Title: Pieces of You
Author: Beach Blonde Babe
Summary: Xander needs help. Angel provides it.
Rating: PG-13. It's really not that bad, people. . .
Disclaimer: Joss owns all. I own nothing. I make no money. I borrow, and I put back.
Feedback: I want to post this on a list, but I'm not sure if it's up to snuff. Please, please, please give me feedback. If I get nothing, this story is going down the drain
Notes: Okay, this is my first attempt at writing, and this story has not yet been beta read. (Ps: Anyone interested in beta-ing this for me? Please, please, PLEASE contact me!) Slightly AU, canon up to season 3
Ch 3.
In it's heyday, the Hyperion Hotel was the hot spot of the LA area. Anyone who was anyone stayed at the Hyperion. It was host to a hoard of A list celebrities, politicians, and other assorted rich, famous, and beautiful people. It was closed and condemned in the 1940's, and wasn't reopened for a good 60 years. It wasn't reopened until it was bought by a broody vampire and his co-workers. It served it's purpose, becoming the base of operations for Angel Investigations, housing the original seven members, plus the Scooby Gang when the need arose. It had seen friendships, heartbreak, fights, love-making, weddings, break ups, birth, and death, and now, it was home to one solitary vampire. Everyone had moved on, leaving Angel to protect LA by himself. The hotel hadn't seen guests in a good five years, until now.
For now, Angel sat at Xander's bedside, watching over him. He was breathing regularly, but it seemed shallow, and that worried Angel. He saw the boy try to turn and wince. Angel mentally slapped himself in the forehead. He forgot to check for broken bones. He gently lifted the boy up off the bed, cradling him in his arms. He peeled the tee shirt off Xander, wincing as he heard a small whimper escape his mouth. He laid him back down gently, and gasped at what he saw. Xander's body was part impressionist painting, part road map. Bruises of all colors and sizes mottled the landscape of Xander's body, and scars created a pattern on his skin, making him look as though he were covered in some horrible lace. Angel knew scars like those. He had whipped them onto Spike long, long ago.
Xander gave a small whimper, bringing Angel out of his daze. The boy was beginning to frown in his sleep. That couldn't be good. Xander began to move, slowly at first, his brows furrowing, then faster, writhing against the cool sheets, and then more and more violently, as if trying to fight. His whimpers grew louder, and more frequent, becoming groans, then moans, and then full fledged words.
Angel pulled him up, wrapping an arm around him and stroking him. "Xander! Can you hear me? You're okay, Xander. You're safe. You're with me, and you're in my hotel. Xander, can you hear me? Xander!" Xander thrashed harder in Angel's embrace, and Angel pulled him in tighter.
Amidst cries of "Please, no," "stop," and moans and groans, Angel heard a word that made his borrowed blood run cold: "Daddy."
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*Scary "shocking revelations" music* Next time, the actual peek into Xander's past! And this time, I'll post another chapter after I get some *constructive* reviews . . .
Author: Beach Blonde Babe
Summary: Xander needs help. Angel provides it.
Rating: PG-13. It's really not that bad, people. . .
Disclaimer: Joss owns all. I own nothing. I make no money. I borrow, and I put back.
Feedback: I want to post this on a list, but I'm not sure if it's up to snuff. Please, please, please give me feedback. If I get nothing, this story is going down the drain
Notes: Okay, this is my first attempt at writing, and this story has not yet been beta read. (Ps: Anyone interested in beta-ing this for me? Please, please, PLEASE contact me!) Slightly AU, canon up to season 3
Ch 3.
In it's heyday, the Hyperion Hotel was the hot spot of the LA area. Anyone who was anyone stayed at the Hyperion. It was host to a hoard of A list celebrities, politicians, and other assorted rich, famous, and beautiful people. It was closed and condemned in the 1940's, and wasn't reopened for a good 60 years. It wasn't reopened until it was bought by a broody vampire and his co-workers. It served it's purpose, becoming the base of operations for Angel Investigations, housing the original seven members, plus the Scooby Gang when the need arose. It had seen friendships, heartbreak, fights, love-making, weddings, break ups, birth, and death, and now, it was home to one solitary vampire. Everyone had moved on, leaving Angel to protect LA by himself. The hotel hadn't seen guests in a good five years, until now.
For now, Angel sat at Xander's bedside, watching over him. He was breathing regularly, but it seemed shallow, and that worried Angel. He saw the boy try to turn and wince. Angel mentally slapped himself in the forehead. He forgot to check for broken bones. He gently lifted the boy up off the bed, cradling him in his arms. He peeled the tee shirt off Xander, wincing as he heard a small whimper escape his mouth. He laid him back down gently, and gasped at what he saw. Xander's body was part impressionist painting, part road map. Bruises of all colors and sizes mottled the landscape of Xander's body, and scars created a pattern on his skin, making him look as though he were covered in some horrible lace. Angel knew scars like those. He had whipped them onto Spike long, long ago.
Xander gave a small whimper, bringing Angel out of his daze. The boy was beginning to frown in his sleep. That couldn't be good. Xander began to move, slowly at first, his brows furrowing, then faster, writhing against the cool sheets, and then more and more violently, as if trying to fight. His whimpers grew louder, and more frequent, becoming groans, then moans, and then full fledged words.
Angel pulled him up, wrapping an arm around him and stroking him. "Xander! Can you hear me? You're okay, Xander. You're safe. You're with me, and you're in my hotel. Xander, can you hear me? Xander!" Xander thrashed harder in Angel's embrace, and Angel pulled him in tighter.
Amidst cries of "Please, no," "stop," and moans and groans, Angel heard a word that made his borrowed blood run cold: "Daddy."
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*Scary "shocking revelations" music* Next time, the actual peek into Xander's past! And this time, I'll post another chapter after I get some *constructive* reviews . . .