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Rating: M
Warnings: Adult Language/Character Death/Sexual Situations
Summary: Post NFA. Spike and Illyria are the only survivors in the alley. How will they cope with the lives they have lost…and the one they have gained? Spillyria
Her pet was thrashing wildly on the floor as she regarded him; she recognised this situation as something the humans referred to as a fit.
There was little she could do to alleviate her pet's physical pain in this matter and the shell's feelings of helplessness overwhelmed her and angered her even more.
She was an ancient God-King and should not be trifled by the pain of a mere half-breed pet.
Yet she stayed.
She reclined at his side and waited…warrior-pet or not she would not lower herself and she would not kneel for anyone.
But this pet had earned her respect, so she kept watch over him as the alley grew dark and silent and the rain poured down her back.
Eventually the screaming stopped, though she was unsure of whether this was a good sign for her pet.
He continued to fit for a minute or so more and then stopped and lay silent in the dark alley.
Soon something new became apparent to the God-King, something that wasn't there before and was masked by his pained screams.
The half-breeds heart was beating; he was alive.
This troubled her greatly.
The shell harboured feelings for the blonde which in turn gave her some ounce of affection towards him, even though he was little more than a pet to her.
Despite this and his increasingly insolent behaviour, his status in her eyes had increased greatly with the way he valiantly fought and she had been planning on taking him as her mate.
His new state changed things of that much she knew, only she wasn't sure how.
Wounds that were previously shrugged off by the vampire were now putting his human body in grave peril, she realised this as she listened to his heartbeat falter under the pressure of his numerous injuries.
She did not want him to die.
Then she would be completely alone in this world.
"Do not die spike"
She whispered to him, brushing hair out of his face.
"It would displease me greatly"
A very real feeling of fear travelled through Illyria's body, when his heart faltered once more.
Status be damned she though as she fell to her knees. She would simply kill anything that saw her.
Alone in the alley Illyria cradled the blonde pulling his body into her lap.
Salty water fell from her eyes as she hung her head and regarded her pet so damaged.
"I do not wish to be alone in this world"