TITLE: For All Time (1/1) AUTHOR: Tienco (tienco@msn.com) COUPLE: William/Angelus, Spike/Angel ;) RATING: R. . .maybe NC-17, but more like R DISTRIBUTION: My site!! www.oocities.org/tienco_21 and various lists. Ask if you want it, I'll let you have it. Oh, Kylia, and Jai can always have it. . .if I've given you permission for something else, you are welcome to this. DISCLAIMER: All belongs to Joss Whedon. Gosh, I wish I were Joss. I'd have such a good time with Spike. . .and Angel. . .and Xander. . .and Graham. . . and Lindsey. . .throw Willow and Faith in there and it's a party!! FEEDBACK: Of *course*. Makes me write more. SPOILERS: Anything is up for grabs, though it's AU. SUMMARY: Angelus loses his soul. . .what does he do from there? NOTES: I was watching Angel the other night and wondered what would have happened if Angelus would have went to William and Dru instead of totally fleeing after getting his soul? DEDICATION: To my dedicated cheering section: Jinni, Neko, MP, Kylia, Inell, umm. . .and everyone else that loves my stuff. *~*~*~* Angelus ran into the street, his mind swirling. All those screams, the agony. . .Darla didn't want him anymore, because of the fucking soul. < She did it, > he thought. < She gave me the gypsy girl. > He inhaled, knowing there were people by. < Food, > his demon sang. < I have to eat. . . > A few minutes later, he came out of the alley, his anger palpable. He couldn't even kill anymore. "Where am I going to go?" he asked softly, tears streaming down his face. He thought about all his choices, his mind finally settling on his only option, other than running from Romania to hide in an alley until he was dust. He only hoped that it would work out. . .that William wouldn't turn him away. *~*~*~* "Bloody hell. When are Angelus and Darla returning again?" William the Bloody asked, glancing at his 'sister' Drusilla. He loved her, but put up with more for Angelus than for himself. Her visions drove him crazy and the way she danced around. . .but Angelus loved her. Not like he loved William, but he did love Drusilla. He enjoyed her visions, and enjoyed babying her. Drusilla spun around in the street, her arms spread wide. She giggled. "The stars say that Daddy isn't coming home, William." William blinked. "Excuse me? Not coming home?" "Not like he was. He will come home differently." "Differently how?" William asked, grabbing Dru harshly. She whimpered under his grip. "I don't know," she pouted. "The stars didn' t tell me that, and Miss Edith isn't telling me anything." William growled angrily. "Come on. Let's get back to the mansion." *~*~*~* William's game face instantly fell into place when he walked into the home he shared with Angelus and Drusilla. He could feel his Sire, but the feeling was different. It wasn't as strong as it usually was, and he could feel intense sadness through their bond. He heard soft crying in the corner. "Angelus?" "William, what is it?" Dru asked, looking over his shoulder. "Dru, go upstairs." "No," Dru said defiantly. "I want to be here." William spun around, roaring, "GO UPSTAIRS!" Dru pouted, tilting her chin up. "I'm going upstairs. Miss Edith needs me." She grabbed her skirt, hiking it up slightly, and walked upstairs. As soon as he heard the door slam, William turned around, going to his Sire. "Sire?" he asked softly. "Sire, what is it? Why do you cry?" Angelus looked up at him. "William," he whispered, his throat closing over his sobs. "They scream so loudly in my head." William cocked his head. "Angelus, what are you talking about?" He dropped to his knees, running his fingers through Angelus' dirty hair. He was amazed that Angelus had let himself get into such a soiled state. Angelus prided himself on looking good at all times. "Darla," he whispered. "She gave me a gypsy girl, for my birthday." He looked down, tears filling his eyes. "She. . .they gave me a soul, William." William blinked, sitting back. "A soul? You have a soul?" Angelus turned, looking away from the angry look in William's eyes. "Darla wanted to kill me," he said, his voice soft. "She turned me away. My own *sire* turned me away." "That bitch," William swore. "How could she do that? How could she turn you away when you need us the most?" Angelus looked up at him, tears streaming down his face. "Are you going to turn me away too?" he whispered. "Never," William swore. "I will never turn you away. I love you." He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Angelus. Childe and Sire stayed there, holding each other for longer than either knew. *~*~*~* "Daddy's going to be sick if he doesn't feed soon," Drusilla whispered, glancing up at William. They were standing at the door of Angelus' room, watching the older vampire toss and turn on the bed. He was asleep, but very obviously having nightmares about something. William scowled. It had been a week since Angelus had returned. He hadn't hunted with William and Dru, nor had he eaten anything. "Dru, I have to talk to Angelus." "He won't talk to you, William. He isn't talking to me." William looked at Dru, a look of sadness crossing his features. Angelus felt bad about what he had done to the girl when she was mortal and couldn't bring himself to talk to her. He had, however, talked to William at great length every day while Dru was tucked away safely in bed. "Go on, Dru. Go hunting. I'm going to stay in tonight." Dru looked at William, a frown marring her beautiful features. "Won't you be hungry?" "I'll be fine. But if you want, you can send back some food for me. Have a couple of the minions go with you." Dru leaned up, kissing William's cheek. "Please tell daddy I love him." "I will, Princess," he said softly. He waited till she was walking downstairs before walking in the room and shutting the door. He went to the bed and sat in the chair beside it, running his fingers over Angelus' neck. "Angelus?" he asked softly. Angelus woke up with a start, gasping. "William," he whispered. "It was horrible. . ." Tears filled his eyes. "They were screaming, crying for release. . ." William looked away, saddened by the fact that his Sire, the most important person in the entire world to him, couldn't enjoy the screams anymore. "Sire, you need to feed. You will waste away." "I. . .I can't, William. I can't hurt anyone. I can't bring myself to it. My demon is roaring, but the soul. . ." William turned back, holding out his wrist. Angelus looked up at him, mildly shocked. William was his favorite childe, and Angelus had drunk from him more times than he could count, but the young vampire rarely asked him to. Most of the time it was in the heat of passion. "Feed," William demanded. Angelus licked his lips, thinking of his childe's blood running through his veins. He didn't feel guilty about the thought of biting William. There was no way he could kill him, so what could be the harm? He chewed his bottom lip, then smiled slightly. He pushed William's arm away. "Sire!" William cried, angry that Angelus would deny him. Then before he could continue his tirade, Angelus reached up and grabbed his childe by the back of the neck, pulling him down. He sunk his fangs in the younger vampire's neck. William shuddered against Angelus, thankful that he'd decided to take blood from the neck. It was much more intimate, and didn't hurt like it did from the wrist. He stretched out, grinding his pelvis against Angelus' leg. He was quickly becoming hard, as his Sire's bite always did that to him. Angelus pulled away, looking at William in awe. "After. . .after all this, you still want me?" he whispered, shocked, and somewhat touched that his childe still felt anything for him. William grinned at him, a dazed look in his eyes. "Of course, Sire. You are. . .you are everything to me." "But the soul. . ." "Sod the bloody soul!" William exclaimed. "You are still my Sire. You are still the one I love." Angelus blinked back tears at the moment. His William still wanted him. "William, can you handle having a Sire that might be dependant on you? And one that will ache every time you kill?" William grinned. "I might even stop killing for you," he said softly. "You love me that much?" he whispered. William ran his lips along Angelus' face. "Of course I do, Sire. You are my bloody world." The two embraced, renewing passions once again. *~*~*~* Spike nodded at the redhead that stood before him. "Yea, pet. We are bloody here to help." Willow Rosenberg blinked in shock. "But. . .but. . .you are. . .and then you are. . ." Angel sighed, rubbing his face. "We are vampires, yes, we know. But we won 't hurt you. Any of you. We want to help you take out the Master." Spike snarled, thinking of the fact that Darla was in town. Over the years, he'd hardened towards everyone but his Sire. Of everyone he'd ever met, he hated Darla the most. He was looking forward to driving a stake into the bitch. Buffy flipped her hair over her shoulder, eying the tall dark vampire. He might have been something she was supposed to fight, but he was *gorgeous*. "You won't kill us?" she asked. Angel glanced at his childe, repressing a grin. "Spike might try, but it's all in good fun. He's a mischievous one like that." Spike growled at the Slayer. "Yea. I just want to bloody stake Darla. She pissed me off a hundred years ago." Angel wrapped his arm around Spike's shoulders. "It's ok, Spike. You'll get to stake her. I'll make sure of that." Spike smiled at his Sire. It had been a century, and things had changed dramatically from what they were. Angelus and William faded away, remembered only in fond memories. Angel and Spike took their places - Angel much gentler than he ever was as Angelus; while William hardened his exterior enough to survive for the both of them. Dru drifted, finally falling in love with another vampire - yet the three still remained in touch and met every couple of years. The Powers That Be had decided Angel and Spike should use their talents for good, directing them to a little town called Sunnydale. CA. There, upon the Hellmouth, the two vampires would help the Slayer and her friends fight evil. No matter what happened, or how much the two vampires changed, one thing remained the same. They loved each other as much as, if not more, than they did the moment they met. They were bonded together, and would be, for the rest of eternity. END.