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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
5,640
Reviews:
8
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0
Currently Reading:
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Clean Slate
Title: Dry your tears (2/?)
Author: Chris
Rating: will be NC-17 in later parts, not this one
Pairing: Xander/Spike, mention of Buffy/Spike in the first part
Setting: Season 6, starts shortly after the birthday ... mostly AU
Disclaimer: No, don't own them, never have and sadly never will.
Feedback: It's the surest way to bring me to write more soon.
AN: Again lots of thanks to my little sister, velja ... I wouldn't have written this without her. And who would have thought, two parts written in one night. ok, the next one might take a bit longer, I don't know how much time I will find during the week to continue writing.
Summary: Just when Spike realizes that he can't take Buffy's abuse anymore and decides to leave Sunnydale someone unexpected shows up at his doorstep and changes everything.
Part Two: Clean Slate
"Wish granted."
Halfrek took a step away from the door to the crypt she had been leaning against for quite a long time while she had been waiting to hear the words 'I wish' come from the vampire's mouth. It had been more than a week of shadowing and silently observing William until she now finally had been given the chance to make things right.
Not that she really felt she was responsible for William's situation, no, not really. Well, maybe a little, if it hadn't been her who he had developed that silly crush on when at that time all she had wanted was a small time out from her duties as a vengeance demon, a few years to live as a mere human, try things out, well, it could have been any ordinary girl back then and maybe things would have progressed in exactly the same way as they had then.
But she didn't know that. Chances were, that William could have met a woman who would have loved him back and had a happy and fullfilled live, but he hadn't had that. After that dreadful soiree at the Wingham's where William had poured out his heart to her and subsequently run out and met with his destiny in form of the vampire Drusilla, his life had changed forever.
Technically his life had stopped that very evening and the unlife of William the Bloody had begun.
And, no, she was not required to set anything right, but meeting him at the Slayer's house had been very disturbing. So much that she had felt the need to check up on his life, unlife whatever you wanted to call it.
Having learned all about William's time from the last moment she had seen him up to now had made her feel sorry for him, even though as a justice demon she should not be able to feel anything like that.
Not that everything had been bad in William's past, from a demon point of view. He'd had his share in slaughter, bloodshed and everything, quite successful as a vampire, slayer of two slayers.
Only the last few years had been quite trying on the vampire, left by his sire, caught and neutered by the Initiative, forced to work with the slayer and on top of it fall in love with her and end up being her punching bag, her sex toy, broken and abused so much that it justified her recent action.
She herself had left the mortal life shortly after that eventful evening, had never once looked back, quite glad to be once again in the safety of her familiar business. It had been an experiment for her, a nice way to pass a few years, because honestly, being a vengeance demon could become quite boring after some hundreds of years.
'My husband is cheating on me, I wish him to never ever again get his dick up ... to develop blisters all over his private parts whenever he thinks of someone else ... have them fall of ... ' or 'My husband never speaks to me and only has time for his friends, I wish he would choke on them' ... repeated in variations all over. It was a litle bit more creative when she had had the chance to speak to the victims first, thus impeding some more fancyful revenges but all in all, it was the same, day in day out all over.
No wonder she had diverged from the original purpose of vengeance demons into the field of neclected children, it was so much more fullfilling and children had really great imagination when it came to wishing for things that should happen to those who abused them.
Really she was the one who did the job that all those social institutions that advertised themselves as fighters for childrens rights claimed to do. It was a very fullfilling job she did.
But, well... William had been something different. Such a shy but brave young man, embarrassing sure but had circumstances been a bit different, she might even have taken a liking to him. Well, that was a long time ago in the past but she had to admit, the new look he sported, the bleached short hair and the black leather coat, and really, his figure not concealed by the fashion of the late 19th century but well clad in tight black jeans, yummy was the word that came to her mind.
Oh, I have been around teenagers too much, thank you. I even start to sound like them in my head, Halfrek mused with a smile. But then, I don't think I ever could have been what he would have needed in a companion, he will be much better of once his wish will be fulfilled.
Halfrek wandered through the cemetery with a very self satisfied grin on her face. Really this is a wonderful evening. Not only get I to help one really very much abused young man, if you stress the meaning of young widely, so, even if he is not young, abused he is surely, I have been witness to more than I ever wanted to see of that kind of relationship in the past week.
And maybe it was a precedent she was creating right now, but as it had been with discovering children as customers for the services of justice demons, men could be victims of abuse, rape and homicidal violence and a lot more crimes without real retribution just as well. So, if she was the first demon to take a man up on his wish, what? It had worked out very well with the children why not with men?
But the best part of this, if her wish got D'Hoffryn's approval, as it needed because it was the very first one granted by a vengeance demon to a man, if this scenario she had been devising would come through, not only would it gift Spike with his deepest wish, it would piss off a lot of other people as well.
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It had taken almost half an hour for Spike to emerge from his bed, straighten up and walk to the ladder, climbing up to the ground level of his crypt and advance to the fridge to get the precious blood that was kept there but finally he made it.
Just as he was about to settle in his chair in front of the TV to sip his blood and watch some shows or whatever his poor cable was about to feed this night, he heard sounds of fighting and struggling from right in front of his door.
'I hope they don't come crashing through the door to fight here. I don't think I can fight them tonight.'
It was not that uncommon, fightings in the cemetery tended to continue in some crypt but most times demons knew to steer clear of his crypt. It was common knowledge that a pissed of William the Bloody, and disturbing his TV time counted for pissing him of really bad, resulted in no one winning whatever conflict but in getting everyone involved seriously injured or most likely worse.
So the ongoing commotion right outside his crypt was hopefully about to move on to another part of the cemetery, or this might well be the last evening of William the Bloody on this earth, because he was in no condition to fight any demon, not even a newly risen fledge.
Right then his door opened by the impact of a body crashing against it and said body fell through the door and crumbled into a heap right where it fell. Spike raised from his chair in slow controlled movements, waiting for the other parties to move in after the body but they never came.
Door was still open but everything was quiet again in the near surrounding of his crypt so Spike made his slow and careful way towards the door and closed it.
"Well, seems your pursuers have given up. You can leave now."
As he turned around to the body on the floor, the smell of human blood permeated his senses. And it was not only human blood but blood that he knew quite well, not that he had ever tasted it, but the smell was one he recognized.
"Harris?" Spike asked, "Bloody hell, you should know better than to walk around at midnight in this part of town."
The body on the floor twisted slightly, shuddered as if in pain and then started to right itself up. When Xander had rightened himself, he brought his knees up to his chest and enveloped them with his arms, effectively curling himself into a small ball.
He raised his head to the vampire still standing next to the door and asked in a very small voice:
"Do you know me?"
He swallowed and the shivering that had started as soon as he had begun to get up, became even worse, so much that the teeth were soundily chattering by the time the next words came out.
"I, ... I don't know my name. I should know my name, shoudn't I? What has happened to me?"
TBC
Author: Chris
Rating: will be NC-17 in later parts, not this one
Pairing: Xander/Spike, mention of Buffy/Spike in the first part
Setting: Season 6, starts shortly after the birthday ... mostly AU
Disclaimer: No, don't own them, never have and sadly never will.
Feedback: It's the surest way to bring me to write more soon.
AN: Again lots of thanks to my little sister, velja ... I wouldn't have written this without her. And who would have thought, two parts written in one night. ok, the next one might take a bit longer, I don't know how much time I will find during the week to continue writing.
Summary: Just when Spike realizes that he can't take Buffy's abuse anymore and decides to leave Sunnydale someone unexpected shows up at his doorstep and changes everything.
Part Two: Clean Slate
"Wish granted."
Halfrek took a step away from the door to the crypt she had been leaning against for quite a long time while she had been waiting to hear the words 'I wish' come from the vampire's mouth. It had been more than a week of shadowing and silently observing William until she now finally had been given the chance to make things right.
Not that she really felt she was responsible for William's situation, no, not really. Well, maybe a little, if it hadn't been her who he had developed that silly crush on when at that time all she had wanted was a small time out from her duties as a vengeance demon, a few years to live as a mere human, try things out, well, it could have been any ordinary girl back then and maybe things would have progressed in exactly the same way as they had then.
But she didn't know that. Chances were, that William could have met a woman who would have loved him back and had a happy and fullfilled live, but he hadn't had that. After that dreadful soiree at the Wingham's where William had poured out his heart to her and subsequently run out and met with his destiny in form of the vampire Drusilla, his life had changed forever.
Technically his life had stopped that very evening and the unlife of William the Bloody had begun.
And, no, she was not required to set anything right, but meeting him at the Slayer's house had been very disturbing. So much that she had felt the need to check up on his life, unlife whatever you wanted to call it.
Having learned all about William's time from the last moment she had seen him up to now had made her feel sorry for him, even though as a justice demon she should not be able to feel anything like that.
Not that everything had been bad in William's past, from a demon point of view. He'd had his share in slaughter, bloodshed and everything, quite successful as a vampire, slayer of two slayers.
Only the last few years had been quite trying on the vampire, left by his sire, caught and neutered by the Initiative, forced to work with the slayer and on top of it fall in love with her and end up being her punching bag, her sex toy, broken and abused so much that it justified her recent action.
She herself had left the mortal life shortly after that eventful evening, had never once looked back, quite glad to be once again in the safety of her familiar business. It had been an experiment for her, a nice way to pass a few years, because honestly, being a vengeance demon could become quite boring after some hundreds of years.
'My husband is cheating on me, I wish him to never ever again get his dick up ... to develop blisters all over his private parts whenever he thinks of someone else ... have them fall of ... ' or 'My husband never speaks to me and only has time for his friends, I wish he would choke on them' ... repeated in variations all over. It was a litle bit more creative when she had had the chance to speak to the victims first, thus impeding some more fancyful revenges but all in all, it was the same, day in day out all over.
No wonder she had diverged from the original purpose of vengeance demons into the field of neclected children, it was so much more fullfilling and children had really great imagination when it came to wishing for things that should happen to those who abused them.
Really she was the one who did the job that all those social institutions that advertised themselves as fighters for childrens rights claimed to do. It was a very fullfilling job she did.
But, well... William had been something different. Such a shy but brave young man, embarrassing sure but had circumstances been a bit different, she might even have taken a liking to him. Well, that was a long time ago in the past but she had to admit, the new look he sported, the bleached short hair and the black leather coat, and really, his figure not concealed by the fashion of the late 19th century but well clad in tight black jeans, yummy was the word that came to her mind.
Oh, I have been around teenagers too much, thank you. I even start to sound like them in my head, Halfrek mused with a smile. But then, I don't think I ever could have been what he would have needed in a companion, he will be much better of once his wish will be fulfilled.
Halfrek wandered through the cemetery with a very self satisfied grin on her face. Really this is a wonderful evening. Not only get I to help one really very much abused young man, if you stress the meaning of young widely, so, even if he is not young, abused he is surely, I have been witness to more than I ever wanted to see of that kind of relationship in the past week.
And maybe it was a precedent she was creating right now, but as it had been with discovering children as customers for the services of justice demons, men could be victims of abuse, rape and homicidal violence and a lot more crimes without real retribution just as well. So, if she was the first demon to take a man up on his wish, what? It had worked out very well with the children why not with men?
But the best part of this, if her wish got D'Hoffryn's approval, as it needed because it was the very first one granted by a vengeance demon to a man, if this scenario she had been devising would come through, not only would it gift Spike with his deepest wish, it would piss off a lot of other people as well.
----------------
It had taken almost half an hour for Spike to emerge from his bed, straighten up and walk to the ladder, climbing up to the ground level of his crypt and advance to the fridge to get the precious blood that was kept there but finally he made it.
Just as he was about to settle in his chair in front of the TV to sip his blood and watch some shows or whatever his poor cable was about to feed this night, he heard sounds of fighting and struggling from right in front of his door.
'I hope they don't come crashing through the door to fight here. I don't think I can fight them tonight.'
It was not that uncommon, fightings in the cemetery tended to continue in some crypt but most times demons knew to steer clear of his crypt. It was common knowledge that a pissed of William the Bloody, and disturbing his TV time counted for pissing him of really bad, resulted in no one winning whatever conflict but in getting everyone involved seriously injured or most likely worse.
So the ongoing commotion right outside his crypt was hopefully about to move on to another part of the cemetery, or this might well be the last evening of William the Bloody on this earth, because he was in no condition to fight any demon, not even a newly risen fledge.
Right then his door opened by the impact of a body crashing against it and said body fell through the door and crumbled into a heap right where it fell. Spike raised from his chair in slow controlled movements, waiting for the other parties to move in after the body but they never came.
Door was still open but everything was quiet again in the near surrounding of his crypt so Spike made his slow and careful way towards the door and closed it.
"Well, seems your pursuers have given up. You can leave now."
As he turned around to the body on the floor, the smell of human blood permeated his senses. And it was not only human blood but blood that he knew quite well, not that he had ever tasted it, but the smell was one he recognized.
"Harris?" Spike asked, "Bloody hell, you should know better than to walk around at midnight in this part of town."
The body on the floor twisted slightly, shuddered as if in pain and then started to right itself up. When Xander had rightened himself, he brought his knees up to his chest and enveloped them with his arms, effectively curling himself into a small ball.
He raised his head to the vampire still standing next to the door and asked in a very small voice:
"Do you know me?"
He swallowed and the shivering that had started as soon as he had begun to get up, became even worse, so much that the teeth were soundily chattering by the time the next words came out.
"I, ... I don't know my name. I should know my name, shoudn't I? What has happened to me?"
TBC