TITLE: Abandon All Hope
AUTHOR: Samantha McCullah
EMAIL: ankhet@cswnet.com
DISTRIBUTION: Just keep my name attached
SPOILERS: Graduation pt. 1
RATING: R
CONTENT: look ma, my first slash! Angel/Spike implied, kissing
SUMMARY: Angel's dying, so guess who shows up to comfort him?
DISCLAIMER: If they were mine, why would I still be writing fanfic? I'd be on a beach somewhere with Spike and Angelus serving me drinks with little umbrellas in them (the drinks, not Spike and Angelus). Joss owns 'em, not me.
DEDICATED to Laure for putting this idea in my head.
"So, you're really gonna die," a voice commented from somewhere to Angel's right. He cracked his eyes open briefly before lack of energy forced him to close them again.
"What do you want, Spike?" he asked softly, laboring over each word. Angel heard the rustle of leather as Spike shrugged.
"I was in the neighborhood," the other laughed as he walked over to the bed. Angel flinched away when Spike's cool hand touched his brow.
"Go....away," he panted.
"Cor, your burnin' up," Spike breathed, more concern in his voice than either of them liked. Angel reached up and gripped Spike's arm, trying to remove it, but he soon collapsed back to the bed in exhaustion. "Weak as a babe," the blond vampire murmured, his fingers tracing Angel's forehead.
"Get. Out," Angel ground out as the poison sent a dart of pain through his body.
"I could kill you, you know," Spike commented suddenly, taking his hand away.
"I'm already dying," Angel replied, grateful Spike's touch was no longer there. He heard the rustle of fabric again, this time as Spike nodded.
"So, how d'ya get like this?" Spike asked, sounding forcefully cheerful.
"Faith," Angel replied, feeling the sudden urge to sleep tugging at his mind.
"The other Slayer?" the other vampire laughed, "A Slayer gone bad? Like to see _that_."
"It's not pretty," Angel responded, wanting badly to give into his exhaustion and for Spike to get away. His childe was bringing up too many memories, bad and otherwise.
"Too bad," Spike chuckled.
Just then, the sounds of footsteps neared the door and a voice called out, "Angel?"
"Watcher," Spike muttered, and again there was the creak of leather as Spike bent down. Angel felt himself shutter against his wishes as Spike's breath caressed his cheek. "See ya 'round," the other whispered then Angel felt cool lips pressed against his own. Spike's tongue laced out and licked Angel's upper lip.
"Don't....come....back," Angel labored as he heard Spike exit through the patio doors just as Giles pulled the inside curtain open. He heard Spike whisper something too soft for human ears.
"Oh, I'll be around."
*FIN*