Title: Dear Boy
Writer: Azure K Mello
Part: (6/?)
Rest can be found here:
Thanks for all the feedback!!
Challenge/plot bunny by Angela (who is cool (that was way lame)), who wanted chipped Spike interacting with human Darla and for Angel to swoop in playing our golden boy's brooding knight!
Not Beta-ed
Setting: After Angel's Untouched and set during Buffy's Crush which has been moved up in the time line as Dru went straight to Sunnydale and was never in LA.
Rated R
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*Tonight*
He was careful as he jumped down the hole. Beneath the crypt was Spike's apartment. If he could get the boy downstairs and into bed he would be able to think. Beds are domestic, safe. A part of his mind wouldn't shut up. Silent, manic laughter and screams were threatening to drive Angel mad. He needed blood. His vision was blinking out but that didn't even register in his mind. He needed blood to give to William. His boy needed blood. His own needs could go fuck themselves. He tucked Spike in and then went to tuck Spike's hair behind his ear but remembered it was missing.
Sighing gratefully he saw Spike's small fridge, humming in the corner. He nearly ripped the door off it's hinges in his hast. Yet then Angel slammed it shut just as quickly. A dry heave ripped from him and he was so glad there was nothing left for him to sick up. He had butchered people in the past, had enjoyed it. It wasn't so much the fact that all of Spike's missing parts were in the fridge. It was that he hadn't been prepared for it. It was like an Easter egg hunt, only . . . not. Until that moment he hadn't realized just how much flesh his sire had cut from Will. Clearly Spike had healed quite a bit between the attack and Angel's arrival. But if he was healed now what the hell had he looked like before?
"Pull yourself together, Liam," he muttered. He always ended up referring to himself in the third person when it got like this, always ended up using his human name. He looked around and found a garbage bag. Shutting his eyes he promised himself that he could do it. Angel opened the fridge again. Scanned it quickly to answer the question, no, there were no blood sachets. There were just body parts. He tried not to think about what he was doing as he placed bits of his childe in a plastic bag. Separation would be a good thing, these were organs, just organ, defiantly not *William's* organs . . . no it didn't work, his mind was still screaming like a girl.
"Sire?" Will called. Angel looked over and realized that he was in vamp form. Will must have woken up at the noises of him crashing about, "Angelus?" he asked hopefully.
Angel winced. It wasn't Spike's fault he wanted his real sire. And with Angel acting as he was he knew that the young vampire could easily confuse them, "No, Spike, it's me." He walked to the bed so Spike could study him. After a minute the blond nodded and weakly let his head fall back onto the mattress. "I'm gonna go get you some blood. I'll be back real soon," Angel assured the broken man on the bed.
"It's ok," said Spike in a dejected whisper, "you don't need to lie. I know you won't come back. It's ok. I understand."
"No! I'll be back I swear," his voice was shaking with repressed sobs. He knelt by Spike's side. "Why did they not find you? Why aren't they here? I thought Cordelia said that you were working together!"
He tried to laugh but gave up as he felt his shattered ribs dig into his dead lungs. "They only come when they need me. I think they're trying to give me space. Even Buffy knocks now when she comes in. They pity me and so they act courteous out of "compassion". Act like 'm a man." He snorted again. "It's pathetic. The only one who really likes me is the whelp." He saw Angel's confused eyes, "Xander." He laughed again at the shock on Angel's face. "He was supposed to come over last night with a bad kung-fu movie but I begged off . . . I told 'im I was gettin' laid." He started to cry and then shank back from the feeling of salt hitting his wounded eyes. Why was he telling Angel this? He had never wanted Angel to know he was there and now he was talking about movie night with Harris?
"I beat the living fuck out of the watcher before he would tell me where you were. I had to come for you. I'm so sorry. But please, I'll be back as soon as I can."
"Do me a favor? Hand me the phone?" he pointed to his cell and Angel gave it to him with confusion evident in his eyes. He watched as his childe hit speed dial four. "Watcher? Did that pillock come to you? No it's alright . . . Well he is a ponce . . . Tonight? Nah, 'm gonna go kill thin's by meself tonight. Yeah, alright." He hung up, "Buffy would have come to check on me." He explained as Angel put the phone back on Spike's side table. "You can go, I don't need you."
"Oh yeah, 'cause you're ready to dance the night away." Angel's words were steeped in sarcasm to hide his fear, "You can barely lift your head."
"*Barely* I *can* do it, it just takes effort."
Without thinking Angel dropped a hasty kiss on Spike's forehead as he stood straight again. "I'll be back in a little while. Just stay still."
"Actually I was thinking of dancing the night away." It was good to see that Spike could find rumor in his near death mutilation.
Writer: Azure K Mello
Part: (6/?)
Rest can be found here:
Thanks for all the feedback!!
Challenge/plot bunny by Angela (who is cool (that was way lame)), who wanted chipped Spike interacting with human Darla and for Angel to swoop in playing our golden boy's brooding knight!
Not Beta-ed
Setting: After Angel's Untouched and set during Buffy's Crush which has been moved up in the time line as Dru went straight to Sunnydale and was never in LA.
Rated R
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*Tonight*
He was careful as he jumped down the hole. Beneath the crypt was Spike's apartment. If he could get the boy downstairs and into bed he would be able to think. Beds are domestic, safe. A part of his mind wouldn't shut up. Silent, manic laughter and screams were threatening to drive Angel mad. He needed blood. His vision was blinking out but that didn't even register in his mind. He needed blood to give to William. His boy needed blood. His own needs could go fuck themselves. He tucked Spike in and then went to tuck Spike's hair behind his ear but remembered it was missing.
Sighing gratefully he saw Spike's small fridge, humming in the corner. He nearly ripped the door off it's hinges in his hast. Yet then Angel slammed it shut just as quickly. A dry heave ripped from him and he was so glad there was nothing left for him to sick up. He had butchered people in the past, had enjoyed it. It wasn't so much the fact that all of Spike's missing parts were in the fridge. It was that he hadn't been prepared for it. It was like an Easter egg hunt, only . . . not. Until that moment he hadn't realized just how much flesh his sire had cut from Will. Clearly Spike had healed quite a bit between the attack and Angel's arrival. But if he was healed now what the hell had he looked like before?
"Pull yourself together, Liam," he muttered. He always ended up referring to himself in the third person when it got like this, always ended up using his human name. He looked around and found a garbage bag. Shutting his eyes he promised himself that he could do it. Angel opened the fridge again. Scanned it quickly to answer the question, no, there were no blood sachets. There were just body parts. He tried not to think about what he was doing as he placed bits of his childe in a plastic bag. Separation would be a good thing, these were organs, just organ, defiantly not *William's* organs . . . no it didn't work, his mind was still screaming like a girl.
"Sire?" Will called. Angel looked over and realized that he was in vamp form. Will must have woken up at the noises of him crashing about, "Angelus?" he asked hopefully.
Angel winced. It wasn't Spike's fault he wanted his real sire. And with Angel acting as he was he knew that the young vampire could easily confuse them, "No, Spike, it's me." He walked to the bed so Spike could study him. After a minute the blond nodded and weakly let his head fall back onto the mattress. "I'm gonna go get you some blood. I'll be back real soon," Angel assured the broken man on the bed.
"It's ok," said Spike in a dejected whisper, "you don't need to lie. I know you won't come back. It's ok. I understand."
"No! I'll be back I swear," his voice was shaking with repressed sobs. He knelt by Spike's side. "Why did they not find you? Why aren't they here? I thought Cordelia said that you were working together!"
He tried to laugh but gave up as he felt his shattered ribs dig into his dead lungs. "They only come when they need me. I think they're trying to give me space. Even Buffy knocks now when she comes in. They pity me and so they act courteous out of "compassion". Act like 'm a man." He snorted again. "It's pathetic. The only one who really likes me is the whelp." He saw Angel's confused eyes, "Xander." He laughed again at the shock on Angel's face. "He was supposed to come over last night with a bad kung-fu movie but I begged off . . . I told 'im I was gettin' laid." He started to cry and then shank back from the feeling of salt hitting his wounded eyes. Why was he telling Angel this? He had never wanted Angel to know he was there and now he was talking about movie night with Harris?
"I beat the living fuck out of the watcher before he would tell me where you were. I had to come for you. I'm so sorry. But please, I'll be back as soon as I can."
"Do me a favor? Hand me the phone?" he pointed to his cell and Angel gave it to him with confusion evident in his eyes. He watched as his childe hit speed dial four. "Watcher? Did that pillock come to you? No it's alright . . . Well he is a ponce . . . Tonight? Nah, 'm gonna go kill thin's by meself tonight. Yeah, alright." He hung up, "Buffy would have come to check on me." He explained as Angel put the phone back on Spike's side table. "You can go, I don't need you."
"Oh yeah, 'cause you're ready to dance the night away." Angel's words were steeped in sarcasm to hide his fear, "You can barely lift your head."
"*Barely* I *can* do it, it just takes effort."
Without thinking Angel dropped a hasty kiss on Spike's forehead as he stood straight again. "I'll be back in a little while. Just stay still."
"Actually I was thinking of dancing the night away." It was good to see that Spike could find rumor in his near death mutilation.
