TITLE:
Associate Aston
AUTHOR:
AmethystxX
CHAPTER: 10
DISCLAIMER: I
don't own any characters in the fic, I am merely borrowing them while their
owners glare at me (whimper)
SUMMARY:
Angel gains a new associate to help them against the Senior Partners. What
happens when he sets his sights on Spike and what will Angel do about it
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WOLFRAM
AND HART, ANGELS APARTMENT, AFTERNOON:
Angel
and Spike lay under the coverlet, Spike resting on Angel's chest. They could
hear everyone moving about clearing up the mess from last night's activities.
Spike shifted restlessly before he sighed and sat up, turning to Angel.
"Where
did you go last night?" Spike asked curiously, rubbing his sleep mussed
hair, frowning when he looked down at himself. He needed a shower, badly, he
thought.
"Oh
I went to clean up the mess so that when Lorne woke up he wouldn't freak out
about the 'Red Paint' actually being blood stains. That and I needed to sort
out Aston so that
Spike
stretched before dragging himself out of bed into the direction of the shower,
Angel looking on possessively.
"Whatever.
Be a peach and do me some breaky Peaches," Spike said over his shoulder,
disappearing into the shower. As soon as the shower came on Angel got dressed
and headed into the elevator. When Spike heard him leave, he quickly soaped
himself up, rinsed then also got dressed in a rush.
He
stepped out of the elevator, paying no attention to the unconscious green blob
on the floor, and headed out of the office to the basement.
It
was a bit of a shock when Angel came back to an empty apartment.
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WOLFRAM
AND HART, ANGEL'S OFFICE:
Lorne
finally came to when he heard feet stomping out of the elevator then out of the
door. He moaned pitifully at his pounding headache and nausea that threatened
to overwhelm him. He licked his dry lips and sat up, confused. This isn't my
apartment, he thought. He looked around and realized he was in Angel's office
stinking of booze.
He
frowned, "Oh my dry cleaners are going to go all anal when they see what's
on my suit" Lorne said out loud while pouting at his messed attire. The
elevator door slammed open with an incredibly loud ding, or it did for Lorne as
he held his head, moaning pathetically.
"Lorne!
You haven't seen Spike anywhere have you?" Angel asked while looking
around the door hurriedly. Lorne opened his eyes and raised his eyebrow.
"Hm
no I haven't sweet cheeks but I can guarantee he won't be behind the portrait.
Please, not so loud" Lorne answered, still moaning at his painful noggin.
Angel sheepishly let go of the portrait. He sighed before making his way to the
door.
"Although
I did hear him step out of the elevator, stomping those obnoxiously loud boots
of his. Woke me right up the menace. Anyway, I'd say about 5 minutes ago
sugar" Lorne replied scowling at his nails, great, another manicure here I
come, Lorne mused.
Angel
brightened before running out of the door, scenting Spike's direction. Lorne
huffed before getting up, smashing the glass he held in his hands onto the
floor.
"Might
I suggest you both go shopping to get some quieter boots!" Lorne yelled
indignantly.
"Oh
my day is going to get worse. It always starts with little mishaps then boom!
Everything goes rose coloured!" Lorne clicked his fingers, frustrated.
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WOLFRAM
AND HART, BASEMENT:
Angel
got increasingly worried as he stepped further down into the basement, where
Aston was being kept under close security. Nothing seemed wrong, he could sense
Spike but he didn't seem in pain or bleeding. Angel frowned when he saw Spike
sitting in front of a cell. Not just any cell, oh no, Angel thought. That was
Aston's cell.
Angel
cleared his throat, "Hey Spike. What're you doing down here?" Angel
asked softly. Spike glanced at Angel with disregard before turning back to the
cell, flipping his lighter on and off. Angel came over before sitting down
carefully next to Spike, putting his hand on his knee.
Before
Angel could say anything, Spike spoke up.
"Is
it right to feel guilty?" Spike asked rhetorically, "I mean he got
given immortality and with that it came a price. He was only living a life he
was cursed to live like you or me. He shouldn't deserve this" Spike said.
He took out a cigarette, fumbling with the lighted desperately.
"Maybe.
But he shouldn't be here Spike. We're repaying our debts by doing good in the
world now. We're turning an evil organization good. That counts for something.
He's messing up people's lives. He can't get anyway with it" Angel replied
sternly, he looked at Aston. "He tried to take you from us, I can't allow
that, I WONT allow that" Angel said venomously. Spike smiled, "I
guess so" He replied.
Aston
stood strapped to a beam, staring sightlessly ahead at the two vampires
watching him. He couldn't see them, nor could he comprehend anything around him
as the screams running through his head overwhelmed his mental and physical
state. He had several tubes running through him, pumping various liquids into
him to keep him alive. He had wires supporting his head; one wire went straight
through the side of his head. That was the one causing his torment.
In
his mind all he could see was the agony he caused families, the lives he
destroyed. Constant screams ran through his head, destroying any hope of sanity
he had held onto. Also another voice ran throughout his head, as loud and clear
as day. It was Angelus' voice, promising his torment. Those few words he
promised went through his head 24 hours a day.
"I
won't kill you, I'll let you live and that's a fate even worse death because
you know what? You won't be going home. You'll be locked up in Wolfram and Hart
with constant screaming running through your head that'll make you wish every
second for a death you won't be given"
Angel
took Spike's hand, feeling very disturbed at unblinking eyes staring through
him.
"Come
on," Angel tugged Spike's hand, "Lets get out of here, he wont be
hurting anyone anymore" Angel promised. Everything Angel and Angelus had
down was worth to see that smile on Spike's face.
"Ok"
Spike replied, he gave a final glance at Aston before turning on his heel,
walking out of the basement with Angel. As they left they dead bolted the door
behind them, never to return again.
Aston's
expressionless exterior finally gave way as a smile formed on his face.
THE
END!
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