Breaking a Slayer
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Chapter 22
Breaking a Slayer: Chapter 22
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Spoilers/Ships: This is AU. Buffy/Spike/Angel.
Distribution: Sure, just let me know.
Feedback: Is always nice.
Rating: NC-17.
Giles was exhausted. He and Buffy had stalked every cemetery within walking distance, then driven to those too far for him to reach. In response to his interrogation, he learned that Buffy usually ran there, a fact that surprised him not at all, looking at her lean, practically emaciated body. He knew that Angel had been feeding her this past month or more, but he'd not made a dent in the damage the Slayer had inflicted upon herself. Yes, she seemed this side of cadaverous, but she'd always had generous breasts, he thought, with a blush.
Buffy seemed immune to his gaze, fully focused on her prey and unconcerned with things of less import. Giles admired that focus, at the same time he was inwardly frightened by it.
A fledgling exploded from a nearby grave and Buffy whirled to face it. In seconds, it was gone, dust on the wind, and Buffy was sheathing her stake in her back pocket, unconcerned.
*When had she become so deadly?* Giles wondered. *Was this truly a recent development, or had he just become so blind, so out of touch with her that he failed to recognized the growing power of the Slayer? Certainly, it had been quite a while since he patrolled with her. But still,* he chastised himself, *I'm her Watcher, official or not! I should have seen what was happening, should have known the extent to which she was subsuming her very identity to that of the Slayer.*
It all came down to Angel, Giles realized. Whatever his purity of motive, the fact remained that by abandoning her, Angel had left Buffy to survive on her own. That she took strength from the Slayer within was hardly surprising. Especially considering what she must have perceived as his own abandonment of her, followed by that of her friends. Added to her mother's death, it was a potent mix indeed, more than enough to convince a teenaged girl that she couldn't face it on her own.
*What other chance did she have, Ripper,* he asked himself, *than to deny her feelings and allow the Slayer full reign?* It was the only way for her to survive at all. And now…now she was trapped in her pain. Too damaged to exist on her own, unwilling to rely on others, she dwelled in the Now, forsaking thought or emotion, simply reacting to threat and waiting for the next crisis.
Giles was even unsurprised that she had found relief in the embrace of not one, but two vampires. They, like her, were creatures of the night. They were predators like her. They were creatures of flesh and passion…like her. Small wonder, then, that they allowed her to express whatever feelings she allowed herself. Small wonder that she gained comfort from their bodies, however ephemeral that comfort might be. It was all she had left.
The destructive urge overwhelmed her, controlling every instinct and stealing her volition until all that remained was Slayer. She glanced up at him and he flinched back from that fell gaze.
*
Spike gazed into Angel's deep brown eyes at the first, excruciating cut into his skull. His sire gripped his hand, clutching it almost painfully hard. William welcomed the pain. He was trying, with every ounce of his being, not to cry out or admit weakness before his sire. Angelus had punished such weakness almost to the point of true death, and William had learned, early and painfully, not to give voice to his agony. But this, this was more than he'd ever thought to bear. The pain seared through his head in blinding hot waves, consuming his thoughts and wrenching at his very being.
Angel was in torment watching his boy in agony. God knows, he'd inflicted suffering on Will before; Angelus had positively reveled in the pain he could impart to his childer. But this, this was different. The surgeon was precise and unemotional, slicing away flesh and using a bone saw to cut away the very bone of Will's head. Angel shuddered in reaction, trying not to show his nausea to his childe. If Spike could take the pain, surely Angel could deal with the sight. Right?
But it was awful, watching his favored childe suffer like this at another's hands. This kind of pain had never interested Angelus…it was too deep and distracting. Maiming his childe was never his intention, for he was a lover of beauty above all things. Both Angel and Angelus yearned to possess that beauty, but not destroy it. It was in the holding of power that he gained his most heady triumph, not in destruction, though that, too, held its own pleasure.
Spike was conscious. Barely. He held to volition with tooth and nail, fighting to retain his mind through every cut, every slice that the surgeon bestowed. He began talking to his sire, unconcerned about the topic, but needing to hear the sound of his own voice…to prove, somehow…that he was still a thinking, if unbreathing, being, one who was in control of his own unlife.
"So, Peaches, how'd you meet up with this bugger?"askeasked.
"He had a problem with an associate who was able to disembody himself. It wasn't pretty, but eventually we caught all of him…." Angel knew what Spike was attempting and commended his childe on his bravery. Spike was many things, some of them quite despicable, but he was never a coward.
"So, Childe, what's the first thing you want to do once this is over?" he caught himself asking, then winced, knowing what the probably answer would be.
As always, Will surprised him. "Wanna go back to Sunnyhell and bang the Slayer," he said with a grin. "No holds barred, scream or make me scream shagging. That's the ticket," he looked up at his sire, expecting a slap, or at the very least a growl. Instead, he got an interested look.
"Mmmm, sounds like fun. As long as I'm there, too," Angel rumbled, suddenly consumed with thoughts of his mate.
Spike was surprised, but even more surprised when the surgeon ripped something out of his head with an audible sucking noise. "That's it," the surgeon exclaimed, dropping the chip into a waiting metal dish.
"You got it all?" Angel asked, concern overtaking him for his childe, who had blanched past white into translucent at the movement.
"Yes, it's all there. The rest of the synaptic connections should heal in days, hours even if you get him some fresh blood. Vampiric nervous systems heal amazingly fast," the surgeon noted, placing some bone glue on the chip he'd carved from Spike's skull before carefully fitting it back into place.
Angel watched in nauseated horror as the surgeon folded the flap of Will's scalp back over the chip he'd carved out earlier and began taking tiny sutures in the flesh. Spike wasn't moaning, so Angel knew it didn't hurt that much, but his old-fashioned soul was deeply disturbed by the entire procedure. It just wasn't right, damnit! Doctors shouldn't be allowed to cut open people…or vampires…and use them for experiments. thatthat was precisely what had happened to his childe.
Spike groaned and his long eyelashes fluttered. Angel was transfixed, watching in concern as the dark blue eyes of his childe closed.
"God, what's wrong? Spike? SPIKE? Answer me!" He cried, as the surgeon looked up in alarm. Angel was unable to waken his childe and was desperately afraid that he would never see that insolent gaze again.
To be continued.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Spoilers/Ships: This is AU. Buffy/Spike/Angel.
Distribution: Sure, just let me know.
Feedback: Is always nice.
Rating: NC-17.
Giles was exhausted. He and Buffy had stalked every cemetery within walking distance, then driven to those too far for him to reach. In response to his interrogation, he learned that Buffy usually ran there, a fact that surprised him not at all, looking at her lean, practically emaciated body. He knew that Angel had been feeding her this past month or more, but he'd not made a dent in the damage the Slayer had inflicted upon herself. Yes, she seemed this side of cadaverous, but she'd always had generous breasts, he thought, with a blush.
Buffy seemed immune to his gaze, fully focused on her prey and unconcerned with things of less import. Giles admired that focus, at the same time he was inwardly frightened by it.
A fledgling exploded from a nearby grave and Buffy whirled to face it. In seconds, it was gone, dust on the wind, and Buffy was sheathing her stake in her back pocket, unconcerned.
*When had she become so deadly?* Giles wondered. *Was this truly a recent development, or had he just become so blind, so out of touch with her that he failed to recognized the growing power of the Slayer? Certainly, it had been quite a while since he patrolled with her. But still,* he chastised himself, *I'm her Watcher, official or not! I should have seen what was happening, should have known the extent to which she was subsuming her very identity to that of the Slayer.*
It all came down to Angel, Giles realized. Whatever his purity of motive, the fact remained that by abandoning her, Angel had left Buffy to survive on her own. That she took strength from the Slayer within was hardly surprising. Especially considering what she must have perceived as his own abandonment of her, followed by that of her friends. Added to her mother's death, it was a potent mix indeed, more than enough to convince a teenaged girl that she couldn't face it on her own.
*What other chance did she have, Ripper,* he asked himself, *than to deny her feelings and allow the Slayer full reign?* It was the only way for her to survive at all. And now…now she was trapped in her pain. Too damaged to exist on her own, unwilling to rely on others, she dwelled in the Now, forsaking thought or emotion, simply reacting to threat and waiting for the next crisis.
Giles was even unsurprised that she had found relief in the embrace of not one, but two vampires. They, like her, were creatures of the night. They were predators like her. They were creatures of flesh and passion…like her. Small wonder, then, that they allowed her to express whatever feelings she allowed herself. Small wonder that she gained comfort from their bodies, however ephemeral that comfort might be. It was all she had left.
The destructive urge overwhelmed her, controlling every instinct and stealing her volition until all that remained was Slayer. She glanced up at him and he flinched back from that fell gaze.
*
Spike gazed into Angel's deep brown eyes at the first, excruciating cut into his skull. His sire gripped his hand, clutching it almost painfully hard. William welcomed the pain. He was trying, with every ounce of his being, not to cry out or admit weakness before his sire. Angelus had punished such weakness almost to the point of true death, and William had learned, early and painfully, not to give voice to his agony. But this, this was more than he'd ever thought to bear. The pain seared through his head in blinding hot waves, consuming his thoughts and wrenching at his very being.
Angel was in torment watching his boy in agony. God knows, he'd inflicted suffering on Will before; Angelus had positively reveled in the pain he could impart to his childer. But this, this was different. The surgeon was precise and unemotional, slicing away flesh and using a bone saw to cut away the very bone of Will's head. Angel shuddered in reaction, trying not to show his nausea to his childe. If Spike could take the pain, surely Angel could deal with the sight. Right?
But it was awful, watching his favored childe suffer like this at another's hands. This kind of pain had never interested Angelus…it was too deep and distracting. Maiming his childe was never his intention, for he was a lover of beauty above all things. Both Angel and Angelus yearned to possess that beauty, but not destroy it. It was in the holding of power that he gained his most heady triumph, not in destruction, though that, too, held its own pleasure.
Spike was conscious. Barely. He held to volition with tooth and nail, fighting to retain his mind through every cut, every slice that the surgeon bestowed. He began talking to his sire, unconcerned about the topic, but needing to hear the sound of his own voice…to prove, somehow…that he was still a thinking, if unbreathing, being, one who was in control of his own unlife.
"So, Peaches, how'd you meet up with this bugger?"askeasked.
"He had a problem with an associate who was able to disembody himself. It wasn't pretty, but eventually we caught all of him…." Angel knew what Spike was attempting and commended his childe on his bravery. Spike was many things, some of them quite despicable, but he was never a coward.
"So, Childe, what's the first thing you want to do once this is over?" he caught himself asking, then winced, knowing what the probably answer would be.
As always, Will surprised him. "Wanna go back to Sunnyhell and bang the Slayer," he said with a grin. "No holds barred, scream or make me scream shagging. That's the ticket," he looked up at his sire, expecting a slap, or at the very least a growl. Instead, he got an interested look.
"Mmmm, sounds like fun. As long as I'm there, too," Angel rumbled, suddenly consumed with thoughts of his mate.
Spike was surprised, but even more surprised when the surgeon ripped something out of his head with an audible sucking noise. "That's it," the surgeon exclaimed, dropping the chip into a waiting metal dish.
"You got it all?" Angel asked, concern overtaking him for his childe, who had blanched past white into translucent at the movement.
"Yes, it's all there. The rest of the synaptic connections should heal in days, hours even if you get him some fresh blood. Vampiric nervous systems heal amazingly fast," the surgeon noted, placing some bone glue on the chip he'd carved from Spike's skull before carefully fitting it back into place.
Angel watched in nauseated horror as the surgeon folded the flap of Will's scalp back over the chip he'd carved out earlier and began taking tiny sutures in the flesh. Spike wasn't moaning, so Angel knew it didn't hurt that much, but his old-fashioned soul was deeply disturbed by the entire procedure. It just wasn't right, damnit! Doctors shouldn't be allowed to cut open people…or vampires…and use them for experiments. thatthat was precisely what had happened to his childe.
Spike groaned and his long eyelashes fluttered. Angel was transfixed, watching in concern as the dark blue eyes of his childe closed.
"God, what's wrong? Spike? SPIKE? Answer me!" He cried, as the surgeon looked up in alarm. Angel was unable to waken his childe and was desperately afraid that he would never see that insolent gaze again.
To be continued.