Title: Peaches
Author: Night Essence
Rating: PG
Summary: A totally pointless drabble about why Spike calls Angel Peaches.
Warning: Slight Slash. Angelus/William
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Thanks for rubbing it in.
There is a reason you know. A reason that Angel gets called Peaches by Spike. Yeah, there was reason, but Angel wasn't gonna think about it. See not thinking about it...and damn it, he was thinking about it because Fred had asked him about it this morning. One little question had caused him so much stress.
The stress mostly came form the fact that the nickname referred back to a time he really rather not think about. That's right his time as Angelus. Now you might ask yourself, 'Why would Spike dare to call the most fearsome vampire ever Peaches?' And the simple answer was that Spike loved to annoy both Angel and Angelus.
Ah yes, but the nickname itself came from an incident involving both Angelus and William. And now you're probably asking, 'Why the hell won't she just tell us the story?' You see there's a simple answer to that too. It's because Angel won't let himself think about it. He won't think about it because it was a good memory, and a good memory for Angelus, was a bad memory for Angel. And such thinking would only allow Angel to brood, and to brood was to feel guilty, and Angel hated the feeling of guilt. Which is what he felt right now because damn it he was brooding and thinking about that incident. So let's continue with the story shall we.
London 1899
Angelus walked into the mansion that was now his, because he killed the owners, and took a shallow breath. Scents of dried blood, smoke, and honey, told him that his favored childe was here. The vampire grinned and walked into the sitting room. Sure enough, there was William sitting calmly in an overstuffed chair reading a book. Angelus snuck up behind the younger vampire and was surprised when William ducked away from his outstretched hand. The blond haired vampire turned to look at his sire, a small smile on his face.
"Sire, what's that smell?" Angelus' eyebrows furrowed to show his confusion.
"What smell?" William's smile got brighter and he bust out laughing.
"You Sire! You smell like peaches! Fresh, juicy peaches." Angelus snarled and took a deep breath this time. And just like William had said he smelled like peaches. The elder vampire thought back over the night, trying figure out why he smelled this way. He recalled some damned gypsies smirking as he passed them. He growled softly, and was pulled back to the present by the sounds of William's rich laughter. Angelus grinned again, before he tackled the boy. A small fight ensued, which Angelus won, of course. William looked up at his sire and sighed.
"I love you, Sire. My love, my Angelus, my Peaches." William laughed again at the nickname, but was silenced when Angelus kissed him.
Wolfram & Hart
Angel shivered as he took the time to relive the memory. The way Spike said the nickname now, wasn't filled with love and devotion. Now it was said with bitter resentment and hatred. Angel sighed and sat down. He so did not want to think about the nickname. It reminded him of his time as Angelus, of murder and mayhem and William.
How was that? Can I get some comments? Please.