Part: (18/?)
Writer: Az K Mello
Summery: Possessions get possessed.
Warning: mega angst. Buffy bashing, don't read it and don't flame. I've warned you, only idiots don't read the liner notes and then bitch.
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Spike was dancing with Drusilla when the pair came in. Looking over her shoulder he perused them. "Xander, do up your zipper. And, Gelus, you have a leaf in your hair." Angel reached up to his immaculate hair. The look of horror on Angel's face was great, as though he were witnessing a grisly murder, not that he had been told his hair was ruined. Spike laughed loudly while Xander tried to cover his smirk.
Angel was pissed at having been taken. And Xander quickly headed off whatever the dark vampire was about to say with a comment of his own. He didn't want to witness the start of WW III. "Spike where are we sleeping?"
"Look at the pretty kitten!" said Dru staring at Xander. "But the Angel Beast adopted him from the pound," Xander felt his neck itch under her glare, "and I can't play with him now! Stupid puppy!" If looks could kill Angel would have been dust.
Placing a protective hand on Angel's shoulder the boy said, "No, you're right. You have to protect your *sire's* property. But we can be friends." He spoke softly glancing between his lover and the girl. He thought of her as a girl yet he knew that she could kill him dead in an instant. The ancient man smiled at him sadly and thankfully while Dru just looked lost. "Spike? Bedroom?" he asked again.
"Third door on the landing." He pointed up the metal staircase and to the left. While the main body of the warehouse was open and vast the secondary rooms were small, had once been offices. Spike had converted six upon commandeering the building, he had needed the space for minions but now Dru was well and he really didn't need anyone to stand guard or to use as fodder against Buffy. Xander walked away from the three, a duffle bag over his shoulder. He figured they might need a moment and he wasn't about to invade. Even though he was part of the family now he still felt that if Spike and Dru needed some time with their sire he should damn well stay out of it. It may have been his privilege to be there, it didn't mean that it was the right thing to do.
Watching Xander shut the bedroom door Spike hissed at his sire, "Could you have bitten any deeper? I mean you did it cleanly enough but another forth of an inch and his head would be hanging off."
Rolling his eyes Angel said, "Stop exaggerating. It's not that deep, I got carried away is all. It'll heal nicely, he want a distinctive mark."
"What he *wants* is to know where he belongs. No stupid scar will do that."
"Stop. Preaching. To. Me. *Childe*." His voice was cold with menace, sick of Spike's flippant tone. He was the boy's sire and the lad better remember that, "All fucking night you've been preaching, he's mine he is going to damn well realize that and you are going to treat him with the respect he deserves or I'll make you wish you had bled to death a hundred years ago."
"Daddy?" asked Dru with a small smile.
"And," added Angel ignoring Dru's questioning voice, "I'm not sharing." She looked hurt, he knew she would. "I know that it's never been an issue, You're my childer and I've shared everything with you. But Xander is mine and mine alone. I'll skin either of you if you do anything suspect." He turned and walked up the stairs following Xander's scent to angry at everyone too actually look at where he was going.
"Daddy?" asked Drusilla again.
"No, pet," said Spike sadly, "Just Angel being a cunt." But his eyes didn't look as sure as his voice sounded.
Writer: Az K Mello
Summery: Possessions get possessed.
Warning: mega angst. Buffy bashing, don't read it and don't flame. I've warned you, only idiots don't read the liner notes and then bitch.
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Spike was dancing with Drusilla when the pair came in. Looking over her shoulder he perused them. "Xander, do up your zipper. And, Gelus, you have a leaf in your hair." Angel reached up to his immaculate hair. The look of horror on Angel's face was great, as though he were witnessing a grisly murder, not that he had been told his hair was ruined. Spike laughed loudly while Xander tried to cover his smirk.
Angel was pissed at having been taken. And Xander quickly headed off whatever the dark vampire was about to say with a comment of his own. He didn't want to witness the start of WW III. "Spike where are we sleeping?"
"Look at the pretty kitten!" said Dru staring at Xander. "But the Angel Beast adopted him from the pound," Xander felt his neck itch under her glare, "and I can't play with him now! Stupid puppy!" If looks could kill Angel would have been dust.
Placing a protective hand on Angel's shoulder the boy said, "No, you're right. You have to protect your *sire's* property. But we can be friends." He spoke softly glancing between his lover and the girl. He thought of her as a girl yet he knew that she could kill him dead in an instant. The ancient man smiled at him sadly and thankfully while Dru just looked lost. "Spike? Bedroom?" he asked again.
"Third door on the landing." He pointed up the metal staircase and to the left. While the main body of the warehouse was open and vast the secondary rooms were small, had once been offices. Spike had converted six upon commandeering the building, he had needed the space for minions but now Dru was well and he really didn't need anyone to stand guard or to use as fodder against Buffy. Xander walked away from the three, a duffle bag over his shoulder. He figured they might need a moment and he wasn't about to invade. Even though he was part of the family now he still felt that if Spike and Dru needed some time with their sire he should damn well stay out of it. It may have been his privilege to be there, it didn't mean that it was the right thing to do.
Watching Xander shut the bedroom door Spike hissed at his sire, "Could you have bitten any deeper? I mean you did it cleanly enough but another forth of an inch and his head would be hanging off."
Rolling his eyes Angel said, "Stop exaggerating. It's not that deep, I got carried away is all. It'll heal nicely, he want a distinctive mark."
"What he *wants* is to know where he belongs. No stupid scar will do that."
"Stop. Preaching. To. Me. *Childe*." His voice was cold with menace, sick of Spike's flippant tone. He was the boy's sire and the lad better remember that, "All fucking night you've been preaching, he's mine he is going to damn well realize that and you are going to treat him with the respect he deserves or I'll make you wish you had bled to death a hundred years ago."
"Daddy?" asked Dru with a small smile.
"And," added Angel ignoring Dru's questioning voice, "I'm not sharing." She looked hurt, he knew she would. "I know that it's never been an issue, You're my childer and I've shared everything with you. But Xander is mine and mine alone. I'll skin either of you if you do anything suspect." He turned and walked up the stairs following Xander's scent to angry at everyone too actually look at where he was going.
"Daddy?" asked Drusilla again.
"No, pet," said Spike sadly, "Just Angel being a cunt." But his eyes didn't look as sure as his voice sounded.