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Spike entered the bedroom stopping by the end of the bed. His pet was laying asleep, her arm wrapped around the blistering chest of her Sire. Spike tilted his head, watching Drusilla's beautiful, long, pale legs slide under the thin fabric of her white dress as she moved in her sleep. A ringlet of her dark hair was curled around her slender fingers and even in deep sleep she playfully pulled at her hair, the gentle pain soothing her demon.

Angel was wide-awake, staring at the beautiful lines of his childe's face. The anger he felt after her treatment of him weakened when he remembered how he had treated her in the past. She'd been made to be his whore and be available whenever Darla was away or not in the mood. The things he had done and said to keep her submissive and aware of her place were unthinkable to anyone with the gift of compassion.

Angel turned his head and noticed cerulean eyes watching him with curiosity and amusement. He narrowed his eyes, preparing himself for being taken away for the ritual that would restore Drusilla to her old strength and in the same time destroy him. He didn't fear death, just felt melancholic and yet again guilty cause his death would bring sorrow to the one he loved the most.

Spike grinned, meeting his Sire's fervid gaze and walked up to him. He carefully lifted Drusilla's arm off Angel's chest and watched with love as she whimpered at the loss of being skin to skin with her Sire and turned on her other side, pressing a pillow against her chest.

The blonde vampire pulled Angel off the bed, making sure his hands were still firmly tied behind his back. He took a vice-like grip of Angel's arm and led the older vampire out of the room and out of earshot. He didn't want to disturb Drusilla's sleep as he too took farewell of their precious Sire.

Angel gave him a head butt that sent him to the floor and he watched amused from the floor as the bigger vampire tried to escape. Spike chuckled, shaking his head at the stubbornness the dark-haired vampire was showing. Agile as a cat he was soon back on his feet, easily catching up with Angel and sending his Sire hard to the floor, on his knees in front of him. It was strange how someone as large a man as Angel could look graceful, even when bound and gagged and forced to his knees but Spike enjoyed the sight and looked around him. He rapidly decided that the eerie, dank place suited well for this very last act of betrayal.

"Look at you." Spike said and Angel rose his gaze, meeting laughing eyes. "Is this the man that Europe feared for several generations?"

Angel lowered his gaze, a dejected look on his face.

Spike sighed. "Running off is all you ever do."

He put his hand around his back, searching for the knife he had hid there. He pulled it out of the sheath and it glimmered in the soft light. Angel winced at the sight.

"What's the matter, Angel? Don't you trust me?" Spike asked him amused. He loosened the gag and Angel licked his dry lips.

"I never did and I'm not exactly about to start now." He answered his childe.

"No, you never did trust people." Spike said and pulled Angel up to his feet. He took a long good look at his Sire's clothed body before he pressed the sharp knife blade against the clothes, watching the sharp metal cut through cloth and skin, letting bloodstained rags fall to the dirty floor. The dark-haired vampire hissed in pain and Spike pressed his palm against his smooth chest, capturing a nipple between his fingers. He placed a moist kiss on Angel's neck and licked at the salty skin over the jugular vein before scraping his blunt teeth against the skin, leaving red angry marks.

"Don't."

The order made Spike look up. Golden orbs of hatred and guilt stared up at him making him shiver in lust. Such anguish in the eyes of the Sire. A thing that should never exist nontheless be witnessed.

"Why not?" Spike questioned him. "I'm not doing anything you never did to me. What makes this different, Sire? Oh, that's it, isn't it? *Sire*. Well, you see, mate, I don't think of you that way anymore. Haven't for a long while and for the record I do what I please."

"What are you planning, boy?"

Spike narrowed his eyes in irritation. "Well, I've been hurt, you know. You're going to go out the hard way and if someone ever has taught me what hurts the most it's you. So get down on your hands and knees.*boy*."

"You're bluffing." Angel told him, staring down at a face cut in stone. Spike tilted his head, his icy blue eyes showing nothing but determination. Angel groaned when the blonde's fist crashed into his face, splitting his lip. A knee to his stomach and he went down, crashing hard on his knees to the stone floor. Fingers wrapped around his short hair pulling his head up and the gag was once again cutting his lips. He mumbled an objection and got his face smashed into the floor.

Angel blinked away the blood coming from the cut on his forehead and focused dizzily on the man behind him. Tears gathered in his dark eyes when he felt his childe's cock tear inside him. The soft cries that forcefully escaped his lips were muffled by the gag but ever so loud in his head and he found himself brought down memory lane, witnessing worse crimes with him as the rapist, the murderer, and the executioner...

During this vicious act of betrayal the nexus between them was twisting and changing but never breaking. The blood rushing through their veins was roaring against the crimes made in past and present but still it was the only remnant that held them together and reminded them of their place in the circle of sire and childe.

The End