2: Contemplations

"William is coming," he told his people as he hung up the phone. He turned to look at the lobby and sighed as he hung up the phone. Something's happened and he needs to speak to me about something important."

"Do they know yet?" Cordelia asked. And her tall, dark boss shook his head as he looked down at a picture he'd been drawing. A drawing of Spike and Drucilla. On another page was a drawing of his mate, Wesley and on still another page was one of Cordelia herself with an image of Phantom Dennis watching over her.

"What are we going to do then?" she asked him as she saw him looking at a book. He was now too keyed up to draw.

"We hope it doesn't take long. Harris will be with them."

And Cordelia and Wesley both hissed. They both knew how very angry Angelus was about what had happened to Angel. They knew about the soul and what had happened to it in hell and what Angelus had done to save what was left of it. They had both known that this was not the souled vampire. This was a demon that had come to love and care for a soul and when that soul was hurt beyond the demon's ability to repair it, the demon had granted it rest. The demon had made a pact with The Powers That Be for the sake of the soul. No one else knew but those two who had chosen to work with him. One of who was now Mate of All and the other of which was Seer. Doyle had known too but Doyle ah told him that was the way of it. Doyle had also seen his own death.

Angelus stood looking at his sketchbook and his reading book/journal and all he could feel was the beginning of the anger that he always felt when he thought of what had happened to his poor Soul. He hated the boy that had done it. Hated Alexander with a passion for what his "Little White Lie" had caused. He wanted the boy punished and the Powers had told that it would happen one day.

Angelus was being patient.

He was standing thinking when Wesley's arms wrapped around him and hugged him from behind. Oh, his beloved Mate was the one who could leech the rage out of him and help him retain his calm throughout the meeting that was to come. The air in the lobby shifted and Cordelia smiled as Dennis made his presence known. Wesley had done a spell so Dennis could be wherever they were. Dennis liked exploring new places so sometimes Angelus would go to a museum or something just so Dennis could see it.

"How long do we have before they arrive?" Wesley asked.

Angelus looked at the clock. "A few hours, why?" he asked.

"Come on then," Wesley told him. "You need to relax. Cordy? Can you watch the office?"

"Sure, Wes," she said. She smiled as she saw him take Angel's hand and lead him up to his bedroom…their bedroom and she felt Dennis touch her. Dennis was her lover but for now, they had to watch over the office ad wait. And maybe soon, they could get this prophecy done so Angelus and Wes could go live a life worth living and she could go live wit Dennis. And those from Sunnydale could go o hell for all she cared. Well, except for Giles, Ethan, Dawn and Spike. And maybe Buffy's mom. Butt he others, Buffy, Willow and Xander could just burn in hell for all she cared. Really.

And so, Cordelia Chase, Seer to the vampire with a Heart, sat and waited for those who were coming. And she waited for once, patiently.

3: William's Trouble

They had come back down after a shag and a shower ten minutes before the doors to the lobby opened and the group from Sunnydale came in. Spike looked about as pissed off as Angelus had ever seen him. He was stalking and the barely controlled fury was obvious. Something had happened to make his favored angry. Something was terribly wrong.

"Sire," Spike said. "I need your help."

"What's happened, Childe?" Angelus asked.

"Prophecy of my heir has come to pass. Needed back in Scotland with you all."

"Your heir?" Angelus asked.

Spike nodded. "William's heir," Spike said. "I'm William."

"Those sneaky bastards," Angelus muttered. "Well, that explains why the payment for their boon to me was until this prophecy came to pass."

"Boon to you?" Xander asked.

"Yes," Angelus answered. "Oh, wait, you don't know. Boon to me because my soul was killed in hell and the torment in his/our mind was/is too much so I made a deal with the powers. Liam would be sent to Elysium and I would work for them until this prophecy came to pass. Yes, Xander, your little lie murdered a soul. How does it make you feel?"

"But, I," the youth began.

Angelus however, was not going to excuse it anymore. He had wanted to let this go but the Oracles refused to allow it so now he had to say all the things he'd bitten off saying after hell for Angel's sake. He looked at Buffy, Willow and Xander and his eyes blazed angry gold. "You three really are the most selfish little bastards I have ever met. When something goes wrong, the first thing you all botch about is how it affects your lives. Well, other people are affected by your actions. You killed my little brother! I would have let this go but the Oracles want you all held accountable for it. I don't know what it will be in Xander or Buffy's case but in your case Willow, you no longer have magic. I hope you all enjoy your fucking lives, I really do. Because after this, I never want to see any of the three of you again. William? When do we need to go?"

"Now if we can, Sire," Spike said. And Angelus nodded and herded them out to the cars and drove to the Floo network station in LA. This was going to be a fun trip he was sure.

Arriving, the let Giles demonstrate how Floo Powder worked and then Angelus went last before Spike. Spike took one last look at the US of A and then threw his Floo powder into the fire.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" He shouted and then stepped into the fire when it turned green.

Hell was coming for those who'd hurt his heir. They just didn't know it yet.