Rated: Hmm... I hate rating stuff R. It makes me feel so dirty! And I hardly rate anything R, so lets say... mature audience. We are talking about Angelus here, right?
Disclaimer: I own didly squat! So Raspberries! Raspberries! Respberries! And I don't care if I spelt that wrong, so there! Humph!
Spoilers: Let's see.... if you don't know go back to my first posting of this series and read what I have there.
Dristibuation: On any B/A fic site, I don't care, just let me know, okay?
Summery: Hmm? I wonder... perhaps if you read the title? hmm??

Budapest, 1898

Spike, "William the Bloody," had made quite the impression on the vampire, and human world. He learned quite a lot from Angelus and Lilith, though he tended to be even more cocky than Angelus, if that was possible. And he would cause a commotion every now and then.

And he mostly infuriated Angelus when he would slaughter on open ground.

But, they were a family. A disfunctional family, but a family nontheless.

"You got a gypsy?" Spike asked, eyes wide as he stared at the girl. Her wrists were raw from rubbing against the ropes, and there were wounds almost every where. He laughed, "That's rich!"

"She wondered away from her home..." Lilith replied, stroking the cheek of the dead gypsy girl, "I had to welcome her with open arms..."

"We shared her," Angelus said, watching Lilith, "If you hadn't been running around so late, you might have been able to watch."

Spike rolled his eyes, flopping down on the bed, and glancing at Angelus, "Well, then, I guess you all won't mind me polishing off a few more later on, eh?"

Lilith smiled, "Of course not, dear. Have your fill,"

Spike smiled, "Thanks Grandmum."

Angelus chuckled.

"Y'know," Lilith sighed, "For a grandmother, I don't think I look so bad..." She tilted her head to the side, swaying slightly, wanting to dance after their wonderful kill.

She was about to suggest to her childe if he wanted to join her when a aching feeling went through her body, and she gazed at her boys.

She swallowed, and slowly sat back down next to the girl, staring at the blood stained lifeless flesh.

Angelus walked toward her, "What is it, Lilith?"

Lilith looked up at him, confused.

"What's the matter, pet?" Spike asked, sitting up on the bed now.

"Nothing," Lilith shook her head, taking the outstretched hand Angelus held out for her and standing again. She swallowed, "I don't know what just happened."

"It's probably that gypsy blood," Spike commented, lifting up the dead girl's arm and dropping it down again, "It's filled with who knows what kind of filth."

"Are you sure you're all right, love?" Angelus asked again. He had seen the way she had reacted eariler. She often acted that way just before something happened. Never knowing what it was, just that it was a feeling. She had said several times before how she felt awful, before Holtz had attacked them, before they had been chased by a mob, and before a women had walked in on them feeding off of a child.

Spike stood, "Why do you plan on doing with the body?"

"Returning it," Angelus replied, then looked back at Lilith.

She gazed up at him, "I'm fine." Then gazed down at the dead girl.

"Fine..."

Spike shrugged, "Why don't we head back to her lil' home, eh?" He pulled her up, "I wanna make me a gypsy vampire!"

Lilith sighed, "Oh, William..."

"What?" Spike asked, watching his sire and grand sire walk out of the room.

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"Nici mort nicin al fintei Te invoc, spririt al trecerti ..."

The forrest was lit by camp fires, blanketed in the darkness of the night. The two lovers ran. Fear coursing through their veins.

"Reda trupului ce separa omul de animal..."

They gasped, tumbling to the ground, then running away... far away from the camp as fast as they could, leaving behind the light in exchange for the darkness.

"Cu ajurtorul acestui magic glod de cristal...."

Lilith screamed, falling to the ground, limp as Angelus was thrown to his knees. Hee shook as he felt something go threw him, and gazed at his fallen lover. Her eyes went wide and then a brillance of light flashed inside, but he couldn't remember, for he fell forward as pain, the pain hit him full force.

They layed limp on the ground for several minutes before Angelus groggily lifted his upper body, his hands deep in the soil. He glanced around his surroundings, "What..."

"Father?" He heard a female voice start behind him, and turned to see a blond women laying on the ground, one hand next to her angel like face, the other laying on her chest.

He frowned, she was not Beth... the whore he would always meet at night... Where was Sandy Burns? His best friend? The man who would work himself into a grave at the docks, fishing all day and smelling of that and whiskey after they had their fill at Mistress Marie's...

The girl slowly, got up to her knees, and looked at him, scared, "I don't--"

Then they both gasped as images flashed before there eyes, along with the feelings.

"No..." She whimpered, tears falling in massive sizes.

He shook as his victims flashed before his eyes. Victims like his sweet, dear sister, Kathy. His mother... father... Victims... servants... ladies... men... children... even, oh God... babies.

The gypsy girl so innocent... he had done it all...

"Oh, no, no." His guilt was unbearable as he ran his hands through his hair, trying to make the images go away, "No!"

They cried, but not together. They cried and weeped over all the people they killed... all they people they tortured... all the lives they destroyed... all the lives they snuffed out... playing God...

When they finally calmed down, they gazed at each other, both startled and frightened. Unsure of what to expect from the other. They stood at the same time, shaking slightly. Finally, Lilith broke eye contact and ran, ran as fast as her legs could move.

Angelus did the same.

Not knowing what to do... where to go...

What he was.

What she was.

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1997

"Oh, sure, cry..." A man dressed in a shiny multi-colored shirt, leather jacket, velvet green pants, and a cheeta hat sighed, "But when you think about it... what good are you doing here? Sitting on your butt! I mean, c'mon! You couldn't even make it three rounds with a fruit fly... let alone a vampire..."

"Why are you bothering me?" The shadow figured demanded, "Who are you?"

He sighed, "My name's Whistler, kid... and I'm here to make you chose." He adjusted his hat, "See, you got a choice... you can either be an even useless thing than you are already... or you can do something... you can go out into the world... make amends." "What if I don't want to?"

Whistler shrugged, "Then I guess you can go back to your mopen... and let them take over... and let her die... its gonna be rough... it ain't easy neither... if I was you, I'd think really hard about this one..."

The figure gazed at him.

Clearing an itchy throat, the figure stepped into the light, "What do I have to do?"

Whistler smiled, "Just gotta follow me, my friend... follow me, and lets get you cleaned up..."

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