Disclaimer
– I don’t own Buffy,
Angel, Spike, or any of the other characters, “although I wish I did” but I
don’t, they all belong to Joss Weldon.
Authors
Note – This would be about the 4th Season, and
this would be set in my alternate fantasy world were ANGEL CAN HAVE SEX, HE
NEVER WENT AWAY TO L.A., AND RILEY’S A BIG FAT JERK THAT NOBODY LIKES. And
because he and everyone else in Inisitive sucks, this is my way of trashing
them. This is rated (NC-17)
Special
Thanx – As always special thanks to my “Anime girl”, and
my co-author Demon Cat3, who made me sit down and finish this story after like
a month of procrastinating.
Hostile 359
Sunrise.
In the protective covering of the night I could have out run, out fought, and out contended them all. But now with the deadly light chasing away my protective covering, I can’t help but realize, ‘I am so screwed.’
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The
room was so cold, he was sure that he would be able to see his breath, well if
he actually breathed that is. His head, no make that entire body, ached and
burned with pain. “Ohhhhh.” Shivering, naked, and aching, the wounded vampire
lay on the cold operating table trying desperately to remain conscious. Vaguely
he was aware of the humans that were surrounding and toughing him, oh how he
wished he had the strength to move from the table and kill them all. But in his
present state he could do little more then whimper, as his captures shoved
needles, and various other pointy things into him. “Please… stop..” It was
barley more then a whisper but he knew that they heard him. “I’m afraid we
can’t do that Angelus.” That was one of the rare times they had actually called
him by his name. Most of the time it was that ‘hostile 359’ crap. “Why… why are
you doing this?” He pleaded. “You know why.” He tried to lift his head, to see
who exactly was responding to him. “No.. I don……” He was to weak to finish. Who
ever, was answering him let out an annoyed sigh, as if she was trying to
explain something to a stupid child. “You’re the only vampire in existence that
posses love, humanity, guilt. You’re special. And we want to know why.”
He couldn’t quit recall
exactly how long he had been here. Maybe a few hours, a few days, with the way
he felt he wouldn’t have been surprised if it had been weeks. He could still
remember the night that he was captured.
Sunnydale
Cemetery stretched before him as he waited impatiently for his lover to show
up. It was only thirty minutes before sunrise. Normally he wouldn’t even have
considered coming out this soon before dawn. But when Buffy had called ten
minutes ago, begging him to meet her, he had forgotten any concern of being
fried and come without question. *Come on beloved, where the hell are you?…
Maybe she got into another fight with her parents…or maybe she was in real
trouble… Sigh, okay I’ll give her five more minutes then I’ll swing by her
house to see what’s up.* Only it hadn’t gone like that at all. Before he had
even realized what was happening they had surrounded him. He knew by their
clothes and weaponry that these were the soldiers Buffy and his childe Spike
had warned him about. The ‘demon hunters’ as it were. “Agent Finn, is this the
one or not?” *Agent Finn?…… Riley Finn? Isn’t that the guy Buffy brought around
with us for awhile? Maybe he doesn’t recognize me.* “Riley?” The solider merely
stared at him in superiority, so he tried again. “Riley, it’s me, Angel… We
meet a few weeks back… I’m Buffys boyfriend…ya know I have the soul.” “It’s
him.” He watched in fear as the twenty somewhat soldiers drew their weapons.
“Riley! Buffy explained to you about me! I’m not dangerous!” The commander
merely stared back at him. “I know, which is why I’m giving you thirty seconds
to surrender and come peacefully. If not we will hunt you down.” “Buffy will
kill you..” “I don’t think so, seeing as how she’s the one who helped set this
up.” He stared at the human dumbfounded. “You’re lying…” “Am I? Why do you
think she asked to meet you here alone and only minutes before sunrise?” *Oh
Gods.* Then it was on. He ran as swiftly as possible through the cemetery, then
streets, and finally park. Trying to find some kind of covering, something
besides the rapidly fading dark to hide him. But even as he ran he knew that it
was hopeless. He was in the middle of the park, and the only buildings in sight
were homes, that he could not enter with out an invitation. Only twenty minutes
had past since the chase began and was now about to end. He found himself
cornered in an alley just outside the Bronze. Having no other choice he
reluctantly allowed the demon to surface, and with fangs bared, lunged at his
attackers, only to be relentlessly shot by several trank darts and very painful
bullets. Finally weak, drugged, and severely hurt he lapsed into unconsciousness.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Spike was pissed. There
was no other way to put it. That stupid little slut had used and then betrayed
his sire. I mean what the hell did that bigot Riley have that Angel didn’t. Now
not to get him wrong, he truly did hate Angelus and the bastards annoying ways,
but Angel……… Well now that was different. No mistake about it, soul boy had
been a royal pain in the ass as of late, but still, there was just some thing
about him that Spike could, well relate to……… Sigh, he still couldn’t believe
he was about to do, what he was about to do. Packing up the last of the plastic
explosives into the duffel bag, he quickly slipped on his duster and headed
out. Praying that he’d live to see tomorrow night.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
When he woke again, he
found that he was no longer surrounded by people on the steel table, but alone
on the floor of a different room. As his vision cleared fully, or as much as it
was going to, he suddenly noticed that everything in the room was completely
white, all except the wall to his left. Which was almost fully occupied by a
huge mirror, that he assumed was two way. *Great, I finally finish with the
‘laboratory animal’ shit, and now I get to play ‘guinne pig’. Well like hell if
I’m going to play by the rules.* Quickly shifting his face to its true form, he
easily fix his eyes to focus on the scientists that stood on the other side of
the fake mirror. The doctors perhaps realizing this as well, casually flicked a
switch to make them selves visible without the aid of their captives ‘special
ability’. "You're awake. Good."
The woman was apparently
pleased, or at least so he thought. She was tall, about six feet, maybe in her
early forties, and clad in a white ‘doctors coat’. “We were beginning to
wonder." The statement was more to herself then him.
Incredibly
annoyed and frustrated Angel desperately tried to raise himself up from the
cold ground to break the mirror, but as a fresh wave of pain hit him, realized
that that was not an option right now. “I’d advise you not to exert what small
amount of energy you have right now.” One of the other scientists stated in a
precise manner. Feeling to weak and cold to shoot back a reply, Angel simply
curled back up on the ground and squeezed his eyes shut against the horrid pain
shooting through him. *Oh Gods, I’m going to die here. How could Buffy do this
to me?* He was too miserable and scared to even care about the tears that
started to run down his face. *I’m never going to get out of here…………*
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“CABOOOMMMMBB!” So much
for the escape proof steel door. “Well that’s bound to attract attention.”
Spike quickly pulled out two more sticks of dynamite, and flicked his Zippo
open. “Drop it!” Quickly turning around he found himself facing a good ten
soldiers. “What ever you say mates.” With a wicked smile he nonchalantly lit
the fusses and casually tossed the two explosives to the military rejects,
lunging for cover. “CABBOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!” Spike covered his head as the bloody
flesh rained down on him. Impatiently wiping it off his clothes and hair, he
continued on his way. “You so owe me for this Angel.”
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“Just
leave me alone!” He didn’t think it would be possible to feel any more
disgusted and violated then he already did, but as the ‘doctor’ entered the
room carrying the tray of medical equipment, while two others held him to the
floor, he knew he was wrong. “You’re just causing yourself more pain hostile
359. It would do you well to just coroperate.”
Trying
to get his sobs under control, Angel fruitlessly struggled against the three
humans, while ignoring the vampires screams and cries of protest the woman
continued to, from his point of view, molest him.
“CAABBBAAAOOOMMM!!” The
three humans seemed to completely forget about him though as another loud
explosion shook the compound. “What the hell?” Letting him go they all quickly
stood and headed for the door, going to investigate what was going on.
“BBOOOOMMMMM” Angel watched from his position on the floor as Spike strolled
into the room, a scientist by the throat in his left hand, and a pack of
plastic explosives in his right. “There, he’s there..” The terrified scientist
gasped out, pointing to Angel. “Why so he is. And just as I promised I’m not going
to blow you up…” The look of relief on the mans face was quickly washed away as
Spike tightened his grip on his neck crushing his spine with a sickening “CRUN
CH.” Dropping the carcass to ground Spike easily brought his gaze up to his
sires captures. “Well now, who’s next?” Angels three current tortures gazed
between Spike and the doorway no doubt wondering if they could possible make it
past the crazed demon. “Well if nobody’s going to volunteer, then I guess I’ll
just have to pick.” Setting his explosives and duffel bag down by the earlier
disposed scientist he swiftly leapt across the room, in a move to fast for any
human to be able to react to he whirled around knocking two of them to the tile
floor, only inches away from Angel. Then cupping both hands into one fist he
brings them down hard onto the other ones neck. Snapping it cleanly in half,
the bone hit with enough strength goes straight through the front of the mans
throat, the sight is beyond description. The female on the floor is desperately
trying to scramble to the door, leaving the other unconchise woman where she
lay. “Oh I don’t think so.” Spike mercilessly grabs her by the face, then
shifting into his true vampire form relentlessly plunges his razor sharp fangs
into her neck, satisfying his thirst. After taking his fill he simply smashes
her head into the wall, sending shards of tile and possibly brains splattering
onto the destroyed remains of the room. “Ohhh, Spike..” Finally bringing his
gaze back to Angel he seems to recall the reason he came. “Oh, yeah, right.”
Helping his sire to his feet he practically carries him towards the door.
“Gods, I maybe a vampire Angel, but I’m not superman. Your gonna have to give
me a little help here.” Angel was sagging wearily against the blonde vampire, barley
able to stand without his aid. “Can’t…” Spike quickly tried to readjust his
grip around the other vampires waist. “Your gonna have to mate. Now come on.”
Half-carrying, half dragging Angel, they in ten minutes make it back to the
entrance, stopping only occasionally to throw some more explosives behind them.
“Hang on we’re almost
there.” “Why?… Why are doing this?” Spike stopped and gazed down at his almost
unconscious sire. “Because………I couldn’t…… I felt the need to blow up the
bleeden wankers compound. That’s why. You just happened to be an added bonus.
So shut and keep moven.” Angel seemed to believe his lie, or at least didn’t
see the need to question it right now. Which was fine by Spike. “Stop!” Before
either demon could react they found them selves facing at least a dozen
soldiers, which just cowincadently happened to be between them and the way out.
Angel let out a weak moan in distress, as Spike growled with defiance. “Oh
bloody hell. You really would think that you boys would learn by now.” Gently
laying Angel on the ground along with the duffel bag that held the remaining
sticks of dynamite Spike took his stance. “Oh I’m gonna enjoy rippen you
bastards to pieces.” Using every once of his speed and strength he hurtled
himself at the humans. The swiftness of the attack was enough to throw them of
guard and screw their aim. Not sparing a second Spike grabbed one of the fancy
riffles and blew the brains out of three of his opponents in one shot. Then
swung around and slashed open the throats of two more, blood gushed from the
wounds, staining the vampires already soaked clothes. Distracted by the gore,
he reacted to slowly as one of the mortals actually got off a decent shot
burring the one inch bullet in Spikes shoulder before he knew what hit him.
“Shit!” Grabbing his wounded shoulder he prepared to attack again, but was
stopped as Angels faint voice caught his attention. “Spike, get out!” Whirling
around he realized what Angel had been doing. As Spike fought, the other
vampire had pulled out the remaining sticks of dynamite and Zippo lighter,
which he now held only millimeters away from the fusses. “Oh hell.” Bounding
back to Angel he made it just as his sire lit the fusses and chucked the three
sticks at the remaining mortals. “CAAABBBBBBOOOOOMMMM!! BBBOOOOOMMMM!!
CCAABBBBOOOOMMMM!!”
Covering Angel and himself as best he could they huddled together and waited
for the debre and gore to stop pouring down on them. After he was sure it was
as clear as it was going to get Spike carefully got up pulling Angel with him.
“Well that was fun.” Angel gave him a look. “What?! Oh don’t tell me you didn’t
enjoy that. Sigh, oh fine, come on.”
It had taken around thirty
five minutes to get back to Spikes underground lair, in which time Spike had
given up on Angel walking, deciding it would just be damn well faster and
easier to carry him. Entering the hideout the blonde gently laid Angel in his
bed, wondering what the hell he was going to do with him now. Angel wearily
looked around the room.
The
lair was decorated in blood red velvet and black silk, in a style that
basically screamed gothic/vampire. Even the pillows and covers on the bed where
deep red and black.
“Spike.” The blonde gazed at his guest. “What
is it mate?” He replyed as he began to strip off his bloody clothes. Angel
watched him intently, as he undressed. “Why did you save me?”
To
exhausted to play twenty questions Spike flopped down on the bed beside Angel.
“Does it matter? Your safe now, so shut your trap and go to sleep.” Slightly
distracted by the naked vampire beside him Angel tried again. “But why risk you
neck like that? I thought you’d be happy to see me locked up in there.” Spike
let out an annoyed sigh. “Yeah well, I was in the neighborhood, okay?.” Giving
up Angel laid back down. “Spike, thank you.” He couldn’t help but soften his
tone at this. “All right now, it’s like two in the morning and I’d really like
to get some sleep, so if you don’t mind..” “Okay.” “Good then.” “Um… Spike.”
“Huhhh, what?! What is it?!” Angel looked oddly at the other vampire. “Um… the whole naked in bed together thing…”
Spike lazily reopened his crystal blue eyes. “Angel, we’ve had sex how many
times?” He swallowed heavily. “Well.. none.” He sat up at this. “What do ya
mean ‘none’? Mate there was Italy, England, those twenty something times when
Darla and Drusilla joined us.” “But that wasn’t me… That was Angelus.” Angel
stated softly. “Besides I can’t be here, Buffy-” But he stopped short as he
remembered.
Taking
the heartbroken vampire in his arms Spike carefully laid him back down. And
began to affectionately stroke his blood stained hair. “Why?… Why would she do
that to me?” He asked in a tear-choked voice. For the after life of him Spike
truly didn’t know what to tell him, Buffy turning on him was about as screwed
up as them being in love in the first place. “Ssshhhhh. Just go to sleep.”
Angel miserable cuddled up closer to Spike
burring his face in the blondes neck, possibly crying. Eventually he grew still and silent,
positive he was finally asleep Spike lovingly kissed him on cheek and wrapped
them both up in the blankets.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Spike sluggishly woke to the sound of muffled
sobbing. Pulling himself up he saw what was causing it. Lying on his stomach,
face buried in a pillow, Angel cried softly. *Oh hell, now what?* “Sigh,
Angel.” He gently rubbed his back. ”Angel it’s five o’clock in the morning.
Can’t you have your nervous breakdowns at a decent hour?” “I can’t do this.” He
mumered against the pillows. “Can’t do what?………… Angel come er, look at me.” He
pulled him up so that they were facing. “Now look at me and tell me exactly
what’s wrong, so I can go back to sleep.”
Tears streaked down his face. “I can’t do this without her.” He whispered
sadly. “Sigh, Angel listen I know you think that the bleeden world revolves
around that scank slayer, but I swear it doesn’t.” He sniffed and swiped at his
eyes with the back of his hand. “But I love her.” Spike took an exasperated
breath. “More then Darla? Or Drusilla?… Or me?” Now his full attention was on
Spike. “What?” “You heard me mate.” Spike evenly replied. “I… I… Damn it! Why
are you doing this to me?!” “What am I doing to you?! I’m not the
one that handed you over to those bloody wankers. I’m not the one that used you
for a sodden gunie pig. And I’m not the one that’s making your after life a
fucken living hell!” Angel stared at him in shock. His childe had never yelled
at him like that before. I mean sure they bickered constantly like two bloody
three-year-olds, but he had never told him off like that. “Spike, I…”
“Sigh, look forget it. Just go back to-” But he was abruptly silenced as Angel
quickly engulfed him in a deep kiss. With out thinking Spike responded and
wrapped his arms around his sires neck, pulling him closer. Before either knew
what was happening they were both pressed tightly against one another, biting,
and fucking, and scratching, neither giving a damn about any thing but each
other. Until finally with blood and sweat drenched bodies, release came and the
two lovers went over, each holding the other in a protective loving embrace.
Feeling safer then he had in a long time, Angel tiredly snuggled closer to his
childe and drifted off to sleep. Sure that the soul-ridden vampire was finally
out, Spike affectionately kissed him on head. “Everything’s gonna be all right
Angel. I’m not going to let that slut hurt you any more. I swear on my soul.”
Spike causally reached over his sire and flicked off the light. Trying to
figure out what to tell him when he woke. There was no way Angel could have
known that Spikes soul had been returned, and even if he had heard something
about it, Spike had done a pretty decent ‘I’m all bad’ act, and if he wanted to
be able to protect Angel he’d have to keep it up. He sighed to himself. He’d
have to tell him sooner or later tough. Gently tightening his grip around the
sleeping vampire he couldn’t help but smile. Yeah, he’d have to tell him sooner
or later… But not yet.
The End