Midnight and Roses
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Adult ++
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40
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5,370
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The Quickening
Author: Dayrunner
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.
Summary: Spike remembers a past life. Ambrosius prepares for William's awakening.
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 16
Ambrosius sat in the oil sweetened water of the copper tub, listening to the two mystics chanting, while Laureano gently washed him in preparation for William’s claiming. The vampire king already knew the sacred words from long ago that he would use to call to the mortal’s demon, reciting them over and over again in his mind, reaching out to touch its soul.
"Sire?" Laureano spoke reverently to the older vampire, touching his arm lightly. "It is done..."
The king smiled softly at his childe and took his proffered arm, rising from the water gracefully. For an immortal of his age, Ambrosius had lost none of his musculature or dark, brooding looks, making him appear to be a glistening, bronze god as he stepped forth from the tub. Laureano dried the king with a large, soft cloth, then draped a light, red velvet robe over his shoulders before he led him over to where William lay on the rose-covered bed.
The mystics approached the vampire king and bowed respectfully. The older priest looked at Ambrosius and intoned solemnly, reading from an aged parchment.
"Do you, Ambrosius Angelus of Aurelius, lay claim to the mortal known as William of Eryris, who is without sire?"
Ambrosius felt Laureano tense when he heard the mystic’s words and could feel his discomfort and fear through their link. He reached for the young vampire’s hand and squeezed it gently, sending loving thoughts and comfort to ease his apprehension. Only when he felt his childe calm, did he answer.
"I, Ambrosius Angelus, lay claim to the one known as William to be my childer. Let me be led by the ways set down by the Ancient Ones before me so that they may welcome him into their arms as my blood."
"Then, so shall it be," the shaman intoned as he sprinkled blessed water over the vampire king.
*"Esto perpetua in perpetuum."*
Ambrosius turned to Laureano and gently kissed his quivering lips. "Be strong, my heart, and rejoice with me when this is done."
"I will, my Sire," Laureano said softly. "May the Ancient Ones touch your soul and guide you safely as you become one with the body and soul of William."
A large goblet of blood mixed with mead, to sustain Ambrosius through the ordeal ahead, was offered and gratefully accepted.
Laureano removed Ambrosius’ robe before the older vampire lay down on the flower laden bed and gently took William’s pale form into his arms. He brushed a soft, auburn curl away from the chiseled face with one finger, studying the beautiful contours of his cheekbones.
"William, can you hear me, my little one?"
The mystics and Laureano bowed reverently, then quietly made their way to the door, locking it tightly behind them. Only then, did Laureano let the hot tears that he was holding back for so long spill down his cheeks.
** ** ** ** ** ** **
For two days and two nights, Ambrosius lay with William’s cold body wrapped protectively in his arms. He tenderly stroked and touched the small man’s pale skin and whispered words of love and comfort to his soon to be childer.
The older vampire had sent his demon to summon the Ancient Ones with words as old as the dawn of time. Words that would speak of William and would ask for their blessing to sire the abandoned mortal. Then, Ambrosius would wait for the Ancient Ones to send a demon to find William. Only then, could he welcome the spirit that would share William’s soul for eternity.
William floated blissfully, wrapped in the warm comfort of nothingness. He knew that he was dead; he knew that Arellano had killed him, but what was this? This was not the NeverNever that he had believed in, the beautiful place where you were to spend eternity. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong...
Suddenly, William’s warrior instincts tingled, telling him that he was not alone. He raised his head to sniff the air and his nostrils flared as a faint, musky scent moved silently closer.
"Oy! William..." a strange, but familiar voice called out from nowhere in particular.
The small warrior raised his hackles and took a defiant stance as he watched an ethereal figure swagger out of the darkness and come to stand almost nose to nose with him.
A stranger, not unlike himself, stood in front of him. His armor seemed to be nothing but a long, black leather coat covering a costume William had never seen before. He had the same azure eyes as William did, but his hair was strangely coloured and much shorter.
"What sort of demon are you?" William asked, unafraid. "To look like me?"
"Name’s Spike..." the demon cocked his head and smirked. "Come to take you home, luv."
William regarded Spike quizzically. "Home? Are you my spirit guide to NeverNever?"
"Might say that," demon Spike chuckled lightly, then changed into game face.
A soft gasp escaped from William’s lips when he saw Spike’s face change. It was then when it dawned on him... he was looking at himself. He was the demon standing in front of him.
"William, can you hear me, my little one? Find me... find your way back to me..." a soft male voice echoed eerily in the darkness, then faded away.
"Sire’s waitin'," Spike smiled around his fangs. He held out his hand to William expectantly.
"No... I’ll not go with you," William whispered. "I can’t be you..."
"Already are..." Spike said softly as he reached for William’s hand.
A blood curdling scream welled up from deep inside William’s chest, roaring past his lips as Spike took his hand and gripped it firmly.
William’s eyes snapped open, his screaming howl still ringing in his own ears as he crashed back to life. Trembling uncontrollably, he turned his head to look into Ambrosius’ smiling face.
"Hello, William..."
~ tbc ~
*Esto perpetua in perpetuum - Let it be forever, forever.*
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.
Summary: Spike remembers a past life. Ambrosius prepares for William's awakening.
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 16
Ambrosius sat in the oil sweetened water of the copper tub, listening to the two mystics chanting, while Laureano gently washed him in preparation for William’s claiming. The vampire king already knew the sacred words from long ago that he would use to call to the mortal’s demon, reciting them over and over again in his mind, reaching out to touch its soul.
"Sire?" Laureano spoke reverently to the older vampire, touching his arm lightly. "It is done..."
The king smiled softly at his childe and took his proffered arm, rising from the water gracefully. For an immortal of his age, Ambrosius had lost none of his musculature or dark, brooding looks, making him appear to be a glistening, bronze god as he stepped forth from the tub. Laureano dried the king with a large, soft cloth, then draped a light, red velvet robe over his shoulders before he led him over to where William lay on the rose-covered bed.
The mystics approached the vampire king and bowed respectfully. The older priest looked at Ambrosius and intoned solemnly, reading from an aged parchment.
"Do you, Ambrosius Angelus of Aurelius, lay claim to the mortal known as William of Eryris, who is without sire?"
Ambrosius felt Laureano tense when he heard the mystic’s words and could feel his discomfort and fear through their link. He reached for the young vampire’s hand and squeezed it gently, sending loving thoughts and comfort to ease his apprehension. Only when he felt his childe calm, did he answer.
"I, Ambrosius Angelus, lay claim to the one known as William to be my childer. Let me be led by the ways set down by the Ancient Ones before me so that they may welcome him into their arms as my blood."
"Then, so shall it be," the shaman intoned as he sprinkled blessed water over the vampire king.
*"Esto perpetua in perpetuum."*
Ambrosius turned to Laureano and gently kissed his quivering lips. "Be strong, my heart, and rejoice with me when this is done."
"I will, my Sire," Laureano said softly. "May the Ancient Ones touch your soul and guide you safely as you become one with the body and soul of William."
A large goblet of blood mixed with mead, to sustain Ambrosius through the ordeal ahead, was offered and gratefully accepted.
Laureano removed Ambrosius’ robe before the older vampire lay down on the flower laden bed and gently took William’s pale form into his arms. He brushed a soft, auburn curl away from the chiseled face with one finger, studying the beautiful contours of his cheekbones.
"William, can you hear me, my little one?"
The mystics and Laureano bowed reverently, then quietly made their way to the door, locking it tightly behind them. Only then, did Laureano let the hot tears that he was holding back for so long spill down his cheeks.
** ** ** ** ** ** **
For two days and two nights, Ambrosius lay with William’s cold body wrapped protectively in his arms. He tenderly stroked and touched the small man’s pale skin and whispered words of love and comfort to his soon to be childer.
The older vampire had sent his demon to summon the Ancient Ones with words as old as the dawn of time. Words that would speak of William and would ask for their blessing to sire the abandoned mortal. Then, Ambrosius would wait for the Ancient Ones to send a demon to find William. Only then, could he welcome the spirit that would share William’s soul for eternity.
William floated blissfully, wrapped in the warm comfort of nothingness. He knew that he was dead; he knew that Arellano had killed him, but what was this? This was not the NeverNever that he had believed in, the beautiful place where you were to spend eternity. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong...
Suddenly, William’s warrior instincts tingled, telling him that he was not alone. He raised his head to sniff the air and his nostrils flared as a faint, musky scent moved silently closer.
"Oy! William..." a strange, but familiar voice called out from nowhere in particular.
The small warrior raised his hackles and took a defiant stance as he watched an ethereal figure swagger out of the darkness and come to stand almost nose to nose with him.
A stranger, not unlike himself, stood in front of him. His armor seemed to be nothing but a long, black leather coat covering a costume William had never seen before. He had the same azure eyes as William did, but his hair was strangely coloured and much shorter.
"What sort of demon are you?" William asked, unafraid. "To look like me?"
"Name’s Spike..." the demon cocked his head and smirked. "Come to take you home, luv."
William regarded Spike quizzically. "Home? Are you my spirit guide to NeverNever?"
"Might say that," demon Spike chuckled lightly, then changed into game face.
A soft gasp escaped from William’s lips when he saw Spike’s face change. It was then when it dawned on him... he was looking at himself. He was the demon standing in front of him.
"William, can you hear me, my little one? Find me... find your way back to me..." a soft male voice echoed eerily in the darkness, then faded away.
"Sire’s waitin'," Spike smiled around his fangs. He held out his hand to William expectantly.
"No... I’ll not go with you," William whispered. "I can’t be you..."
"Already are..." Spike said softly as he reached for William’s hand.
A blood curdling scream welled up from deep inside William’s chest, roaring past his lips as Spike took his hand and gripped it firmly.
William’s eyes snapped open, his screaming howl still ringing in his own ears as he crashed back to life. Trembling uncontrollably, he turned his head to look into Ambrosius’ smiling face.
"Hello, William..."
~ tbc ~
*Esto perpetua in perpetuum - Let it be forever, forever.*