Midnight and Roses
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40
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Author: Dayrunner aka Kindredspirit75
Email: Dayrunner145@yahoo.com
Fandom: BtVS - AU
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: FRAO
Warning: Totally AU with vague references to Cannon.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine and I make no money. This is for entertainment only.
Feedback is always welcomed.
Previous chapters can be found here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/kindredspirit75
MIDNIGHT AND ROSES - CHAPTER 22
Angel slouched limply in the back seat of the luxurious Lincoln Town car next to the vampire Laureano as they made their way to the small air strip on the outskirts of Sunnydale.
As fitting to Laureano's status in the Aurelius vampire clan, Spike's brother in blood had unlimited resources and countless minions to do his bidding.
Before he had ushered Angel out of his apartment to go after Spike, a call on the vampire's cell phone had the car waiting outside by the time they had descended the stairs. Now, they were on their way to the Aurelius private jet for a flight to England.
Tears ran softly down the demon hunter's cheeks as he rested his head against the necromanced windows, blank eyes looking at nothing in particular. Once every so often, Angel's chest would heave and a mournful sigh would slip past his lips.
He half listened as Laureano told him bits and pieces about his lover's past, things that made him wonder how much more his blond vampire had hidden away.
"It will be very dangerous, Angel, and I swear to protect with my life what is mine. Can you accept that, brother?"
"Angel?" The soft leather on the car's seat squeaked lightly when Laureano leaned over to gently touch the big man's thigh when he didn't answer.
"Angel? Please... I know most of what I have told you is a shock, but you must be focused."
"William needs us... needs... you... most of all."
"Right..." Angel murmured without looking at Laureano.
The response that Angel had given the powerful vampire was not one that he had expected, but Laureano decided to let Angel brood until they got onto the plane.
**********
There was only one word written on the ancient paper in an elegant hand.
Come.
Spike trembled with pure, uncontrolled rage. The muscles in his face twitched hard and his chest heaved with heavy, unneeded breaths as he tried to restrain the screaming and howling demon inside him from going feral with its need for instant revenge.
It would seem that with this note, his search for Arellano, the one who had turned him into a vampire many years ago and then abandoned him, the one who had murdered his grandsire by exsanguination, was over.
Let the games begin, Spike thought as he crumbled the note in his hands and threw it down in front of the quaking minion at his feet.
When it saw the wild look in the vampire’s eyes, the little demon gave a tiny squeak and tried desperately to become invisible by folding itself up against the woodwork.
Spike reached down and grabbed the frail figure by its throat and raised it up in front of his face so he could look into its eyes.
"Where the fuck is he!!?” Spike roared as he tightened his grip on the gasping little messenger and began to throttle him.
The whimpering form in Spike's hands gagged and gurgled and kicked its legs in a feeble attempt to escape.
“Tell me, or I’ll snap you like a fuckin’ twig!” Spike hissed through clenched teeth and squeezed his hand around the skinny neck a little tighter.
Shakily, the minion raised a gnarled finger and pointed to the mahogany doors at the end of the hall that led to the outside courtyard.
"There..." it rasped.
Satisfied with the answer that he had received, Spike let the tiny demon drop to the floor harshly and smirked as he watched it scrabble away.
Then, with a ferocious growl that barreled up from deep within his chest, the blond vampire shook his head into game face and let his own demon claw its way to the surface; the bones in his face crunched into ridges, his fangs dropped and his eyes burned amber as he transformed.
When Demon Spike emerged, he threw his head back and howled, long and loud, letting decades of pain and anguish that had been carefully locked away, spill out from deep within his gut. Revenge was so sweet and he could almost taste it.
In the meeting room across from where Spike stood howling, Giles' head snapped up and his heart sank in his chest when he realized that he hadn’t even noticed that the blond vampire had not returned to his seat next to him at the table. The watcher was being bumped repeatedly by people scurrying past him as he tried to desperately rise from his chair to collect Spike, not knowing it was the blond vampire who was causing all the panic.
When his colleagues had heard the ungodly sounds coming from the hallway, demons and humans alike jumped to their feet, their voices morphing into a loud buzzing sound into the crackling air. They rushed en mass, with Giles following frantically, into the corridor, only to see Spike's back, his leather duster flowing out from his body like a pair of black wings as he charged toward the front door.
Gut wrenching panic started to fill Giles' stomach and roiled up into his throat as he was being pushed along with the crowd. He tried to keep his eyes on Spike, but the vampire was moving too fast. Now, his unconcern for Spike’s safety on this, their last day in England, had been his undoing and it was too late to warn the blond demon.
If there was still enough time, Giles thought, he might nevertheless be able to help Spike.
"Spike! For god's sake... Noooo..." Giles screamed out when he had caught sight of the fleeing vampire.
Demon Spike charged down the corridor at full speed, chest out, back bowed, feet flying so fast, they never seemed to hit the ground as he ran on pure adrenalin.
Suddenly, with a growl of frustration, he skidded to a stop just short of the front entrance and stood there, stock still.
With a deafening roar and a thunderous explosion, the heavy double doors blew open and a cloud of windswept debris barreled down the corridor and slammed hard into the stunned crowd of humans and demons.
The force was so violent that smaller bodies were lifted from their feet and hurled askew like puppets on a string, their cries of pain and horror mixing into the symphony of sounds around them.
Lifting his hand against it, Giles put his arm across his face and squinted into the darkness swirling about Spike.
"Spike!" the watcher screamed at the top of his lungs, but his voice was sucked from his throat and fell on deaf ears.
Demon Spike scrambled outside and looked expectantly into the blackened sky. With outstretched arms, he began to twirl round and round in excitement, like a whirling dervish, eyes fixated on something only he could see beyond the swirling clouds.
"Yesss..." Demon Spike laughed maniacally as he spun around and waited for the maelstrom of blackness to begin moving apart.
Suddenly, the sound of large, leathery wings cut through the heavy air, an ungodly shriek precipitating the arrival of the hellbeast. A dragon-like demon in the shape of a man, with burning amber eyes and a wide, fanged grin emerged.
"Father..." the blond vampire whispered reverently in thrall as the song of Sire's blood called out to him.
The thing hovered over Spike, wings flapping slowly as the beast warily eyed its childe. Its nostrils flared as it took in the small vampire's scent, tilting its head as if savoring the smell of something familiar almost forgotten.
Spike stood with his arms outstretched to the demon like a lost child, begging it to recognize him.
"Please, Sire... I am your William... please. Do not abandon me again...” he cried softly in anguish.
The thing seemed pleased to hear Demon Spike's pleas and gave a ferocious roar of satisfaction before it swooped down and reached under the small vampire's arms and lifted him up, pressing him tightly to its chest.
It hovered in the air for just a few brief seconds with Spike snuggled in its sinewy arms, daring anyone to interfere.
Then, it gave a triumphant, all-powerful roar before gracefully undulating its mighty wings, turning into the heavy, roiling clouds to disappear with Spike.
"My god..." Giles whispered as he fell to his knees, deep in shock at what he had just seen.
"I... I’m sorry, Spike... so sorry...”
~ tbc ~
Email: Dayrunner145@yahoo.com
Fandom: BtVS - AU
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: FRAO
Warning: Totally AU with vague references to Cannon.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine and I make no money. This is for entertainment only.
Feedback is always welcomed.
Previous chapters can be found here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/kindredspirit75
MIDNIGHT AND ROSES - CHAPTER 22
Angel slouched limply in the back seat of the luxurious Lincoln Town car next to the vampire Laureano as they made their way to the small air strip on the outskirts of Sunnydale.
As fitting to Laureano's status in the Aurelius vampire clan, Spike's brother in blood had unlimited resources and countless minions to do his bidding.
Before he had ushered Angel out of his apartment to go after Spike, a call on the vampire's cell phone had the car waiting outside by the time they had descended the stairs. Now, they were on their way to the Aurelius private jet for a flight to England.
Tears ran softly down the demon hunter's cheeks as he rested his head against the necromanced windows, blank eyes looking at nothing in particular. Once every so often, Angel's chest would heave and a mournful sigh would slip past his lips.
He half listened as Laureano told him bits and pieces about his lover's past, things that made him wonder how much more his blond vampire had hidden away.
"It will be very dangerous, Angel, and I swear to protect with my life what is mine. Can you accept that, brother?"
"Angel?" The soft leather on the car's seat squeaked lightly when Laureano leaned over to gently touch the big man's thigh when he didn't answer.
"Angel? Please... I know most of what I have told you is a shock, but you must be focused."
"William needs us... needs... you... most of all."
"Right..." Angel murmured without looking at Laureano.
The response that Angel had given the powerful vampire was not one that he had expected, but Laureano decided to let Angel brood until they got onto the plane.
**********
There was only one word written on the ancient paper in an elegant hand.
Come.
Spike trembled with pure, uncontrolled rage. The muscles in his face twitched hard and his chest heaved with heavy, unneeded breaths as he tried to restrain the screaming and howling demon inside him from going feral with its need for instant revenge.
It would seem that with this note, his search for Arellano, the one who had turned him into a vampire many years ago and then abandoned him, the one who had murdered his grandsire by exsanguination, was over.
Let the games begin, Spike thought as he crumbled the note in his hands and threw it down in front of the quaking minion at his feet.
When it saw the wild look in the vampire’s eyes, the little demon gave a tiny squeak and tried desperately to become invisible by folding itself up against the woodwork.
Spike reached down and grabbed the frail figure by its throat and raised it up in front of his face so he could look into its eyes.
"Where the fuck is he!!?” Spike roared as he tightened his grip on the gasping little messenger and began to throttle him.
The whimpering form in Spike's hands gagged and gurgled and kicked its legs in a feeble attempt to escape.
“Tell me, or I’ll snap you like a fuckin’ twig!” Spike hissed through clenched teeth and squeezed his hand around the skinny neck a little tighter.
Shakily, the minion raised a gnarled finger and pointed to the mahogany doors at the end of the hall that led to the outside courtyard.
"There..." it rasped.
Satisfied with the answer that he had received, Spike let the tiny demon drop to the floor harshly and smirked as he watched it scrabble away.
Then, with a ferocious growl that barreled up from deep within his chest, the blond vampire shook his head into game face and let his own demon claw its way to the surface; the bones in his face crunched into ridges, his fangs dropped and his eyes burned amber as he transformed.
When Demon Spike emerged, he threw his head back and howled, long and loud, letting decades of pain and anguish that had been carefully locked away, spill out from deep within his gut. Revenge was so sweet and he could almost taste it.
In the meeting room across from where Spike stood howling, Giles' head snapped up and his heart sank in his chest when he realized that he hadn’t even noticed that the blond vampire had not returned to his seat next to him at the table. The watcher was being bumped repeatedly by people scurrying past him as he tried to desperately rise from his chair to collect Spike, not knowing it was the blond vampire who was causing all the panic.
When his colleagues had heard the ungodly sounds coming from the hallway, demons and humans alike jumped to their feet, their voices morphing into a loud buzzing sound into the crackling air. They rushed en mass, with Giles following frantically, into the corridor, only to see Spike's back, his leather duster flowing out from his body like a pair of black wings as he charged toward the front door.
Gut wrenching panic started to fill Giles' stomach and roiled up into his throat as he was being pushed along with the crowd. He tried to keep his eyes on Spike, but the vampire was moving too fast. Now, his unconcern for Spike’s safety on this, their last day in England, had been his undoing and it was too late to warn the blond demon.
If there was still enough time, Giles thought, he might nevertheless be able to help Spike.
"Spike! For god's sake... Noooo..." Giles screamed out when he had caught sight of the fleeing vampire.
Demon Spike charged down the corridor at full speed, chest out, back bowed, feet flying so fast, they never seemed to hit the ground as he ran on pure adrenalin.
Suddenly, with a growl of frustration, he skidded to a stop just short of the front entrance and stood there, stock still.
With a deafening roar and a thunderous explosion, the heavy double doors blew open and a cloud of windswept debris barreled down the corridor and slammed hard into the stunned crowd of humans and demons.
The force was so violent that smaller bodies were lifted from their feet and hurled askew like puppets on a string, their cries of pain and horror mixing into the symphony of sounds around them.
Lifting his hand against it, Giles put his arm across his face and squinted into the darkness swirling about Spike.
"Spike!" the watcher screamed at the top of his lungs, but his voice was sucked from his throat and fell on deaf ears.
Demon Spike scrambled outside and looked expectantly into the blackened sky. With outstretched arms, he began to twirl round and round in excitement, like a whirling dervish, eyes fixated on something only he could see beyond the swirling clouds.
"Yesss..." Demon Spike laughed maniacally as he spun around and waited for the maelstrom of blackness to begin moving apart.
Suddenly, the sound of large, leathery wings cut through the heavy air, an ungodly shriek precipitating the arrival of the hellbeast. A dragon-like demon in the shape of a man, with burning amber eyes and a wide, fanged grin emerged.
"Father..." the blond vampire whispered reverently in thrall as the song of Sire's blood called out to him.
The thing hovered over Spike, wings flapping slowly as the beast warily eyed its childe. Its nostrils flared as it took in the small vampire's scent, tilting its head as if savoring the smell of something familiar almost forgotten.
Spike stood with his arms outstretched to the demon like a lost child, begging it to recognize him.
"Please, Sire... I am your William... please. Do not abandon me again...” he cried softly in anguish.
The thing seemed pleased to hear Demon Spike's pleas and gave a ferocious roar of satisfaction before it swooped down and reached under the small vampire's arms and lifted him up, pressing him tightly to its chest.
It hovered in the air for just a few brief seconds with Spike snuggled in its sinewy arms, daring anyone to interfere.
Then, it gave a triumphant, all-powerful roar before gracefully undulating its mighty wings, turning into the heavy, roiling clouds to disappear with Spike.
"My god..." Giles whispered as he fell to his knees, deep in shock at what he had just seen.
"I... I’m sorry, Spike... so sorry...”
~ tbc ~