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Title: Midnight and Roses - Chapter 25
Author: Dayrunner
Email: dayrunner145@yahoo.com
Fandom: BtVS-AU
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: FRAO
Warning: Totally AU with vague references to Cannon.
Summary: Angel’s link to Spike opens but can he reach out to his vampire
before it’s too late? The Hellbeast’s counterpart has Spike in his lair.
Where did it take him and why?
Disclaimer: Characters depicted herein are not mine and I make no money.
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 25
Other dimension... tripping the rift... portal... alternate universe... Spike... shift in magic... altered state... William...
The words made Angel’s head spin as all at the Council table spoke at once, offering their theories on what had happened to Spike and how to find him.
The big warrior was young and inexperienced in dealing with the intricacies of magicks, and although he could understand the need for discussion of a plan to rescue Spike, his hunter’s instinct and love for the blond vampire was screaming out for him to act. He had to do something... soon.
It had hurt Angel and was insulting that the table had passed over him as ‘just Spike’s boyfriend’ and it was getting harder and harder for him to breathe over his anger. His broad chest heaved with the exertion as he gulped air like a dying fish out of water and he felt as if he were being smothered.
**Will... Please... listen to me... help me...** Angel called out to his beautiful vampire through their link.
A sharp, pounding pain was building up behind Angel’s eyes as he reached out to Spike; a pain so excruciating, it felt as if his head would explode. He put his hands on the meeting table and with a violent push, lurched to his feet, knocking over his chair in the process. Clamping both hands over his ears and screwing his dark eyes tightly shut, the big man tried unsuccessfully to stifle the noise and pain that was assaulting all of his senses.
Suddenly, Angel felt the tiny spark in his link again and this time, he had heard Spike’s thoughts.
**Bloody Hell! Make it stop... please! Angel?... Ang?...**
“Will?!” Angel cried out into the shadows that were surrounding him before his body convulsed and he lost consciousness.
Humans, vampires, witches and demons all seemed to spring from their seats at the same time to add to the mixture of confusion in the room as they all rushed toward the fallen warrior.
Laureano and Gabriel had leapt to their feet first when they saw Angel sink, and with their vampiric speed, caught him as he slumped, gently laying him down on the floor.
Prince Laureano had been steadily watching Angel out of the corner of his eye as the Council meeting had droned on, hoping against hope that the hunter’s link to Spike would open, if only for a short time. When Angel had called out to his vampire, Laureano knew then that the link was accessible. He closed his eyes and silently thanked the Ancient Ones for their favor in answering his prayers.
“Mistress Marilyn... quickly!” the vampire prince hissed to the High Priestess as he held Angel’s head in his lap.
“The blood link... please...” Laureano urged as he looked at the Wiccan with concerned emerald eyes.
Marilyn had been silently ‘reading’ the auras of the participants at the Council table when she noticed Angel’s aura changing from an angry red to an ominous black. She rose gracefully from her seat before she had even heard Laureano’s call and was already at Angel’s side by the time they had lowered him to the floor.
“Yo! English!,” Gunn’s deep voice boomed over to Wesley, using a title the head of the Council hadn’t heard in years. “How’s about some help wit’ movin’ your home boys?” he called over the concerned and curious voices of those who had gathered around Angel and the vampires to get a better look. “Give ‘em some room to do their thang...”
“Umm... right, then. Everyone?” Wesley raised his voice. “Please... can we make way...?”
The crowd murmured unintelligent words in response but they moved enough to give Marilyn and the vampires room to attend to Angel.
The powerful Wiccan of the White Council knelt down beside Angel and waited for Gabriel to unbutton the demon hunter’s shirt and expose Spike’s claim mark on his shoulder.
Marilyn smiled gently and moved her hand to delicately touch the blond vampire’s mark before she closed her eyes. Little bursts of what looked like static electricity began to dance between her splayed fingers as she concentrated on riding the rift between Angel and Spike’s link.
*“A caelo usq ad lentrum,” the witch intoned softly as the little eruptions of static formed into a soft glow beneath her fingers.
~ * ~
Spike had lay not breathing or moving for what had seemed like hours; it had been the only way to make the pain behind his eyes more bearable. Down to a dull roar now, the hurt seemed to be ebbing away enough to let him try to think back on what was making him feel so disoriented and helpless. He needed to open his eyes.
The small vampire’s heavy lids drifted slowly open. It only took a moment or two for his vision to clear, letting him glance over his surroundings quickly.
A scream of horror flew past Spike’s lips when he saw himself fully clothed and laying on an ornate bed that was bathed in bright, white sunlight. Panic stricken, he scrambled off what could very well be his funeral pyre, beating his hands against invisible flames on himself as he fell to the floor.
Scrabbling crab-like into the shadows, Spike folded into himself, trying to put as much distance as he could between his body and the dreaded burning rays. He sat in a darkened corner breathing hard, his chest heaving with unnecessary breaths, when he heard it.
“Oh, William...” a silky baritone voice chuckled lightly from across the enormous room.
Spike’s head snapped sharply toward the familiar but aged sound. He raised a hand up to his azure eyes and squinted questioningly into the blinding sunshine enveloping the room, searching. Why was it so fucking bright and why hadn't he burst into flames by now?
Dark pupils contracted to mere pinpoints from the light as the blond vampire scanned over the elegant furniture that decorated the huge bedchamber. His gaze traveled along immense walls adorned with ancient tapestries, past lightly curtained windows that did nothing to hide the blazing sun, to focus on... him.
“Hello, my sweet boy,” the vampire Arellano purred from the sunlit doorway he was so elegantly leaning against, arms crossed over his chest nonchalantly. “Finally... we meet again.”
A strangled gasp came out of Spike’s mouth.
Long ago, when Spike was William, he had sworn to the Ancient Ones that he would track down and kill Arellano for turning him into a vampire against his will. When the exiled demon had returned to their small kingdom and murdered his own father, the vampire King Aurelius Ambrosius, for the throne, Spike’s mission became twofold when he vowed to avenge his grandsire.
Spike swallowed hard as the realization dawned on him that, after over one hundred years, the moment that he had played out over and over again in his head was now a horrifying reality. The blond vampire slowly pushed himself up to his feet, using the wall at his back as leverage for his rubbery legs.
“You... You’re the one who brought me here...” Spike whispered harshly as the bitter memory of the hellbeast was thrown at him by his purring demon. One of his hands slid unconsciously down to his crotch where the uncomfortable, cardboard feeling of dried cum on his jeans, paid testament.
Arellano cocked his head and smiled benevolently at Spike, opening his arms to his dumbstruck childe.
“Come to me, William...”
~ tbc ~
*From the sky to the center of the earth*
Author: Dayrunner
Email: dayrunner145@yahoo.com
Fandom: BtVS-AU
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: FRAO
Warning: Totally AU with vague references to Cannon.
Summary: Angel’s link to Spike opens but can he reach out to his vampire
before it’s too late? The Hellbeast’s counterpart has Spike in his lair.
Where did it take him and why?
Disclaimer: Characters depicted herein are not mine and I make no money.
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 25
Other dimension... tripping the rift... portal... alternate universe... Spike... shift in magic... altered state... William...
The words made Angel’s head spin as all at the Council table spoke at once, offering their theories on what had happened to Spike and how to find him.
The big warrior was young and inexperienced in dealing with the intricacies of magicks, and although he could understand the need for discussion of a plan to rescue Spike, his hunter’s instinct and love for the blond vampire was screaming out for him to act. He had to do something... soon.
It had hurt Angel and was insulting that the table had passed over him as ‘just Spike’s boyfriend’ and it was getting harder and harder for him to breathe over his anger. His broad chest heaved with the exertion as he gulped air like a dying fish out of water and he felt as if he were being smothered.
**Will... Please... listen to me... help me...** Angel called out to his beautiful vampire through their link.
A sharp, pounding pain was building up behind Angel’s eyes as he reached out to Spike; a pain so excruciating, it felt as if his head would explode. He put his hands on the meeting table and with a violent push, lurched to his feet, knocking over his chair in the process. Clamping both hands over his ears and screwing his dark eyes tightly shut, the big man tried unsuccessfully to stifle the noise and pain that was assaulting all of his senses.
Suddenly, Angel felt the tiny spark in his link again and this time, he had heard Spike’s thoughts.
**Bloody Hell! Make it stop... please! Angel?... Ang?...**
“Will?!” Angel cried out into the shadows that were surrounding him before his body convulsed and he lost consciousness.
Humans, vampires, witches and demons all seemed to spring from their seats at the same time to add to the mixture of confusion in the room as they all rushed toward the fallen warrior.
Laureano and Gabriel had leapt to their feet first when they saw Angel sink, and with their vampiric speed, caught him as he slumped, gently laying him down on the floor.
Prince Laureano had been steadily watching Angel out of the corner of his eye as the Council meeting had droned on, hoping against hope that the hunter’s link to Spike would open, if only for a short time. When Angel had called out to his vampire, Laureano knew then that the link was accessible. He closed his eyes and silently thanked the Ancient Ones for their favor in answering his prayers.
“Mistress Marilyn... quickly!” the vampire prince hissed to the High Priestess as he held Angel’s head in his lap.
“The blood link... please...” Laureano urged as he looked at the Wiccan with concerned emerald eyes.
Marilyn had been silently ‘reading’ the auras of the participants at the Council table when she noticed Angel’s aura changing from an angry red to an ominous black. She rose gracefully from her seat before she had even heard Laureano’s call and was already at Angel’s side by the time they had lowered him to the floor.
“Yo! English!,” Gunn’s deep voice boomed over to Wesley, using a title the head of the Council hadn’t heard in years. “How’s about some help wit’ movin’ your home boys?” he called over the concerned and curious voices of those who had gathered around Angel and the vampires to get a better look. “Give ‘em some room to do their thang...”
“Umm... right, then. Everyone?” Wesley raised his voice. “Please... can we make way...?”
The crowd murmured unintelligent words in response but they moved enough to give Marilyn and the vampires room to attend to Angel.
The powerful Wiccan of the White Council knelt down beside Angel and waited for Gabriel to unbutton the demon hunter’s shirt and expose Spike’s claim mark on his shoulder.
Marilyn smiled gently and moved her hand to delicately touch the blond vampire’s mark before she closed her eyes. Little bursts of what looked like static electricity began to dance between her splayed fingers as she concentrated on riding the rift between Angel and Spike’s link.
*“A caelo usq ad lentrum,” the witch intoned softly as the little eruptions of static formed into a soft glow beneath her fingers.
~ * ~
Spike had lay not breathing or moving for what had seemed like hours; it had been the only way to make the pain behind his eyes more bearable. Down to a dull roar now, the hurt seemed to be ebbing away enough to let him try to think back on what was making him feel so disoriented and helpless. He needed to open his eyes.
The small vampire’s heavy lids drifted slowly open. It only took a moment or two for his vision to clear, letting him glance over his surroundings quickly.
A scream of horror flew past Spike’s lips when he saw himself fully clothed and laying on an ornate bed that was bathed in bright, white sunlight. Panic stricken, he scrambled off what could very well be his funeral pyre, beating his hands against invisible flames on himself as he fell to the floor.
Scrabbling crab-like into the shadows, Spike folded into himself, trying to put as much distance as he could between his body and the dreaded burning rays. He sat in a darkened corner breathing hard, his chest heaving with unnecessary breaths, when he heard it.
“Oh, William...” a silky baritone voice chuckled lightly from across the enormous room.
Spike’s head snapped sharply toward the familiar but aged sound. He raised a hand up to his azure eyes and squinted questioningly into the blinding sunshine enveloping the room, searching. Why was it so fucking bright and why hadn't he burst into flames by now?
Dark pupils contracted to mere pinpoints from the light as the blond vampire scanned over the elegant furniture that decorated the huge bedchamber. His gaze traveled along immense walls adorned with ancient tapestries, past lightly curtained windows that did nothing to hide the blazing sun, to focus on... him.
“Hello, my sweet boy,” the vampire Arellano purred from the sunlit doorway he was so elegantly leaning against, arms crossed over his chest nonchalantly. “Finally... we meet again.”
A strangled gasp came out of Spike’s mouth.
Long ago, when Spike was William, he had sworn to the Ancient Ones that he would track down and kill Arellano for turning him into a vampire against his will. When the exiled demon had returned to their small kingdom and murdered his own father, the vampire King Aurelius Ambrosius, for the throne, Spike’s mission became twofold when he vowed to avenge his grandsire.
Spike swallowed hard as the realization dawned on him that, after over one hundred years, the moment that he had played out over and over again in his head was now a horrifying reality. The blond vampire slowly pushed himself up to his feet, using the wall at his back as leverage for his rubbery legs.
“You... You’re the one who brought me here...” Spike whispered harshly as the bitter memory of the hellbeast was thrown at him by his purring demon. One of his hands slid unconsciously down to his crotch where the uncomfortable, cardboard feeling of dried cum on his jeans, paid testament.
Arellano cocked his head and smiled benevolently at Spike, opening his arms to his dumbstruck childe.
“Come to me, William...”
~ tbc ~
*From the sky to the center of the earth*