Angelus trailed a finger lightly down the boy's throat and smiled wickedly. "Don't be scared. It's me."
William's eyes were huge and frightened. That was the way Angelus liked him. Scared.
"We're going to play a little game, my boy." Angelus couldn't take his eyes off his new creation. Darla would be so pleased to have such a beautiful boy around when she got home. He couldn't wait to show him to her, couldn't wait to show him off.
"A game?" William whispered.
Oh, he was just perfect! His voice, his fine bone structure, his icy blue eyes, his honey coloured curls... Angelus had only had him for two nights and already he was infatuated with the boy.
"Aye lad, a game. I'm going to ask a question, and you're going to answer it. If you get them right, you get a reward."
William swallowed. "W-what happens if I get them wrong?"
Angelus smirked cruelly. "Then we'll just play another little game. A much much more fun one." His smirk grew at the look of terror on Will's face. Oh this was almost as fun as playing with a human. Well, it was actually more fun because the boy was his now. His property. "Ok, first question... who am I?"
"You're Angelus."
"And...?"
"A vampire?" Will said desperately.
"Who am I, to you?"
"You're my Sire," came the answer definitely. William knew this one, Angelus had drilled it into his head for the past 48 hours.
"Good. What does that mean?"
"It means... that... you made me."
Angelus rolled his eyes. "Physically, yes, but what is else is there?"
"Um... a relationship?" Angelus nodded and gestured for Will to go on. "You're important, more important that me. And..." Will glanced at Angelus but looked away again quickly. "Um..."
Angelus could help but lean in and kiss the boy's gentle mouth softly. "I own you, boy. You belong to me," he whispered into Williams ear. Then he leant down and scraped Will's neck with his fangs. "What's this?" he asked, covering a finger in the blood that leaked from the boy's vein.
"B-blood," Answered Will, who was half in shock at how Angelus was acting.
"Yes, but whose blood?"
"Mi-" He stopped, remembering what Angelus had said. He wasn't stupid. "Yours," he answered firmly, and was rewarded with a gentle lick, closing up the wound on his neck.
"Yess..." hissed Angelus with a soft smile. "Mine." He got up and walked to the door. "Sleep now, my William."
"Sleep now, my William," Angel whispered, as he left the room where Spike was curled into a ball on the bed.
Spike had fallen asleep about half an hour ago tucked under Angel's arm. When Angel started to move to get up, Spike had woken, but didn't show it. Now, curled up on top of the bed covers, he desperately wanted Angel to be with him. Consciously, he knew he was being pathetic and clingy, but the childish part of him craved to feel safe, and he was currently anything but safe,
The blindness was getting more and more scary; so much darkness worried Spike, which, considering he was a creature of the night, was slightly illogical. He didn't like feeling so vulnerable and knew only that when Angel was around, he didn't feel so vulnerable.
Still, there was enough pride left in him to keep him from going downstairs and begging Angel to come back up. That was just about reaching unforgivable patheticness which if, God forbid, Cordelia found out about she would never let him forget it. There would be merciless teasing from the rest of them as it was, Spike didn't want to add to it. The conversations between him and Angel took place behind closed doors, and he wanted to keep it that way.
"Angelus!" Darla shrieked, and Will wanted to climb inside the grandfather clock next to him to hide. Quietly, he tried to tiptoe upstairs without attracting Darla's attention, but while concentrating on Darla, he walked straight into Angelus who was coming down from upstairs. Angelus pushed him roughly out of the way and paused halfway down the stairs as Darla came out of the drawing room, her face like thunder.
"That. Boy." She said shrilly, pointing at Will, who was still trying to escape. He cringed as Angelus picked him up by the scruff of the neck like a puppy and dragged him down the stairs. Angelus dropped him in front of Darla, and he straightened up, shaking himself – again, like a puppy.
"What has he done?" Asked Angelus calmly.
Darla pointed at the expensive green carpet where there was a distinct reddish stain.
Angelus rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. "William, go upstairs," he ordered, and the boy wasted no time in scampering up the two flights of stairs that lead to his room.
Once William was out of earshot, Angelus turned back to the furious Darla. "What do you want me to do?" he said calmly.
"What do you think!" Darla threw her hands into the air. "I want you to punish him, Angelus, and do it properly this time! He needs to learn that he absolutely will not get away with anything!"
Angelus rested a hand on her shoulder. "He's learning, sweet, I'm teaching him."
"Well, you're not teaching him very well are you?" Darla raised her eyebrows sceptically but her rage was lessened now. Angelus leant forwards and kissed her softly.
"I'm sorry," he said sincerely. "If I'd known he'd be such a nuisance I'd have chosen someone else."
Darla softened, smiling at him. "It's not your fault. You couldn't have realised he'd turn out to be such a useless fledgling."
Will clung to the banister on the next floor up, squeezing his eyes shut tightly to stop the tears. Angelus didn't want him anymore because he wasn't good enough. He heard Drusilla opening the door behind him and quickly wiped away the tears, turning to face her with a pretend smile on his face, before he heard the heavy sound of Angelus's feet coming up the stairs. William the bloody swallowed hard and turned to face the Sire who regretted turning his Childe.
Spike woke up with tears streaming down his face as he realised the cold truth. Angelus – and therefore Angel – never really wanted him. And now that he was blind and almost couldn't smell, Spike was just an annoying burden that Angel had to bear because of the soul.
Well not anymore. Spike wasn't going to get in the way anymore. Angel didn't care about him, and there was no point fooling himself otherwise. Blindly fumbling for the door, Spike opened it and listened intently. Everyone seemed to be asleep – it must be late. Angel was... Angel was in the bathroom, Spike surmised, which meant if he was silent enough, Angel wouldn't hear him leave.
Wait! The duster, his duster, where was it? Spike racked his brains to remember, but the answer didn't come. Ah well, he'd just have to find a different trademark. Maybe some dark glasses so people didn't notice his blindness.
Slipping through the door of the Hyperion into the outside world, Spike suddenly realised he didn't have a clue where to go.
He remembered the green demon Lorne and decided that Lorne's club was the best place to go. Caritas, he thought it was called.
Except... he didn't know the way. Crap. What a day he was having...
As he walked along the deserted street, the realisation of what had happened sunk in, and he felt like shit. He was a blind vampire in LA with no sense of smell, he didn't know the was round the city well enough to even find his way back to the Hyperion by now, and to cap it all, he was chipped.
Basically, he was screwed.
Hmm... don't quite know what possessed me to write this chapter, I wanted to write something different, and I was pining for Angelus so I just had to bring him into it. Don't know if you liked this one much, it's a bit different from the rest!
