Rating: R - language
Pairing: *sigh* not yet
Summary: Sequel to "To Care" & "To Regret"
A/N: Not Beta'd. All mistakes are mine. Let me know what they are.
Feedback: Yes please. Be gentle but honest.
E-mail: jtzidanic@webtv.net
Distribution: What's mine is yours. Just let me know where it is going.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Joss etc...
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~Part: 3~
Spike's POV
As he suckles on my wrist, fighting to gain back the life he nearly lost, I stare into his face. Trying to gauge what he's thinking, what he's feeling, I watch as a kaleidoscope of emotions flicker across his face. Coming and going almost faster than I can register their being there.
'What's going through that head of yours oh Sire of mine? Let me in, let me know what you're thinking?'
Almost as if he heard my thoughts, it stops. He stares at me, willing me to see, to understand. I concentrate on his eyes, not sure what I am seeing. Is that....hope?
'What are you hoping for Peaches? What is it you want from me?'
The suckling slows then stops. I can see him start to slip away. He's falling into a healing sleep.
"Rest easy Sire. You're safe. Trust me."
What could pass for a silent 'thank you' flashes in his eyes, followed by what most definitely looked like trust. Then his eyes fluttered shut and he grew still. As still as only the undead can get.
As I sit and watch him, I try to understand just what the hell has happened here. I mean what the fuck! Only hours ago my heart was so full of anger and hate, I would have gladly carved the stake that turned the stupid git to dust. In fact I dreamt of doing that, and more, a hundred times.
Hell, I stood here watching the wanker bleed out. Wasn't even going to lift a finger to help his over gelled ass. The fact that the Scoobies just drove off and forgot him was like icing on the cake.
But that word, that one word - 'Childe' - falls from his lips. And just like that, the last 100 years slip away and I'm his again.
"Well bugger that! I may be a whore but I'm not easy. Ok....not too easy. Whatever. You have things you need to answer for Peaches. Not gonna just let it go. Nope."
Dawn's coming. Can feel the familiar tingle running along my spine. Need to get him to shelter. Mansion is closer than my crypt, I'll take him there.
I heft him up over my shoulder in a fireman's carry.
"Argh! Damn Peaches you way as much as a fucking clydesdale."
I pinch the skin just over his hip.
"And are these 'love handles'? Really letting yourself go there luv. Gonna have to see about getting you off the pig's blood and onto something less fattening.
Give him a good slap on the ass, then head off towards the mansion.
"Don't worry Peaches, Ole Spike'll take good care of you. Trust me."
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Angel's POV
Ambrosia. Pure bliss. The blood of my Childe. It has been far to long since I have felt the pleasure of sharing blood with him. The feeling is overwhelming. I could lose myself in it.
My bleeding has stopped. My body has begun to mend itself. I can feel the healing sleep trying to take me.
A dangerous time for vampires. It's like slipping into a coma. Sometimes we are still aware of our surroundings, sometimes it's just the darkness. But either way, we are always helpless. Unable to defend ourselves, we are at the mercy of those around us, whether they be friend or enemy.
I'm not afraid. Not with my Childe near. I hope he knows this. Knows that whatever has happened between us, I trust him.
"Rest easy Sire. You're safe. Trust me."
'Thank you William. Thank you for this gift even if I don't deserve it. And I do trust you, my Childe, my son.'
My eyes slide shut as the sleep overtakes me. I'm neither here, nor there, but at peace. And I will heal, first my body, then my relationship with my Childe. Both will be as they were meant to be. Whole and strong.
I know it will take time. I can feel my Childe struggling with what's happening. The shared blood working to reopen the bond between us.
"Well bugger that! I may be a whore, but I'm not easy. Ok.....not too easy. Whatever. You have things you need to answer for Peaches. Not gonna just let it go. Nope."
'*silent chuckle* No Childe, nothing with you is ever easy. I know I've made mistakes. I'll make them right. I promise you that.'
"Argh! Damn Peaches you way as much as a fucking clydesdale."
'And HEY! My weight is just right for my size, thank you. Not my fault you were the runt of the litter.'
"And are these 'love handles'? Really letting yourself go there luv. Gonna have to see about getting you something less fattening than pig's blood."
''Love handles'!?! I do NOT have 'love handles'. And I am not FAT. Damn disrespectful Childe. When I wake up.....'
"Don't worry Peaches, Ole Spike will take good care of you. Trust me."
'*silent sigh* I do Spike. I do.'
~ Fin ~