Notes:
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Anna: Thank you! This chapter is very aptly titled 'History' – full of Sire/Childe descriptions! I hope you like it!
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Connor left the bar angrily. He had approached every demon there. Questioned every demon there. And still, he had no information about Drusilla. The boy was beginning to wonder if perhaps Angel had only mentioned Brazil to appear informed on his childer's whereabouts.
"You search for the insane one."
Connor spun round, ready to fight.
"Calm yourself, little one."
"Who are you?"
"I'd be Jupo."
"How do you know what I am in search of?"
"The blood in your veins is whispering for her. I would not have known had I not been so close. Tell me, how is it that a human boy may call upon the blood of a vampires of such beauty?"
"She is my sister. Her sire is my father."
"May I?"
Connor stepped back as the figure, still obscured by shadow made an attempt to touch him.
"I want to understand. I can help you. Let me feel the story. All I need is to touch you." The voice was lulling and hypnotising…
Cold fingers encircled his wrist with a grip that could freeze steam. Connor bit back a roar of pain and waited until the creature had removed its hand.
"Steven. My, my, my. What a child you are. I can see the darkness hiding within you. You want no doubt. You wish to test yourself. The pain you feel…it can be soothed, boy. Call upon your blood. It will lead you to her."
"Call on my blood?"
"Aye, 'tis of ancient vampire lore."
"What does it mean?"
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The memories are pulling meinto your eyes
I can't hide
you're inside me
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Drusilla had pouted, angry that she could not sire the beautiful boy that she had found. Angelus, having let Penn make his way in the world a few months before, longed again for the rough touch of a male childe. The boy Dru had brought home was perfect. Darla took Dru into the next room, to comfort her, leaving Angelus with William. The boy was bleeding at the neck from where Dru had tried to sire-bite him…he would die soon. Angelus made his decision and lifted his future childe from the floor by the scruff of his shirt. Licking the warm forehead, Angelus hissed with pleasure at the sweet blood that coated his tongue. Vamping, the dark vampire trailed his fangs along the boy's jaw line; slowly moving to place his fangs directly where Drusilla had attempted to sire him.
"To eternity, Will." Angelus whispered before sinking his fangs into flesh.
Angelus had waited with the boy, after forcing him to drink from the older vampire's wrist. Drusilla and Darla spent the night together, often screaming into the night as Angelus waited. Finally at sunrise, Angelus lifted Will and carried him to a room where they slept until sunset. When Angelus woke, the boy was still asleep, but from experience, Angelus knew that the demon would need feeding and would rise. Smiling at the rugged boy beside him, the dark-haired vampire watched as Will's face morphed and his eyes opened. It was complete. Angelus had yet another childe.
"Morning, Will."
"Sire." Will's voice was raspy from hunger and his eyes flashed gold.
"Ye willna have control over ye instincts. Patience, my childe. Ye face must settle."
William licked his new teeth and smirked with purely evil eyes. "I can think of many a way to pass the time till then, sire."
Angelus could not help but return the smirk. Will was more beautiful than he had envisioned. And clearly more imaginative.
The years flew by, Will reached the age where he should have left to make his own name as a vampire, but instead he remained with Angelus and Drusilla, having found a love with them that surpassed any thoughts of independence. Darla, however, disliked the now-blonde vampire's delayed departure. Angelus spent many hours with Will, and most nights it was only Will that shared the dark-haired vampire's bed. Drusilla and William were close and often when Angelus took William to hunt, Drusilla would whimper for their return and not even Darla's advances could distract her.
When the two leather-clad vampires returned it was more often that not that they took themselves off together or with only Drusilla. Darla severely disliked this lack of attention – she was the sire and grand-sire present. All her anger was released onto William. It was William that Angelus wanted to be mated with. It was William that Drusilla invited for tea parties. It was William that Angelus bedded every night. Suddenly, Darla decided to take Angelus hunting every night. Unable to refuse his sire, Angelus soon spent very little time with William. Drusilla, still being in Darla's favour was granted leave to accompany Darla and Angelus for these hunts, but never William. Soon, it was not just hunts, but trips. Darla insisted on journeying to Paris, Venice and a multitude of other places, excusing William on the pretence that he was best left to control the lair while they were gone. Every time Angelus left, Will would wait by the door, almost like a puppy, until Angelus came home. Every night, Will would ask Angelus: "When will you return, sire?" and every night, Angelus would repress the urge to leave Darla and hold his boy. Instead, Angelus would whisper,
"Rest easy, Will, I will return to ye."
Countless nights, Drusilla would plead with Darla to let William come and countless nights Darla would slap her across the face and spit on her blonde grand-childe before storming into the night. Drusilla and Angelus had no choice but to follow. Many a night they would return to find Will, in the same position, waiting for Angelus to return. These times however tired either Angelus or Dru were, they would take Will into their room and love him to Darla's great distaste. Angelus no longer came to her, his eyes no longer held the lust that he once had when looking at his sire. Darla's venom only increased. Angelus, though physically separated from his William, was in heart still with his childe. Darla at once decided she would keep Drusilla for herself and force William to finally leave by torturing him, physically and emotionally. Angelus would be upset for some time and Darla would not allow him to feel the comfort of Drusilla's arms without her own present. The plan was vicious and William was at the centre of it all. Soon, when Darla, Dru and Angelus returned from their daily hunt, before either Dru or Angelus could go to the blonde, Darla would command them to the nearest room in order to pleasure her. Darla's screams of pleasure were often much louder on those nights. Will sat quietly and listened. He never slept until Angelus was released from Darla's room and could sleep also.
Some nights Darla would send Angelus out to retrieve a ridiculous object and while the dark-haired vampire spent hours in search of a virgin with one blue and one brown eye, Darla would torture William's body. Every night, Will would still ask, "When will you return, sire?" and every night, Angelus's eyes held more pain and his voice held more restrained anger as he whispered, "Rest easy, Will, I will return to ye."
Angelus noticed the marks from Darla's torture-sessions but could do little to stop his sire. The vampire's anger boiled over at the treatment of his childe and he often had to go out and vent his anger on unfortunate humans nearby.
One night, Angelus returned and his eyes automatically searched for his blonde childe's expectant eyes. Darla was evidently exhausted tonight and Angelus doubted she would require his presence. That meant a rare night with his Will. Some of the minions had given him the nickname 'Spike' for one of his childe's killing trends. Angelus disliked the name profusely, Will's sire-given-moniker of William the Bloody was so much more dignified. Thinking of how to re-enforce the name by screaming it continuously, Angelus frowned when he could not see his childe.
"My, my, it seems your childe has decided to leave, Angelus."
No one will ever invent a word for the surge of emotion that tore through Angelus's body when he heard the smug tone of Darla's voice that night. Vamping, Angelus snarled at his sire and turned to Dru.
"Can ye feel him, childe?"
"William…. Spike…his heart is stony, Daddy. He wants to be spiky. Hard…he SCREAMS SIRE. HE SCREAMS FOR HIS SIRE. HIS BLOOD SIRE. HIS BLOOD SCREAMS FOR YOU."
Drusilla's head fell back and she continued to roar for
William, for Spike. Angelus ignored the searing pain he felt in his chest and
called within himself, within the demon to the very core of his sire/childe
relationship with Will, and cried out to his childe's blood. The force of the
reply sent Angelus crashing into the wall behind him.
"Will." He moaned, the pain that his childe felt crashing into the older vampire's body with a force that was unparallel to any other he would ever feel.
Angelus tore out of the house, barely seeing, following the blood call. Not the scent or the sight or the sound of his childe's blood, but the very essence of their merging blood that was screaming in Will's body. Angelus knew that Will probably did not realise how loudly his blood was screaming for the touch of his sire. Angelus called out to Will's blood in return, but the blonde's pain was so intense that it blocked his sire's request. Finally, after running through the streets of London for hours, Angelus found his childe by a railroad, holding a spike in his hand.
Opening his mouth to call out, Angelus was cut off by Will's hoarse voice.
"I like it when they call me Spike. I feel stronger, like a Master vampire should. I feel brave and heartless. I make up for the fact that every night I sob and beg for my sire. When they call me Spike, I can forget that you make me weak. Why should I stay, Angelus? I am far beyond the time when I should have started making my own name as a vampire. Darla is right; I have no place with you now. I was a fool to act so weakly when faced with the thought of leaving you. I shall rest easy Angelus, when I do not return to you." Spike's voice cracked horribly at his last words and he fell to his knees, impaling himself on the railroad spike.
"WILL!" Angelus roared through the light rain that had begun to fall and threw himself at his childe. Spike's face contorted in agony and he coughed and spat blood from his mouth.
"Rest easy, Will." Angelus cooed into his childe's ear as he slit his own wrist.
"Drink Childe, Sire blood'll tide ye over."
Angelus pulled the spike from Will's body and held his bleeding wrist to the blonde's mouth.
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