---------------------The Bad and the Hopeless chapter 10!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Spike, Angel, Fred, Lorne, Wesley etck. I did own those three Vampires, throttle and co, but I forgot to tell you! Ha.
I also own the plot. Well, it was a challenge..... never mind.
Author's note: Okay, so my internet isn't working, so sorry if these couple of chapters come up in a big bundle. Okay, so I know Spike sounded kinda evil in the last chapter but trust me he has a change of heart.
Dedication: To Elfwitch :) ------------------------------
They came to a dark alley, and a voice stopped them.
"You have brought us the boy."
Liam looked at Spike worriedly. "Spike...?"
Spike looked away. "Yes. Can I have it now, please? The body?"
"All in due time." the voice continued. "But first we must make sure that this is the one, and you haev not brought us a fake."
Damn, thought Spike. Why didn't I think of bringing a fake?
Liam tried desperately to get Spike's attention. "Where are we? Who's this, Spike? Spike? Spike, dammit!"
Spike couldn't look at Liam's eyes. He knew that it if he did he wouldn't be able to go through with it.
"What are you going to do with him?" Spike asked the darkness uncertainly.
There was silence. Liam stepped back. "Spike, I'm going back now. I'm going to go."
Spike swivelled his head towards the boy. "Stay where you are, Liam." he ordered sharply.
Liam shook his head. He turned around and ran down the alley.
Two demons appeared out of the shadows and grabbed him. He kicked and screamed but eventually gave up and hung his head, defeated.
"Spike!" he gasped. "Save me!"
Spike shuddered. He trusts you......
"Sorry mini-peaches. I can't help you, can I?"
Liam would not be put down. "If you concentrate..."
Spike ignored him.
"Spike! Go and get Angel! Go and tell the others I'm being-"
But the disembodied voice cut Liam off. "Very well, Vampire. This is indeed the human we need for the sacrifice."
A ghostly shiver ran up Spike's spine. Sacrifice???
"Sacrifice???" Liam choked.
"You may recieve your payment, now." the voice continued.
Spike nodded, dumbstruck.
"You have proved yourself worthy."
"Ok. Can we... um... get on with it?"
The figure in the black cloak appeared. "There you go. Now leave this place."
"What?"
The figure sounded slightly annoyed. "It is done. The corporealisation. NOw you may go."
Spike put out his hand and tentatively touched the wall. His solid hand met brick and stayed there.
"How?!"
"It does not matter how the change came about. you must leave now so we can carry out the ritual."
He turned to face Liam. There was no worry on the boy's face now, only anger. And hate.
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Liam had not expected the betrayal. He had thought he was brought to this strange place for a reason.
He was not a particularly religious man, as he was pretty sure the Lord did not approve of many of his ways.
Somehow, he supposed, he'd expected friends in the 21st century to be different. After all, Winifred had told him that
'friends' was the warmest word in the english language- but apparantly friends meant nothing in this day and age. He had trusted Spike.
He had trusted the souled ghost with his life, and Spike had taken the word 'friends' and ripped it into little pieces.
Liam had, obviously, got the wrong idea about friends. Maybe he and Spike weren't friends, maybe he and Fred were friends instead. Would Fred have sold him off for something she desired?
If Spike had wanted his body so badly, did that mean that he, Liam, was only worth that? Was he a real person? Did he even exist, now, that he had been traded like cattle in a dimesnsion not his own?
And, with philosophical thoughts too advanced for his time, Liam stood, defeated, gazing at the dark figure that condemned him to what looked like an almost certain death.
Spike felt the sudden weight of his own body and looked around him, like he was seeing everything for the first time. He felt a pain in his chest. He realised, as he sunk to the floor, that he had committed a crime against human nature. Against human,
non-human, demonic and any other nature. the bile rose in his throat. he was going to be sick, he realised, not repulsed at the scaly, rotted demons that held Liam, at the helpless look on Laim's face, or at the human's fate, but at himself.
"Don't make a big thing about it, Vampire. DOn't you have people to bite?" The voice was harsh and cold, and Spike saw that the figure was not an entity or apparition, but a living (of sorts) being like himself. A being could make msitakes, have weaknesses, and feel remorse.
He understood what he had to do, and flew out of the alley before he had time to think.
Liam looked at the rapidly departing back of his companion. Yes, companion was a better word than friend. Companion meant someone you walked with, or fought beside. Friend was a much too strong word.
The demons slackened their grip on him as the cloaked figure advanced towards him carrying a rope. he twisted it into a noose, and slung it around Liam's neck.
Liam was not a religious man, but he prayed.
------------------------feedback falling like snow on a crisp Winter's day.....
Hehe. I'm mean, aren't I?
DOn't worry, everything will be resolved, and yes, Spike finally realised how naughty he'd been.
I wanted this fic to be light, but it's kinda ended up pretty heavy, never mind. Sorry about the noose bit. I just wanted a doom that Liam could relate to; they had a lot of hangings in the streets in Ireland then.
Next up: Angel has to forgive Spike and save Liam. But... a few punches first wouldn't hurt, right?
*~Elionwy~* ------------------------
Disclaimer: I do not own Spike, Angel, Fred, Lorne, Wesley etck. I did own those three Vampires, throttle and co, but I forgot to tell you! Ha.
I also own the plot. Well, it was a challenge..... never mind.
Author's note: Okay, so my internet isn't working, so sorry if these couple of chapters come up in a big bundle. Okay, so I know Spike sounded kinda evil in the last chapter but trust me he has a change of heart.
Dedication: To Elfwitch :) ------------------------------
They came to a dark alley, and a voice stopped them.
"You have brought us the boy."
Liam looked at Spike worriedly. "Spike...?"
Spike looked away. "Yes. Can I have it now, please? The body?"
"All in due time." the voice continued. "But first we must make sure that this is the one, and you haev not brought us a fake."
Damn, thought Spike. Why didn't I think of bringing a fake?
Liam tried desperately to get Spike's attention. "Where are we? Who's this, Spike? Spike? Spike, dammit!"
Spike couldn't look at Liam's eyes. He knew that it if he did he wouldn't be able to go through with it.
"What are you going to do with him?" Spike asked the darkness uncertainly.
There was silence. Liam stepped back. "Spike, I'm going back now. I'm going to go."
Spike swivelled his head towards the boy. "Stay where you are, Liam." he ordered sharply.
Liam shook his head. He turned around and ran down the alley.
Two demons appeared out of the shadows and grabbed him. He kicked and screamed but eventually gave up and hung his head, defeated.
"Spike!" he gasped. "Save me!"
Spike shuddered. He trusts you......
"Sorry mini-peaches. I can't help you, can I?"
Liam would not be put down. "If you concentrate..."
Spike ignored him.
"Spike! Go and get Angel! Go and tell the others I'm being-"
But the disembodied voice cut Liam off. "Very well, Vampire. This is indeed the human we need for the sacrifice."
A ghostly shiver ran up Spike's spine. Sacrifice???
"Sacrifice???" Liam choked.
"You may recieve your payment, now." the voice continued.
Spike nodded, dumbstruck.
"You have proved yourself worthy."
"Ok. Can we... um... get on with it?"
The figure in the black cloak appeared. "There you go. Now leave this place."
"What?"
The figure sounded slightly annoyed. "It is done. The corporealisation. NOw you may go."
Spike put out his hand and tentatively touched the wall. His solid hand met brick and stayed there.
"How?!"
"It does not matter how the change came about. you must leave now so we can carry out the ritual."
He turned to face Liam. There was no worry on the boy's face now, only anger. And hate.
**********************
Liam had not expected the betrayal. He had thought he was brought to this strange place for a reason.
He was not a particularly religious man, as he was pretty sure the Lord did not approve of many of his ways.
Somehow, he supposed, he'd expected friends in the 21st century to be different. After all, Winifred had told him that
'friends' was the warmest word in the english language- but apparantly friends meant nothing in this day and age. He had trusted Spike.
He had trusted the souled ghost with his life, and Spike had taken the word 'friends' and ripped it into little pieces.
Liam had, obviously, got the wrong idea about friends. Maybe he and Spike weren't friends, maybe he and Fred were friends instead. Would Fred have sold him off for something she desired?
If Spike had wanted his body so badly, did that mean that he, Liam, was only worth that? Was he a real person? Did he even exist, now, that he had been traded like cattle in a dimesnsion not his own?
And, with philosophical thoughts too advanced for his time, Liam stood, defeated, gazing at the dark figure that condemned him to what looked like an almost certain death.
Spike felt the sudden weight of his own body and looked around him, like he was seeing everything for the first time. He felt a pain in his chest. He realised, as he sunk to the floor, that he had committed a crime against human nature. Against human,
non-human, demonic and any other nature. the bile rose in his throat. he was going to be sick, he realised, not repulsed at the scaly, rotted demons that held Liam, at the helpless look on Laim's face, or at the human's fate, but at himself.
"Don't make a big thing about it, Vampire. DOn't you have people to bite?" The voice was harsh and cold, and Spike saw that the figure was not an entity or apparition, but a living (of sorts) being like himself. A being could make msitakes, have weaknesses, and feel remorse.
He understood what he had to do, and flew out of the alley before he had time to think.
Liam looked at the rapidly departing back of his companion. Yes, companion was a better word than friend. Companion meant someone you walked with, or fought beside. Friend was a much too strong word.
The demons slackened their grip on him as the cloaked figure advanced towards him carrying a rope. he twisted it into a noose, and slung it around Liam's neck.
Liam was not a religious man, but he prayed.
------------------------feedback falling like snow on a crisp Winter's day.....
Hehe. I'm mean, aren't I?
DOn't worry, everything will be resolved, and yes, Spike finally realised how naughty he'd been.
I wanted this fic to be light, but it's kinda ended up pretty heavy, never mind. Sorry about the noose bit. I just wanted a doom that Liam could relate to; they had a lot of hangings in the streets in Ireland then.
Next up: Angel has to forgive Spike and save Liam. But... a few punches first wouldn't hurt, right?
*~Elionwy~* ------------------------