Title: Am I Evil? (4/16)
Author: Kylia
Email: kylia_bug@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Nobody belongs to me, unfortunately. They belong to Joss & Mutant Enemy, and a few other people I don't know.
Rating: R
Spoilers: Everything up to "The Initiative". The story starts during the dorm scene from The Initiative; it's my own twisted world after that.
Category: Willow/Spike
Summary: What if Spike had never been implanted when he visited Willow in the dorms?
Distribution: Fire & Ice, WitchFanFic, Of Sire & Childe, anyone else, ask, and you shall receive
Author's Notes: having a bit of Writers Block. Hoping this will help.
Dedication: To Inell, who knows how I feel.

Cordelia watched Angel as he finished his breakfast and washed his mug out. She waited for him to join her at the dining room table before she broached the subject she knew had been on both their minds since her vision earlier that evening.

"So, we go to Sunnydale?" She asked quietly.

Angel looked up at her, his face expressionless, but his eyes held a hint of sadness. "Yes."

"Why do you think they've come back?" Cordelia asked, wondering what could bring the vampire couple back to Sunnydale after all these years.

Angel shrugged. "I'd like to think it's just a coincidence. That they haven't come back for…" He trailed off not wanting to voice his concerns.

"For revenge?" Cordelia asked. She shook her head. "They don't have any reason.

Angel placed a cool hand over one of her warm ones. 'Delia, they're vampires. They don't need a reason." He reminded her softly.

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "I know that mister states-the-obvious, but if that was the reason, why wait so long? Why come home now?"

Angel furrowed his brows in thought. She had a point. "So, why do you think they've come back?"

Cordelia thought about the question, and what might have happened to bring the couple back. "Something's changed." She stood up. "We should get going." She turned back to her lover. "I assume you want to be there before them?"

Angel laughed as the amused expression on her face. She knew him too well. "Yes, Love, get packed. I'll call for a flight."

Cordelia left him alone in the dining area as she went to go back a couple of bags for their trip. It would be a long trip and an even longer visit in Sunnydale. The couple hadn't been back there in nearly seven years, not since they had moved from Los Angeles to New York.

They had moved their business from one city of lost souls to another. Their mission hadn't changed, just the scenery. They still saved lost souls. Angel still worked for redemption, and she still suffered skull-splitting vision headaches. Not much had changed.

She wondered what would happen when they arrived in Sunnydale. Angel hadn't wanted anyone to know the truth. He hadn't wanted to hurt them with the knowledge of what Willow had become. He let them believe what they wanted. That she had run away, fled Sunnydale like a lost child.

He didn't tell them that she had died. That she had became a vampire, a creature of the night. That she hunted with a passion Angel himself had not seen in over a century. That she killed without thought, without mercy, without remorse. That had sired three childer of her own. In essence he lied. No not lied, omitted. It was a decision he had not regretted, not once in the past decade, but one he knew he would be forced to explain.

It is said that everything comes full circle. If that's true, this was their moment.

Willow stepped out of the car and took a look at the house. It was large, and secluded, covered on all sides by heavy vines, which would keep the sunlight out. She opened the front door and took a step inside. She could feel the night's breeze as it wafted through the house. She noticed one wall was filled with an incredibly cheery mural, covered in bright, sunny flowers. She turned around and faced Spike who was watching her for a reaction of their new home.

She smiled. "Home Sweet Home." She nodded to Christian, who was standing just behind Spike, awaiting instructions. "I want the wall repainted. Now." She pointed to the offending mural.

Christian nodded and headed up the large staircase. "I'll check the other rooms."

Spike chuckled. "That's what I like about him. Always thinking ahead."

Willow laughed. "Well, after that time in Calgary, he doesn't like to make the Mistress cranky."

She pushed Spike violently against the staircase banister and devoured his lips with her own. When she pulled away she had a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Shall we christen the place?"

Before Spike could reply, Melanie entered the room. "Mum."

Willow turned around, her eyes glowing gold at the intrusion.

"Sorry." Melanie apologized, but Willow could tell from the look in her eyes she wasn't.

"What is it?" Willow asked impatiently.

"Grandfather called" She told them somewhat nervously.

Willow waved her hand away dismissing Melanie and then turned to Spike. "He'll be coming." She whispered. "Delia would have told him we were coming home."

Spike nodded. "You sent her the vision?"

Willow grinned. "Well what's a family reunion without all of the family?"

Malvicon paced angrily in his cave. His servant had disappeared. It had been several days since he'd heard anything from her, and he feared she had died. Her death didn't mother him as much as the concern of whom may have killed her, and whether or not she had told anyone of his plans.

She was a special breed, and very few people could have accomplished her death, without him finding out about it. That fact alone bothered him more than any other. If she was in fact dead, and had died after revealing his plans, would he have to deal with her killers? Or had she simply run away? Or worse still, had she been taken from him? Her gifts stolen by her would-be killers? In any case, he didn't have the luxury of speculation. He needed to do what he came for and leave. Sunnydale was no longer safe for creatures of the night. The Slayer and her cohorts had seen to that.

But soon, it wouldn't matter. They would all be dead, and evil would rule the night once again.




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