Title: For Our Sake

Author: Jade Hunter

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer does not belong to me. It's all Joss.

A.N: Well, thought about Angel and Angelus a lot, and how Spike spoke when he saw Angel again in School Hard. And this fic was born.

"talking"

flashbacks

emphasis

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There he stands, in front of me.

The stone demon of legend.

Acathla.

By opening him, by drawing the sword from his chest, Hell will descend on Earth.

Behind me, Drusilla claps her enthusiasm, and babbles something. I pay no attention. Spike is there, too, my boy, my Grandchilde, crippled and only a shadow of what he was. He will pay enough attention to Dru for me.

Ah, my Spike.

He wonders why I am doing this, I can tell. He also knows I am not the one he used to know, and is confused and hurt by it.

"You think you can fool me?!…You were my Yoda!"

He has come far, the one I taught from the beginning, because his own Sire was too unbalanced to teach him properly. Because his Obi-Wan was not capable. He has killed two Slayers, and is a Master Vampire of his own right.

The old Angelus in me is proud.

The new me does not care.

He thinks it's all about the Slayer, about Buffy, the different way I treat him and Drusilla. In part, it's true. But I don't want to end the world because of Buffy.

I do it for the memory of someone else.

I do it for Darla.

My Sire. My lover. My love.

This world, without her, is unbearable. Doubly so, because I am the one who killed her.

True, I was with a soul at the time, but it was my body, my hand that plunged the arrow into her heart.

All for Buffy.

The true reason I hate the girl.

For her, the soul made me kill my own Sire, my own lover, and my only love. Darla was all that had mattered to me – I was content to let Spike and Drusilla to their own devices, for I had Darla.

Now, Darla is gone, killed by my hand.

Her ashes float in the air around me.

I ache in ways I never thought a vampire could feel – should feel.

And because of that, I hurt the ones around me, the ones who I loved a lifetime ago.

Drusilla, my beloved Childe, I hurt her by taking her from Spike. She doesn't understand why Spike is not allowed to touch her anymore, she loves him in her own way, but she obeys me because I am her Sire.

Spike, my Luke, I hurt him by taking Drusilla away. His crippled state would mean nothing to him, if only Drusilla was by his side. I do not let that happen, because I cannot stand to see them together, as Darla and I should be together.

I am a bastard of a Sire, of a Grandsire, for hurting my Childer like this.

But I can't care.

Soon, Acathla will consume the world, and Hell will descend on Earth.

They say that vampires, when they die for good, go to Hell.

Soon, I will see Darla again.

And I will be complete again.

Be happy again.

Be Angelus again, and let Spike and Drusilla love each other like they want to.

Once Hell comes to Earth, and I am with Darla once more, my Childer will be happy again as well.

So, I do this not only for Darla.

I do this for myself.

I do this for Drusilla.

I do this for Spike.

I do this for our sake.

All for us.

My family.

Hell will come, and we will be happy again.

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~Jade Hunter~