CAUTION! PLEASE CHECK THAT YOU HAVE READ THE ADDED PART TO CHAPTER 3, OR
THIS WILL MAKE NO SENSE...actually it will...just a lot less than it should.
Careless.
Wesley gasped at the amount of blood on Angel. The vampire's torso and stomach seemed to be a mass of red streaks and bloody clothing. Lines of abuse to the skin were showing from beneath the ripped shirt and Angel was grasping at the major gash on his stomach. Blood leaked from the wound, balled into a drip and slowly trickled down and dripped onto the carpet below, creating a lake of life fluid on the floor.
Angel was wheezing slightly and leaning heavily on the doorway. The older vampire began to fall forward until Wesley ran towards him and helped him get upright again. Angel merely clutched his wound again and made a gesture. Wesley understood immediately and helped Angel into the chair. The vampire groaned as he was lowered and the grimace was visible when some blood dripped onto the beloved chair. Wesley rolled his eyes; Angel always was a tidy git.
"Angel stay here. You keep applying pressure and I'll get the medical kit." The British man hurried from the room urgently to help his friend and boss. Angel merely winced as more pain was felt.
"Not going anywhere." Angel sighed slowly at the mess he was making; it was almost as bad as the time Spike had...Spike! His childe was still watching him from the wall of windows and he hadn't moved since Angel had staggered his way up here. Spike was tracing patterns on the floor with his bare toes and was watching the floor intently, as if afraid of making eye contact with his Sire. "Hey." Angel whispered, which was all he could really do without making more mess, which he really didn't want to do.
Angel grimaced at the sound of his own voice. It was weak, tired, used and dull. He used to be so much more than this. Angelus' voice used to bring fear into the hearts of those who heard it. The room would vibrate with power every time Angelus spoke; there was an air of decency, respect and lordship in Angelus' voice. Oh yeah, Angelus was a natural born controller. If you went through history and traced back every person whom Angelus had spoken to, not one would have answered him back or disobeyed him. No one but Spike.
That cocky little brat who had tagged along behind Angelus on every hunt wanting to learn all of the stealth of hunting before throwing it back in his sire's face before running head on into a battle. William had been a smart boy. He had listened and obeyed without any question, it was when he became Spike that things had changed. Spike never cared for the ways of the old ones or the lores that vampires had run by for centuries. Spike was an obnoxious little twit who was lucky not to have been staked by his own sire.
Angel sighed he was stuck with William.
"William." Angel sighed when Spike looked into his eyes. His boy was shaking and didn't look happy at the situation he was in. Tears were evident in his eyes and Spike looked like he was about to burst into sobs if he didn't get told what was going on soon. "William, come here my boy. Come to me childe." Angel whispered and was not surprised when Spike ran forward and tried to clamber into his Sire's lap.
"Easy. Easy Will." Angel hissed as Spike accidentally hit the wound on his stomach and Spike immediately backed away from him. Spike was shaking again and he looked lost. His boy looked so innocent and scared. Holding out his hand, Angel spoke gently and tried to calm his boy. "It's okay Will. Liam got a little bit hurt but he's okay. I just need to rest for a bit." Spike continued to shake and stay away from Angel. Angel put his hand back down and watched as Wesley came back in and set down the medical kit.
"Now Angel, I'm going to clean you up and get you to bed so you can heal. Stay still while I disinfect it." Wesley poured out some colourless liquid onto and cloth and held it slightly away from the wound. Angel closed his eyes and prepared for what was to come. He'd had many wounds during his time, and it always seemed to hurt more when you were cleaning the wound than when you actually gained it in the first place. Life was stupid that way. "On three. One..." Angel hissed as Wesley pushed the cloth onto the wound.
Holy mother of god did that hurt! It wasn't just the normal stinging sensation that most antiseptics caused this one was burning. Maybe Wes had picked up the wrong bottle in the lab? Angel hissed again when it moved onto the main gash and he was pretty sure they'd have to pry his fingernails out of the armrest of his chair. The pain was incredible. Maybe he had been too happy lately and this was the powers way of telling him to back down? Whatever it was it bloody hurt!
Suddenly the pain lowered immensely and there was only the residue of the sting remaining. Angel released his fingers and opened one eye warily. Wesley was not kneeling by the chair as before, but was sprawled on the floor nearby. Angel blinked a few times before he understood what had happened. "Spike?" He whispered and turned to face his childe.
Hand to his mouth in horror and eyes wide with fear Spike was backed against the wall of windows. He was shaking more than before and Angel was sure he was crying as well. "Spike?" The younger vampire merely shook his head and held his head in his hands shaking more violently and now sobbing out loud. Angel took a deep breath and turned away from Spike for the minute. He was in no fit state to deal with Spike and his wounds at the moment so the wounds would have to come first before he could help Spike.
Wesley lifted his head and blinked a few times before realising what had happened. The last thing he had seen was a fist, then black and now the floor. He groaned and picked himself up shaking his head to clear the fogginess that was there. "Wes?" He turned when he heard his name and saw Angel still bleeding in the chair. He groaned again when he saw the trembling mass by the wall that was Spike. He sighed and brushed himself off. Spike could wait; Angel needed to be tended to first.
The man picked up the cloth and washed it in the basin of warm water before dampening it with antiseptic again and moving towards Angel's still open wound. The vampire hissed again when Wesley lowered the cloth and Wes was sure to quickly soak every part of the wound before Spike got upset again and decided against it. But for now, the vampire was silently shaking on the other side of the room. It might not have been the best solution, but Spike was out of the way and not in any danger. For the moment.
Angel had his eyes closed and his grip on the armrests had lowered slightly when Wesley began wrapping the wounds. Two layers of white bandages were put on and tightened so that they couldn't become unwrapped during the night. After checking and double-checking that Angel was fully bandaged, Wesley helped him to stand. "What are we going to do about Spike?" Wesley asked as he helped Angel hobble to his personal suite.
Angel sighed and winced as Wesley helped him to sit on the edge of his bed. He honestly didn't know. How do you help someone who just hit the one person able to go to them? "Go and bring him here and I'll deal with him. If he doesn't want to be touched or refuses to listen then leave him there and go. I'll make sure he's okay." The vampire sighed when Wesley left. He gently lay back on his bed and tried to keep all pressure off of his wound in case it began to bleed again.
Wesley left Angel to rest while he went to find Spike. The younger vampire was not fitting in well and Wesley was beginning to wonder if Spike would ever be able to remember his original state of mind. If he didn't then it would probably be easier and kinder to put Spike out of his misery.
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Spike shuddered as his arms were pulled away from his head. It was Wesley. He sniffed back more tears and prepared himself for what was to come. Wesley had been hurting his Sire. Angel had been in distress and he had tried to help him. But when he had hit Wesley it just seemed to make things worse. Angel had sighed that sigh again, like he always did. That sigh meant that he was getting mad. Spike gulped. Wesley didn't look too happy either, and he guessed it was because of the bruise forming over his left eye.
He had only done what his Sire would have done. If Wesley had been making him scream Angel would have hit him and told him he was bad. So why was it so wrong for him to stop Wesley? Everything was backwards. The voices were talking again and telling him what a bad rude man he was and Wesley was saying something too. Something to him...but they weren't bad words. Why not? William had been bad and he had to be punished. Didn't he?
He didn't understand what was going on. All he knew was that he wasn't getting yelled at and that it felt good. Wesley was washing his face so there were no more tears evident and it felt good that the man wasn't yelling. Maybe Wesley wasn't mad? Spike slowly looked at the man and was met with a smile. Not the usual smile that Wesley gave him, but a real smile. One that reached the man's eyes. Spike decided he liked that smile. He'd have to try and see it more often.
"There we go Spike. All clean. Now let's get you to bed." Spike sighed and let Wesley pull him up. It felt good to be spoken to like this. Nice. Nice. Nice. He grinned and let Wesley lead him to his bedroom with Angel. The scent of Sire was strong and he felt safer in this room. Maybe Wesley would stay as well?
Angel was lying on his bed when they arrived and he smiled when Spike bounded into the room followed by Wes. Clearly the man had been able to calm him down and Spike didn't seem too fazed by everything. Angel watched as Wesley helped Spike back into his bed and tucked him in like a child. It was a weird sight and he felt silly for being happy to see it. Angel nodded to the man and was glad when Wesley nodded back and took an extra duvet to go and sleep on the sofa in case Angel needed help during the night or Spike decided to wake up.
Angel drifted off to the sounds of Wesley's snores and Spike mutterings.
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There was a tickling sensation around the area of his wound. Angel wriggled slightly to try and dislodge the discomfort with his eyes closed. When it didn't work he brushed his hand down to try and ease away some of the bandaging.
His eyes shot open when he felt a hand push his away. Lifting the covers and peering down he was surprised to find Spike blinking up at him.
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Hee hee. Okay, here is chapter four. I know it took forever but my sister got married and the house has been chaos! Please do give me more ideas for this as my plan had been changed again and now I have no plot for this fic! Please give me loads! I really need help or this fic will go in the scrap! Thank you to all my reviewers and I shall try and get the next chapter up sooner than this one was. Thank you all for being so patient. Luv A very tired Higgy xxx
Careless.
Wesley gasped at the amount of blood on Angel. The vampire's torso and stomach seemed to be a mass of red streaks and bloody clothing. Lines of abuse to the skin were showing from beneath the ripped shirt and Angel was grasping at the major gash on his stomach. Blood leaked from the wound, balled into a drip and slowly trickled down and dripped onto the carpet below, creating a lake of life fluid on the floor.
Angel was wheezing slightly and leaning heavily on the doorway. The older vampire began to fall forward until Wesley ran towards him and helped him get upright again. Angel merely clutched his wound again and made a gesture. Wesley understood immediately and helped Angel into the chair. The vampire groaned as he was lowered and the grimace was visible when some blood dripped onto the beloved chair. Wesley rolled his eyes; Angel always was a tidy git.
"Angel stay here. You keep applying pressure and I'll get the medical kit." The British man hurried from the room urgently to help his friend and boss. Angel merely winced as more pain was felt.
"Not going anywhere." Angel sighed slowly at the mess he was making; it was almost as bad as the time Spike had...Spike! His childe was still watching him from the wall of windows and he hadn't moved since Angel had staggered his way up here. Spike was tracing patterns on the floor with his bare toes and was watching the floor intently, as if afraid of making eye contact with his Sire. "Hey." Angel whispered, which was all he could really do without making more mess, which he really didn't want to do.
Angel grimaced at the sound of his own voice. It was weak, tired, used and dull. He used to be so much more than this. Angelus' voice used to bring fear into the hearts of those who heard it. The room would vibrate with power every time Angelus spoke; there was an air of decency, respect and lordship in Angelus' voice. Oh yeah, Angelus was a natural born controller. If you went through history and traced back every person whom Angelus had spoken to, not one would have answered him back or disobeyed him. No one but Spike.
That cocky little brat who had tagged along behind Angelus on every hunt wanting to learn all of the stealth of hunting before throwing it back in his sire's face before running head on into a battle. William had been a smart boy. He had listened and obeyed without any question, it was when he became Spike that things had changed. Spike never cared for the ways of the old ones or the lores that vampires had run by for centuries. Spike was an obnoxious little twit who was lucky not to have been staked by his own sire.
Angel sighed he was stuck with William.
"William." Angel sighed when Spike looked into his eyes. His boy was shaking and didn't look happy at the situation he was in. Tears were evident in his eyes and Spike looked like he was about to burst into sobs if he didn't get told what was going on soon. "William, come here my boy. Come to me childe." Angel whispered and was not surprised when Spike ran forward and tried to clamber into his Sire's lap.
"Easy. Easy Will." Angel hissed as Spike accidentally hit the wound on his stomach and Spike immediately backed away from him. Spike was shaking again and he looked lost. His boy looked so innocent and scared. Holding out his hand, Angel spoke gently and tried to calm his boy. "It's okay Will. Liam got a little bit hurt but he's okay. I just need to rest for a bit." Spike continued to shake and stay away from Angel. Angel put his hand back down and watched as Wesley came back in and set down the medical kit.
"Now Angel, I'm going to clean you up and get you to bed so you can heal. Stay still while I disinfect it." Wesley poured out some colourless liquid onto and cloth and held it slightly away from the wound. Angel closed his eyes and prepared for what was to come. He'd had many wounds during his time, and it always seemed to hurt more when you were cleaning the wound than when you actually gained it in the first place. Life was stupid that way. "On three. One..." Angel hissed as Wesley pushed the cloth onto the wound.
Holy mother of god did that hurt! It wasn't just the normal stinging sensation that most antiseptics caused this one was burning. Maybe Wes had picked up the wrong bottle in the lab? Angel hissed again when it moved onto the main gash and he was pretty sure they'd have to pry his fingernails out of the armrest of his chair. The pain was incredible. Maybe he had been too happy lately and this was the powers way of telling him to back down? Whatever it was it bloody hurt!
Suddenly the pain lowered immensely and there was only the residue of the sting remaining. Angel released his fingers and opened one eye warily. Wesley was not kneeling by the chair as before, but was sprawled on the floor nearby. Angel blinked a few times before he understood what had happened. "Spike?" He whispered and turned to face his childe.
Hand to his mouth in horror and eyes wide with fear Spike was backed against the wall of windows. He was shaking more than before and Angel was sure he was crying as well. "Spike?" The younger vampire merely shook his head and held his head in his hands shaking more violently and now sobbing out loud. Angel took a deep breath and turned away from Spike for the minute. He was in no fit state to deal with Spike and his wounds at the moment so the wounds would have to come first before he could help Spike.
Wesley lifted his head and blinked a few times before realising what had happened. The last thing he had seen was a fist, then black and now the floor. He groaned and picked himself up shaking his head to clear the fogginess that was there. "Wes?" He turned when he heard his name and saw Angel still bleeding in the chair. He groaned again when he saw the trembling mass by the wall that was Spike. He sighed and brushed himself off. Spike could wait; Angel needed to be tended to first.
The man picked up the cloth and washed it in the basin of warm water before dampening it with antiseptic again and moving towards Angel's still open wound. The vampire hissed again when Wesley lowered the cloth and Wes was sure to quickly soak every part of the wound before Spike got upset again and decided against it. But for now, the vampire was silently shaking on the other side of the room. It might not have been the best solution, but Spike was out of the way and not in any danger. For the moment.
Angel had his eyes closed and his grip on the armrests had lowered slightly when Wesley began wrapping the wounds. Two layers of white bandages were put on and tightened so that they couldn't become unwrapped during the night. After checking and double-checking that Angel was fully bandaged, Wesley helped him to stand. "What are we going to do about Spike?" Wesley asked as he helped Angel hobble to his personal suite.
Angel sighed and winced as Wesley helped him to sit on the edge of his bed. He honestly didn't know. How do you help someone who just hit the one person able to go to them? "Go and bring him here and I'll deal with him. If he doesn't want to be touched or refuses to listen then leave him there and go. I'll make sure he's okay." The vampire sighed when Wesley left. He gently lay back on his bed and tried to keep all pressure off of his wound in case it began to bleed again.
Wesley left Angel to rest while he went to find Spike. The younger vampire was not fitting in well and Wesley was beginning to wonder if Spike would ever be able to remember his original state of mind. If he didn't then it would probably be easier and kinder to put Spike out of his misery.
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Spike shuddered as his arms were pulled away from his head. It was Wesley. He sniffed back more tears and prepared himself for what was to come. Wesley had been hurting his Sire. Angel had been in distress and he had tried to help him. But when he had hit Wesley it just seemed to make things worse. Angel had sighed that sigh again, like he always did. That sigh meant that he was getting mad. Spike gulped. Wesley didn't look too happy either, and he guessed it was because of the bruise forming over his left eye.
He had only done what his Sire would have done. If Wesley had been making him scream Angel would have hit him and told him he was bad. So why was it so wrong for him to stop Wesley? Everything was backwards. The voices were talking again and telling him what a bad rude man he was and Wesley was saying something too. Something to him...but they weren't bad words. Why not? William had been bad and he had to be punished. Didn't he?
He didn't understand what was going on. All he knew was that he wasn't getting yelled at and that it felt good. Wesley was washing his face so there were no more tears evident and it felt good that the man wasn't yelling. Maybe Wesley wasn't mad? Spike slowly looked at the man and was met with a smile. Not the usual smile that Wesley gave him, but a real smile. One that reached the man's eyes. Spike decided he liked that smile. He'd have to try and see it more often.
"There we go Spike. All clean. Now let's get you to bed." Spike sighed and let Wesley pull him up. It felt good to be spoken to like this. Nice. Nice. Nice. He grinned and let Wesley lead him to his bedroom with Angel. The scent of Sire was strong and he felt safer in this room. Maybe Wesley would stay as well?
Angel was lying on his bed when they arrived and he smiled when Spike bounded into the room followed by Wes. Clearly the man had been able to calm him down and Spike didn't seem too fazed by everything. Angel watched as Wesley helped Spike back into his bed and tucked him in like a child. It was a weird sight and he felt silly for being happy to see it. Angel nodded to the man and was glad when Wesley nodded back and took an extra duvet to go and sleep on the sofa in case Angel needed help during the night or Spike decided to wake up.
Angel drifted off to the sounds of Wesley's snores and Spike mutterings.
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There was a tickling sensation around the area of his wound. Angel wriggled slightly to try and dislodge the discomfort with his eyes closed. When it didn't work he brushed his hand down to try and ease away some of the bandaging.
His eyes shot open when he felt a hand push his away. Lifting the covers and peering down he was surprised to find Spike blinking up at him.
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Hee hee. Okay, here is chapter four. I know it took forever but my sister got married and the house has been chaos! Please do give me more ideas for this as my plan had been changed again and now I have no plot for this fic! Please give me loads! I really need help or this fic will go in the scrap! Thank you to all my reviewers and I shall try and get the next chapter up sooner than this one was. Thank you all for being so patient. Luv A very tired Higgy xxx