William looked at the sleeping men, disgust in his eyes. They were nothing more than weak mortals. He glanced at Angelus, raising his left eyebrow. He cocked his head to the side, waiting for permission to move. Angelus nodded silently, hearing the low bird call that meant JB had killed his mark. The two vampires moved through the night, towards the sleeping men. William was trying to think of the most painful way to kill the Clay boys themselves. It seemed almost a shame to simply break their necks. From what he had heard they had spread a reign of terror throughout five states. The idea that they had killed those kids, raping the little girl, well, that to him made them more inhuman than any of his kind.

Angelus closed his eyes, listening to the steady beating of his victims' heart. He licked his lips, the thrill of the hunt raising his demon. He glanced at Spike and felt himself hardening as he saw the yellow flashing in his childe's eyes. He moved quickly, pinning his prey down. His hand covered the man's mouth, watching as eyes flashed open. He felt the fear and smiled, his fangs glinting in the pale moonlight. He leaned down, whispering, "You should have kept on riding. Never stopped at that farm house the other night. Did you enjoy it? I hope so, because it's the last thing you're going to remember before you die."

William glanced at Angelus and saw his sire's fangs buried in the man's neck. He listened as the heart beat stopped, the man dead beneath his sire. He looked at the man underneath him, deciding that this one could scream just a bit. He looked at Angelus, "I want to hear him scream, for Willow."

Angelus smiled, licking the blood from his fangs. "I wouldn't complain. JB is in position. By the time those boys inside wake up, this one will be dead and we'll be waiting for them."

William smiled, glad he had received his sire's permission to play. He nodded at the man, "Hold him for me, will ya Peaches?"

"Of course," Angelus said, moving to hold the man down that was struggling against them. He almost laughed, wondering if this puny human thought he had a chance of escaping. "And don't call me that."

William laughed, standing and looking at the human. He glanced around, a light entering his eyes as he saw the perfect tool. He moved towards the train tracks, reaching out and picking up three stray railroad spikes. He turned towards the human, inhaling the scent of fear those pieces of metal caused in the man. He put two in his pocket, bringing the other to his mouth. "I can't wait to taste your blood you miserable bastard."

Angelus saw the gleam in William's eyes, having not seen such strong blood lust in those pale blue eyes for many decades. He glanced at the object in William's eyes and smiled, "Quit playing with him, Spike. Go ahead and kill him. We've got three more waiting inside."

"Spike?" William looked at his sire, smiling slightly. "Aye, Peaches. I hear you."

He moved down, pushing the stake into the man's heart. He closed his eyes briefly, listening to the man's scream. Smiling at his sire, he shrugged, "I've decided I'd rather not taste him. Probably sour."

"Let's go find JB," Angelus said. "We get to have fun with the last three."

William laughed, "Yeah, I hope they scream louder than this one did. Complete waste of a spike."

"I'm sure we can make them scream," Angelus said, flashing his childe a smile as they moved towards the station house. "Between the two of us, Willow might hear them back in Harrington."

"Three more to kill then we can go back to our Red," William said, smiling. "So, Spike eh?"

"You don't like?" Angelus asked.

"Actually, I do. Fits me, in a way," he said, grinning. "Come on Peaches. JB might think we've been staked."

"Only three more then we can go home," Angelus said, sighing as he and William headed into the station, demons at the front as they began to slaughter the remaining three members of the gang.