Midnight and Roses
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Rescue Me
Title: Midnight and Roses
Author: Dayrunner
Fandom: BtVS-AU
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Arellano’s madness spells doom for Spike.
Spike’s rescuers arrive, but are they too late?
Warning: Hurt, angst, non-con sex, totally Au with vague reference to Cannon.
Disclaimer: Characters depicted herein from BtVS are not mine and I make
money. Other characters are of my own creation and all rights 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 30
Three screaming humans and one vampire were unceremoniously dumped onto their collective asses from the scintillating and howling portal. Their weapons came flying out after them, missing the foursome by mere inches as they clattered and clanged against the hard, stone floor.
Laureano, Angel, and Gunn scrambled to their feet and picked up their weapons then formed a small circle around a trembling Giles for his protection. While the humans took in their surroundings, Laureano only needed one look to know where he was.
"By the Ancient Ones!" the vampire prince marveled lightly under his breath. Laureano had known that Arellano had been banished to a nonmaterial prison, but he had no idea of how familiar it would be.
Angel, Gunn and Giles had heard Laureano’s exclamation and all looked quizzically at the vampire.
"I know this place," Laureano said reverently as his emerald eyes swept across the huge expanse of familiar stone.
"As do I," Angel whispered as a chill went down his spine.
All eyes turned to look at the big warrior in stunned silence.
"Angel? What did you just say?" Laureano asked with a touch of apprehension in his voice.
Was Angel saying what the vampire prince had hoped against hope to hear when they would arrive in this dimension? Laureano had already talked with the big demon hunter at length about the possibility of phantasmal forces in other dimensions, but he dared not hope, even as Angel had accepted and understood the dangerous implications.
Angel turned to Laureano and lightly ran the back of his hand tenderly down his cheek.
"I remember this place, my heart," Angel smiled.
Laureano’s gut clenched as he leaned into Angel’s hand, love and adoration showing in his eyes.
"Sire..." Laureano whispered reverently.
The wizard and the dark warrior had been watching the exchange between Laureano and Angel with morbid fascination. Gunn looked over at Giles with utter confusion on his face.
"What the fuck just happened here?"
"Erm... apparently..." Giles took off his glasses and began to polish them furiously with the white hanky that he had pulled out of his pocket.
"It looks as though Angel is channeling Prince Laureano’s sire, Ambrosius. He looks remarkably like the man, you know and I was wondering if something like this was possible. This place is so... alive... with magicks and power. I’m certainly not surprised..."
Gunn rolled his eyes and snorted. "That’s whack, man! And you know what? Thanks for leavin’ me outta the loop!"
"I... I *am* sorry, Charles... I thought... you... " Giles looked over at Angel and Laureano just in time to witness them exchanging blood from proffered wrists.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Nothing but joy and contentment now filled the vampire Arellano’s dead heart and empty soul. Finally, having William with him after so many years of solitude, soothed his demented mind.
William was unyielding at first, but after having fucked his only childe comatose and feasting on his blood for days, Arellano was confident that he could renew his claim to Spike with little resistance from the blond vampire.
A slow smile spread across the dark vampire’s lips as he went about collecting water with which to clean the dirt and filth off William.
Spike was slowly awakened by gentle touches on his tender skin. He keened weakly at every caress, the sting of each wound touched only added more hurt to his already broken body.
"Sshh, my little one," Arellano cooed softly. "I mean you no harm; I only want to help you."
Spike’s eyes drifted listlessly open to look at Arellano. The vampire prince was sitting on the edge of Spike’s filthy bed softly tending to his wounds, wiping them with a clean cloth dipped in warm, soapy water.
Bewilderment at Arellano’s kindness was replaced by panic and fear when Spike looked into the dark vampire’s black eyes. Staring fiercely back at him were insane eyes full of madness and pain, years of isolation finally taking their toll.
Arellano reached out to Spike and tenderly ran a long, lean finger over the blond’s chiseled cheekbones.
"So beautiful, William," he purred before leaning in to kiss Spike’s lips softly.
Spike whimpered and trembled under Arellano’s touch, not knowing what the mad vampire would do next. His demon had limited strength to resist, leaving Spike no choice but to submit.
Arellano stood up quietly and slowly removed his clothes, his wild eyes moving hungrily over Spike’s starving form. With feline grace, he climbed onto the bed and softly draped his body over the frail figure. Spike reluctantly spread his legs wide and let the dark vampire slide between them, covering him with his body.
A gentle sigh came from Arellano’s lips as he rubbed his erect cock softly against Spike’s flaccid and abused penis, making him cry out in pain.
"Sshh, my love," the dark prince hushed before he bit into his own wrist and offered it to Spike.
Spike hesitated for an instant, knowing that Arellano’s offering was his intent to reclaim him. But, Spike was dying and his demon was screaming behind his eyes to take the lifesaving liquid before it was too late.
Unfortunately, Spike knew that his demon was right; it was the only way. Closing his eyes, he moaned softly as he wrapped his lips around the wound, needing healing sires’ blood desperately.
The air around the two vampires shimmered magically as Spike suckled and the blond found himself lying on a sumptuous bed of rose petals bathed in warm sunlight.
It felt good. So very good... pulling the life saving elixir into his mouth, swallowing as much of it as Arellano would allow. Already, he could feel the power in the blood as it coursed through his shallow veins.
"Yes, my William... drink. Stay with me and be my childe... as it was intended..."
The madness of solitude had finally taken over Arellano until fantasy and reality had blurred into one. In his mind, the vampire prince would have a willing slave in William after he had formally reclaimed him as his childe.
Arellano gently moved his wrist away from Spike’s lips and replaced it with a soft kiss. With a low moan, he moved his hips down the small vampire’s body, sliding his engorged cock past Spike’s balls and into his abused and stretched opening.
Spike cried out in anguish as he was violated once again. It was too much... he could bear no more...
As pain filled tears ran down his face, Spike gritted his teeth hard and called to his demon for strength. Reaching under the ratty blanket next to him, he gingerly pulled out the sharpened piece of wood that he had been hiding there.
Arellano fucked Spike hard, oblivious to anything but the sensations of his cock driving into his childe, reclaiming him for all time. When his vampire came to the fore to claim Spike through blood, Spike also vamped.
"Do not be afraid, William..."
Spike could see the fury burning in Arellano’s eyes and it matched the fire blazing within his.
"Go to hell... Sire..." Spiked growled low in his throat then thrust the stake with all of his might into Arellano’s ribs.
Arellano reared up off of Spike and let out a blood curdling howl of pain, a look of shock on his face. He looked down in disbelief as his eyes drifted to the sharp splinter of wood protruding from the left side of his chest. He wrapped his hands around it and stared incredulously at Spike.
"William? Childe..."
~ tbc ~
Author: Dayrunner
Fandom: BtVS-AU
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Arellano’s madness spells doom for Spike.
Spike’s rescuers arrive, but are they too late?
Warning: Hurt, angst, non-con sex, totally Au with vague reference to Cannon.
Disclaimer: Characters depicted herein from BtVS are not mine and I make
money. Other characters are of my own creation and all rights 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 30
Three screaming humans and one vampire were unceremoniously dumped onto their collective asses from the scintillating and howling portal. Their weapons came flying out after them, missing the foursome by mere inches as they clattered and clanged against the hard, stone floor.
Laureano, Angel, and Gunn scrambled to their feet and picked up their weapons then formed a small circle around a trembling Giles for his protection. While the humans took in their surroundings, Laureano only needed one look to know where he was.
"By the Ancient Ones!" the vampire prince marveled lightly under his breath. Laureano had known that Arellano had been banished to a nonmaterial prison, but he had no idea of how familiar it would be.
Angel, Gunn and Giles had heard Laureano’s exclamation and all looked quizzically at the vampire.
"I know this place," Laureano said reverently as his emerald eyes swept across the huge expanse of familiar stone.
"As do I," Angel whispered as a chill went down his spine.
All eyes turned to look at the big warrior in stunned silence.
"Angel? What did you just say?" Laureano asked with a touch of apprehension in his voice.
Was Angel saying what the vampire prince had hoped against hope to hear when they would arrive in this dimension? Laureano had already talked with the big demon hunter at length about the possibility of phantasmal forces in other dimensions, but he dared not hope, even as Angel had accepted and understood the dangerous implications.
Angel turned to Laureano and lightly ran the back of his hand tenderly down his cheek.
"I remember this place, my heart," Angel smiled.
Laureano’s gut clenched as he leaned into Angel’s hand, love and adoration showing in his eyes.
"Sire..." Laureano whispered reverently.
The wizard and the dark warrior had been watching the exchange between Laureano and Angel with morbid fascination. Gunn looked over at Giles with utter confusion on his face.
"What the fuck just happened here?"
"Erm... apparently..." Giles took off his glasses and began to polish them furiously with the white hanky that he had pulled out of his pocket.
"It looks as though Angel is channeling Prince Laureano’s sire, Ambrosius. He looks remarkably like the man, you know and I was wondering if something like this was possible. This place is so... alive... with magicks and power. I’m certainly not surprised..."
Gunn rolled his eyes and snorted. "That’s whack, man! And you know what? Thanks for leavin’ me outta the loop!"
"I... I *am* sorry, Charles... I thought... you... " Giles looked over at Angel and Laureano just in time to witness them exchanging blood from proffered wrists.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Nothing but joy and contentment now filled the vampire Arellano’s dead heart and empty soul. Finally, having William with him after so many years of solitude, soothed his demented mind.
William was unyielding at first, but after having fucked his only childe comatose and feasting on his blood for days, Arellano was confident that he could renew his claim to Spike with little resistance from the blond vampire.
A slow smile spread across the dark vampire’s lips as he went about collecting water with which to clean the dirt and filth off William.
Spike was slowly awakened by gentle touches on his tender skin. He keened weakly at every caress, the sting of each wound touched only added more hurt to his already broken body.
"Sshh, my little one," Arellano cooed softly. "I mean you no harm; I only want to help you."
Spike’s eyes drifted listlessly open to look at Arellano. The vampire prince was sitting on the edge of Spike’s filthy bed softly tending to his wounds, wiping them with a clean cloth dipped in warm, soapy water.
Bewilderment at Arellano’s kindness was replaced by panic and fear when Spike looked into the dark vampire’s black eyes. Staring fiercely back at him were insane eyes full of madness and pain, years of isolation finally taking their toll.
Arellano reached out to Spike and tenderly ran a long, lean finger over the blond’s chiseled cheekbones.
"So beautiful, William," he purred before leaning in to kiss Spike’s lips softly.
Spike whimpered and trembled under Arellano’s touch, not knowing what the mad vampire would do next. His demon had limited strength to resist, leaving Spike no choice but to submit.
Arellano stood up quietly and slowly removed his clothes, his wild eyes moving hungrily over Spike’s starving form. With feline grace, he climbed onto the bed and softly draped his body over the frail figure. Spike reluctantly spread his legs wide and let the dark vampire slide between them, covering him with his body.
A gentle sigh came from Arellano’s lips as he rubbed his erect cock softly against Spike’s flaccid and abused penis, making him cry out in pain.
"Sshh, my love," the dark prince hushed before he bit into his own wrist and offered it to Spike.
Spike hesitated for an instant, knowing that Arellano’s offering was his intent to reclaim him. But, Spike was dying and his demon was screaming behind his eyes to take the lifesaving liquid before it was too late.
Unfortunately, Spike knew that his demon was right; it was the only way. Closing his eyes, he moaned softly as he wrapped his lips around the wound, needing healing sires’ blood desperately.
The air around the two vampires shimmered magically as Spike suckled and the blond found himself lying on a sumptuous bed of rose petals bathed in warm sunlight.
It felt good. So very good... pulling the life saving elixir into his mouth, swallowing as much of it as Arellano would allow. Already, he could feel the power in the blood as it coursed through his shallow veins.
"Yes, my William... drink. Stay with me and be my childe... as it was intended..."
The madness of solitude had finally taken over Arellano until fantasy and reality had blurred into one. In his mind, the vampire prince would have a willing slave in William after he had formally reclaimed him as his childe.
Arellano gently moved his wrist away from Spike’s lips and replaced it with a soft kiss. With a low moan, he moved his hips down the small vampire’s body, sliding his engorged cock past Spike’s balls and into his abused and stretched opening.
Spike cried out in anguish as he was violated once again. It was too much... he could bear no more...
As pain filled tears ran down his face, Spike gritted his teeth hard and called to his demon for strength. Reaching under the ratty blanket next to him, he gingerly pulled out the sharpened piece of wood that he had been hiding there.
Arellano fucked Spike hard, oblivious to anything but the sensations of his cock driving into his childe, reclaiming him for all time. When his vampire came to the fore to claim Spike through blood, Spike also vamped.
"Do not be afraid, William..."
Spike could see the fury burning in Arellano’s eyes and it matched the fire blazing within his.
"Go to hell... Sire..." Spiked growled low in his throat then thrust the stake with all of his might into Arellano’s ribs.
Arellano reared up off of Spike and let out a blood curdling howl of pain, a look of shock on his face. He looked down in disbelief as his eyes drifted to the sharp splinter of wood protruding from the left side of his chest. He wrapped his hands around it and stared incredulously at Spike.
"William? Childe..."
~ tbc ~