Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own these character. ATS belongs to Joss Whedon.
AN:This series will eventually be a crossover with Anita Blake.
The Master had theorized that Angelus and Darla wouldn't last a Century. He was right in a way but not because they didn't have chemistry. It was because Darla was all about fun and even though she was the elder, Angelus was the one to think about the consequences.
To be fair, the blame landed on Angelus also. Instead of sticking around and making sure that his family changed to survive the times, he packed his bags and left.
Immature sure, and probably going to make it harder to get his family back.
The first person he went to was Sam Lawson, his youngest childe. He should have been the easiest to convince.
"You!" Sam snarled upon seeing him and his attack was full of strength and no finesse. Angel felt appropriately guilty when he realized that he hadn't spent enough time with the vampire to teach him to protect himself.
"I know it's kinda late but I think its time we bonded."
For some reason, Sam didn't look to happy.
He was too late for James and Elizabeth. Elizabeth had been killed and James captured by the Master of LA. The news drew all of them to LA and it was the first time in decades they had all been in the city at the same time.
Darla was positively furious that a filthy low breed would dare touch her children and she wanted blood.
Angel was more than willing to give it to her. He had no interest whatsoever in vampire politics or owning a territory, but that exactly what he got in the end.
The Preternatural community of LA went to war that night and its citizens never noticed. But that was okay because Angel wanted nothing to distract him from his family.
His beautiful, deadly family.
And James...poor beloved James, tortured within an inch of his un-life but nothing his capturer did could top the pain of his love's death.
He took his life once Darla freed him...
Drusilla stayed with Angel, in his newly acquired territory.
She always was daddy's little girl.
Getting Penn to stay was as easy as setting his sights on Sam. Penn was the most ambitious of the Clan and won't stay unless he found something he thought was worth staying for.
Sam's appalling lack of skills and knowledge of their Clan fit squarely in that box. If the disgusted look he shot Angel meant anything they would be having a long 'talk' about the role of Sire and why you shouldn't leave new borns to fend for themselves.
Like he didn't feel guilty enough about it.
When Angel found his swordsman he just 'happened' to have Darla with him.
Hook. Line. Sinker.
William was the hardest.
He hadn't left Angel's territory and spent most of his time drunk in bars. He'd taken James and Elizabeth's deaths hard.
It was to be expected. If there was anyone of them that could be said to have the most sense of family, it would be William.
But at the moment he was angry.
Angry at Angel for leaving... Drusilla for leaving. Quite frankly, the only one he wasn’t angry with was Sam.
Angel knew that William wasn’t going to be so easily convinced. He'd hope that seeing the rest of the Clan come together would've help give him hope that they would stay together this time.
William always was stubborn.
They were in a bar and William (the name's Spike) was bobbing his head as he ignored Angel. When the music ended and the band started to pack up, he left without a word.
Angel frowned speculatively and approached the leader of 'Dingoes ate my Baby', a werewolf, and started a conversation.
He walked out of the bar with a sense of satisfaction. Perhaps William would see that he did have an interest in him, even the little things.
He still didn't know what the hell a Dingo was though.