Midnight and Roses
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
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Adult ++
Chapters:
40
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5,388
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Beginning of the End
Summary: Spike and Angel are both fighting for their very
existence. Will they be able to heal and face the consequences
of their decisions or is this truly "the end"?
Warning: Totally 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 34
Laureano silently cursed himself as he prepared a concoction of mead, bread stuffs and age-old herbs in a tiny brass bowl. When he was satisfied with the contents, he walked over to the makeshift altar that had been set up and blessed by the mystics from the Aurelian Court.
The vampire prince reverently placed the bowl on a delicate lace doily, then scraped a finger over his sharpened fangs to bring forth a few drops of blood to add to the unusual mixture. He turned and nodded to Gabriel, who was quietly watching his sire prepare the offering to their gods. The small vampire stood beside Laureano and mimicked his actions, adding a few drops of his own blood to the mix.
After lighting a pair of candles complimenting the small moon flowers arranged lovingly in another brass receptacle, the two vampires knelt down on the hard floor to pray to the Ancient Ones for William and Angel as they fought for their very existence.
Laureano sighed heavily. He found it to be ironic that as Spike was healing, Angel was dying.
Unbeknown to anyone, Angel had been slashed deeply across his chest by Arellano’s claws when the mad vampire had tried to morph into the hell-beast before Angel broke its neck. Now, the young demon hunter lay in a bed in the room next to Spike's as his organs slowly shut down one by one.
Not one single person had noticed Angel’s wounds during the confusion of Spike’s rescue and the return through the portal. The blood on Angel’s shirt and jacket was presumed to have been from Spike and no one had known of his injury until the big man had fallen unconscious in shock.**
~ *~
Spike awoke from his coma, thrashing and screaming in anguish. His beloved Angel was dying; he could feel it through their bonding link. Angel needed him and nothing would stop him from going to his side. He had to get to his human before it was too late.
The blond demon gagged when he tried to sit up and felt the feeding tube that was lodged down his throat. He growled softly and let out an unneeded breath as he forcefully pulled the tube out from his nose. Tossing it aside, he threw off the sheet that was covering his naked body and attempted to climb out of his sickbed.
Several minion attendants swarmed toward Spike when he had started to scream and thrash in the quiet hours after midnight. They acted quickly, trying to restrain the battered vampire, but Spike had easily shrugged them off as he fell to the floor from his bed.
"Where is he?!" Spike roared as he tried to stand on rubbery legs.
"Where’s Angel?"
More minions silently rushed to constrain Spike but he became more enraged and vamped, attacking all who would approach him, punching and kicking and biting for all he was worth. Despite his determination to get to Angel at all costs, he was still too weak to fight for long and he collapsed into a trembling heap in pain and exhaustion.
Much to his dismay, there was nothing he could do to stop the attendants as they gathered him up and secured him to the bed with enchanted restraints. He flailed weakly and screamed curses against his bonds until all he could do was surrender and sob quietly.
"My lord?" One of the mystics approached Spike with an offering of a tonic to sooth him.
"Bugger off," Spike whispered and tried to bury his face into his pillow.
"William?" A familiar voice called out to him softly and touched his shoulder through his pain.
Spike closed his eyes in relief and his frail form shook with silent sobs as he was overwhelmed by the sensations of family.
"Look at me, brother," Laureano said quietly. "Please..."
It took several long moments before Spike was able to quell his tears and turn his head toward the vampire prince.
"I need Angel..."
"I know you do," Laureano said softly, then pressed a bloodied wrist into Spike’s lips.
~*~
Spike keened softly as he hugged Angel close to him, touching and stroking his consort’s pale features. He had been allowed to have Angel in his bed after he had been told of the circumstances of his rescue and of Angel's bravery. The blond vampire had become so distraught at the news that it was an unanimous decision by all involved to allow Spike to be with his beloved until the end.
With the help of Laureano and Gabriel, and as a last resort, Spike had asked to lick his human’s wounds with his vampire saliva in an attempt to quell the anemic blood that still oozed through the sutures. But, despite numerous transfusions of human and even vampire blood, nothing could reverse Angel’s dire condition.
It was hopeless and Spike knew it.
Already slipping into *Bellarche, blood tinged tears slowly made their way down Spike’s hollow cheeks as he planned his own demise after Angel died. It didn’t much matter how he would eventually do it or if he would suffer. All Spike knew was, he had sworn not to turn Angel and he couldn’t go on without him.
One day and one night had passed since Angel was brought to Spike. In all that time, Spike did not eat or sleep so that he could continue to touch and stroke his beloved up to the very end.
The mystics in the room with the pair could hear Spike’s sweet murmurs of love and devotion to his Angel, even as they prayed softly, and they were moved, almost to tears. On the second night, they had heard Spike’s low voice and an answering whisper from Angel that had made them summon Laureano immediately to the pair's deathbed.
The vampire prince and his consort had been awakened from their sleep with the news of Angel’s apparent return to consciousness and had hurriedly threw on some clothes. They rushed as fast as they could, almost running down the halls toward the rooms where Spike and Angel lay. Giles, Wesley, Gunn and Mistress Marilyn were also summoned and were on their was as well.
The group of concerned humans had arrived at the same time as the vampires and all were ushered quietly into the room after a briefing from one of the mystics.
Humans and vampires all huddled in the back of the room unable, or unwilling, to interrupt the tender scene in front of them. Spike was curled around Angel in a loving embrace and was murmuring quiet words to his lover that even the vampires had trouble deciphering.
"Hopin’ you can hear me, love," Spike whispered as he studied Angel’s pale features. His skin was already a sickly gray and there were dark circles around his sunken eyes. The big man looked so small and frail now, laying against Spike’s already too thin frame.
"Know I love you with all my heart, yeah?" Spike leaned in and kissed Angel’s ashen lips lightly.
More tears fell from Spike’s eyes and his voice cracked as he tried to continue.
"Promised I wouldn’t turn you, I did... but it’s hard... ya know? Wantin’ to be with you... forever... and all that. Thought about doin’ it anyway but 'm a man of honor... keep my word, I do. So, yeah. I won’t..."
Spike sobbed quietly, listening to Angel’s heart beat slower and slower.
"Want... you to..." Angel breathed so softly that only Spike’s vampiric hearing could pick it up.
~tbc~
*Bellarche: A phenomenon occurring in vampires after the death of their mate. The vampire left behind will sink into an all-consuming grief and will ultimately commit suicide, unable to exist without their beloved.
**Shock: When due to an injury and the body loses too much blood or fluids, the circulatory system cannot get enough blood to the vital organs and shock results in organ failure and death.
existence. Will they be able to heal and face the consequences
of their decisions or is this truly "the end"?
Warning: Totally 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 34
Laureano silently cursed himself as he prepared a concoction of mead, bread stuffs and age-old herbs in a tiny brass bowl. When he was satisfied with the contents, he walked over to the makeshift altar that had been set up and blessed by the mystics from the Aurelian Court.
The vampire prince reverently placed the bowl on a delicate lace doily, then scraped a finger over his sharpened fangs to bring forth a few drops of blood to add to the unusual mixture. He turned and nodded to Gabriel, who was quietly watching his sire prepare the offering to their gods. The small vampire stood beside Laureano and mimicked his actions, adding a few drops of his own blood to the mix.
After lighting a pair of candles complimenting the small moon flowers arranged lovingly in another brass receptacle, the two vampires knelt down on the hard floor to pray to the Ancient Ones for William and Angel as they fought for their very existence.
Laureano sighed heavily. He found it to be ironic that as Spike was healing, Angel was dying.
Unbeknown to anyone, Angel had been slashed deeply across his chest by Arellano’s claws when the mad vampire had tried to morph into the hell-beast before Angel broke its neck. Now, the young demon hunter lay in a bed in the room next to Spike's as his organs slowly shut down one by one.
Not one single person had noticed Angel’s wounds during the confusion of Spike’s rescue and the return through the portal. The blood on Angel’s shirt and jacket was presumed to have been from Spike and no one had known of his injury until the big man had fallen unconscious in shock.**
~ *~
Spike awoke from his coma, thrashing and screaming in anguish. His beloved Angel was dying; he could feel it through their bonding link. Angel needed him and nothing would stop him from going to his side. He had to get to his human before it was too late.
The blond demon gagged when he tried to sit up and felt the feeding tube that was lodged down his throat. He growled softly and let out an unneeded breath as he forcefully pulled the tube out from his nose. Tossing it aside, he threw off the sheet that was covering his naked body and attempted to climb out of his sickbed.
Several minion attendants swarmed toward Spike when he had started to scream and thrash in the quiet hours after midnight. They acted quickly, trying to restrain the battered vampire, but Spike had easily shrugged them off as he fell to the floor from his bed.
"Where is he?!" Spike roared as he tried to stand on rubbery legs.
"Where’s Angel?"
More minions silently rushed to constrain Spike but he became more enraged and vamped, attacking all who would approach him, punching and kicking and biting for all he was worth. Despite his determination to get to Angel at all costs, he was still too weak to fight for long and he collapsed into a trembling heap in pain and exhaustion.
Much to his dismay, there was nothing he could do to stop the attendants as they gathered him up and secured him to the bed with enchanted restraints. He flailed weakly and screamed curses against his bonds until all he could do was surrender and sob quietly.
"My lord?" One of the mystics approached Spike with an offering of a tonic to sooth him.
"Bugger off," Spike whispered and tried to bury his face into his pillow.
"William?" A familiar voice called out to him softly and touched his shoulder through his pain.
Spike closed his eyes in relief and his frail form shook with silent sobs as he was overwhelmed by the sensations of family.
"Look at me, brother," Laureano said quietly. "Please..."
It took several long moments before Spike was able to quell his tears and turn his head toward the vampire prince.
"I need Angel..."
"I know you do," Laureano said softly, then pressed a bloodied wrist into Spike’s lips.
~*~
Spike keened softly as he hugged Angel close to him, touching and stroking his consort’s pale features. He had been allowed to have Angel in his bed after he had been told of the circumstances of his rescue and of Angel's bravery. The blond vampire had become so distraught at the news that it was an unanimous decision by all involved to allow Spike to be with his beloved until the end.
With the help of Laureano and Gabriel, and as a last resort, Spike had asked to lick his human’s wounds with his vampire saliva in an attempt to quell the anemic blood that still oozed through the sutures. But, despite numerous transfusions of human and even vampire blood, nothing could reverse Angel’s dire condition.
It was hopeless and Spike knew it.
Already slipping into *Bellarche, blood tinged tears slowly made their way down Spike’s hollow cheeks as he planned his own demise after Angel died. It didn’t much matter how he would eventually do it or if he would suffer. All Spike knew was, he had sworn not to turn Angel and he couldn’t go on without him.
One day and one night had passed since Angel was brought to Spike. In all that time, Spike did not eat or sleep so that he could continue to touch and stroke his beloved up to the very end.
The mystics in the room with the pair could hear Spike’s sweet murmurs of love and devotion to his Angel, even as they prayed softly, and they were moved, almost to tears. On the second night, they had heard Spike’s low voice and an answering whisper from Angel that had made them summon Laureano immediately to the pair's deathbed.
The vampire prince and his consort had been awakened from their sleep with the news of Angel’s apparent return to consciousness and had hurriedly threw on some clothes. They rushed as fast as they could, almost running down the halls toward the rooms where Spike and Angel lay. Giles, Wesley, Gunn and Mistress Marilyn were also summoned and were on their was as well.
The group of concerned humans had arrived at the same time as the vampires and all were ushered quietly into the room after a briefing from one of the mystics.
Humans and vampires all huddled in the back of the room unable, or unwilling, to interrupt the tender scene in front of them. Spike was curled around Angel in a loving embrace and was murmuring quiet words to his lover that even the vampires had trouble deciphering.
"Hopin’ you can hear me, love," Spike whispered as he studied Angel’s pale features. His skin was already a sickly gray and there were dark circles around his sunken eyes. The big man looked so small and frail now, laying against Spike’s already too thin frame.
"Know I love you with all my heart, yeah?" Spike leaned in and kissed Angel’s ashen lips lightly.
More tears fell from Spike’s eyes and his voice cracked as he tried to continue.
"Promised I wouldn’t turn you, I did... but it’s hard... ya know? Wantin’ to be with you... forever... and all that. Thought about doin’ it anyway but 'm a man of honor... keep my word, I do. So, yeah. I won’t..."
Spike sobbed quietly, listening to Angel’s heart beat slower and slower.
"Want... you to..." Angel breathed so softly that only Spike’s vampiric hearing could pick it up.
~tbc~
*Bellarche: A phenomenon occurring in vampires after the death of their mate. The vampire left behind will sink into an all-consuming grief and will ultimately commit suicide, unable to exist without their beloved.
**Shock: When due to an injury and the body loses too much blood or fluids, the circulatory system cannot get enough blood to the vital organs and shock results in organ failure and death.