" Spike shoved Malone in the gut and marched off, not looking behind he spoke eventually.

"Come on, Angel will be worried." Malone followed.

The Hotel room was silent. Someone fumbled with the door, rattling it, it was obvious they were having trouble opening it. A voice came from outside the door. "Bleedin' hell, these cars are stupid, why don't they just go back to keys?" The rattling continued.

Malone's voice came through the door. "Give me the card, look... slip it in and tug it gently!" The door opened, Spike grabbed the card from his hand and walked inside.

Malone followed.

Spike came to rest by the window, leaning half on and half off it, he checked his watch. "Wonder how long they'll be?"

Malone walked slowly towards him and stopped right in front of him. Spike looked up into his cool brown eyes. The man was very attractive and Spike liked a commanding, dominating presence. Angel's idiosyncrasies in others, however slight, is what it was.
"It's not gonna happen mate!" Spike tried to shove him away, but it didn't work. Malone grabbed his hands, holding them away from Spike's body.

"I'm more powerful than you Spike, I always was." Malone moved in for a kiss but Spike resisted, pushing Malone's face away from his own. The men struggled for a little long around the room, like they were dancing. Malone finally managed to get Spike's hands down by his sides. Then he planted his mouth on Spike's. Trying to force Spike's mouth to kiss him back, Malone was pressing his harness on Spike's groin now. Spike struggled to get him off.

The door opened suddenly and Angel walked in. "Guess who's going to Germany?!" he froze at the sight. Malone let go of Spike instantly and stepped back, he was smirking. Spike looked worried as hell, he wiped his lips quickly.

"Nothing happened, he was trying to make it, but I didn't. We didn't..."

Angel leapt at Malone, punching him squarely in the face. With game face on he bit hard into Malone's neck, dragging the flesh away from the bone with his head. Malone screamed in agony.

Illyria walked in and separated the two of them with little effort, holding the thrashing men apart from one another. "You will not fight anymore, we are going to Germany tomorrow when the night falls, you come with me. " She threw Malone across the room and out into the hallway. He bounced off the wall into a crumpled heap. "You stay here until nightfall tomorrow." She threw him onto the bed and marched out, dragging Malone back to the room they were sharing next door.

Angel got up and wiped the blood from his lips. Spike walked over to him, his hands in surrender. "Angel I swear, nothing happ..." He crashed to the floor with the force of Angel's foot under his chin.

Angel leaned over him enraged. "Shut the fuck up Spike!" He slapped the younger vampire around the head and then stormed into the bathroom.

Spike lay on the floor, his head in his hands, if you listened very closely you could hear his short, whispered words as he screwed his eyes tightly together. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

*

Part ~ The Sixth ‘Phone Call'

So we got to the Church and this man tries to kill Illyria. Well no he didn't but not for the want of trying. Angel jumped in to save her but he shouldn't have bothered, you know how old grump is though right? I caught him as he was thrown back, landed in a real heap, it was kinda erotic I suppose. Always is when he's on top! Ahh chill I'm sorry, can't help meself where the big galoot is concerned.

So we get inside the Church and it's full of bleedin' nuns. I know, I said that myself, especially with the doorman being who he was. The sarcophagus was under the main cross at the front.

Yeah he did, so the nun tells him it is Saint Augustine of Hippo, yeah I was sure I'd heard that on the Simpsons too. Obviously Illyria stomps to the friggin' front of the place and starts hitting the thing with this huge statue of the virgin Mary. Oh it was piss funny, the nuns were scattering like bleedin' flies and crying like you wouldn't believe! Yeah over a fuckin' statue, they should read those fucking ten rules again, the one about idols comes to mind!

The priest comes out anyway and she says he is Father Johnson, yeah I know! So I tells him how come in Matthew it says you only have one Father so call no man Father on this world. Thought he was gonna burst a blood vessel! So I asked about salvation being a free gift of his God and how comes they have to work for their salvation through the sacraments! Then Angel got all pissed with me, so I shut up, hell yeah, the Priest loathed me!

Did I tell you when I was poked in the ribs back in London in' 87? This guy says "I'm a Christian and I don't like what you just said!" so I says to him, so forgive me! It was classic I swear.

Oh yeah, right, sorry, where was I? Right, so Angel persuades the priest to speak with us alone and he agrees. We gets into the office out back there and Angel explains the situation and he is okay about it. Well yeah, he says the thing is a sacred relic belonging to the Roman Catholic Church. Nahh it didn't go down well with Illyria, you know what she's like!

So I should've been more suspicious of the guy I know that, he was not shocked at all by Illyria or her behaviour. Yeah I know, so anyways he gets all horse high and starts to shout at Angel. What? Yeah course he did he got all butch, I swear you should have seen me when he bent over the desk at the Priest. The man has an ass of a God, I know, okay sorry I won't talk like that if it bothers you. I know I always say that, look hush let me finish.

Yeah, so the Priest says we must petition the Pope, yeah the friggin' Pope! Well the poor bastard must be a hundred! He had that throat thing as well didn't he? Probably die this year. Right, yeah, so Angel is all pissed and says he is gonna take it like it or not. Illyria jumps in and gets all Illyria-esqe, she is funny as fuck when she's mad. So we all storm out of the office to get the sarcophagus open and destroy Eve.

No I didn't see that, what? Oh yeah. So we storm back into the Church and the bleedin' thing is gone! Hell yeah, gone gone, as in not there gone! We couldn't either. So these nuns are now running about chanting! Yeah! Turns out they were stalling us and removing Eve while we were in with the Father! I know! So anyways the nuns, must 'ave been like thirty of the bitches, all start fighting like real pro's!

Three of the fuckers were vamps too, how? When I shoved their head against the bleedin' crucifix they started to smoke, so I staked 'em. Angel was all kicking and jumpin', God he kicks well, his thighs get all tight when he leaps, mmm, what? Oh yeah, so he's kicking and punching, it was a real great fight!

Course we bleedin' won! So Illyria starts bending the fingers back and breaking them, of one nun at a time until they tell us they've moved her to friggin' Italy! I know! This is one fuck of a trip you know. I'm tired all the time and all we do is fuck and move on you know? Okay I know I promised but you know you like it when I'm just honest with ya sweet cheeks. I know.

Oh yeah, so we search the streets for the whole night, not a bleedin' clue! Illyria tried to drive a car, straight into a fuckin' cop shop she ended the ride! That's where I am now, they have her in the cells. I dunno, but it's gonna be morning here soon and we can't hang around when the sun's up. I said the same thing to Angel, we can't very well go without her can we? They want bail money for her and they won't accept her identity. No, Angel's on his way to the hotel now to get her Fred passport. I dunno, I guess they think it's a fancy dress costume or something?

Yeah, so we're stuck here, fuck knows where the sarcophagus is in Italy. Flights out tomorrow night at nine pm local time. Well we can't without the bail money. They want like five thousand Euros. That's kinda where you come in. I know but surely if you explain it to her? She'll lend you it, say I asked. Okay I'll hold.

Took your friggin' time! What? Well what are we supposed to do? This falls into her window job description. It does too! Saving the world! Tell her then and hurry I can see red in the sky.

Well great! Oh Angel's here, he's paying the bail I think, hold on.

"Where did you get the money? Okay, no, it's just a chat line, I won't be a minute."

He's only bleedin' using American currency. The money Illyria robbed from the bank! I know, cheek of the devil, s'what I love about him. Yeah, I guess. They seem to be taking it, shit he's pulled it off!

Okay look, we should get gone, they're releasing Illyria soon. I'll call you, sure, not as soon as we get there! The second night if we're still alive. Oh shush, you know we'll be okay, Angel will make sure of that.

Okay little bit, take care of yourself. Tell your bloody sister thanks for the helpin' hand, not! Oh we're getting on real well, I figured Angel would hit the bleedin' roof when he found out about Malone. Yeah. He took it really well actually. Yeah everything, he knows it all.

**beep**

Oh shit the battery on the cell is going now. Take care Dawn, I'll call you from Italy, bye!

**click**

*

Part ~ The Seventh ‘Conversation'

Miss, er, Miss? Can I get another drink here? Thanks love. God look at that! The sky is so beautiful this high up, even though it's night.

So what was I saying? Yeah, so we were getting dreshed, [laughs], I mean dressed, sorry love, little pissed. So he is bending over the bed, packing his shit all neat like, just threw mine in a carrier. And I can sense he's getting aroused. I mean he's always bloody aroused, but it was that scent that makes me nuts.

So I goes over to him and I rest my hand on his ass. He doesn't flinch, always the cool sod he is. So I start to stroke his ass, softly. He stands up and spins around to face me. He growls and gets all feral when he turns vamp. I know it's gonna be good if he goes game face at the beginning. So I shake my game face on and stare back at him.

Miss? Another drink here love, leave the bottle, ta.

Anyways so he grabs my face real hard and starts to lick his lips. So I knock his hands away from me and I pounce him like human food, take a big chunk out of his neck and start to drink. He did bloody nothing! Just stood there all stiff not speaking. Course that made me worse and I can feel his dick, cos I'm pressing mine up against his.

So he strokes my head and whispers 'Childe' at me. It was bloody smashing! Then I grab both his shoulders and force him to his knees. S'always a tricky move with Angel, cos he doesn't always like to be the fem, you know what I mean. So he rips my bleedin' pants off with his bare hands. I've all on just trying to stay standing as he shreds 'em! My favorite pair they were, got 'em back in 78 when punk was just kicking in good style. Tore 'em off this bloke on the tube. Killed the poor bastard after I raped him.

[Pregnant Pause]

Anyways so he starts sucking me, but half way through starts biting it and drinking. I always love it when he does that!

Miss, two more of those vodka drinks. Ta love.

So we end up on the floor, rollin' around like two bloody teenagers! You know, first time we ever did it, I was like a sixteen year old! No I was, seriously! Got it over with quickly, ran down the street and told my mates all about it! Bloody hell love it's a joke, don't crack your fuckin' face will ya?

So, we're on the floor and he's kissing me, I'm on top. Then he grabs my head and starts to push my head down. But I don't go. After some struggling he gets angry yeah? Starts to get physical. We ended up fighting for over an hour! Seriously! He broke my nose, I dislocated his jaw, oh and he broke my bleedin' finger when he slammed me against the wall. The room was a bleedin' write off. It was so fuckin' hot! What? Well it was!

We eventually got down to it and I did suck his dick. But he'd pissed me off with the finger thing, so I got him back. So I'm down on it, my hands holding his to the floor by his sides yeah? And he starts to buck 'n shit, so I knew he was gonna come. Then as he did I let it fall out of my mouth and I pinned him there while he did! He hates that, it was great! Course it meant I didn't get to come, but who fuckin' cares about that when you can piss off your boyf... err, Sire.

He was so pissed off with me, that's why he got the separate seats on this fuckin' plane at check in! He's so childish sometimes. I love that about him.

So when we get... shush he's bloody coming!

[Angel walks past the seat, without saying a word.]

Bastard!

But look at that ass, the man's ass is like a friggin' peach! S'smooth like one as well you know. There was this time right, we 'ad the girls with us, y'know Dru and Darla. So he is doin' 'em both like he liked to. I never got in with them, they asked but women are, well women are great and sex with 'em is great but when there's a man in the bed. Fuck that no. When there's Angel in a bed, s'not easy to focus on anyone else y'know?

So he's doin' 'em and I'm all complaining about how I wanna go find the slayer and kill her. So Angel gets real mad and tells me to look in the cupboard. He'd saved me a sixteen year old virgin boy from the village. Got 'im pissed and locked him in there for me! He was always thoughtful like that before his soul. Anyways I did the kid in front of 'em, they loved to watch when I raped...

[Pregnant Pause]

Yeah, ummm, anyways, that was the same week I killed the first slayer. Angelus was jealous at that, he wouldn't admit it, but he was, y'could tell.

Shush, he's coming outta the toilet...

[Angel walks past the seat without a word and vanishes once again behind the curtain.]

Bastard!

Anyways so I says, what were we on about again?

"We were not speaking of anything, you are intoxicated and speaking to no end about such nonsense that my head feels like it would wish to die! Refrain from talking to me further. It offends and irritates me."

Oooooo 'ark at the bint, you always were a fuckin' wanker Illyria.

"I say desist now or I shall remove your heart and feed it to you!"

Misery!

[Spike slams his hand onto the seat rest. Bangs his seat back and closes his eyes.]

Bitches and bastards, that's all I ever get bleedin' stuck with. Bitches and fucking Bastards. [hic]

*

Part ~ The Eighth ‘Cambiamenti'

Once Spike had sobered up, the gang had made their way to the hotel. It was a
nice room, but very small. Angel was sitting on the window ledge, looking at the beautiful moon, hovering majestically in the sky.

The reflected glory of the sun. Albeit at the other side of the world. Its rays still bounced off the moon, glowing its night light onto the frozen, dark world below.

Angel often wondered why the sunlight could kill him instantly whereas when it hit the moon and then him, it was safe. The universe was a perplexing place to live in sometimes.

"That's god's canvas."

Angel turned his head to look at Spike. "What?"

"S'gods canvas, they can't bloody spray paint that can they?"

And was a little puzzled. "What?"

"The sky, s'gods canvas, it remains beautiful no matter what, don't it?"

Angel shrugged and turned away, back to his view of the Italian sky. "You poet types, always ruining the view with complicated metaphors." Spike pouted a little, then cracked open a bottle of Jack Daniels. "And don't get drunk again, Illyria is coming for us soon, she think she's located Eve's sarcophagus."

Spike leapt backwards through the air, one hand on the open bottle top, the other clutching the bottle. He landed smack bang in the middle of the bed. He didn't spill a drop and was very proud of that fact. "When the hell did that happen?"

"Sometime in-between you drinking yourself stupid on the plane and you sobering up."

Spike shrugged. "D'ya ever try and remember what sun rise and sun set looked like?" Angel shook his head solemnly in reply. "I can't get a picture in my mind. Never took much notice of it back in the day. Guess I took it for granted you know? What do you think?"

"I think you should shut up."

Spike slammed his hands either side of him on the bed, then he jumped to his feet. The bottle of Jack smashed against the wall next to Angel. Who replied by jumping from the ledge into a defensive fighting position. "What the hell are you doing?"

Spike glared him down. "Every friggin' thing I say or do you've got some smart ass, sarcastic comment. I'm fucking sick of it! What is it with you anyway?"

Angel relaxed his posture a little. "I don't know, I'm tired, I want to go home."

Spike smiled. "We'll kill Eve and be home in no time, promise." He crossed his chest. "Cross my heart and hope to live!" Angel smiled a little. "Your brow is gonna jut so far out one day that it's gonna fall off. Probably take your nose with it too. Ug, imagine the mess when you get a cold!"

Both vampires paused for a second, then they both laughed like mad men.

Angel slunk over to Spike, who noticed, liked and acknowledged the attention. He continued pouting. Angel grabbed either side of the younger vampire's pants harshly. Spike gasped in delight as Angel dragged them down slightly chafing his hips, scraping the skin to an almost bruise. Spike always liked it when Angel pulled his pants of without undoing the button or zipper. Hell he liked it period, regardless.

Angel got to his knees, much to the surprise of his Childe. Then he took Spike close to his mouth softly. Using his tongue at first, bobbing it back and fourth gently. Then he took the whole lot into his mouth in a hungry gulp and without pause started to bob his head up and down. Angel stared up into the eyes of the vampire he was sucking. Spike looked down shocked at his Sire's wide open eyes and full mouth.

Illyria boomed through the door, the handle slammed so hard into the wall that it just stuck there. "We must hurry, Eve is rising!"

Angel was now pulling Spike's pants back on, Spike was laid down now with a peaceful look on his face. Pissed at the interruption. Angel addressed the blue haired woman. "How do you know?"

"The times and dates, I must have miscalculated, that doesn't happen, I'm..."

Illyria's blue hair faded slightly to limp brown locks. The blue from her face melted away, again for only a second. "What is happening to me?" That voice. Both vampires stared at her. That was not Illyria's voice... It was Fred's...

*

L'Est di Strada occidentale (West Street East)

"So che la Vigilia è giù qui, la tengono in un tempio antico travestito come una casa. Le tende gialle ed una porta bianca che hanno dette."

Angel threw his arms into the air, he spoke through gritted teeth. "For god's sake Illyria Spike doesn't speak Italian!

She translated herself. "I know Eve is down here, they are keeping her in an ancient temple disguised as a home. Yellow drapes and a white door."

Spike stalked behind, near his Sire, he whispered to him. "What do you think happened to Illyria back there? I thought Fred was gone, as in never coming back destroyed soul gone?"

Angel spoke without looking around. "I don't know, we'll have more time to discuss this when a super demon is not about to be set loose on the world Spike!"

"Miserable old fart!"

Illyria stopped suddenly, Spike and Angel froze too. Her head twitched left and right, suddenly she pointed to a house, all on it's own. "She's in there!"

The garden at the back of the house was unkempt to say the least. Huge shrubs had overtaken the place many years before, or so it seemed to judge by the size of them. The grass was so tall it had slumped lazily back down to the muddy soil. The three stalked slowly though the undergrowth, avoiding the window where an orange, yellow light came through like luminescence.

Illyria whispered. "There must be no discussions, she must be destroyed at all costs!"

"How we gonna do it then?"

Illyria turned to face Spike. "You two will wait for me, I will go in there first, through that window. One of you wait at the front door and one at the back, anyone runs, your job is to kill them as the acolytes try to escape.

Angel grabbed her by the shoulder. "We won't kill humans!"

Illyria violently shrugged his hand off of her. "They are Eve's acolytes! They must die!"

"You kill so much as one and you're on your own." Irritated Illyria turned to Spike for support, he nodded to agree with Angel.

She bitterly conceded. "No human mortalities."

Spike took the flank position; meaning Angel walked around the house stealthily and took position by the front door.

Illyria counted down from five with her finger, Spike nodded to give her the go ahead.

Illyria shoved her fist through the window. When she pulled it out, showering the entire area with broken glass, her grip was on the frame. It was ripped from the wall, bricks and dust filled the air. Then she jumped through the window and into the room. "DO NOT MOVE WHERE IS EVE?"

Spike readied himself, but no sound came. Angel was ready for the fight, but none came.

Eventually and after an uncomfortable wait Illyria stepped from the back door, a blank expression on her face. Behind her were a man and a woman, their faces in shock. Angel leapt over the wall, he addressed Spike. "What the hell is going on? Where's the fight?" Spike shrugged.

The man said something in Italian that Spike obviously didn't understand. "Sorry mate I don't speak-o dag-o!"

Angel, realising the situation ran over to the people, his hand on the man's shoulder. He started to count out American dollars, speaking furiously.

"Siamo cosí spiacenti! È mentalmente malata. È mia sorella. Non sé può si aiutare, questo succede spesso e speriamo questi aiuti di denaro lei sostituisce la finestra. Per favore non di chiamare la polizia. Siamo realmente molto spiacente!"

Spike looked at Illyria, whose face had slight emotion on it by now. The emotion was humiliation. "What the bloody hell is he saying anyway?"

"It would appear we need, occidentale L'Est di Strada, East West Street. And not West Street East."

For a second Spike looked smirking in disbelief at what had happened. Then he roared with laughter, sending the two poor homeowners into a slight jump of shock. "SILENCE YOUR LOVER OR I WILL CRUSH HIM!"

Angel lifted his hand around, slapping it on Illyria's shoulder. "Don't make any demands ever again, we'll be lucky to get out of this without getting arrested.

Illyria was infuriated. Suddenly and much to the quick silence of Spike, Illyria yelped out a screech of agony. She grasped her hands to either side of her head and screamed again, falling to her knees. Once again Fred materialised, this time fully.

Angel stopped counting and turned to Fred, her back still to him. "Fred?"

She looked around a little disorientated. "Angel?... Spike?" She stared around at the garden and the broken hole, where a window once housed itself. "Where are we?"

Before they could answer she fell flat on her face, her body slowly melting back to the blue recognisable form or Illyria.

The Italian woman screamed and started to hit Angel repeatedly over the head with her fist, screaming as she did. "Demoni malvagi! demone! demone malvagio!" Spike was reasonably amused by the woman. Angel shielded himself from her blows, he turned to Spike. "She thinks we're all demons!"

Spike grabbed her hand to a sudden mid air halt. His game face came on "YOU ARE NOT WRONG-O LOVE-O WE ARE DEMON-O'S! BOO!" She fainted dead on the spot, the man followed suit and landed on top of her.

Angel struggled Illyria back to her feet, throwing a heap of the stolen money at the unconscious pair. "We have to move, come on!" Illyria struggled to follow, but her orientation came back a few hundred yards down the road.

"It's her, it's Eve and she has the power to change removed things, the displaced are under her powers." Both vampires stopped suddenly and turned to her.

Angel spoke softly. "What do you mean changed things?"

"If I were to become a rock, Eve could turn that rock into me, I would be trapped in it forever it was her power, she must be rising already."

Spike stumbled forwards. "So she could turn us human again? Or if a demon was possessing a child?"

Angel was not going to listen any further. The sirens from the police cars were getting closer. "We need to go, now."

"You must help me, I do not wish... I do not wish... "

Spike shrugged. "To die?"

Illyria froze, staring out into nothingness and finally she spoke up. "No, I wish not to die."

Spike spoke smugly, enjoying her suffering and fear a little too much. But he had liked Fred. "Like you made sure Fred did?"

For the first time Illyria got it, she really got it, a tear fell from her eye and rolled softly down her cheek. Realising the police were going to be in view any second she grabbed Spike and Angel by their collars and leapt through the air, landing in some painfully thorn bushes. Shoving their heads down out of sight she watched as the police cars drove by them.

"Bloody 'ell love you could've warned us!"

Illyria stepped back onto the sidewalk. Both vampires followed her. She had a look of thoughtfulness on her face. "You won't let me die... will you?"

Angel looked at Spike for a moment. This was another of those bloody grey areas that they both hated. Finally Angel rested his hand on her shoulder. "No, we won't let you die if we can help it. But we will let Fred live if she returns."

*

Part ~ The Ninth ‘Dust to Dust'

Spike smirked at his Sire. Angel had gone for some ice, when he returned to the Hotel room, Spike was laid naked on the bed. He was on his front, his ass on perfect and smooth show. Angel dropped the ice bucket to the floor and he marched towards the naked vampire. A sneaky smile on his lips. He dropped his clothes to the floor, kicking his pants across the room and hurling the top onto the window ledge.

Angel climbed onto the bed behind Spike. He rested his hands, one of each of his Childe's cheeks and started to massage slowly. Angel leaned on top of Spike and laid across him. Spike turned his head slightly to reach into the kiss that started on his neck and finished near his mouth.

Angel put his dick between Spike's ass and rubbed slightly. Spike groaned and lifted his ass up to be taken, but Angel didn't reciprocate, sending Spike wild with lust. They kissed for the longest time and eventually rolled over onto their sides. Angel, still behind Spike, reached through his legs from the back and started to stroke the hard dick, slowly.

Spike was almost ready to come by the time Angel stopped masturbating him suddenly. He backed his ass onto Angel's dick, but Angel still didn't do anything. Eventually Spike turned around quickly to face his Sire. He hissed. "Come on Sire, do me!" Angel grinned a broad smile and shook his head slightly.

They started to kiss passionately, rolling back and forward until Spike forced a roll so Angel was on his back, then he climbed on top of his Sire. Sitting pert on top, Spike fumbled below, Angel grinning the whole time. Then Spike slipped Angel inside himself, his eyes rolling wildly as he sat down hard.

The door burst open and Illyria walked into the room. "You copulate constantly! Like the rutting mammals that you are! We need to leave, we do not have time for this!"

After a brief pause, Angel and Spike continued to have sex, ignoring her completely. Spike managed to whisper a few words. "Fuck off blue."

Illyria closed the door and stood staring at the both as they continued to 'rut'. Both vampires were sick of her walking in, she had done it so many times on this expedition that enough was enough. When they eventually finished, Angel on top, Spike beneath, his face pressed into the pillow by Angel's strong hand pressing softly on the back of his head.

The vampires fell into submission next to one another. There would have been panting, but they don't breathe. "MAY WE LEAVE NOW?" They both noticed Illyria was still watching. They assumed when the door closed that she had walked out. They both started to laugh, getting up and pulling their clothes back on.

"We must go to the correct address and stop Eve's ascension back to life."

"It's not our bloody fault you took us to the wrong bleedin' house, the sun was coming up, we had no option but plan for it tonight!"

Illyria was suitably unimpressed.

Outside of the large house, the three were standing quietly, Illyria was worried and it showed. "She must be destroyed at all costs!"

"And why is that may I ask?" All three turned to face the voice, it was Malone and he was smug as hell, as usual.

Illyria twitched her head. "What do you want here? We have no time for delays!"

Malone stepped forward into the cold night air, stopping under the lamp that glowed above him now. "Eve only wants what you had Illyria, life again"

Spike shrugged. "Fuck off you pointless wanker!"

Malone smiled; Angel started towards him but was stopped by Illyria who grabbed him hard by the shoulder. "We can't afford to waste more time mammal!" Angel shrugged her arm away in temper.

Angel took a breath he didn't need and spoke in a quiet anger. "What do you want here?"

"To serve my queen, ahhh here she is now!"

A large cracking sound showered them from behind, they turned quickly to see the door split in several pieces and ripped from its hinges. Bright light streamed from the doorway, almost blinding them all. Crisp white smoke bellowed out onto the street, surrounding them all in a blanket of blindness. "LOOKING FOR ME?" Came the voice. A figure stepped from the doorway. It was a woman. She had long flowing red hair that was wild and unkempt. She was slim and tall with lots of body art. Wearing only a g-string and a bra. She had an oriental look about her. Her smile was cold and her glare freezing...

"Illyria, how nice of you to come to my rebirth!"

Illyria took a step back, she turned and hit Malone in the face, he fell back on his ass. "Don't hurt my acolyte you bitch!" A stream of fire burst from her hands at Illyria, she was knocked clean across the entire street, stopping only by a sudden jolt as she hit a tree and slumped to the ground.

"Vampires? She brought vampires to kill me? The lowest of the low, the blood drinkers of half demon ancestors? What on this reality are these watered down demons supposed to do to stop me?" Angel and Spike turned to see Fred standing by the tree.

She looked shaken and confused, running her eyes and head. "FRED!" Angel ran across the street and grabbed her in a huge hug. "Fred! It's so good to see you!" It was then he realised that Eve had Spike by the throat, lifting him clean into the air. Angel dropped Fred and ran towards his Childe in need.

As he reached the other side of the street Eve held out a finger, it turned to solid wood and she drove it straight into Spike's chest before allowing him to fall to the floor.

"NOOOOO!!!!" Angel landed next to Spike, looking down at the blue eyes that were now in a deep shock, wide open. Spike burst into dust. "NO! NO! NO!!" Angel started to scrape at the dust, trying desperately to scoop it all up into his hands. "YOU KILLED HIM!" But when he looked up Eve and Malone had gone and the silent orange street was all that was left.

*

Part ~ The Tenth ‘Deals with the Devil'

Fred had spent the better part of the day trying to be there for Angel. He had been inconsolable since the night before when Spike was dusted by Eve. Fred had not even had the chance to understand why she was suddenly in Europe with Angel. Angel had explained it briefly to her but there were still a lot of questions. She didn't pursue the matter though, Angel was far too upset right now.

Angel wiped his eyes one last time and stared at the crack in the drapes. "It's sundown!" Angel jumped to his feet and reached under the bed, pulling out a sword. "We've work to do!" Fred wanted to stop him, she really did, but it wouldn't have made any difference. She followed as Angel walked out of the hotel room, his face now enraged and twisted with the fury he so obviously felt.

"Do we even know where Eve will be Angel?" He didn't respond, instead he marched ahead. It was like nothing in the world mattered to him anymore, she remembered Cordy, Gunn and Wesley had told her the last time he was like this, he fired them all. As it was he didn't seem to even care that Fred was around.

They must have walked for hours, around and around, as it stood Fred was sure they'd passed the same clock several times. "Angel, should we rest? Do we need to find butchers? Maybe you would feel better if you ate?"

Angel shrugged and continued to walk. He stopped suddenly and sniffed the air deeply. "Malone!" He turned and continued to walk, snorting deeply, turning sniffing more and then continuing his walk, like a blood hound on the scent of some poor fox.

"Malone? Who's he?"

Angel growled and turned game face, still savouring the air. "He's dead is who he is and I don't mean because he's a vampire either, he got my Childe killed, he's dead." He continued walking, following the scent he was now locked into.

The old room was painted, the furniture and walls were all painted too. Everywhere in the room the same paint was peeling away from everything. The walls, the door, the chairs and the small table in the corner. It was as though it had never been used for a hundred years. It had a dusty feel and look to it. An ugly room.

Eve stormed in the door, followed closely by Malone. "The rites are to be performed tonight, I will be at full strength in three days, then the world is mine!" She slammed her hands on the old table in the corner, the legs snapped like twigs. She spun herself around to face Malone. "Vampires are such weak things, they burst into nothing at the slightest touch!"

Malone smiled softly. "Ma'am, we should get to a more secure location, Angel..."

"HE IS A VAMPIRE! Didn't you listen to me before or do you want what his queer lover back to unlife and here now?" She grabbed Malone by the throat and lifted him into the air. "Would you like to die like he did?"

"No Ma'am I worry only for your safety, please, I got you out of the deeper well because I knew you should rule, please." Eve dropped him to the floor and she turned back to the window, glaring out.

"This whole human infested world is going to know exactly what my ruling means, every one of those rats will know true eternity. How long have they ruled this world?"

"Only a million or so years Ma'am and even then, they evolved, it took a long time for them even to speak."

"But me, I am pure demon, not half bred scum like these. I will take back my world and destroy the deeper well for good so that none shall come after me and challenge my rightful claim to this place."

Malone bowed to her, half worryingly. He was rewarded with a half smile. "When they are suffering I will only make your agony slight." He nodded in appreciation.

It was then the door burst open, Angel was dragging Fred by the hair, she was kicking and screaming. Malone took defensive position, Eve smirked. Angel stopped as close to Eve as Malone would allow, then he threw Fred to Eve's feet. He produced from his pocket a small plastic bag, with what looked like ash inside, he held it up. "Illyria could come back through this human Eve, take her and restore Spike to unlife."

The sheer panic in Fred's eyes puzzled Malone, she really didn't know what he was going to do. Eve spoke softly. "How did you find me vampire?"

Malone interrupted. "My scent I'll wager."

Angel smiled and half bowed at Malone. "Well done." He turned back to Eve. "Take her and restore Spike!"

Eve strutted forward, she tried to grab the bag of dust but Angel shoved it back into his pocket quickly. "You kill her blood drinker, then I'll restore your lover."

Angel paused for a few seconds, utter panic ran across Fred's face, she tried to run but Malone grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her back to Eve. "Restore him and I will kill her now in front of you." Eve strutted around the vampire, looking him up and down. Angel stood perfectly still as she did, he glared at Malone with pure hatred and bile in his heart.

Eve stopped and looked at Malone. "Will he do it?" But Malone didn't know, he shrugged to let her know. Angel stepped a pace towards Malone.

"I'll do it Malone, Spike for Fred? You must be shitting me, tell her."

Malone paused for a second to gage the face of this vampire. All he knew about Angel, surely he wouldn't kill Fred, but then again Angel had done far worse with a soul. After a brief pause and stare into the older vampire's eyes Malone addressed Eve again. "I believe him."

Eve reached over the vampire's shoulder and into his inside pocket, she removed the plastic bag of dust, ripped it open with her finger nails and sprinkled it over Angel's head. As the dust settled it started to glow, Angel nervously took a step back. Spike appeared almost on top of Angel, crushing him to the ground, much to the laughter of Eve. "There you go, one lover, slightly used."

Spike was dazed and very confused, he lay on the floor for a few seconds disorientated. Angel dragged him to the door, ordered him to stay there and then came back into the room, his game face on. Fred was trembling; her eyes were wide open as Angel dragged her to her feet. "Angel no, please don't..."

Angel sank his teeth into her neck and started to drink. As Malone and Eve believed Fred was about to go limp and meet death, Angel quickly pulled his face from her neck. She turned around suddenly, producing the sword from the jacket of Angel's that she was wearing and swung it at Eve. It sliced her left arm straight off at the elbow, she fell back screaming as a green fluid spurted from the wound.

Malone leapt at Fred but was met in mid air by Angel who wrestled him to the ground. Looking up briefly Angel saw Fred take off Eve's other arm. His attention returned to Malone who punched him clean in the face. Struggling to hold Malone's face to the floor, Angel hissed through gritted teeth. "You fucked up this time Malone."

Malone smirked through the pain of being pressed heavily to the floor. "You stupid bastard, if she dies, the energy that will come from her will destroy a small city! Think of Illyria!"

Panic swept over Angel's face. "FRED NO!" He stumbled to his feet as Fred was about to swing the final blow to Eve's head. Fred looked confused. "Come on!" Angel signalled to the door, Fred followed, she trusted him enough to obey his commands.

*

The Artus Hôtel

Angel had gotten his Childe and Fred to safety, then rented a room in a nearby hotel. Eve was bound to try the old hotel room so they couldn't go back there. Angel stroked his sleeping Childe's head, kissing his forehead every now and then. His eyes never leaving his Childe as Fred tore around the room rambling and writing things on bits of paper that she could find. She started on the toilet roll eventually, Angel was amused by her, she really made him feel better just by being her.

"So basically, we can't kill her because if we do it will cause an explosion three times the power of a five megatons nuclear warhead?" Angel chuckled at Fred, she always was the scientist.

Fred picked up the long roll of toilet paper with scribbling all over it, she spoke and read her equations at the same time. "Now a nuclear weapon, as you know, is a weapon that derives its energy from nuclear reactions and has enormous destructive power. Even the smallest nuclear weapons are much more powerful than most conventional explosives Angel, while the largest can destroy entire metropolitan regions. Nuclear weapons have been used twice for war, when the United States dropped two such bombs on the Japanese cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki during World War II. They have been used around 2000 times since then, but only for the nuclear testing undertaken by seven countries, the U.S., Soviet Union, France, United Kingdom, China, India, and Pakistan. Which I am sure you know about, there were non used since I was, well you know, dead, right? The declared nuclear powers are, the United States, Russia, the United Kingdom, France, the People's Republic of China, India and Pakistan. In addition, Israel almost certainly has nuclear weapons, though it refuses to publicly state whether it possesses them or not North Korea has stated recently that it has nuclear weapons; Ukraine may possess a nuclear stockpile due to a clerical error; and Iran is allegedly developing the capacity to produce its own nuclear arsenal. Now if we did kill Eve and caused that explosion, there would be nowhere on earth we could detonate her!"

Angel was smiling throughout Fred's entire ramble, how he had missed her.

"Because see, if we did, another country might see it as a nuclear strike and fire at us, leading the world into nuclear war. So we've got to get our hands on something as powerful as the ray used on Illyria back in Wolfram and Hart."

"Do you remember... being Illyria?"

"You know it's strange because I do, but it's like it's not my memory you know? So what are we going to do Angel?"

Spike whimpered a little in his sleep, half opening his eyes. Angel closed them softly and he kissed Spike's temple again, hissing "shhhhh" gently to him.

"I know what we've got to do, get your coat!"

"Umm Angel, I don't have one, only this stupid leather effect outfit and let me tell you, breathing is becoming an issue!"

Angel laughed, looking over at Spike in the bed with concern on his face. "He'll be fine, come on, we'll sort your clothing out once we get there as well."

"Where are we going Angel?"

Angel stopped at the door to let Fred out into the hallway. "Where else do you go when you wanna cut a deal with the bad guys? Wolfram and Hart, the Paris Office."

*

Part ~ The Eleventh ‘Is it Rape if they enjoy it?'

[Author Note: Get the 1980's song Poison by Alice Copper and listen to it before you read this.]

Spike was drifting in and out of consciousness. Angel and Fred had gone off somewhere. Trouble was the nightmares kept him waking and drifting slightly in unison. His dreams were a mixture of memories and plain stupidity.

Spike heard the music to an old Alice Cooper song in the back of his mind, from years ago. The pictures that went with the song were oddly apt...

Angelus gripped the poor trembling man by each arm. The strength and force of the fingers were so dominating, it flicked away any thoughts of escape as pointlessness. The face of this beast snarled in response to William's terror. Plucking joy from the horror that danced around this man. He was not sure but this thing appeared to be sexually excited at scaring him.

William darted his glance left and right, but no one was around. As he was dragged backwards behind the tree and into the shallow alley, William relaxed and gave himself to the knowing that he was going to die.

Once he was propped back onto his feet, he stared at the three things that had him. The male beast was by far the scarier, but the woman dancing around singing of 'Sires' and 'blood,'. "Tasting like the sun charged with love." She was also pretty worryingly unhinged, that much was clear.

"Please, you don't have to hurt me, I have money, do you want money?" The male pressed his fingers harder into the muscle of his forearm and William winced in pain.

"We don't want money, you ever had a man boy?" Snarled the male one, as the blonde female stroked the beast's hair lustfully. Angelus scowled at the two women. "GO!". They walked away, leaving William alone with the thing, he was sweating and breathing erratically now. "I'm gonna fuck you, then turn you!" The realization of what he had just heard scared him even more, what does turn you mean anyway?

"No, please..." Angelus grabbed at William's dick, which, rather surprisingly for William, was halfway to hard.

"Oh you like that boy? I knew you were ripe for the plucking!" William gasped slightly at the hand groping him. He had never contemplated men as attractive before, but this thing, ugly as it was, was getting him beyond hot. For a brief second Angelus and William's eyes met, they stared into each other's soul for that moment.

Your cruel device

Your blood, like ice

One look could kill

My pain, your thrill

Angelus ripped open the young mans pants with a quick movement of his left hand, his other held tightly to the human's hair on the back of his head. "You like this don't you?" William managed a slight half nod. His terror was turning into lust, he thought at that moment how strange that that had happened.

Angelus pulled his hard dick out of his pants, he forced the William to his knees and then jabbed it at his mouth. William opened his mouth slightly at first pressure. Before he wrapped his tongue and mouth around the throbbing thing, he grabbed it in his left hand and examined every inch of it. Angelus shoved harder for him to take it in his mouth. Truth was William had never seen an erect dick other than his own before. It was the most wonderful thing he had ever seen.

I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch)

I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop

I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)

I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison

William greedily shoved the vampire's dick into his mouth, causing Angelus to grunt and moan. After a few seconds Angelus forced William's head back against the wall, then jabbed himself into the man's mouth with such force it caused him to gag. Angelus pretty much fucked William's face for over a half hour. William helplessly tried to stop the occasional gagging but pretty much just took what he was being forced to take.

Eventually Angelus bucked harshly and the cool fluid filled William's mouth. Flooding every part of his tounge, it tasted so nice he wanted more. Angelus paused to enjoy the flow from him into the human's warm mouth.

You're poison running through my veins

You're poison, I don't want to break these chains

Angelus dragged the boy to his feet and started to kiss him violently, his fangs nicking and slicing at the lips and tongue he was forcing himself onto. Strange thing was William enjoyed it, he was getting slowly more and more into the harshness of this beast. Instead of terror, there was sweet sickly pain. How he wished he knew it felt like this with a man before today.

Your mouth, so hot

Your web, I'm caught

Your skin, so wet

Black lace on sweat

Angelus flipped William around to face the wall. He pressed the boys head against the wall; his hands quickly tugging at the pantaloons, they slipped off easily. "I've never done, I've never been with a man, well anyone..." Angelus roared like a lion.

"I don't mind having a virgin boy, you should've seen the age of the virgin I had last week." Angelus forced himself inside William, who buckled onto his toes in a vain attempt to get away from the pain.

"Ow... ow... ow!"

Angelus's hand reached around and wrapped itself harshly against William's mouth to silence him.

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins)

I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name

Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in)

I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison running through my veins

You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains

Poison

Angelus bucked back and fourth, at some point lifting William from the floor for a second or so by his thrust alone. He finally stopped suddenly and William felt the cool liquid he had tasted earlier filling him inside.

Angelus pulled the boys pants up and turned him around.

The strange woman walked from the shadows, she must have been watching all along. "He's a gift for me Daddy, the stars said I could have him."

Angelus turned to her. "You'll have what your given darling." William was confused and sore, he rubbed his butt, but made no attempt to escape anymore.

"Can I have him Daddy?"

Angelus smirked and nodded. "Sure Dru, have him!" She walked over to him, dragged his head to the side and bit deeply into him, drinking in great gulps, William made more fuss about how much that hurt than he did about being raped a few moments ago.

Before Dru could finish Angelus dragged her by the hair and threw her clean across the alley, she hit the wall and looked petrified. "Daddy won't share, says he's going to make himself a Childe, poor Drusilla can't have one and all the monsters have gone to sleep for the stars told them to leave!"

Angelus snapped. "Fuck off Dru!" Then he took flank position and bit where she was drinking from a few moments ago.

Bewildered and in considerable pain William whispered as lightly as he could, his fear was long gone. "I'm glad it's you." Angelus paused for a moment, then he snarled, grinned and bit deeply back into the young boy's neck.

One look could kill

My pain, your thrill

I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch)

I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop

I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)

I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison

William felt the air on his hand, it had taken him a couple of hours to dig himself out of the grave. He felt the tug and before he knew it he was standing in front of Angelus, his arm still in the air where he had been pulled out of the ground.

"Now see this is Darla, she's mine, this is Dru, she's yours, but we don't do exclusive so we could swap around. Thing is, humans don't take kindly to fags, so when we are together you make sure everyone knows you and Dru and me and Darla okay?"

William was lost in the tall man's eyes, this was love at first sight, the world made sense at last. "What am I?"

Angelus roared with laughter. "You boy, are a Childe of mine, my only one in fact, come on, you need to feed." William couldn't take his eyes off the older vampire all that night, he wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck him where he stood, that was something that never changed.

You're poison running through my veins

You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains

Poison, oh no

Runnin'deep inside my veins,

Burnin'deep inside my veins

It's poison

I don't wanna break these chains

Poison

Spike sat bolt upright in bed. Bewildered he looked around and quickly realised he was in the hotel room. But he had died. Was he dead now? He remembered the welcome to hell and being cast in there, how did he get back? Was it a dream? Finally he decided on a shower to clear his head.

It's poison

I don't wanna break these chains

Poison

Angel was packing methodically as usual. Spike just sat by the window staring out. Illyria was standing in the middle of the room, staring into space as usual. Angel wrapped his soap neatly with toilet paper, Spike half watched grinning, his Sire was such an anal freak.

"We managed it again eh Angel?"

Angel looked around at Spike. "Managed what?"

"Lost Fred, not bad going really, what's this one, the second time? Leaves us open for a couple more."

"Don't even fucking joke Spike." Angel threw more things in his bag, this time with rage in his eyes."

Illyria took a pace forward and then she addressed Angel. "I was in there."

Angel turned to her. "In where?"

"I was in Fred's body, I was working my way out of her, this body is mine now, even Eve cannot take it from me."

Spike jumped from the sill and walked over to her. "So you'd have come out eventually regardless?"

"Correct."

What a strange bloody world they lived in, Angel checked his watch. "You gonna pack Spike, we've to be there to check in, in like twenty minutes!"

Spike strutted over to the heap of clothes in the corner. He picked up one item at a time, sniffed it and either shoved it into a plastic bag or hurled it at the trash can. "Done!"

Angel groaned a heavy sigh. A soft beeping noise filled the room, Angel looked around, for a moment he thought it was a bomb. Then Spike pulled his cell phone from his back pocket. "S'probably Dawn..."

Angel zipped his luggage and looked at Spike a little confused. "So who is it? Answer it!"

"Well I would but it's a bleedin' text message!"

Angel sighed heavily, he had no idea what a text message was, he had real trouble adapting to the new things mankind kept bringing out.

"S'from Lorne! Says he wants to meet us at the airport, he has a surprise."

Angel plonked heavily down onto the bed. "Fucking hell, we haven't even got on the plane home and already he's thinking of even more inventive ways to make me suffer!"

Spike grinned, Angel was such a moody pup sometimes.

*

Twelve Hours later. Hell-A International Airport

An unkempt looking threesome struggled out through the arrivals gate. Illyria made some comment about how she had work to do and she was gone. Angel and Spike didn't even take much notice, they were too busy arguing, as they had done almost all the way home.

"I knew you would get pissed, what is it about you and drink?"

"S'bleedin' great is what it is and I don't have to explain myself to you!"

"What if someone needed saving? How would you save them while you were pissed?"

"I've saved more people pissed than I ever have sober so shut the hell up old man!"

"You make me sick!"

"Well you're not my idea of a dream date either!"

"Shut up!"

"You shut up!"

"People are looking lower your voice!"

"Fuck' em!"

It was at this point Lorne ducked under the rope and marched towards them, interrupting their scintillating conversation in mid flow. "Sweeties! You're back and oh how lovely you look! Did you bring me anything nice? Of course you didn't. Come along, the car is waiting!" He turned to a small man behind him. "Take their bags." he grabbed them and they all followed Lorne to the exit.

Lorne had a limo, filled with booze galore and a mini fridge. This was expensive, Angel didn't trust it, there was something not right here. Then again Angel always thought like that about everything anyway.

"It was a difficult mission..."

Angel was cut off again. "Angel cakes I know what happened, you sang for me remember? I didn't doubt for a second you would come up trumps!"

Spike sat forward after taking a huge swig out of a bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream. "So what's all the hub bub about anyway? Where're we going?"

Lorne smiled, poured himself another cocktail. "Well, here's the deal boys. When Angel sang for me I found out about the money Illyria had stolen and I got to thinking. I'm making a fortune in my new club the 'Spangel Night Scene.' So while you were away, I decided to get you a treat and you pay me back when you got home!"

Angel leaned forward in his seat, he was sitting directly opposite Lorne. "You spent money and expect us to give it back?"

"No Angel cakes, they'll be plenty left over. You have nowhere to live now right?" Both vampires looked a little shocked. Wow, they really didn't even think of that! "Well you do now, courtesy of Lorne!"

The limo pulled a street and pulled up slowly outside an old book store. "Come on sweeties, outside!"

When Angel got out he saw a row of stores, the neighbourhood was not great, but it was not the worst place in Hell-A either. There was the book store they were parked outside, a butchers, an empty store with what looked like sheets covering the front of it, a bakery and on the very end a Chinese take away store.

Spike surveyed the street and suspiciously followed Lorne to the empty store. Lorne made Angel and Spike stand just in the street looking at the store. He put his sea breeze down by his feet and grabbed hold of the sheets. "Right, here is your surprise!" He pulled the sheet away, it flowed softly to the ground.

Angel and Spike were gob smacked. The store was painted a soft blue, there was silver lettering on the window, it read "Spangel Investigations – We help the Helpless".

Lorne was more excited than the guys were, they were just stunned. "There's a bedroom upstairs which is large, I had them put a bed there, a sofa and a TV. The office has two desks, a computer on each, reference books and a smaller, walled office for client privacy. Don't you just love it?"

Spike stepped forward. "What the hell is Spangel?"

"Oh peroxide puppy, it's Spike and Angel? See?"

Angel pouted. "Why was I not the first letter anyway? Why couldn't it be Aike? I was here before him, why couldn't it be called Aike Investigations?"

"Because sweetie pie, that is a horrible name!" Lorne dangled the keys out in mid air. "I'll be needing the cash from you tonight, eighteen thousand will cover it."

Spike laughed. "How bleedin' much?"

"Look, the rent is paid for twelve months, you can live here so it's rent free, stop complaining!"

Angel smiled at Spike. "Hush, we have the money." They both smiled at one another and then Lorne. Angel grabbed the keys and let himself in.

Lorne spoke softly. "The powers that be have been in contact with me." Angel took a step outside the store to address Lorne.

"Why?"

"It seems I'm now one of your links to the Powers that Be. Now don't get all freaked our, I wanna play this like Charlie!"

Spike was confused. "Will you speak English!"

"Charlie? Charlie's Angels? No? Speaking to them on a phone but never in person? You people, I've been here only five years and I know all about an iconic show like Charlie's Angels, while you, who has been here almost two hundred years, you remember nothing!"

Angel shrugged. "So you're saying if you get information about someone who needs help, you will call us and give us hints?"

"I would never be that cruel honeydew, I'll tell you everything I know as and when I know it. Including evil demons that intend harm on anyone."

Angel nodded and walked back inside the store, was more of an office though, this time Spike followed him in.

The office was quite large, all the wood was pine and light, not at all like anywhere else Angel had lived. Various books littered the one bookcase on the far wall from the door. Spike was beaming, he loved it, Angel was still waiting for the catch.

It was a little dusty and obviously had not been used for a while. But Lorne had set the place out nicely. Angel was quite surprised on how good it was considering the small amount Lorne had laid out for this place.

"I claim this desk!" Spike leapt towards the desk by the window.

Angel furrowed his brow. "What about those nice, warm, hot days, you'll be fried in seconds!"

Lorne shook his head knowingly, then he tapped on the window. "Necro-tempered."

Angel smiled. "You thought of everything!" Lorne grinned. "Why?"

Lorne grinned and rested his hand on Angel's shoulder. "Because you guys deserve it, I couldn't have the money I have now and know you were struggling, plus I'm trying to get in with the winning team! Tell you what, this place is my treat to you, keep the money. Just do me one favor."

Angel smiled. "Of course, anything."

"Don't come by my club often, every time you visited my last one it got blown up or machine gun bullets tend to get lodged everywhere, deal?"

Angel shook Lorne's hand. "Thanks Lorne. Are you serious about not paying you back?"

"Muffin, I don't give gifts usually, just take the place. All the paper work is in that filing cabinet and both your computers are linked by a LAN. The connection to the net is cause to sing about as well!"

Lorne dramatically shooed Angel's hand away. "Tish Angel cakes! You'd do the same for me if I was destitute... Oh wait, no you didn't, I had to force myself upon you!" Angel's smile fell to seriousness. "Well it looks like I'll have to be the gracious giver in this relationship!" Lorne gave Angel a quick kiss on the forehead; he walked to Spike who was still guarding the window seat with his life. "Speak to you soon Percy Platinum!"

And with that, Lorne was gone. Spike spoke up. "Phone works, internet is connected by DSL, all we need now is to see the bed."

Angel was dragging the luggage to the elevator. "What? Why?"

Spike grinned and marched over to him. "Cos I wanna fuck!" Angel laughed.

THE END

This has been an ~ Anony Mouse the 7th ~ Spangel Production. The story of our boys and their new office will continue in further fics.