Chappie 9
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Spike was soaked, naked and lying wrapped in a towel. Getting him out of the bath had been difficult. He was slick with blood, and there was very little of him left to get a grip on. Angel had had to drain the bath first, and then manouever him out of the tub without 1) hurting him anymore than he already was and 2) letting anyone see more than they cared to.
The younger vampire seemed unconscious. There was little to no blood left in his body at all, and Angel was concerned that maybe he was too far gone to rescue. Not that Angel cared at all, he really couldn't give a damn if Spike was saved. Or, at least, that's what he told himself. Problem was, that he did care, and now he was finding it difficult to conceal just how much he cared about the moronic, cockney one, because he was lying on the floor beside him opening another of his veins to revive him.
"Stupid." Angel said, holding his bloody wrist over Spike's mouth.
The towel was now blood soaked, too, and was sticking to Spike's wounds. Spike's face was skull like and his skin was waxy. He looked like a badly made waxwork of himself. The blood just dripped uselessly onto his lips. Angel made a sound of exasperation and forcefully lifted Spike onto his knee. The unconcious man was a dead weight (even at that he weighed very little) and Angel found that he couldn't hold him up and feed him at the same time.
"Angel, maybe we shouldn't do this in such a rush, he is a vampire, after all." Giles said, Angel's shoulders were hunched as he tried to move Spike so that he could hold him and feed him at the same time. The older vampire gave the Watcher a look.
"So?"
"Surely, he can survive without blood. I'm just pointing out that maybe we should let him rest, dry him up..."
"Maybe put some clothes on him." Buffy added, everyone looked at her, "You know, 'cause naked Spike; not on my top ten list of must-see's."
"Are you sure?" Riley asked, his voice full of venom, "He wouldn't be the first naked dead man in your life."
Buffy scowled at her boyfriend, Riley was usually so lovely, so passive, so trusting. Now he was acting like a school boy who's favourite girl to tease was having her lunchbox stolen by a bigger bully.
Angel, deciding to ignore the young man's comment, looked at Giles, still cradling Spike. "If we don't put some blood into his system, he might become brain-dead."
"Well, that's not much of a-" Buffy began, but stopped abruptly, "Sorry. Bad taste."
"Vampires have no pulses." Giles pointed out, getting into a nice biology lesson "He wouldn't have blood or oxygen running through his brain anyway."
Angel shook his head, "There's still blood there, we need it. That's why we drink blood, it keeps us alive... animate."
"Without a pulse, surely there'd still be blood in his brain? He didn't cut his head open." Buffy said.
Another shake of the head, "A bag of liquid doesn't have a pulse, but if you make one cut into it, all of the contents will come out."
"So... Spike's a bag of blood?"
"Yeah... Sort of." Angel shrugged, "The point is, we need to put as much blood into his system as possible before his brain is starved of oxygen and shuts down."
"What if that's already happened?" Riley asked, not sounding very upset if it had.
Angel ignored the comment, turning back to the lacks Spike who wasn't doing anything at all.
"That's not helping." Buffy said, Riley scowled.
She turned back to watch Angel struggling with the unconscious man on the floor, he gave Buffy a pleading look and the Slayer knelt down to help.
"What are you doing?" Riley asked, his voice so full of suspicion and jealousy it was visibly green.
"Helping." Buffy said, taking Spike from Angel's lap and pulling him onto her own. Riley made a huffy noise and left. Giles frowned and then shook his head, he felt like the only adult in the house again. He walked to the kitchen for some supplies. Angel couldn't very well let Spike drain him; they'd need animal blood sooner or later. And it was a nice reason to leave the bathroom. The smell of blood was foul, and he didn't really want to look at the mess of his bath which he would have to clean. That, and deep down, Giles couldn't bring himself to look at what had become of Spike...
Angel forced his open wrist once again, into his Childe's mouth. It took a good few minutes, but eventually he saw a movement. Spike opened an eye slowly and made a groan. It hurt, the slit on his throat was too deep to talk. Spike tried to move, but he couldn't, Angel forced his wrist deeper into Spike's jaw and the younger vampire's eyes widened, but he couldn't stop anything that was happening to him. He couldn't move. Buffy unconsciously stroked her fingers down Spike's cheek as he drank the blood. It hurt to swallow, and he couldn't even whimper from the pain.
Giles returned to the bathroom and handed Buffy the mug of heated blood. She gave him a quick smile.
"Angel," she said, holding the mug out to him.
Angel looked up, it looked like Spike was hurting him. Buffy frowned.
"Give him this." she said, trying to pry Angel's hand out of Spike's mouth without dropping Spike's head on the hard tile floor.
"I don't think it should be this complicated." Giles said, as Angel managed to get his wrist out of Spike's mouth, a little chewed, and forced the mug between Spike's lips instead. Spike's hand came up and tried to grab the mug, but Angel grabbed his wrist and pinned it to Spike's chest.
"Spike likes to complicate things." Angel pointed out, as the pinned vampire stopped fighting and lay silent, too weak to overcome them.
"True." Buffy said, realising she was still stroking her hand against Spike's face and stopping it abruptly. "Why did he do this?" she asked, glancing at the bloodied bath.
Giles shrugged, "To ruin my bathroom?"
The Slayer gave her Watcher a look and he replaced his glasses onto his nose. "It's difficult to say." he corrected, "We'll need to ask him, oursleves."
"That's if he can still speak." Angel sighed, turning Spike's head so he could see the slit-throat, "He's cut himself pretty deep; might take a while to heal."
"If he does heal." Buffy pointed out. Angel stood, taking hold of Spike like a child and carrying him through to the livingroom.
Angel was watching his Childe carefully, Spike had not done anything that would prove himself brain damaged or otherwise. He wasn't brain-dead, or he couldn't have moved and tried to speak, but it was possible that they were too late. What if they hadn't found him soon enough? What if he was stuck child-like and helpless?
Buffy watched Angel's face carefully, guessing what he was thinking. She put a hand on his arm, Angel looked up at her, like he'd forgotten she was there.
"He'll be ok." she said, wishing she could do anything to wipe the look on her ex-lover's face. Angel nodded mutely, returning his gaze to the emaciated vampire on the floor.
"Yeah..." he said doubtfully, "Yeah, he'll be fine."
