Midnight and Roses
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Long Ago and Far Away
Author: Dayrunner aka kindredspirit75
Email: dayrunner145@yahoo.com
Fandom: BtVS - AU
Genre: Slash m/m
Pairing:Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Warning:Totally AU with vague references to Cannon.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no money from BtVS or its
entities. This is for entertainment only.
Feedback is always welcomed.
Previous chapters can be found at:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/kindredspirit75
MIDNIGHT AND ROSES - CHAPTER 14
William stood alone amongst the bodies of his dead and dying neighbours and comrades, his naked body broken and bleeding. His splintered broadsword was still in his hand, useless against the onslaught of demons and vampires who had come to wipe out his peaceful little village.
The small hamlet had enjoyed peace and prosperity in the Eryris Valley for centuries under the vampire king, Aurelius Ambrosius. The villagers provided blood, livestock and necessities to his clan in exchange for his protection against the bands of marauding fiends that plagued the lands around them.
There had been rumors brewing for some months that Ambrosius’ upstart son, Prince Arellano would challenge his father for the throne, but nothing had come of it and an air of complacency had lulled the clans into a false sense of security. Until tonight...
Led by Arellano, an army of his followers had taken William’s village by surprise while they slept. A sentinel had seen them coming, but it was too late to issue a warning or to send for help, leaving its people defenseless against them.
A woman screaming had shaken a naked William from his sleep and he instinctively grabbed his sword as he jumped from his bed and rushed outside. He couldn’t believe his eyes as he stood, stunned, by the apocalyptic scenes in front of him.
Everything was in flames; the thatched roofs of their abodes blowing up like kindling as torches were set to them. Men, women and children screamed and cried as they ran, before they were brutally cut down by a demon on horseback wielding a sword or drained by a vampire who snapped their necks before moving on to it's next victim.
A hard slash to his shoulder sent William reeling and it was enough to goad him into action. He gritted his teeth and growled savagely as he lifted his heavy sword with both hands and brought it down against the neck of the slimy demon in front of him. With pure adrenalin pumping through his veins, the small warrior cut a path through all who approached him.
William’s eyes searched frantically for his brothers in arms, hoping against hope to find enough of his comrades to regroup and put up a defense, but there was too much confusion and death. He fought valiantly for all he was worth, but soon he was overwhelmed by his enemies and captured. Being the proud warrior that he was, he would offer no resistance to his fate; the battle was already lost. He was ready to die...
“Well, well, if it isn’t my best pupil,” the vampire Prince Arellano sneered as he circled William, taking in the sight of the slight, naked human covered in blood.
William winched and the hand holding his broken sword trembled. He remembered how Ambrosius had sent Arellano to train him and a handful of other men from his village to be warriors; William had been his best student, learning the way of the sword quickly.
Now, he was helpless against the powerful vampire prince and could do nothing but close his eyes and prepare for the death that he knew would be coming. If Arellano didn’t kill him outright, he knew that one of the soldiers who formed a tight ring around the two of them would.
Arellano stood in front of William and grabbed a handful of his auburn curls, pulling his head back hard. He sniffed at William’s throat, then ran a cool tongue over the blood covering his pulse point, making the small man shiver.
“Yes, my sweet William,” the vampire prince purred. “Should you die a warrior’s death swiftly by my hand, or should you die slowly like your worthless human friends?”
“Just kill me and be done,” William gritted out between clenched teeth.
The vampire released his grip on William’s hair and laughed softly. “You would like that, wouldn’t you, pet?” he cooed into William’s ear. “But, I think not. I will let you live so that you may bear witness to what I have done here.”
“Why did you do this?” William asked softly. “We did nothing.”
“Your people were my father’s favourites,” Arellano spit out into William’s face. “What better way to get his attention than to use what I had taught you to defeat you? That was my intention from the beginning.”
A long, anguished howl burst forth from William’s lips as he spun away from the vampire prince and brought the remnants of his sword down hard against the space between Arellano’s neck and shoulder. Arellano screamed in pain and surprise at the blow from the insolent human and grabbed his shoulder.
“Bastard!” the vampire roared and changed into game face; the ring of his followers closed in tighter and two of them moved to restrain William.
A hard backhand to the face made William’s head jerk to the left, then fangs dug painfully into his throat. A surprised gasp came out of William’s mouth and his eyes widened in horror as he felt and heard his blood being drawn out of his body in big, hard gulps. He tried to struggle, but strong arms had him tightly in their embrace and he realized that it was futile. He was dying.
Suddenly, there was a distant sound of horse’s hooves pounding quickly on the ground; the noise elicited excited murmurs and cries of terror from Arellano’s followers.
“Master! Your father... We must flee or be killed...”
William was drifting farther and farther away, an eerie calm wrapping him in it’s embrace. He could feel his heart start to stutter as he spun closer and closer to nothingness and he welcomed it with open arms. He marveled at a tangy, coppery taste in his mouth but he did not care as he swallowed one last time before darkness overtook him.
The vampire Arellano latched onto William’s throat and dug his fangs in deeply. When the first pull of the human’s blood entered his mouth, he moaned at the taste and started to harden. Each mouthful of blood made his cock jerk and thicken more, making him straddle William’s thigh and move against him as he drank.
Arellano moaned around the human’s throat and pulled harder at the wound, listening for the erratic shuddering of his heart. He rubbed his erection harder against William’s leg and brought one hand down to cup the man’s half hard sex, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Master! Your father...”
Reluctantly, the vampire pulled away from William’s throat and ripped open his wrist. He pulled William’s head back roughly and shoved the bloody wound to his lips, urging him to swallow.
“Drink from me, William,” he urged the dying man. “Quickly, before it is too late.”
William gagged as the blood ran down the back of his throat and he convulsed as he swallowed involuntarily. Before he took his last breath, William weakly drew a small sip from Arellano’s wrist and swallowed, making the vampire moan in ecstacy as he shuddered his release.
A rider on horseback pulled his mount close to the vampire prince. “My lord! We must go! Now!” he cried.
Arellano gently kissed William’s cooling lips and laid him on the ground. He turned to the rider and grabbed his outstretched hand, pulling himself up into the saddle. The horse reared in protest against the added weight, but was ordered on by several hard kicks to the ribs, finally thundering off at a full gallop.
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Tears streamed down King Ambrosius’ face as he surveyed the destruction that his only son had wrought on the peaceful little village; his stomach roiled as he realized that there was absolutely nothing that he could do to make it right again.
The king steered his steed gently through the maze of dead and dying humans and demons as his warriors looked for any signs of salvageable life. Swords were brought down quickly against those with no hope, mercifully ending their suffering and what would be an inevitable, painful death.
Resignation and sorrow were etched into the king’s face as he turned his mount and prepared to give his army the order to burn everything before they left. He was startled when he heard a voice call out to him.
“Your Majesty! You must come... there is one left you must see...”
Without thought, Ambrosius leapt from his saddle and ran to the figure holding the limp human in his arms. His warriors followed, on alert and ready to protect their king, not believing what they had also heard. When Ambrosius got close enough to see, his knees buckled and a stifled gasp of horror escaped him as he recognized the bloodied and broken form.
“William...” he whispered and fell to his knees, gathering up the small man into his arms.
The king examined the wounds on William’s body and he closed his eyes in disbelief when he saw the gaping wound on his neck.
“Arellano... how could you?”
“Your Majesty?” A gentle hand on his shoulder brought him back to reality.
Ambrosius rose to his feet with William in his arms. He turned to his trusted Lieutenant and gave him his orders.
“Wrap him carefully and take him back to the castle. Then burn everything that is left before you leave...”
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“Nooo! No... no...” Spike screamed in his sleep; he thrashed violently in his bed and his face facilitated between his demon and human facade.
“Please... nooo...”
Spike shot bolt upright, tangled in the sheets, still screaming. Sweat poured off the small vampire and he shook uncontrollably at the dream, no... the nightmare... that had brought back long buried memories.
~ tbc ~
Email: dayrunner145@yahoo.com
Fandom: BtVS - AU
Genre: Slash m/m
Pairing:Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Warning:Totally AU with vague references to Cannon.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no money from BtVS or its
entities. This is for entertainment only.
Feedback is always welcomed.
Previous chapters can be found at:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/kindredspirit75
MIDNIGHT AND ROSES - CHAPTER 14
William stood alone amongst the bodies of his dead and dying neighbours and comrades, his naked body broken and bleeding. His splintered broadsword was still in his hand, useless against the onslaught of demons and vampires who had come to wipe out his peaceful little village.
The small hamlet had enjoyed peace and prosperity in the Eryris Valley for centuries under the vampire king, Aurelius Ambrosius. The villagers provided blood, livestock and necessities to his clan in exchange for his protection against the bands of marauding fiends that plagued the lands around them.
There had been rumors brewing for some months that Ambrosius’ upstart son, Prince Arellano would challenge his father for the throne, but nothing had come of it and an air of complacency had lulled the clans into a false sense of security. Until tonight...
Led by Arellano, an army of his followers had taken William’s village by surprise while they slept. A sentinel had seen them coming, but it was too late to issue a warning or to send for help, leaving its people defenseless against them.
A woman screaming had shaken a naked William from his sleep and he instinctively grabbed his sword as he jumped from his bed and rushed outside. He couldn’t believe his eyes as he stood, stunned, by the apocalyptic scenes in front of him.
Everything was in flames; the thatched roofs of their abodes blowing up like kindling as torches were set to them. Men, women and children screamed and cried as they ran, before they were brutally cut down by a demon on horseback wielding a sword or drained by a vampire who snapped their necks before moving on to it's next victim.
A hard slash to his shoulder sent William reeling and it was enough to goad him into action. He gritted his teeth and growled savagely as he lifted his heavy sword with both hands and brought it down against the neck of the slimy demon in front of him. With pure adrenalin pumping through his veins, the small warrior cut a path through all who approached him.
William’s eyes searched frantically for his brothers in arms, hoping against hope to find enough of his comrades to regroup and put up a defense, but there was too much confusion and death. He fought valiantly for all he was worth, but soon he was overwhelmed by his enemies and captured. Being the proud warrior that he was, he would offer no resistance to his fate; the battle was already lost. He was ready to die...
“Well, well, if it isn’t my best pupil,” the vampire Prince Arellano sneered as he circled William, taking in the sight of the slight, naked human covered in blood.
William winched and the hand holding his broken sword trembled. He remembered how Ambrosius had sent Arellano to train him and a handful of other men from his village to be warriors; William had been his best student, learning the way of the sword quickly.
Now, he was helpless against the powerful vampire prince and could do nothing but close his eyes and prepare for the death that he knew would be coming. If Arellano didn’t kill him outright, he knew that one of the soldiers who formed a tight ring around the two of them would.
Arellano stood in front of William and grabbed a handful of his auburn curls, pulling his head back hard. He sniffed at William’s throat, then ran a cool tongue over the blood covering his pulse point, making the small man shiver.
“Yes, my sweet William,” the vampire prince purred. “Should you die a warrior’s death swiftly by my hand, or should you die slowly like your worthless human friends?”
“Just kill me and be done,” William gritted out between clenched teeth.
The vampire released his grip on William’s hair and laughed softly. “You would like that, wouldn’t you, pet?” he cooed into William’s ear. “But, I think not. I will let you live so that you may bear witness to what I have done here.”
“Why did you do this?” William asked softly. “We did nothing.”
“Your people were my father’s favourites,” Arellano spit out into William’s face. “What better way to get his attention than to use what I had taught you to defeat you? That was my intention from the beginning.”
A long, anguished howl burst forth from William’s lips as he spun away from the vampire prince and brought the remnants of his sword down hard against the space between Arellano’s neck and shoulder. Arellano screamed in pain and surprise at the blow from the insolent human and grabbed his shoulder.
“Bastard!” the vampire roared and changed into game face; the ring of his followers closed in tighter and two of them moved to restrain William.
A hard backhand to the face made William’s head jerk to the left, then fangs dug painfully into his throat. A surprised gasp came out of William’s mouth and his eyes widened in horror as he felt and heard his blood being drawn out of his body in big, hard gulps. He tried to struggle, but strong arms had him tightly in their embrace and he realized that it was futile. He was dying.
Suddenly, there was a distant sound of horse’s hooves pounding quickly on the ground; the noise elicited excited murmurs and cries of terror from Arellano’s followers.
“Master! Your father... We must flee or be killed...”
William was drifting farther and farther away, an eerie calm wrapping him in it’s embrace. He could feel his heart start to stutter as he spun closer and closer to nothingness and he welcomed it with open arms. He marveled at a tangy, coppery taste in his mouth but he did not care as he swallowed one last time before darkness overtook him.
The vampire Arellano latched onto William’s throat and dug his fangs in deeply. When the first pull of the human’s blood entered his mouth, he moaned at the taste and started to harden. Each mouthful of blood made his cock jerk and thicken more, making him straddle William’s thigh and move against him as he drank.
Arellano moaned around the human’s throat and pulled harder at the wound, listening for the erratic shuddering of his heart. He rubbed his erection harder against William’s leg and brought one hand down to cup the man’s half hard sex, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Master! Your father...”
Reluctantly, the vampire pulled away from William’s throat and ripped open his wrist. He pulled William’s head back roughly and shoved the bloody wound to his lips, urging him to swallow.
“Drink from me, William,” he urged the dying man. “Quickly, before it is too late.”
William gagged as the blood ran down the back of his throat and he convulsed as he swallowed involuntarily. Before he took his last breath, William weakly drew a small sip from Arellano’s wrist and swallowed, making the vampire moan in ecstacy as he shuddered his release.
A rider on horseback pulled his mount close to the vampire prince. “My lord! We must go! Now!” he cried.
Arellano gently kissed William’s cooling lips and laid him on the ground. He turned to the rider and grabbed his outstretched hand, pulling himself up into the saddle. The horse reared in protest against the added weight, but was ordered on by several hard kicks to the ribs, finally thundering off at a full gallop.
~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~
Tears streamed down King Ambrosius’ face as he surveyed the destruction that his only son had wrought on the peaceful little village; his stomach roiled as he realized that there was absolutely nothing that he could do to make it right again.
The king steered his steed gently through the maze of dead and dying humans and demons as his warriors looked for any signs of salvageable life. Swords were brought down quickly against those with no hope, mercifully ending their suffering and what would be an inevitable, painful death.
Resignation and sorrow were etched into the king’s face as he turned his mount and prepared to give his army the order to burn everything before they left. He was startled when he heard a voice call out to him.
“Your Majesty! You must come... there is one left you must see...”
Without thought, Ambrosius leapt from his saddle and ran to the figure holding the limp human in his arms. His warriors followed, on alert and ready to protect their king, not believing what they had also heard. When Ambrosius got close enough to see, his knees buckled and a stifled gasp of horror escaped him as he recognized the bloodied and broken form.
“William...” he whispered and fell to his knees, gathering up the small man into his arms.
The king examined the wounds on William’s body and he closed his eyes in disbelief when he saw the gaping wound on his neck.
“Arellano... how could you?”
“Your Majesty?” A gentle hand on his shoulder brought him back to reality.
Ambrosius rose to his feet with William in his arms. He turned to his trusted Lieutenant and gave him his orders.
“Wrap him carefully and take him back to the castle. Then burn everything that is left before you leave...”
~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~
“Nooo! No... no...” Spike screamed in his sleep; he thrashed violently in his bed and his face facilitated between his demon and human facade.
“Please... nooo...”
Spike shot bolt upright, tangled in the sheets, still screaming. Sweat poured off the small vampire and he shook uncontrollably at the dream, no... the nightmare... that had brought back long buried memories.
~ tbc ~