**This part takes place during Becoming 1**
 

Drusilla walked in on Spike in his room. "Spike, my sweet, the fun's about to begin!" Spike just wheeled himself out of the room and down the hallway. In the main room, Angelus and Dru were standing and waiting for
something.

Two fledglings dragged in a young man, barefoot and barechested with his hands tied behind his back. They dropped him to the floor unceremoniously in front of the three vampires.

Angelus looked down at the man and grinned evilly. "I will drink..." he recited, "the blood will wash in me, over me, and I will be cleansed. I will be worthy to free Acathla." He looked over at Spike. "Bear witness..." He looked at Drusilla. "as I ascend..." His vamp face came front as he said it. "As I become."

He grabbed the man by the hair, turned his head to the side, and was about to bite when an idea came to his head. "Wait..."

The man in his hands trembled, hoping that Angelus would keep his word on that one. Angelus threw the man to the floor carelessly, and the man lost consciousness as his head banged off the floor.

"Oh no," Spike said, recognizing the thoughtful look on Angelus' face. "You're not...no, not bloody well now!" The half-brooding look on the elder vampire's face could only mean one thing. "You're gonna screw this whole Acathla deal up just to mess around with the Slayer."

Angelus' look only grew stronger with Spike's words. "You betcha, roller boy...I have the perfect idea for her...all we need is the hacker." He stroked his chin with his hand, working out the schematics of his plan in his mind.

"But, daddy, I thought we were going to open the demon's mouth...I want to see it swallow the world whole...like a giant marshmallow..." Drusilla began to shudder, realizing that the end of the world wasn't
going to come that night.

"The hacker...I need the hacker..." Angelus mused, walking down the hallway. But he wasn't so deep in thought that he didn't stop to kick Spike's wheels, sending him forward a few inches. "Now how to get that
redhead..."

Drusilla watched her 'daddy' walk down the hall, and went over to Spike, still shaking slightly. "Daddy is gonna change his plans...Spike, why did daddy change his plans?" Her hands traced over the frame of his
wheelchair as Spike sat there, fuming.

"I don't know, ducks," Spike said, his voice bitter. "But I have this bloody feeling we aren't going to like it very much."