Alright...short, yes. Sorry. brain damaged.
Chapter 14.
Not long after the first clash of metal did a new troop of vampires flood into the main lobby. Gunn came rushing down the stairs, followed by Wes and a faction of about the same size. They joined Willow in the center of the room, raised their weapons and tried to fight off the onslaught.
"Come on you ponce, give me all you got!" The swords clashed, both stuck in a standstill. He shoved Angel back, lifting his sword high to strike again, but Angel ducked out of the way, catching him from behind.
His sire whacked him hard with the handle of his sword on the back of his head, spots dotting his vision for a moment. He stumbled and fought to steady himself.
"You know what I always liked about you, Will?"
He threw the sword to the side and slammed his knuckles into his face, catching his cheekbone.
"No...do enlighten us," he slurred, probably through a concussion. The world still had a bright pink polka dot pattern to it and he fought to concentrate on Angel's face, not to mention stay on his feet.
"I always admired your loyalty. Like a fucking dog you are. Man's best friend, forever there till the end." He cupped Spike's chin in his palm and made his glazed blue eyes focus on him. "Still can't bring yourself to kill me, can you? Too bad, I'm just itchin' to sift your dust through my fingers."
Spike tried to care when his sire morphed into vamp face and kissed his neck, lips barely touching his skin, but couldn't muster enough energy to give a damn. No one would miss him; his thoughts echoed Angel's earlier words.
Angel smiled sinisterly and sunk his fangs into his neck, sucking the blood from his veins. Spike was paralyzed, part of him raging to rip Angel's head off for daring such a thing, and another crying out in ecstasy. The pull was vaguely painful, a pinch like getting your skin caught in a zipper, but as time went on, the less intense it became.
Everything distorted with a hazy fog, making it harder to see in the shadow. His eyelids grew heavier and it was difficult not to slip away into the comforting void.
A murky voice drifted by his ears. Sounded like Willow. "Hit the ground Spike!" Concentrating over Angel's shoulder he could see she held a bright light in her hands, one that was about to shoot out and fill the hotel.
Gathering what strength remained he dove forward, knocking both of them onto the floor seconds before a blinding beam shot across the room. It was pure white light, contained in a thin solid layer that was less than a foot above their heads.
Angel was lying underneath him, no longer sucking at his neck, but tickling him. Either that or trying to push him into the light, which he did not want to believe.
After about ten seconds of intense light, it receded, shooting back to Willow. She faltered and would've fallen if Wes had not caught her. The floor was like a beach of ash; all the vampires who had been touched were incinerated.
Spike rolled over, putting himself on top of Angel, and tried to pin his hands to floor and restrain him.
"You're pathetic, you know that? Trying to save your sire, your lover. I have news for you, he's dead. He died when you touched him, contaminated him. Everything would've been fine if you stayed away."
Spike tried to ignore the sting of his cavalier mannered words and keep Angel under control. He had both his wrists in his grasp, but his sire was stronger and in no time would easily overpower him.
"There's still two dozen or so in the basement. And they're chomping at the bit to get to my Dolce and Cabana suit...Whoa, did I miss the party or what?" Lorne smoothed the wrinkles from his lavender suit and gaped at the scene while struggling for breath. Not that he had been fighting or doing anything useful. They probably just chased him up and down a few flights of stairs.
No one paid much attention to him though; they were trained on the two vampires fighting on the plateau between the sets of stairs.
"You know he also had son? His name was Connor, but he had to give him away. Because of you. You came and fucked everything up. Everywhere you go, people get hurt."
"Shut up!" He snarled. Angel had mentioned a son, but he didn't pursue it, seeing how painful it was to even think about it.
Angel bucked him off of him and jumped to his feet. Spike quickly did the same but was overtaken by Angel. He was thrown through the banister, crashing to the ground as it gave way beneath his weight.
Whatever good air was, it was knocked out of him when his back smacked into the hard floor. He struggled for breath, hating the panicked feeling that flashbacked to being locked in his own coffin.
By the time he got to his feet, the vampires that were in the basement had surged into the room and took on Gunn, Wes, and Willow. Angel didn't waste any time continuing the offence as he leaped from the top of the staircase and attempted to clothesline his head from his shoulders. Spike caught his arm in mid-flight and swung him around, so that he crashed face first into the wall behind him.
He smirked and cracked his neck side to side, waiting for Angel to get to his feet.
The group seemed to be having a tough time with the mass of minions that descended upon them, but his sire was of a bigger concern. He must've made some friends in high places to get together such a faction as that. Never before had he seen such a large organized assembly of vampires. Well, except for Sunnyhell.
Angel didn't bother with a fair fight. Out of nowhere he lunged and attempted to tackle Spike to the ground, but he ducked to the left, sending Angel sprawling to the floor.
"Some hocus pocus would be helpful 'bout now, Red." He yelled over his shoulder as he picked up a small end table that was tipped on its side.
"I don't have any components, Spike. None of us planned on such an early invasion." She was nearly hit by a dagger thrown from the opposite end of the room. It surprised him that she saw it in time to get out of the way. Just shy of pitch black, the humans shouldn't be able to see shit.
Spike tossed the end table to Angel, who easily caught it. He could read the thoughts that flickered across his face all too easily and knew he thought he was clever, catching the table like that. But before he let him get excessively cozy, Spike dropkicked it, the table hitting his sire in the face and knocking him on his ass.
"Ha! Didn't see that, now did ya, you poncey wanker?"
He bounced on the balls of his feet, getting more fired up as the fight went on. There was still the looming possibility of Angel kicking his ass and winning, but he pushed the uncertainty into the farthest region of his mind.
Angel started to come around, trying to prop himself up on his elbows, which did not leave enough time to rummage around for a desperately needed beer, but he'd persevere in the name of all that was right and good.
After a quick assurance that no white hats were dead yet, he cracked his knuckles and was about to swing an awful right straight into Angelus' nose when a group of minions rushed him, playing pile on top of the Spike. And god, they smelled worse than his cousin Claudio's horse stables.
He fought his way out, basically just snarling and lashing out at anything that moved. Some got the fuck out of the way, but others were more determined and loyal, relentlessly slugging him back. A few ruthless blows and a vase over the head later, he found himself being held up by his arms, waiting for Angel to beat the shit out of him.
Regardless of how much he willed his legs to move, to do anything, to just get him the hell out of there, nothing resulted. Blood from the freshly opened cut trickled down his face. Luckily none got in his eyes, but his eyelashes were sticky and clumped together.
He stared up at Angel through half-lidded eyes, everything else dissolving around him. His sire crouched in front of him, running the pads of his fingertips along his cheek.
"My poor childe. Couldn't you just obey me, just once? Look at all the trouble we had to go through, just for you." His voice lost the soft melancholy tone he had assumed and he stood to full height. "You really aren't worth it."
The last thing he saw was Angel's fist speeding at his face, then he slipped away.