TITLE:
Associate Aston
AUTHOR:
AmethystxX
CHAPTER: 9
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 OFFICE
The
room went into silence as Angelus entered the room followed by
“Leave”
Angelus spoke dismissively.
“What-“
“Now”
Angelus growled cutting off
“Well
I think it’s quite obvious was going to happen here, I’ll save my breath so
that we can start with the proceedings” Angelus spoke with malicious glee. He
walked over to the weapons cabinet and brought out a number of different items,
mainly knifes, whips and canes all of various sizes. Aston looked away and gave
Spike a terrified look who then turned away.
Angelus
came back and set the items on the desk, turning Aston’s chair so that he had
full view of them. Aston watched Angelus’ hands as he ran his fingers across
their smooth surfaces. He picked up the whip and tested it, making it give a
loud crack in the air. Then for the first time upon entering the room he looked
Aston straight in the eye…and smiled.
“I
know what your thinking. Torture, pain then death. You’d be right, but not in
the sense you’re thinking,” Angelus gestured to the items on the desk, “These
would have no affect on you. Sure these things would cause you immeasurable
pain but not as much as something else” Angelus glanced over Aston’s shoulders
at Spike, “…Someone” Angelus stated before turning Aston’s chair, facing Spike.
Angelus walked around slowly making his way towards Spike.
“You
see, while you was having your breakdown on the roof you kept repeating about a
battle, about winning and not letting the other man get ‘Your’ boy. So, I
figure if I was to ‘Win’ Spike you would lose. Both mentally and physically and
I know why.” Angelus stopped in front of Spike after speaking.
“Please!
I’ll do whatever you want! Please! I’ll leave, never come back!” Aston asked
desperately, tugging helplessly as the ropes cutting into his wrists.
“Your
new found life came with a curse. Just like everything else does. Everything
has consequences.” Angelus spoke directing it to Aston, although still staring
at Spike possessively. “Why don’t you tell us of that curse Aston” Angelus said
turning to Aston grinning.
Aston
took a nervous breath, “I-I,” Aston choked out.
Angelus’s
face darkened, “It wasn’t a question” he stated coldly.
Aston
took another deep, shaky breath, “W-When I was given my immortality it did come
with a curse. H-He tried to warn me but I refused to listen. I would become
obsessed with people…b-boys and would go insane if I either didn’t get them or
if the over party, which in this case would be you, won the boy. It wouldn’t be
normal insanity; it would be as though my mind would be completely dead to the
world. My mind couldn’t cope with losing something so my main goal in life
would be to succeed. I have NEVER lost anything” Aston spoke with oncoming
determination as his earlier insanity came to the forefront.
“I
didn’t know that the curse was as complex as that, but now I know. Thanks”
Angelus said cruelly at Aston’s fallen face as he realized his mistake.
“I
would say I’m sorry, but that’d sound hollow even to me. So I’ll just leave it
at this” Angelus spoke while turning to Spike and grabbing his face.
At
that touch Aston seemed to turn completely insane as his eyes and posture
changed from still to very animated within seconds as if he could feel the
touch and it was burning him.
“NO!”
Aston screamed as Angelus locked his mouth on Spike’s, wrapped his arms around
his waist and he just froze. Aston sat there and froze, mouth agape staring
desperately at the couple as they kissed passionately.
When
they finally drew apart, that was how Spike saw him, a desperate man. When
Spike looked at him he felt no regret or sorrow towards him, he didn’t deserve
immortality; he’s only human. So when Angelus turned his cold gaze towards
Aston and calmly picked up the whip, he felt nothing but pure satisfaction at
getting rid of the being that tried to kill him and would undoubtedly kill
Angel in the process. When the first blows of the whip and Angelus’s angry
voice filled the room he simply smiled and let Angelus/Angel’s words flow
through him like a warm blanket.
“You
poisoned my boy! My William!” The metallic tang of blood hit his nostrils.
“You
threw him off a building!” Angelus picked up the metal cane.
“IF
YOU THINK THAT YOUR ACTIONS WON’T HAVE COSEQUENCES THEN I PITY YOU!” The metal cane
came down striking Aston across the head, which the force of the blow knocked
him clear off the chair and out of his bindings.
Angelus
stomped over to where Aston lay unmoving on the floor, a huge cut across his
forehead. The wound had already started clotting, a trait to the immortality.
Just as he went to bring another blow to his head, Angelus stopped and just
stared at him with morbid fascination.
Aston’s
expression had hardly changed, his mouth still agape, although was now
trembling, drew in dry ragged breaths and looked straight ahead in desperation,
at someone he could only see. Angelus put the cane down before dragging Aston
effortlessly into
“Don’t
forget about our little promise Aston” Angelus whispered before speaking
clearly, “ Maybe a little reminder is in order, ‘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’”
Angelus smirked, sensing an overwhelming fear enter the room.
“Gunn,
take him down to the basement, I’ll see to him later” Gunn went to grab hold of
Aston before he was grabbed forcefully on the arm, “I don’t want a repeat of
last time Gunn. He won’t escape” Angelus told him with Gunn nodding agreeably.
Gunn took hold of Aston and took him down to the basement.
“I
will also go down with Gunn, you have my word he shall not escape”
Spike
turned to Angelus.
“Not
that I don’t appreciate what you’ve done for me and Angel I would very much
like to have Angel back now” Spike said.
“We’re
not so different, Angel and
When
Angelus touched Spike’s cheek, he flinched and batted the hand away, “With all
due respect you had your chance and you blew it. You blew it the second you
broke my heart over one hundred years ago. If you think you can pick up where
you left off mate, the you are sadly mistaken” Spike said bitingly, Angelus had
the decency to look guilty.
“It
was complicated, that wasn’t me, it was Angel” Angelus shot back.
Spike
pressed his forehead against Angelus’, “I’m talking about the night before the
soul. I told you of my love and you threw it back in my face like it was
garbage! I don’t call that affection do you?” Spike yelled before stepping back
to a respectable distance.
“Now,
give me back my Angel” Spike demanded and watched as Angelus gave a barely
noticeable nod before giving a violent jerk. He looked up at Spike with soft
brown eyes before bringing him into a bone-crushing embrace.
“The
building…you coulda died…nearly died…could have died…all his fault…Angelus
saved you…you got stabbed…you were bleeding!” Angel rambled as he checked Spike
over, while still embracing him.
“I’m
glad your back” Spike spoke softly. Angel looked up and smiled.
“I
know, and I’m REALLY glad your alive” Angel whispered before picking Spike up
and spinning him.
“AH!
No! Put me down, this is not good for the injury! The ribs! You’re crushing my
already crushed ribs!” Spike screamed shrilly as he was twirled then pulled
into another passionate kiss that night. He wrapped his arms around Angel’s
neck and they both stood there, without a care in the world wrapped in each
other’s embrace.
“There
you are my little love birds! I see you’ve found each other! Isn’t that the
icing on the cake, my two wonderful vamps kissing heatedly while completely
oblivious to me,” Lorne slurred as he tripped over various imaginary holes in
the floor.
Spike
and Angel grunted in greeting, without letting go of each other.
Lorne
stared absently in front of him for a few seconds before swaying slightly on his
feet, “You know what, I have never felt as I do now, which is to feel
completely numb to all emotions, for a very long time. Well I’m afraid I don’t
seem to be seeing completely well so am now going to collapse on your floor” As
Lorne said that he looked confusedly at Angel’s desk.
“Hey!
Did you know you have some weapons with red paint on them” Lorne got out before
he flopped backwards onto the floor.
Spike
and Angel turned to Lorne, finally breaking their lip lock, and shrugged before
Spike hopped back onto the floor, then making their way upstairs, emotional
exhaustion getting the better of them.
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