Disclaimer: Angel, Cordelia, Wesley and all other characters of "Angel" and/or "Buffy" that may appear in this story don't belong to me, unfortunately...otherwise Doyle would still be around...However, the characters of Virginia (not the one from Guise will be Guise) and Mnemosyne (sort of) belong to me, please ask before you use them…or at least my characterization of Mnemosyne.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I got the idea for this story from an RPG that I used to co-moderate with one of my best friends, Liz. It got the ideas churning in my head and this is the result. Any questions, any at all, can be sent to me at any time. And let's say that the sister featured in "The Prodigal" wasn't the only sister that Liam/Angelus/Angel had? What if one of his sisters was visiting a friend of the family's when Angel was changed and thereby escaped death? Also, this takes place around three months after "The Prodigal". And I don't watch "Buffy" (SMG annoys the hell out of me about 90% of the time,) so please forgive any information that I have gotten wrong.

PLEASE READ THE BELOW FIRST!

I wrote this story before Lorne actually got his name and he was known simply as The Host. That's why I referred to him that way. Please do not comment about that. I know his name now, this was written way back in Season 2.

Secondly, as for Kathy...I kind of didn't want to deal with a child vampire (think Interview with the Vampire...I like Kirsten Dunst, but her character was beyond creepy.) Plus I don't think that she would have turned out that warped so I invented Virginia. Kathy probably would have wanted to join Angelus' little family, seeing as how Kathy positively worshipped him. The character of Virginia came from an RPG I used to belong to. So the idea I came up with is that Virginia was away visiting friends when Angelus came back and killed his family and wanted to go off and get rid of his other sister. Meanwhile another clan of vampires (because those things do seem to pop up everywhere) thrashed the villiage that Virginia (then Keelan) was staying in and turned her. And thus the new sister was born.

So in summation: Yes, I know Lorne, the Host, is named Lorne. Yes, I know that the sister featured in The Prodigal was named Kathy, but I didn't want to deal with a child vampire. That is why I created Virginia. Are we clear now? Oh, one last thing: I know the sister's name was Kathy.

Family Reunion

Chapter 1

The vampire sank his fangs into his unwilling victim's neck as she struggled, in vain, against him. The thought of changing her entered his mind, but was banished as quickly as it had come. He drained her dry, and as soon as the last drop was gone, he let her lifeless body fall to the ground.

"Your fate was sealed, as was the rest of our family's...it just took longer to deliver yours!"

"Keelan!" Angel yelled, sitting up in bed, gasping for unneeded breath. The dream had been coming to him for almost a week now. It was always the same. They had started after a rash of murders broke out over LA. The murders always had something reminiscent of Keelan, the girl in his dreams.

"Angel? Are you all right?" Cordelia asked in concern as she sat up beside him.

She and Angel had been tentatively dating for a month or so now. Angel gladly let her stay the night after she and Dennis had gotten into a fight. He had hoped that with her spending the night he wouldn't have the nightmare.

"Yeah...I'll be fine. Just a bad dream," he explained vaguely.

She wasn't buying it. "Are you sure? Do you want to talk about it?"

"It's fine. Just go back to sleep. I'm sorry I woke you up."

"It's all right. You know that I'm here if you want to talk about it, right?"

Angel smiled, as he lay down beside her. "Yes, I know. It's just not a big deal."

Cordelia smiled back. "If you say so."

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Later that day Cordelia sat at her desk at the new Angel Investigations in the hotel, staring in slight bewilderment at the phone.

Angel and Wesley walk in at that moment, having just vanquished a band of vampires that were, hopefully, the ones responsible for the murders. Angel would find out that night...if they were the ones responsible for the murders, the dreams would stop. He was almost sure of it.

"Cordelia?" Wesley asked. "Are you all right?"

The Seer looked up at them and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Willow just called. Apparently Spike is missing and no one knows where he went. She just called to let us know so we won't be surprised to see him if he's her in LA. He's been gone for about a week."

"Why would Spike just wander off without some indication?" Angel asked. "That's not like him."

"I don't know, but it happened," she replied. "He probably won't come here, but you never know."

Angel nodded in agreement. She was right, one never knew with Spike.

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"You can't bloody well keep me here. Let me go," Spike demanded, struggling against the chains that bound him. He was rewarded only with female laughter as the girl it belonged to entered the room with a glass of warmed up blood.

"Now you know that I can't do that. You are valuable to me," she replied after a few moments of silence. She walked closer to him, her light golden-brown hair glowing in the candlelight that lit the dark room that had been Spike's home for a week. "Drink this...for once, it's fresh. I decided to give you a little treat."

When she held the glass up to his mouth, Spike drank greedily. She wasn't too keen on keeping up with feeding him. The less he complained, the more often he was able to feed. When the small glass was finished, he looked up at her wondering what she now had in store for him. "Why am I invaluable to you?" he asked, straining for a civil tone.

"Because you hold information on Angel...you have it and I need it. I want to break him piece by piece...I want to make him suffer. For everything he's ever done and for everything he ever wanted to do. He will pay...he will learn to never underestimate me. To never underestimate what lengths I am willing to go to."

'Oh great,' Spike thought. 'The Poof has managed to piss off yet another person.' He rolled his eyes. "What did he do to you?"

"He wanted to kill me. Me!" she outraged. "I stuck by him, year after year. I helped him more than I have ever helped anyone. I lied for him, I covered for him, and I cared for him. And he repays it all by searching to kill me."

"Not this again!" another, new, decidedly male voice said exhaustedly in an accented voice. Spike knows that he had heard it somewhere before.

She glanced at Spike, seeing that he wanted to know what was going on. She left the room to join her companion, closing the door to Spike's room behind her. "Doyle, you know why we're doing this. I will stop my ranting when Angel is destroyed in a slow, painful manner. Then I will be happy, you will be happy, and everyone else will be happy." She placed the glass in the sink and went into the adjoining living room area and sat next to him on the couch.

"I still do not think that it is right. Why must I help? What has this Angel ever done to me?" He knew that he had died and that the little savior who sat next to him had brought him back to life somehow, but beyond that he couldn't remember anything.

'Mnemosyne, you said that you would stop erasing the answer to that question in his mind!' she yelled in her mind. Hopefully her little friend was choosing to listen to her. "Why am I obliged to explain this again? He is the one who killed you," she lied. "He made you face the Scourge's beacon and sacrifice your life for him. And that's only one of the evil things he has done to you. I don't want to worry you with all of them. You deserve so much more than your missing memories. You deserve to be happy. But meanwhile, to stay safe you need to stay with me. You know that. And I want only for you to be safe."

Doyle nodded. "I know, Virginia, I know."

"Thank you. Now go rest, you look fatigued."