Midnight and Roses
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
40
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5,385
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2
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Currently Reading:
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Somebody Save Me
Summary: Angel finally connects with Spike.
Laureano and Angel find Spike, but are they
too late?
Warning: Toally AU with vague references to Cannon.
Disclaimer: Characters depicted herein from BtvsAtS 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 at:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/kindredspirit75
MIDNIGHT AND ROSES - CHAPTER 31
It was unsettling to Laureano and Angel that they had not encountered any opposition from Arellano’s protectors, if he had any at all, when they had arrived through the portal. It was eerily quiet. Too quiet for the vampire and the demon hunter and it had put them on edge.
Laureano had sent out feelers, sniffing the air for familiar scents and using his vampiric hearing and sight to scan the shadows for an ambush. Angel did the same, using instinct and his knowledge as a practiced warrior.
Satisfied that there was no imminent danger, Laureano and Angel had left Gunn to guard Giles while the wizard concentrated on keeping the link to the portal active. Giles knew that there would be little time to summon its opening again and he needed to be prepared.
Holding their heavy broadswords at the ready, the vampire and the human tread lightly through the rubble and ruin of a castle long forgotten in their own dimension, but remembered vividly by Laureano. Both could feel the magicks and power that crackled through the air, keeping the fortress of solitude stable and impenetrable from all but the most versed in the dark arts.
Angel had felt a closeness to Laureano that he would never have thought possible when they had exchanged blood earlier. A feeling of fealty and family had enveloped him and for an instant, he had felt a strange pull to the emerald-eyed vampire, that in another life, he had been a part of him.
Laureano was proud to have Angel by his side as they pushed deeper into the ruins of a place that he had known intimately when he was a fledgling in the House of Aurelius. Ghostlike memories had flooded his mind and threatened to overtake him when he had exchanged blood with Angel.
For an instant, the dark forces had worked against the vampire, clouding his mind with the thought that Angel was truly Ambrosius and he had almost given in to the darkness. It was only his iron will that had kept him from succumbing to the tempting and heartbreaking fantasy of being reunited with his sire. He knew that even though Angel was the spitting image of Ambrosius, that was where the similarities had ended. Angel was Angel. William’s true love and human consort.
As the pair pushed on, debris crunched under their feet, and to their amazement, there was life in this desolate place. Rats of all shapes and sizes scurried around and across their boots as they moved and it was then that Laureano had realized with disgust that they were Arellano’s only sustenance.
A bloodcurdling howl that echoed off the walls and pierced their ears suddenly brought Laureano and Angel to attention. Laureano’s vampiric hearing had pinpointed the sound and gave him chills down his spine. The feelings that were making his senses tingle became stronger and urged him toward his kin.
Angel was hit hard when the force of Spike’s link to him opened full throttle. It was the closest that he had come to knowing Spike’s feelings in all of their time together and Angel was afraid. Spike was sending his love and devotion, pain and fear to his adored human.
Beloved? Forgive...
Angel was shocked into acting and it was Angel who answered Spike’s call.
“Hold on Will! I’m coming... please.” Angel cried out, hoping against hope that Spike could hear him. Brushing aside Laureano, he sped off into the direction of the ungodly scream, refusing to believe that he might be too late.
~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~
Spike was shocked. His last chance to save himself had failed miserably, but he couldn’t understand why. His aim had been true; his days as a warrior had taught him to kill efficiently and swiftly and he knew that he had hit his mark with deadly precision when he had driven the stake into Arellano’s ribs.
“Do not believe everything that you see, William...”
For an instant, Arellano’s words had echoed inside the blond vampire’s head and he wondered if this, too, was an illusion. He had been beguiled by the dark vampire from the moment he had been brought to this place of horror and this could very well be another head game. But when he watched the vampire prince pull the splinter out of his chest with both hands, then morph into the hellbeast, he knew that this was the end.
The roar of the hellbeast filled Spike’s whole being with dread but he swore to go down fighting. Before he gave up complete control to his demon, he sent his final goodbye to Angel, along with his heartfelt sorrow and need for forgiveness.
Beloved? Forgive...
Arellano reared up off of Spike and let out a blood curdling howl of pain, an expression 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...”
A blood tinged tear rolled down Arellano’s cheek when the realization struck that Spike would never be his childe. All of his hopes and dreams had just been shattered when his William had plunged the wood that he now held in his hands into his chest.
Gingerly, the dark vampire pulled on the stake; the pain and feeling of it ripping through flesh and bone on its way out was unbearable. The protection spells that he had cast for himself were gone now, torn away when Spike had impaled him, leaving him vulnerable. Unknowing, Spike had hit his mark and it would only be a matter of time before both vampires would be dust.
As Arellano morphed into his demon, the hellbeast roared in pain, sending out its anguish in long, loud howls. Already, the delicate magicks holding the legerdemain together were starting to shimmer and shift and the beast lamented its imminent demise.
Demon Spike snarled and thrashed violently under the hellbeast, determined to go down fighting. He would make sure that William would die a warrior’s death of honor, even as he felt the vicious fangs of the monster above him tear into his throat.
The beast was enraged that the little vampire still had some fight left in him despite the torture Arellano had inflicted upon him. When Demon Spike became weaker as he was drained, the creature growled in satisfaction as it lapped at what little blood it could glean from the anemic veins.
Leathery wings were unfurled and began to undulate gently as it climbed into the air with the still desperately struggling blond vampire pressed hard against its body in what would be their final embrace.
Already, the fabric of time and place were becoming more and more unstable with a tiny vortex beginning to swirl around on the ground under Arellano and Spike. The infant whirlwind seemed to grow in intensity with every passing second, sucking all in its path into a steadily expanding black hole.
Angel’s head throbbed and his heart pounded erratically in his chest as he raced beside Laureano toward the uproar further ahead of them. He could feel Spike slipping away from him with every passing moment and failure was not an option. He had to save his vampire or die trying.
Laureano had a familial blood link to Spike, not unlike Angel’s, and he could feel Spike’s distress as well. He pushed his way forward with Angel at his side; time was of the utmost importance and it was running out fast.
Both warriors ran at breakneck speed toward Spike’s psychic imprint, swords at the ready. With Laureano’s intimate knowledge of the ruins, the duo soon found themselves in a high, olympian-sized entrance hall in the middle of the age-old rubble with its roof torn off. They skidded to a dead stop in shock and surprise, eyes fixed in horror.
Spike was in the arms of the hellbeast, dying.
~ tbc ~
Laureano and Angel find Spike, but are they
too late?
Warning: Toally AU with vague references to Cannon.
Disclaimer: Characters depicted herein from BtvsAtS 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 at:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/kindredspirit75
MIDNIGHT AND ROSES - CHAPTER 31
It was unsettling to Laureano and Angel that they had not encountered any opposition from Arellano’s protectors, if he had any at all, when they had arrived through the portal. It was eerily quiet. Too quiet for the vampire and the demon hunter and it had put them on edge.
Laureano had sent out feelers, sniffing the air for familiar scents and using his vampiric hearing and sight to scan the shadows for an ambush. Angel did the same, using instinct and his knowledge as a practiced warrior.
Satisfied that there was no imminent danger, Laureano and Angel had left Gunn to guard Giles while the wizard concentrated on keeping the link to the portal active. Giles knew that there would be little time to summon its opening again and he needed to be prepared.
Holding their heavy broadswords at the ready, the vampire and the human tread lightly through the rubble and ruin of a castle long forgotten in their own dimension, but remembered vividly by Laureano. Both could feel the magicks and power that crackled through the air, keeping the fortress of solitude stable and impenetrable from all but the most versed in the dark arts.
Angel had felt a closeness to Laureano that he would never have thought possible when they had exchanged blood earlier. A feeling of fealty and family had enveloped him and for an instant, he had felt a strange pull to the emerald-eyed vampire, that in another life, he had been a part of him.
Laureano was proud to have Angel by his side as they pushed deeper into the ruins of a place that he had known intimately when he was a fledgling in the House of Aurelius. Ghostlike memories had flooded his mind and threatened to overtake him when he had exchanged blood with Angel.
For an instant, the dark forces had worked against the vampire, clouding his mind with the thought that Angel was truly Ambrosius and he had almost given in to the darkness. It was only his iron will that had kept him from succumbing to the tempting and heartbreaking fantasy of being reunited with his sire. He knew that even though Angel was the spitting image of Ambrosius, that was where the similarities had ended. Angel was Angel. William’s true love and human consort.
As the pair pushed on, debris crunched under their feet, and to their amazement, there was life in this desolate place. Rats of all shapes and sizes scurried around and across their boots as they moved and it was then that Laureano had realized with disgust that they were Arellano’s only sustenance.
A bloodcurdling howl that echoed off the walls and pierced their ears suddenly brought Laureano and Angel to attention. Laureano’s vampiric hearing had pinpointed the sound and gave him chills down his spine. The feelings that were making his senses tingle became stronger and urged him toward his kin.
Angel was hit hard when the force of Spike’s link to him opened full throttle. It was the closest that he had come to knowing Spike’s feelings in all of their time together and Angel was afraid. Spike was sending his love and devotion, pain and fear to his adored human.
Beloved? Forgive...
Angel was shocked into acting and it was Angel who answered Spike’s call.
“Hold on Will! I’m coming... please.” Angel cried out, hoping against hope that Spike could hear him. Brushing aside Laureano, he sped off into the direction of the ungodly scream, refusing to believe that he might be too late.
~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~
Spike was shocked. His last chance to save himself had failed miserably, but he couldn’t understand why. His aim had been true; his days as a warrior had taught him to kill efficiently and swiftly and he knew that he had hit his mark with deadly precision when he had driven the stake into Arellano’s ribs.
“Do not believe everything that you see, William...”
For an instant, Arellano’s words had echoed inside the blond vampire’s head and he wondered if this, too, was an illusion. He had been beguiled by the dark vampire from the moment he had been brought to this place of horror and this could very well be another head game. But when he watched the vampire prince pull the splinter out of his chest with both hands, then morph into the hellbeast, he knew that this was the end.
The roar of the hellbeast filled Spike’s whole being with dread but he swore to go down fighting. Before he gave up complete control to his demon, he sent his final goodbye to Angel, along with his heartfelt sorrow and need for forgiveness.
Beloved? Forgive...
Arellano reared up off of Spike and let out a blood curdling howl of pain, an expression 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...”
A blood tinged tear rolled down Arellano’s cheek when the realization struck that Spike would never be his childe. All of his hopes and dreams had just been shattered when his William had plunged the wood that he now held in his hands into his chest.
Gingerly, the dark vampire pulled on the stake; the pain and feeling of it ripping through flesh and bone on its way out was unbearable. The protection spells that he had cast for himself were gone now, torn away when Spike had impaled him, leaving him vulnerable. Unknowing, Spike had hit his mark and it would only be a matter of time before both vampires would be dust.
As Arellano morphed into his demon, the hellbeast roared in pain, sending out its anguish in long, loud howls. Already, the delicate magicks holding the legerdemain together were starting to shimmer and shift and the beast lamented its imminent demise.
Demon Spike snarled and thrashed violently under the hellbeast, determined to go down fighting. He would make sure that William would die a warrior’s death of honor, even as he felt the vicious fangs of the monster above him tear into his throat.
The beast was enraged that the little vampire still had some fight left in him despite the torture Arellano had inflicted upon him. When Demon Spike became weaker as he was drained, the creature growled in satisfaction as it lapped at what little blood it could glean from the anemic veins.
Leathery wings were unfurled and began to undulate gently as it climbed into the air with the still desperately struggling blond vampire pressed hard against its body in what would be their final embrace.
Already, the fabric of time and place were becoming more and more unstable with a tiny vortex beginning to swirl around on the ground under Arellano and Spike. The infant whirlwind seemed to grow in intensity with every passing second, sucking all in its path into a steadily expanding black hole.
Angel’s head throbbed and his heart pounded erratically in his chest as he raced beside Laureano toward the uproar further ahead of them. He could feel Spike slipping away from him with every passing moment and failure was not an option. He had to save his vampire or die trying.
Laureano had a familial blood link to Spike, not unlike Angel’s, and he could feel Spike’s distress as well. He pushed his way forward with Angel at his side; time was of the utmost importance and it was running out fast.
Both warriors ran at breakneck speed toward Spike’s psychic imprint, swords at the ready. With Laureano’s intimate knowledge of the ruins, the duo soon found themselves in a high, olympian-sized entrance hall in the middle of the age-old rubble with its roof torn off. They skidded to a dead stop in shock and surprise, eyes fixed in horror.
Spike was in the arms of the hellbeast, dying.
~ tbc ~