Pairing: S/A
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 4, Spike has been captured by the Initiative.
Summary: Angel returns to Sunnydale to a ghastly discovery.
Comments: In my world, Angel is Spike's sire. Spike said so in "School Hard", that's good enough for me.
Feedback: My inner demon would be most happy!
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~Part: 1~
Blackness enveloped the speeding car careening down the California freeway. Miles stretched out infinitely through the cool evening. Heedless to man-made laws, the convertible screamed on the black asphalt as if the Devil himself was clinging to the tailgate.
Thoughts consumed the lone passenger, paying no attention to the break-neck pace of the tires on the pavement. The speedometer audibly groaned in protest as the vampire pushed the vehicle to its breaking point.
Angel's thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions brought forth from one simple word uttered by the love of his unlife.
"Spike."
The world seemed to disastrously spiral out of control for the dark man. That single word forcing to the forefront a million emotions that had went unnoticed to the demon behind the wheel. In the blink of an eye, he found himself running to the one place he swore he'd left behind.
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Angel's thoughts raced at the prospect of what he might find when he reached the Hellmouth. One thing he knew for sure, the restlessness and general feeling of dread the souled vampire had been feeling for weeks now had a name.
Spike.
His wayward childe. The same Spike who had tortured him almost beyond recognition just mere weeks before had somehow found himself at the center of a great conflict. Many emotions flitted through the man's dark eyes. Hatred, betrayal, pain, bloodlust, longing. All had their own special meaning when associated with the blond vampire.
Angel thought of the last time that he'd actually seen his childe. The sardonic twist of his lips, the laughter that echoed from the walls, the taunting, the anger. His childe had never been one to hide his feelings. They were all mirrored in his beautiful face. After many years of being inseparable, his childe was still the easiest of all to dissect. The sardonic smirk that often graced his handsome face let any adversary know that they had just met the epitome of evil. Evil, Angel thought hollowly, yes his childe was beautifully evil. He relished the thrill of the hunt, the sensuality of the kill. But, inside Spike also lay the unbeating heart of William...William, who loved wholeheartedly. His laughter infectious, the intelligent mind that he fought so hard to cover, lest he appear weak.
Angel ran a shaky hand through his brown hair. His childe. At one time, Angelus and William had been a unified front, a formidable enemy to anyone and everyone that stood in their path. They hunted relentlessly, killed mercilessly and loved in wild abandon. Angel fondly recalled long nights of pale limbs intertwined, touching tenderly and fucking into exhaustion. Will was enamored with Angelus. Angelus was his mentor, his father and his lover.
The 'Welcome to Sunnydale' sign appeared like an oasis. The tension in the dark vampire's body increased tenfold as he came closer to the Watcher's house. He felt his childe. He felt immense pain and darkness. He could almost smell blood…the blood of his childe calling to him from the inky darkness that surrounded him.
*How will Spike react toward me?*
Part of the dark vampire feared the answer to his own question. Granted, the last time they had met had ended rather badly. Angel thought that after Spike’s discovery of the demise of the Gem of Amara the last tie had been broken between Sire and Childe. That thought had kept Angel awake more than once. True, he and Spike had always had differences, but the blonde was still his. The demon in Angel still longed to dominate the younger vampire, to bend him until he begged for his Sire. The soul just longed for the blonde to be back in his life in some semblance of the relationship they once shared.
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The car abruptly halted in front of Giles' apartment. The engine not even stopped before the dark vampire jumped from its seat and raced toward the door. With a heavy hand, he knocked on the door. The rap ringing hollowly through the night and deserted street. The oak panel was hurriedly snatched open to reveal the Watcher. His face evident of the tragedy that awaited him inside.
"Where is he?" Angel managed to growl before he swept inside. Always as an act of courtesy, he awaited a welcome from the British man before entering his home. Not out of necessity as his invitation had never been revoked after Angel had left Sunnydale. But not tonight. Black coat billowing, Angel's huge form entered the sitting room to see the haphazard band of kids, affectionately known as the Scoobies.
The werewolf sat silently in a tan leather armchair with the small witch perched closely by on the armrest. Xander stood up from his place at the table when Angel entered the room leaving his girlfriend Anya seated behind the dark table. In the doorway leading to the small kitchen stood the petite blond slayer that had been burned into his mind since the first time he saw her. He cast a fleeting glance toward her and scanned the room looking for his childe. Spike's presence in the room was deafening to the dark vampire, but he was nowhere to be seen. Angel caught the downtrodden glance of the witch as she sadly glanced toward the sofa.
Angel cautiously crept toward the back of the sofa; his face set in grim lines. Nothing could have prepared him for the sight huddled on the brocade surface. An audible gasp echoed through the room as Angel could only stare at the motionless bundle.
The familiar clothes, saturated with blood and filth, were torn and tattered and hung off an emaciated body. Scratches, bruises and cuts covered the pale thin arms. Two long delicate fingers appeared black and most likely broken. Horrified, the dark vampire's gaze slowly raised to the face that had haunted him for a hundred years. The shock of its condition visibly knocking Angel to his knees. Bumps and violent purple and black bruises covered Spike's entire face. One eye completely swollen shut and chapped lips caked with dried blood. The shocking expanse of platinum hair caked with dirt and stiffened with blood. A nauseated wave washed over Angel as he fought the urge to retch uncontrollably at the despicable state at the demon before him.
Angel advanced toward the small body on his knees, knowing that the emotions rocking his body wouldn't permit him to stand. As he drew nearer to the battered body of his childe, the other occupants of the room could only stare at the desperation in the proud vampire's actions.
*My God, what have they done to you, me boy?* Angel thought piteously. He tentatively reached out to brush an errant curl from the bruised forehead. Anger bubbled inside him and coursed through Angel's veins at the thought of what his childe had endured. Someone would die for this crime. They would be ripped apart, slowly and made to suffer as his childe had been made to do. Finally raising his head, Angel stared with amber eyes at the group of people watching the scene.
"When did you feed him last?" came the growled question.
"Feed…well, we didn't" Buffy stammered as a fierce golden gaze swung toward her, making her retreat backwards for a few steps.
"YOU DIDN'T FEED HIM?!" Angel bellowed as he jumped to his feet. "Look at him, he hasn't fed in who knows how long and you didn't feed him, or clean him up obviously."
All heads in the room had the decency to drop, ashamed at their behavior. Even Xander, who had never made a secret of how he felt about vampires, stared at the floor. Angel angrily grabbed his wallet from the pocket of his long leather jacket and shoved a handful of money into Xander's hand.
"Get him something to eat!"
The command was given with no room for disobedience. Thankfully, Xander moved hurriedly toward the door with the cash to do as the vampire bidden. Angel turned back toward the sofa. His gaze mirrored the pitiful sight before him. He turned abruptly and fled toward the bathroom. He crouched beside the tub and watched as the forceful stream of hot water started to fill the porcelain tank. He stalked back into the room and tenderly picked up the unconscious blonde from the sofa carrying him like an infant down the hallway unaware that the others followed him to the bathroom.
Once inside the room, Angel cradled the small form to him as he lowered the broken body to the floor beside the steaming water. He sensed that he was being watched and saw the Scooby Gang huddled in the doorway.
"LEAVE!" Angel growled and slammed the door into their shocked faces.
Angel carefully extracted the blonde from his clothing, wincing noticeably as more tortured skin was revealed. It seemed that whoever had committed this atrocity to his childe had been very thorough. Once naked, Angel searched the vampire for more extensive injuries. Sighing as he found none worse than the bruises and lacerations covering every square inch of his blonde counterpart. Angel eased Spike into the steaming water and set about the task of cleaning the unconscious form. Gently, cleaning all of the filth and grime from the pale, supple body that he had memorized a century before.
Angel stared as the clear water tinged pink. Colors swirling around the prone form unknowing of the gentle treatment being given by the hands of his sire. Softly trailing the cloth down the younger vampire's abdomen, Angel couldn't help the glance to the long flaccid length lying against Spike's thigh. A surge of lust coursed through the dark vampire and he cursed himself for letting his primal thoughts control him. He quickly finished scrubbing every inch of his child and washing the platinum locks until they recovered their natural curls.
Angel gently lifted the broken body and toweled the pale skin dry. A discreet knock on the door startled Angel enough to drape the towel across the blonde's midsection before the door creaked open. Oz stood in the doorway with a folded pile of clothes.
"Had a change in the van. Thought you could use them," the cryptic werewolf mumbled.
"Thanks," Angel replied quietly to the shutting door and proceeded to dress Spike in the borrowed clothes. The sweatpants and T-shirt hung from the once-toned body. Angel couldn't suppress the blood tears that fell from his eyes. Quiet sobs wracked his hulking frame as he gathered the battered body of his favored childe closer, rocking them back and forth.
Pulling himself under control, Angel cradled his childe's head as he felt his demon come to the surface. Ridges marked his smooth forehead and canines lengthened into sharp points. The dark vampire quickly brought the sharp fangs across the skin of his wrist producing a thin cut. He pressed Spike's mouth to his wrist using his other hand to gently prod the blonde's lips open.
The younger vampires head began to toss and weakened groans fell from pale lips." No, no." Spike murmured at the taste of blood on his lips. "Bad. Drugged. Can't feed." The blonde babbled unconsciously shaking his head from side to side.
"Ssssh. Childe. You're safe now. I'm here." Angel murmured into the platinum blonde hair.
"No. Trick. Not Sire, never be Sire." Spike continued to babble turning his head to refuse the offered wrist.
"Your Sire's here, boy. No one will hurt you again," Angel rumbled and began to softly whisper comforting words in Gaelic into his childe's ear. The language sounded foreign to Angel as the words left him. Even the small whispered words brought to mind a time long ago. A time long forgotten, until now.
Sighing with relief, Angel saw Spike's lips weakly latch onto his wrist and suckled like a little puppy. The dark vampire visibly relaxed as he felt his lifeblood flow into his favored childe. Angel's arms tightened around his childe as Spike took deep draughts of the healing elixir. After a few moments, the blonde sunk once again into the web of unconsciousness as Angel continued to hold tight to Spike's body silently promising to never let him go.