SERIES : the Adventures of Buffy & Spike
PAIRING : Buffy/Spike
RATING : NC17
SPOILERS : major spoilers, I’ve
used actual show quotes from season four of Buffy.
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these
characters.
NOTES : I didn’t like season 4
with Buffy & Riley, so I rewrote it.
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“How long ‘til we get
there?” The constant whining from the passenger seat was bordering on annoying.
“You’re such a child,
‘how long ‘til we get there,’ do you not have any patience?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t
help it.”
“You’re a hundred and
twenty-six and you haven’t leaned patience yet? You’ve stalked and hunted
people and you can’t wait a couple hours in a car?”
“I’m sorry Buffy, but
I’m not looking forward to seeing my poof of a Sire to ask him this question,
he’s gonna rip me apart, if he doesn’t dust me first.”
“No he won’t.”
“He will if he finds
out I shagged you.”
“He won’t. He can’t,
and if he did, it’s my business, not his, he left.”
“You’re not his
business, but I am and therefore everything I do.”
She looked over at
him, covered in a blanket. “You look ridiculous. Just put the blanket up around
the visor and stick some edges in the window. Then you can at least look at me
while you’re whining.” He grumbled and fixed the blanket as she’d suggested and
looked at her, smiling sexily. “Don’t look at me that way, gets a girl all
riled up and since you refuse to touch me anywhere but my arm, it borders on
cruelty.”
“He’s gonna know,
he’s gonna look at me and know and I’ll be done for.”
“You’re REALLY scared
of him, aren’t you?”
“No.”
“Tell me the truth.”
She looked over at him with as much of a threatening face as she could muster.
“Fine, yes, a little.
If he was mean before he’ll be meaner now.”
“Angel has a soul.”
“But I’m a demon who
shagged his true love and he’s gonna know, then he’s gonna rip me apart like he
used to.”
“What did he used to
do?”
“Use your imagination
Slayer cause I’m not going to tell you.”
“Why not?”
“I won’t tell you the
same as you won’t tell me every detail about that night with him.” He took out
a cigarette and lit it.
“You know they say
smoking’ll kill ya.”
“Yeah, well luckily I
don’t have that problem.”
“Yeah, but I do,
second hand smoke is dangerous.” He rolled his eyes and flicked it out the
cracked window. “Thanks.”
“So how long?”
“An hour, and the sun’ll
be gone soon, which is good cause you’re driving once we’re within the city
limits.”
“Fine by me. You
drive slow.”
“Well, you may not
have to fear dying in a car crash but I do. Course if we were to drive over a
cliff you could technically be thrown from the car and land on a tree, that
would suck.”
“You have way too
much time on your hands Slayer.”
“Well, when the
person you love refuses to fuck you, it gives you time to think of their
demise.”
“Buffy... you know
that...”
“That the big bad William
the Bloody is scared of the little old poof.”
“You want me to touch
you?”
“Yeah! I do.”
“Yeah?”
“YEAH!”
“Stop the car.”
“What?”
“Stop the car.” She
pulled over on the side of the road. He wrapped his arm around her waist, slid
her toward him on the seat and smashed his lips against hers. Her mouth opened
immediately and he slipped his cool tongue inside her cavity and began his
exploration of her mouth slowly at first but his intensity increased and the
kiss was deepened. He felt her warm fingers massaging his scalp while her other
hand was stroking him through his jeans. He used his hands to pull her skirt up
over her hips and he smelled her arousal long before his fingers touched her
hot wet center. He reached under the seat and slid it as far back as it would
go and reclined it some.
He then pulled her
under him on the passenger seat while never breaking the kiss once. He pulled
her panties down and she flung her legs up over his shoulders after she threw
his duster in the back. He kissed the inside of her thighs, wet kisses, running
his tongue along her inner legs until his trails led him to the same place. He
kissed her lightly and she moaned above him, her hands still in his hair.
Feather kisses on her
soft folds in the nest of curls were slowly driving her insane. “SPIKE!” She
screamed, but it only seemed to prolong his torture. She felt his tongue run
along the outside of her sopping opening, refusing to enter her, refusing to
give her any kind of peace. “WILLIAM!” She screamed and he looked up at her and
kissed her on the navel, winked and flicked the tip of his tongue inside her.
She watched him work, the image in and of it itself very erotic, she’d never
really watched. She could see him, where his tongue was and what she was
feeling and it only added fuel to her desire. She watched him lick his fingers
before sliding two of them inside her and she clenched down on them eliciting a
growl from him. She could feel them moving inside her, twisting, stretching
her, pushing deeper inside before he pulled them back out. She flung her head
back against the seat in frustration. “Please! Spike! Please!” He chuckled and
started thrusting his fingers in and out while his thumb made contact with her
clit. ‘Just use your fuckin’ mouth Spike.’ She tried to will him to do it but
he knew what she wanted and wouldn’t give it to her.
“William, please!” He
heard her panting his name, his REAL name. “William... William...” over and
over, getting angrier by the minute. He finally decided to oblige and his tongue
flicked on the swollen bundle of nerves before taking it in his mouth. “OH
GOD!” He began sucking on it, toying with it, his tongue ran over it and she
moaned and panted his name. Meanwhile he could feel her muscles around his
fingers and he decided to add another and she squealed some more. “Oh God, I’m
so close... please!” But he knew she was loving this torment, keeping her on
the brink for so long would make it better for her. He felt like his fingers
were on fire inside her, she was so hot and wet. He released the pink bud and
she moaned in agony. “Please...”
“What do you want?”
“YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT
YOU BLOODY BASTARD!” She screamed. Her outburst was a shock and when he met her
eyes, he swore they were yellow. “Now give it to me.”
He nodded. “Tell me
what you want.”
“I wanna come, please
let me come, make me come, please...” she looked at him with pleading eyes as
he continued moving his fingers, “please...” she whimpered.
He nodded pushing his
fingers further into her body. “Come for me Buffy... come for me.” He took her
nubbin back in his mouth and sucked as hard as he could and she started shaking
beneath him, her muscles clenched around his fingers. He couldn’t bite her to
push her over the edge so he used his tongue to squeeze her nubbin and she
screamed and thrust into him as she came. He continued sucking until she had
began to calm down and he released her from his mouth and pulled his fingers
out of her and sucked on them. “Now that’s probably the sweetest I’ve ever
tasted.” He said as she slipped her tongue in his mouth.
“Me too.” She looked
in his eyes. “Now fuck me lover.” He shook his head.
“No, only for you,
this was for you. I can’t, as is Angel’s already gonna smell you all over me.”
“We’ll stop somewhere
so you can wash off, and I will too. Maybe we should get a hotel room first
before going there?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
She peeked out the window.
“Suns down, you
drive.”
“Okay.”
“Thanks Spike.” It
sounded weird now, having heard her once call him William.
“What’s your name?”
He asked.
“What do you mean?”
He got the car started and she pulled the blanket down and opened the window.
“I mean Buffy is not
seriously your name, is it?”
“No.”
“So, what is it? You
know mine.” She stuck her foot out the window.
“Elizabeth, Elizabeth
Anne Summers.”
“Why do you go by
Buffy?”
“Why do you go by
Spike? It’s a nickname that just stuck with me.”
“How’d you get it?”
“Well my mom called
me Bethy when I was little only I couldn’t pronounce Bethy, I pronounced it
Buffy and it just stuck. And if you think about it, Elizabeth the vampire
slayer just wouldn’t sound as good.”
“True.”
“What about you? Why
don’t you go by William? Why’d you change it and when?”
“I told you, I
started going by Spike after Angel left. I was making a reputation for myself
and I used railroad spikes a few times and it was fun. Dru called me it first
but Angelus refused. But when he left I wanted something that sounded
intimidating since I couldn’t hide under his shadow anymore, so I kept it, and
Dru liked it better.”
“Do you miss being
called William?”
“Sometimes. I miss...
never mind.”
“No, come on tell me,
we’ve got forty-five minutes left, tell me.”
“I kinda miss Angel
calling me Will.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. When
he would call me boy, it was cause I had to do something or he wanted to play
with me. When he called me William it was cause he was mad, either cause I’d
done something or someone else had made him mad. BUT when he called me Will, it
was cause he simply wanted me, just to talk or hunt or just to have fun, not
for any specific reason. And it was nice being wanted by your sire.” He was
quiet for a minute. “Course that was before the soul, and his blinding hatred
of me kicked in.”
“Does it bother you?”
“What?”
“Him hating you.”
“Yes, bloody hell, of
course. He’s my sire, a soul doesn’t change that, he made me, I have a part of
him inside, he has some of me inside him. Having your sire just all of a sudden
try and kill you? And we didn’t know what had happened to him, we hadn’t really
heard about the curse. It was a shock.”
“Gee, I guess.” She
closed her eyes for a minute and opened them again. “Ca...” She shook her head.
“What?”
“Nothing, forget it.”
“NO. From now on
Slayer, you and me are gonna be honest, let’s promise that, no secrets.”
“Okay, spit on it.”
“Huh?” He looked over
at her and she spit in her hand and he did likewise. She put her hand in his
and interlocked fingers.
“You may have blood
promises or whatever, but we have spit promises.”
“Okay.” He laughed.
“God you are so hot
when you’re smiling.”
He looked over at her
again and smiled. “It’s nice to have something to smile about. Now tell me.”
“I was just gonna ask
if I can call you Will, but it’s stupid, so forget it, but that’s what I was
thinking.”
“Can I call you Elizabeth?”
She looked at him and nodded. “Then I’ll call you Elizabeth sometimes and you
can call me Will, but only in private, I’ve still got that reputation to
uphold.”
She nodded in
agreement, “Oh absolutely. I can’t have vampires calling me Elizabeth the
slayer.” She spit in her hand again and he did likewise and they held hands.
“So how long more
Beth?”
“Oh, ‘bout a half an
hour Will.” They both broke out in laughter.
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“I wonder where they
are.”
“I don’t know love,
but I think you should talk first, and I’ll stop by in an hour.”
“No. Do you know how
to get into the office without the key?”
“We can use the sewer
tunnels to get into his apartment, why?”
“Cause we can stow
you somewhere, so he won’t see you at first or something, I don’t know, let’s
just go.” Fifteen minutes later they were sitting in Angel’s office, Buffy on
the couch, Spike in his office, waiting. She heard voices from the hallway.
“NO! We’re not
helping her anymore Angel. She was gonna sacrifice us to those goons.” It was
Cordelia.
“I must say I rather
agree with Cordelia on this Angel.” And Wesley?
“Guys, there’s...”
the door opened, “Buffy.”
“Hi.” She stood up.
Cordelia and Wesley walked in.
“Oh great! Just what
need, we’ve got the Princess of Heat bringing her intergalactic fight here and
now we’ve got the Ice Princess too.” Cordy hasn’t changed much.
“Nice to see you too
Cordelia.”
“Oh, I didn’t... I’m
sorry, I just meant the last time you were here he brooded for a week nonstop and
I don’t need THAT again. SO, what brings you here?”
“I... WE need to talk
to Angel.”
“We?” Angel said as
his eyes lifted to meet his childe’s who was standing in his office door. Angel
vamped out immediately and lunged after Spike growling loudly.
“ANGEL! NO!” Angel
kicked Spike and he flew into the wall ten feet behind him. He jumped
immediately and vamped out a he blocked a blow to the face and threw one of his
own. His fist made contact with Angel’s face and there was no pain. “STOP!”
Spike stopped at Buffy’s command. She pushed her way in between Sire and
Childe. “STOP THIS!”
Angel put on his
human mask once more and Spike did likewise. “Why are you here boy?”
“First off mate, I’m
not your boy and I never will be again.”
“Then I wouldn’t come
here lookin’ for trouble you’re bound to find.”
“Angel?” Cordelia
spoke and he turned to face her. “Wesley and I are just gonna go back to my
place, if you need anything, let us know. Okay?”
“Yeah, thanks guys,
you did good tonight.” He said and the two left. He turned to face his love.
“Buffy, why the hell are you here with him?”
“Angel, we should
sit, cause you are SO not gonna like this.”
“Fine, we can go
downstairs.” He started down but she didn’t follow. “Buffy?”
“Give me a minute,
I’ll be right down.” He left and she turned to Spike. “Be good and give me a
few minutes, I’ll call you down, okay?” He nodded and she leaned into a kiss.
Their lips met softly and then she went downstairs.
“Angel?”
“In here,” she
followed his voice into the kitchen. “Want something to drink?”
“I don’t, but you
might.”
“Why? If you have
something to say, say it, isn’t that what you told me?”
“Yes. First of all,
Spike can’t harm a living thing, so you shouldn’t worry about him.”
“What?”
“There’s this branch
of the US military, called the Initiative and they go around capturing demons
and vampires and the like. I guess they perform experiments and things like
that, I don’t know, but they caught Spike and put this chip in his head. They
call it behavior modification, which means that he’s a helpless as a kitten
against humans. Anytime he tries to hurt a living soul, the chip is activated
and it basically zaps him with intense neurological pain, so he can’t hurt. He
found out recently that he can hurt demons so he’s been patrolling with me so
he can fight.”
“Spike? Has been
helping you patrol?”
“Yes, weird I know,
but it’s nice having back up.”
“That’s what I won’t
like?”
“No, that’s the best
part. Just promise me to keep an open mind and let me say what I need to.” He
nodded. “Okay, so after you left I was devastated, I missed you a lot and was
scared about college. Hell my first couple days at college I was beat up by a
gang of vampires, me? They almost had me and I had to run, me, I ran away from
vampires. Willow and Oz had this happy little couple thing going on and they
had friends and I had me. I went to the Bronze one night and thought I saw you
standing at the bar but it wasn’t you. Anyway, Xander came home and we’ve got
the gang back together. But even after that, it wasn’t the same. You left so I
could have a nice normal life, but that can’t happen anymore than we can
happen.”
“Buffy...”
“NO! Let me finish,
please.”
He nodded, “I’m
sorry, go ahead.”
“So, Thanksgiving
when you were there, was the night Spike found us and told us about the chip
and we kinda chained him in Giles’ bathtub until we were sure he couldn’t hurt
people. This was right after Oz left Willow. She was so hurt, he cheated on her
with another werewolf and she was broken, and I understood that, but she wanted
to be healed right away. She did a spell to have her will be done and she
thought it hadn’t worked, but it did, it just went wacky. Giles went blind,
Xander and Anya ended up being chased by demons and Spike and I became
engaged.”
“WHAT?”
“Calm down. He
escaped from Giles’ and I had to go get him in case he was hurting people, so
Willow was upset, and said ‘if Buffy cares about Spike so much, why doesn’t she
just marry him?’ and he proposed. So after she broke the spell I went home that
night and I started having these dreams.”
“Dreams?”
“Yes, about sex, sex
dreams and I thought it was just cause I was missing you, but I don’t think...
no, I know it’s not that anymore. And this is the part you’re aren’t going to
like.”
“What? Just tell me,
nothing can be worse than you being engaged to Spike through a spell.”
“I fell in love with
Spike.” He froze. “Angel?” She waved her hand in front of his face. “Angel?”
“I stand corrected.
That’s worse.” He stood up and looked at her and walked away.
“Angel?” He went into
the living room and opened a grate and left. “Angel?” He was gone. She thought
it best to let him go. She went to the bottom of the stairs. “SPIKE?”
“Yeah love?”
“He’s gone.”
Spike came down.
“Where’d he go?”
“Hopefully not to
dust himself.”
“Though if he did,
you’d be free.”
“Don’t think that.”
“What happened?”
“I told him about
what happened my first day of college with the vampire gang and how sad I was,
and about the spell and what happened.”
“About...”
“NO! I didn’t get a
chance, but I told him I fell in love with you and he looked at me and left. I
think we should just wait here for a while.”
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They were sprawled
out on the couch three hours later when they heard the grate open. She stood
up. “I was gonna start worrying soon.”
“Buffy, leave us.” He
said, not making eye contact with either one of them.
“Angel...”
“LEAVE!” He growled
and walked into the kitchen.
She turned to face
Spike. “It’s okay love, go on.”
“No, I don’t...” he winked
at her.
“Don’t worry.” She
nodded and went upstairs. He stood watching his Sire silently as he heated some
blood. He wasn’t going to say anything, he wasn’t sure how to play this. He
thought a little submissiveness wouldn’t hurt the situation. He walked into the
kitchen and felt Angel’s eyes on him as he sat down. Spike’s eyes met Angel’s
for a minute and then he bowed his head, eyes on the floor. A specific act of
giving in. “Sire?”
“What?” His answer
was a short growl.
“Permission to
speak?”
“Denied.” He mumbled.
The silence was deafening between them and he felt Angel’s burning glaze,
burning a hole through his head. He took the cup out the microwave and sat down
opposite Spike. Spike kept his eyes down. “She tells me that you have been
rendered impotent, is that right William?” He had to go and call him that,
didn’t he?
“Yes Sire, it is.” He
kept his gaze down, as much as he wanted to tell the pillock just what he
thought of what he did to Buffy, he didn’t think it would help.
“She also tells me
that you were under a spell and became engaged.”
“Yes Sire.”
“Did I ask a
question?”
“No, I beg your
forgiveness Sire.” It sickened him to be this way again, especially with Angel.
“Are you still
engaged?”
“No Sire, it ended
when the spell was broken.”
“And yet she tells me
she has ‘fallen in love with you.’ What do you say about that William?”
“I don’t understand
the question Sire.”
“Have you touched her
in anyway that is not friendly?” Spike was quiet, an act of admission of guilt.
“How did you touch her William?” Angel was getting angry.
“I kissed her while
we were under the spell Sire.”
“What about before
that?”
“I only fought her
before the spell Sire.”
“What about after?”
Spike was silent. He couldn’t tell if Angel suspected or if he knew nor could
he tell what he would do with an answer. “ANSWER ME BOY! Did you touch her
after the spell was broken?”
“Yes Sire, I did.”
“How?”
“Sire...”
“HOW?” He hissed.
“Sire, I beg you, she
didn’t want to hurt you with this. She would be embarrassed if I were to
speak...” he was silenced with a blow to the face from his Sire’s powerful
backhand.
“TELL ME! How and
where did you touch her?”
Spike closed his eyes
and swallowed before answering. He knew he’d have a red mark from that
backhand, he’s always gotten bruised from Angel’s angry wrath. “We... I made
love to her Sire.” Angel was silent. This silence was not one he recognized. He
knew how to read his Sire when he was in vampire mode, in Sire-Childe mode,
nothing had really changed, except this silence. He was thinking, he was
brooding, and probably planning on how to stake him without Buffy being mad.
Finally he spoke.
“How many times?”
“Once Sire, we made
love once.”
“When?”
“A week ago now.”
“A week?”
“Yes Sire.”
“And since then?”
“I have not touched
her that way, but one kiss.” Liar! Angel knew it and his hand cracked across
his face again.
“I’M NOT AN IDIOT
BOY! Do you think I don’t smell her on your clothes? That I can’t tell!”
“No Sire, she just
thought it best to keep quiet.”
“Blaming it on
someone else?”
“No Sire, forgive
me.” Another blow to the face.
“Don’t give me orders
boy. What happened?”
“In the car, Sire, on
our way here, she asked... no, I... I gave her an orgasm. That’s all Sire.”
“Very well. What
happened after you made love to her?”
“We fell asleep and
when we woke that morning we were silent Sire.”
“Silent?”
“Yes Sire, did you
hear of laryngitis epidemic in Sunnydale?”
“Oh yes.”
“Permission to speak
Sire?”
“Oh, yes, sorry,
continue.”
“They were fairytale
monsters, called the Gentleman that stole our voices so we didn’t talk
afterward, we couldn’t.”
“But you spent the
night?”
“Yes Sire, I had been
staying with her Watcher, but he was expecting a friend and the Slayer offered
me a room at her mum’s, so I went with her.”
“And you just took
her because she offered you a bed?” Angel stalked closer to him, angry.
“NO!” Another
backhand across his face.
“Don’t raise your
voice to me boy!”
“I’m sorry Sire but
that thought appalls me. I wouldn’t do that.”
“Sure you would
William, you have before, several times. And do you recall what happened when
you bedded a girl without my say so?”
“Yes Sire.” Painfully
so.
“How is this
different? Why shouldn’t I take you back under my power?”
“This time is different
because she’s the Slayer.” Angel was silent again. “Because she’s your Slayer.”
“So how did it
happen?”
“We’d been talking
one night at the Watcher’s house Sire, about yourself and Drusilla. She told me
how your lost your soul. We started being friends, and I think the spell
brought out feelings that had been there all along.”
“You dare tell me
that she was harboring feelings for you while she was in love with me?” Another
backhand.
“ANGEL! STOP IT!”
Buffy came rushing in. “Stop it. Spike?” Spike kept his eyes down, he couldn’t
look at her.
“Buffy, leave, you
don’t have a place here.”
“Angel, this is
nonsense, you’re not his master anymore.”
“Master? How would
you know about that?” He walked over to Spike and whispered in his ear, “You’ve
been busy teaching her William, haven’t you?”
“I have Sire. She had
questions and I explained to her some of the culture. I beg forgiveness Sire.”
“Angel, this is
crazy, Spike, let’s go.” She stood in the doorway but he didn’t move.
“Buffy, leave us.”
Angel said once more.
“No.”
“Sire? Permission?”
“Granted.” Spike
looked up at her and met another backhand. “To speak.” Angel said sternly.
“Buffy, leave us, I’m
fine, we’ll be fine. Why don’t you go to Cordelia’s apartment and visit?”
“NO! This is crazy
Spike.”
“Listen Slayer, I’m
fine, leave us now, please, leave now.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, go.” Angel left
for a moment and came back.
“Here’s the address
of her place. Go.” Buffy left reluctantly. Angel sat across from Spike once
more. Silence. “I trust you know of the scar on her neck.”
“I do Sire.” Another
backhand.
“That wasn’t a
question.” Damn his jaw hurt although Angel really did have the right to do
much worse. “So you knowingly touched my possession.” He resisted the urge to
say no. He didn’t want Angel to get the wrong idea. He felt like he was a
fledgling again, and it killed him. “Why?”
“With respect Sire, I
did not knowingly touch her. I did not see the mark until after we made love.
It was then that I realized you’d claimed her. Had I known, I wouldn’t have
Sire, I swear.”
“Fair enough. Why did
you come here?”
“I told her about
your claim to her, Sire, and how I was mated to Dru until she left me.”
“And you came here to
challenge me for her?”
“I did Sire.”
“And you submit to me?
Is that your challenge?”
“She thought I might
ask permission first Sire.”
“And why would I give
YOU permission to claim her?”
“I haven’t the
slightest idea. I think she’d rather us not fight over her Sire. She’s afraid I
will die.”
“Is that so?”
“No Sire, not
exactly, I’M afraid I will.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re my
Sire, and I could no more kill you than I could Drusilla. I know your strength,
and I cannot match it with my own.”
“Not even for a
mate?”
“I think not Sire.”
Damn his jaw hurt. He opened his mouth and closed it slightly.
He stood up and Spike
did not look to see where he was going, he just kept staring at the floor. “And
yet you still wish to mate with her?”
“I do Sire, more than
anything.”
“And she wishes the
same boy?”
“Yes Sire, she says
she does.”
“And you’ve explained
what that means?”
“I did Sire. I told
her that it would mean we were mated until we die.”
“And what’s to stop
you from turning her?”
“My feelings for her,
the bleedin’ chip in my head, and death by you Sire.” Angel chuckled.
“Why do you want to
mate with her?” Angel walked over to him but he kept his eyes and head down.
“Because Sire... I...
I love her.” He felt Angel’s hand drawing near, holding something.
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“Hey Buffy, come on
in! I was just making some tea, would you like some?”
“Please, thanks
Cordelia.”
“So what’s going on?”
“Oh, I, Spike and I
came in order to ask Angel’s blessing to be together as a couple, it’s a whole
vampire thing.”
“Mating?” Wesley asked
coming in the kitchen. “You are mating?”
“Trying to, Angel’s
the problem.”
“Oh dear.”
“Yeah.”
“What’s going on?
What’s mating?” Cordelia asked.
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Angel’s hand went to
his chin and pulled it up, but Spike refused to meet his eyes. “Look at me
Will.” He looked at him. “NEVER while I have my soul do you EVER have to submit
to me again.” Spike nodded and Angel pressed a cold compress to his cheek.
“Keep this on there for a while, it’ll take the sting away.”
“Thanks.” He sat
upright and looked at Angel’s guilt ridden face. “Don’t look at me that way you
bloody wanker. I don’t need your pity.”
“I’m sorry for what I
turned you into Will.”
“Don’t be, I’m not
any worse off than I was before, except I feed from the people I kill now, or
at least I did until I got this bloody chip.”
“Buffy said you get
zapped, for lack of a better term, when you try and hurt people?”
“Yes. It’s like...
oh, you remember that time you told me about when the Master hit your head with
that sledge hammer cause he was mad?”
“Yeah.”
“Imagine that, only
instead of being hit on the outside, being hit from INSIDE your head.”
“Ouch.”
“No kidding.”
“You hungry?”
“A little.” Angel
offered him the mug he was drinking from and he took it and drank some.
“Thanks.”
“So how did you get
the chip in?”
“I remember watchin’
the Slayer fightin’ and she walked away saying ‘I don’t think the forces of
evil are trying’ and then I got zapped, with electricity and the next thing I
knew I was in this high tech cage. I don’t remember when they put the chip in
or anything, I just know that they came to get me to run some tests after
giving me some drugged up blood, which I didn’t drink, and I fought back and
escaped. I went to the Slayer’s room to kill her for doing that to me, and she
wasn’t there, Red was. I tried to bite her and I couldn’t. I roamed around,
trying to hurt people and it didn’t work so on Thanksgiving I figured I’d go to
the Slayer cause Harmony wouldn’t take me in.”
“Harmony? Didn’t
Buffy go to school with a Harmony?”
“Yes she did and
before you go and wallop me again, I didn’t turn her, I found her in an ally
when I came lookin’ for the ring and we hooked up. But she got mad when I staked
her while we were lookin’ for the bloody ring, boy was I surprised when she
didn’t turn to dust. She’d put the ring on and I took it and left her.”
Silence. “So this was a waste of time comin’ here, right?”
Angel looked at him.
He’d always felt his Sire could burn a hole through his eyes with just a
glance, he still could. Angel would always have power over him, whether he
chose to exercise it or not. He was his Sire and Spike was one of his favored
childer, or at least he had been. Still, looking into Angel’s eyes now, he
didn’t see contempt or rage. That’s what differed his Sire now and his Sire
then, his eyes. “Are you gonna say something you sod or are you just gonna look
at me?”
“I was just admiring
what a beautiful childe you are William.” God why did he have to do this? It
was so hard knowing why he’d come and seeing Angel looking like that. He’d come
to break his Sire’s heart. “You were always so headstrong, which got you into
trouble frequently. I’m sorry for what I did to you.”
“You don’t need to
give me pity cause I can’t hurt people anymore, I don’t want pity least of all
from you Peaches.” He put the compress down on the table, his jaw felt better,
he wondered if there were marks still.
“I’m not giving you
pity Will, I’m saying that I’m sorry for stealing Dru from you and I’m sorry
for all those times you got hurt by my hands.”
“You were a tough
Sire but being the childe of Angelus the Scourge of Europe had its rewards. No
one dare challenge you for me, not other masters, not anyone.”
“Yes they did Will.
It was no secret you were my favorite and that you were on your way to being a
master yourself. Everyone wanted you, I just broke all their necks, you were
mine.”
“I was.”
“You are.”
“I am.” He said
without hesitation.
“You are.” He said
taking a bottle of vodka out of a cupboard. “You were my favorite Will, you
knew that. You weren’t a minion, you weren’t a fledgling, you were my favorite.
I knew you would be the first time I saw you. Dru came and told me she’d found
her mate and she took me to you. You were in an ally chasing down some little
blonde thing and you caught her and threw her up against the wall and she was
screaming at you to stop but you didn’t. I knew you’d be perfect for us.” He’d
never known that. “I gave Dru permission to court you and when she told me
she’d succeeded I told her to bring you to me.”
“I thought that was
the first time you’d seen me.”
“No, I’d been
watching you for a while. I knew you’d be perfect for us. I’d been following
the infamous William the Bloody, you had quite a reputation for torturing and
killing people. When Dru said she wanted to find you I thought it would be
impossible but one night the moon told her where to find you and we did. I
watched her court you sometimes, you were so gentle with her and you never
tried to hurt her. I suppose the reason you can love so completely now is the
same reason why you could have been such a ruthless killer before the demon
touched you. I knew you’d be an unruly childe at best, you had such spirit, but
that’s what I loved about you Will. I didn’t want to leave you two to meet
Darla, but you know as well as I do that the obligations as a childe outweigh
those of a sire and I left. I guess somewhere between then and a few years ago
my demons plans changed. Probably because of the soul and Buffy, but I’d never
planned on stealing Dru from you,” he paused, “I’d planned on taking you from
her.” His eyes shot up to meet Angel’s.
“You changed mate.
Besides the obvious, you were a tough Sire, you kept the order with an iron
fist, or anything else heavy and metal that was lying around. But you were also
gentle too, in your own way, but the way you were most recently? That was not
my Sire, my Sire wouldn’t have gone soft with the Slayer, she’d be long gone by
now. He wouldn’t have tried to end the world either, I guess I can understand
why though. I mean if I’d been with a soul I guess I’d despise people when I
got rid of the soul. Though I couldn’t read you before, I’d gotten pretty good
at reading your moods, but in Sunnyhell? You were unpredictable and dangerous.
You were contradicting yourself all the time. Had you been MY Sire, I wouldn’t
have gone to the Slayer, I wouldn’t have had to.”
“No you wouldn’t
have, because you would have been well, we’d have left to fix my William or we
would have drained every last person dry if it would have fixed you.” He took a
sip of the vodka. “I remember thinking about finding you and Dru after the
curse, I was hungry and I didn’t know what to do. But I knew my own Sire kicked
me out. How could I look at my children? I would have been the submissive one,
and I couldn’t do that.”
“You never could.”
Spike chuckled to himself while lighting a cigarette.
“No, I couldn’t. But
the real reason I didn’t find you? Was because you were just two more people
I’d killed in cold blood and made ruthless killers.”
“You’re wrong, I
already was a killer Angel, that’s why returning my soul to me now probably
wouldn’t do any good.”
“I know. I thought
about it, but Dru couldn’t have handled it and it wouldn’t have bothered you.”
He took a drink. “I recently ran into Penn.”
“Good ole Penn? How
was he?”
“He was good, still
reliving his past. He’s dust now.”
“You ran him
through?”
“No, someone else
did. It’s a long story.” He took another drink. “I made a lot of vampires but I
only took five children and you were my favorite without question. You reminded
me so much of myself, but you turned out to be stronger than me by far Will.
You could win a fight against me any day if you had enough to fight for. I
never told you how much I loved you, or how proud I was of my favorite childe,
but I was and I did.”
“And now?”
“And now...
interesting situation we’re in.”
“I suppose.”
“And now... I want
you to go get Buffy.” He wrote something down on a piece of paper. “This is the
address, it’s Cordelia’s apartment, she’ll be there, come back in a couple
hours before the sun comes up so you don’t get burnt. Okay?”
“Okay, my Sire.”
Angel looked at him and smiled as they stood up.
“Now get out of here.”
He pushed him out of the kitchen.
~El Fin~
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