TITLE: Who Are You?

 

CHAPTER: 5

 

AUTHOR: persistenceofmemory

 

DISCLAIMER:  As usual, Joss owns all I'm just borrowing his people.

RATING: R

PAIRINGS: A/S

Willow paced the living room, her hands still absently grinding the Mandrake root. Buffy stood up from her seat and took the mortar and pestle from the red head. “I think its ground up enough Will, in fact I think it might be a liquid now, possibly a gas.”

“Sorry.” Willow sighed, wringing her hands. “It’s just Angel isn’t back yet and its almost sunrise. With Spike coming back from hell and what not don’t you think he would want to see his mate first thing?”

“I think he would.” William said from his seat, they had gotten him out of bed a few moments before. The only thing they needed now was Angel. “I think it would be a great comfort.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” Everyone jumped at the sound of Angel’s voice as he entered the room. “Lets do this.”

“Okay then.” Willow nodded, walking over to William and pulling him out of the chair he was in. She positioned him in front of the fireplace then set the orb down on the ground in front of him. Willow got a handful of Mandrake and held it over the orb. She then began to chant. “Let the spell be ended, let mind and body be one once more, let the spell be ended... now.”

She opened up her hand and let the powder fall onto the orb, it started to glow. Willow looked up at William. “Smash it.”

He did. The crunched bits of glass under his boot continued to glow, William looked up at the other people in the room to find them all spinning and doubling. His hand came up to cover his eyes to keep himself from throwing up as the room continued to spin. Pictures and memories started to fill William’s head, memories of his child hood and his family.

Suddenly new memories popped into his mind. The room stopped spinning just as quickly as it had started. William pulled his hand away from his eyes and examined the room. He was back in his home, wait, not back, he’d always been here. His eyes darted to the clock, almost seven, he needed to leave quickly if he wanted to catch up with Angelus at Lord Geller’s ball. He looked down at his suit, making sure he looked all right.

“Mother.” He called into the house. “Father.” He heard the neighing of horses coming from outside and looked out the window, the coach was here. “Mother, father, we are going to be late.” He called again.

“Alright William, I’m coming.” His mother said as she descended the stairs. “We can’t all be as young as you my boy.” She smiled, accepting William’s offered hand and kissing her son on the cheek. “Oh William, bad news I’m afraid, your father has been taken ill and can not join us this evening. He’s in with the doctor right now.”

William sighed and hooked his mother’s arm with his. “Oh, I guess it’s for the best, wouldn’t want him out of bed when he’s not well. Shall we go? I’m anxious to see an acquaintance of mine. He is a very cultured man, he absolutely adores my poetry.”

His mother’s face lit up. “That’s wonderful William! Lord knows that having an opinion other than your mother’s will do your poems good.”

The continued to chat happily as the walked outside and climbed into the coach. They arrived at the ball twenty minutes later, showed the man at the door their invitation and began to mingle. William’s eyes darted around the room looking for Angelus, he didn’t see any sign of the man until a familiar voice whispered into his ear.

“Good evenin’ Will.” The thick Irish Bourg whispered in his ear.

William turned and smiled at the man. “Hello Angelus, it’s lovely to see you. You haven’t been in town in what? Three months?”

Angelus nodded. “I remember ye tellin’ me ‘bout your eighteenth birthday, so I just had to come back to see you.”

William ducked his head, trying to hide his blush. “You did not need to come back just for my birthday. It was very kind of you though.”

Angelus chuckled deeply, placing a large hand on William’s shoulder. “Ah Will, yer a funny lad. Eighteen in a important birthday, an’ I have a gift for you.” He nodded his head in the direction of a nearby door that lead to the staircase. “Follow me.”

William did. They walked through the door and up the gilded staircase. Angelus soon led William into an unused bedroom and shut the door behind them. William’s brain barely registered as the lock clicked shut. He turned to Angelus. “We shouldn’t be here. If you don’t mind, could I collect my gift down stairs?”

Angelus chuckled. “No my boy, this spot is as good as any.” He suddenly lunged at the boy, pinning him to the nearby wall. His strong hands tore at William’s clothing, ignoring the blonde’s screams and protests.

William’s mind was suddenly pulled away from that horrifying moment to another one in four year’s time. He was backed against the wall of an alleyway, Angelus walking towards him. “I told you I want nothing more to do with you.” He half sobbed, his voice chocked with tears.

“Oh, but you cannot escape me Will, I am your destiny, and destiny has come to collect.” Angelus chuckled. He reached out a hand and gently stroked William’s cheek. The young man’s eyes fluttered shut and he leaned into the cool touch.

“I- I can’t...” He shuddered.

“Shh, Will.” Angelus cooed. “It will be but passing pain sweet thing. Then you will wake in my arms come the morrow.”

Angelus took a step forward and pulled back William’s collar. His fangs surfaced and in an instant they were buried into the mortal’s hot flesh. Tears began to flow down William’s cheeks as the life was slowly drained from him, his eyes rolled up in his head as he fell into darkness.

The darkness was suddenly lifted and Spike awoke in a dimly lit room in a very soft bed, his head pillowed on Angelus’ stomach. The Irishman smiled down at him. “That was nice.” He smirked.

Spike smirked back and nuzzled his sire’s stomach. He crawled up Angelus’ torso and kissed the man’s lips softly. He pulled back and whispered. “I love you sire.”

“I love you too childe.” Angelus whispered back before crushing his mouth to Spike’s. He released his boy’s mouth a moment later and pushed him off his chest. “Now I have ta go, Darla wanted to give me my birthday gift before the ‘mornin’” He got out of bed and pulled his pants on, followed by his shirt.

Once Angelus was dressed he walked back over to the bed. He gave Spike a quick kiss and walked to the door. “I’ll be back before sunrise.” He turned and walked out the door.

Spike felt a sudden pain in his chest as the bed disappeared around him and he was suddenly standing in the middle of their living room. He looked around the stolen house, every mirror was smashed and Darla lie on the floor. Her hands were bleeding and she was crying her eyes out. He walked over to where Darla was sprawled on the floor and kneeled down next to her.

Spike grabbed her shoulders with one hand and forced her head up with the other. “Darla, what happened? It’s okay to tell me, just stop crying and tell me.”

“Angelus.” She sobbed.

Spike suddenly got very, very scared. It took a lot to make Darla cry, even more to make her cry in front of her childer and the world had to be ending to make her break down in front of the minions. “What about Angelus?” Spike asked. She didn’t answer. He gave her a shake then asked again. “What about Angelus?”

“He’s gone!” She shouted. “I gave him a gypsy girl for his birthday and her family cursed him with a soul. He’s gone!”

Spike let go of the shaking woman as if his hands had been burnt. Angelus was gone, his sire was gone, his lover was gone, his mate was gone, his Angel was gone. “No.” He said, his voice clam. “No.” Spike said again, his voice getting louder as he scrambled to his feet. “No!” He shouted as his own tears filled his crystal blue eyes.

Spike dropped to his knees and looked up at where he was. He was in Buffy’s living room, everyone was staring at him. His eyes franticly searched the room for his sire, once he had found Angel he leapt forward and threw his arms around the man. Spike felt Angel’s arms tight around him and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Never leave me again.” He cried into Angel’s shirt.

“Never again.” Angel whispered, kissing the top of Spike’s head and breathing in his boy’s scent. “Never again.”

To be continued...

One more chapter. Maybe two but I don’t want to push it. If I get ideas from you people I might even be able to get two more chapters and an epilog, but that’s only if I get reviews. So as usual, R&R please.

 

 

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