Lindsey's POV:

Stupid vampires! I stroke Angel's forehead, feeling his un-natural heat. He's burning up, his body raging inside. I don't know what malady he has, but I don't think he's got long. Angel told me the truth, yet, he wasn't afraid of what he said. I saw the truth in his face - he really doesn't care if he lives or dies. I take up the cloth Spike left, and start to wipe his sweaty forehead.

Beyond the doors of the bedroom, I can hear Spike screaming at Angelus. There're arguing about Angelus's stupid plans. I know they want to turn Angel, Spike is powerfully attracted to my one time nemesis. I saw it when he forced himself on Angel, when Angel didn't really fight back. He wanted Spike too. It's strange, but I've been trying for over two years to kill Angel, or bring Angelus back, but now, I don't want to lose him. I don't want this to be his final death. So I take action.

"Hey! Angelus, you bastard! What does it take to get some room service around here!!"

There's a snarl from behind the door, and seconds later, it's swung open with the force of a whirlwind, and there stands the dark prince himself. Angelus growls down at me, his golden eyes harsh and demanding.

"What the fuck do you want, Lindsey? You want to be used so soon?"

"No, I have an idea. About Angel," I reply, staring directly into his face. I'm scared out of my wits, but there's no way I'm letting him know that.

"What about Angel?" Spike's head pokes around from behind his Sire's broad form.

"You and Angel were brought back by the scroll of Aberjian, yes?" Angelus nods. "There are many spells, prophecies about the vampire with a soul in that script. If you knew where it was, maybe you could discover what is wrong with Angel. Also, with kidnapping, say Wesley, the others might just bring the Slayer here, to LA."

"Sire, we need the Witch here. If Buffy comes, the rest are sure to follow." Spike clutches his Sire's arm, begging him to listen. I don't care what they do to those people, I don't know them, and I just want to get out of this in one piece and Angel with me.

"Fine," Angelus snarls, furious at being ordered around. "You, human will care for Angel, anything happens to him; the same will happen to you. Spike! With me!"

The dark vampire storms from the room, with Spike following. For a moment, the blond turns, and gives me a wink and grin. I kinda like him, in a strange way. Yes, he's an evil and a bloodthirsty vampire, but he cares for Angel and that's all that matters.

~*~*~*~

"Lindsey? Spike... where is he?" Angel asks a couple of hours later. I had fallen asleep on his chest for a while, wrapping him in my arms, trying to cool him with my healthy skin.

"Angel! You're awake, how do you feel?" I lean up, and touch his forehead. Still far too warm. About an hour ago, his temperature started rising, and didn't stop. His eyes are glazed over and his lips dry. At least Spike had to good sense to leave us some water, so I lean over to bedside cabinet and grab the glass. I press it to Angel's lips, trying to get him to drink. He takes a swallow, but chokes on the second.

"No more," he moans, "I'm fine." His hand pushes me away, but it has no strength in it. He's wasting away so quickly, it's amazing. I've never seen illness grip anyone this fast.

I put the glass down and stroke his forehead with the cloth. He moans at my touch, and I kiss his lips. We both gasp with surprise at my action. I haven't a clue why I did it; I just wanted to touch him. Ease his pain. I kiss him again, this time his mouth opens and I taste his sweetness. I'm surprised that even with this strange malady, Angel's mouth tastes of chocolate and wine. Sweet and bitter at the same time. I stroke his teeth, caress his palette, and urge his tongue to play. He moans under me, kissing back with his full desire. Finally, the need to breathe breaks the kiss, and he pants with desperate breaths. I move to mouth his hot skin, lapping at his tender cheekbones. He groans under me, rubbing his naked body up towards mine.

I might be an well-educated man; been to the best private schools and university, but I've never kissed a man before. It's a unique sensation, one I seem to be enjoying, if my cock has anything to say about the matter. I kiss him again, enjoying the taste of his lips. I wonder if Angelus tastes like Angel, do they kiss the same, feel the same, or are they two totally different people?

"Well, well, does he taste good?"

Oh fuck!

I roll off Angel, and gasp as I notice Spike standing at the foot of the bed. He's grinning at me, wiping blood from his lips.

"Spike," Angel moans beside me.

The vampire grins and crawls onto the bed. He touches Angel so gently, stroking his way up muscled legs, over Angel's growing erection, finally gliding his hands over strong chest muscles. He flicks Angel's nipples, making him moan before leaning down and kissing the swollen lips. They kiss and rock together for a few moments, before Spike breaks away. He strokes Angel's forehead, making the human moan at the cool touch. Then he looks at me.

"I don't mind you kissing him, pet, but I swear if you fuck him, I'll rip your throat out."

"Have you found the scroll?" I ask Spike, changing the subject, but at the same time resting my hand on Angel's untouched nipple. He moans softly, as Spike starts playing with the other, so I do the same.

"Yep, the stupid watcher still had it. Hadn't reversed the invitation he gave Angel to his home either. Pillock!" Spike laughs, obviously remembering the fun he and his Sire must have had. "Don't worry, pet. He still lives; Angelus wants him to translate the scroll, just as you suggested."

Spike leans over and kisses Angel again, his mouth claiming his lover's. Then to my surprise he gives me a quick peck on the lips.

"Right then, Angelus wants him dressed and up. Help me."

I obey him, pulling Angel up from the bed, and helping him into some sweats and a T-shirt. His body is limp, and strangely light. Spike unchains both our ankles, but doesn't release us. He grabs a new pair of handcuffs and attaches us together. He doesn't have to. I won't leave Angel. Afterwards, Spike lifts Angel's human form into his arms, and carries him out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

When we arrive in the Lobby, I almost choke on the smell of fresh blood. I feel nauseated as Spike drags me into the centre of the Lobby, and gently lies Angel down on one off the large, red sofas. He kisses Angel's warm lips, stroking his hard chest. I don't understand Spike's deep attraction to Angel, when he has such a rocky relationship with Angelus. Obviously it isn't the body, the memories, that draws Spike to Angel, but the personality. I'm amazed that an evil, blood-sucking vampire would find that important.

I arrange myself behind Angel, on the couch, and hold him tightly to my chest. His breathing has started to wheeze, and his hitching breath frightens me. Angel rests his head on my shoulder, and holds tightly to my arm. I think he's finding the scene before us as horrifying as I am.

There are three people tied to chairs in the middle of the room. One is Wesley, and he's still in good shape, only bruises cover his face, and I assume the rest of his body. One of them is dead; I can see that perfectly well, the black guy...err... Gunn? Oh well, doesn't matter now, he's not going to complain if I've forgotten his name. I don't think I've ever seen a man with his ribcage on the outside. Lastly, is a girl that I don't recognise. She's got dark curly hair, small petite form, with dark eyes... that are currently sitting in Angelus's hand.

I swallow the bile, and turn my attention to Angel. He's pale, and trembles in my embrace.

"Wesley, Angel's come to see you," Angelus remarks, grabbing the watcher by the hair. He drags the bruised face up, and wet eyes find mine.

He recognises me, I know that, but he doesn't say anything. His gaze falls on Angel, and he moans in distress. He starts to cry, and moans, "Angel, I'm so sorry... so sorry."

Angelus laughs, lets Wesley's hair go and stalks towards us. I hold Angel tighter as Spike glares at his Sire. He grabs Angel's arm and drags him into his lap. I yelp, trying to hold my charge even tighter, but Spike takes my hand. He has this look on his face, wishing he could stop his Sire, but he can't. Wesley looks like he wants to yell, but knows he's just as powerless against Angelus as I am. He kisses his counterpart, running his hands down Angel's firm chest, to his sweats. Angel moans, his hands pressing against Angelus chest. He can't push him away; he isn't strong enough to resist. Angelus and slips down to my friend's butt, and he fingers the tiny, but torn hole. He finger fucks him until Angel moans in pain.

"Angelus!" Spike suddenly snaps, growling at his Sire. The bastard laughs and dumps Angel back into my arms. My friend collapses against me, his whole body wracked with pain. He gasps and chokes as I stroke his back, trying to calm the attack.

"He's dying," Angelus tells Wesley, "now tell him what we've found out." The vampire moves over to the reception desk and picks up the scroll of Aberjian.

"Angel, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have brought you back. I've..." the Watcher starts to weep, his body trembling in his bonds. "I've denied you heaven. The vampire with a soul will find his Shanshu; he will be redeemed in heaven and find his peace. You were to be reborn, and given a new life without the knowledge of the past. I took that; you can't ever go back, if you die now, then... then, you will bring about the beginning of the apocalypse."

Angel stiffens in my embrace, and stares at the man he once called friend. I look into my friend's eyes, and my heart breaks as tears fill them. Spike crosses the room, and takes his lover into his arms.

"It's going to be okay, I'll find a way to save you, luv. You're mine!" He kisses Angel passionately.

"What will I do with him now, my brother?" Angelus asks. He stalks over to Angel, and drags his head up by his hair. Spike snarls at his Sire, dragging his lover back to him. Me - I'm stuck in the middle of all this - not understanding a damn thing that's happening.

"Angelus! Stop fucking about! You know the deal!"

The deal? What the hell are they talking about?

"Lindsey boy, you stay close to Angel. You remain at his side, and you might just live to see the end of this." Angelus snarls at me, as he kisses me quick.

I don't understand one word they are saying. Suddenly, there is a crashing sound, and broken glass flies into the room. Men storm the hotel, dressed like commandos... Shit! Wolfram and Hart's men. I drag Angel into my embrace, and hold him tightly to my chest. There is screaming from Wesley and the girl. Spike and Angelus are fighting their way out of the hotel, killing anyone who might stop them. I can't believe they are deserting us, leaving us in the hands of the lawyers from hell!

I can't watch the carnage and blood. Instead, I bury my head into Angel's shoulder and hold him tight. Finally, the screaming ends, and a warm human hand touches my shoulder. I'm afraid to look up, but Angel's going to need medical attention soon. I do, and to my ultimate surprise, I look up into the warm human face of a paramedic.

Buffy's POV:

"Angel!!" I scream. I sprint down the LA hospital corridor. "Angel!" Behind me, trying to keep up, is the Scooby gang. Willow, Xander, Anya and Tara who wouldn't remain in Sunnydale. I begged them to, I knew that Angelus would hurt them if he discovered they were here. They said they didn't care. Their friends were in trouble and they had to help... even if it was only to see a human Angel.

Oh god! Angel is human. He's alive. We can fulfil all those dreams together. I could marry him. Have children with him.

I run down the corridor, and come to a screeching halt, when I spot the form of Cordelia. She's the one who rang to tell me where Angel was.

"Cordelia!" I call her name, and wide, wet eyes find mine. She looks terrible! She's in desperate need of a style and a manicure.

"Buffy! Thank god you came," she sobs. She grabs my arms and to my surprise hugs me close. She's been crying, and her eyes are swollen. "There're dead!" she cries, as the others catch up.

"Who's dead?" Willow asks, taking the near hysterical Cordelia into her arms.

"Wesley, Gunn, Virginia, all gone. Oh god, Angelus killed them... Then he did things to Angel.... Oh Angel, what he did to Angel!" She starts to wail again, while Willow comforts her. I notice a door nearby, with a young man sitting outside it. He reminds me of Spike, same compact build, but with darker mousy hair, and the bright blue eyes. He glares over at me as I approach him.

Before I can speak, a doctor appears at Angel's door. He closes it quietly behind him, and then turns to Cordelia. She's totally incapable of doing anything, so I introduce myself as her sister, and ask if he can tell me what's wrong with Angel. The doctor calls him Angel Chase, listed as Cordelia's brother.

"Doctor, please tell me what's wrong with my brother," I beg, when he looks a little reluctant. He gazes over my friends, and the sobbing Cordelia. Even the young man, who seems to want to go back into Angel's room. Is he some kind of friend? I didn't think Angel had any but me.

"I'm afraid the prognosis isn't good. Your brother... well, he has cancer, in fact his whole body is riddled with it. We're still running tests, but I fear that it's too far advanced for any effective treatment. Truthfully, I really don't understand how it's gone unnoticed for this long..." The doctor trails off looking totally baffled.

"Cancer," I gasp. That can't be true... Angel's young, healthy. He can't die now... he just can't. I won't allow it.

"There are also other problems... I fear that your brother also has suffered extreme abuse at the hands of his captors. I've already alerted the police of the matter."

"What matter?" I whisper, surely there cannot be anymore.

"He has severe rectal injuries, from what I can only assume is rape... on repeated occasions."

No! No! Nooooo!

*****
Part 8:

I can't stand. I find myself sitting on the floor, staring up at that young man. He's talking softly to the doctor, and then turns to me. He doesn't speak, just stares and then goes into Angel's room. I scramble to my feet and follow.

"Angel?" The young man asks. He reaches over Angel's bed, and takes my boyfriend's hand.

"Angel!" I call, moving to his other side and placing his other hand in mine. I glare at the young man. "Who are you? Cordelia didn't say that Angel..."

"I'm Lindsey, Angel's friend," he interrupts, not offering his hand but an infuriated glare. I'm about to say more, but suddenly the pale figure on the bed moves.

For the first time, I turn to look at *my* Angel. He's so pale, weak, and drawn. His breathing is monitored by a mass of tubes and electrodes. There seems to be tons of medical equipment around us, things I don't have a clue what they do.

"Angel, it's me, Buffy. I'm here now. I'll take care of you." I lean over and kiss his damp forehead.

"Lindsey," Angel moans. He loosens his hand from mine, and reaches for Lindsey's other hand. "Lindsey."

Lindsey smiles, and then leans over and kiss...*kisses!!!* Angel's lips. He kisses my boyfriend!

"Lindsey, I need you," he moans.

"I'm here, Angel. I'm here; we'll be okay. We only have to wait." Lindsey smooths Angel's wild hair, and kisses his forehead... He kisses him, again!

I leave Angel's room, and close the door behind me. Lindsey is sitting too close to Angel, holding his hand too tightly. What the hell is going on?

"Cordelia, Angel's awake, but Lindsey is talking to him. Who is he?" I ask the stricken girl. Cordelia looks up, shaking her head.

"Lindsey. He used to work for Wolfram and Hart, that law firm we told you about that brought Darla back. He's tried to kill Angel lots of times, I can't understand why he's... they seems so close all of a sudden." She starts to wail, and I can hardly catch her words. "Angel didn't want to see me. He started sobbing and pushing me away. He said it was all our fault - my fault - that he's dying."

Suddenly, the door behind us opens, and Lindsey walks out.

"Angel wants you all to leave. You're upsetting him," he announces.

"You bastard!" Cordelia screams. "You let them hurt Angel, they didn't do fuck all to you, did they, Lindsey. I bet your working with Angelus. That's why you want us to leave!"

"You don't know anything, Cordelia. You're the ones that broke Angel, not me. You're selfishness and greed brought Angelus back." Lindsey turns back towards Angel's room, but Willow stops him.

"What do you mean, how did Cordelia bring Angelus back?" she asks in that soft, comforting voice of hers.

"There is a scroll," Lindsey begins, he stares at Willow, with eyes filled with anger, "It tells of Angel's redemption and how he would receive it. Wesley never bothered to understand the entire scroll, they just translated half of it, they made assumptions, and they dismissed anything they didn't like. They ignored the fact that Angel - the vampire with a soul - was destined to die so he could be reborn to live again with an innocent soul. If anything interfered with that, a second prophecy would come into effect. They didn't care about Angel - they just did it!"

"I don't understand." Willow touches Lindsey's arm, and he continues.

"They brought him back from the dead. They dragged him from heaven, because they wanted him to sort out their personal problems. He touched heaven - can you understand that? To be so close to your redemption and then get yanked away! T o come back to earth, and be told that if you die as a human; your soul will start the next apocalypse." Lindsey shakes off Willow's hold and returns back to Angel's room, slamming the door behind him.

"Angel said that after he returned... that he touched heaven. Wesley said it was just some electrically induced spiritual experience. Wesley told him it was all in his mind, that he saw the light and was snatched away. And I believed Wesley!" Cordelia sobs. She's a total mess.

"Look, Willow, can you take Cordelia..."

"Buffy, I think I should stay here," she interrupts me, and looks over at Angel's door, "If this Lindsey knows about the spells that brought Angel back, then maybe I could find out if what he says is true."

She does have a point. "Okay, I'll take Cordelia back, but I think Xander should stay with you."

Xander agrees to remain with Willow, while the rest of us leave for Cordelia's apartment. I hope Willow finds an answer. I can't let Angel die again, and I won't lose him. I won't give up on the dreams of marrying him, of having his children. We'll have those dreams, I know Angel wants it too. I know he wants to be with me. We can have that house with the white picket fence, the 2.1 children, the mortgage, and the job. We can have that dream - I'll make sure of it!

Angelus's POV:

The paramedics have taken both Lindsey and Angel to a local Intensive care unit. The doctor I killed confirmed that Angel is dying from acute cancer and other complications. His cancer is incredibly advanced. It seems that Mother Nature won't allow him to continue to live even if he wanted to. Bitch. Well, we will see about that. I have my own plans, and everything is falling into place perfectly. Angel is in hospital with Lindsay at his side, and now Buffy has arrived.

We watched as my little slayer argued with Lindsey, and then my plans are fulfilled. Willow and that incompetent pup, Xander remain behind. Now I have the means to turn Angel and retain his troublesome soul. And stop Spike jumping around like an impatient five-year-old! Angel will be a perfect addition to my family, and a controlling factor over Spike. Angel could influence Spike's wild nature and keep him friggin' patient.

"Why can't we get Angel now," Spike whines, "I don't want that bloody Slayer to get her claws into him!"

"It is not time, Spike!" I scold. "In any case if Angel is your mate, then anything the Slayer says or does will be of little consequence. He will come to you."

We remain in our hiding place watching the exit to the hospital. There has been no sign of Wolfram and Hart coming here yet. They aren't interested in Angel, only me. Stupid lawyers. However, they might come to understand how important Angel is. He must be turned before they figure it out.

We watch the exit; the slayer walks out with two women I don't recognise, and Cordelia. Ahhh, Cordelia. That's how I will know what's happening, and if she no longer has visions, well, I'll just have to make her death extremely painful.

"Spike, it's time for a little game." Spike eyes sparkle and he grins up at me like an adoring child. "Cordelia is our next target; she'll be a little present for my beloved Buff."

"I'll cut out her fucking eyes, to give my Angel as a present," Spike snarls. He grins and his face morphs into his true features. Ah yes, my Childe will have fun with her. He's such a beautiful, evil boy... But we don't have time for that. Now it's hunting time. We have to get Cordelia alone, and talking. Oh, I so love torture.

Buffy and the others, head out for dinner, a perfect place to pick up Cordelia when she enters the ladies. They are such fools, never expecting the unexpected. While they eat, we have a little time to play. My boy eats a waiter as we arrive, and he still has a drop of blood on his soft lips. I growl and kiss him harshly. Yes, I think we have time for a lot of playing.

Willow's POV:

The sight of Angel was so shocking. He's incredibly pale and frail. It's hard to believe that the strong, powerful man I knew just a few months ago is gone. This illness isn't natural, but then again Angel's return to this plane wasn't either. He doesn't belong here. Angel looks so sick and drawn, he has large bags under his eyes, there are scars on his neck from a vampire, and he is so tired. He looks like a 240-year-old. His age has caught up with him. You can see that what the doctor has said is true. No matter what Buffy thinks, Angel is dying.

Lindsey, this strange young man that Cordelia obviously hates, is constantly at Angel's side. Comforting when the nurses come to change his IV's, and trying to feed him when he refuses others. He touches Angel less than a friend and more like a lover. I've found out little about their time as prisoners to Angelus, but Lindsey has told me about the scroll of Aberjian and the spells and prophesies therein. I do know that Angel cannot be allowed to die, however, I can see no reasonable way in saving him. He's not supposed to be here. The Powers gave him a method for redemption, and this isn't it. Wesley and the others have broken Angel's Shanshu Prophecy and brought a new one into the light - one that is of death and not rebirth.

Suddenly, a few hours later, Angel becomes unsettled. I fear that his illness is worsening, but he starts to call for the strangest person. "Spike!"

Lindsey catches Angel's arms, and holds him down. "Angel, it's okay," he calms him. He strokes the damp hair, and to my shock, and Xander's disgust, he kisses his forehead. Angel calms, and his eyes flick over to me.

"Willow?" he forces out, his voice rough and dry. He smiles at me, however, and I wonder if he's glad to see me.

I smile in return. "Hi, yes it's me." I laugh lightly. I reach over the bed and take his hand, he holds on tight, "do you need anything Angel?"

"Oh, Willow, sweet Willow, I'm so sorry," he starts to weep and I can't understand why. Lindsey tries to calm him, telling him everything will be fine soon.

"Angel, it's okay, you didn't do anything..." I start, and I can't understand what's upset him.

"I'm so sorry, I can't save you," he tells me, his hand holding tight to mine. His eyes are wide and then... they flick over to the door, and then he smiles...

"Hello, pet."

"Spike!" Xander shouts, jumping out of the chair. He grabs up his stake, a weapon we all carry with us now Angelus is free, and flies at the blond vampire. Spike hits him hard, before Xander even has a chance to fight him; he flies across the room, hitting the far wall hard. I grab my own stake and advance on Spike.

Suddenly, from behind me a hand grasps my wrists and pulls me back. A tall hard body is pressed against my back, and lips brush my ear.

"Hello again, Willow. It's been so long since we were in this same situation."

"Oh goddess, Angelus!" I scream. Angelus wrenches the stake out of my hand and throws me against the wall. I hit it hard, and for a moment the room spins. Angelus doesn't give me a moment to recover, but grabs my hands and handcuffs them together. Spike has done the same to Xander and he's stuck some duct tape over his mouth.

"Now, little Willow," Angelus snarls into my face, "You are going to be a good little girl, aren't you? If you don't, I swear I will gut Xander very slowly before your very eyes. Behave and you will get out of this alive. Understand?"

I quickly nod my head, keeping totally silent.

Spike's POV:

The red headed witch has taken the more sensible action and followed Angelus advice. She remains quiet and Angelus dumps her down beside Xander. I'm so bloody glad I've gagged him. Now I can devote all my attention to the reason we are here.

"Angel," I call. My mate lies weak and pale on the hospital bed, yet, he still reaches out for me, and I take his clammy hand in mine. "My mate," I murmur as I lean down and touch my lips to his. Angel gives a sigh and I feel him relax against me. Angelus was right, he would still accept me. I run my cool hands over his forehead and his eyes close. I smell death in this room, not the death of Willow and Xander, but his.

"Angelus," I panic, "He's dying!" Dying too damn quickly!

"It will not matter, Spike. His body will be dead soon, and then he'll be reborn as your full vampire mate." Angelus's fingers stroke his opposite's head, and Angel' eyes open.

He's not afraid of Angelus or me; in fact I believe he's relieved to see us. I lean over and kiss his dry lips. Angel's mouth opens willingly under mine, and I taste him fully. I move away from his warm lips and gently pull the needles from his arm. There are so many and they have made angry holes in his skin. The flesh bleeds and the blood doesn't clot. I lick over them, healing them with my own saliva. Lindsey helps dress Angel, and I reward the young man with a kiss. He blushes, but holds Angel extra tightly to him. I know he loves my mate, he yearns to touch what's mine. I wonder what Angelus has planned for little Lindsey. He would be a fine addition to our little family. Beautiful and devoted. Lindsey holds Angel up when he's dressed, and I take up the other side, so he's suspended between us.

"They say he's got cancer, and he won't have long," Lindsey whispers, telling me the truth. I fear our time is running short, and I want to change him here and now, no matter what Angelus wants. Angel moans softly in pain and I hold him tighter.

"Hello, Daddy."

*****
Part 9:

Oh shit! This is all I need!

Both Angelus and I both spin around to face Drusilla, and by her side is the newly sired, Darla.

"Oh, the whole family is here!" she cries, "The stars screamed out your coming, Daddy. A new family awaits us." She dances around Darla and then presses fully against Angelus' chest. Once that action would have driven me insane with jealously, but not any longer. In fact, my love for Drusilla has changed to more for a sister than lover. Once, I would have given her everything, but now I have a mate to consider. Angel slides back down onto the bed, so I take him into my arms, holding him tight. Lindsey, slides his arms around Angel, and stares at these new arrivals.

"My darling boy," exclaims Darla. She bats long eyelashes at my sire, but his response is not what she expected. He growls low in his throat, morphing into game face.

"I am yours no longer, fledgling," he snarls. He wraps his arms around Drusilla and nuzzles her pale neck. "What did the stars tell you of my coming, precious?" he murmurs as he licks her ear.

"The Angel will be denied heaven, and the sky will weep. Pure little soul will be cast out, no longer allowed into the pearly gates."

"What?" Angel gasps, burying himself in my arms. His face is damp with tears and I lick away their salty goodness. He doesn't know that he's going to be mine forever.

"The soul was denied his reincarnation - his Shanshu - his rebirth. He is trapped on this plane. With his death the gates of hell will open and receive him," Dru intones.

"Wolfram and Hart know of this, and they are coming here," Darla laughs, staring at Angel. Shit! The Bitch Queen told them.

"You!" I scream. "You told them about Angel! Fucking bitch!"

"Angel will give us the world!" Darla bellows back. "His death will mean nothing. He's been a pain in our side for over a century! He even killed me!"

"Angelus!" I yell, holding my mate tighter. He's not going to fucking die. "You promised me, he's mine!"

"I didn't want to come back!" Angel weeps into my shoulder. "They brought me back! It wasn't my choice!"

I hear his heart thundering in his chest, and I run my hands up and down his back trying to calm him. "Shhh... luv, I won't let you go." I kiss him gently and he buries himself deeper into my chest.

"What?" The look on Darla's face is priceless.

"Angel isn't going to die, Darla. He's mine, and Wolfram and Hart aren't going to have him," Angelus informs his Sire. "I don't need fucking hell demons to control these humans, and I won't be any lawyer's toy... like you."

Darla snarls at Angelus' demeaning words, and attempts to slap her ex-Childe. She doesn't make it. With a flash of Angelus's hand, he buries a long wooden stake into Darla's chest. For a moment, Darla is perfectly whole and then the next she bursts into a million particles of dust.

"Grand mummy is no longer part of the game," Dru informs us with a laugh. I think she knew Darla's time was limited. She tilts her dark head and listens... this isn't good.

"What is it, my lovely?" Angelus asks, throwing the stake aside. He runs his hands over Dru's chest, and kisses her puckered red lips.

"Justice is blind, but it comes running, running. The door is open," she murmurs.

With spending a whole century with the insane Childe of Angelus, I'm guessing she means that Wolfram and Hart are already on their way here. Fucking Darla the Bitch, why did she have to tell them about Dru's vision? Now, we're running out of time. Angel has to be turned now! "Angelus, we have to get out of here! I won't let them have him. He's mine!" I rage, pulling Angel into my arms. He moans as I drag him to his feet, and Lindsey struggles to hold him up.

Angelus rises from his thoughts and turns to me. "Childe, I do not plan to let anything happen to Angel. Whatever you might think, I don't want him dead. I never wanted him dead. I love him."

"What?" I shriek.

"I tried to kill the slayer before, when my soul was gone, because she took the one thing I had loved for a century. He was with me all the time, and I was never alone. He couldn't accept my love, not then. He was a human soul, he feared the demon within him and with his guilt, he couldn't understand what I felt for him was love." Angelus kneels before me and touches Angel's shocked face. "I won't let him die."

"Then what are we going to do?" I hold my mate to me, his body trembling with his illness.

"We will turn him, you and I. The little witch over there will secures his soul and Wolfram and Hart cannot bring forth the apocalypse." Angelus leans over and kisses Angel's lips, then my own. "I won't let him die, Childe," he repeats.

For the first time ever, I believe Angelus' promise. I just hope I'm not making a huge mistake.

"Ooooo," Drusilla moans unexpectedly, "bitch queen of lawyers coming... Running... Running."

Well, that was enlightening. Everyone is silent in utter confusion, as Dru continues to rant.

"Huh," mumbles Lindsey nervously, "I think she means that Lilah Morgan from Wolfram and Hart is coming."

Angel's POV:

Spike arms hold me tighter as he understands the full weight of Lindsey's words. Wolfram and Hart have always said I'd be a major player in the coming apocalypse. I never thought I would be the one to start it. Now through Dru's vision, and Darla informing them, they know that if I die in this human shell, my soul will be denied heaven and the gates of hell will open. My friends, the people I trust, have condemned me. That's why Angelus came back, I realise, to create a balance between good and evil. I wonder if the Powers knew that Angelus wouldn't let me go. But oh gods, the price. I'm dying now, my life is being sucked from me, and I know I don't want death and damnation.

"Spike..." I whisper, "Please don't let me go..." I cling to him, his hard, cool body pressing against my burning one. My heart thunders in my chest and I feel so defenceless. I know my human body is dying of it's own accord.

"I won't let you go, my beloved mate," Spike vows. He kisses me harshly, his fanged teeth cutting into my lips. His kiss becomes even fiercer, and cool hands try to push away my t-shirt. His fingers attack my nipples, tweaking them hard, almost painfully. I feel his desire rising and I know it's the bond growing between us. I can feel his desire to fuck me again, and strangely it's all I want at this moment too.

"Spike!" Angelus shouts. He drags me from my mate arms, and lifts me bodily. "We don't have time! Drusilla, take the witch. Spike, you have doughnut boy. Lindsey, follow!"

Spike growls deeply at Angelus, but obeys him. I am too weak to pay much attention to what happens around me. I feel Angelus' strong arms carrying me out of my hospital room, and we are running down the corridor. I hear voices, but it's the dead of night and there are few nurses around. Abruptly, we are outside and I feel the cold rush of air against my moist skin. I can't stop myself from shivering. Angelus holds me closer as if trying to give me what little body heat he has.

I must have passed out because the next thing I know, Angelus is lying me down on Cordelia's couch. I wonder where Cordelia is... Across from me Xander has been tied to a chair, and Angelus grabs Willow from Drusilla.

"Do the fucking spell, witch!" he rumbles.

Little Willow is no longer the timid girl I knew. She draws herself up to her full height and stares into Angelus' eyes. "I'll do the spell, I'll help you, but I'm doing this to save Angel and give him peace, no other reason, Okay!"

"What about the clause," Spike demands. He makes his way from Xander and pulls me into his cool arms. He feels so cold next to my burning skin.

"Tara and I had worked that out, we didn't have time to tell Angel - he was already dead." She gives me a quick glance, and I see sorrow in her eyes. For the first time I see her differently. She's a much stronger person than everyone gives her credit for, and she understands right and wrong. Left to Willow, I think she would have left me to my death, my peace.

"Spike; get Angel ready," Angelus directs. It's show time. He and Willow collect the spell ingredients as Spike pulls me from the couch. I cry out in pain, but I don't struggle. Soon the pain will be gone, and I'll be strong and hard again. No longer will I suffer the agony of this dying flesh. Lindsey is quiet beside me, but I suddenly take his hand.

"I love you, Lindsey. I'm sorry, that I love my mate more," I admit the truth. I do love him and Spike.

"Don't worry, pet," Spike tells him, "Your turn will come. Then you can be with Angel forever." He kisses Lindsey's cheek and presses him towards me. I'm surprised that Spike's going to let me. I take Lindsey into my weak embrace, and finally kiss him passionately.

Time is running short however, and Spike pulls me away. Lindsey moves to stand beside Willow, watching to make sure she doesn't try to prevent my turning in anyway. Spike strips me of my clothing, and rubs his hands over my trembling body. Even in this state he can still arouse me to full erection. My cocks throbs painfully under his attentions, but I don't want him to stop. Not ever.

"My mate," he moans. I start to weep again. It's like I'm seeing the real Spike, the person he hides from the world under a hard facade. An overly sensitive boy who fears everyone will hurt him, because they always do and will forever more. Angelus hurt him, Dru did to, and so did I. I denied the mating call; I belittled him, and tried to kill him. No wonder he despised me with such ferociousness. I realize why, when he came for the Gem of Amarra, he couldn't torture me himself. He must have felt so betrayed by my hatred. - my denial of him - my mate.

"I'm so sorry... Spike..." I whisper, as fresh tears start to fall.

"This is better, Angel," he murmurs against my mouth. I think he recognises my thoughts because they are as his own. "This way you won't be my Sire, but you will be my equal. You'll be my mate." For an instant, I see William in his face. That heartbreakingly beautiful, young dreamer, that happened to cross the path and catch the eye of the most vicious of vampires.

"William," I moan, and I do declare that Spike smiles.

Words are over though, as Spike strips himself of his own clothing, then presses his hard body against my warm tremulous one. He kisses me again roughly, then parts my legs. Angelus must have arranged Willow's spell, and he moves close, kneeling behind us, just as naked as we are. He lifts me up so my back is pressed against his chest, and my legs are stretched wider. Spike bends them until Angelus' holds me in an almost crouching position. Spike pulls my ass forward and presses his member against my opening. I am completely exposed to them, unable to hold myself up or control my movements. They are totally in control.

Spike kisses me as he pushes forward into my damaged anus. A wound that will heal when I'm turned. He swallows my cries as I tear around him, lubricating his entry. After what seems like forever, in pain terms, he's finally encased and both vampires are still around me.

"Willow, start the spell," Angelus orders. Out the corner of my eye, I spot Willow, staring at us with wide, aroused eyes.

"It's time, Angel," Spike breaths into my mouth, "Do you want this? Do you want me?" For a moment, there is fear in this evil, but emotional vampire.

"Yes!" I shout, I want the world to know. I want to live, for him and only him.

In a flash, both Angelus and Spike sink their fangs into my throat. I scream as the triple invasion of my body brings me to orgasm. Spike begins a strong thrusting into my rectum, as his mouth draws heavily on my artery. Angelus on the other side of my throat does the same. I know from experience I'll be dead within seconds, they are making it as quick and as painless as possible. I feel Angelus' cock throbbing against my back, while Spike pounds away inside me. The whole room blurs, and the pain fades, until my whole world has been reduced to these two ancient vampires.

They suck swiftly, draining me off my life's blood. I feel my heart struggling to beat, hear it fighting for that last breath. I'm not afraid. I have Angelus and my mate surrounding me, and I know I'm safe. I won't fear death, or hell. As my heart begins to slow, I no longer feel my body, which distresses me because I don't feel my mate's cock inside. Both vampires swiftly withdraw from my throat, and then Spike forces my mouth to the self inflicted wound on his throat. I don't see clearly, and the world spins around me. I feel as though I am floating, leaving my body as I swallow Spike's tainted blood.

I know I cry out when Angelus suddenly pulls me from Spike, but his wrist is thrust into my mouth and I suck hungrily. More of the thick, powerful vampire blood is forced down my gullet. The world flashes around me and I lose all sense of my body. I am being pulled from it, in the distance I hear chanting. The chanting booms inside my soul, and I am frozen in this state. Not in my body, but yet not going anywhere else ether. I can feel sensations still, I know that Spike has replaced Angelus once again, and it's his blood my body is swallowing. I feel my soul tremble, as sudden pain is drawing me back into my corporeal vessel.

"Asa sa fie! Acum! Acum! Acum!" The words echo inside me, and I understand. Words of the curse to return my soul, the last line. 'Let it be so! Now! Now! NOW!'

I scream. I scream as my soul is pulled back into my dying body. Then everything is back...

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Part 10:

Spike's POV:

My mate is dead. I'll miss his warm human body, but he'll me mine forever. Angel collapses onto Angelus' body, and I finally spill my dead seed within him. He's already starting to cool - his body limp and heavy. I slip from my mate's torn hole, to be instantly replaced by Angelus. He never had any problem with fucking a dead body. He thrusts inside Angel' bloodied passage a few times, then screams his own release.

The room is full of the smell of incense, human arousal, and sex. I can smell that Dru brought herself off with her fingers as she watched. Xander and Willow are both bright red from observing our mating. I grin at them and both look away. Human's think they are so open about sex, but watching a couple of vampires at it, they try and pretend sex never happens. Lindsey eyes my mate sadly, though he recognises that Angel will return, and soon it will be his turn. I see the desire in his eyes, the need to be claimed. Oh, he will be and soon!

I pull my mate from Angelus arms and lie his dead form on the couch. I cover him with a blanket and then turn to Angelus. "He's safe now, right?" I ask my Sire.

"I don't know," answers Angelus truthfully. I've never heard that sadness in his voice; Angel has really changed him. Thankfully, cured some off his stupid insane ideas. "Our next step will be to kill those bastard lawyers! I can't have them finding a way to release his soul," he adds.

"It's not enough!" Drusilla shouts, and for the first time I turn my attention to her. "It's not enough. I need another brother." She stares at me and Angelus, and then turns to Lindsey, who's crouched down next to Angel's dead body. "Him!" she laughs, jumping around. "Angel wants him. And with him, we will have a chance."

Dru dances around my Sire, until Angelus has had enough and grabs her arm. "What do you mean, the boy's useless."

"No...Angel will want his soul too... Another soul-ed vampire. Angel will kill for him... his pretty boy, his Childe. Your Childe," she turns to me and says that last line. I haven't had any Childer before; Angel can't really count because he's my mate. On all levels mates are equals, and then we are both Childer to Angelus.

"Angel and I must turn Lindsey and keep his soul?" I ask her, trying to confirm what I've translated.

"Yes, the stars are laughing... they want to play, but the souls won't let them."

Oh great, now she's talking in riddles again.

"I want you to turn me." We all turn to Lindsey, who's staring defiantly at me. "I want to stay with Angel," he states.

"Why?" Angelus asks. He moves to stand before Lindsey, and runs his hand over the soft cheek. "Why Spike and Angel?"

"I love him. I love Angel. I want to be with him," Lindsey answers, truthfully. He gazes up into Angelus's eyes and continues, "and I hate you."

Angelus laughs, and I think I like this young man. Angelus is sure pissed by the comment, and Lindsey's going to get punished, but hey, at least he can stand up against my bastard Sire.

"Fine, I'll let Angel and Spike have you, but remember Lindsey; you'll pay for that." Angelus pecks Lindsey on the lips quickly, leaving behind a bloody bite.

The young ex-lawyer shows no response to Angelus threat, but returns my Sire's stare before he laughs and returns to dance with Dru. Lindsey's eyes turn to mine; there's fear there... not for me, but...

"I want my soul. Like Angel. I want my soul."

Hmmm that might be interesting. I reach out and stroke his cheek, suddenly leaping forward to lap at the bite my Sire left behind, making him gasp and shiver against me. "We'll see, luv." I whisper, "Now look after Angel, there's a good pet." I give him a little slap on his tight butt, and he bites back a sarcastic comment.

Buffy's POV:

Cordelia has been missing for 24 hours now, Xander and Willow for 12. I can't believe I lost Cordelia in a pizza bar! She walked into the ladies room while we eat and never returned. I searched the ladies room, the alley behind, the whole block! I couldn't find any sign of her. I fear she's dead. Then when Anya, Tara, and I returned to the hospital, it was to find a horde of police in Angel's room. He was gone, along with Lindsey, Willow and Xander. I knew then I had failed. My friends and myself.

Tara and Anya can't stop crying. They both believe Angelus had their loved ones and I can't deny it. Angelus came for Angel, and I wasn't ready. I didn't think. I thought he would be safe here. That Angelus wouldn't be interested in him, only me. I thought he'd come for me.

I don't know where to go now. I don't know where Cordelia lives; she never got around to telling us. I know Angelus won't go back to the Hyperion. I'm stuck, and this time there's no one left to help me.

"Miss Summers?"

I look up slowly from my place on the hospital floor. I haven't moved from this spot ever since we came back. I don't know where to look - where to go. This isn't my city, it's Angel's. It was Angel's... Oh gods, what if he's dead? Will Angelus kill his human self? I pull myself away from my darkest thoughts and concentrate on the lady before me.

She's about 30 or more, long brunette hair, sharp brown eyes, and cruel cheekbones. She leans over me and hands me a card. On the front it reads: Wolfram and Hart. I guess I should have known she was a lawyer from the oh so yesterday's suit.

"I'm Lilah Morgan, Miss Summers, I believe we are looking for the same thing. A certain vampire named Angelus."

"What does a bunch of lawyers want from Angelus?" I ask, totally confused.

"We aren't just lawyers, Miss Summers. Angelus has killed many of our people, I guess we got in the way of his victims. We were the ones who gave the scroll of Aberjian to Wesley to bring back the Power's champion."

"You know Wesley?"

"Yes, we worked with him many times. It was a shock to discover that Angelus killed him, and destroyed the scroll. Without it we can't bring Angel back, but maybe we could find a way to heal him."

That catches my attention. She knows how to heal Angel? "You can treat his cancer?"

"Oh yes, we have contact with many mystics who could save Angel. I'm sure if we work together, you could have your Angel back and we'll have revenge on Angelus."

Angel. I could have my boyfriend back. My lover. My future husband. I know that's what he wants - to be with me forever, so we can grow old together. I'll kill all those that hurt him. Spike especially.

"I think you have a deal," I finally answer, getting to my feet. She's got the answer to my problems. "I'm going to need information, backup."

"Miss Summers, just consider the whole of Wolfram and Hart fully capable of answering whatever needs you might have."

"Do you have Cordelia's address?"

"Off course, I'll even take you there."

I shake the woman's hand. I don't care what they want with Angelus, or what their grudge against him is, but if they can help me get what I want, I'm not going to ask questions.

Cordelia's apartment is dark, there are no lights at the windows, but when I try the door, it creaked open. My fingers searched for the light switch and found it, but there was no power. Behind me, Lilah waited patiently as I checked around. I have better eyesight than other humans do, but I could make out nothing in the darkness. Just furniture and a tall lamp in the centre of the room. I step though the door, the lawyer following me, and find a table lamp. I flick the switch.

"Oh my god!" Lilah gives a little scream and dashes back out the door. I turn to look at the room... and swallow. That wasn't a lamp. The body of Cordelia Chase hangs from the centre beam of her living room. I feel tears sting my eyes, but I won't allow myself to crack yet. She's dead and I can't help her. I have to find Willow and Xander. I cross over to her body, trying not to really look at her injuries, but my mind keeps wondering how the hell Angelus managed to skin her, and leaver her face perfectly intact. There's a note on her forehead, written in pen; Bloody useless! I notice her eyes are gone too. I guess she was no use to the bastard.

I lift her down, and quickly cover her body with the sofa throw. I can't help her. Oh please, be okay Angel. I have to search the apartment for clues, but it almost feels like sacrilege. Suddenly, I hear a soft sob.

"Angel?" I call, searching the murky darkness. Beyond, I can see three more rooms, bedrooms maybe? I slowly walk forwards, watching my step while my hand searches for another light switch. I find one, but this too is dead. Luckily there's another lamp just before the door. I turn it on and the bulb flickers to life. The light is dim, but at least I can see a bit more. I open the door, discovering a bedroom.

"Willow? Xander?" I call.

"Buff?" The voice is harsh, male and for a second I don't recognise it. "Buffy?"

"Xander?" I charge into the bedroom, and almost fall over Xander. He's lying on the floor, his hands and feet bound. He's managed to get the gag almost out of his mouth, making his voice muffled. "Oh god, Xander. You're alive!"

I knee down and hug him tightly.

"Buffy.... Oh Buffy... Cordelia's...."

"I know Xander, I saw. I took her down." I calm him, pulling him tightly to my chest. He starts to sob, his cries broken and terrified. I carefully check him over, and notice to my extreme surprise he's unharmed.

"Xander, where's Willow? Is she here?"

"No, they took her with them. I don't know where. They need her. To do a spell... a soul spell. Buffy, you have to know... Angel's dead. They turned him, but for some reason they kept his soul."

"Angel's dead?" I gasp. No! I won't accept that. Not my Angel. We have a chance of life. We could have been together. Had picnics in the sunshine. Those 2.5 children...

"Yeah, they need Willow for this other guy." Xander starts to shake again, and I fear he's going into shock. I can't say anything. My Angel is dead. There's nothing left. I'm going to kill them all!

"Buffy, you have to know. Angel can't die... if he does the gates of hell open, and he heralds in the end of the world. It's what this law firm wants... called Wolfram and something... they want to kill Angel."

Wolfram and Hart?

"Miss Summers, is everything okay?" Lilah calls from the front room.

Oh crap! If I find Angelus... they find Angel... they'll kill him. What do I do?! I can't lie to her. I can't hide... I can't...

I close my eyes, hold Xander tight, and cry.

Lindsey's POV:

My Angel is dead.

After Spike and Angelus turned him, we left Cordelia's home and moved on to a warehouse that was inhabited by Drusilla and Darla. It's not the best of hideouts, but it's not known to anyone from Sunnydale. Angelus says we'll stay here until Angel awakens. He's been dead now for 8 hours. It seems they are expecting him to rise soon. I always thought that the turning took longer?

I hold his dead body tight to me, as I lay on Drusilla's bed. The other vampire's have fed and played while there've waited. Angelus seems disinterested with Angel's rising, but Spike checks on Angel every few minutes. While Drusilla has laughed at the stars all night, much to Angelus's annoyance. Willow, the young witch from Sunnydale, has been tied to a chair in the corner of the room and left alone. She's needed for me... for my change, when Angel awakens. I pull my future Sire closer and shiver. I want to be with him, but death still holds some fear for me... hell, I'm scared stiff!

"Ooo blood. They want blood for the soul," Drusilla starts to sing. "Little pretty has found herself a wolf in sheep's clothing. A tongue of steel. She'll cut and cut... looking for the soul."

I look up, resting on my elbow. This must be important because even Angelus looks up from his take-home dinner. He pushes the dead body to the floor, and stalks towards his eldest Childe.

"The gates open with the blood. They'll come for the bright Angel, such a pretty soul... all bleeding."

"Shit! Fucking Wolfram and Hart!" Spike hollers, breaking Drusilla's concentration. Angelus snarls at this blond Childe. "Damn it, Angelus, you said we were safe here! There're already...Guh!"

Angelus' hand wraps around Spike's throat, cutting of his air supply and voice. He snarls and struggles. "Listen boy, I lead this family. I make..."

"Hmm Spike..." A hiss comes from behind me. I turn slowly, and look into Angel's wide golden eyes. He snarls at me, sniffing the air. He knows I'm flesh blood. "Spike!" he calls louder, "Spike! Spike!" He snarls at me again, but looks around desperately. I'm surprised he didn't eat me straight away. However, it's not me, or blood he wants. He wants his mate. "Spike!"

Angel's POV:

So hungry... blood... hunger... Sire... blood... mate... Spike!

"Spike!" I scream. The pounding in my head increases as if my brain is being ripped out. "Spike! Spike!" I beg, help me please... My vision is but a field of red, and the pounding increases. A part of me comes to realise that the pounding is heartbeats. Living beings. Beings filled with living blood. Blood!

I snarl and jump towards the nearest blood bag. I smell it, feel it's heartbeat in my brain. I want it. I sniff, tasting the air... oh gods, Lindsey! I snarl at him, backing off. I cry out for my mate again, "Spike!"

"Angel!" A voice screams. I can't stop - I need it! A cool body surrounds mine and pulls me back. This body is so familiar. I smell him. Yes, my mate, my lover. I smell my blood in him, as I carry his. I crush my mouth to the body of my mate. He tastes of recent human blood.

"Hunger," I snarl. I grab his head, and sink my fangs into his fine throat. Cool blood fills my mouth and I swallow hungrily. It burns its way into my empty stomach, which screams for more. Suddenly, another cool body presses against mine. Strong hands snatch me away from my mate's throat... I howl in indignation, fighting, biting my way back to my mate's body.

Sire... The word echoes in my brain and I know this being holding me. Angelus. His hands guide me to his throat and I draw heavily on his elder blood. I feel hands rubbing over my body. Fingers pressing inside my anus. A large hand cups my genitals and I growl into Angelus's throat. My mate's cool body presses firmly against my back and I feel his cock pressing forward. 'Yes!' I want to scream, but I can't remove my fangs from Angelus' throat, the bloodlust is too strong. I suckle greedily as Spike thrusts forward until his torrid length is encased inside me.

Angelus' hands pull at me again, this time away from his throat. Another neck is shoved into my face, and this time I sink fangs into soft feminine skin. Ah... Drusilla. Her blood is different to my Sire and mate's, although it still carries the taste of our clan. I drink her down as strong male hands grip and pump my cock. When I'm fully erect, I'm directed inside a soft wet channel. I don't know what position my body is in. There are only three areas I'm aware of: my anus, my cock and my mouth. For the rest of the world, I am deaf, dumb and blind. I can't see anything but the red, hear anything but heartbeats, and I can only growl my need.

Spike starts to thrust powerfully into my tight tunnel. I feel the flesh tear around him, but no pain penetrates my fervour. His frantic thrusts are then passed through me into Drusilla. My cock forced hard and deep inside her wet cunt. I can't remember ever experiencing anything like this. I never have been so close to my clan as I am at this moment. I taste their blood, feel there desire. I know they are family, and that they want me. They love only me.

The only one missing from this union is Angelus. As if on cue, my mouth is wretched from Drusilla' throat, and I roar in fury. But I am then shown how Angelus will be pleasured in all this. Instead of a throat being thrust my way, his long hard erection is shoved into my mouth. Strong fingers thread through my hair, and he starts to fuck my throat hard. I try to suck around him and hold back the urge to gag.

Lover, Sire, mate and sister fill each of me. They encase me inside themselves, fill me with their desire and need. It is as though I am drowning in their desire and need. It is as though I am drowning in their love. I feel like weeping. Beyond us I sense the presence of humans. One smells of fear, sorrow and pain. The other... Lindsey. Oh he's sweet with desire, and need. I want him. I yearn to taste him. I wonder about the other... Willow? Why is she sad for me? I can't understand why. Why does she suffer so when I am finally in heaven?

I am the first to orgasm and mine triggers my family's. My ass spasms around Spike's length, and he fills my passage, cooling the burning within. Next is Drusilla, the force of my pounding, and the continual hitting of my pubic bone hit against her clit, make her come screaming into my ear, her wet channel grasping my length. Lastly, Angelus pumps frenetically into my mouth and with one last thrust, floods my throat with his cool seed.

I collapse against my lovers. Angelus withdraws from my mouth, and Spike rolls me off Drusilla. He doesn't leave me, but curls around my throbbing body and soothes me gently. In time the noises in the room start to return, and my vision fades from red to normal colours.

"You are our!" proclaims Angelus.

"Yes," I answer, "I am yours."

Willow sobs as I speak, and Lindsey's arousal grows. I try to see them... to see him, but my vision is still clouded. So I stop straining and relax into my mate's embrace. I don't care what comes - I will always belong in his arms. He licks at my throat and bites gently. He doesn't take much, only a swallow, it is more for show and symbolism that feeding. He moves me around in his arms, until I face him. Again he offers me his throat, and I bite as he did. It is an acceptance of mate to mate.

"Mine."

"Yours."

We say simultaneously. Spike wraps himself around my body and I cuddle into his smaller frame. I am covered in their secretions, cum and blood. I smell my family and taste my Sire in my mouth. I am whole, complete with my mate and kin. It feels so perfect just here, as if nothing could touch me.

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