Midnight and Roses
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The Quest
Chapter 29 - The Quest
Title: Midnight and Roses - Chapter 29
Author: Dayrunner
Fandom: BtVS-AU
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: R for this chapter.
Summary: Spike’s rescuers use magic to find him.
Spike makes a final attempt to save himself or die.
Warning: Angst. Descriptions of rape and abuse.
Totally AU with vague reference to Cannon.
Disclaimer: Characters depicted herein from BtVS are not mine
and I make no money. Other characters are of my own creation
and belong to me.
Feedback is always welcomed.
Previous chapters can be found in my memories at:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/kindredspirit75
MIDNIGHT AND ROSES - CHAPTER 29
Spike lay naked and shivering under a tattered, threadbare blanket, trying hard not to lose consciousness once again. The congealed blood and come... his blood and come... was slowly drying into a hardened crust on the filthy mattress he was laying on; it made him tremble even more at the knowledge that he was laying in his own filth.
Angry rainbows of reds, blues and purples surrounded the gaping bite marks that covered most of Spike’s translucent skin, oozing out little droplets of anemic blood. As Spike’s vampiric healing worked to close one wound, another would replace it. Blood and come seeped out of his abused rectum; his penis was raw and angry sores wept around his lips from being fucked numerous times by Arellano.
The blond vampire sighed softly, yearning to just drift away into nothingness forever, but his demon was howling and clawing behind his black, lifeless eyes, refusing to have his William give up.
Demon Spike was afraid. He didn’t want to die, trapped inside the weakening shell of a man who had lost all hope. Spike’s mind, body and soul were slowly slipping away, abused and broken by his true maker. The hellbeast had lured Demon Spike by thrall to surrender William to him and he had done it willingly, unable to resist.
Like an adopted child looking for validation from its birth mother, Demon Spike had ached to be recognized by Arellano even though it was William’s grandsire, Ambrosius, who had called to him when the human was still in limbo. Little did the demon know that no matter what he would do, Arellano’s demon would never accept him.
Demon Spike howled out long and loud in anguish, then determinedly scrabbled past William’s weakened defenses, clawing his way out from behind Spike’s glazed eyes. The bones in Spike’s face crunched as his vampire came to the fore and he growled low in his throat as fangs dropped and amber eyes drifted slowly open.
Spike groaned softly when the open wounds on his body scraped against the harsh wool of the ratty blanket as he tried to lift himself up. His limbs were stiff and aching from disuse and although he had tried his best, he collapsed into a pain-filled heap back down onto the bed.
Spike looked around bleakly. Gone were the opulent furnishings and the sun-drenched room Arellano had shown him... was it days or... weeks ago? The blond vampire didn’t know. There was no way to mark time in his own private hell.
“Do not believe everything you see,” Arellano had warned Spike at the beginning. The small vampire had learned the hard way that his sire’s words rang true. All was a conjuring trick used by the exiled vampire prince to lull Spike and his demon into submission.
With the help of Demon Spike’s preternatural strength, Spike strained to tamp down his pain to a bearable level and attempted again to raise himself off the bed. This time, he succeeded to stand on wobbly legs, gripping the rusted metal on the headboard for support.
Spike’s amber eyes slowly examined the darkness of his surroundings and to his surprise, could make out the gutted remains of the old castle from his time as a fledgling in the court of the vampire King Ambrosius. He laughed softly at the irony of Arellano being banished to a barren, parallel universe where he was now a prisoner himself.
The blond vampire took in an unneeded breath and set his jaw in determination. He would keep his vow to avenge his people and his grandsire, resigning himself to the fact that he would probably die in the process.
Tears welled up in Spike’s eyes as he thought of Angel for what would be the last time. He sent all his love and adoration over his link to his lover and soulmate, along with his heartfelt sorrow at not being able to say a proper goodbye. Then, he scanned the rubble for a weapon sharp enough to kill Arellano.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
High Priestess Marilyn had just finished preparing a large protection circle on the floor of the Great Hall in the Watcher mansion when Spike’s rescuers began to arrive. She smiled in acknowledgment at the men as they entered, not losing her concentration on the blond vampire’s psychic imprint within the circle.
Laureano, Angel and Gabriel strode in confidently, weapons in hand or over their shoulders. Angel and Laureano carried their heavy, ancient broadswords while Gabriel packed his own handcrafted bow and quiver full of beautiful, but deadly, arrows. In addition, all had knives and throwing stars on their persons as a last ditch defensive measure.
Giles and Wesley were the last to arrive, with Gunn bringing up the rear. The dark street warrior proudly carried his homemade battle axe on his broad shoulder while the two watchers came empty handed, much to Laureano’s chagrin.
Although able fighters when the chips were down, Giles and Wesley felt that the added distraction of carrying weapons would cause their magicks to be diluted. Wesley needed to concentrate on keeping Mistress Marilyn focused on the stability of the portal she would open and her protection spells; Giles needed his strength to bring everyone, including Spike, back safely.
When all were accounted for, Laureano took a step forward to speak. Looking at each face, he saw the power and determination in their eyes, all unafraid of what was to come.
“I am honored and proud to be in the presence of William’s most loyal and brave companions,” the vampire prince started. “What we are undertaking will not be easy as we go into the vast unknown. Just know that the outcome will be determined by our actions and the mercy of the Fates.”
Laureano looked over at Angel in time to see a shadow pass over his dark features.
“Angel? Angel, what is it, brother?”
Angel blinked blankly for a few moments before his chocolate eyes focused on Laureano.
“Will...” Angel whispered. “He’s dying...”
The vampire prince moved to stand in front of Angel. “How do you know?” he asked softly.
Angel’s voice trembled with emotion. “He touched me... I could feel Will touch me...”
The little group shifted nervously as they heard the clock in the Great Hall strike the quarter hour. Laureano put his hand on Angel’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Then, we must not fail, Angel.”
Laureano turned to the others. “You all know what needs to be done. We must not fail ourselves and we must not fail William. Is everyone ready?”
A quiet murmur and nodding of heads acknowledged the vampire prince. He looked at Mistress Marilyn expectantly.
Marilyn bowed her head and smiled serenely, then opened her arms to the group as a mother would to welcome her children.
“Join me of your own free will in this ring of protection and light,” she said softly, the air already charged with her power. Everyone entered the circle through the opening that the white Wiccan had left, then waited anxiously as she chanted and prayed, pouring matching white powder to seal it closed.
Marilyn moved to the center and waited for the humans and vampires to stand next to their assigned partner. Then the witch smiled. Already, an ethereal wind was beginning to swirl at their feet, indicating that it was almost time to raise the spell to open a portal.
“You all know what you must do...” Laureano’s voice rose over the increasing howl that was suddenly surrounding them. “May your gods and goddesses bless and protect you.”
Marilyn closed her eyes and began to chant quietly, her body rocking gently as she asked the deities of earth, wind and fire to grant safe passage to her charges. A feather for wind, clay pot for earth and a small vessel of burning oil for fire began to glow and pulsate as she chanted louder and louder.
Just as midnight began to chime on the clock in the Great Hall, Wesley moved to stand next to Marilyn and began to chant with her.
Gabriel pulled an arrow from the quiver on his back and stood at the ready as the howling vortex began to grow. Outside, and invisible to the naked eye, Laureano’s warriors and minions waited patiently for Gabriel’s word to move.
“Remember...” Laureano shouted over the din to Angel, Giles and Gunn. “We know not where we will fall or how time moves within the void, so we must stand united. No man will be left behind!”
“Damn straight,” Gunn said to no one in particular and moved closer to Giles, who seemed to be alive with excitement as he reverently mouthed the words Marilyn and Wesley were chanting.
Angel stood silently beside Laureano, sending his loving thoughts to Spike. *Don’t worry, Will... I’m coming for you... just hang on...*
Static electricity began to arc out of the maelstrom that swirled to form an opening in the fabric of time and dimension.
*“In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni!” Wesley and Marilyn commanded.
The air grew quiet, even though chaos was swirling around outside of the protection circle.
“It is time, my brothers,” Laureano said as he brought his broadsword to the ready. Angel moved next to him and did the same while Gunn stood behind Giles, gripping his axe with both hands.
Laureano nodded and after locking his emerald eyes with Gabriel one last time, he turned and plunged headfirst into the abyss.
~ tbc ~
*We enter the circle at night and are consumed by fire.*
Title: Midnight and Roses - Chapter 29
Author: Dayrunner
Fandom: BtVS-AU
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: R for this chapter.
Summary: Spike’s rescuers use magic to find him.
Spike makes a final attempt to save himself or die.
Warning: Angst. Descriptions of rape and abuse.
Totally AU with vague reference to Cannon.
Disclaimer: Characters depicted herein from BtVS are not mine
and I make no money. Other characters are of my own creation
and belong to me.
Feedback is always welcomed.
Previous chapters can be found in my memories at:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/kindredspirit75
MIDNIGHT AND ROSES - CHAPTER 29
Spike lay naked and shivering under a tattered, threadbare blanket, trying hard not to lose consciousness once again. The congealed blood and come... his blood and come... was slowly drying into a hardened crust on the filthy mattress he was laying on; it made him tremble even more at the knowledge that he was laying in his own filth.
Angry rainbows of reds, blues and purples surrounded the gaping bite marks that covered most of Spike’s translucent skin, oozing out little droplets of anemic blood. As Spike’s vampiric healing worked to close one wound, another would replace it. Blood and come seeped out of his abused rectum; his penis was raw and angry sores wept around his lips from being fucked numerous times by Arellano.
The blond vampire sighed softly, yearning to just drift away into nothingness forever, but his demon was howling and clawing behind his black, lifeless eyes, refusing to have his William give up.
Demon Spike was afraid. He didn’t want to die, trapped inside the weakening shell of a man who had lost all hope. Spike’s mind, body and soul were slowly slipping away, abused and broken by his true maker. The hellbeast had lured Demon Spike by thrall to surrender William to him and he had done it willingly, unable to resist.
Like an adopted child looking for validation from its birth mother, Demon Spike had ached to be recognized by Arellano even though it was William’s grandsire, Ambrosius, who had called to him when the human was still in limbo. Little did the demon know that no matter what he would do, Arellano’s demon would never accept him.
Demon Spike howled out long and loud in anguish, then determinedly scrabbled past William’s weakened defenses, clawing his way out from behind Spike’s glazed eyes. The bones in Spike’s face crunched as his vampire came to the fore and he growled low in his throat as fangs dropped and amber eyes drifted slowly open.
Spike groaned softly when the open wounds on his body scraped against the harsh wool of the ratty blanket as he tried to lift himself up. His limbs were stiff and aching from disuse and although he had tried his best, he collapsed into a pain-filled heap back down onto the bed.
Spike looked around bleakly. Gone were the opulent furnishings and the sun-drenched room Arellano had shown him... was it days or... weeks ago? The blond vampire didn’t know. There was no way to mark time in his own private hell.
“Do not believe everything you see,” Arellano had warned Spike at the beginning. The small vampire had learned the hard way that his sire’s words rang true. All was a conjuring trick used by the exiled vampire prince to lull Spike and his demon into submission.
With the help of Demon Spike’s preternatural strength, Spike strained to tamp down his pain to a bearable level and attempted again to raise himself off the bed. This time, he succeeded to stand on wobbly legs, gripping the rusted metal on the headboard for support.
Spike’s amber eyes slowly examined the darkness of his surroundings and to his surprise, could make out the gutted remains of the old castle from his time as a fledgling in the court of the vampire King Ambrosius. He laughed softly at the irony of Arellano being banished to a barren, parallel universe where he was now a prisoner himself.
The blond vampire took in an unneeded breath and set his jaw in determination. He would keep his vow to avenge his people and his grandsire, resigning himself to the fact that he would probably die in the process.
Tears welled up in Spike’s eyes as he thought of Angel for what would be the last time. He sent all his love and adoration over his link to his lover and soulmate, along with his heartfelt sorrow at not being able to say a proper goodbye. Then, he scanned the rubble for a weapon sharp enough to kill Arellano.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
High Priestess Marilyn had just finished preparing a large protection circle on the floor of the Great Hall in the Watcher mansion when Spike’s rescuers began to arrive. She smiled in acknowledgment at the men as they entered, not losing her concentration on the blond vampire’s psychic imprint within the circle.
Laureano, Angel and Gabriel strode in confidently, weapons in hand or over their shoulders. Angel and Laureano carried their heavy, ancient broadswords while Gabriel packed his own handcrafted bow and quiver full of beautiful, but deadly, arrows. In addition, all had knives and throwing stars on their persons as a last ditch defensive measure.
Giles and Wesley were the last to arrive, with Gunn bringing up the rear. The dark street warrior proudly carried his homemade battle axe on his broad shoulder while the two watchers came empty handed, much to Laureano’s chagrin.
Although able fighters when the chips were down, Giles and Wesley felt that the added distraction of carrying weapons would cause their magicks to be diluted. Wesley needed to concentrate on keeping Mistress Marilyn focused on the stability of the portal she would open and her protection spells; Giles needed his strength to bring everyone, including Spike, back safely.
When all were accounted for, Laureano took a step forward to speak. Looking at each face, he saw the power and determination in their eyes, all unafraid of what was to come.
“I am honored and proud to be in the presence of William’s most loyal and brave companions,” the vampire prince started. “What we are undertaking will not be easy as we go into the vast unknown. Just know that the outcome will be determined by our actions and the mercy of the Fates.”
Laureano looked over at Angel in time to see a shadow pass over his dark features.
“Angel? Angel, what is it, brother?”
Angel blinked blankly for a few moments before his chocolate eyes focused on Laureano.
“Will...” Angel whispered. “He’s dying...”
The vampire prince moved to stand in front of Angel. “How do you know?” he asked softly.
Angel’s voice trembled with emotion. “He touched me... I could feel Will touch me...”
The little group shifted nervously as they heard the clock in the Great Hall strike the quarter hour. Laureano put his hand on Angel’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Then, we must not fail, Angel.”
Laureano turned to the others. “You all know what needs to be done. We must not fail ourselves and we must not fail William. Is everyone ready?”
A quiet murmur and nodding of heads acknowledged the vampire prince. He looked at Mistress Marilyn expectantly.
Marilyn bowed her head and smiled serenely, then opened her arms to the group as a mother would to welcome her children.
“Join me of your own free will in this ring of protection and light,” she said softly, the air already charged with her power. Everyone entered the circle through the opening that the white Wiccan had left, then waited anxiously as she chanted and prayed, pouring matching white powder to seal it closed.
Marilyn moved to the center and waited for the humans and vampires to stand next to their assigned partner. Then the witch smiled. Already, an ethereal wind was beginning to swirl at their feet, indicating that it was almost time to raise the spell to open a portal.
“You all know what you must do...” Laureano’s voice rose over the increasing howl that was suddenly surrounding them. “May your gods and goddesses bless and protect you.”
Marilyn closed her eyes and began to chant quietly, her body rocking gently as she asked the deities of earth, wind and fire to grant safe passage to her charges. A feather for wind, clay pot for earth and a small vessel of burning oil for fire began to glow and pulsate as she chanted louder and louder.
Just as midnight began to chime on the clock in the Great Hall, Wesley moved to stand next to Marilyn and began to chant with her.
Gabriel pulled an arrow from the quiver on his back and stood at the ready as the howling vortex began to grow. Outside, and invisible to the naked eye, Laureano’s warriors and minions waited patiently for Gabriel’s word to move.
“Remember...” Laureano shouted over the din to Angel, Giles and Gunn. “We know not where we will fall or how time moves within the void, so we must stand united. No man will be left behind!”
“Damn straight,” Gunn said to no one in particular and moved closer to Giles, who seemed to be alive with excitement as he reverently mouthed the words Marilyn and Wesley were chanting.
Angel stood silently beside Laureano, sending his loving thoughts to Spike. *Don’t worry, Will... I’m coming for you... just hang on...*
Static electricity began to arc out of the maelstrom that swirled to form an opening in the fabric of time and dimension.
*“In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni!” Wesley and Marilyn commanded.
The air grew quiet, even though chaos was swirling around outside of the protection circle.
“It is time, my brothers,” Laureano said as he brought his broadsword to the ready. Angel moved next to him and did the same while Gunn stood behind Giles, gripping his axe with both hands.
Laureano nodded and after locking his emerald eyes with Gabriel one last time, he turned and plunged headfirst into the abyss.
~ tbc ~
*We enter the circle at night and are consumed by fire.*