The Wrong Side of the Line
written by Rylee Jane
Chapter 11: This Side of Death
See chapter 1 for rating, disclaimers and summary
A/N: I'm back! And I've got more story! YAY! And because it's been so long, and ya'll have been so patient, I'll give you TWO chapters now! Don't ya just love me?? Anyway, thanks SO much to spoikespet, who is the bst beta-reader in the Buffy-verse! Thanks, pet! So, without further ado....Chapter 11.
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Spike knew he was awake, only because the pounding in his head was making him wish that he wasn't. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut against the light he could see coming through his eye lids. Obviously, since he wasn't actually on fire, it wasn't sunlight.
He waited until the pain subsided a little to force one eye open. "Morning, sunshine," a voice said from somewhere near him. "Sleep well?"
He turned in the direction and spit, praying he hit the bloody ponce in the face.
"Now, now. Let's play nice, little man. After all, I could have just killed you out there by the lake. Or tied you up and let the sun take you."
"Bugger off, you soddin' git," Spike cursed, although his voice was too raspy to make it sound as tough as he wanted it to.
Angel came over and knelt in front of him. "I can always cut your tongue out. Haven't done that to anyone in a long time. I do so enjoy causing you vampires pain."
Spike pushed himself to a sitting position and gritted his teeth at the pain. "Not nearly as much as I going to enjoy punching you in your nancy-boy face."
"Be kinda' hard to do with your hands tied, now won't it?" Angel laughed. "I have to admit, I never thought I would get such joy out of having you at my mercy. But I absolutely love it. Think I'll drag it out for a while. Before I kill you."
Spike gave the ropes binding his wrists an experimental tug. "You only hurt the ones you love," he sneered, raising his eyebrows at his long-departed friend.
Angel pushed himself to his feet and laughed. "Well you proved that, didn't you? Had Buffy all to yourself and you let her walk away. You never were very bright, were you?"
Spike felt his heart sink at the mention of Buffy. "Yeh, meant to congratulate you on that. You must really have her wrapped to get her to betray her meal ticket like that."
"Betray?" Angel asked, his mouth set in a frown. "Oh. Oh!" He grinned broadly. "Well, Spikey, what can I tell you? You hurt her, she got you back. You were the fool for trusting her. And to feed her and her friends on top of that. God, I'll bet that stings, don't it? Well, let me add some salt to that wound," he said, leaning even closer to Spike's face. "I'm the one that changed your baby into a human. Did you know that?"
Spike knew that Angel had seen the shock on his face before he could cover it, and that made everything even worse. He had been there that night---the night that she'd been put through the ritual. Of course, he'd stayed out of their line of sight, hiding up in the rocks that rose up on either side of the lake gorge. He'd sat there, trying to fight off tears as they had led her into the clearing and told her to kneel in front of a man in a black robe (who was apparently Angel). Angel had spoken, in some language that Spike didn't understand, then reached his hand out and laid it on top of her head. For a few seconds, everything was silent. Then, there was a scream. It was the most awful thing that Spike had ever heard, and it was coming from his Buffy. He started to move, to go to her, but the screaming slowly died off, and he forced himself to stand still and watch. After a few minutes, she sat up, and he could hear Angel asking her if she was all right. Even from up there, he could hear her response. She laughed. "I've never felt better."
He had been surprised that there had been no more to it than that. No lights, no sounds, no fanfare. Just a touch on the head and that was it. That was how quickly his girl had been sentenced to, in his mind at least, death.
"You--- you were the one that did it."
He hadn't realized that he'd even spoke until Angel laughed. "I was. Which makes me her---well, I guess I could say it makes me her sire. Must be why she loves me--- and hates you."
Spike scowled at him, but refused to answer. Angel gave him a pat on the shoulder. "I'll be sure to give her your regards when I get back to our room tonight."
He smacked Spike hard across the face and laughed as he stalked out of the room.
written by Rylee Jane
Chapter 11: This Side of Death
See chapter 1 for rating, disclaimers and summary
A/N: I'm back! And I've got more story! YAY! And because it's been so long, and ya'll have been so patient, I'll give you TWO chapters now! Don't ya just love me?? Anyway, thanks SO much to spoikespet, who is the bst beta-reader in the Buffy-verse! Thanks, pet! So, without further ado....Chapter 11.
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Spike knew he was awake, only because the pounding in his head was making him wish that he wasn't. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut against the light he could see coming through his eye lids. Obviously, since he wasn't actually on fire, it wasn't sunlight.
He waited until the pain subsided a little to force one eye open. "Morning, sunshine," a voice said from somewhere near him. "Sleep well?"
He turned in the direction and spit, praying he hit the bloody ponce in the face.
"Now, now. Let's play nice, little man. After all, I could have just killed you out there by the lake. Or tied you up and let the sun take you."
"Bugger off, you soddin' git," Spike cursed, although his voice was too raspy to make it sound as tough as he wanted it to.
Angel came over and knelt in front of him. "I can always cut your tongue out. Haven't done that to anyone in a long time. I do so enjoy causing you vampires pain."
Spike pushed himself to a sitting position and gritted his teeth at the pain. "Not nearly as much as I going to enjoy punching you in your nancy-boy face."
"Be kinda' hard to do with your hands tied, now won't it?" Angel laughed. "I have to admit, I never thought I would get such joy out of having you at my mercy. But I absolutely love it. Think I'll drag it out for a while. Before I kill you."
Spike gave the ropes binding his wrists an experimental tug. "You only hurt the ones you love," he sneered, raising his eyebrows at his long-departed friend.
Angel pushed himself to his feet and laughed. "Well you proved that, didn't you? Had Buffy all to yourself and you let her walk away. You never were very bright, were you?"
Spike felt his heart sink at the mention of Buffy. "Yeh, meant to congratulate you on that. You must really have her wrapped to get her to betray her meal ticket like that."
"Betray?" Angel asked, his mouth set in a frown. "Oh. Oh!" He grinned broadly. "Well, Spikey, what can I tell you? You hurt her, she got you back. You were the fool for trusting her. And to feed her and her friends on top of that. God, I'll bet that stings, don't it? Well, let me add some salt to that wound," he said, leaning even closer to Spike's face. "I'm the one that changed your baby into a human. Did you know that?"
Spike knew that Angel had seen the shock on his face before he could cover it, and that made everything even worse. He had been there that night---the night that she'd been put through the ritual. Of course, he'd stayed out of their line of sight, hiding up in the rocks that rose up on either side of the lake gorge. He'd sat there, trying to fight off tears as they had led her into the clearing and told her to kneel in front of a man in a black robe (who was apparently Angel). Angel had spoken, in some language that Spike didn't understand, then reached his hand out and laid it on top of her head. For a few seconds, everything was silent. Then, there was a scream. It was the most awful thing that Spike had ever heard, and it was coming from his Buffy. He started to move, to go to her, but the screaming slowly died off, and he forced himself to stand still and watch. After a few minutes, she sat up, and he could hear Angel asking her if she was all right. Even from up there, he could hear her response. She laughed. "I've never felt better."
He had been surprised that there had been no more to it than that. No lights, no sounds, no fanfare. Just a touch on the head and that was it. That was how quickly his girl had been sentenced to, in his mind at least, death.
"You--- you were the one that did it."
He hadn't realized that he'd even spoke until Angel laughed. "I was. Which makes me her---well, I guess I could say it makes me her sire. Must be why she loves me--- and hates you."
Spike scowled at him, but refused to answer. Angel gave him a pat on the shoulder. "I'll be sure to give her your regards when I get back to our room tonight."
He smacked Spike hard across the face and laughed as he stalked out of the room.