Fallen Angel

Chapter One

New York, USA, 2010

Angelus looked around the room. There was a blue sofa pushed against one wall and an armchair beside it. There were two doors, one of which was wide open. This wasn't the cottage he was curently living in, and he had no idea where it was.

"Angel?" Angelus looked around to see a woman with blond hair and hazel eyes, who was the one ho had said his name. He didn't recognise her at all. "Why are you so confused?" She asked him.

"Who are you?Where is this place you have taken me?" Angelus demanded.

"What? Angel, what are you talking about? It's me, Buffy! And why do you sound like you're Irish?" The woman, Buffy, said.

"Buffy? That's a stupid name." Angelus said. At that moment, Spike walked into the room.

"Spike, is that you? What's up with your hair? It looks white, as if you've bleached it or something. Though it does look better." Spike gave Angelus an odd look.

"Buffy, what's up with Angel? He's complimenting my hair. It's like he's gone crazy or something." Spike asked.

"I don't know." Buffy said. After a pause she added, "He didn't even know who I was."

"Where the hell am I?" Angelus asked, displeased that they were ignoring him.

"You're at my house. I invited you over for my birthday." Buffy said.

Spike sat down on an arm chair across from Angelus.

"What year is it?" He asked, lighting a cigarette.

"1880, maybe 1881." Angelus answered. "I don't really keep track. Why do you even need to ask? You should know yourself."

"Bloody hell." Spike said. "Buffy, I think Angel's lost all his memories. Well, some of them anyway."

"That's perfect," Buffy said, sarcastically. There was the sound of a door opening and closing from upstairs and Dawn walked into the room.

"Hi Spike, hi Angel." She said.

"Hi Dawn. Can you go and get Willow for me? It's urgent." Buffy said. Dawn didn't question why it was urgent, as she knew she would only be ignored, and just left the room to get Willow.

"I'm hungry. You got anything to eat around here?" Angelus aked, looking at Buffy whilst he said so. She knew, however, that he was actually talking to Spike, and he was only looking at her because of the blood coursing through her veins. He wanted it, sh knew. What she didn't know was why he was suddenly acting likr this. She didn't take her eyes off him as Spike walked out of the room. When he came back, he was holding a packet of blood, which he threw to Angelus.

"You can eat that." He said, sitting down on the arm chair once again.

"Pigs blood?" Angelus was disgusted, but he drank it anyway, being too hungry not to. "I'm still hungry, and that was disgusting." He looked again at Buffy, eyeing her jugular. She felt very uncomfortable, with Angel looking at her like that. She could still remember the last time Angel had behaved this way. She hoped Willow could undo whatever had happened. She didn't want this to end up the same way.

"We don't care how hungry you are." Spike said, calling Buffy back to the present.

"Where are Darla and Drusilla?" Angelus asked.

"Pretty sure Darla's dead. Haven't the slightest clue where Dru could be." Spike said.

"Dead? Who killed her" Angelus asked, paying more attention to the first part of information.

"She killed herself." Spike told him.

"Why would she do that?" Angelus asked.

"Long story, don't have time to explain." Spike said. Then he muttered, almost inaudably, "Don't want to either." The door opened again and a woman with firey red hair walked in.

"Willow!" Buffy went over to greet Willow.

"Why did you get Dawn to bring me down here?" Willow asked.

"Because we think Angel's lost his memories." Buffy said.

"All of them?" Willow asked.

"No, only from the year 1880 onwards." Buffy replied.

"I said it could be 1881." Angelus said. He was ignored once again.

"I don't think I know a spell to recover memories." Willow said. "But I'll look one up."

"Are you sure it's only memories he's lost?" Spike asked.

"What do you mean?" Buffy asked, confused.

"Well, he didn't act like that after he got his soul back. Much more brooding, and less Irish. I say he's evil again." Spike said. "We'd better lock him up before he goes on a killing spree. Don't want dead bodies turning up all over the place, now do we?"

"You think Angel lost his soul?" Buffy asked.

"No, I think Angel from this time has switched places with Angelus from the nineteenth century." Spike said.

"So… You think good Angel is stuck in the 1800's?" Willow asked, before she left the room.

"That's exactly what I think," Spike said.

While they were talking, Angelus was sitting there looking very confused. He decided he was going to try and get away from this Spike and this Buffy girl. He didn't feel like killing anyone right now.

"Hey, come back!" Buffy said, grabbing his arm. She was strong and Angelus could think of only one reason why.

"You're the Slayer!" He said, pulling away. He was suddenly afraid. He had taken her for just one of those girls he killed every night, but know it seemed that he was mistaken. "Why haven't you killed me? Or Spike?" Buffy didn't answer. Since he didn't' want to be killed by the Slayer, Angelus made a run for it again. This time, Spike grabbed him.

"You're strong too." Angelus said, surprised.

"Of course I'm strong, I'm a vampire." Spike said, glaring up at Angel, cursing the four inch height difference between them. He was sure that he would be much more intimidating if he were taller.

"But you've only been a vampire for…less than a year! You shouldn't be that strong!"

"Yeah, well now I'm 130, okay?" Spike said. "I'm not entirely certain but that might be older that you currently are. So I'm most likely stronger, too."

"So it's the year 2010?" Angelus asked.

Spike glared at Angelus. Was it possible that he was even more annoying that Angel? No, that wasn't possible. Unless your name was Edward Cullen, but thankfully he was fictional.

"I guess we'll have to find someplace Angelus can stay until we fix this." Buffy said.

"You've got to be kidding me! He'll murder you in your sleep!" Spike said.

"Oh, come on, that's boring. Much more fun when they're consious and they scream!" Angelus said, smiling an evil, sadistic smile.

"See, he can't stay here!" Spike almost shouted.

"He can't stay anywhere else! He has an invitation to this house. The only way to keep everyone safe is to keep him here. That way at least we can keep him under control." Buffy said. Spike couldn't argue with that. "Make sure he doesn't try to torture and kill us all." Buffy walked away, leaving Spike and Angelus alone.

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