Boston 2000-An old, converted loft

Spike didn't know why he was here. Maybe because of
everything that had happened these past few years.
Maybe how his relationships had gone from bad, to
good, to death.

He hated humans, his reputation as a bad ass Vampire
was on the line here. But somewhere deep inside he
knew he'd be gone one day. One day soon, and he didn't
want to leave without passing on his life to another.

// Bloody sappy git!// Spike thought to himself, still
not believing he was doing this.

And the interviewer, a girl who he wouldn't have taken
the time to even bite a few years ago, was about to
know the most intimate details of his life.

Sighing at how much like his Sire he had become, Spike
sat down in the chair opposite the girl, propping his
legs up on the table between them.

"So you want me to tell you the story of my life, eh?
About my fucking miserable life?!" Spike finished with
a snarl, his anger draining when he faced the young
female reporter.

She was alright. Short brown/red hair tucking just
under her chin. Brown eyes like the poof, and some big
pouty lips. She was one of those too big for me
tops-top wearers and sat staring at his Vamped out
face, eyes wide in wonder.

"Well alright." Spike continued, not waiting for an
answer. "It all 'appened about a 150 years ago. I was
bloody wild then, much like now. Usually pissed,
coming from 'mi local pub', old Johnny me mate had
passed out right outside the doors. I just kept
walking, well. stumbling really."

Spike paused, his mind going back to the old times. He
missed the old times.

"You ever been to London, luv? Great place, at least
it was back then. All the bloody streets were narrow,
especially in the poor area. No lights, a stink that
could make you puke in a second.
It was bloody freezing that night, raining down hard.
Now back then being out in the rain was far more
serious than it is now. If you got sick it could be
life en death."

"So then what?" The young woman asked, her voice
coming off less sceptical than he would have thought.

"Well, I was too bleedin drunk to pick up my pace,
came out into the main, slightly wider street, right
into a gentleman. Can you believe that? Of all the
dirty thugs and poor people in London I walk into a
gentleman."

Spike stopped again, scoffing, as images of his past
became clearer. Details, scents and sounds flooded his
mind.

Details of the face of a beautiful brunette. The face
that would mean the end, and then the beginning of his
life.

*-*-*

"Watch where you're bleeding going, tosser!" Spike
grumbled as he fell back, the imposing figure of his
worst nightmare and most intimate dreams before him.

The man stared at him, his nose twitching at the acrid
scent coming from all around the diseased city.

"Oh no, that's fine, I'll help myself up." Spike
continued to himself, failing twice at standing
upright.

A large hand grabbed his arm on his third attempt,
roughly pulling him to his feet.

"Thanks mate." Spike remembered saying, with as
little sincerity as possible.

It was at that point Spike paused. He remembered
hearing a low growl, but thought it was just the
drink, and rain. Maybe a door creaking. A dog
somewhere nearby. Another growl, and then another
convinced him otherwise, as he looked up to see that
the
pale face of the man had changed. Large ridges now
adorned the perfect face, his brown orbs turning an
insidious yellow.

For some reason this didn't scare him. It should have.
It should have terrified the young man born in
Yorkshire. But it didn't. Maybe it was the booze, or
how the few streetlamps that were scattered around
this wider street lit up the beast's horse cock.

"That's some weapon you got there, mate!" Spike said,
his hand moving of it's own volition, caressing the
large mound.

Another growl, this time less threatening, more
catlike. A kind of purring that you'd only ever hear
from large jungle cats.

Looking up he gazed into the monsters eyes, his sight
locked in onto Spikes slender neck.

He stretched his pale feeding-chamber out further,
almost inviting the animal to take a bite. A low
rumble showed William the creature understood, before
cool lips began sucking on William's hot, wet neck.

"Bloody 'ell!" William sighed, sheer ecstasy running
through him with the feel of sharp, well cared for
teeth grazing his jugular.

Pushing further into the stranger's embrace he sighed,
feeling the life that ran through his body and flow
into the other mans mouth.

"Mmm..so sweet." Groaned out the dark haired man, in
between some messy suckling.

Will's eyes rolled back in his head as the life was
taken from him.

His heart was slowing, but his mind was racing.

// What was happening here? Why was he allowing this?
Why didn't he stop the attractive killer? Why did this
feel so good? Why did he want more? Why did he want to
take the mans blood in return?//

His thoughts finally died with his body at 1:22am, on
Friday 4th November 1849.

"Shuush, childe." Came a deep voice, strangely
soothing voice.

His whimpers grew weaker. He felt his body being
lowered
to the dirty, puddle filled street.

"You'll wake up soon childe." The voice continued,
blood now running from his cooling mouth.

*-*-*

"It was then that this once attractive, mysterious guy
opened his wrist up and allowed me the joy of feeding
for the first time." Spike sighed, reliving the event
all over again. "Of course," Spike continued. "Then I
found he was a great, bleedin poof!"

Part Two

Stars exploding, worlds colliding. None of this
happened as the icy corpse of William Bradly opened
his eyes.

Azure blue eyes were almost instantly replaced with
an evil gold upon awakening. He felt things, heard
things, could smell things that weren't even in the
room. Awoken only a moment ago, his mind was running
wild with the sensations. His hand stroked along the
silk sheets beneath him. It seemed his sense of touch,
too had been heightened.

// What 'appened last? I was pissed off me ed.
Johnny collapsed outside pub... then... oh, fuck no!//

Quickly sitting up he took in the room around him.
"How come I can see the bloody room in the dark?"
He said out loud to the empty room.

"Ah, sweet William. awake at last?!" Came a voice
from in front of him. "Angelus." Angelus continued,
pointing at himself. "I'm. . ."

"What the fuck?!" William growled out, interrupting
Angelus before he could continue.

Throwing down William's wallet on the bed beside his
irate
creation he continued to speak.

"So crass, sweet childe! Well, we have time to teach
you how to behave." He said, with a hint of pleasure
in his voice. Moving forward Angelus placed his cool,
soft finger onto William's equally soft lips. "I'm
going to teach you everything, Will." Angelus
continued, his voice soft and soothing. "We'll share
everything." He moved forward, his legs either side of
William's effectively straddling him. "Everything."
Angelus repeated, moving down to take his first kiss.

His first of many.

The kiss was savage, Angelus brutally biting into his
Childe's lips, tasting the blood of a newborn Vampire.

The intense pleasure shocked William. The taste of
copper-blood on his tongue was far from
repulsive...more addictive. He wanted more. More from
this man. More from his Sire, his mate!

He pulled back briefly, taking in the eyes of the
man who'd killed him. He never usually bedded down
men, not usually. Why did he feel less inhibited? Why
did he want to give himself up to the man before him?

He looked at the blood...his blood dripping from
Angelus' mouth, down onto his ivory chest.
He couldn't resist more than a second, seeing the
inviting smile before him. Pouncing forward he
captured Angelus' lips with his. Tasting himself, and
a little of Angelus mixed in.

"More!" Spike growled. "I want more!"

Angelus laughed, remembering the craving...the thirst
for blood and lots of it when he was first turned.

His laughter stopped however when he was flipped over,
and pinned beneath his Childe. Just made, and he could
tell young William would need plenty of discipline.
About to chastise his Childe for his actions, when he
heard the soft sound of purring. William purring.

Lifting his head slightly he watched, and felt his
young soon-to-be-lover expertly suck, bite, chew and
every other little thing possible to his nipple.

"Oh, Will" Angelus groaned, knowing his groan was,
even ever so slightly, a sign of submission from him.

William didn't seem to mind, as he moved over to the
other nipple, stopping at the feeling of Angelus arms
on him.

Feeling his Childe deserved this, he bared his throat.
The feedings from Sire to Childe were few and far
between for most vampires. It had been for Dru, and
for Penn. Somehow though, Angelus knew William would
be the exception.

Of course, Angelus thoughts were cut short when a
surprisingly gentle William bit into his neck. He'd
never known so much control from a fledgling, showing
Angelus his young William was going to be a danger to
watch out for.

William closed his eyes as the blood rushed inside.
Swallowing eagerly on the scarlet liquid. From the
moment he got his first taste he knew he was addicted.
An addiction that would never be broken. He could
almost see all his Sire had done in his dark years.
Could feel power beneath those gentle hands. The
murderer beneath the poet.

Angelus was feeling much the same.

He felt as his powerful blood was taken from his body
into that of his Childe's. Nothing more intimate than
the sharing of blood.

Blood is life.

The quiet suckling continued for several minutes,
growing stronger as the need for more grew.

Angelus was about to push William back when the
younger man pulled himself off.

Eyebrow raised, Angelus looked curiously at his
creation. William did the same as Angelus had only
moments before, barring his supple neck to Angelus
hungry onslaught.

The draining had left him weak, starved. He savagely
cut into his Childe's neck, ripping at the pale flesh.
Blood dripped down William's neck, but most was
greedily swallowed down.

Then, like William, Angelus stopped. Pulled back and
barred his throat once more to William. The vampires
shared in this pleasure several times before finally
resting. The giving and taking of blood worth more
than 100 orgasms.

When Angelus looked into the golden orbs across from
him he knew he'd found an equal. A partner in
slaughter. A mate for all eternity.

William was breathing deep after their intense
pleasures. A human trait that he did out of reflex.

// Ah, the young.// Angelus thought, seeing his Childe
looking from his abused neck, then into his sire's
eyes. Then back to the neck.

Sighing in defeat at the pout that had won him over
Angelus nodded his head, thanking the young
couple he'd eaten before coming that night.

William was back in no time at all, this time with
less care. The sucking had turned into a brutal
draining. The young man savouring the taste of his
master, his Sire, and soon- hopefully- his mate.

Angelus was surprised at how quickly William was
learning control. He knew the Demon within him was
strong, as strong as his but somehow he was
controlling it.

The joining of host and demon was never an easy one.
Only with a lot of time, patience, and care from his
Sire
would William learn to become the vicious killer he,
himself was.

Shock and yet surprise turned into a look of want and
lust when the man before him began to purr softly,
stopping occasionally to lick at the small puncture
wounds on his Sire's throat.

Arousal was coming from William in waves, and even if
it wasn't, the hard erection poking his was a
definite sign.

Smiling, he turned so he was facing William head on.
"What does my beautiful childe want now?" Angelus
teased, knowing all too well the need for release.

The need to mate was almost as strong as feeding at
this point.

A whimper was William's answer, as he laid back in
a submissive gesture.

"Oh, Will!" Angelus growled out, seeing the offering
before him for all it was. Beauty carved into human
form.

Perfection.

Leaning down, oh-so-slowly Angelus face changed. His
human visage coming out to play as brown eyes sparkled
in mischief.

"You're not gonna be able to stand for a week,"
Angelus whispered. "Or sit for a month." He finished,
a wide smile now on both men's faces.

Facing his childe now, moments away from touching
William's sweet, soft lips when a loud bang and then a
gruff voice rang out.

"Well well. I knew my sire had taken a new bitch, but
I didn't think he was shopping in the men's
section..again!"

"Penn!!!" Angelus snarled, turning to see his ignorant
Childe smirking in the doorway.

"What's wrong Angelus? Haven't told him what you get
the whole family gets?" Penn snickered. "Well then,
bitch." Penn spoke again, addressing William. "I'm
Penn, I'll be having you in a little while, no matter
how sore you are." He laughed. "Then after that I'm
pretty sure Dru will wanna have a piece, maybe even
Darla if you're good enough."

William snarled. He already knew he hated this man.
Hated him for talking to his sire like that. Hated him
for how he was speaking to him.

"Shuush, Will." Angelus soothed.

"Penn, get out of here. NOW!"

"Will do, sire!" Penn responded, humour thick in his
voice.

Despite the passion of moments before, the moment had
gone. The heat from the cold vampires had vanished,
leaving only a silent room, and two frustrated
vampires.

"anouuasatuker" William mumbled out.

"What?"

"I said, who the bloody hell was that fucker!" He
growled.

"Watch it your tongue, Childe!" Angelus countered with
a growl of his own, his Demon taking over.

"Or what?!" William challenged, the defiance clear.

"You'll see, boy. You'll see." Angelus answered,
loving how strong his Childe was already.

Part Three



The argument, which happened only minutes after Penn's
interruption, was long and brutal. Penn was bruised
and blooded by the end of it, finding it very
difficult, even with his vampiric healing, to walk
without wincing.

William wanted to laugh, but one look at
his still angry sire deterred any jeers he would have
made. Angelus was too incensed to tease right now. It
was strange though. After only several more beatings
Angelus had become a different person.

Striding across the large bedroom near where
William had awoken Angelus came close up to
William, shoving some clothes into William's chest.

"Put these on, boy. We're going to a party."

William breathed deeply, a shudder going through him
at the man's dominance over him.

"Thanks for the soddin heads-up, mate!" William
snidely replied, hoping to further
enrage his sire.

Hoping to see how far he could make Angelus go before
the breaking point.

Angelus growled, turning and almost pounced onto
William, his fangs sinking into William's newly healed
throat and draining everything he could before pulling
back. "You're lucky you taste too good to kill, boy."
Angelus grinned, his anger seemingly dispelled with
the feeding.

He placed his wrist to William's mouth, his eyes
closing in pleasure as the delicate needle-like fangs
sank into his wrist, the soft pressure of William's
cool mouth only adding to the pleasure. He pulled back
quicker than usual, only a small amount of the blood
he took being replaced.

"Get dressed." Angelus repeated.

William did as requested, muttering curses as he put
on the tailored to fit, expensive garments.

"Look after Dru, Penn!" Angelus ordered to his still
wincing Childe.

Penn did not respond verbally, giving only a nod in
reply.

Angelus, usually not tolerating such disrespect held
himself from further action. Something inside him
wanting to hide the utter-monster that lived inside
him. He wanted to take his newest Childe and teach him
to be like him. To instruct him in there ways.

His first Childe, much to his dismay was obsessed with
the past, his parents. The second was crazy, mainly
because of him but she wasn't totally sane to begin
with.

This time he wanted to get it right. He wanted a
companion.

He turned from Penn to see his childe struggling with
the buttons on his shirt. Angelus sniggered at the
sight. William had misbuttoned a button, meaning
all the others were put into the wrong holes.

"Will," Angelus spoke softly, his hands re-doing the
buttons that William had done only moments before.

William gulped. Angelus was so close that, if alive,
he'd be feeling warm breath about now. "Yeah mate?"
William asked, attempting to conceal his arousal.

"We're gonna be mixing with high-society tonight. I
know you know how to act, and how not to act in this
gathering heard...eh, mix of people." Angelus joked,
the man before him bringing out a warmer side he never
knew he had.

"Bloody hell! Why can't we just kill 'em? Pretending
we're something we're not.... bloody cow..."

"Because you're a newborn I forgive you questioning
me, this ONE time. I also know that you are not going
to finish what you were saying. Because Angelus,
Scourge of Europe has never once been called a coward,
or associated with one."

William nodded, his obedience placating Angelus' anger
instantly.

"So, who's gonna be there?"

"The figureheads of England's wealth. You will find no
one richer. No other group of people more cold, and
uncaring. They are everything a vampire is, without
the Demon."

"So I say my P's and Q's, chat with the pretty ladies,
and pretty men that want a piece?"

Angelus growled again, but it came out more protective
than angry. "That's about it. Tonight, the richest,
and most powerful woman...probably most powerful
person in England will be there. She's a beauty. Long
red hair, beautiful green eyes. It's been rumoured she
has children, but if it's true they aren't on this
isle. She's also married. A large man, square jaw. He
loves his wife, but it's well know to everyone that
it's the woman who handles her large estate, several
business' and everything else that may come up."

"So do you know her personally?"

"No. Only by reputation. I've been to several
engagements with her there, but she's also a powerful
witch. I could smell that before I was in the room. A
very strong Witch."

"You want the chit?" William asked, the jealousy
showing.

"No, Will." Angelus stroked his Childe's cheek,
soothingly. "I want to taste her blood. Witches are
best. Witches and the high society. Put both together
and you have the sweetest combination. We can share
her, Will. Would you like that?" Angelus questioned.


Willomina, or Willow as she preferred from her friends
was busily organising her party.

She was renowned for her parties. They were always the
best, because she was the best.

"NO, NO, NO!" She screamed, slapping the hands of one
of her servants. "I said I wanted fresh fruit. Not two
days old fruit. Understood?"

The servant stuttered a 'yes, lady.' and scrambled
off.

"Graham!" She snapped, turning from the large, oak
table.

Graham looked up from where he was straightening his
shirt to see his wife glaring at him. "Sorry honey, I
was just trying to get this," He indicated his shirt.
"Right."

Willow sighed, a few wide steps and she was in front
of
her husband. Although a lot taller than his wife it
was obvious to anyone who saw them that he was merely
a trophy husband. Well built, good looking.

Surprisingly however, this was not why Willow had
married him. Willow cared for Graham deeply. He wasn't
the smartest, but he had worked his way up from
peasant to troop in ten years, and that impressed
Willow. He was a fine example of how those no-good
filthy bodies laid out on the street, could pull
themselves together and do something.

It was those fucking beggars who were content to stay
that way that she couldn't tolerate.

"Honey, I told you to get ready over an hour ago!" She
said harshly.

Graham lowered his head like a child who'd done
something wrong and was caught. "Sorry, Will." He
said, his pout out in full force!

"Okay, fine. But you can't use the pout again this
week!"

Graham grinned and nodded, his shirt now perfect he
moved to a chair, watching proudly as his wife
arranged everything with precision he hadn't known
existed before he met Willow.

Willow's brief smile at Grahams antics had vanished
now. Her face stone, constantly chastising every
servant that came. All who had done what she asked
just a little under what she had asked.

Her eyes were almost glowing in anger in loss of
patience by the time the first guests were due to
arrive.

"That's it. I want the servants who will be helping
the guests up here now, and the rest of you get out of
my sight!"

-Over an hour later-

A lot of guests were now in and around one of the
large homes the Rosenbergs owned. It was a larger
crowd than she'd expected. All of them only the best
society had to offer. Rich from the colonies most of
them. Most of them were new money, only few guests
born from a long line of elequence.

"You really must come down to our country home some
time." An incredibly snotty voice said, causing Graham
to role his eyes yet again. He wasn't in the same
league as these people. He knew how to act because of
his wife. It was only her he loved. Only her he could
tolerate.

"Yes, that would be fun, I'm sure." Graham responded
dryly.

"That's what I told her. Then the silly cow believed
me, followed me home and..." The man continued, his
loud voice drawing several guests attention. Graham
watched on in interest as the man suddenly stopped
when a dark haired man's hand turned him around to
face
him.

Graham wasn't close enough to hear what was actually
said between the two, but his wife was.

She seemed to be stuck on the pair, approaching them.

"Well, I certainly enjoy a variety of...people at my
parties." Angelus barely held in a growl at how she
said 'people' her gaze focussed on his William.

"I apologise for my...brother's loudness. He has been
in Spain for several years. I cannot tell such a fine
lady how unruly they act in Spain, but it seems to
have disrupted my brother's manners.

"That's quite alright Mr...?"

"Bradly. My Lady. Angelus Bradly. This here," He
indicated William. "Is my brother, William."

"A pleasure...?"

"I'm Willow. " She said, far to brightly for it to be
real kindness.

"Well, Willow what can we do at these parties for
fun?" William teased, his coldness equalling that of
Willow's.

Both Angelus and William thought they saw her eyes
flash a black for a second, before returning to
normal.

"Well, we share our stories of recent happenings in
this growing world."

"Sounds great." William said again, his excitement at
her words less than believable.

"Well, I do hope you enjoy the rest of the evening,
and...Angelus." She turned to Angelus, her eyes
scanning him over. A predatory look in them for a
moment. "I do hope you enjoy my guests'....company."
She said.

Her pause between guests and company was not lost on
Angelus, as she turned and walked away. He turned to
look back at William but saw that his new favourite
Childe was already busy elsewhere. He looked as though
he was talking to a young man.

// Let the boy stretch his wings a little Angelus// A
voice inside yelled at him.

He did what the voice requested and moved on to talk
to several guests, none of which excited him enough to
kill them.

-Other side of the room-

The large ball-room was filled out now, many guests
dancing along with the cheerfull melodies being played
by the band up on some unused steps, out of the way.

There were servants all around the room, only a few of
them actually inteacting with the crowds, handing out
drinks. Most were along the walls and in corners,
holding trays for guests that came by.

Of course, William knew Angelus would disapprove him
talking to anyone who wasn't 'someone' but the young
man in one corner had caught his eye.

"So, pet. Why 're you here?" William charmed. He
wasn't
like Angelus, still too young to tell the difference
between blood-blood, and common street blood. His
human beliefs that if you loved the person that would
make the taste 'real' were still in full force.

There was no answer, and William was already becoming
impatient.

"Pet?" He asked, managing to keep the already growing
anger from his voice. Something about the brunette was
pulling at him.

"I'm not alowed to talk to the guests." The man
whispered. Looking around almost in panic, that the
Lady may have caught him.

"Well, you'll bloody well talk to me!" Spike growled
out, his Vampire visage on the verge of coming out.

The young man nodded, the fear for the man directly
in front of him out weighing that of the Lady at this
moment.

"So, pet. How old are you?" He questioned, starting
out
friendly, leaning himself against the wall, closing in
on the man as he sipped at his champagne.

The only answer was a blushing face.

"Pet?" William asked again.

"I don't know. My parents died before I could know
them. I wasn't old enough to know my age when they
died. My grandparents died before my next birthday
came, but igrew up there. Worked on the farm that had
been left to me. But then, a few years ago i had a
terrible crop and Lady Willow bought the farm from
me." Xander finished, realising how much detail he'd
given to the mans question.

Blushing again he went back to being quiet.

"So what's you're name?" William continued, the boy's
sad tale was upsetting him. An emotion, up until then
he had yet to experience.

"Alexander." He rushed out.

Alex new he shouldn't be talking to anyone. the Lady
has specifically told him not to speak at all. He was
to stand in the corner, holding a tray of drinks for
any passers by. The only time he should move was to
refill hi tray. He was nervous, didn't want the Lady
to catch him speaking, despite the goodlooking
gentleman before him.

"Unusual name, pet. I'm William."

Alex nodded in acknowledgement, flushing once more. He
wasn't used to anyone paying special attention to him.
Just a little taller than the man infront of him, he
was well built, muscles grown from the farm he worked
constantly at, putting his lifes blood into msaking it
a success. His thick, fark-brown locks fell into his
chocolate depths. His well structured face was nothing
compared to the amazing bone structure of the man
before him.

William sighed, wondering why he wasn't just giving up
and going to eat what Angelus had called 'the best
main courses in the country'

// Because he's a cute young un, that's why// A voice
inside argued for Alexander.

The boy was a beautiful sight to behold. A face that
just called out for attention. Eyes that would make
you walk the world if the man asked it of him. He
wanted him.

"YOU!" A voice screamed, snapping William out of his
thoughts.

Most of the guests were now quiet with the outburst.

It was Willow, heading towards them quickly. William
turned back to his quiet friend to see him shaking,
quivering in fear at the small, fragile looking woman
heading towards them. He could smell the fear coming
off the man in waves.

He was angry. Angry that this silly chit was causing
this with just a scream.

"What did I tell you, filth?" Willow screamed into
Alex's face. "I
said....YOU-WILL-NOT-TALK-TO-THE-GUESTS. I know you
cannot read, cannot write, cannot tell the time,
cannot count, cannot spell but I thought understanding
the simple instructions I give would be easy enough
for you? Was I wrong, you worthless piece of trash?
WAS I?" She screamed, demanding a response.

Her face was flushed, the rage flowing through her.

"Excuse me, pet." William interrupte

Willow's eyes burned in anger at William's words.
"PET?
I am not your pet, William Bradly. I am not, nor will
I ever be! You will move away and allow me to
discipline my servants as I see fit." She said, her
voice losing none of its anger.

She turned back to Alex, who was still stood shaking.
William was about to say something again when Angelus
once again turned him around and began speaking
quietly.

"You allow people in this class to handle
their own, understood." Angelus instructed. He was
angry at his Childe for bringing this embarrassment on
him. Disappointed. He thought 'this' Childe would move
into the way of life quickly.

Growling quietly, William remained a silent observor.

"I said do you understand?"

"Yes, all bloody right? I understand." William
snapped.

He turned again to see Alex, who was stuttering
out apologies.

"I don't want to hear it. Go below stairs. I don't
want to see you again, understood?"

"Y-Yes." Alex replied.

The guests began to chatter again, none of them
batting an eye at how Willow had dealt with her
servant. It was common knowledge. Some were lenient,
some were harsh to their servants.

William was torn. He already felt deep feelings for
this man. He didn't know what those feelings were, why
he felt them. He thought Vampires were evil, couldn't
feel anything for humans. That was wrong, he knew that
now. He loved Angelus, why couldn't he care for a
human. Wanting to protect the young man was burning
strong within him. In that moment when he could have
done something but Angelus stopped him he was angry.
He hated Angelus in those few seconds. More than he
ever hated anyone.

Willow would pay for treating what was his.

Alex wasn't his. He was a meal. That's what Angelus
though at least, but William knew better. He wanted to
play with this one, his first victim. He thought that
this is how you felt for all your prey. Attached.
Angry when someone else threatens what is yours and
yours alone to threaten.

He didn't know that deep down he was feeling things no
respected Vampire would feel for a mortal. And not
even a rich, high-class mortal, but a farm boy. Who
couldn't even read or write.

The party after that winded down, Angelus and William
leaving towards the end.

He was hiding everything going through his mind from
Angelus well, hoping that his sire would not go on
about tonight anymore.

He had to play this cool. He wanted his prey back.

TBC