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Part 21
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Part 21
~To: Dark Avenger
~From: Clever Childe
~Subject: I’m in HELL!!!
Bloody fucking hell, Sire! Get me the fuck out of here, yeah?
Wasn’t so bad when it was going to be me and Xan coming to London to see the Watcher, but somehow the bloody dozy cows Rupert calls Slayers found out and now…
I’m not kidding, Angel! I’m in bloody HELL!!!
The stupid bints threw us a party.
With streamers. And balloons, for fuck’s sake!
They made me play PARTY GAMES, Sire! William the Bloody pinning a sodding cardboard tail on a donkey!
And not even a REAL donkey!
Bloody hell, the chits are all over the age of fifteen! Couldn’t they have made it spin the bloody bottle or something? Wouldn’t have minded that so much since me and my Xan were the only blokes invited other than Giles.
Then again, maybe that’s why. Can’t imagine the young pets wanting to take a chance on kissing the Watcher, yeah?
Fucking hell, Angel. The only good part was that I got to dance with my bloke.
And now that I think about it, there were a bloody lot of damp knickers after that.
Surprised, aren’t you? Remember the way he used to dance at the Bronze, right?
Well, guess what, Broody. Bloke can dance well enough now to have even YOU panting for him.
Don’t know if it’s his beast or what, but he’s bloody well amazing.
We were supposed to stay at a hotel but Rupert wouldn’t let us bloody well leave last night and now I’m trapped by the fucking SUN, not to mention I haven’t been truly shagged in far too bloody long!
Don’t care what kind of strings you have to pull, Sire. Get us the bloody fuck OUT of here before one of the sodding ‘trainees’ decides I need a fucking facial!
They’re not put off even a little by my true face, more’s the pity. Hell, I’ll be lucky if they don’t want to do a separate facial for the demon! They seem to think he’s cute!
I swear, Angel… if you don’t get me and my Xan out of this bloody hellhole, I’ll…
You don’t need to know what I’ll do.
But you won’t like it!
~Spike
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~From: Dark Avenger
~To: Clever Childe
~Subject: Re: I’m in HELL!!!
Fine. I’ll get you out of there, Spike.
But you’re going to owe me.
Or maybe not. Here’s the price.
I don’t ever want to hear about you, ‘shagging’ and Xander Harris in the same sentence again.
I also don’t want to hear about how he dances, how he writhes under you, or how much you love sucking him off.
Not one single word. EVER.
Bad enough that you seem to like the boy. Just keep it to yourself, okay?
I’ll make an emergency phone call in an hour or so. Be sure you’re nearby; otherwise Giles might think you set it up.
~Angel
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~From: Clever Childe
~To: Dark Avenger
~Subject: Re: I’m in HELL!!!
Don’t ‘like’ him, Sire.
Love him.
He’s mine. And I’m his.
That’s how it is, Angel. Don’t know how or why and I don’t care.
Love him. That’s all.
And the last thing I’m going to do is clue you to how bloody brilliant it is when we…
Hey! Bloody fucking hell!
Did you have me followed to Paris, you git? Get some of your sodding useless prats to spy on us?
I’m going to fucking kill you, Sire!
If you dare to let my Xan know you had us spied on, I’ll bloody well stake you myself!
He’s stronger now than he’s ever been but that doesn’t mean YOU get to embarrass him!
Mention whatever you know even once, you tosser, and I’ll let him kill you. Or better yet, drug you senseless and shave you bald. All over! Tattoo lipstick and eyeliner on you then send you out with a bloody sandwich sign that says ‘I’m a nancy-boy, ask me how’!
Got it, ponce?
~S
* * * * *
~From: Dark Avenger
~To: Clever Childe
~Subject: I’m Scared
And the subject line says it all, Childe.
I didn’t exactly spy. I just needed to be sure you were safe with whatever Harris is these days.
Anything I might have overheard is irrelevant… and has scarred me permanently.
Now get your ass to somewhere near Giles so I can get you and your… Harris… out of there.
And did you say you love him? This IS Xander Harris we’re talking about, right? How could you possibly… you know what? Never mind. I don’t want to know. Ever!
Add it to the list of things you’ll never mention again.
~A
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~From: Clever Childe
~To: Dark Avenger
~Subject: Re: I’m Scared
Fine, you git. Maybe I’ll just mention how bloody cute you looked as a fucking puppet.
To Rupert. And the sodding Slayers.
Think I might even have a picture or two on my computer that I can upload to the bloody Watchers’ database.
Never should have let Harm bring that digital camera to work, should you, wanker?
You don’t know anything about my Xan, Sire. Might have known the boy he was but you never knew him after you ran off to L.A. Bloke grew up, changed, yeah?
And he’s changed even more now and I love him so you’ll keep your sodding yap shut about him!
He’s a good bloke, Sire, and he’s mine. I’m keeping it that way.
Now get your broad, peasanty ass in gear and make that bloody call! Need to get me and my Xan out of here before one of us—and I’m not saying which—loses patience and kills a sodding Slayer!
~S
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The call came less than an hour later. Spike would have been able to tell from the sour look on the Watcher’s face alone, even if the man hadn’t said the great brooding prat’s name.
It was a shame, the vampire thought, that they hadn’t been able to spend a bit more time with Giles. His Xan would have liked that. Still, he hadn’t been kidding when he’d written to his Sire. He and his bloke had been touch and go all day, what with the bloody bints never leaving them alone unless they were closeted with the Head Watcher and didn’t that send his mind to a frightening place.
“Spike,” Giles said, extending the phone towards him, “Angel needs a word.”
“Got a word for him, alright,” the vampire muttered, grinning at the chuckle it got him from his Xan. “A few choice ones, at that.”
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(A/N: Many, MANY thanks to TheShadowCat, chibifae (twice), RedSharpie, nulinka & Lady Gray for the reviews! You guys ROCK!
TheShadowCat: Actually, the HIV virus CAN be transmitted via saliva, blood, sexual fluids and other bodily fluids produced by the infected person. The breast milk thing came from a documentary I saw a while back which was primarily concerned with the spread of HIV and AIDS in Africa. Yes, the virus can cross the placental barrier, however a fairly large number of babies born to HIV infected mothers don't carry the virus themselves.
*gets out from behind lectern with a sheepish smile*
Anyway, hope you guys liked this part. Porn in the next-- my word on it. :D)
Part 21
~To: Dark Avenger
~From: Clever Childe
~Subject: I’m in HELL!!!
Bloody fucking hell, Sire! Get me the fuck out of here, yeah?
Wasn’t so bad when it was going to be me and Xan coming to London to see the Watcher, but somehow the bloody dozy cows Rupert calls Slayers found out and now…
I’m not kidding, Angel! I’m in bloody HELL!!!
The stupid bints threw us a party.
With streamers. And balloons, for fuck’s sake!
They made me play PARTY GAMES, Sire! William the Bloody pinning a sodding cardboard tail on a donkey!
And not even a REAL donkey!
Bloody hell, the chits are all over the age of fifteen! Couldn’t they have made it spin the bloody bottle or something? Wouldn’t have minded that so much since me and my Xan were the only blokes invited other than Giles.
Then again, maybe that’s why. Can’t imagine the young pets wanting to take a chance on kissing the Watcher, yeah?
Fucking hell, Angel. The only good part was that I got to dance with my bloke.
And now that I think about it, there were a bloody lot of damp knickers after that.
Surprised, aren’t you? Remember the way he used to dance at the Bronze, right?
Well, guess what, Broody. Bloke can dance well enough now to have even YOU panting for him.
Don’t know if it’s his beast or what, but he’s bloody well amazing.
We were supposed to stay at a hotel but Rupert wouldn’t let us bloody well leave last night and now I’m trapped by the fucking SUN, not to mention I haven’t been truly shagged in far too bloody long!
Don’t care what kind of strings you have to pull, Sire. Get us the bloody fuck OUT of here before one of the sodding ‘trainees’ decides I need a fucking facial!
They’re not put off even a little by my true face, more’s the pity. Hell, I’ll be lucky if they don’t want to do a separate facial for the demon! They seem to think he’s cute!
I swear, Angel… if you don’t get me and my Xan out of this bloody hellhole, I’ll…
You don’t need to know what I’ll do.
But you won’t like it!
~Spike
* * * * *
~From: Dark Avenger
~To: Clever Childe
~Subject: Re: I’m in HELL!!!
Fine. I’ll get you out of there, Spike.
But you’re going to owe me.
Or maybe not. Here’s the price.
I don’t ever want to hear about you, ‘shagging’ and Xander Harris in the same sentence again.
I also don’t want to hear about how he dances, how he writhes under you, or how much you love sucking him off.
Not one single word. EVER.
Bad enough that you seem to like the boy. Just keep it to yourself, okay?
I’ll make an emergency phone call in an hour or so. Be sure you’re nearby; otherwise Giles might think you set it up.
~Angel
* * * * *
~From: Clever Childe
~To: Dark Avenger
~Subject: Re: I’m in HELL!!!
Don’t ‘like’ him, Sire.
Love him.
He’s mine. And I’m his.
That’s how it is, Angel. Don’t know how or why and I don’t care.
Love him. That’s all.
And the last thing I’m going to do is clue you to how bloody brilliant it is when we…
Hey! Bloody fucking hell!
Did you have me followed to Paris, you git? Get some of your sodding useless prats to spy on us?
I’m going to fucking kill you, Sire!
If you dare to let my Xan know you had us spied on, I’ll bloody well stake you myself!
He’s stronger now than he’s ever been but that doesn’t mean YOU get to embarrass him!
Mention whatever you know even once, you tosser, and I’ll let him kill you. Or better yet, drug you senseless and shave you bald. All over! Tattoo lipstick and eyeliner on you then send you out with a bloody sandwich sign that says ‘I’m a nancy-boy, ask me how’!
Got it, ponce?
~S
* * * * *
~From: Dark Avenger
~To: Clever Childe
~Subject: I’m Scared
And the subject line says it all, Childe.
I didn’t exactly spy. I just needed to be sure you were safe with whatever Harris is these days.
Anything I might have overheard is irrelevant… and has scarred me permanently.
Now get your ass to somewhere near Giles so I can get you and your… Harris… out of there.
And did you say you love him? This IS Xander Harris we’re talking about, right? How could you possibly… you know what? Never mind. I don’t want to know. Ever!
Add it to the list of things you’ll never mention again.
~A
* * * * *
~From: Clever Childe
~To: Dark Avenger
~Subject: Re: I’m Scared
Fine, you git. Maybe I’ll just mention how bloody cute you looked as a fucking puppet.
To Rupert. And the sodding Slayers.
Think I might even have a picture or two on my computer that I can upload to the bloody Watchers’ database.
Never should have let Harm bring that digital camera to work, should you, wanker?
You don’t know anything about my Xan, Sire. Might have known the boy he was but you never knew him after you ran off to L.A. Bloke grew up, changed, yeah?
And he’s changed even more now and I love him so you’ll keep your sodding yap shut about him!
He’s a good bloke, Sire, and he’s mine. I’m keeping it that way.
Now get your broad, peasanty ass in gear and make that bloody call! Need to get me and my Xan out of here before one of us—and I’m not saying which—loses patience and kills a sodding Slayer!
~S
* * * * *
The call came less than an hour later. Spike would have been able to tell from the sour look on the Watcher’s face alone, even if the man hadn’t said the great brooding prat’s name.
It was a shame, the vampire thought, that they hadn’t been able to spend a bit more time with Giles. His Xan would have liked that. Still, he hadn’t been kidding when he’d written to his Sire. He and his bloke had been touch and go all day, what with the bloody bints never leaving them alone unless they were closeted with the Head Watcher and didn’t that send his mind to a frightening place.
“Spike,” Giles said, extending the phone towards him, “Angel needs a word.”
“Got a word for him, alright,” the vampire muttered, grinning at the chuckle it got him from his Xan. “A few choice ones, at that.”
* * * * *
(A/N: Many, MANY thanks to TheShadowCat, chibifae (twice), RedSharpie, nulinka & Lady Gray for the reviews! You guys ROCK!
TheShadowCat: Actually, the HIV virus CAN be transmitted via saliva, blood, sexual fluids and other bodily fluids produced by the infected person. The breast milk thing came from a documentary I saw a while back which was primarily concerned with the spread of HIV and AIDS in Africa. Yes, the virus can cross the placental barrier, however a fairly large number of babies born to HIV infected mothers don't carry the virus themselves.
*gets out from behind lectern with a sheepish smile*
Anyway, hope you guys liked this part. Porn in the next-- my word on it. :D)