Life (or Unlife) Goes On

Title: Life (Or Unlife) Goes On
Author: AddictedtoBuffy
Pairing: Spike/Angel eventually Spike/Angel/Xander
Distrubution: Ask and you will receive
Warning: Mild Violence, M/M and Language. Rape is mentioned, if this subject causes you discomfit please don't read, but it is only mentioned, nothing explicit
A/N: Is anyone still reading this? And I know it keeps popping up at the top of the list. Sorry. Its because I'm editing the first few chapters, I didn't realise there were still errors in them


Chapter Fifteen

Spike’s POV

Shit, that was a good fuck, is the first thought to flick across my consciousness. For a moment I panic but then I realise I’m no longer in handcuffs. I’m on my side and I think Angel is behind me, his arms are around my torso. Those broken handcuffs are still on him. Ow, I’m sore but it was worth it. He is probably sore as well I have never done that to him before.

“Hey, You okay?” He whispers into my ear, I idly stroke his arm.

“Yeah, what about you? I’m guessing none of the girls you’ve been with lately have had you on your stomach like that so your probably sore?” Oh does he have the best hands ever. Being forced to masturbate for a hundred years has really paid off when it comes to his hands. Don’t get me wrong he was good back in the day but he is amazing now. His hands can play me like Hendrix plays a guitar. He pulls me in closer.

“Until last night no one has fucked me since you were still new, except when I was in the hell dimension.”

“That’s what I don’t get about hell dimensions, aren’t they supposed to be all chop you into little bits and use the cat and nine tails, iron maiden yada yada yada. Where does it ever say in the brochure that being fucked up the arse by uglies is part of the package?” I could feel him tense when he mentioned hell so I try to keep the conversation light. My hand moves to his leg pressed up against mine. I like lying in bed just talking with him but it had better not get out, I have an image to maintain. He laughs at what I said but it has a note of bitterness in it.

“Yeah wel,l what about you? Harmony ever do anything like last night for you?”

“Your kidding right? Harm, not bloody likely. Nah mate, you’re the only one who does me like that well the only guy anyway.” Dru had, well, with a strap-on but he knew that cos as Angelus he often liked to watch and make comments or it would be me, him and Dru while Darla watched. I know that her and Dru would sometimes get together like he and I would and sometimes it would be the four of us together so basically it was one big free for all but I never got to choose my partner. I secretly dreaded those times Darla would lead me into her room, she really didn’t like me. At least with Angelus I had a chance of getting something out of it.

“I’m the only guy? Seriously?” he sounds amazed.

“Hey unlike you great big poof I’m mostly into females.” He starts to stroke my stomach. “ I suppose we will have to go down soon but do you think we will have enough time to have a shower?” He starts to lazily nibble on my shoulder.

“I don’t know Spike. I think a bath might be nice.” Just then there is a knock on the door. Damm it. “Go away,” growls Angel.

“Sorry guys. Cover up anything you don’t want me to see 'cos I’m coming in.” Faith, shit. Angel pulls up the sheet while I grab the handcuffs looped in the bed head and shove them under a pillow. Faith might have seen all of this before but its still awkward. She comes in as I quickly remove the broken cuffs from Angel's wrists.

“What do you want Faith?” Angel asks, I can tell he is none to happy with the interruption just when things were getting more interesting.

“Sorry guys but your both needed downstairs.”

“Right then, we will be down as soon as we’ve had a shower.” I reply but she just shakes her head.

“Now Spike! Not in an hour.”

“Well I don’t suppose you’ll at least let us get dressed in private.” Damm why can’t we be left alone to come down when we’re ready? We would eventually make it. Faith hands Angel a towel.

“Sorry but I need to fill you in ‘bout what’s going on while you two have been sleeping.” Angel gets up and grabs his clothes before throwing me a pair of pants. As we quickly get dressed Faith fills us in on the phone call waiting for Angel from out of the country and how Thyme was making some progress until she started getting withdrawals. Now they are so bad that no one can approach her. Looks like that’s my gig. I wonder who the phone call is from. Angel is giving nothing away. We head down the stairs where most of the group are gathered. Andrew is trying to teach Gunn to play chess, I wonder when he’ll find some cool. I can hear Thyme from up here. I quickly descend into the basement in time to see Robin and Willow being flung across the room from where they were trying to hold her arms down. She roars in vamp face uncontrollably straining against the chains and scratching herself into the bargain. I stride across to her. There is only one way to help her when she’s this far gone. There isn’t time to go and get some pig’s blood. I grab one of the knives on a table and slash my wrist. I then wave it under her nose and she latches on eagerly. Robin turns away in disgust.

“Red, can you go and get two containers of blood and don’t bother heating them.” Willow goes without a word and I turn back to Thyme. I remove my arm because she really needs fresh blood but if she hadn’t gotten blood right then it wouldn’t have been pretty. She’s still in vampire face, shaking uncontrollably, I grab her arms and place them in front of her. “Shh luv, your okay, now everything is okay.” How many times have I said that to one of my victims? I can’t think about that now, about all their faces, I need to concentrate on helping Thyme. I kneel down so I’m on her eye level “Hey shhh, Thyme look at me girl, come on that’s right, see your okay.” Willow comes rushing back in with the tubs of blood. I place one on the table, once Thymes calmed down I can drink that. I hold the tub while she laps it up. Robin’s walked out of the room. Okay so its not the prettiest sight but hell there are so many worse sights than this. Poor girl because that’s all she really is, she looks younger than Harmony. I used to rape, torture and eat girls her age with Drusilla at my side. Shit, I think I understand why Angel broods all the time. Oh well I can’t change the past but at least I can help Thyme. The name seems to be growing on me. I suddenly realise where she got her name from. “You picked your name out of the song Scarborough Fair,” I state. She’s finished the blood and she looks at me startled.

“How did you know that?”

“One of Dru’s favourites.” She just looks at me puzzled. “Drusilla, she’s your Sire, well she’s mine too. Guess that kinda makes us siblings. Anyway, she loved to sometimes sing that to her victims when she was playing with them.” She thinks for a bit then replies,

“I don’t know I can’t remember but I thought you were one of the good guys.”

“Yeah, I’m reformed, used to be a black hat and Drusilla was the love of my unlife, for a hundred years we terrorized anyone we met. In the early days it was Darla and Angelus as well but then he was cursed by gypsy’s with a soul and Darla went back to her old love but we stayed together. Well until I met Buffy and Dru left me.” Okay, that was too much information.

“Angelus? Is that Angel?”

“Yeah, Angelus is Angel without the soul and with much better hair. He is our grandsire, he sired Drusilla.”

“He sired Drusilla and Drusilla sired you but you and her were and you, you and him are…I’m guessing incest isn’t a problem?”

“Nah, doesn’t work that way, pet.” The others have left so I scull the blood. Humans get funny when we drink it straight out of the packet. “I know you can’t remember being alive right now but it is different. You view the world differently when you’re a vampire than when your human.” Its hard for me to remember what it was like being a human. Robin comes back into the basement.

“I’ll look after her, Angel needs to talk to you upstairs.” Upstairs hey? I hope that talking means that long overdue shower, depends on what kind of mood he's in. I hope the phone call was good news. When I walk into our room he is strapping stakes to his wrists. Okay, definitely not good news. Oh well looks like we’re in for a spot of violence, my second favourite thing to do.

“What’s up?” He turns round to face me.

“Spike. The call was from Nina’s sister.” The way he says it I can tell he was lying to me when he said they were over, the tosser.

“You haven’t ended it with her, have you?” Why did I ever trust him again?

“No but we had…”

“Do you think I care what your excuse is, deadboy?”

“Spike, I don’t want…”

“Give it up yer poofter, even with a soul your still playing games. Use little Spiky til your werewolf tumble is back in town.” I’m furious, after I let him back in, opened up like I haven’t done for a hundred years, laid myself bare and this is how he treats me.

“You are the thickest most infuriating person. Captain Peroxide always has to copy me. First with Buffy, then with a soul. Do you know how pathetic it is?”

“Yeah well it wouldn’t have been as bad as always living in your shadow. So you killed two slayers Spike and you were a Master vampire at twenty, well that’s good but Angelus once deflowered a hundred nuns in one night. Anyway, I got a soul cos I didn’t want to do that anymore. After my attempted rape on Buffy…” Oh shit did I just say that? The force of his fist in my nose sends me flying into the cupboard.

“YOU WHAT???” I haven’t seen him this angry for a long time but I’m not going to beg his forgiveness. That’s between me and Buffy.

“Don’t get all high and mighty with me, you ponce. How many people have you raped, me included? You RAPED ME you asshole, you raped me and took away my virginity. And did nancy boy ever be man enough to admit it was wrong.” I stand up and can feel my whole body shaking with rage and to think I forgave him and let him back in.

“Don’t call me that,” he roars.

“Nancy boy, nancy boy,” okay so very childish but I don’t care as long as it pisses him off. He goes to punch me again but I dodge it and get him in the gut. That’s it we both start fighting for real, breaking furniture as we go. My nose is bleeding but what do I care. Before I’ve realised what I’ve done, I’ve thrown him out the window. Lucky for him the sun has already set. Not that I care right now, I don’t. Bloody self-involved and anal-retentive Angel. Shit, he is going to be pissed off. I’d better get out of here before he gets back.
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