Chapter Three

Day Two

3:00 p.m.

Voldemort's Lair

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"Angel. I think we have a problem." Spike shifted painfully onto his knees and studied the new addition to their cell. He moved no closer to what was obviously a boy, and instead waited for his Grandsire to shift his attention. It never hurt to have backup ready in case this was another of Voldemort's tricks.

"Does he smell like them?" Angel asked. Spike tilted his head and sniffled hesitantly. The pain from his broken nose had lessened since earlier, and no blood was sniffed down the back of his throat. But….

"No. He doesn't smell dark like the rest." Spike answered. He moved closer and reached out his uninjured hand to roll the boy onto his back. Green eyes blinked open once before falling shut.

Thick locks of black hair fell in the boy's pale and bloodied face. Spike moved it aside so it didn't get matted in the blood. The boy was lean, but not overly thin, and wore regular blue jeans and a bloodied shirt that had once been blue.

"He's injured." Angel joined Spike by the boy's body. "Badly. I can smell all the blood leaving his body."

"He's going to die." Angel said softly in response to Spike's near whisper.

"He's important." Spike said, sitting cross-legged by the boy's head. Gently he lifted it onto his lap.

"What do you mean?" Angel asked.

"I can smell the power on him. You would too if your lug hadn't met that guy's fist." Angel scowled the best he could at Spike, but then took a tentative sniff. Among the pain and swallowed blood this action caused, Angel could smell the power radiating from the boy.

"Intense power doesn't mean importance." Angel pointed out.

"No, but from what we've seen of these black robed guys, and from what they've been saying, if he wasn't important why would they let him live long enough to be thrown in here?" Angel nodded concedingly. "He'd make a beautiful childe." Spike whispered. Angel froze.

"Spike. What are you thinking?" He asked warily. "I hope it's not what I'm thinking." Spike looked up and Angel sighed. "It is, isn't it? Dammit Spike now is not the time…."

"I.."

"You can't Will." Spike frowned at his Sire's use of his old name.

"And why the bloody hell not?" Spike asked. "I'm old enough. He's old enough, or at least old looking enough. And Willow's spell works well enough that he won't lose his soul."

"Spike, Willow's spell….." Spike cut Angel off.

"Is bloody perfect. I've run into less vampires since she cast it, and out of the ones I met 75 of them had their souls and were more human than vamp." Angel sighed.

"But you can't turn a person unless they want to be turned. You know that, it's part of the rules we agreed on."

"We did, and I still do. But without it he'll die and I can't let that happen." Spike said stubbornly. "I don't need your permission you know. And I'm experienced enough to teach him. And we have you to help." Angel sighed.

"I won't stop you then, but think about it first. It would ruin his life."

"And dieing wont?" Spike retorted. Angel sighed. Then he spoke.

"Try feeding him your blood first. Wake him up enough to explain what's going on. See what he wants." Angel suggested. Spike looked down at the boy and nodded.

Spike brought his wrist up to his lips and his features shifted to those of a vampire. Ridges appeared on his forehead, his eyebrows disappeared almost completely, and his teeth shifted to accommodate fangs of an impressionable size. He sliced his wrist neatly on his fangs then lowered the bleeding wrist to the boy's mouth.

"Drink." HE urged softly, rubbing his wirst on the boy's mouth until some of it trickled inside. After a few minutes of persuasion the boy began to suckle lightly. Spike pulled his wrist away after a few seconds and shifted back into his human guise. The boy groaned. "Wake up now." Green eyes opened.

"Wh…"

"Shh, listen. There isn't much time and I need to explain a few things." The boy nodded tiredly. "I am a vampire. My Grandsire and I were captured not long ago by the same men who took you. You were thrown in here a few minutes ago. You're dieing." He paused.

"No!" The boy protested. He struggled to sit up but Spike held him down.

"It's okay. I won't let you die." The boy tilted his head at him. "I can turn you. Make you into what I am. You don't have to die."

"You mean….become a vampire." Spike nodded.

"I wanted to ask you first, at the insistence of my Grandsire." The boy nodded shakily.

"Do it." The boy said, then passed out as the borrowed strength left.

"Do it then, but only if you're ready for the responsibility." Angel said. Spike nodded and shifted back to game face. He lifted the boy into his lap and lapped gently at the boys neck. When he felt he was ready he sank his fangs into the flesh between shoulder and neck and drank deeply. Just as he felt the last of the blood slide down his throat, and heard the boy's heart stop, he reopened the vein in his wrist and squeezed a few drops into the boys open mouth.

The boy immediately latched on out of instinct as soon as Spike's wrist was close enough, and began to drink furiously. Spike didn't pull away until the boy stopped and his scent shifted from human to vampire. It was done. The boy was now one of the living dead.

TBC

Im baaaack! Miss me? I uploaded and wrote this at school so if it sucks, I'll fix it later. Anyways, my dog is doing okay but her tumor was cancerous and known to spread, so we don't know if she'll make it long. I'll update again ASAP.