*****

Angel remembered his last dying moment. As he pulled himself - a living human body, from the floor - he remembered his death. He looked over at Wesley, who was holding the scroll of Aberjian in his hands. Angel understood now - he comprehended how he'd come back. How once again life filled his veins. He was human now - part of the living - alive! And with that knowledge, Angel wept.

Angel's last memory was of his death as a vampire. He could picture it so clearly in his mind. That underground chamber, where he had been chained, spread-eagle. The butler - who Angel automatically nicknamed Jeeves - had told him of his final challenge. He would give his life for Darla. Angel had been in so much pain at the time. There was internal bleeding and he spat blood, his flesh burned from holy water and crosses, and he was just so damn tired. He had watched with growing horror, as his mind finally comprehended the sight before him. A wall filled with sharp stakes, pointed directly at him. Angel had understood his fate then and apart of him didn't really care. His body ached, his mind and soul just wanted to rest. The world had become a place of confusion and untold agony to him. There were so many deeds, feelings, and events he couldn't grasp, and that brought him so much suffering, that his soul constantly screamed inside him. Darla was one of those events. Darla was the reason he was here - to save her life. To give her the second chance the powers had denied her. So what if he died, he would have peace and be able to rest forever.

Jeeves had informed him about the test, had asked him why he was willing to give his life. Angel had answered, but now his words were forgotten and distant. He remembered one line though: "I die, Darla lives", and that had been enough. He could go to his death happy with that knowledge. Jeeves had asked for his permission to proceed, his permission to let himself die. He had given it freely. He had taken a deep breath - remembered the living human he was doing this for - and said the words: "Do it."

The next second Angel had known oblivion. He had a vague memory of the stakes hurtling towards him. He distantly remembered how his body had turned to dust. Then there had been nothing. Not heaven or hell - but just black emptiness. It was like he was waiting for something. A part of his being had known time had passed, how long he didn't know. Suddenly, however, there had been this bright light, so bright and yet it did not hurt his eyes. Well, if the soul had eyes - he was sure about that. He had gone towards the light, and had been filled with a purity of being, he had... A pulling had started then, like black hands tugging him away from the light. Angel thought he might have screamed and begged to be released - to finally go into that light of salvation. He wanted the peace and contentment it offered. The hands had been too persistent, and no matter how hard he tried, they pulled him back. Faster and faster he had been pulled kicking and screaming from the light, and he had come to understand that he had lost his salvation.

The next sensation Angel knew was one of coldness. His body ached in every limb, he was so tried, and each breath his lungs forced him to take, burned inside. He opened his eyes, and before him was a man holding a scroll. He had comprehended then, and remembered who and what he had been. He realised they had brought him back, they had used the Scroll of Aberjian, and had resurrected him as human.

He couldn't speak as his friends covered his naked body with a blanket. Cordelia soothed him gently, running her hands through his thick, damp hair. They welcomed him back, but Angel didn't really listen. The only thought going though his mind was why? Why did they bring him back? Why did they drag him away from the light? Why did he have to return to a world full of suffering and injustice? He had wept, his friends taking them as tears of joy, but in truth, they were tears of the greatest sorrow - a sorrow of heaven denied.

The next few days were a blur to Angel. He had to learn how to be a human again, and all the little inconveniences that went with his new body. During that time, he grew to hate the Hyperion. His rooms were always cold and unfriendly. He felt cut of from the rest of the living world. It was hard to readjust, but he was learning. Also, he had discovered what had become of Darla. She had tried to go out into the world and live. Live those last few months she had to the fullest. In the end though, life was denied her. Shortly after Angel's death, Lindsay had kidnapped her from the Hyperion and saved her life the only way he knew how. He had found Drusilla in Brazil, flown her back to LA, and used her dark gift to give Darla a new life.

For days Angel wept. Not even his friends could console him. The whole reason - the gift of his death - was worthless. He had given his life for nothing. His soul, his work for redemption, his self-sacrifice was for nothing. Useless. Unwanted. Unforgiving.

Sunnydale:

It was peaceful that night. Buffy had completed her patrol and hadn't come across any new foes. She had dusted a couple of vamps, but nothing more. So there was no one around to witness the event. Inside the old burned out High School, inside what was once the library; the Hellmouth groaned.

Something deep inside the mouth to hell awakened, and crawled to the surface. With a spell it had been called forth, and it knew that the Hellmouth would open its jaws and spit it out into the real world. With a burning sensation, the entity was thrown out of the maw of Hell, and into the dark, cold night. With its exit, a form was created. It had body and it rejoiced. It screamed into the night! No one heard, but the sound of its own voice was a pleasure to its new ears.

The newly formed creature stretched its refined limbs; it was a body the creature had known for 247 years. A body of a man named Liam. The creature - Angelus - the demon that now inhabited this body, laughed at his liberty. He was freed from hell, liberated in the body he'd loved for centuries, untied from that constraining soul. Unchained to dominate the world. First however, he was hungry and it had been years since his last adequate feed.

Angelus hunted that night, taking whatever he wanted food, sex, and depravity. It was nearing dawn when the ancient demon found himself in the old cemetery. He remembered the last time he was here. Taunting Buffy, laughing at Buffy, watching Buffy, and then going home to tease his childer some more. When he considered his actions, he found them unreasonable and wanting. He'd been so angry at the soul, so furious at how this human girl had made him feel emotions that he'd denied all of his demon existence. So infuriated that she had taken something of so much importance from him. Feelings that were a weakness to him, so he'd lashed out at those closest to him. Drusilla and his favourite childe, Will. He'd used their nearly human emotions against them. Teased Drusilla mercilessly and then cruelly ignored his favoured childe. His Will, whom he'd left in that fucking wheelchair. He'd been so livid with his childe for getting himself into that situation, for failing before the slayer. He should have healed him, fucked him every night and told him he was still the most important thing in his life, but he didn't.

Angelus had denied and turned his back on his childe, his boy. He'd forgotten about all the times they had fought, argued, hunted and fucked together. They hated each other with intensity, and yet, at the same time loved each other with that same intense passion. His soul had destroyed that union; it had taken him from home and family. Angelus was alone for the first time ever, and he didn't like it.

As Angelus hunted through this familiar cemetery, he found himself following a familiar scent. He wasn't quite sure that his nose had detected that scent correctly. Surely it couldn't be. He followed his nose deeper, into the older part of the cemetery, and found a decrepit crypt that looked lived in. Inside, he could hear noises... and talking. Angelus edged closer, listening intently. He realized it was the sound of a television, issuing soft moans, grunting and disgusting words. He laughed softly, his nose has been correct.

With the grandeur befitting his status, Angelus flung open the crypt doors and peered inside. Nothing? He growled when he found the crypt empty, and yet those sounds still continued. He walked deeper inside and recognised that the crypt was supported by a large underground chamber. He quietly crept down into that secret place and finally spotted his prey - a blond haired vampire who was sprawled in a winged chair, watching some porno movie, and roughly rubbing his crotch. Angelus grinned, knowing his Childe' taste and need for the more baser pleasures. Will - Spike - as he now called himself, who had begged to lie in his or Dru's bed every night. Who wanted to be touched, comforted, and fucked raw every night. Ah, nothing changes, Angelus thought pleasantly.

Angelus knew what it meant to be denied sexual pleasures. That fucking soul never allowed himself one single one-night stand, or a quick blowjob. The only action the bloody soul had had was with the virgin Slayer. Then it had had been a disgustingly sweet, gentle loving. Nothing like what Angelus experienced or wanted. He liked a hard, cool vampire body around him. A body he could force, beat, fuck, rape, and feed on all he wanted. A body he could perform all those kinky things with that made sex worth while. A body like Spike's.

"Whatcha want poof?" Spike's rough voice shouted at him. Angelus' childe did not turn away from his show, and continued to stroke himself.

His disrespect instantly insulted Angelus' self importance and he growled: "Is this how you greet your Sire, Childe."

"You ain't my fucking Sire, Angel. Why don't you go sniff around the Slayer, angst about how you can't fuck her, but leave me the hell alone!"

"Show the proper respect, Childe. I will beat it into you if not."

"Bloody hell, ya stupid wanker. You are not my Sire! I sure as hell won't..." Spike turned around in his chair, facing the enraged demon. His ice blue eyes widened a moment, as he looked Angelus over. He stared at the strong body, once again encased in tight leather, and gaped at the long brown hair tied back away from his face. "Angelus?" Spike whispered, astonished.

Surely it couldn't be, Spike thought desperately. Yet, the demon before him looked and even smelled like the Sire - the Angelus - he had known. This one didn't carry with him the smell of despair as the soul did. This one smelled of fresh blood, fresh sex, and best of all - fresh death.

"Angelus," Spike groaned. Oh fuck! He finally realised that by whatever force of magic, his Sire had returned, whole and without a soul. And he'd not shown the proper respect. That was sure to earn him some punishment.

"Oh, Shit!"

Angelus's POV:

Spike, my favoured childe, slowly arises from his chair. He knows what's coming. He knows I'll have to punish him for his disrespect. His wide eyes stare at me, taking in the leather, the smell of blood and the long hair. It was a pleasure to have that back again. That bastard Angel had cut it off in a fit of depression nearly 80 years ago. I liked it long, and now it distinguishes me from my ensoul-ed counterpart.

"Sire?" Spike breaths again. This time a sound of awe in his voice. "How? The slayer... the poof shagged the slayer again."

He sounds panicked, almost desperate for some reason. Does he think I'll kill him for betraying me? I know it was him who sided with the Slayer when I tried to open Acathla. I know he betrayed me. Truth is, I've had a lot of time to think about that - Time in hell and being imprisoned by Angel. It was a stupid plan, to rid the world of humans and all the fun you can have from fucking with them - figuratively and literally speaking. I've forgiven Spike his trespasses, and I won't be sucking the world into hell anytime soon. I don't think.

"No, Angel did not have a moment of true happiness with the Slayer, however incomprehensible that is. Actually the stupid little fuck went and got himself dusted." There is a flash of something across Spike's face. I would have sworn it was pain? Strange. "He sacrificed himself for my bitch of a sire, Darla."

"Huh?" I watch a moment as Spike's long elegant fingers nervously reach for a cigarette and lights it up. He brings it to his sculptured lips and takes a long drag, trying to calm his frayed nerves.

"You ever heard of Wolfram and Hart?" Spike nods his head, so I don't expand. "They brought Darla back, human I might add. They used her to send my poor little soul over the edge, and boy did he fall for it. Soul boy didn't know which way was up in the end. Then the little bitch falls apart! Being human she has a soul. She discovers she's dying and the stupid prick goes out and saves her. He sacrificed my fucking body to give her a second chance!" I hadn't realised I was shouting, nor the fact I'm inches away from Spike's face, having backed him into a corner. Hmm... Good position.

"So how are you 'ere?" Spike chokes out.

"Hmm... I don't know that, the Hellmouth disgorged me out earlier this evening. Whole, in my own body. A body you remember, don't you boy?" I whisper the last part, leaning closer to Spike's face. He's really quite beautiful. I know now why I pulled him away from Drusilla at that last moment. It was lucky I followed her into that barn and had this beauty myself. She was quite annoyed, but in the end I shared, just to keep the peace really, and to keep Darla off my back.

"What ya going to do?" whispers Spike, even more anxious. He's thinking a long drawn out punishment of some kind might be in his cards. Even death. Still, I've gotten over my anger with him. But he does need a little reprimanding for not showing me the proper respect earlier.

"I should kill you for betraying me, boy," I whisper into his ear. He swallows fearfully, but there is a new smell arising from my Childe. Arousal. Ye gods, I remember now why I just love fucking him. He loves violence, the hunt, the kill, and the blood. He used to beg me to tie him to the bed, fuck him raw, beat him black and blue. He'd scream in pleasure and pain, as they all rolled into one perfect moment of ecstasy. Oh yes, I know my boy well. I know him because he's just like me, except a little more impatient. Oh, and unlike me, he's in really deep shit.

"Except I don't think I can fuck you dead," I murmur, as I lick down his throat. I can't smell *my* blood under his skin. I used to smell my gift to him flowing through his veins, all the time. He'd always smell of me, my blood, my skin and my cum.

"What?" he yelps.

I pull away slightly, and look into lusty, blue, dilated eyes. "You need reclaiming, boy. That fuck let you wonder loose for far too long. You need to know who your master is."

"You're not my fucking master, Angelus," Spike snaps, shoving me away. "I'm not your little fledging anymore. I'm a master vampire; I'm in control..."

"In control of what? Following the slayer around like a lost, neutered dog?"

"You know?" he asks, taken aback.

"Of course I know!" I take him into my arms, but he's stiff and unresisting. As though all the fight has gone from his body, with my mention of the chip. "I know everything the soul did. He came here, saw you tied up at the Watcher's, but did nothing to help. He left you defenceless. He did nothing..."

Suddenly Spike shoves me away, more forcibly this time. He's grown strong in the last century. I fall back against a broken cabinet, my weight snapping it in two, and I crash to the ground.

"You fucker!" he shrieks. "You self conceited wanker. You did just the bloody same. Three years ago you left me in that bloody wheelchair. You could have given me your blood; you could have healed me. You did nothing! You didn't give me anything - not blood and not yourself!"

Spike's weight and force of his anger hits me like a fright train. I did ignore him last time; I was angry, furious at what the soul had done to me. I've learned since then, gained my sanity if you like. Spike's punches are hard and true. His fists connect with my stomach and face, cutting skin and bringing blood to the surface. For a moment, I let him, but then rise up, grabbing his flailing arms and pushing him back. In one fluid motion, I have him on his back, his arms secured above him by a strong hand, and my body holding him still.

"You feel so good," I murmur, unable to control my desires being this connected with him. He feels my growling arousal pressing into his thigh. With my loose hand, I bring a sharp nail to my throat and make an incision. Spike's eyes widen in amazement, and to his shock I say the words he never expected to hear again.

"Drink Childe. Drink of your Sire and be one with me. Be strong." Before I finish the last syllable, my Childe' mouth is attached to the bleeding wound. He sucks harshly and frantically, as if he's never fed before. I know, from being imprisoned by the soul, what it is like being denied to feed from the living or even a vampire. For a vampire, the prohibition of such an act is like a living death. Drinking blood from a mug never carries the same sensation as taking it directly from a vein.

As Spike drinks, I let go of his arms and they wrap around my head and neck, holding me closer. With both free hands, I divest Spike of his clothing, tearing his jeans when I can't get them down his legs. Then I unzip my leather pants and free my aching cock. It's been so long since I've had Spike's ass. Too long. I part his pale thin, but muscular legs, opening him to me and plunge inside.

Spike screams, tearing his mouth away from my neck, as I thrust into his tight hole. I think he's only just realised what I've been doing. He was lost in the feeding and concentrating solely on that. I plunder his tight ass with force, revelling in the smell and feel of his cool blood lubricating his dry passage. When he manages to control the pain, he returns back to my throat, once again sinking his fangs in, and sucks desperately at my dark gift.

"Mine!" I scream, as my orgasm overtakes my body. My hand grasps his hair and I yank his head to the side. With a loud, claiming snarl, I dive for his throat, my fangs carelessly ripping open his jugular, and I lap at his blood. At last, he tastes of me again!

*****
Part 2:

Spike's POV:

I awake to the sound of screaming. A woman's voice crying out, and begging for mercy. If that's my sire doing the torturing - she'll have none. Begging only increases his determination. The smell of vampire blood assaults my nose and I know who the female is - Harmony.

I pull myself up, my throat and ass still throbbing from my Sire's rough handling. Bastard always gets the upper hand. He knows how to control and use everyone. Me, especially. Although, I can't complain, I did get sire's blood for the first time in over a century. Fucking powerful stuff that. I almost feel like my old self again. Almost - I've still got the bloody chip! I look around my underground room, but Angelus and Harmony are no where to be seen. They must be above.

I hobble over to my clothes chest, pull out another pair of black jeans and pull them on. My ass stings with the contact of the rough, rigid material. Fucker must have torn me a new asshole. Angelus was never one for thinking about using lubricant. He likes the feel and smell of blood too much for that consideration. I wipe my dried cum from my chest with the ruined T-shirt and pull on another matching one. With a sore ass, I make my way upstairs to see my Sire at work.

Angelus was always so pernicious about his torturing. In the end, the bodies would be unrecognisable. That's where he got his fun. The end result of his endeavours was a wondrous sight for him. I arrive upstairs to find Angelus crouched over Harmony's disemboweled body. He's done it just right so she's still alive. Soon she'll turn to dust from the blood loss. Harmony is still aware enough to recognise me as I approach.

"Spike..." she moans in a broken voice.

Angelus laughs, "Are you going to help her, Spikey? Go against your Sire?" His blood spattered face turns to face me. He's deep in game face, beautiful, golden eyes staring into mine.

"No, Sire," I reply, submissively.

With Angelus you always make sure you answer a direct question. He abhors being ignored. It's easier just to answer him and get out of the verbal abuse. I know I'm the big bad, but Angelus has such a way with cruel words that he can easily break through my defences. Darla used to say that Angelus could bring his victims to their knees with just his words. He could make them beg for death, for release. I witnessed it many times during the short time we were together. I suffered it myself, so I make sure to avoid it as much as possible.

"She says she was your lover, Will," he states, looking down at the girl's broken body. "She's far from what you'd usually choose. Given the choice, Spike - who would you fuck, her or me?"

"You, Sire," I answer truthfully. Harmony's eyes widen in amazement and Angelus delivers his final blow. His strong fist crushes her rib cage, destroying the heart inside. In seconds, all that remains of her is dust.

He's not surprised I've chosen him. Even though he's a complete psychopath, Angelus is still the most accomplished lover I've ever had. He's a complete slut - or whatever the male equivalent is. He'd fuck anything that moved back in the day, still would from the smell of it. I can smell Harmony's fluids upon him. Angelus stands up and brushes the dust from his leather jeans. He's not wearing a shirt, and his muscles flex with each movement. Angelus is also a damn fine looking man - well, vampire.

I don't know how Angelus is back or why. At this moment, I don't know if I want to kill him or fuck him. This bloody chip has messed up my whole life. The only reason I'm not fighting Angelus right now is because he gave me his blood. If not I'd be staking him. That offer confused me. I mean, why did he feed me now, when he wouldn't before? I was in that fucking wheelchair for months and he didn't do a thing to help me. Why is helping me now? What's he up to?

Angelus moves slyly over to me and wraps strong arms around my waist. He's warm from a recent kill, and the smell of pain sticks to his skin.

"You're wondering what I'm up to, aren't you, Spike?" he murmurs into my throat. His rough tongue licks the line of the jugular and he nips with blunt teeth.

"I'm wondering if you'll be sending the world into hell again, mate... err Sire," I quickly correct myself. Getting him pissed off won't get any information from him, but would most likely lead to another dry fucking.

"You don't trust me, do you Childe?" he questions, chuckling softly in the back of his throat.

Yeah, about as far as I could bloody kick you, mate. I don't say what I'm thinking, but smile lightly. "You have been known to be a little rash, Sire."

Angelus laughs even more, licking my throat in-between chuckles. "I won't send the world into hell again, lover. I've learned that little lesson. I like these...err happy meals... walking around. Anyhow, I can rule them without having to bring in the hell demons."

Gods, what is it with him and world domination. Can't he be happy with a good kill and a mind-blowing fuck after? Still, I wonder. If he needs a lieutenant, I won't be much help with a chip. This situation could work to my advantage, then when I get the chip out - I kill him. Yeah, great plan.

"I will need you whole, Spike." His hand runs through my hair, caressing my skull. Oh yeah, great fucking plan.

Angel's POV:

It's been a whole week since I came back. To me it feels like an eternity. An eternity of misery and suffering. For days I've been a walking zombie. I don't want to feel, or speak, or do anything. I don't sleep because every time I close my eyes I see that bright light. I see the light that promised me salvation. But I never reached it.

No, I got screwed again. They denied me peace *again*. All my fucking soul-ed existence I have been screwed. I lived with the grief for a hundred years, suffering every second for what Angelus did. Then I fell for the girl of my dreams, and finally, *finally* I thought that maybe I deserved a little happiness. Yeah, right. I got happy, Angelus was freed and I was condemned to the ether. I think that light was there again, but I can't really remember. The next thing I knew, I was standing before the portal to hell and my beloved girlfriend stuck a sword through my gut. Then I spent centuries of mental and physical torture in hell, only to be returned back to the real world to become the Power's warrior.

I thought I was on the right road. I believed I was working for redemption. Then Darla comes along. I saved her even though the price was high, but my sacrifice wasn't worth shit. She still died, and ended up being turned back into what she was - a vampire. That soul I grew to know is dead and gone. I died for no reason.

Cordelia has been talking about getting me a psychiatrist. Talking over my problems. Yeah, I can just imagine that. Talking over what my vampire self did for a hundred and fifty years, how many people I knew in hell, and did he know that the afterlife really exists? I'd be in a straight jacket, lying in a padded cell, before you could blink an eye.

To end the debate about my mental health, I've decided to go on vacation. I told them I'm going to Vegas like Gunn suggested to have some fun. They like the idea, and offer words of encouragement as I pack the car. The truth is I have no intension of going to Las Vegas. For some reason, I need to go to Sunnydale. I don't tell them, because it will lead to more angst and questions. I don't believe I'm going to see Buffy. I don't know why. I'm just drawn there for some reason. It's like someone is waiting for me, and I have to go.

Spike's POV:

It takes Angelus two days! Two days to find a way around my chip! He brought in this sorcerer he met a couple of hundred years ago, he does a quick spell, fries the little piece of technology into nothing, and I'm fucking free. Yes! Spike is out on the rampage again. Free to kill whomever he wants. The only problem with having Angelus helping me is that he wants repayment. Bastard never did anything for nothing. Consequently, I owe him. I don't like it, but he's freed me from the chip. So I guess I can stand him a little while longer. Well, until I get the opportunity to kill him that is.

Although, with the return of the saner version of Angelus, I never go wanting for physical release. Every night and morning is he raring to go. We suck, fuck, rut, kiss and I'm reluctant to give up his attentions. As I've said Angelus has a splendid body, great for fucking. Unfortunately the bastard can never give me everything I want. Angelus can't love. He'll never bend over either and invite me into that dark, tight place of his. Prick!

He'll want, need, take, have, but he'll give little in return. He gives (most of) his body, his blood, but never gives his heart or mind. I'll never touch those things in my Sire. Not like I did with Dru before she left me. Shit, I won't sulk over Angelus. I won't remember what I've lost.

Now, I have to think about revenge. On the Slayer and her little slayer pillocks. That will take my mind off my needs. A good spot of pure violence and blood sport will take your mind of whatever ails ya. That's what I'm doing now. I've talked to Angelus - in-between him shagging me - and we have agreed to use my chip to its full advantage. The Scooby's don't know it's been fried, they'll think I'm still harmless little Spike, who'll run and bring them back a bone. This is going to be so much fun. Fun which I haven't had in months. The last time was torturing Angel. Damn, I get hard just thinking about his luscious body stretched from chains in the ceiling. His body that hung taut and open, ready for me to eat him up. Pity, I didn't take advantage. Wait... Hold it... Angel's luscious body? Nah, I was just wishing it was Angelus I was torturing, that's all. I hate that soul-ed prick - Angel.

It's just after dusk and I make my way to interrupt the early evening Scooby meeting. They'll think I'm after blood or begging money. Then I'll invite Angelus in and we'll have ourselves a little blood fest. However, I might just torture them a little first, I've just killed three mortals tonight already, and I'm feeling a little bloated.

"What's hap...pen...ing...?" What the fuck?

I can't believe the sight I behold as I enter the watcher's house. The only two people here are Giles and... and... Well, it can't be... I think... its Angel! I take a deep breath and listen hard. Blood pumping, two heartbeats... Fuck! It's an alive Angel. Living breathing Angel! Angel is standing in this room, talking to Giles. Living... *human* Angel!

"Angel?" I choke out. Bloody hell, what's wrong with me? I feel like... like crying. "Angel?"

I have to touch him. He's staring at me with wide eyes - wide human eyes. His skin looks so warm, so soft. He's so full of living human blood. His heart beats strongly, and it's like a drum pounding inside my head. He smells so sweet. So tasty.

"What the fuck is happening!?" I yell.

"Spike, what are you doing here?" Giles asks angrily.

Angel doesn't say a word. He just studies me. Doing that whole human stuff off breathing in and out... wow! His chest... it's so... erotic...

"How the hell are there two..." Shit! I nearly said it! "Two...err... pillocks standing around in here?" Damn, I sound like a right idiot.

"Spike, are you drunk again?" scolds Giles.

I give him a small grin. If they think I'm drunk they won't wonder about what I said. "Sure mate, just wondering if you have more money about?" I slur. I might act a little drunk, but I can't take my eyes of Angel. He's just so juicy looking. All solid human flesh, warm human blood pounding under that tanned skin.

"No, Spike. I don't have any money, now go back to your crypt and sleep it off." Giles shoves me unceremoniously out of the door and slams it behind me.

I think I might be going into shock. That was *Angel* in Giles house. Living breathing Angel. Angel with the same body as my bastard Sire. How the hell does that work, surely there can't be two of them? Although one is certainly human and the other most positively vampire. What the hell is happening?

I don't leave the Watcher' house. I observe them from the window. I can't hear what they are talking about; I just have to watch Angel. He's so different from Angelus. Everything is different. The way he moves, speaks, and even holds himself. He has this little nervous action I've never seen before. Every now and then he'll worry his thumbnail with his teeth. Gods, he looks so... so cute.

"Spike!"

Damn it! I almost jump out of my skin when Angelus calls my name. I turn towards him and just stare shocked a moment at him. I look back inside the Watcher's house. Angel is still there - still human. Before me is Angelus - still vampire and very much separate from his soul.

"You... You..." I stutter.

"Spike, what the fuck are you doing? We're supposed to be slaughtering the Slayer bitch and her do-gooders. What..."

Angelus's POV:

My fucking Childe is useless! You get the chip out for him and what does he do? Well, he messes my friggin' plan up! He's supposed to be inside the Watcher's house, getting ready for my arrival. Instead, I find him standing outside, staring in through the window.

"Angelus, shut the fuck up! Look!" Spike hisses at me. My eyes flash golden at his disobedience, he's heading for a good bout of torturing. I haven't reintroduced him to that pleasure, yet. He's annoying me just enough to... to...

"What the hell?"

Inside the Watcher' house stands me! Me - my body. No... wait a moment. This body is alive. Even at this distance I can tell that. He's tanned and flushed from his anger and pain. I can smell that from here. Strangely, I can also smell my Childe' arousal. I give him a quick look. He's almost drooling at the sight of that human body who looks like me - my twin in fact. His eyes take in every aspect, every curve of that living human male. I've never known my Childe ever to be this interested in another man. He accepts me because I am his Sire and he has to obey. He's never got himself another male lover, human or vampire. This male seems to have caught my Childe's full attention. Yet, it's a strange response. He's got the same body as me, the same face, but Spike doesn't pant after me like that.

I growl warningly to get his attention. "Who is it?" I ask.

"It's you... Well, not you you - but your body. I think... I think its Angel. He looked at me and I know he recognised me," Spike babbles.

"So, Angel lives. He looks like me," I observe. Inside, Angel and Giles seem to be having a heated discussion.

"Well, duh. Whatever brought you back brought Angel too," my childe comments.

His assumption sounds reasonable. I have to wonder if I had been returned to earth by some spell. Maybe they brought me back the same way as Darla, yet different. Or something went wrong. It brought both Angel and me. Me vampire - him human. Now that opens up a whole new world of possibilities. I have my soul-ed half - in a mortal body - just begging for the picking. Angel who kept me imprisoned for over a century. The soul that sent me to the edge of insanity and back because of his overwhelming, stupid guilt. The soul I could easily kill this moment.

"Spike, the plan still holds. This time, however, we have something more interesting and pleasing to kill."

I jump up and head over to the door. Unexpectedly, the solid weight of my Childe impacts on my back, sending us both sprawling to the ground. He kicks, punches and bites, with all his strength, but its not enough against his older, wiser Sire. With a good manoeuvre, which Spike never saw coming, I have him on his back with his arms twisted painfully under him. I loam over him, fangs dripping saliva with my craving to bite him. Spike is one tasty morsel, full of anger, pain and feeling. He's so easy to arouse, to anger, to get the blood pumping and becomes so ripe to fuck. Our little tussle has made us as hard as steel.

"You're not killing him," Spike growls into my face. His own eyes flashing golden as he bares his fangs.

Then it hits me. "You want him!" I laugh, falling away from my Childe. I can't believe it! Angel more than interests Spike, he turns him on. No wonder Spike hates him. Spike's always had this problem fucking a man, then he hungers after one - and not in the feeding sense either. It's laughable really. The mighty Spike, the big bad, lusting after a human soul. I realise then that hard-on wasn't for me, but that warm-blooded version. A sudden surge of jealously runs through my body.

"You want to fuck him, don't you Spike? You want that living-breathing version of me, or is it the soul you want?"

Spike doesn't speak; he sits up and just glares at me. I know I'm right. I always am. I also have a new plan.

"You want to hurt the Slayer, Spike?"

"Yeah," he answers cautiously.

"Well then, follow me." I stand up, brushing the grass from my clothing and approach the Watcher's door. Spike is a little confused, but then jumps up and follows me.

"What are planning, Angelus?" he asks guardedly. He doesn't trust me, well; no one in his or her right minds should trust me.

"You want to taste the wares and I want to hurt the slayer, what better way than to kidnap Angel. She's sure to start with the crying and falling apart routine. Then she'll come looking for him, stupidly running into my hands and then I'll kill her once and for all."

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Part 3:

Spike's POV:

My Sire is bloody insane. I knew he'd get obsessed with the slayer again. Everything has to be about her! Still, it's not a bad plan and at this moment, I don't want him to kill human Angel. I don't want him like Angelus thinks I do. I just want to... I just want... Enough with the bloody thinking!

"Okay, we do this your way, but don't go killing Angel or I swear I'll kill you."

I stalk past my grinning Sire, and push the Watcher's door open. Inside both Angel and Giles are arguing in some heated debate. Angel's face has a slight flush, and his body smells of anger and warmed blood. He smells even better than he looks. I've just got to have a taste of him. With the sudden interruption both Angel and Giles turn in our direction.

"Spike, I told you to sleep it off! I don't have... Oh, God!"

The Watcher's face is a picture. I swear you could see the colour draining right out of his features.

"Hello again, Rupert." Angelus steps forward into the light of the room. Neither Giles nor Angel can believe their eyes. I hear Giles' heart skip a beat and he takes a step back. "He isn't happy to see me, Spike," comments Angelus with a smirk.

I bet he isn't, not after the long, painful torture Giles suffered at the hands of Angelus last time. Giles rubs the two fingers on his hand that Angelus broke automatically. They've given him trouble ever since.

"Angelus," murmurs Angel. His brown eyes wide and his bottom lip trembles with fear. No, not fear - expectation. Angel doesn't fear Angelus; he's surprised but not afraid. I want to know why? Even I have a little fear for Angelus. I know what the demon is capable off, just like Angel does. Angel moves in front of Giles, and stares directly at the vampire that once inhabited his body.

"What do you want, Angelus?" he questions. His voice strong and unwavering.

"Now there's a loaded question," Angelus laughs. "There are so many answers to that. What do I want? I want to bathe in hot blood, I want to bring nations to their knees, and I want power beyond your comprehension. I don't reckon I'll get those things, but what I want right now is to kill you."

"I'm right here," Angel answers. He tilts his head in a provocative manner, exposing his throbbing jugular vein. "Kill me," Angel commands Angelus.

I watch Angel's body language. I take in how his body doesn't shake, how he doesn't smell of fear. He wants this! He wants Angelus to kill him.

"No!" I shout, unable to keep silent. "Angelus, you promised me!" Fuck it! I am so disgustingly weak.

Contrary to everyone else's beliefs I don't want Angel dead. This soul - this now living human - is so full of layers, little quirks that could interest me for centuries. It's amazing how over the years, the way he changes. One moment he's trying to sacrifice himself so Dru doesn't grow strong from the ritual we performed, then he fights for his lady love, later he leaves said love to wallow again in grief for his past deeds. A soul that felt responsible for things he never did. And then you see flashes of someone else - maybe the original person - the one named Liam. You see his fire, his quick wit, his determination, and his seduction. I think I fell for that seductive part of Angel. Also I've always wondered what it would be like to make love to someone. I've never done that. On daytime TV it's supposed to be the ultimate thing. I know Angelus would never make love. He fucks, ruts or screws, but nothing with gentleness or consideration. I've thought about making love like that to the slayer, and strangely another male - Angel.

Angelus turns to me and gives me a large fanged filled grin. "I have no desire to kill him, Childe. I was talking about the Watcher. What a perfect message for me to leave for my beloved, Buff."

With a single leap, Angelus knocks Angel to the floor, and lands on the Watcher's chest. He screams as his rib cages caves in from the brutality of Angelus blow. Angel jumps up from the floor and dives on top of Angelus. They struggle for a moment, but Angelus throws him easily. Angel is after all only human now, and Angelus is a 250-year-old vampire.

I notice that none of them have thought about me standing here. Both Giles and Angel still believe I'm helpless. Unable to touch their human skins. Well, that's were they're wrong. As Angel picks himself of the floor, and attacks Angelus again, I fly at his throat. He gives a loud yell off surprise as my fangs enter his warm skin. His hands desperately try and push me off, but I cling to him, crushing him to my own body. He feels so warm, so hard. My hands grasp his short hair, pulling his head back roughly. He cries out again as his neck clicks, and he finally sinks into unconsciousness.

It's so damn hard to stop myself feeding. He tastes so good on my tongue. So warm. So alive. But so sad. A great weight rests on his shoulders. A great sorrow that wears down his soul. Bloody hell, I've got to stop thinking about him, or I'll be sprouting bloody poetry soon! Now, back to the job at hand.

While I dealt with Angel, my Sire has restrained the Watcher. Giles watches us with wide, frightened eyes, but he doesn't say a word. He's like that all the time we torture him too. Not a word. While we drained him dry, leaving his broken, deformed body on the floor for the slayer to find, he never made a sound. You have to respect that courage. Or it could be because Angelus cut his tongue out to begin with. Hmmm... After finishing with the now dead Watcher, Angelus leaves a message written in his blood. Not very original though.

"I'm back!" He must think he's that bloody Arnold Swa...whatever... chap.

Angel's POV:

Slowly, the world comes back into painful focus. It's not a welcomed feeling, I'd much rather have stayed unconscious. Nevertheless, my body calls for necessities like food and the bathroom. Also it craves something to replace the blood Spike has taken from me. I had forgotten how painful being drained was. I open my eyes slowly to this new place. I didn't expect to find myself at Giles, and I presume he's dead. I can only grieve for him now. As the room comes into focus, to my horror I recognise my own bedroom back at the Hyperion in LA. The first thought was maybe it had never happened... well, I hope that it hasn't. I'm weak, in pain, and tied to the bed, so yes, it had happened. Angelus was free. Spike was un-chipped. Giles was now - well, I'm 100% sure he's dead now. Angelus would have left his body as a gift to Buffy, a message to say he was back to haunt her again.

I'm confused about why Angelus brought me back to the Hyperion. I'm assuming he knows everything I did up to my death. I've witnessed enough magic in my time to understand how spells can backfire in the most unusual and terrifying ways. I'm assuming this is one of them. Wesley used the scroll to bring me back, but at the same time, my guess is that it also brought my other demon half back - Angelus, in all his psychotic glory. I know that at this moment, I'm fragile and human, so easy to break and I'm assuming I that will be my ex-demon's next victim. I held him prisoner for over a century. There's no way he's going to leave me in peace after that.

I look around the room, noticing that the furniture has been moved around a little. Nothing is close to the bed, and my weapons have been cleared out of the room. Very slowly, since my head spins from blood loss, I try and sit up. To my surprise my wrists have been left unchained, and I carefully move my feet. Ah! Large chains are secured around my ankles, attaching me to the bedposts. There is no way this weak human body could ever break those chains; even my vampire one would have great difficulty.

I sigh and fall back as my head throbs, and my eyes dim. There is no escape, and I don't know what Angelus has in store for me... Suddenly, I hear a lock being turned, and the bedroom door opens.

Spike enters, carrying a large tray covered with a cloth. I notice he's dressed in his usual attire, smelling faintly of sex. Even with Human senses you can't miss it. I guess he's back with Angelus again. I know about their relationship. Angelus loves hard vampire bodies he can do almost anything with. Spike grins when he notices I'm awake, and sits down on the bed beside me. To my surprise he pulls back the cloth, and reveals a plate of food and some orange juice.

"Here, luv, drink this," Spike tells me, as he offers me the glass. He leans forward and slips his hand under my neck, helping me lift my pounding head. "It will help with the blood loss," he comments.

I stare into his large, pure blue eyes as he presses the glass to my lips. I hadn't realised I was so thirsty, and I drink all of the juice down. Spike smiles at me as I do, just as if he was feeding a child.

"Thanks," I mumble. When the glass is drained he puts it aside.

"There's some food as well," Spike tells me softly.

His voice is so strange; it's almost gentle. I've never heard Spike talk like this, especially to me. He puts a tray on my lap, and helps me to sit up. The world tilts a little and my ears buzz, but I remain upright. I guess he took quite a bit of blood. I wonder how long I've been unconscious - and what the hell has happened while I have been?

Spike retreats to the end of the bed, and just watches me while I eat. He doesn't seem interested in making conversation, which is good because I have no idea what to say to him. He is Angelus' childe, and I, Angel never really knew him. We were enemies; we didn't talk about day to day things.

The food is simple, toast, cheese, and fruit for dessert. I eat it all, because I need my strength to escape. After I've finished, Spike unchains my feet, and helps me to stand. It would have been a good opportunity to fight him, but I can't even stand on my own. My legs won't stop wobbling as I walk towards the bathroom, and I need his support just to stay upright. I've never felt as weak as this. I've never been this ill since my return. Spike leaves me while I attend to my business in the bathroom. Afterwards, I wash my face, and realise I must have slept a good day or more, as there is dark stubble on my cheeks and upper lip.

I leave the bathroom, once again in silence; Spike leads me back to the bed, and replaces the chains around my ankles. I try to speak to him, but Spike presses a long finger to my lips for silence. I can only stare into his ice blue eyes. They are so purely blue, so clear and bright. It was something I'd never noticed before. His finger feels cool on my warm lips and he lets it linger. Finally, he draws away, heaves a large sigh, and with rounded shoulders walks out of my room.

Something just happened here. I don't know what it was. I haven't a clue why I feel as I do. I feel as though Spike truly cared about me, and he acted concerned for my welfare. He had fed me, cleaned me, and then returned me to a comfortable bed. I felt as though he had wanted to care for me. No... It's a stupid feeling. Spike would never feel anything for me. He hates me. I took away his Sire, his Yoda - whatever that means.

I don't know how long I slept, but I awoke to feel a cool hand on my leg. It was a little alarming that my first hope was that it would be Spike touching me. I don't know if that thought frightened me or aroused me. No, I think in the end, it just shocked me. The hand on my leg is rough as it pushes up my trouser leg. I instantly opened my eyes, knowing it wouldn't be Spike.

"So you're awake," rumbles Angelus' voice in the darkness. With human vision I could only see a shadow amongst shadows. One shadow moved, and instantaneously a hand wrapped around my throat. "I've been wondering what it would be like to taste you," Angelus growls into my ear. He moves back slightly, and I stare into two golden, glowing eyes in the darkness.

"Kill me," I demand back. I don't know why the words just slipped out, but they did. I can't help it. A part of me wants to go back to that bright light. I can't see any reason why not to. That's what me and Giles were arguing about. My life, my death, Buffy, the reasons why I shouldn't be in her life, the reasons why I should live. I got so sick of those reasons. Now this creature could take that away. He hates me with a passion. "I imprisoned you for a century," I hiss, "take your revenge!"

There is silence for a long period, but suddenly Angelus speaks; "You were right, Spike." Angelus immediately moves away from my throat and looks over into the shadows. A light is switched on, but it takes a moment before my eyes adjust. Finally, I perceive Spike standing by the door. There's a sad look on his face.

"I told you he wants to die, Angelus. I knew you had to see it for yourself."

"Just fucking do it!" I scream. I can't take this shit! What the fuck are they doing? Demons' don't care about humans. They don't care about my life, how I feel! "Kill me; take your revenge... whatever, just fucking do it!" Tears are streaming down my face, as I can't hold back the tide any longer.

"Why, Luv? You're human; you could have a normal life, a family."

"No, I can't! I can't... I want to go back... I want the light... I want to be freed... Please... My life is worthless... just take it. Please!" I'm sobbing now. My body starts to tremble as the pain and sorrow overtakes me.

"You're not worthless, luv." Spike moves from the door, and sits by me on the bed. His cool hand brushes my damp hair from my forehead. His tender touch causes me to weep even more.

"He's angry at the Powers," Angelus rightly guesses. "They've screw him over all the time. Took his human life, returned his human soul into a demon's body. They made him remember my crimes. They took the only woman he's ever loved. They stole his soul, and left him stranded in the ether. They screwed with Darla's second chance."

"Yes!" I scream. "So just fucking end it. I know you want me dead, just finish it now!"

"You think we want revenge," Angelus replies with a laugh. "We do, but not on you. We've been screwed with too. Humans gave my Childe a chip, they banished me into the depths of my own body, and they denied you your redemption. The world has a lot to pay for, and now it's payback time."

"What?" I whisper. I'm surprised at the part where he's not thinking just for himself, but also I'm shocked that he cares about me being screwed over. Why should he? I mean he despised me, hated me because I was the soul who controlled his demon body, even though I sure as hell didn't want to be there.

"Do you want them to pay, Angel?" he whispers. He leans closer, pressing his body to Spike's back.

I can't answer. I don't know the answer; I don't know what I want anymore. I just want an end to this emptiness I feel. Spike presses his palm against my face and looks into my eyes.

"Can I have him, Sire?" Spike begs Angelus, changing the subject.

Huh? What?!

Spike's POV:

Angel's eyes widen at my request. The truth is, I need to have him. I need to know what he feels like under me. All that warm human flesh, all that pain and misery, all that hatred inside him. I want to taste his blood again. I want to flush him right out of my system.

"Spike, my boy, that's the best suggestion you've had all night. Something to get our minds off the problem." Angelus leans over Angel and presses his lips to the human's warm mouth. Angel gasps in disgust and shock, pulling back as far as his chains will let him.

Angelus moves from his spot behind me, one knee pressed onto the bed. He leans over and grasps Angel's hair. Angelus' mouth once again finds that warm human one, and he ravages with lips and teeth.

"No..." Angel moans. You can't believe how arousing two identical men are kissing each other. Well, not entirely identical. One is human, one is vampire. One has long hair, the other short. There are also differences in skin tone, strength and how they carry themselves. Angelus is all power and ego. Angel is guilt and suffering, but he has something Angelus could never grasp. He has the ability to love, to care, to really feel about something. I see all those emotions in his expressive eyes.

Angel's had enough of Angelus' ravishing of his mouth, and punches him hard in the stomach. Angelus falls back with a gasp and a look of gleeful surprise. I guess he didn't think Angel had the strength or will to fight back. Angel might want death, but he's surprisingly defensive with the self-preservation bit. He's fighting Angelus off, with every drop of strength. I think deep down inside he's just lacking direction, and really wants to live. I know how that feels. I felt that through my pathetic stage after the chip. It was so embarrassing, I nearly off-ed myself with a bloody stake.

Angelus laughs as he falls back on the bed from Angel's punch. Angel sits up, still looking a little queasy, and tries to grab at his ankle chains. Angelus nods at me, and I unfasten Angel's legs. He reminds still a moment, looking dazed as I release him. Then he's off the bed and trying to run to the door. He doesn't make it. He stumbles and trips, his legs still unable to fully support him. Angelus jumps off the bed, picks up Angel's human body, and throws him back on the mattress.

I lean forward and grasp his face with both hands. "Angel, you know this will happen. The only choice you have is who goes first. Angelus or me." His eyes look frantically back and forth between us. He understands what I mean about wanting him. He knows what my Sire and I did with our human pets. He recognises what's coming.

Angel looks resigned and finally answers, after a deep, weary sigh; "Spike."

With a howl of joy, I attack Angel's mouth with my own. He's so warm and soft against my hard, cold mouth. I can't understand why I want him like I do. I just need to touch him, just once. I've wondered for years what Angel - not my Sire Angelus - would be like to touch. How he would caress back? Would he be gentle or rough? Passionate or cold? Would he be as Angelus is, fast and furious or tender and deep?

"You know Angel, Spike really fancies you." Angelus laughs as he sprawls on the bed next to us. He gives me a wicked smirk, making me growl at him. Sometimes I hate how my Sire knows things. He knew I'd been wanted Angel ever since we were at the Watcher' s house. He'd worked out why I was hard, that it wasn't for him but his human self. I think there is a little jealously there also. I wonder for whom, Angel or me? Maybe I should work that angle. Well, not now because at this instant I want to shag Angelus' human half.

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