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Chapter 93
Deja Vu
Pairing: Angel/Spike Fred/Wesley
Rating: NC17
Author: Jane Alexander
Disclaimer: No infringement of copyright is intended. The characters belong to Joss. I’m just borrowing them. I’ll try and return them undamaged, honest!
Document version: 28 January 2005
Feedback: janealexanderxxx@hotmail.com
Archived at: http://www.foreverfandom.net/viewstory.php?sid=4394
This story is AU and is a sequel to The Guy in Question.
Warning: includes character death.
Chapter 93
The village feast - evening the same day
**************
“Mmm, this roast is excellent,” Wesley said as he helped himself to another slice of meat from the platter in front of him.
Many of the villagers had already left for their homes having apparently sated their appetites long ago. Their table was deserted apart from the four of them.
“It has a flavour something like venison with a texture similar to Welsh lamb,” he added, swallowing another mouthful. “Both tender and delicious…”
“I’m glad you like it,” Fred replied. “They’re difficult to catch and few in number so we save the klack for special occasions.”
Wesley hesitated.
“Was there enough for everyone?” he asked. “I wouldn’t want to…”
“You go ahead and tuck in, Wes,” Lorne said. “There’s plenty to go around. Don’t worry, Sweetie, you’re not depriving anyone else.”
“Thank goodness.”
He’d thought for one awful moment the villagers had left early because their dishes were empty. He’d hate to have discovered they were giving up their own food for his benefit.
“Pass me that rare bit on the edge of the plate, will you, Pet?” he heard Spike say.
Wesley duly obliged, although why Spike chose to eat at all had always been a mystery to him.
“I thought the Cup of Champions would be more to your taste,” Wesley said.
“Nah,” Spike said. “That’s more the Poof’s gig than mine. Let him enjoy it while he can.”
Wesley glanced across to the dais where Angel was now on his feet, surrounded by children ranging in age from about seven to fourteen. Two adults stood a few feet away watching the scene. They all appeared enraptured by Angel’s tall tales.
“He certainly seems to be in his element,” Wesley said, stabbing another piece of meat with his knife.
“Quite the Hans Christian Tarantino, by all accounts,” Lorne said, hesitating before adding, “Does anyone else have a strange sense of deja vu?”
Wesley laughed, remembering what Lorne had told him of Angel’s encounter with the village children on their original visit to Pylea.
“I hope he’s not gonna give them bleedin’ kids nightmares,” Spike said.
He’d evidently heard the story too.
“Maybe I’d better go over there and see what he’s telling ’em,” he continued.
Spike stood up.
“Excuse me, Luv,” he said, nodding in Fred’s direction. “I better make sure he don’t get too carried away…”
Wesley watched Spike head over to Angel.
“Wasn’t that sweet of him?” Fred said. “Worrying about the children. I would never have imagined a vampire could be so thoughtful, even if he does have a soul.”
Damn! Wesley could have kicked himself for not thinking of checking on the children himself.
Lorne laughed.
“I think he has an ulterior motive, Poppet.”
Wesley tore his eyes away from Fred’s face and smiled as he saw Spike climb onto the dais to stand beside Angel. Lorne was doubtless correct.
“I don’t understand,” Fred said, obviously confused by the situation.
Hadn’t Lorne told her about Angel and Spike?
“He misses Angel’s company,” Wesley explained.
“Oh,” Fred said. “Oh, I see. Yes, of course.”
“However, it’s getting late,” Lorne said. “Why don’t I go round up the children and see they get home safely? I’ll catch up with you later, Darlings.”
At last, he had Fred all to himself…
****************
“Did you tell ’em about that time in Budapest, Luv?” Spike asked, steeping up onto the dais beside Angel. “You know, when we fought that Gravlar beast…”
“Gravlar?” Angel said, frowning.
Spike winked at him.
“Nasty bugger. Purple hide, seven inch claws, bad breath…”
“I thought that was in Bucharest,” Angel said after a moment’s contemplation.
“Nah, I’m sure it was Budapest. We took the girls to that castle. Remember?”
“Oh, tell us, Uncle Angel. Tell us…” one of the children yelled.
“Uncle?”
Angel shrugged.
“Did you cut its head off?” another of the children asked.
“Spike killed it,” Angel said, “with his bare hands.”
“Ooooo!”
Spike suddenly found all eyes were on him. Shit!
“Er…” he began.
Fuck! He didn’t know anything about story telling.
“Help me out here, Pet,” he pleaded, turning toward Angel.
Angel was grinning.
“It was your idea,” Angel said. “You’re on your own with this one.”
“Well, you see,” Spike began, “Uncle Angel and I were on our way to a ball… a dance…”
“Everyone knows boys don’t dance…” the red-haired boy at the front said.
Bugger!
“No, of course not,” Spike said. “The girls we were with were going to dance. We were going to watch…”
“Were they your concubines?” an older boy asked.
“In a manner of speaking,” Spike said.
Bloody Hell! What had he gotten himself into.
“What’s a concubine?” the red-haired boy asked.
“That’s what I want to be when I grow up,” a young blonde girl standing beside the older boy said. “Mother says they have all the fun…”
She looked like a pint-sized Buffy.
Spike took a deep breath before continuing.
“Anyway, this Gravlar beast leaped out at us and made a grab for one of the girls…”
“How big was it?” the red-haired boy asked.
“What did it look like?” the little girl said.
“Huge,” Spike said, gesturing with his hands. “The biggest demon you’ve ever seen…”
“Bigger than a Drokken?”
“Much bigger…”
“Bigger than the Mogfan?”
“Nothing’s bigger than the Mogfan,” the older boy sneered.
“As big as the Mogfan,” Spike declared.
The children gasped.
He had their attention now all right.
“Uncle Angel pulled the girl out of its grasp just in time and placed himself between her and the beast,” Spike said.
“Oooo, Uncle Angel!” the young girl squealed.
“The beast bared it’s teeth… all two hundred of them…”
“How do you know it had two hundred teeth?” the older boy asked.
“We counted ’em,” Spike said, “after I killed it.”
“Ooooo!”
“Whilst Uncle Angel had the beast’s attention, I got behind it… and climbed a tree…”
“What was Uncle Angel doing while you were climbing the tree?” the red-haired boy asked.
“He held the beast in his thrall,” Spike explained.
“What’s thrall?” the boy asked.
“It what concubines use on fathers,” the little girl said. “I heard Mother say so.”
Spike could hear Angel stifling a laugh. He didn’t dare look him in the eye or they’d both burst into hysterics.
“Then what happened?” the red-haired boy asked.
“Spike jumped out of the tree onto the beast’s back…” Angel began.
“Weren’t you scared?” the little girl asked.
“There wasn’t time to be scared,” Spike said. “I had to act fast before the beast reacted to my weight on its back.”
“What did you do? What did you do?”
“I reached around and grabbed the beast’s tusks…”
“You never said it had tusks,” the older boy complained.
“Yeah, right ugly brute it was… tusks, horns, warts… covered in scales and oozing slime too…”
“You said it had purple skin. If it had scales how could you see its skin?” the boy asked.
Bloody smart arse!
“It didn’t have scales all over, did it?” Spike replied. “There were none on its face or palms.”
“Hmph!”
He wasn’t convinced.
“… and if it was covered in slime then how come you didn’t slide off its back?” the boy continued.
“Hung on tight to its tusks, didn’t I?” Spike replied.
They were a tough audience. Angel hadn’t had this much trouble with ’em earlier.
“Then what?” the red-haired boy prompted.
“I twisted its head around… read hard… until it snapped like a twig.”
“Did it fall off?” the boy asked. “The beast’s head?”
“No, it just kind of sagged as the beast fell to the ground.”
“Did the beast explode? Was there blood?” the red-haired boy asked. “I like it when there’s lots of blood.”
“Yeah, I bet you do, Pet.”
“That’s enough for tonight, boys and girls,” Spike heard Lorne’s voice call out.
Rescue at last!
**************
Pairing: Angel/Spike Fred/Wesley
Rating: NC17
Author: Jane Alexander
Disclaimer: No infringement of copyright is intended. The characters belong to Joss. I’m just borrowing them. I’ll try and return them undamaged, honest!
Document version: 28 January 2005
Feedback: janealexanderxxx@hotmail.com
Archived at: http://www.foreverfandom.net/viewstory.php?sid=4394
This story is AU and is a sequel to The Guy in Question.
Warning: includes character death.
Chapter 93
The village feast - evening the same day
**************
“Mmm, this roast is excellent,” Wesley said as he helped himself to another slice of meat from the platter in front of him.
Many of the villagers had already left for their homes having apparently sated their appetites long ago. Their table was deserted apart from the four of them.
“It has a flavour something like venison with a texture similar to Welsh lamb,” he added, swallowing another mouthful. “Both tender and delicious…”
“I’m glad you like it,” Fred replied. “They’re difficult to catch and few in number so we save the klack for special occasions.”
Wesley hesitated.
“Was there enough for everyone?” he asked. “I wouldn’t want to…”
“You go ahead and tuck in, Wes,” Lorne said. “There’s plenty to go around. Don’t worry, Sweetie, you’re not depriving anyone else.”
“Thank goodness.”
He’d thought for one awful moment the villagers had left early because their dishes were empty. He’d hate to have discovered they were giving up their own food for his benefit.
“Pass me that rare bit on the edge of the plate, will you, Pet?” he heard Spike say.
Wesley duly obliged, although why Spike chose to eat at all had always been a mystery to him.
“I thought the Cup of Champions would be more to your taste,” Wesley said.
“Nah,” Spike said. “That’s more the Poof’s gig than mine. Let him enjoy it while he can.”
Wesley glanced across to the dais where Angel was now on his feet, surrounded by children ranging in age from about seven to fourteen. Two adults stood a few feet away watching the scene. They all appeared enraptured by Angel’s tall tales.
“He certainly seems to be in his element,” Wesley said, stabbing another piece of meat with his knife.
“Quite the Hans Christian Tarantino, by all accounts,” Lorne said, hesitating before adding, “Does anyone else have a strange sense of deja vu?”
Wesley laughed, remembering what Lorne had told him of Angel’s encounter with the village children on their original visit to Pylea.
“I hope he’s not gonna give them bleedin’ kids nightmares,” Spike said.
He’d evidently heard the story too.
“Maybe I’d better go over there and see what he’s telling ’em,” he continued.
Spike stood up.
“Excuse me, Luv,” he said, nodding in Fred’s direction. “I better make sure he don’t get too carried away…”
Wesley watched Spike head over to Angel.
“Wasn’t that sweet of him?” Fred said. “Worrying about the children. I would never have imagined a vampire could be so thoughtful, even if he does have a soul.”
Damn! Wesley could have kicked himself for not thinking of checking on the children himself.
Lorne laughed.
“I think he has an ulterior motive, Poppet.”
Wesley tore his eyes away from Fred’s face and smiled as he saw Spike climb onto the dais to stand beside Angel. Lorne was doubtless correct.
“I don’t understand,” Fred said, obviously confused by the situation.
Hadn’t Lorne told her about Angel and Spike?
“He misses Angel’s company,” Wesley explained.
“Oh,” Fred said. “Oh, I see. Yes, of course.”
“However, it’s getting late,” Lorne said. “Why don’t I go round up the children and see they get home safely? I’ll catch up with you later, Darlings.”
At last, he had Fred all to himself…
****************
“Did you tell ’em about that time in Budapest, Luv?” Spike asked, steeping up onto the dais beside Angel. “You know, when we fought that Gravlar beast…”
“Gravlar?” Angel said, frowning.
Spike winked at him.
“Nasty bugger. Purple hide, seven inch claws, bad breath…”
“I thought that was in Bucharest,” Angel said after a moment’s contemplation.
“Nah, I’m sure it was Budapest. We took the girls to that castle. Remember?”
“Oh, tell us, Uncle Angel. Tell us…” one of the children yelled.
“Uncle?”
Angel shrugged.
“Did you cut its head off?” another of the children asked.
“Spike killed it,” Angel said, “with his bare hands.”
“Ooooo!”
Spike suddenly found all eyes were on him. Shit!
“Er…” he began.
Fuck! He didn’t know anything about story telling.
“Help me out here, Pet,” he pleaded, turning toward Angel.
Angel was grinning.
“It was your idea,” Angel said. “You’re on your own with this one.”
“Well, you see,” Spike began, “Uncle Angel and I were on our way to a ball… a dance…”
“Everyone knows boys don’t dance…” the red-haired boy at the front said.
Bugger!
“No, of course not,” Spike said. “The girls we were with were going to dance. We were going to watch…”
“Were they your concubines?” an older boy asked.
“In a manner of speaking,” Spike said.
Bloody Hell! What had he gotten himself into.
“What’s a concubine?” the red-haired boy asked.
“That’s what I want to be when I grow up,” a young blonde girl standing beside the older boy said. “Mother says they have all the fun…”
She looked like a pint-sized Buffy.
Spike took a deep breath before continuing.
“Anyway, this Gravlar beast leaped out at us and made a grab for one of the girls…”
“How big was it?” the red-haired boy asked.
“What did it look like?” the little girl said.
“Huge,” Spike said, gesturing with his hands. “The biggest demon you’ve ever seen…”
“Bigger than a Drokken?”
“Much bigger…”
“Bigger than the Mogfan?”
“Nothing’s bigger than the Mogfan,” the older boy sneered.
“As big as the Mogfan,” Spike declared.
The children gasped.
He had their attention now all right.
“Uncle Angel pulled the girl out of its grasp just in time and placed himself between her and the beast,” Spike said.
“Oooo, Uncle Angel!” the young girl squealed.
“The beast bared it’s teeth… all two hundred of them…”
“How do you know it had two hundred teeth?” the older boy asked.
“We counted ’em,” Spike said, “after I killed it.”
“Ooooo!”
“Whilst Uncle Angel had the beast’s attention, I got behind it… and climbed a tree…”
“What was Uncle Angel doing while you were climbing the tree?” the red-haired boy asked.
“He held the beast in his thrall,” Spike explained.
“What’s thrall?” the boy asked.
“It what concubines use on fathers,” the little girl said. “I heard Mother say so.”
Spike could hear Angel stifling a laugh. He didn’t dare look him in the eye or they’d both burst into hysterics.
“Then what happened?” the red-haired boy asked.
“Spike jumped out of the tree onto the beast’s back…” Angel began.
“Weren’t you scared?” the little girl asked.
“There wasn’t time to be scared,” Spike said. “I had to act fast before the beast reacted to my weight on its back.”
“What did you do? What did you do?”
“I reached around and grabbed the beast’s tusks…”
“You never said it had tusks,” the older boy complained.
“Yeah, right ugly brute it was… tusks, horns, warts… covered in scales and oozing slime too…”
“You said it had purple skin. If it had scales how could you see its skin?” the boy asked.
Bloody smart arse!
“It didn’t have scales all over, did it?” Spike replied. “There were none on its face or palms.”
“Hmph!”
He wasn’t convinced.
“… and if it was covered in slime then how come you didn’t slide off its back?” the boy continued.
“Hung on tight to its tusks, didn’t I?” Spike replied.
They were a tough audience. Angel hadn’t had this much trouble with ’em earlier.
“Then what?” the red-haired boy prompted.
“I twisted its head around… read hard… until it snapped like a twig.”
“Did it fall off?” the boy asked. “The beast’s head?”
“No, it just kind of sagged as the beast fell to the ground.”
“Did the beast explode? Was there blood?” the red-haired boy asked. “I like it when there’s lots of blood.”
“Yeah, I bet you do, Pet.”
“That’s enough for tonight, boys and girls,” Spike heard Lorne’s voice call out.
Rescue at last!
**************