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Chapter 31
Spike approached Wesley and stopped dead in his tracks. The two men looked at each other in disbelief. Wesley approached Spike.
"Young master William, how I have longed to see you these past years." He held his arms open and felt the warm embrace of the man whom he had met as a lonely scared boy. Spike felt his heart begin to beat faster, and he smiled. He had found the man that gave him the courage to face life as a little scared boy.
No one said a word. They merely looked at one another in confusion. Everyone that is except Elizabeth and Andrew. When the two men finally pulled away from each other Wesley looked at Spike from top to bottom. His hair was short, almost the same as when he was a child. Earlier that day Elizabeth had talked him into letting her cut it. It was a bit longer than when he was a child, and it almost looked as though he had just gotten out of bed, which is how she liked it to look.
"Look at you. What a handsome man you have become." He patted Spike on the shoulder as a father would a son. Spike had thought of him throughout all these many years. He wondered what had become of him, if he was still walking among the living, or if he had met his end long ago. He was elated to see Wesley standing before him. They looked around the room and turned to sit down.
"I thought I would never see you again." Said Spike.
"I told you my boy, family is never gone forever." Wesley looked at the confused faces round the room. "Perhaps an explanation is due." He said. They all sat around the table, eager to listen to the story of how the two men met.
"I met Spike when he was a child. I had been traveling in Germany, making sure some of my properties there were being taken care of, when I ran into him in a forest."
Spike turned to Elizabeth and whispered. "You think I was scared that day I met you, that nothing compared to when I ran across Wesley."
"Quite true Spike." Said Wesley. Spike turned and rolled his eyes.
"I keep forgettin' about that damned vampire hearing."
"Well, Spike was running away from his school. He was almost accosted by two nasty looking gentleman in the woods, when I rescued him by making a meal of them." He pointed at the scar on Spikes brow. "I'm afraid I was responsible for that scar."
Spike nodded as he smiled and touched his scar. "Got this as I was hightailin' it away from you." He turned to the group, "Wesley is also responsible for my nickname." They were all in awe.
"I've never heard of such a thing. Surely fate had a hand in all of this." Giles sat back in his chair and put his hand on his chin. This was all too much of a coincidence.
Much of the rest of the evening was spent talking about Angelus and the spear. As they talked into the late night, little by little the group began to dwindle, until there was only Spike and Wesley left at the long table. There was silence between them for a long while, and then Wesley finally spoke.
"You lost your way didn't you?" asked Wesley quietly as he looked into Spikes eyes.
"Yes." Spike looked away as he answered. One word, that's all it was; yet Wesley felt the guilt as Spike said it.
"I'm sorry. That was my fault. It was the blood."
"How was it your fault?" Spike looked at his scar with confusion.
"My blood gave you power. And I foolishly left you to deal with it alone. I left you there when you needed me to teach you how to control what you had inside of you; you were too young to know how. My blood was too powerful for such a young child." He looked at Spike, "There was much anger in you wasn't there?" He had wanted to give the young scared child strength and courage, but did not realize at the time that his gift could also destroy him.
"Sometimes, it was almost too much to bare." Said Spike as he ran his hand through his hair.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be." Spike looked at him and shook his head, "You gave me life. I don't think I would have survived in this world as long as I have without what you did. They found my uncle here in England soon after you left. I was with him for less than a month when he died of consumption. They sent me to another one of those Godforsaken schools. I stayed and got an education. Wesley I had no one. I survived because you made me strong. Don't be sorry for that." Spike leaned forward "I've learned to deal with the anger and the fear, the need for destruction. It took me a long time to control this urge, but I did it. I control it now, it doesn't control me." He felt the tears in his eyes and fought for them to stay back. Wesley had made a mistake, but as far as Spike was concerned it had saved him. Wesley nodded and smiled. He felt at ease with the words Spike had given him. There was another long silence between them and once again it was Wesley who spoke first.
"You've been with her." Wesley stood and looked down at Spike.
"How.. did you know?" Spike knew that Elizabeth would not have said anything to her sire regarding what they had done and was surprised when he knew.
"Her scent, your scent. Your all over each other." He put his hand on Spikes shoulder. "It's all right. I'm glad she has you. I am her sire, and it is within my right to take her and do with her as I see fit. I have no desire to do so. You excite her, you comfort her. I can see it when you are together. There is energy around you both. She belongs to you." Spike looked up at him.
"We belong to each other."
Chapter 31
Spike approached Wesley and stopped dead in his tracks. The two men looked at each other in disbelief. Wesley approached Spike.
"Young master William, how I have longed to see you these past years." He held his arms open and felt the warm embrace of the man whom he had met as a lonely scared boy. Spike felt his heart begin to beat faster, and he smiled. He had found the man that gave him the courage to face life as a little scared boy.
No one said a word. They merely looked at one another in confusion. Everyone that is except Elizabeth and Andrew. When the two men finally pulled away from each other Wesley looked at Spike from top to bottom. His hair was short, almost the same as when he was a child. Earlier that day Elizabeth had talked him into letting her cut it. It was a bit longer than when he was a child, and it almost looked as though he had just gotten out of bed, which is how she liked it to look.
"Look at you. What a handsome man you have become." He patted Spike on the shoulder as a father would a son. Spike had thought of him throughout all these many years. He wondered what had become of him, if he was still walking among the living, or if he had met his end long ago. He was elated to see Wesley standing before him. They looked around the room and turned to sit down.
"I thought I would never see you again." Said Spike.
"I told you my boy, family is never gone forever." Wesley looked at the confused faces round the room. "Perhaps an explanation is due." He said. They all sat around the table, eager to listen to the story of how the two men met.
"I met Spike when he was a child. I had been traveling in Germany, making sure some of my properties there were being taken care of, when I ran into him in a forest."
Spike turned to Elizabeth and whispered. "You think I was scared that day I met you, that nothing compared to when I ran across Wesley."
"Quite true Spike." Said Wesley. Spike turned and rolled his eyes.
"I keep forgettin' about that damned vampire hearing."
"Well, Spike was running away from his school. He was almost accosted by two nasty looking gentleman in the woods, when I rescued him by making a meal of them." He pointed at the scar on Spikes brow. "I'm afraid I was responsible for that scar."
Spike nodded as he smiled and touched his scar. "Got this as I was hightailin' it away from you." He turned to the group, "Wesley is also responsible for my nickname." They were all in awe.
"I've never heard of such a thing. Surely fate had a hand in all of this." Giles sat back in his chair and put his hand on his chin. This was all too much of a coincidence.
Much of the rest of the evening was spent talking about Angelus and the spear. As they talked into the late night, little by little the group began to dwindle, until there was only Spike and Wesley left at the long table. There was silence between them for a long while, and then Wesley finally spoke.
"You lost your way didn't you?" asked Wesley quietly as he looked into Spikes eyes.
"Yes." Spike looked away as he answered. One word, that's all it was; yet Wesley felt the guilt as Spike said it.
"I'm sorry. That was my fault. It was the blood."
"How was it your fault?" Spike looked at his scar with confusion.
"My blood gave you power. And I foolishly left you to deal with it alone. I left you there when you needed me to teach you how to control what you had inside of you; you were too young to know how. My blood was too powerful for such a young child." He looked at Spike, "There was much anger in you wasn't there?" He had wanted to give the young scared child strength and courage, but did not realize at the time that his gift could also destroy him.
"Sometimes, it was almost too much to bare." Said Spike as he ran his hand through his hair.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be." Spike looked at him and shook his head, "You gave me life. I don't think I would have survived in this world as long as I have without what you did. They found my uncle here in England soon after you left. I was with him for less than a month when he died of consumption. They sent me to another one of those Godforsaken schools. I stayed and got an education. Wesley I had no one. I survived because you made me strong. Don't be sorry for that." Spike leaned forward "I've learned to deal with the anger and the fear, the need for destruction. It took me a long time to control this urge, but I did it. I control it now, it doesn't control me." He felt the tears in his eyes and fought for them to stay back. Wesley had made a mistake, but as far as Spike was concerned it had saved him. Wesley nodded and smiled. He felt at ease with the words Spike had given him. There was another long silence between them and once again it was Wesley who spoke first.
"You've been with her." Wesley stood and looked down at Spike.
"How.. did you know?" Spike knew that Elizabeth would not have said anything to her sire regarding what they had done and was surprised when he knew.
"Her scent, your scent. Your all over each other." He put his hand on Spikes shoulder. "It's all right. I'm glad she has you. I am her sire, and it is within my right to take her and do with her as I see fit. I have no desire to do so. You excite her, you comfort her. I can see it when you are together. There is energy around you both. She belongs to you." Spike looked up at him.
"We belong to each other."