Title: Careless
Author: Mrpointyhorns aka Blemery
Rating: PG -13
Status: Complete
Pairings: Liam/Wilhelm (past live of William/Spike)
Warnings: Bigotry
Spoilers: None
Summary: Will is careless during a celebration.
A/N: Ninth One-shot after Beginnings. Order isn't crucial! After Bloodied before Try
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by someone else. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Careless
Wilhelm was amazed with the way work just stopped whenever there was a marriage event like a wedding or death in Galway. People would take to the streets to celebrate. All the men would be fall down drunk by the time it was dark and even the women had some drinks when no one was looking. People would do things that they normally would look down on others for doing. Wilhelm loved it. Everyone was distracted and out for a good time. He was with his uncle when he arrived, but his uncle had disappeared and Wilhelm started to wander.
He was drunk sure, but he was use to drinking with Liam so he wasn't falling down like the others. He watched people drinking and dancing. Celebrating like they forgot they were men. He didn't know he was being watched until he was thrown into an alley near the bakers.
He stumbled, but managed to right himself until he was shoved against the wall. Hands were on him hitting him and punching him. He didn't know how many hands they were. They hit to hard and fast for him to count. The people who were hitting him weren't hitting him like a drunken men either. They were sure and strong and each jab hurt more then the last. He turned to face them there were five of them and one at the mouth of the alley. He recognized two of them because they were Liam's older brothers Peter and Gordan. He had spent time at Liam's parents' house so he talked to them often. He had helped his Uncle deliver two of Peter's daughters! He never feared them before, but the hatred in their eyes made him want to run. The disgust in the other mens' eyes made him want to talk his way out of the situation. However, the attacks didn't stop when he turned. He fought back. He knew from instinct and bar fights how. Yet, he was soon down and that's when the kicking and spitting started.
"Faggot!" They tore at his clothes and took his boots; broke his ribs and bruised his cheeks. He covered his eyes with his arm and pulled his knees to his chest. They were on him like animals, but just like animals they scattered at record speed when the man at the end of the alley called.
Wilhelm was sent home the next day. He didn't get to say goodbye.