*Takes place between Season 4 of Buffy/Season 1 of Angel...if anything seems unreasonable, e-mail me about it*
*Also, I forgot to mention this earlier. I am a devout ASSer (Angel Sired Spiker). I don't care what Joss says, I will be in denial until the day I die and I still believe that Angel sired Spike. Saying that, on with the story*
Chapter Five
The two slayers began to circle each other like two lioneses about to viciously attack their enemy. Buffy's face was contorted in an image of pure determination. She was going to finish what she started. 'And stake Spike in the process.' she thought. 'Must be my lucky day.'
Spike was standing next to his sire, cigarette in hand. The two slayers had been going in circles for awhile and he was beginning to get bored.
"Will one of you bints punch something already?"
"Shut up, Spike", the two slayers said in unison.
The blond sighed and turned to Angel. "Women."
"Tell me about it", the other vampire agreed. Spike unlocked him from his shackles and now he stood watching the fight. He didn't really care who won, just as long as it was over soon. He knew the stakes; he didn't care. There was only one person he cared about.
The blond standing next to him.
He'd rather be staked than see his childe die.
Spike had done a lot of horrible things to him in the past. He's a dangerous creature and an even deadlier vampire with the chip in his head. The only reason Spike treated him that way was because he knew it aggravated him. He never tried to kill him; just hurt him really badly.
Nonetheless, Angel had treated Spike ten times worse than the blond ever did to him. Even in the few months his soul was ripped from him by Buffy, he caused more damage to his relationship with Spike than he ever did before. They would never be the same. Angel winced as his mind floated to the past. He looked over at the blond vampire. His muscular arms were crossed and a buring cigarette hung in his mouth. His leather duster was carefully draped over a rock and his black shirt was tightly stretched across his chest. His eyes flickered between a metallic blue
and a saffron yellow. His annoyance was clearly displayed in his stance. He leaned against the rock with his legs crossed over each other at the ankles. Even though Angel was the elder, Spike was definitely the dominant male and he knew it.
Angel sighed. He still felt like he needed to protect his childe even though he didn't want to admit it.
"Look, you fucking bitches! Either start punching or I'll--", Spike yelled before his mouth was covered with Spike's hand.
"Don't", the older vampire simply said.
Spike glared at him as he fiercly pushed his hand away. He leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Whether you'd like to think different, you are not my sire anymore, Angelus. You. Don't. Rule. Me."
Angel silently growled then looked at the blond. Suddenly, he grabbed Spike and dragged him to a hidden part of the cave. He slammed him against the rock and slumped into his face.
"Boy, you don't know what the hell you started", Angel snarled. "You think this is funny? You think you can keep doing this shit?"
Spike's eyes were pure gold with anger. He opened his mouth to speak.
"I'm not finished", Angel interrupted him. "I will set you straight. I will protect you. I will break you if I have to. That's my job. It always has been. Remember this: I will always be your sire, William."
He walked away from the stunned blond and returned to the battling slayers. He creeped down to the ground and out his head between his knees. He closed his eyes, and tried to wander away from the cave. He wanted to go back to the early days when it was just him, Spike, and Drusilla. He remembered the way they used to be. Drusilla, with he beautiful, ruffled gowns and her many dolls. She had an air about her that told men she was owned by him. No man dared touch her; only him and Spike. The blond was even more beautiful in the past than he was in the present. His hair was longer and wavy and it flowed over his face, bringing out his defined cheekbones. Angel always made Spike dress in the finest clothes even though he knew he hated it. When he came home from going out, he would undress right away, leaving a trail of clothing from the front door to his bedroom.
Angel raised his head with a light smile on his face in remembrance of his beautiful childe. He looked ahead. The two slayers were still in battle; Buffy a bit more bruised than Faith. He turned to his right. Spike was back in the same spot as before and in the same stance. His handsome features were replaced with a deadly scowl as he focused on the fight.
Angel opened up wounds that Spike never fully healed.
"Spike, I--"
"Shut up", he calmly responded, cutting him off. 'Calm plus Spike equals bad', Angel thought in Buffyspeak.
He sighed in defeat. He looked to the fight again. Buffy was on the ground, holding her leg in pain. Faith kicked her injured leg. Buffy screamed in pain.
"Stop!" she yelled, gripping her leg.
Faith laughed and kicked her again, then stopped. Buffy crawled to a wall and pulled herself up.
"Looks like I won", Faith chuckled. "Time to pay up."
She looked to Spike. His eyes were fixed on Angel as a sneer creeped onto his face.
"Here ya go, baby", Faith said as she tossed the blond vampire a stake. He grabbed it out of the air, and gripped it so tightly he nearly broke it in half. he glared at Angel as he pulled him off the ground with one hand. Pinning him against the rock, he aimed the stake at Angel's unbeating heart.
Angel looked into Spike's eyes and they read death. They were tinged red with a blazing red fire fueled with eternal hatred. For the first time, he was scared of his childe.
"Who's being broken now, Angelus?"
*Also, I forgot to mention this earlier. I am a devout ASSer (Angel Sired Spiker). I don't care what Joss says, I will be in denial until the day I die and I still believe that Angel sired Spike. Saying that, on with the story*
Chapter Five
The two slayers began to circle each other like two lioneses about to viciously attack their enemy. Buffy's face was contorted in an image of pure determination. She was going to finish what she started. 'And stake Spike in the process.' she thought. 'Must be my lucky day.'
Spike was standing next to his sire, cigarette in hand. The two slayers had been going in circles for awhile and he was beginning to get bored.
"Will one of you bints punch something already?"
"Shut up, Spike", the two slayers said in unison.
The blond sighed and turned to Angel. "Women."
"Tell me about it", the other vampire agreed. Spike unlocked him from his shackles and now he stood watching the fight. He didn't really care who won, just as long as it was over soon. He knew the stakes; he didn't care. There was only one person he cared about.
The blond standing next to him.
He'd rather be staked than see his childe die.
Spike had done a lot of horrible things to him in the past. He's a dangerous creature and an even deadlier vampire with the chip in his head. The only reason Spike treated him that way was because he knew it aggravated him. He never tried to kill him; just hurt him really badly.
Nonetheless, Angel had treated Spike ten times worse than the blond ever did to him. Even in the few months his soul was ripped from him by Buffy, he caused more damage to his relationship with Spike than he ever did before. They would never be the same. Angel winced as his mind floated to the past. He looked over at the blond vampire. His muscular arms were crossed and a buring cigarette hung in his mouth. His leather duster was carefully draped over a rock and his black shirt was tightly stretched across his chest. His eyes flickered between a metallic blue
and a saffron yellow. His annoyance was clearly displayed in his stance. He leaned against the rock with his legs crossed over each other at the ankles. Even though Angel was the elder, Spike was definitely the dominant male and he knew it.
Angel sighed. He still felt like he needed to protect his childe even though he didn't want to admit it.
"Look, you fucking bitches! Either start punching or I'll--", Spike yelled before his mouth was covered with Spike's hand.
"Don't", the older vampire simply said.
Spike glared at him as he fiercly pushed his hand away. He leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Whether you'd like to think different, you are not my sire anymore, Angelus. You. Don't. Rule. Me."
Angel silently growled then looked at the blond. Suddenly, he grabbed Spike and dragged him to a hidden part of the cave. He slammed him against the rock and slumped into his face.
"Boy, you don't know what the hell you started", Angel snarled. "You think this is funny? You think you can keep doing this shit?"
Spike's eyes were pure gold with anger. He opened his mouth to speak.
"I'm not finished", Angel interrupted him. "I will set you straight. I will protect you. I will break you if I have to. That's my job. It always has been. Remember this: I will always be your sire, William."
He walked away from the stunned blond and returned to the battling slayers. He creeped down to the ground and out his head between his knees. He closed his eyes, and tried to wander away from the cave. He wanted to go back to the early days when it was just him, Spike, and Drusilla. He remembered the way they used to be. Drusilla, with he beautiful, ruffled gowns and her many dolls. She had an air about her that told men she was owned by him. No man dared touch her; only him and Spike. The blond was even more beautiful in the past than he was in the present. His hair was longer and wavy and it flowed over his face, bringing out his defined cheekbones. Angel always made Spike dress in the finest clothes even though he knew he hated it. When he came home from going out, he would undress right away, leaving a trail of clothing from the front door to his bedroom.
Angel raised his head with a light smile on his face in remembrance of his beautiful childe. He looked ahead. The two slayers were still in battle; Buffy a bit more bruised than Faith. He turned to his right. Spike was back in the same spot as before and in the same stance. His handsome features were replaced with a deadly scowl as he focused on the fight.
Angel opened up wounds that Spike never fully healed.
"Spike, I--"
"Shut up", he calmly responded, cutting him off. 'Calm plus Spike equals bad', Angel thought in Buffyspeak.
He sighed in defeat. He looked to the fight again. Buffy was on the ground, holding her leg in pain. Faith kicked her injured leg. Buffy screamed in pain.
"Stop!" she yelled, gripping her leg.
Faith laughed and kicked her again, then stopped. Buffy crawled to a wall and pulled herself up.
"Looks like I won", Faith chuckled. "Time to pay up."
She looked to Spike. His eyes were fixed on Angel as a sneer creeped onto his face.
"Here ya go, baby", Faith said as she tossed the blond vampire a stake. He grabbed it out of the air, and gripped it so tightly he nearly broke it in half. he glared at Angel as he pulled him off the ground with one hand. Pinning him against the rock, he aimed the stake at Angel's unbeating heart.
Angel looked into Spike's eyes and they read death. They were tinged red with a blazing red fire fueled with eternal hatred. For the first time, he was scared of his childe.
"Who's being broken now, Angelus?"