I shake myself from my thoughts, having missed most of his conversation for the last few minutes. I smile, and I know I have a resolution for his problem.

"You have me," I reveal to Liam. He looks up with amazed eyes. "You are my whore, that gorgeous body and tight ass will pay plenty for a bed. You don't need to go home." I grin at him, as my words make that wonderful blush creep across his face. I almost said `lover' instead of whore. I can't accept that, not yet, I don't want him as a lover. I don't love him, but I am going to admit that I want him. That I'll pay anything, give anything to fuck him again.

"You want me to touch you again, don't you?" I swear that blush has spread to the rest of his body. I'd love to have him strip right here, so I could find out for sure.

"It is a sin," he whispers back. Men have been jailed for sodomy in this time.

"I just love how you say that. I am sinful, evil, cruel and so much more. One might conclude you like that, judging by your beautiful blush and erect cock," I make a show of glancing down at his stretched breaches, making him redden even more. I don't think he's ever been as timorous about anything, like he is with me. "Admit it," I try to sway him, leaning forward and glazing into his dark, lusty eyes. Liam licks his lips, as if preparing to kiss me, then drops his hands into his lap, hiding his rampant erection. I wonder if it's because it would anger his father that he would remain with me: prostituting his body to me. Or is it because he wants to, because he likes what I did to him. If given the chance of having a good job or fucking with me, which one he would chose? Liam could leave me, find some woman to stay with, but from the looks of him, there is no intention of doing so. He hasn't even flirted with the new barmaid.

"I would rather be your whore, than be nothing," Liam whispers to me out of the blue.

His words shock me. I never expected him to want to stay with me, not really. He's a big, strong, sexually healthy young male, and capable of attracting many fine women. And yet, he would rather be here with me? More importantly, he'd be here touching a member of the same sex. I have known him for such a short time, yet he seems so open in his actions. There is nothing cryptic or unseen in Liam's character, making him so un-characteristically dissimilar to Angel. I know he speaks the truth when he says he would stay - stay and be my whore.

"You aren't nothing," I answer gently. Liam shakes his head and looks away from me. I can see his pain. His father has done this to him; he has destroyed Liam's self-esteem and worth. He looks back at me, with a sudden desperate look in his eye. Something has obviously scared the living shit out of him, but I see nothing.

"Please, take me upstairs. Make me pay for my meal and board," he begs frantically, his words shocking. Then my eye catches a figure entering the tavern; I finally comprehend Liam's sudden desire to leave. His father. Most likely he's come here to look for his errant son. Liam's whole body seems to cave in upon itself with his father's presence. I nod and take his arm. We leave the main room, disappearing up the stairs before his father has chance to spot him. I feel Liam's body trembling, and I smell his fear and desperation to escape the man who abused him.

I hustle Liam into our rooms and proceed to strip him of his clothing. Tears fill his eyes again, this time not because of our coupling, but from the appearance of his father. I am a heartless, soulless demon and yet when this young man cries, I feel as though I am breaking inside. I believe I am watching something of such importance dying before my eyes. This beautiful man, breaking like glass, his being shattered into a million pieces by the violence of his uncaring kin.

I have made up my mind. Now, at this instant! Yes, I have a new plan. No longer will this boy be my whore; he will be my childe. I don't care its not the right date, but I'm turning him tonight. Now. Well, after sex that is.

"Liam, do you like this village?"

Liam turns to me and I stop undressing him. "No, once I wished to see the world, but I can't see that happening."

"Do you like your life?"

"Nay," he sobs.

"Do you want me to give you a new one?"

"Aye."

Well, that's a good enough answer for me. I attack my clothing, ripping it from my body and then pounce on Liam. I rip his breaches from long legs, and push him down onto the feather bed. I want him so much; it's almost painful. I've never wanted anyone like I want this beautiful Irish boy.

"Will," he whines. I smell a delectable mixture of fear and need arising from him. Just perfect! It will make his blood all the sweeter.

I don't answer him. My body is on automatic. It wants to touch him, take him, and make him mine. Soon he will be. All mine. My hands grab his long legs, pushing them up and apart. That beautiful, tiny entrance is brought into view and I press my hard length against him. Liam pants and struggles a little, his fear overriding his desire. He's not seen how I take him before. Last time he was pressed against the sideboard, this time he's getting the front seat view.

I press my cock head against his hole and his eyes widen in astonishment. My hands grip his hips and lift slightly, allowing me to press deeper inside. The acorn shaped crown disappears inside Liam's body and he screams in pain. There is no lubrication this time. I thrust harder, shoving my cock all the way in. I can feel his tight passage tearing around me, warm, dark blood easing my passage.

"Please... no..." he moans. His hands clutch at my arms and I see black bruises appearing.

I can't stop. I wish I could explain to him what I am experiencing. I just can't talk, can't help wanting to fuck him. I want inside. When I'm fully encased, I wait a moment, before drawing out and plunging back in. Liam's eyes widen even more, when he sees his dark blood coating my erection. To me, it's the most exotic sight. I stare at his face now. I see his fear, the tears in his eyes, but under all that I see his desperate desire. My thrusts are becoming more violent with each passing second. More deeper, drawing out more blood, staining the white sheets. Liam arches into my embrace, and when I move forward, his lips seek out mine. We kiss with a previously undiscovered passion. I know this will be the last time I will taste his warm mouth. After this, he's going to be the same temperature as me. I'll miss that warmth, but I'll have him untouched and unchanged forever.

"You. Are. Mine," I inform him with each vicious thrust. "Forever." Thrust. "My." Thrust. "Whore." Thrust. "My." Thrust. "Lover!" That word surprises me and I didn't intend to scream it out loud.

"Yes!" Liam wails.

My face morphs into my true features. Liam doesn't shriek and he doesn't struggle against me. He's not afraid of death. If anything, he presses his body closer to mine, arching his corded neck towards my fanged mouth. I memorise his sweaty form, his heat; his hot cock crushed against my stomach for the last time. The sensations of his searing blood lubricating my cock. That pain in his eyes, which I know, will vanish when he becomes Angelus. I'll keep in my heart a picture of Liam' face, which will soon become Angelus'.

"Goodbye, Liam," I whisper, as I drive for his neck. I rip out his throat, hot blood spattering my face, and I gorge myself on the feast of mortal Liam's blood. I feel Liam's hot semen cover my chest, moments later, my cool seed fills his torn passage.

"Mine!" I scream, as my orgasm rages through me, my cock thrusting forcibly into him as he starts to fade. I feel him dying. I feel his body starting to cool, and go slack around me. His hands lose their grip on my arms and flop down onto the bed. At that instant, I bring a sharp nail to my throat and slash my jugular.

"Drink of me, Liam. Be my Childe, forever."

I lift Liam up and press his mouth to my neck. I feel my blood flowing out and for the longest moment of my life, he doesn't move. He's so still and I fear that I've lost him. Before I can speak, his mouth covers my open wound and he begins to swallow my infectious vampire blood. I have never felt a feeling of jubilation as I do now. Liam is my first childe. My first, and most perfect childe. Mine, forever. At this moment I don't think about who I am, where I've been, what I want. I just feel his mouth taking my life's blood, as I took his. I know that soon he will die, but he shall arise as my creation. I laugh as a thought fills my mind: I'm going to be a daddy.

Liam sucks until his body starts to shut down, he loses his grip on my throat and he falls limply back onto the bed. He dies. His soul shall leave him with death, opening the way for a demon to inhabit his gorgeous body. I shall mourn the loss of Liam. I think I loved him. Even though I shall never - ever, *ever* - admit it. I really went and messed up. I fell for a human male. A man destined to become my most hated enemy. Wait a mo...

Who said he had to be like Angelus was? Liam is not like Angelus. He's fun to be around, carefree, lovable, and fucking sexy. He's also a thief, a scoundrel, a seducer, a rake, and a terrible disappointment to his father. He's is *my* childe, not that bitch Darla's. Who said Liam has to be like Angelus? Oh no, I have plans for my childe. Things are going to change. Spike, aka William the Bloody, doesn't follow orders. I never have done. I won't now. When my childe awakes, things are going to go my way. Angelus will be mine and subservient only to me.

I don't bury Liam; I don't want him to endure the traumatic experience of digging your way out of your own grave. That's enough to break any mind. Maybe it did that to the previous Angelus. Therefore, I've kept him here, in my bed, naked too. I've also done a lot of thinking. I need to bond Angelus to me. I need to make him dependent on me. There is an ancient legend that if your childe feeds from his sire first, before any human, it makes the bond between them stronger. I might have hated Darla, but at 400 and odd she was a fountain of vampire lore and information. I don't know if this is true, but I'm willing to risk it.

Liam doesn't awake the first night. He just remains rigid and still, as dead as a doornail on my bed. I only leave him for a moment, just to eat the new barmaid, and then I continue to watch over him. I really don't understand what I am doing. Not deep down inside my heart. It's fucking messed up, that's what's wrong with it. It's full of love and need, and it's messing with my head. Bugger it, I'm so bloody confused! Furthermore, I can't seem to stop it. I don't want it to stop, but then again I really do. I never wanted to love Liam, it just happened. I refused to accept it, but sitting here staring at my childe' dead form, I can't help but love him. It's fucking stupid and damn annoying.

I hate how love controls my life. It brought me here - to this moment. My love for Dru made me do that time spell. In the end though, I can't regret doing it. I can't say I don't wish to be here. Here watching my naked childe, waiting until he opens those perfect brown eyes. Waiting until I can shag him blind, and then go kill the whole village. Oh, I'm carrying out that part of history. That's not going to change, but when it comes down to his family, that will.

"Sire," a soft growl emanates from the bed. I look up from my chair, to see my childe has awakened. I stand excitedly and approach the bed. He's so perfect. His body is hard, cool, and pale - almost like carved marble. His face is that of a vampire. Beautifully formed ridges, large golden eyes and long ivory teeth. I grin down at him.

"You know who I am?" I growl back.

"My Sire... my whore," he gives a small smirk and laughs. There is no malice in his laugh, only humour. It surprises me. Angelus was never humorous - expect with his own private jokes, which no one else understood.

"Who am I?" I lean forward and my hand grasps his hard, erect length.

"My Sire, my master, my lover," he groans out, as I squeeze him painfully.

"What are you?"

"Your Childe, your whore, your lover."

Oh, yes. Mine. I smash my lips to his, our fangs snapping and biting into soft flesh. Blood taints our kissing, making Liam growl in hunger.

"Drink, Childe. Take your fill," I instruct him, as I press his mouth to my neck. Long sharp fangs pierce my skin and he drinks me down. His hands grip my body, and he pulls me on top of him. We thrust long, hard erections against each other. I feel as if I am dying again in Liam` embrace. He's taking my blood into himself with frightening speed, that it's making me dizzy. In desperation, I grab hold of his hair, tilt his head, and sink my fangs into his throat. His new vampire blood fills my mouth and I gulp him down.

On and on we drink, swallow after swallow of life's blood, we take into ourselves. We feed from each other, never breaking the cycle for what feels like hours on end. Soon, I swear I can hear a heartbeat. I don't know what it is. It grows more powerful with each draft, and I realise it's not a heartbeat but a word.

*Will... Will... Will... Will...*

There is another sound.

*Liam... Liam... Liam... Liam...*

Oh, Fuck!

I try to desperately to disengage myself from my childe. His grip is so strong and my blood lust really doesn't want me to ever let go of him. We need to stop soon; I don't know what happens to vampires like this. Can we continue forever? Because it's fucking great... like vampire heaven! It's as if we are living inside the blood, burning inside two bodies, making us one being. I can't really explain it. I've never been good at emotional explanations. Take my poetry - bloody crap. This, I think, is love. Which is why I want it to stop. I want... need to break away from him or I shall go insane from the intensity of our union.

Suddenly, my orgasm crashes through my body, and cold seed spatters against my chest. It acts like a bombshell and I jerk away from Liam's neck. The same happens with him and we are finally parted from the blood bond. I should have never have done this! I should have fuckin' buried him and left like I had planned to in the beginning!

"I love you," Liam whispers. His voice his rough, and filled with yearning.

What's this? This can't be right - Angelus never felt anything. He didn't love. Has the bond worked? Is he different? I wish I could understand what the hell is happening here. I don't. I don't understand what I feel most the time. Love, one moment. Hate the next. I'm just one totally screwed up chap. I admit it. I am just love's bitch. Always have been, that's why I clung to Dru. This change of events has left me stranded in the emotional sense. I remember my Angelus, what he did, how he didn't love a damn thing. I see this Angelus before me, and yet it is love I see in his eyes, desire that burns in his blood. What do I trust? My memories, or this new vampire before me. Hmm?

"Take me, Sire," Liam moans into my ear, "I haven't paid for tonight," he chuckles huskily.

"My little slut," I laugh. I think I'm going to go with what's before me, right here and now.

I lean down and kiss his bloodied mouth. His features change back and I stare at his angelic human face. I think I'm going to go with the name Angelus. It describes him perfectly; also it puts fear into the hearts of his victims. They never expect such a handsome face to commit so much evil.

"Liam," I murmur. His brown eyes look into my blue and he smiles. I think I'll be keeping that name just for us. To me, he's going to be Liam, just as I am Will to him.

I realise as I lean down and kiss his fine lips; I've never really discovered his body. I've fucked him, jerked him off, but I've never spent time touching and discovering him. I want to touch him now. These stupid feelings of love want me to caress him, and *then* fuck him into oblivion. Yep, that's the way it's going down. A good grope, then I'm shagging his tight bum.

I kiss down his first-rate body, caressing his strong, muscled chest and flicking hard brown nipples. Liam groans appreciatively under my touch, soft moans begging me to continue. His hands grip my arms and just hold me to him. I pull them away and wrap his fingers around the headboard. He grins when he gets the idea. Damn, if he ain't even more beautiful spread out before me like a feast. His arms above his head, hands gripping the headboard, his legs open and me kneeling between them. My childe, wantonly lying before me, begging to be touched. How could anyone refuse that? Certainly not me!

I stroke his new vampire body. It's cool and solid like marble. His stomach plane is ridged with muscle and his navel trembles at my touch. Ah, my childe's ticklish there. I'll have to remember that for punishment time. I move down and view his proud erection. He's long, straight and thick, and I need both hands to travel the length of his girth. His balls are soft to my touch, as I roll them gently, giving them a little painful squeeze, which makes him purr. I leave his erect cock, pressing up against his stomach, and I stoke his finely haired thighs. His legs are long and well muscled. Large feet, but hey, everyone has a bad point, good thing they don't smell.

My hands travel back up the length of Liam's body, to that cock that begs to be sucked. I've never sucked a man before. I've given head to a woman, but this is very different. I test his taste by licking over the end, collecting the tiny drops of pre-cum from the exposed slit. The foreskin is pulled back by the strength of his erection and he throbs under my touch. I experimentally lick over his acorn shaped end, feeling the nerve endings jump under my touch. Liam gives another moan and arches his back slightly. My hands rest on his hips and I push him back down into the mattress.

I take the head of his penis into my mouth and suck gently. Liam shouts nonsensical words of enjoyment, and I take that as a `Yes' to continue my administrations. I lick, suck the head and then move downwards to the point where is foreskin is attached. I tap the tip of my tongue against it and Liam almost jumps off the bed. He gasps and moans parts of my name and title. I think he likes this. I continue to suck, lick and tap around his cock head and foreskin. My hand wraps around as much of his cock as I can, and I pump him hard. Liam starts to rock against my face with little thrusts, and as I look up to see his head thrown back and his fanged teeth biting through his lips. He's the picture of debauchery.

"Will!" he screams.

It's the only warning I get before he fills my mouth with his cool, dead seed. He tastes creamy and a little sugary. Delicious! I let go of his softening cock, crawling back up his body. His eyes are still closed, and I study his elated face. He's bitten right through his bottom lip, the blood staining his chin. I lean forward and lick it away. His blood tastes strange. Not as it did before. As I continue lapping it up, I hear that heartbeat of words again.

*Will... Liam... Will... Liam...*

I don't understand it, but I think I like it. I like feeling him this close to me. This connected to me. Liam opens his eyes and grins down at me.

"Fuck!" he growls.

I agree entirely. I certainly want to fuck him. I give him a sly smile and start lifting his legs. Liam gets the message, and wraps his hands under his knees, pulling up his strong thighs to his chest, opening himself wide to me. That tight little opening is completely healed over, making it whole and perfectly tight. Perfect for me to rip into again. I don't want to cause him too much pain, don't ask me why. I just want to... I think I want to make love to him. I've never done this before. I lubricate my cock, and Liam watches with interested eyes.

"You are so beautiful," he murmurs, "So perfect."

I stare at him for a long time. No one has ever told me that, not even Dru. Well, she could never get her head around praising me.

"Do you want this, my little whore," I speak of my cock and his eyes stare at it.

"Seadh, mo leannen," he whispers, "Yes, my beloved."

If I could only blush. I love this strange language he's speaking. Gaelic, I think. I press my erection to his tiny hole, and he opens for me. Liam grunts, as I push past the constricted outer muscle, and we watch as my cock disappears inside him, making us both moan out our desire together. I lean forward and capture his lips. He tastes so damn good, full of blood and me, and even better as his tongue duels with mine.

"You are mine," I tell him, as I start to thrust, our mouths connect with each forward motion. "Forever."

"Yes, Sire" he agrees.

I think time stopped at this moment. I felt as if everything that had happened before - my whole life - has been a dream, and this is the only reality there was. Hey, it is! This is Angelus - all mine - and I can run with him forever. As I pound into my childe's hard body, I'm filled with a desperate need to touch him deeper and deeper. Liam kisses and clings to me, his body thrusting and finding his own pleasure. His hips moving in small circles, adding to this intense pleasure. Eventually, Liam' anus spasms around me, in its own little orgasm and moments later his cock follows, spewing his cum over my belly. The sight of his form, face, body, in so much pleasure, sends me crashing into my own mind-blowing orgasmic rush.

"I fucking love that bitch: Willow!" I scream as I come, which royally pisses my childe off.

~*~*~*~

Days later:

The tavern occupants took all night to kill. I just loved ripping them open, sucking them dry and then watching my lover do the same. Liam is such an avid pupil. He does his killing, his torturing - everything in my name. It's such a great ego booster. He has so much style at killing, so perfect when he bites, never spilling a drop. These attributes are so like Angelus, but so unlike him, as Liam aims to please only me. He also gets inventive, ripping out intestines and trying his hand at a little torture. I don't stop him; these are characteristics to be encouraged in a good vampire. When it's over, I shag him in the blood-soaked room, and he laughs his joy at being what I made him.

I asked him there, whom he wishes to kill next in the village, that he could take anyone. He grins and ponders a moment, while I pound away.

"Any one?"

I nod.

"I thought we'd take the village."

*****
Part 6:

The next night, we killed Main Street, and the next the church meeting. This night, we visit Liam's ex-parents. The surviving villagers can't understand what's happening. They couldn't comprehend who or what was killing. An epidemic or a demon. In their fears, they boarded up their doors and put up crosses to ward away evil spirits. We arrive at Liam' ex-parents home, as his father was doing just that. The old man turns and glares at his son. The anger is making his eyes burn, and blushes his cheeks.

"I knew yer would be back, when yer found no one would take yer in," he says wearily to my childe. "Whatever trouble yer have found, yer better go back to it."

"Is that all yer can say to me, father?" asks my childe, with a slight grin. He stresses the word `father' with distaste.

"If you've come for money," he gives me quick glance, "I've none to give yer."

"I haven't come for yer money..."

"Liam," shouts Kathy, as she runs from inside and throws herself into his arms. Liam is stiff for a second, but then wraps his arms around her. I watch carefully as he breathes in her scent, his nose pressed against her young throat. His tongue flicks out and licks her youthful neck. Liam groans deeply in his chest, and I observe as his face changes. Long fangs form and he presses them to her throat. At that instant, I make a decision. With a flash, I grab my childe's arm and jerk him back. From his grasp, I pull Kathy away to the safety of my own arms.

Liam growls at me: "I smell her blood, so sweet, so young. Can't ye hear it?"

"She is not to be killed, Childe," I lecture him, "You must learn to control the blood lust, you love this child and if you kill her, forever will you mourn her loss." I have learned to understand some of Angelus pain. He killed this girl, his sister, the first time without thought or care. He only regretted later, but was unable to change his actions. Now I have, and hopefully, I'm changing the demon Liam becomes.

Liam relaxes and his face returns too normal. "I understand, my Sire," he murmurs, looking shyly at me from under long lashes. He knows how to get me pacified after he's angered me. He flashes those dark eyes, smiles shyly at me, and I'm jelly. It's nauseating how he's got me worked out so quickly. How he knows to get what he wants out of me. I also know how to do the same to him, however. Give him a good pout and he'll drop his breaches anywhere.

All this time, Liam's father has be staring, wide eyed at his dead son. "Demon... vile thing... unclean..." he murmurs. There is terror in his eyes as he beholds what his son has become. "Yer are no son of mine, Liam," he cries. He lunges at Liam, attacking him with the hammer, which he'd been using to secure the cross to his door.

"Liam!" cries Kathy in warning, and Liam quickly jumps out his father's way. He drives his elbow into the old man's back and he collapses with a yell. Liam punches another fist into the back of his head, sending his father into oblivion. He's not dead, and Liam picks up his unconscious form.

All this time, I have held Kathy close to me, and not once has she tried to escape. She saw her brother's new face, but was not afraid. I also notice that I really hate anyone calling my childe - Liam. That's going to be a name only I'm allowed to use - that name I heard in his blood.

"Kathy, invite us in," I lean down and whisper into her ear. She's calm and I release her from my grasp. I half expect her to run, but to her credit she doesn't. She straightens her dress, turns to look at Liam, holding their father, and says in a clear voice:

"I invite you in, brother and friend."

Inside, Liam dumps his father's body into a chair in the kitchen. His mother runs in concerned about the noise and stares at her son. Liam says nothing, just walks away from his unconscious father and stands submissively behind me. His mother doesn't speak, just moves to her husband's side. I smell her utter terror and incomprehension. She is a simple woman, but I know she has to die. She never protected Liam from her husband's wrath. Kathy, is another story, she moves over and takes her brothers hand. Liam is shocked at her acceptance and moves closer to me. He doesn't understand her, or why she could still love him, even after seeing his true face. He doesn't believe anyone could want him, not even her at this moment. He's no longer her brother, but a vampire and my childe.

"Have you come for me?" Kathy asks her brother.

"Kathy!" her mother shouts in alarm.

"Sire?" Liam murmurs. He doesn't know what to do. His blood lust is calling for him to kill her, but the love he still carries for her refuses.

"Kathy," I speak to her calmly and directly, "It's best you go to your room. Things will happen here, and it will be better if you don't see. You won't be harmed." I pull her away from Liam and she does as I say.

I turn to Liam now. "You are my Childe, and family blood is the sweetest. Now taste it!"

I watch my childe using his remarkable grace to pounce onto his unsuspecting mother. His strong hands wrap around her neck and he bites into the jugular. He drinks her down in huge gulps, and when finished, breaks her neck with a satisfying snap.

"Murderer!" his father screams, now awake. He lunges at Liam, but my childe easily throws him back into the chair. "You are no son of mine!"

"That's where you're right," I answer calmly. "Liam is mine now. He's my childe and he's a fine one at that." I run my hand over his board chest, and he grins at me. I can't resist leaning up and kissing his lips. I taste the blood of his mother, and I can't help but slide my tongue inside his mouth, licking him clean.

"Liam, what have you done?" wails his father, staring at his son kiss another man.

I snarl at him, my anger changing my face to demon form. "You have no right to call him Liam, never let that name cross your tongue again, or I swear I`ll rip it out. He is Angelus, Childe of Spike, to you."

"Angelus?" murmurs Liam. He smiles and kisses my neck, staring at his outraged father. "I like it."

Liam stares down at his father, contemplating him, as he wraps his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder. "Strange - somehow he seemed taller when I was alive. Now, he's old and shrivelled."

"Liam, go pack your sister' things," I order him. He looks a little startled at my request, but obeys me. He gives a last look at his father, hatred burning in those dark orbs and then vanishes into the back rooms.

"Be gone, vile demon," Liam's father spits at me.

I laugh, grab a chair and sit astride it facing him. "You can't get rid of me that easily," I laugh at him. "There are things I want you to know before your death, and you will die at the hand of my Childe."

"What have you done to my son?" he cries, distressed and terrified of his own mortality.

"I, nothing. You did that all yourself. You drove him from his home and into the arms of death, my death. He came willingly to me, offered me his body and soul, and I accepted. Hell, who wouldn't, he's so fucking gorgeous. Then he has many other talents: drawing, kissing, screwing..." Liam's father shivers at my words and he looks away from my face.

"There is one thing I want you to know before you die," I lean forward and talk softly to him, making sure my childe cannot hear. "Liam was always destined to become a vampire, to become Angelus, the Scourge of Europe. He's destined to murder and kill for the next 150 years, then he's supposed to become en-soul-ed, and later a champion for the Powers that Be. The thing is - I'm not going to let that happen, he's going to kill, pillage and rape for many years to come. And so too will your daughter. I just wanted you to know that. When he kills you, you will understand that it was your hand that created this monster, and he's going to be the greatest vampire to walk the earth - thanks to all your hard work. Oh, after me that is."

Tears falls from the old man' eyes. He moans as Liam re-enters the room, followed by his sister, with her suitcase in his hands. I stand, taking Kathy' hand and turn to my childe.

"You know what to do," I turn to Kathy, "Little bit, go get your father's horses, we will be leaving soon." Kathy nods and leaves, not even glancing back at her father. There is no love lost there; the only parent she ever knew was Liam.

I watch silently, leaning against the wall, as Liam inspects his father. The old man weeps and trembles before him, tears staining wrinkled cheeks.

"Lord bind this demon now."

Liam laughs, "To think I ever let such a tiny, trembling thing make me feel the way you did."

"I pray ye, give me your protection, Father." Liam's father crosses himself, and in his eyes is true fear. Fear for himself, and maybe a little guilt for his past sins with Liam. He believes what I told him, believes that Liam will kill him, and he will know he drove his son to this end.

His words anger Liam making him lean closer, smelling his father's sweet stench of fear. I see the spark of gold in his chocolate orbs. "You told me I wasn't a man. You told me I was nothing - and I believed you. You said I'd never amount to anything. Well, you were wrong." Liam morphs into his true face, which is bloody sexy, and snarls at the old man. "You see, father? I have made something out of myself after all."

Liam pounces onto the old man, the force of his impact crashing them to the ground, the chair breaking beneath them. He tears into his father's throat, gorging on family blood. Liam drinks desperately, not wasting a drop of his parents' blood, until the old man is very much dead. But, just to make sure, Liam snaps his neck. He stands up, straightening his clothing and stares at his dead parents.

"Why do I feel empty, Sire?" he whispers, after a pause he says: "Have I defeated him?"

"You have killed him, but you can never make him approve of you." I don't know what to say to comfort my distressed childe. I've never really done this kind of thing. You know with being the big bad, you don't comfort, or care about anyone's feelings. I, for some strange reason, do care about him.

"Come, we will finish off the rest of the village and be on our way. We have to find a home for Kathy for the next few years, and then I will turn her."

"We will be a family?" he asks softly, his voice uncertain, but strangely hopeful.

He has never known the concept of family and truthfully, neither have I. Not with a family that wants to be together, that *cough* love *cough* each other. I lean forward and press my lips to his.

"Yes," I answer...

< Flash of bright purple light >

"I'm sorry, Spike, it didn't work," Willow shakes her head, and stands up from the floor.

What the fuck is going on? Where the hell am I? I look down at my hands. In one, I have a bag of lavender and in the other... a broken statue? I'm sitting in the same factory where Willow and I were before the time spell. I remember holding a broken doll's face, not this statue thing. What is happening?

"Look you'll just have to buy him a new one... oh, I forgot he made it. Okay! Then... Spike, just apologise to him, I'm sure you know how to do that," she laughs lightly.

I still haven't a fucking clue what's she is talking about. I look around us and the room isn't the same as when we started. There is no bed, no burned dolls on the floor. In fact, this place looks like it has never been burned. I check out my clothing, the same as I wore before, no difference there. Even Willow looks the same, but there is no Xander unconscious and bleeding from the head.

This is really pissing me off! I've decided to kill the little witch for messing up and bringing me back. I didn't want to come back! I jump to my feet and grab her...

"ARRGGG!" I scream, clutching my throbbing head. The pain literally drives me to the floor and I clutch my skull. I swear it's going to explode any moment, feels like a bloody bomb went off inside my brain. "What the hell?"

"Spike, what are you doing?" Willow picks up the spell book, and her ingredients. "Were you trying to bite me again?" she laughs, "You know you can't, the chip won't let you. Anyhow, I've got to go and see Oz. And about the statue, just apologise to Angel, okay?" She grabs her bags and leaves me, clutching my throbbing head on the floor.

What the hell is a chip? Why can't I bloody bite her? I could before the spell! I pull myself up and brush the dirt from my clothing. I pick up the discarded statue and turn it over. On the base is a name - Angelus, CofS. I have no idea what that means. Angelus, Scourge of Europe, makes pottery? What weird dimension is this? And what does CofS mean?

"What the fuck is going on?!!" I scream. I can't take this. I...

"Daddy, there you are."

A soft female voice speaks from behind me; I spin around and face the new arrival. Before me is a petite woman, long brown hair, large chocolate eyes, and pale perfect skin. At first I thought Drusilla, but in reality she looked nothing like her.

"Kathy?" I ask, unsure of my eyes. Surely it cannot be, this woman is a vampire, and probably around twenty when she was turned. She is a real beauty.

"What are you doing?" she asks in a stern voice. She grabs the statue from my hand and glares at me. "You broke it? What were you doing, playing with it again? You know he won't be pleased."

"What the hell are you talking about? Somebody, just tell me what the fuck is happening!" I almost feel like crying.

"You had Willow do a spell, didn't you? You know she's only just started with the whole magic thing. Doing the more complex spells, she's bound to make mistakes. Maybe even serious ones. What did she do, remove your memory?" Kathy glides towards me and gently strokes my face. I take her hand.

"Look pet, I just need some answers."

"I'm just in time then," answers a horridly familiar voice.

"Whistler - this is all your fucking fault!" I turn and grab the little demon by his revolting Hawaiian shirt.

"Go home, Kathy; Spike will follow in a moment." Kathy gives me a concerned look, but eventually obeys the demon.

"Where the hell is the place?" I scream, when she has left.

"You had better calm down, Spike."

Whistler picks up the statue and turns it over. "Angelus sure does fine work. And where you are is back where you started. You're in Sunnydale, the year is 1999. You got Willow to do a time spell, and it brought your present consciousness from 1753 back here. In time you will remember what happened in-between."

Huh? "Huh? Look, I was in Ireland in 1753, I turned Liam... then I was here."

"As I said, this second spell returned you back to 1999. This time, however, is different from the one you left."

"I still turned Angelus? I lived with him for 250 years?"

"Oh yes, you did all that. You turned Kathy at 21, and she joined your little clan. You were known as the Scourge of Europe for a long time, actually that reign of terror just came to an end recently."

"Oh, shit! Angelus got a soul!"

"Actually, no. You avoided that; you took him to America in 1890. He never killed the Gypsy, like he did the first time. He was never cursed with a soul. I tell ya, you really pissed the Powers with that little stunt."

"Then... I... I don't understand."

"You, Kathy and Angelus are chipped. It was going to happen in the other timeline in a few years, to you in any case. Because you changed time *again*, the Powers just made sure you got chipped a few years earlier. A certain Maggie Walsh created an experimental behavioural chip, it prevents you from hurting humans, and you three were the test cases. I found you all in New York three years ago, and offered a new life, working with the slayer. You agreed and came to live here. In the end, the Powers have come out on top, with three champions instead of one. Great, isn't it!"

Fuck! I really screwed up there, but at least Angelus never became that wimp Angel. A memory strikes me from the other time line, and I remember the very reason I did the time spell in the first place.

"Where's Drusilla in this time? Is she waiting for me?" I ask him, hopefully.

"Angelus never turned her. In fact, you never let him sire any Childer, you were always too jealous."

"What?! But I love her, don't I?"

"I think you had better go home Spike, and answer that for yourself. Your memories of this new timeline should come back to you soon." He throws me the broken statue, "Oh, and you'd better think up a good excuse for how you broke this." He laughs and cocks his fedora. "Just remember, you can never win against the Powers that Be, even if you did give us a good run for our money. Oh, home is the mansion now." He calls back, as he walks away.

I snarl at him as he leaves. Bloody Powers interfering with my Childer. I nearly won from the sounds of it. I nearly prevented them from having their warrior. Bloody do-gooders are always messing with my bloody life.

I make my way quickly over to the Mansion. I need to see how fucked up this timeline is. When I arrive at Crawford street, it`s very different from what I remember. It`s modern and well maintained, with new paintwork. The windows are painted black, and inside there is old, heavy furniture, with comfortable chairs. In the main room is a gigantic TV and sound system, before it a huge sofa. Over the fireplace hangs a old oil painting portrait. It's me. Me - in fine clothing of the 18th century, bleached blond hair, and I have this little smile on my lips. It looks like I'm smiling at the painter.

I turn my attention away as I hear noises in the other room, and I open a door following the sounds. Inside is an artist's studio. There are paintings, in oils and watercolours, line drawings and charcoals, statues and busts.

Standing before an easel is my childe - Angelus. He's naked from the waist up, and I can make out that infamous tattoo on his back. His body is spattered with paint from the portrait he's working on. It's a facial depiction of Kathy; so beautifully drawn that it looks real, as though if you touched it, you could feel the texture of her skin. Next to Angelus sits my daughter, talking to him as he paints, after a long moment of staring at them, she finally notices me.

"Oh, I'd better leave, brother," she says to Angelus. He quickly turns and gives me a strange look. "Good luck, Daddy," she laughs, as she passes me. Kathy leaves us alone and I can only stare at my childe. He's cut his hair, I notice. It's short and sticks up like Angel's did. He's not Angel, however, I can tell from the way he holds himself, and the leather jeans he's wearing. But is he still my Liam?

"Will, I found the statue you broke," he says, casually cleaning his brush.

"It was an accident."

"It was a present for Joyce, for selling a painting."

He sells his paintings? Wow? Angel never did that in the other timeline. Hey, it must have been my inspired influence. I wonder if he makes a lot of money?

"How much did you make?" I ask, just out of curiosity, really!

"30,000 dollars."

"Fucking Hell! We'll buy her a new present!" 30,000 dollars for *a* painting! Yes! I'm rich. Angelus rolls his eyes at me in a patient way.

"You wanna make it up to me?" he asks shyly, when I've finished my little victory dance.

Huh? He puts down his brushes and slyly moves over to me. I swear my heart beats when all his moves remind me of Liam. His long arms slide around my waist and he presses his bare chest against my clothed one. He leans down and presses a sweet kiss to my lips and suddenly, as if I've been without him for centuries, I crush my lips to his and kiss him fervidly. Fuck! He starts pulling at my clothing and we quickly rip it away with desperate hands. My hands pull his jeans down and I grasp his hard length.

"Will, my beloved mate," he groans. His mouth finds mine again and we kiss frantically.

Mate?! Angelus is my mate? Damn if this isn't one screwed up world. "Liam," I moan into his mouth.

"Yes, only Liam to you, always Liam."

I kiss him passionately, and he pushes me up against a sideboard. This feels very familiar. His hands run over my naked skin and gently tease my cock. He grins, as he moves down and takes it into his wet mouth. He licks and sucks with a desperation I'm feeling too. Suddenly, his hands move lower and I feel one long, thick finger pressing into my hole. The added simulation drives me over the edge, and I come flooding his month as Liam swallows greedily. He then flips me over and presses that monster cock of his into my anus. I tear around him, and my blood lubricates my passage, as he thrusts all the way in.

"Yes!" I scream. I never dreamed it would feel this good. He is large, stretching me wide open, and when he starts to thrust, he hits a blissful nub inside me. With each plunge, I feel I might die again from immense - unbearable - pleasure.

"My little slut," Liam growls into my ear. He chuckles, as he licks my throat.

"*My* little wench," I snarl back at him.

"You're the one over the sideboard," he answers back. He thrusts more violently, his fangs press into my neck and I know we are going to come soon. One, two, three more thrusts and I am done for. I scream his name, as my cool seed paints the wood beneath me. My inner muscles spasm and clench around Liam's length, and he follows me into ecstasy, his fangs breaking the skin of my throat as he casually laps at the blood that pools there. His body collapses against mine and he crushes me into the sideboard. I push him off and he slips out of my ass, falling to the ground with a slap.

"My turn," I laugh as push Liam front first onto the stone floor. I ram inside him, and he yells in pain. "My whore," I whisper into his ear. He starts to laugh, and I can't help but join him.

Hours later, when I'm finally exhausted from repeated shagging, I`ve decided that I might just like this new time line. My mate curls into my body and I know that I've always loved him. I know I love my daughter, Kathy too. Yes, life couldn't get any better. Now, I just have to find out how the hell I get these chips out. Time for a new plan; I wonder if Willow can do another Time Spell?

The End.