Nocturnal Bravura Book Two: The Healing
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
24
Views:
2,134
Reviews:
7
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Family
Family
The rain had stopped. Rupert Giles stood beside his son as they prepared to rescue the quirky little red-haired girl he had come to know and love as one of his own. Troubled thoughts lay heavy on his mind.
In his time he had seen old friends and colleagues turned. He had been trained in how to deal with these situations and had always done his duty. A swift stake through the heart or the swing of a sharp blade to decapitate the soulless creature and problem solved.
It should be easy.
But it wasn’t.
This creature had once been his son.
Memories of a million *firsts* filled his head. The moment the doctor placed the firstborn twin in his arms. Jenny’s face soft with love as she nursed him. His first steps; running towards the door like he wanted to conquer the world. School days. The first song he ever wrote.
His love for Lizzie.
He was a fool to think he could handle it. How could he look into his son’s eyes and think of him as nothing but a demon when he was responsible for taking his life away? The biggest mistake of his life had been thinking Spike was strong enough to endure his calling as the Slayer. Forcing to accept his fate when everything he ever said should have told him otherwise.
William glanced at his father, well aware of the path his thoughts were taking. It had been stronger for him because of the twins bond, but he’d had two years to adjust.
His father had only known for one day.
“Stay behind, Da. We’ll let you know if anything happens.” William ordered, his voice flat and jaw hard as he slipped into slayer mode.
Rupert nodded, unwilling to argue with his sons commanding tone. Seating himself on the hood of his car he watched as William and Angel entered the mansion.
The Master’s mansion. His son, Spike, was the Master Vampire of Sunnydale. Was there a part of him that was still Randolph? Still a piece of Rupert and the wife he adored? He couldn’t....
It all was so jumbled inside. His head was beginning to hurt as badly as his heart did.
Hearing a car approach. Giles turned around. It screeched to a stop and Dawn flew out of the front seat, long hair flying as she running toward Giles.
“DAD!”
Rupert felt his heart lurch. Dawn had never called him that before tonight.
When she reached him she threw her arms around him, sobbing with relief as she clung to him.
“Dawnie? What on earth?”
“Thank God you’re okay! I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to you.“ She buried her face in his neck. “I love you, Dad!” she cried.
Trying to swallow over the lump in his throat, Rupert stroked Dawn’s hair, soothing his daughter the best he could. His daughter, he thought. Yes, in every way but birth she was a part of his life.
“I love you, too, Dawnie. But it’s far too dangerous for you to be out here. What were you thinking? And who is this?” He asked, looking at the damp and bedraggled brunette that had followed Dawn form the car.
“My name is Cordelia Chase, Mr. Giles. I’m here to help you.” Cordelia said.
“I don’t understand.” Giles said.
“A friend of yours sent me. Wesley Wyndham-Pryce.”
Giles knew Wesley as a Watcher-in-training doing his studies in Los Angeles. Giles knew that he was also an associate of Angel’s.
“Please fill me in.” Giles said.
“The statue inside that house is not the Statue of Aradia. It’s the Statue of Valios.”
“Are you positive?” Giles asked, horrified beyond measure. The Statue of Valios could be used to open the Hellmouth.
Cordelia nodded slowly, a pinched expression on her face. “Nothing is as he claims. That vampire is no longer Angel. His soul is gone and he is now the demon, Angelus.” Cordelia’s voice shook slightly as she continued. “He wants the Hellmouth open. He wants to unleash hell on earth.”
She lifted the large bag she carried and Giles watched as she pulled a long sword out.
“This is the Sword of Gemina. It is used to split positive and negative forces. Wesley assures me that in this your Slayer can stop the Hellmouth from opening by shattering the Statue Of Valios with this sword.” Cordelia informed him.
Giles reached for the sword with one hand. It was very heavy and ornate, the gold hilt set with rare gems. He had heard of it but never had the good fortune to see it. He wondered how Wesley had come into possession of such a rare artifact.
Cordelia threw her head back, a determined expression on her beautiful face.
“I have one request.”
Reaching into her pocket, she withdrew a small glowing ball and held it out to Giles.
“An Orb of Thesulah?”
“While your Slayer is destroying Valios, I want YOU to restore Angels soul to him. You’re a powerful force. I know you can do it.” She choked back a sob. “If you could please just try…”
“I really don’t think…”
“She was Angel’s girlfriend, Dad.” Dawn said, quietly nudging his arm.
Cordelia held out the Orb once again, a look of naked longing on her face.
Rupert took it in his hand.
“If you could just try.....” Cordelia lowered her head. She knew her love was gone, but if there was even the smallest chance, she had to try.
Dawn threw herself at him once more. “Dad, please be careful. I can’t lose you or Will. You’re the only family I have left.”
Family…
The word hit Giles hard.
If Dawnie knew what was inside. Spike. Lizzie. William. Red. All were his children by blood or by bond. They were his family. A family he swore to protect with his life.
He knew what he had to do.
He would confront his undead son, try to find a way to help Lizzie, protect his only living son, and make sure his daughter was kept safe.
Rupert would take care of his family.
He smiled down at Dawn. “I promise you I will come back.”
A tear trickled down Dawn’s cheek.
“You did good Dawnie.” Rupert praised her.
“You’re not mad at me for disobeying you to come here?” Dawn asked.
“My darling girl, you risked yourself to protect what is yours. You took care of your family. Your mother would be very proud.”
He looked at Dawn with pride.
His daughter...
He kissed Dawnie on the head and looked back at Cordelia.
“Take care of my daughter, please?” he begged.
Cordelia wrapped her arm around Dawn as they watched Rupert walk determinedly into the mansion, the Sword of Gemina clutched tight in his fist.
The rain had stopped. Rupert Giles stood beside his son as they prepared to rescue the quirky little red-haired girl he had come to know and love as one of his own. Troubled thoughts lay heavy on his mind.
In his time he had seen old friends and colleagues turned. He had been trained in how to deal with these situations and had always done his duty. A swift stake through the heart or the swing of a sharp blade to decapitate the soulless creature and problem solved.
It should be easy.
But it wasn’t.
This creature had once been his son.
Memories of a million *firsts* filled his head. The moment the doctor placed the firstborn twin in his arms. Jenny’s face soft with love as she nursed him. His first steps; running towards the door like he wanted to conquer the world. School days. The first song he ever wrote.
His love for Lizzie.
He was a fool to think he could handle it. How could he look into his son’s eyes and think of him as nothing but a demon when he was responsible for taking his life away? The biggest mistake of his life had been thinking Spike was strong enough to endure his calling as the Slayer. Forcing to accept his fate when everything he ever said should have told him otherwise.
William glanced at his father, well aware of the path his thoughts were taking. It had been stronger for him because of the twins bond, but he’d had two years to adjust.
His father had only known for one day.
“Stay behind, Da. We’ll let you know if anything happens.” William ordered, his voice flat and jaw hard as he slipped into slayer mode.
Rupert nodded, unwilling to argue with his sons commanding tone. Seating himself on the hood of his car he watched as William and Angel entered the mansion.
The Master’s mansion. His son, Spike, was the Master Vampire of Sunnydale. Was there a part of him that was still Randolph? Still a piece of Rupert and the wife he adored? He couldn’t....
It all was so jumbled inside. His head was beginning to hurt as badly as his heart did.
Hearing a car approach. Giles turned around. It screeched to a stop and Dawn flew out of the front seat, long hair flying as she running toward Giles.
“DAD!”
Rupert felt his heart lurch. Dawn had never called him that before tonight.
When she reached him she threw her arms around him, sobbing with relief as she clung to him.
“Dawnie? What on earth?”
“Thank God you’re okay! I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to you.“ She buried her face in his neck. “I love you, Dad!” she cried.
Trying to swallow over the lump in his throat, Rupert stroked Dawn’s hair, soothing his daughter the best he could. His daughter, he thought. Yes, in every way but birth she was a part of his life.
“I love you, too, Dawnie. But it’s far too dangerous for you to be out here. What were you thinking? And who is this?” He asked, looking at the damp and bedraggled brunette that had followed Dawn form the car.
“My name is Cordelia Chase, Mr. Giles. I’m here to help you.” Cordelia said.
“I don’t understand.” Giles said.
“A friend of yours sent me. Wesley Wyndham-Pryce.”
Giles knew Wesley as a Watcher-in-training doing his studies in Los Angeles. Giles knew that he was also an associate of Angel’s.
“Please fill me in.” Giles said.
“The statue inside that house is not the Statue of Aradia. It’s the Statue of Valios.”
“Are you positive?” Giles asked, horrified beyond measure. The Statue of Valios could be used to open the Hellmouth.
Cordelia nodded slowly, a pinched expression on her face. “Nothing is as he claims. That vampire is no longer Angel. His soul is gone and he is now the demon, Angelus.” Cordelia’s voice shook slightly as she continued. “He wants the Hellmouth open. He wants to unleash hell on earth.”
She lifted the large bag she carried and Giles watched as she pulled a long sword out.
“This is the Sword of Gemina. It is used to split positive and negative forces. Wesley assures me that in this your Slayer can stop the Hellmouth from opening by shattering the Statue Of Valios with this sword.” Cordelia informed him.
Giles reached for the sword with one hand. It was very heavy and ornate, the gold hilt set with rare gems. He had heard of it but never had the good fortune to see it. He wondered how Wesley had come into possession of such a rare artifact.
Cordelia threw her head back, a determined expression on her beautiful face.
“I have one request.”
Reaching into her pocket, she withdrew a small glowing ball and held it out to Giles.
“An Orb of Thesulah?”
“While your Slayer is destroying Valios, I want YOU to restore Angels soul to him. You’re a powerful force. I know you can do it.” She choked back a sob. “If you could please just try…”
“I really don’t think…”
“She was Angel’s girlfriend, Dad.” Dawn said, quietly nudging his arm.
Cordelia held out the Orb once again, a look of naked longing on her face.
Rupert took it in his hand.
“If you could just try.....” Cordelia lowered her head. She knew her love was gone, but if there was even the smallest chance, she had to try.
Dawn threw herself at him once more. “Dad, please be careful. I can’t lose you or Will. You’re the only family I have left.”
Family…
The word hit Giles hard.
If Dawnie knew what was inside. Spike. Lizzie. William. Red. All were his children by blood or by bond. They were his family. A family he swore to protect with his life.
He knew what he had to do.
He would confront his undead son, try to find a way to help Lizzie, protect his only living son, and make sure his daughter was kept safe.
Rupert would take care of his family.
He smiled down at Dawn. “I promise you I will come back.”
A tear trickled down Dawn’s cheek.
“You did good Dawnie.” Rupert praised her.
“You’re not mad at me for disobeying you to come here?” Dawn asked.
“My darling girl, you risked yourself to protect what is yours. You took care of your family. Your mother would be very proud.”
He looked at Dawn with pride.
His daughter...
He kissed Dawnie on the head and looked back at Cordelia.
“Take care of my daughter, please?” he begged.
Cordelia wrapped her arm around Dawn as they watched Rupert walk determinedly into the mansion, the Sword of Gemina clutched tight in his fist.