Chapter Five ~ Angelic Virtues
Something was nagging at the back of Angel's mind. It just didn't want to go wouldn't go away and it was begging to drive the brooding vampire mad. It was his conscience punishing him with guilt for being to horrible so William. He wasn't Spike any more; he was just a happy-go-lucky kitty boy mage that seemed to always get his paws into everything. But then again what four-year-old doesn't get their hands into everything?
It was around four in the morning about then and William had a room that was just adjacent to Angle's, so silently he went to check on the still sleeping boy.
The soft carpeted floor kept his movements soundless and left the door open as he entered the child's bedroom. He was curled up on the overly large cat bed they had all got for him. So he just stood there and watched William sleep and the sadness of loosing Conner crept back into his soul. They both looked so peaceful in slumber and it threatened to break his unbeating heart.
Then William began toss and turn, whimpering and moaning about something incoherently.
"No, don't let the stars be right" he cried softly. "I'm a good boy, it's no my fault that I couldn't take their torment any more"
His small voice sounded haunted, wiser, older and very much not like his own. Like he had seen to much sorrow.
"She comes, God has sent her to forsake me. He no longer loves me. Is this my destiny? To live in the darkness and never feel the rays of life giving sun again? What have I done"
Angel stepped back in startled shock. William was remembering things that had never even happened to him. He was remembering the night of Spike's turning at the fangs of Drusilla. His whimpers softened and the boy began to sleep-talk once again.
"No not forever. The stars shall fall and I shall see the 'real' sun. She will bring me out of the darkness, not back into God's love, but love itself. And the spark, my one and only most prized possession"
Now he was talking about Buffy.
"So beautiful. The sun has set against the yesterday and a bright new future of tomorrow yet to come. I hope I don't get left behind this time"
William yawned and fell back into a deep sleep like this early morning nightmare had never taken place. Angel, not really knowing what to make of the entire 'episode', left just as quietly as he had came. How long had the boy been having these memory nightmares? It was hard to tell and there was little he could do about that too.
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"Barry Manilow's wanker! Please turn it off"
"Oh really and what are you going to do about it? Scratch me? I heal fast you know"
William glowered at the vampire. In his current position on being forced to listen to Barry Manilow was pure torture and it was suppose to be just any normal day?
"But that horrid wailing is hurting my sensitive ears!" he snapped. "Simon and Garfunkle are ten times better and Lorne agrees with me too, well since he wont let my listen to what the 'heavy' stuff. You just don't have any class do you? One would think that you would have at least picked up some decent testes in almost two hundred and fifty years!
Angel chuckled; it was a good way to spend the afternoon being stuck with the boy. It would be along time before he would ever be gone, so have some fun with payback. It didn't matter how much he complained, it would just never get old.
"Did anyone ever tell you that whatever you give out comes back on yourself three times three? Whither it be good or bad it will always come back on you"
With nothing else to do William thought he would go and do some experimenting with the some of the magic Wesley had recently taught him.
Absently picked up a small mirror off of one of Angel's tables and started to twirl it around in the air. It spun faster and faster till it gave off a blinding white light. That was when it caught Angel's attention. The light seemed to dance off all the objects in the room, illuminating everything. The mirror/light shot into the air and hovered as it's light began to turn all the colors of the rainbow. It flashed Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet, Pink and Brown. It also flashed every shade of Grey and finally Black before returning to its dazzling White.
Images then began to appear in the light. Blurry at first, but then they solidified and became clear. There was a clock. The minute hand was frozen in place and the hour hand was spinning furiously, moving counterclockwise. Then it stopped. The two hands where currently pointing at the four and the three, twenty and fifteen. 2015? Or was that 1520? What did that mean?
The expanded power let out a deafening pop and the room suffered a near hurricane of wind. William lay stretched out on the floor panting from exhaustion and Angel gathered his barring.
"I think I overdid it this time" William said with a hoarse laugh and winced at the pain that followed.
Angel moved and helped in up and also had to catch him as he passed out. He laid the boy down and as he was about to walk away, heard something - in his head!
* You like me! *
"What?" he turned looking around the room, but there was no one else there. "Who there"
* Who do you think it is, you poofer? I may have fainted, but that couldn't stop me now could it? *
"So you're going to drive me crazy because you found out how to get into my head?" Angel asked with mock sarcasm
* You are already crazy nancy boy and you were the one that let me in * the voice snickered and it's tone was so matter of fact. He felt something strange and knew right away that William was rifling through his memories.
"William stop it now! Those are privet" there was anger starting to seep into his voice.
* This is a bonding moment 'pops', gotta get use to it *
"Bonding! You have got to be kidding me? Now get out of my head!"
* Patience is a virtue, you take it for granted. Actually you take a lot of virtues for granted *
Letting out an exasperated sigh, Angel slumped down onto the couch beside the little fur ball. This kid was a little, limy pain in the ass. But he let it go. He would have to be dealing with stuff like this for along time to come. So he would wait and what he hadn't realized during that time was that the pilfering through his private thoughts had stopped abruptly two minutes ago.
"Who was he?"
Angel was startled back into reality to find that William had woken up and was staring at him with a sad confused look on his furry face and his icy feline eyes almost seemed to glow.
"Who was who?" he asked.
"The strange man in your memories with the white hair. I couldn't connect with it, but I knew he was important"
Angel was at a momentary loss for words at the fact the boy had seen what he was like as Spike, but knew nothing about what Spike was like at all.
"His name was William like yours, but he was always called Spike. He was as British too"
"British! I would have liked him. Is he the one who you were talking about with the others the day I arrived?"
"Yes"
"What happened to him?"
"He vanished. Became someone new. I don't know how to explain this to you, but I do believe it was for the better and the he deserved the second chance to start over" deep down Angel knew it was the truth in which he had spoken from.
"He was a vampire like you wasn't he?" William insisted on an answer.
"He was and he was also my grandchilde. The last time I saw him he was just as cocky and loudmouthed as ever, but also he had a soul like I do"
"You didn't like him, did you? I can sense it. I'm not mad at you or anything but there seems so much that your soul refuse to forgive because it was your doing"
Angel smiled, but it was wane. Then he turned to William and smirked.
"You know what kid? Your not half bad, you know that?" he chuckled. "I have only one thing to ask you, what did you do with that mirror?"
"Wesley taught me a spell about the future. Told me about two friends of you had named Cordelia and Doyle that could see visions of the future. All I had to do was focus on the mirror and will it to convert the true colors of reality and show me what was to come - but I think I focused on it a little too much"
Then William stopped his face filled with horror.
"Oh sweet Lord in Heaven, protect me"
"What?" Angel asked, now extremely confused.
The boy turned to look at the vampire and grinned. It was one of those classics, a 'my bad' grins.
"Nothing much, only that I know I'm soon to be lobotomized by a raging dark skinned man whom we all know so well, has just found that he has triggered the world's worst magical stink bomb"
In spite of the situation and the horrible prank that had just taken place, Angel burst out laughing. Poor Gunn, he'd never understand this one.
"Well you better start running. Did you get any Cheetah genes with that transformation? Because you're going to need it bad" the laughter in Angel's voice only made thing worse.
William, will an antsy look on his face bobbed back and forth on his feet until Angel had to give him the motion to make a run for it.
"God save the Queen!"
With that he tore out of the room nearly knocking over stuff on the way out just minutes before an extremely angry and not to mention stinky Gunn turned up to exact revenge to the troublesome four year old.
"Where is he!" Gunn growled, dripping wet from some florescent green slime.
"Live a little, he is only four you know" Angel chided resting back to contemplate the day's events.
"What!? I can not believe you! When did you start liking him"
"I didn't say that I liked him, I've just learned to tolerate his 'unique' sense of humor. I think it would do you some good to learn it too, you too tight and grouchy these days and the kid is right you know"
Angel wrinkled his noses and pointed to Gunn's goopy clothes.
"Maybe you should take a shower first though"
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I think the first part in my own opinion was a little too sappy, but oh well. Thing are looking up for Angel and William and thing should more a less stay on the same path. If any one had any ideas to give me for a chapter, please do (I kinda need it about now). Well au revoir!
Something was nagging at the back of Angel's mind. It just didn't want to go wouldn't go away and it was begging to drive the brooding vampire mad. It was his conscience punishing him with guilt for being to horrible so William. He wasn't Spike any more; he was just a happy-go-lucky kitty boy mage that seemed to always get his paws into everything. But then again what four-year-old doesn't get their hands into everything?
It was around four in the morning about then and William had a room that was just adjacent to Angle's, so silently he went to check on the still sleeping boy.
The soft carpeted floor kept his movements soundless and left the door open as he entered the child's bedroom. He was curled up on the overly large cat bed they had all got for him. So he just stood there and watched William sleep and the sadness of loosing Conner crept back into his soul. They both looked so peaceful in slumber and it threatened to break his unbeating heart.
Then William began toss and turn, whimpering and moaning about something incoherently.
"No, don't let the stars be right" he cried softly. "I'm a good boy, it's no my fault that I couldn't take their torment any more"
His small voice sounded haunted, wiser, older and very much not like his own. Like he had seen to much sorrow.
"She comes, God has sent her to forsake me. He no longer loves me. Is this my destiny? To live in the darkness and never feel the rays of life giving sun again? What have I done"
Angel stepped back in startled shock. William was remembering things that had never even happened to him. He was remembering the night of Spike's turning at the fangs of Drusilla. His whimpers softened and the boy began to sleep-talk once again.
"No not forever. The stars shall fall and I shall see the 'real' sun. She will bring me out of the darkness, not back into God's love, but love itself. And the spark, my one and only most prized possession"
Now he was talking about Buffy.
"So beautiful. The sun has set against the yesterday and a bright new future of tomorrow yet to come. I hope I don't get left behind this time"
William yawned and fell back into a deep sleep like this early morning nightmare had never taken place. Angel, not really knowing what to make of the entire 'episode', left just as quietly as he had came. How long had the boy been having these memory nightmares? It was hard to tell and there was little he could do about that too.
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"Barry Manilow's wanker! Please turn it off"
"Oh really and what are you going to do about it? Scratch me? I heal fast you know"
William glowered at the vampire. In his current position on being forced to listen to Barry Manilow was pure torture and it was suppose to be just any normal day?
"But that horrid wailing is hurting my sensitive ears!" he snapped. "Simon and Garfunkle are ten times better and Lorne agrees with me too, well since he wont let my listen to what the 'heavy' stuff. You just don't have any class do you? One would think that you would have at least picked up some decent testes in almost two hundred and fifty years!
Angel chuckled; it was a good way to spend the afternoon being stuck with the boy. It would be along time before he would ever be gone, so have some fun with payback. It didn't matter how much he complained, it would just never get old.
"Did anyone ever tell you that whatever you give out comes back on yourself three times three? Whither it be good or bad it will always come back on you"
With nothing else to do William thought he would go and do some experimenting with the some of the magic Wesley had recently taught him.
Absently picked up a small mirror off of one of Angel's tables and started to twirl it around in the air. It spun faster and faster till it gave off a blinding white light. That was when it caught Angel's attention. The light seemed to dance off all the objects in the room, illuminating everything. The mirror/light shot into the air and hovered as it's light began to turn all the colors of the rainbow. It flashed Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet, Pink and Brown. It also flashed every shade of Grey and finally Black before returning to its dazzling White.
Images then began to appear in the light. Blurry at first, but then they solidified and became clear. There was a clock. The minute hand was frozen in place and the hour hand was spinning furiously, moving counterclockwise. Then it stopped. The two hands where currently pointing at the four and the three, twenty and fifteen. 2015? Or was that 1520? What did that mean?
The expanded power let out a deafening pop and the room suffered a near hurricane of wind. William lay stretched out on the floor panting from exhaustion and Angel gathered his barring.
"I think I overdid it this time" William said with a hoarse laugh and winced at the pain that followed.
Angel moved and helped in up and also had to catch him as he passed out. He laid the boy down and as he was about to walk away, heard something - in his head!
* You like me! *
"What?" he turned looking around the room, but there was no one else there. "Who there"
* Who do you think it is, you poofer? I may have fainted, but that couldn't stop me now could it? *
"So you're going to drive me crazy because you found out how to get into my head?" Angel asked with mock sarcasm
* You are already crazy nancy boy and you were the one that let me in * the voice snickered and it's tone was so matter of fact. He felt something strange and knew right away that William was rifling through his memories.
"William stop it now! Those are privet" there was anger starting to seep into his voice.
* This is a bonding moment 'pops', gotta get use to it *
"Bonding! You have got to be kidding me? Now get out of my head!"
* Patience is a virtue, you take it for granted. Actually you take a lot of virtues for granted *
Letting out an exasperated sigh, Angel slumped down onto the couch beside the little fur ball. This kid was a little, limy pain in the ass. But he let it go. He would have to be dealing with stuff like this for along time to come. So he would wait and what he hadn't realized during that time was that the pilfering through his private thoughts had stopped abruptly two minutes ago.
"Who was he?"
Angel was startled back into reality to find that William had woken up and was staring at him with a sad confused look on his furry face and his icy feline eyes almost seemed to glow.
"Who was who?" he asked.
"The strange man in your memories with the white hair. I couldn't connect with it, but I knew he was important"
Angel was at a momentary loss for words at the fact the boy had seen what he was like as Spike, but knew nothing about what Spike was like at all.
"His name was William like yours, but he was always called Spike. He was as British too"
"British! I would have liked him. Is he the one who you were talking about with the others the day I arrived?"
"Yes"
"What happened to him?"
"He vanished. Became someone new. I don't know how to explain this to you, but I do believe it was for the better and the he deserved the second chance to start over" deep down Angel knew it was the truth in which he had spoken from.
"He was a vampire like you wasn't he?" William insisted on an answer.
"He was and he was also my grandchilde. The last time I saw him he was just as cocky and loudmouthed as ever, but also he had a soul like I do"
"You didn't like him, did you? I can sense it. I'm not mad at you or anything but there seems so much that your soul refuse to forgive because it was your doing"
Angel smiled, but it was wane. Then he turned to William and smirked.
"You know what kid? Your not half bad, you know that?" he chuckled. "I have only one thing to ask you, what did you do with that mirror?"
"Wesley taught me a spell about the future. Told me about two friends of you had named Cordelia and Doyle that could see visions of the future. All I had to do was focus on the mirror and will it to convert the true colors of reality and show me what was to come - but I think I focused on it a little too much"
Then William stopped his face filled with horror.
"Oh sweet Lord in Heaven, protect me"
"What?" Angel asked, now extremely confused.
The boy turned to look at the vampire and grinned. It was one of those classics, a 'my bad' grins.
"Nothing much, only that I know I'm soon to be lobotomized by a raging dark skinned man whom we all know so well, has just found that he has triggered the world's worst magical stink bomb"
In spite of the situation and the horrible prank that had just taken place, Angel burst out laughing. Poor Gunn, he'd never understand this one.
"Well you better start running. Did you get any Cheetah genes with that transformation? Because you're going to need it bad" the laughter in Angel's voice only made thing worse.
William, will an antsy look on his face bobbed back and forth on his feet until Angel had to give him the motion to make a run for it.
"God save the Queen!"
With that he tore out of the room nearly knocking over stuff on the way out just minutes before an extremely angry and not to mention stinky Gunn turned up to exact revenge to the troublesome four year old.
"Where is he!" Gunn growled, dripping wet from some florescent green slime.
"Live a little, he is only four you know" Angel chided resting back to contemplate the day's events.
"What!? I can not believe you! When did you start liking him"
"I didn't say that I liked him, I've just learned to tolerate his 'unique' sense of humor. I think it would do you some good to learn it too, you too tight and grouchy these days and the kid is right you know"
Angel wrinkled his noses and pointed to Gunn's goopy clothes.
"Maybe you should take a shower first though"
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I think the first part in my own opinion was a little too sappy, but oh well. Thing are looking up for Angel and William and thing should more a less stay on the same path. If any one had any ideas to give me for a chapter, please do (I kinda need it about now). Well au revoir!