I Will Remember You
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AtS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
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Adult +
Chapters:
4
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1,463
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Chapter 3
I WILL REMEMBER YOU - CHAPTER 3
Spike was ecstatic when Michael had given him permission to forgo his nightly duty of collecting souls so that he could spend some quiet time with Angel before he died. All too soon, Spike knew that he would be called upon to help Angel’s spark to its final reward and he was thankful that he would be the one who would carry the champion’s soul to its final destination.
There was only a whisper of wings when the blond angel floated gently down into his lost love’s tiny room at the nursing home. Moonlight spilled in through the sheer curtains on the door to the balcony, immersing everything that it touched in a soft, white light that cast eerie shadows on the walls.
Spike looked around the small room and it made him sad. There was a minimum of furniture, nothing more than a simple bed with a night stand and an uncomfortable looking chair where a visitor might sit. Angel’s battered wheelchair sat inconspiciously in a dim corner and the only decorations were the pencil sketches of Spike that Angel had drawn taped to a colorless wall. Hardly a place fit for a champion cum human, Spike thought as he sat down gently on the edge of Angel’s bed.
Angel moaned and shifted uncomfortably in his sleep. Spike sighed, then reached out and moved a thin, silver strand of hair away from the face of the frail figure. It was painful to see the once powerful vampire reduced to the living skeleton now on the bed, waiting to die, and he sighed again.
Spike was a bit startled when Angel’s body twitched involuntarily. Even though paralyzed on one side, there was still unconscious movement when the brain relaxed in slumber, trying to heal itself. Spike looked sadly at Angel and then at the wheelchair sitting in the corner and remembered his own torment, thinking it was most ironic that the tables had turned and now Angel knew exactly how he had felt back in those dark days after he had been crushed under the organ.
But, he was not here to torment Angel. Instead, he was here to ease his soulmate into accepting his just reward. As gently as he could, Spike crawled into bed behind Angel and unfolded one wing to cover them both. “Sweet dreams, my beloved,” Spike whispered as he entered Angel’s dream and took him away.
The next morning, Angel felt strangely calm and at peace. It had been a long time since he woke up refreshed from a good night’s sleep, where there were no dreams to haunt his waking hours. He was even civil to his nurse when she arrived and he welcomed the sun when he was wheeled out onto the balcony.
Angel closed his eyes and lifted his head toward the sky, letting the warmth of the morning sun shine on his face. There was a calm breeze that felt like gentle hands gliding over his skin and he sighed. The aged champion listened to the sounds of birds singing and insects buzzing on the fragrant flowers that were scattered beyond the confines of the dreary room he had left behind and he smiled.
After a few refreshing minutes of solitude, Angel opened his eyes and looked at the sky. The azure blue reminded him so much of Spike’s expressive and mischievous gaze and the wisps of white, the color of his peroxide hair. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before, when he remembered his lost love, and he felt the need to capture the moment on paper. With a little effort, Angel was able to retrieve his paper and pencil from the pocket on his wheelchair and he began to sketch with strong strokes of his good hand.
The day seemed to just fly by for some reason that was lost on Angel and he was exhausted. But, he had remembered Spike with joy in his heart during his waking hours and he was indeed proud of the drawings that he had created of his beloved. Angel smiled as he was tucked into bed for the night. He looked over at the wall where his drawings had been pinned and sighed softly before he closed his eyes and waited for sleep.
That night, Spike and Michael made love for the last time. It was slow and sweet, but both knew it couldn’t last. Tears of both joy and sorrow fell from the two angels’ eyes as they climaxed together, gently sighing their release as they held each other tight.
Michael looked sadly at Spike and took his face in both hands. “I will always love you, William,” he whispered. “I wish you could stay, be my companion forever.” Spike cupped Michael’s hands in his and sighed. “Would love to stay with you, yeah? If only...”
The older angel smiled weakly. “Do not distress yourself, my love. We both knew that this day would come.” “Yeah,” Spike’s voice cracked as he choked back a sob. Michael kissed Spike gently on the lips. “Now go, my beloved one. Claim your just reward.”
~ tbc ~
Spike was ecstatic when Michael had given him permission to forgo his nightly duty of collecting souls so that he could spend some quiet time with Angel before he died. All too soon, Spike knew that he would be called upon to help Angel’s spark to its final reward and he was thankful that he would be the one who would carry the champion’s soul to its final destination.
There was only a whisper of wings when the blond angel floated gently down into his lost love’s tiny room at the nursing home. Moonlight spilled in through the sheer curtains on the door to the balcony, immersing everything that it touched in a soft, white light that cast eerie shadows on the walls.
Spike looked around the small room and it made him sad. There was a minimum of furniture, nothing more than a simple bed with a night stand and an uncomfortable looking chair where a visitor might sit. Angel’s battered wheelchair sat inconspiciously in a dim corner and the only decorations were the pencil sketches of Spike that Angel had drawn taped to a colorless wall. Hardly a place fit for a champion cum human, Spike thought as he sat down gently on the edge of Angel’s bed.
Angel moaned and shifted uncomfortably in his sleep. Spike sighed, then reached out and moved a thin, silver strand of hair away from the face of the frail figure. It was painful to see the once powerful vampire reduced to the living skeleton now on the bed, waiting to die, and he sighed again.
Spike was a bit startled when Angel’s body twitched involuntarily. Even though paralyzed on one side, there was still unconscious movement when the brain relaxed in slumber, trying to heal itself. Spike looked sadly at Angel and then at the wheelchair sitting in the corner and remembered his own torment, thinking it was most ironic that the tables had turned and now Angel knew exactly how he had felt back in those dark days after he had been crushed under the organ.
But, he was not here to torment Angel. Instead, he was here to ease his soulmate into accepting his just reward. As gently as he could, Spike crawled into bed behind Angel and unfolded one wing to cover them both. “Sweet dreams, my beloved,” Spike whispered as he entered Angel’s dream and took him away.
The next morning, Angel felt strangely calm and at peace. It had been a long time since he woke up refreshed from a good night’s sleep, where there were no dreams to haunt his waking hours. He was even civil to his nurse when she arrived and he welcomed the sun when he was wheeled out onto the balcony.
Angel closed his eyes and lifted his head toward the sky, letting the warmth of the morning sun shine on his face. There was a calm breeze that felt like gentle hands gliding over his skin and he sighed. The aged champion listened to the sounds of birds singing and insects buzzing on the fragrant flowers that were scattered beyond the confines of the dreary room he had left behind and he smiled.
After a few refreshing minutes of solitude, Angel opened his eyes and looked at the sky. The azure blue reminded him so much of Spike’s expressive and mischievous gaze and the wisps of white, the color of his peroxide hair. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before, when he remembered his lost love, and he felt the need to capture the moment on paper. With a little effort, Angel was able to retrieve his paper and pencil from the pocket on his wheelchair and he began to sketch with strong strokes of his good hand.
The day seemed to just fly by for some reason that was lost on Angel and he was exhausted. But, he had remembered Spike with joy in his heart during his waking hours and he was indeed proud of the drawings that he had created of his beloved. Angel smiled as he was tucked into bed for the night. He looked over at the wall where his drawings had been pinned and sighed softly before he closed his eyes and waited for sleep.
That night, Spike and Michael made love for the last time. It was slow and sweet, but both knew it couldn’t last. Tears of both joy and sorrow fell from the two angels’ eyes as they climaxed together, gently sighing their release as they held each other tight.
Michael looked sadly at Spike and took his face in both hands. “I will always love you, William,” he whispered. “I wish you could stay, be my companion forever.” Spike cupped Michael’s hands in his and sighed. “Would love to stay with you, yeah? If only...”
The older angel smiled weakly. “Do not distress yourself, my love. We both knew that this day would come.” “Yeah,” Spike’s voice cracked as he choked back a sob. Michael kissed Spike gently on the lips. “Now go, my beloved one. Claim your just reward.”
~ tbc ~