TITLE: Evil
Clutches
AUTHOR:
AmethystxX
CHAPTER : 3
RATING: PG 13
PAIRING: A/S
AUTHOR:
AmethystxX
DISCLAIMER:
Everyone in this fic belong to me in no way possible
well except for in my
head
but my head is messed up anyway. (Acts all smug) I am too smart for my own
good. Don't sue!!!
PAIRING:
SUMMARY:
A Demonic Warlock has in secret become more powerful than anyone ever imagined.
Problems, he wants to have control of the world and wants a mate. He sees Spike
and won't stop until he gets him [SLASH] AngelSpike
NOTES:
Bloody family.
A/N:
Fred has not been transformed into
WOLFRAM
AND HART, LOBBY, MAIN ENTRANCE:
"Dallin,
I expect that there is a reason for you interrupting me when you should be
keeping everyone captive" The man said snidely, not removing his eyes from
Spike's.
"We
have everyone in the building rounded up in the main security area"
Dallin's voice spoke from the landing upstairs. The man turned his head to the
voice, still keeping Spike's fist in a tight grip within his hand. He looked
back at Spike watching as his face creased in pain as the man tightened his
grip.
He
smiled attractively at Spike before carefully releasing his hand. Angel dashed
up from his perch where he was thrown, ready to attack the man again, but was
yet again stopped by an invisible force.
"Now,
now. I'd calm down if I were you, wouldn't want anything to happen to
your
friend" The man used the term 'friend' loosely. Angel growled in
warning, struggling against invisible, unbreakable bonds.
"Spike!
Move! Get away from him!" Angel shouted as he watched in confusion, as
Spike stood, unmoving.
"Sir?"
Dallin asked from the landing curiously, watching the scene downstairs with
uncertainly.
"Release
them. I want no harm to come upon any person in the building who is still
alive" The man spoke, lifting his hand up the side of Spike's cheek,
barely touching it.
"B-But
sir!"
"Are
you deaf? I said I want them released and no harm to be brought upon them. I
want it done and I want it done NOW!" The man roared, shaking the floor,
and sending Dallin scurrying away to complete his order.
The
man smiled enticingly at Spike after the disruption had gone and stroked his
hands up and down Spike's cheeks, smirking as a vacant expression appeared
within them.
"Get
your hands off him!" Angel growled, channelling his inner Angelus.
"No,
I don't think I will. He is the most extraordinary being I have ever seen in my
whole life, and believe me that's a long bloody time" The man spoke before
throwing Angel across the room yet again.
The
man leaned close to Spike's ear, licking the lobe playfully, "The name's
Kaden"(A/N: As in KAY-DEN) "When you come to your senses you will
tell them that my name is Kaden and that I am looking for a mate but my search
is now over" Kaden drew back and stared into Spike's eyes watching as they
flashed a bright red colour before returning to the bright baby blues. He
smiled before turning to leave the building, giving one last long glance to
Spike on the way out.
SECURITY
ROOM:
Dallin
ran into the room feeling very irritated at the demand he had to carry out,
before gesturing for his group to listen to him.
"Lets
pack it up guys, commander's orders. Don't harm them or we will be in deep
shit" He looked pointedly at the man holding up a security guard by his
neck.
"Move
it otherwise he's gonna get angry and I for one don't wanna get caught in his
rampage" Dallin spoke seriously, waiting for them to clear out the room
before turning angrily to the Wolfram and Hart employees.
"Your
lucky this time! But you'd better watch your backs because I can guarantee that
you won't be around for long. You'll be dead soon enough" He promised
before storming out of the room, slamming the door.
"Well,
I for
"Yes
I will have to agree. At least we can find out who those people were so that we
can launch a counter attack against them if they do decide to attack again.
Everyone who is not involved leave the building now. The rest of you follow me,
we must find Angel" Wesley spoke, heading out of the security room with
many feet following.
SPIKE'S
POV, LOBBY, MAIN ENTRANCE:
Whoa.
I mean
WOW! Where did this guy come from? Curly black hair to his shoulders,
deep beautiful green eyes, pale creamy complexion, big, broad stance, tall and
a smile to DIE for! Ok now I'm starting to sound like a bint. Ouch, my hand is
throbbing, probably broken, that guy is powerfu- Holy shit. What the hell? I
can't
feel anything
see anything around me
so dizzy
I can't
move
there's
someone shouting
Angel
Why is it so hard to
think? I can't control
do anything.
NORMAL
POV, LOBBY, MAIN ENTRANCE:
Spike
gasped, putting his hand to his head just as Angel was released from whatever
spell was cast upon him. Angel caught Spike as he started to fall backwards,
while holding his head and moaning incoherently.
"Spike!
Spike what's wrong? Spike can you hear me? Spike! Spike?!" Angel shouted
hysterically as Spike failed to respond to him, his head lolling back against
Angel's shoulder weakly.
"Angel!
Thank Heavens we've found you! We have a very serious situation that we need to
investigate as soon- Good Lord! What on Earth happened here?" Wesley
yelled, running down the stairs with Fred, Gunn, Jake and many other people
following in his path.
"I
don't know. H-He was just standing there, wasn't doing anything! He didn't run
or fight just stood there while that guy spoke to him! I mean spoke to him Wes!
Who would attack him then bloody talk to him! I don't know what's wrong with
him Wes! Find out what's wrong with him! He won't wake up!" Angel babbled
hysterically, clutching Spike desperately.
Wesley
looked at Fred, his brow furrowing in concern. Since when was Spike and Angel
together? Was the silent question that was sent across to each other's eyes. Fred
turned back to the couple on the floor, pushing the question to the back of her
mind. That was important at the moment, it could wait, and they had to find out
what had happened.
"Ok
Angel, calm down. Lets get Spike down to medical and check him over. He was
probably put under a spell and being pulled out of it has made him go into
unconsciousness. Did he seem in pain?" Fred asked gently, kneeling down
next to the two quietly while looking over the two for any wounds they may have
got physically.
"He
was holding his head" Angel spoke absently.
"Then
it probably was a little mind spell. Now lets get you two down to medical since
Spike wasn't the only one who got injured" Fred said reassuringly,
gesturing to the cut on Angel's left side.
"It's
nothing, I want Spike seen to and everyone else first" Angel picked up
Spike gently, adjusting him within his arms. Fred shook her head, always with
the hero routine.
"Let
them through! Give them some space! I want the security to check over the
building for anyone who is injured or in need of medical attention! Move
it!" Gunn yelled out his orders as Angel and Fred made their way upstairs
to the medical bay.
WOLFRAM
AND HART,
"Ok
lay him down here. Angel you have to let him go for a little while. I'll
promise I won't harm him any more than he may be already. As soon as I'm done
you can have him back ok?" Fred spoke, slightly amused at the possessive
and concerned hold Angel had over Spike. Angel tensed before nodding tersely
and laying down Spike on the bed.
When
Spike touched the bed Angel growled warningly at the medics coming forward to
check over Spike, standing over his form protectively, demon at the surface.
The medics drew back slowly, away from the danger as their own need to stay
away from the harm overcame them.
"Only
Fred will check over Spike" Angel's voice left no room for argument as he
kept cold eyes on the other medics, watching as they left the room in a hurry. Angel
let Fred come forward but stayed in close proximity to Spike.
No
sooner had the other medics left did they come rushing back in with a man on a
stretcher, grasping his chest while screaming in agony, droplets of blood
escaping from his mouth.
"This
man was found on the second floor where the earlier attacks took place! They're
all dead
all dead! He killed every one of them! I'll kill him! I'll bloody make
him pay!" Jake shouted furiously while being dragged out by Gunn and
Wesley.
"All
his ribs are broken and his pancreas has been split in half by a broken rib
slitting it! We need to secure the ribs to stop them from causing any further
harm! This man is going to be in a hell of a lot of pain if I don't get that
bloody anesthetic!" One of the medics yelled out hastily, rushing the
screaming man into another room.
As
the door closed, Fred took a deep breath. She hated seeing people in pain
especially when their screaming can even make you picture and feel the pain
they're in. The door opened again and Gunn popped his head inside, looking
surprisingly pale.
"Man
it is really bad. The guy threw Cammie out the window; she died from the impact
to the ground. He snapped Tanya and Rhonda's necks, they stayed alive for about
20 minutes until they died, this guy made sure that they were in constant pain.
He crushed Jeff's windpipe and
Fred
walked over to Gunn and hugged him, knowing that what he had seen would
probably haunt him for the rest of his live. No one should ever seen death, it
was too horrifying, Fred thought ruefully. Angel stayed standing by Spike, but
gave Gunn a look that promised revenge. Not just for Gunn, but for Spike also.
"He's
just unconscious Angel, he will wake up soon" Fred promised as she let go
of Gunn.
"I
know. It's just that something is off about Spike. It's like it's him but he's
not. I don't know how to explain it, it's probably just something that Spell
down, screwed up my senses or something" Angel took a seat next to Spike
as he talked to Fred, he didn't show anything over than concern but on the
inside was a different story. He was going to get his revenge, he thought
darkly.