Family Is Life
The moment
Spike walked into the room he was overcome by emotion. He had never seen Angel
look so bad; the odd part about it was seeing someone who had always protected
him and looked after him need to be looked after, it was like a kid finding out
that Santa isn’t real. Part of him wanted to curl up in a ball and just stay
like that, another part of him wanted to go out and kill whatever had caused
this, another wanted to thank it and an even bigger part wanted to go over
there and help Angel. He went with the last one and he rushed over to where
Angel was lying and knelt beside him.
“Spike?” Angel
asked, able to smell him but not letting himself hope that they had brought him
his childe.
“Its me,”
Spike confirmed, “what happened to you.”
“Hell,” Angel
said, giving him the explanation that required the least effort. Spike got up
to go and get a washer and some water, Angel’s face was covered in sweat.
“Don’t leave.”
Angel said.
“I’m not,”
Spike replied and Buffy went and got it. She had been watching them and the way
they had just interacted with each other, it wasn’t what she had expected. She
had always thought that Angel hated Spike, yet it was Spike that Angel wanted
to help him. She brought the bowl of water and washer back and watched as Spike
carefully dipped the facewasher into it and patted it against Angel’s forehead.
“Can you go
make sure Willy’s gonna make good on his blood delivery,” Spike said to Buffy,
trying to get her away from them.
“Ok,” She
said, not really knowing what else to say, she wished she could do something
but she didn’t really know what to do.
As soon as she
left Spike looked back at Angel, here he was right in front of him fresh out of
hell. It didn’t make sense, how could Angel come back? It wasn’t possible, but
then neither was a vampire with a soul, but here Angel was. He had pretty much
figured out what was wrong with him, judging by the small thin frame Angel now
had he was guessing that Hell hadn’t been so polite as to keep him topped up
with O pos. Part of him wanted to leave Angel here and let him starve but
another part made him crawl up closer to him and bite into his wrist and offer
the blood to Angel.
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Angel couldn’t
work out what Spike was doing, he hadn’t wanted him here so that he could take
blood from him, all he had wanted him to do was to tell Buffy what was wrong,
normal animal blood could fix him, sure it would take a lot but it would do the
trick. Vampire blood was much better, particularly that of a blood relation
such as a sire and childe, a bit like those vitamins that if you have one of
its equivalent to 22 tubs of yogurt. Jesus Christ! He was straight out of hell,
his childe was offering him his blood and he was thinking about yogurt? He
didn’t want to take the blood, actually he wanted more than anything to take it
but he didn’t want Spike to think that that was all he wanted him for. Blood.
That’s what everything always came down to. Angel tried so hard to resist Spike
but he couldn’t, it had been far too long since they had shared blood. He felt
his face morph and he latched his mouth onto Spike’s wrist.
Spike could
feel the blood leaving his body, giving blood was really a very sensual act. He
saw that Angel had resisted taking his blood and wondered if Angel really
didn’t want Spike’s blood that bad that he would rather turn to dust then to
take it. He could feel Angels mouth sucking his wrist and he was quite aroused
from it, he knew that Angel would be able to tell but he knew there was nothing
he could do, he just had to stop thinking about Angel’s mouth and he would be
fine.
Angel stopped
drinking, sensing that taking anymore would hurt his childe and no matter how
sweet that blood tasted he couldn’t do that. He felt much better actually and
he was about to drift off to sleep when he heard Spike stand up and turn to
leave.
He opened his
eyes, “No.” He said giving Spike a pleading look, “Don’t leave me. Please, just
stay.” He moved back slightly on the bed, making room for Spike and motioned
for him to lie down.
Spike didn’t
know what to do, he wanted to run away, he knew that the next morning Angel
would be much better and he would probably throw him out, but Angel was his
sire, he had to do it, so he complied and lay down next to Angel, relishing the
feeling he got being so close to his sire.
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Buffy walked
over to Willy’s and as promised she checked that he as going to make the
delivery. She knew what Spike had really wanted, he wanted her to leave them
alone. She wondered if there was something that Angel hadn’t told her about his
relationship with Spike, it seemed odd that Angel would ask for him out of all
his freakish family. In fact it seemed very odd indeed that Angel would want
Spike, but Angel really had wanted him. Want him? Ok now that trail of thought
was just a world of bad. Angel was totally straight, he had gone out with her
for ages for gods sake. Ugh. She must be tired, she figured that Spike would be
taking care of Angel in some weird vampire way so she headed home, completely
spent.
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