Midnight and Roses
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Grave Peril
Author: Dayrunner
Email: dayrunner145@yahoo.com
Fandom: BtVS - AU
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: FRAO
Warning: Totally AU with vague references to Cannon.
Summary: Spike’s last day at the Watcher’s Council meeting
comes to a shocking ending. Angel wonders what Laureano
knows about Spike.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no money from these characters.
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 21
Spike hated meetings and he hated politics more. Sitting next to Giles at the Watcher Council discussions and workshops this past week was killing him; that is, if he weren’t already dead.
Being a Watcher was never supposed to be in the cards for Spike, but Fate had given him Angel, his demon hunter and lover, and the blond vampire would do anything for his human.
Trying hard not to slouch in his seat too much and doing his best to smile, Spike nodded in agreement at whatever the speakers at the podium had to say. Attending this meeting about the various vampire clans scattered throughout Europe and America, speculating over how to unite them, was his last ‘official’ duty of the day.
Once concluded, Spike would have the remainder of his time to rest, then it was on to packing his luggage for his trip back to America tomorrow night. He heaved a sigh of relief to himself at the thought of going back to Sunnydale. How he hated that place on the Hellmouth, but it was home and home was where his dark Angel was.
As the last speaker droned on, Spike let his mind wander back to his gorgeous lover. His link was strong and he thanked the gods for being able to feel his beloved, but he was concerned. Last night was a blur of unexplained emotions and feelings over his blood connection with Angel and they had remained unresolved as both the vampire and the demon hunter played phone tag.
Spike had called Angel and had to leave a message on their answering machine when the phone went unanswered. Then, Angel returned Spike’s call, but due to the time difference between countries, missed him. And so it went, each frustrated, trying to connect with one another for comfort and reassurance that all was well. Bloody hell...
As Spike played with his pencil and scribbled on the tablet before him on the table, his attention was drawn to a small minion who had been lurking in the shadows of the meeting rooms for several days.
Spike had felt him since it first showed up and was keeping an eye on the little demon, watching intently as it flitted ineptly between being noticed by the master vampire and desperately trying to stay invisible.
The hair on the back of Spike’s neck prickled as his eyes followed the little figure. Giles had already had several long conversations with him earlier in the week about his hidden past and had warned him to be careful. With the vast number of demons and humans gathered together at the Watcher Estate, the air was bristling with so much unbridled magic, power and unknowns that it would be prudent to be on one’s guard.
Excusing himself quietly to Giles and the others around him, Spike decided to play the irritating lurker’s little game. He walked out of the meeting hall and into the corridor, making sure that he was being followed.
Sure enough, the small demon skittled after Spike into the hallway. In the blink of an eye, Spike was on him, throwing him hard against the mahogany paneling, one hand tightly around its scrawny neck.
"Want to tell me why you’re stalkin’ me and why I shouldn’t break your neck right here?" Spike growled.
"Please Master," it rasped. "I am only a messenger..." One gnarled hand held out a yellowed, folded parchment.
Spike eyed the note warily, then dropped the minion, who instantly fell to his knees, head bowed in reverence as he held up his offering to the blond vampire.
Curiosity got the best of him and against his better judgement, Spike snatched the paper out of the little demon’s hands. He swallowed hard and went instantly weak in the knees when, upon examination, he saw the red wax seal with an "A" stamped into it. With shaking hands, he hurriedly tore the seal open.
There was only one word written on the ancient paper in an elegant hand.
Come.
~ * ~ ~ * ~
The ride home to the apartment with Laureano in Spike’s borrowed DeSoto had been a quiet and awkward one for Angel. He was burning to ask the elegant vampire just what he had wanted to talk about, but he was extremely embarrassed by the raging hard on he had sported after just exchanging blood with him.
The intimate ritual had been deeply stimulating for the both of them and Angel was shocked and dismayed. How was he going to tell Spike that another man, another male vampire, had just turned him on, and from the looks of the bulge straining against the tight leather of Laureano’s pants, he was aroused as well.
Laureano could only smile knowingly when Angel coughed and adjusted himself, trying not to be too obvious, as he parked the car and stumbled out ungracefully.
Angel escorted Laureano into his and Spike’s apartment, throwing the keys to the door and the DeSoto into a glass bowl that was sitting on a small table in the foyer. There was still an hour or two before daybreak and Angel was anxious to find out why the powerful vampire was in Sunnydale, looking for Spike.
"Home, sweet home," Angel said casually, trying not to sound too nervous. "Can I get you something? We have... blood." It amazed him at how "normal" that sounded. ‘We have blood’ rolled off his tongue like he was telling a human that he had coffee to offer as he made his way to the kitchenette.
Laureano nodded his head slightly in acknowledgment. "Thank you... Angel. That would be most welcome."
The vampire looked around the apartment, taking in the sight of it and the smell of Angel and Spike throughout. He was pleased that William’s scent was imprinted with Angel’s and he felt more at ease, ready to talk. Placing his broadsword on the coffee table in front of the sofa, he sat down and waited for Angel to return from the kitchen, wondering where William might be.
After the microwave dinged, it didn’t take long for Angel to take out the blood and pour it into a mug for his vampire guest. He grabbed a beer from the refrigerator on his way past just for something to have in his other hand and walked into the living room. He couldn’t think about anything at the moment, except for Spike.
"Hope you like pig’s blood," Angel apologized as he handed Laureano his mug and sat down next to him. "It’s the best we can do. Sometimes Spike spices it up with..." Angel took a deep breath... "with cinnamon and tiny marshmallows..."
"Thank you," Laureano said softly as he took the proffered mug from Angel. "You love him very much, don’t you?"
"Yes... yes, I do," Angel sighed heavily as an unwanted tear rolled down his cheek. "I’ll be glad when he gets home on Sunday night..."
"And where is William, may I ask," Laureano prodded as he took a small sip from his mug and winched at the taste. He swallowed quickly, not wanting to insult Angel’s hospitality, then set the rest down in front of him on the coffee table.
"He’s in England," Angel said softly. "On... business..."
Laureano’s undead heart sank in his chest. "England?" This was totally unexpected news and the emerald-eyed vampire’s demeanor changed to one of instant urgency. He had even less time than he had thought to find Spike.
"Yeah, why?" Angel asked in confusion as Laureano gracefully got to his feet and picked up his sword, strapping it to his side.
"Do you know where to find him, brother? We must go to him with all possible haste..."
"I know where he is, but..." Angel was cut off by a strong arm guiding him toward the front door.
"What the fuck!?" Angel cursed as he struggled to twist away from the powerful vampire’s grip.
"I will tell you all you need to know, but for now, we must go..."
It was then, as he let himself be led away by the demon, that Angel finally knew... knew that Laureano was one of the ghosts from Spike’s haunted past. One of many that the blond would never talk about and Angel was afraid.
He threw open his link to Spike at full force, seeking guidance and stability from his loving vampire, but there was...
Nothing.
~ tbc ~
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Email: dayrunner145@yahoo.com
Fandom: BtVS - AU
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: FRAO
Warning: Totally AU with vague references to Cannon.
Summary: Spike’s last day at the Watcher’s Council meeting
comes to a shocking ending. Angel wonders what Laureano
knows about Spike.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no money from these characters.
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 21
Spike hated meetings and he hated politics more. Sitting next to Giles at the Watcher Council discussions and workshops this past week was killing him; that is, if he weren’t already dead.
Being a Watcher was never supposed to be in the cards for Spike, but Fate had given him Angel, his demon hunter and lover, and the blond vampire would do anything for his human.
Trying hard not to slouch in his seat too much and doing his best to smile, Spike nodded in agreement at whatever the speakers at the podium had to say. Attending this meeting about the various vampire clans scattered throughout Europe and America, speculating over how to unite them, was his last ‘official’ duty of the day.
Once concluded, Spike would have the remainder of his time to rest, then it was on to packing his luggage for his trip back to America tomorrow night. He heaved a sigh of relief to himself at the thought of going back to Sunnydale. How he hated that place on the Hellmouth, but it was home and home was where his dark Angel was.
As the last speaker droned on, Spike let his mind wander back to his gorgeous lover. His link was strong and he thanked the gods for being able to feel his beloved, but he was concerned. Last night was a blur of unexplained emotions and feelings over his blood connection with Angel and they had remained unresolved as both the vampire and the demon hunter played phone tag.
Spike had called Angel and had to leave a message on their answering machine when the phone went unanswered. Then, Angel returned Spike’s call, but due to the time difference between countries, missed him. And so it went, each frustrated, trying to connect with one another for comfort and reassurance that all was well. Bloody hell...
As Spike played with his pencil and scribbled on the tablet before him on the table, his attention was drawn to a small minion who had been lurking in the shadows of the meeting rooms for several days.
Spike had felt him since it first showed up and was keeping an eye on the little demon, watching intently as it flitted ineptly between being noticed by the master vampire and desperately trying to stay invisible.
The hair on the back of Spike’s neck prickled as his eyes followed the little figure. Giles had already had several long conversations with him earlier in the week about his hidden past and had warned him to be careful. With the vast number of demons and humans gathered together at the Watcher Estate, the air was bristling with so much unbridled magic, power and unknowns that it would be prudent to be on one’s guard.
Excusing himself quietly to Giles and the others around him, Spike decided to play the irritating lurker’s little game. He walked out of the meeting hall and into the corridor, making sure that he was being followed.
Sure enough, the small demon skittled after Spike into the hallway. In the blink of an eye, Spike was on him, throwing him hard against the mahogany paneling, one hand tightly around its scrawny neck.
"Want to tell me why you’re stalkin’ me and why I shouldn’t break your neck right here?" Spike growled.
"Please Master," it rasped. "I am only a messenger..." One gnarled hand held out a yellowed, folded parchment.
Spike eyed the note warily, then dropped the minion, who instantly fell to his knees, head bowed in reverence as he held up his offering to the blond vampire.
Curiosity got the best of him and against his better judgement, Spike snatched the paper out of the little demon’s hands. He swallowed hard and went instantly weak in the knees when, upon examination, he saw the red wax seal with an "A" stamped into it. With shaking hands, he hurriedly tore the seal open.
There was only one word written on the ancient paper in an elegant hand.
Come.
~ * ~ ~ * ~
The ride home to the apartment with Laureano in Spike’s borrowed DeSoto had been a quiet and awkward one for Angel. He was burning to ask the elegant vampire just what he had wanted to talk about, but he was extremely embarrassed by the raging hard on he had sported after just exchanging blood with him.
The intimate ritual had been deeply stimulating for the both of them and Angel was shocked and dismayed. How was he going to tell Spike that another man, another male vampire, had just turned him on, and from the looks of the bulge straining against the tight leather of Laureano’s pants, he was aroused as well.
Laureano could only smile knowingly when Angel coughed and adjusted himself, trying not to be too obvious, as he parked the car and stumbled out ungracefully.
Angel escorted Laureano into his and Spike’s apartment, throwing the keys to the door and the DeSoto into a glass bowl that was sitting on a small table in the foyer. There was still an hour or two before daybreak and Angel was anxious to find out why the powerful vampire was in Sunnydale, looking for Spike.
"Home, sweet home," Angel said casually, trying not to sound too nervous. "Can I get you something? We have... blood." It amazed him at how "normal" that sounded. ‘We have blood’ rolled off his tongue like he was telling a human that he had coffee to offer as he made his way to the kitchenette.
Laureano nodded his head slightly in acknowledgment. "Thank you... Angel. That would be most welcome."
The vampire looked around the apartment, taking in the sight of it and the smell of Angel and Spike throughout. He was pleased that William’s scent was imprinted with Angel’s and he felt more at ease, ready to talk. Placing his broadsword on the coffee table in front of the sofa, he sat down and waited for Angel to return from the kitchen, wondering where William might be.
After the microwave dinged, it didn’t take long for Angel to take out the blood and pour it into a mug for his vampire guest. He grabbed a beer from the refrigerator on his way past just for something to have in his other hand and walked into the living room. He couldn’t think about anything at the moment, except for Spike.
"Hope you like pig’s blood," Angel apologized as he handed Laureano his mug and sat down next to him. "It’s the best we can do. Sometimes Spike spices it up with..." Angel took a deep breath... "with cinnamon and tiny marshmallows..."
"Thank you," Laureano said softly as he took the proffered mug from Angel. "You love him very much, don’t you?"
"Yes... yes, I do," Angel sighed heavily as an unwanted tear rolled down his cheek. "I’ll be glad when he gets home on Sunday night..."
"And where is William, may I ask," Laureano prodded as he took a small sip from his mug and winched at the taste. He swallowed quickly, not wanting to insult Angel’s hospitality, then set the rest down in front of him on the coffee table.
"He’s in England," Angel said softly. "On... business..."
Laureano’s undead heart sank in his chest. "England?" This was totally unexpected news and the emerald-eyed vampire’s demeanor changed to one of instant urgency. He had even less time than he had thought to find Spike.
"Yeah, why?" Angel asked in confusion as Laureano gracefully got to his feet and picked up his sword, strapping it to his side.
"Do you know where to find him, brother? We must go to him with all possible haste..."
"I know where he is, but..." Angel was cut off by a strong arm guiding him toward the front door.
"What the fuck!?" Angel cursed as he struggled to twist away from the powerful vampire’s grip.
"I will tell you all you need to know, but for now, we must go..."
It was then, as he let himself be led away by the demon, that Angel finally knew... knew that Laureano was one of the ghosts from Spike’s haunted past. One of many that the blond would never talk about and Angel was afraid.
He threw open his link to Spike at full force, seeking guidance and stability from his loving vampire, but there was...
Nothing.
~ tbc ~
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