Spike looked up through bloodshot eyes at the speaker.
Angelus.
Spike had run, after Angelus had come out to play again, he�d run. He wasn�t ashamed of it. Who would be?
Those idiots in L.A. had somehow let him out. Spike had run to the backroads as soon as the grisly deaths of Angel�s gang in the city of angels had sent up a flare signalling the return of the dark, the return of a threat no one had remembered for so long.
He crept away, keeping to the shadows.
And he'd heard through contacts of contacts, that Angelus had bled the ground red on his way to Sunnyhell, leaving a homicidal slaughter that the bulls couldn�t understand. No one could have done this with so much malice, predatory hunger, so much � glee.
Angelus had fought Slutty and the Scooby Gang, and had won.
Spike had known it was just a matter of time, until his Sire had his revenge against them all. After all who else knew the evil of his sire like him?
He knew, which is why, the fleeing. Spike hadn�t forgotten his pact with the latest slayer all those years before, when he had stabbed Angelus in the back for his beloved Dru, nor his chaining up of Angel in the pursuit of Amarra. Angelus would be looking for remuneration, and Spike didn�t want to pay that price.
He pulled at the cuffs that chained him to the ceiling of the dank cellar, shaking him out of his reverie.
He watched Angelus posing in the doorway, light behind him, darkness in front, causing an eerie glow to flick of his eyes.
�What did you do today?�
Angelus walked through the iron door with a spring in his step. His dark clothes blend him into the darker walls surrounding him. A shadow himself, only broken by glimpses of pale skin.
�Hung around� Spike grunted out, feeling pain in his stomach, inner bruising.
Angelus chuckled.
�Ah, Spike, always a kidder.�
�That�s me Spike the kidder� he puffed as he warily eyed Angelus, circling closer, inspecting the various chains and silver implements attached to the walls.
Angelus surveyed the somewhat limp, pale body strung up in the centre of the damp room for him. He scrutinised the brownish-black bruising decorating the ashen flesh and pressed on a particularly unfavourable one, eliciting a hard exhale laced with pain.
Spikes arms had been strung over his head so all his weight was resting on his shoulders and upper back. Because Spike was somewhat shorter than the last man Angelus had strung up down here, his bare feet were barely touching the ground forcing his weight to cut his thin wrists into the metal cuffs around them.
Beautiful. Angelus stood to admire the picture of restrained beauty in front of him, and revered the smaller mans body stretched and bound, alabaster skin only covered by dark jeans hanging low on his hips.
He�d spent time in the backstreets of New York, thinking he was hiding, not knowing he was being watched until he came home to the squatters he was residing in to find them all dead. Dead, strung from the roof, hung from their own insides, bitten, battered, bruised. Real Angelus trademark. He had turned to run once more, maybe even disappear, but all he�d remembered was a blur of black clothing, the feeling of being hit, hard, blackness, (he�d thought he was dead but, then he knew no-ones that merciful) then waking up with aching arms to the view of Angelus� grinning mouth full of canines.
That had been a few days ago. He�d been visited a few times by his Sire, knocked around a bit, felt up a bit, bitten, well a bit, but he felt that was really just a warm up to the main course. An appetiser.
Now, rivers of blood were snaking down from the red rings around his wrists to pool and stain the waistband of his jeans.
Spike watched as Angelus stood nose to nose with him, matching the molten gaze with his own. He felt Angelus run his finger down through the stream of blood on his arm, and saw him settle the finger in his mouth.
�You taste sweet.�
�Well, I try.�
Angelus chuckled and moved to the side of Spike and out of his eye line. Spike hated it when he couldn�t see where Angelus was, or what he was doing. Angelus laughed again, silently as he saw Spike trying to move his body to watch the older vampire, unaware of his movement to the back wall of the room, to analyse more things on the wall.
�What are we actually doing here, you and me?�
An attempt to sound nonchalant. Not gonna work, he smelt too much fear for that to work.
�What do you want to do?� Angelus said happily from his position and saw Spikes head jerk, knowing the childe didn�t expect his voice from that direction.
�Umm, go home?�
�You don�t have a home, well not anymore, you live here now.�
�Great, really, thanks for the hospitality, really, but I don�t need it?�
�Really?� answered Angelus taking a chain off the wall, weighing it in his hands for a moment then placing it back on the wall.
�Really. So why don�t we call it quits, I think I was meant to meet someone a few days ago, so maybe I should just move on�
He moved more behind him and whispered in his ear, delighting in the shudder he received.
�You really think someone is going to miss you?� He ran his hands up and down Spikes bitten back �Buffy won�t, Dru won�t�
He continued brushing his hands up and down the vampire painting before him. Spike didn�t like it; anything positive from Angelus usually meant something bloody ten times worse was coming.
But he answered the unspoken challenge.
�Because you killed them.�
The hands flicked around his waist to explore his chest, new sores being scratched by purposely careless fingernails.
He heard another chuckle, around the space near his ear.
�Yep, fucked them first. And Buffy after, that was nice.�
Spike closed his eyes. It hurt, he didn�t claim to be a good guy, but this still hurt. Angelus was skilled in pain in so many ways. It was like a friend of his.
�Do you wanna hear how?�
Came a voice, dark and whispered into his other ears, the hands still roaming over his front, as if soothing the shattering effect of the words.
�No.�
�Too bad, well Buffy was easy, didn�t expect it and all, slit her throat, watched her die, she was better than she was alive, but Dru, I saved the best for her. You know how I love her.�
�Yeah.� His voice hurt, he felt his eyes burn, but no way was he going to cry, that would be like feeding blood to a pool of piranhas.
The hands moved down, toying with the button of his jeans, smoothing the hairs growing on the blond�s lower belly.
�I found her, she was in Prague. Funny girl isn�t she?�
�Wasn�t she.� Spike corrected, barely grunting the words out.
� Right, past tense. Well I killed the�whatever that thing was she was with, broke its neck. She was so happy to see me. Her eyes lit up, she was so glad I was back, you know the look she gives.�
The petting stopped, a snuff of laughter on his neck.
�Oh yeah, you don�t, doesn�t matter, not important.� The rubbing resumed. Angelus was so good at this, the last thing he wanted now was what he was doing. He wanted to be alone, maybe forever, he wanted to cry, he didn�t want the man who killed his dark princess to be giving him a hard on, but he couldn�t stop. This was torture. Angelus was so good at this.
�Well, I fucked her, hard, all positions, she liked that, but just when we were about to dip into the fifth round, I got bored. You know how I get.�
A hand slipped down past the zipper in his jeans, to stroke him.
�So she starts kissing her way down to do�you know, she�s really good at that by the way. Not as good as you, but pretty good. So as I�m �arriving-, I snap a bit of wood off the headboard, stake her in the back and * poof *. No more crazy doll lady. She never even saw it coming. Kept talking about how we�d be together forever.�
Despite his efforts, a tear slid down his cheek, knowing as it did, Angelus would smell the salt, and the pain and the defeat streaking his face.
He came back to reality from the fog of the recount to find Angelus jerking him rapidly.
�Feels like you liked my story.�
Spike closed his eyes again, more tears spilling down his face, some he was sure, landing on Angelus� hand.
The blond started gasping feeling the oncoming zenith.
�Stop!� he started yanking at his chains in an effort to get away.
Angelus laughed, hard and cruel in his ear, and licked the sweat off his neck. His other hand pushed past the zip and started to pull on the blonde�s globes.
A final tear slipped down his face as he became resigned to the fact he was about to disgrace the memory of Drusilla�s annihilation.
Lighting and stars flashed past Spikes eyes, blues and reds, faces, mainly his laughing princess, flicked across his line of sight as well.
He cried out and coughed as he spilled over the dark vampires' hands, to the sounds of unmerciful sniggers.
Angelus shoved him unceremoniously back into his dark jeans, and punched Spikes cadaverous back a few times, slowing once he heard a rib snap. He wiped his hands across the blonde�s chest and hair, leaving sticky streaks. Spike became limp once more, breathing shallowly in the aftermath, watching through his heavy lidded eyes as Angelus scrutinised him, head cocked.
�You�re so easy� The older vampire spat down at him, chuckling again, cheery grin. He spun on one heel and left the dungeon, leaving the slack albino, head bowed, crying silently, arms aching, broken inside and out, in darkness once again.