Unrequited Hatred: Prologue
by Jessi
uffy and the other's are *his*. The two Dylans,Angèlique and the other unknown characters are mine.

Angel commited a lot of crimes while he was Angelus the first time around.Now one of those crimes are coming back to haunt him,literally.

Dylan Devons-Meurtreir the 5th was mourning his grandfather's death when a strange voice sturred up in his head,seemingly taking control of his body.Soon,he finds out it's the spirit of his great-great-great grandfather,the last person Angel killed before he got his soul back.And the older Dylan Devons is out for revenge,using his grandson's body to do his evil work.

Can Angel,Buffy and the others stop the duranged spirit from ripping his grandson apart and send him away once and for all?

This is after Lover's Walk.The ending's a little weak,but I've got other things to do!

Prologue

Dylan Devons walked quietly down the seemly deserted streets of Orleans, France by himself. His girlfriend, Angèlique Meurtreir was probably out too, for she was the Slayer for the generation. At least, for now she was. Dylan wondered why his love was actually out. Her watcher had warned her of the four new evil partons in town. In their century or so already together, they had already reeked havoc through most of Eastern Europe, then had made their way back west. Three of these four had originated in this part of the continent. The eldest of this trio was the most feared vampire in most history, other than the Master and the Master's right hand man, his sire. Of course, Dylan was thinking of Angelus, the 16-year-old Irishman who'd been sired by Darla, a former peasant from Norway. Both Dylan and Angèlique had spent countless hours with her watcher researching the two. The other two traveling with the lovers were William the Bloody, otherwise known as Spike, and his loony girlfriend Drusilla, who consequently was supposed to be a Catholic nun. Soft footsteps coming around the corner behind Dylan ripped him from his ravine. There, panting and sweating uncontrollably, running for her life came the tall, slim, beautiful figure of Angèlique herself. Her long, dirty blonde hair was matted with sweat and vampire ash, her bulky, knee-length dress was dragging on the cobblestone walkway.

"Angèlique, what could be the matter?" Dylan caught his love by the arm, stopping her.

"Dylan, m'love, we have to get out of here. I was at a social greeting with father when…" she trailed off to listen. Nothing could be heard from the boy's perspective, but the Slayer seemed to be listening for more than breathing and footsteps. "They're coming. He's coming. They were at the door when the mistress walked past and invited them in, and they…they killed my father." She burst into fresh tears.

"Angèlique, it'll be okay. We'll get them for it. He'll never touch another one of your family." Dylan reassured.

"That doesn't mean we can't get her watcher." Came a venomous voice from behind.

"And you also, Dylan." Added another. Angèlique screamed and kicked at the shadows, obviously hitting one. She grabbed Dylan by the hand and they both ran for Mr. Passose's library, Angèlique's watcher. The couple never made it.

"Spike, Drusilla, you two go left. We'll cut them off from behind." Darla called over her shoulder as she and Angelus walked from the shadows and watched the two flee.

"That bloody Slayer has a good kick." Spike said, clutching his stomach.

"Don't tell me William the Bloody is scared of *her*! If so, why the hell did I bring you over!?" Angelus said.

"Angel, pet, the bad Slayer hurt him. Allow him to heal first." Drusilla responded to him, slipping her arm around his shoulder and stepping between her sire and his. "It's not his fault."

"C'mon Dru, let's go kill the bitch." Spike told her, pulling her away. The insane vampire smiled to the other vampiric couple and allowed her to be pulled off by the platinum haired vampire. Angelus turned back to see Darla burning with the familiar jealousy he'd become accustomed to when Drusilla was around.

"What's wrong love?"

"You. And her." Darla shot back with that sting in her voice again. Angelus rolled his eyes at his sire and walked off. "I gave you immortal life so we could be together. Obviously it was the biggest mistake I ever made."

"If it weren't for you bringing me over, you'd have died at Leeds." Angelus called back. Darla shot a look to his back that if were really made of daggers, he'd have been decapitated 50 times before he turned to ash. He disappeared into the shadows, leaving the eldest vampire alone. Her instinct told her to turn and leave, to find another young man who *wouldn't* betray her after only a century, but the love for him, something she hadn't felt for more than 500 years before, told her to share this special feast with him. Her love won over her instinct and she followed the youngster.

"I think we lost him dearest." Dylan panted to Angèlique as they rounded another corner. The Slayer stopped and leaned against the wall of the tall building.

"You are not right, but they're not very close. We should be safe, until I remember where Misour moved his library to."

"Think again." Came the thick, unmistakable British accent of William the Bloody himself. A low growl came after and out sprung the vampire, fangs bared and raving mad.

"You hurt my Spikey. Your boyfriend will pay." Drusilla dawdled from behind Dylan. The boy spun and swung a punch at the vampiress, who dug her nails into his arm and pulled him close.

Angèlique kicked Spike again heavily in the stomach and tore Drusilla from Dylan.

"I'll be all right." He assured. Spike came running up again and he gave the vampire a hearty backhand with the injured arm.

"You have a lot to learn, William." Angèlique said to him.

"Sure he does. But we don't." Angelus said to her from the open end of the alleyway.

"Pity you won't ever see your watcher again. You were truly the best Slayer ever." Darla coaxed, gripping Dylan by the throat, vamped-out and teeth ready.

"Angèlique! Run!" he gasped out as Angelus put a cold hand on the other side of his neck.

"I'd like to see her try." Spike hissed, pulling Angèlique back by the hair.

"I love Slayer." Drusilla cooed as she grasped Angèlique by the shoulder.

"D-Dylan?" her voice asked softly, obviously high with fright and cracking. "No…" Spike chuckled evilly, got a hold of her chin and twisted. A sickening snap came, silencing the whimpers, and they dug in.

"Angel!" Dylan yelled loudly for his dead girlfriend.

"That's the murderer I sired." Angelus said to Spike, propped the boy up and dug deeply into his throat. Darla did the same and Dylan gasped loudly from the pain, before everything disappeared.

'Sorry…Angè-' Was the Devons boy's last thought.

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