Life (or Unlife) Goes On

A/N; Thanks so much to everyone who reads especially those who reveiw. Hope you enjoy
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Storyscriber: Excellent interpretation. I especially like the Xander part of the interpretation but I can't tell you if your correct with that one, you'll have to read and find out. Otherwise you were almost spot on. I hope you enjoy this chapter
CC: Hope you continue to enjoy the story and your always welcome to rant away. I love hearing opinions that differ to my own and as I said at the start of this fic, criticism is always welcome. And thankyou for the complement about Riley. As for Robin the point I was trying to make was that he wasn't even willing to try and work with Spike. spike gave him a pass in the episode Lies my Parents Told Me, by not killing him when he was trying to kill Spike because of the fact he(Spike) killed his (Robin's) mum. Robin has such a black and white veiw of the world that he hates all vampires, no distinctions, even more than a early Xander or Gunn. He espically hates Spike which is obvious with his hurt Spike to trap Drusilla plan that wasn't a joke. His refusal to give ex-murderers a second chance is what got Faith upset because if he can't give Spike and Angel a second chance how can he accept Faith who has killed with a soul. As for Willow I can't go through every characters journey in my fic and so she is only a secondary character for this. As for Xander being responsible for Sweets victims its like saying Buffy is responsible for everyone Angelus killed when lose in SunnyDale. She didn't know the consequences of sleeping with Angel and neither did Xander when he summoned Sweet.
Bubbysbub: Glad you had a nice holiday. As for Drusilla's ramblings the last bit is 'making a hat-trick out of the rough Scottish Island.' Meaning she should kill her third slayer, the meaning of the name Rona is rough Scottish Island according to the internet. Hope you enjoy and now onto the chapter

Chapter Thirty-Four

Angel’s POV

I’m fighting a Groxlar demon while out of the corner of my eye I can see the standoff between my childer. I didn’t want Spike to have to deal with her alone and that silly slayer is in the middle. Oh shit Dru’s going to kill her. I am brought back to my own fight by sudden pain in my back as the demon takes a huge slice. I think he cut me diagonally from shoulder to hip. I trade blows with him but I can’t seem to get past. It seems that for an age I trade blows while agonising over whats happening between Drusilla and Spike but in reality it must be only a few seconds because suddenly he falls down at my feet. Faith looms in front of me, bloody knife in hand, as I hold my side.

“Thanks,” I pant, she briskly nods and then we turn back to the main attraction. Drusilla is biting the girls neck and Spike is rushing towards her, I take a couple of steps forward when a crossbow bolt pierces her shoulder, the next hits just under a breast and somehow before the third one gets there she has manoeuvred the girl to be a shield and the slayer gets the bolt in her arm. Before anyone can react the slayer is on the ground and Drusilla’s running towards the balcony door, I take off after her, Spike next to me. We get there in time to see Drusilla and Oz in wolf form go over the balcony rail together and sail down to splat on the ground. Drusilla recovers first and takes off down between the buildings before I can call for a crossbow. Damm, she got away.

“You okay, Oz?” I call out after he has turned back into a human.

“I think I sprained my ankle. How’s everyone up there?”

“They’re okay. You stay where you are. We will be down in a couple of minutes.” I turn to look at Spike and on impulse I tug him into my arms for a minute before letting go.

“Your hurt,” he remarks.

“So are you,” I reply gesturing to the slash on his arm that went through his jacket and the deeper nastier gash on his left thigh.

“Oh look, I am to, I didn’t even notice.” Together we turn and walk inside, I’m anxious to check on everyone else especially Conner. He has finally met his last remaining evil relative. I feel relived when I see him helping a slayer to stand up, he is relatively unscathed, just a couple of scratches. Faith is sporting a stomach scratch as she helps the girl Drusilla had up.

“Rona, here let me help you.” Spike rushes off to support her other side. She must have been one of the potentials in Sunnydale for Spike to know her. Illyria looks the same as ever totally unscathed and above it all. Everyone else seems mostly okay but I think we had better get Rona to a hospital soon.

“Okay lets move out. If one team can take Rona to the hospital the rest of us will head back to the hotel. I can’t stand to stay in this blood stained and demon gooey room any longer, so I walk out the door to go help Oz.

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Xander’s POV

I sigh and look up from the book I was reading realising that I have no idea what it was that I just read. I’m too nervous about tonight and scared about whats happening with the others right now. The Drusilla situation is deeply affecting Spike and Angel, I can tell. Well anyone with eyes can tell that this is affecting Spike but Angel is better at hiding his feelings. I can tell because it’s in the way he becomes more brooding, more looming and how when we touch he holds on for a split second longer than normal. I look at Andrew sitting across from me and he is nervously chewing his lip, tapping a pencil against a book and staring off into the distance. I was surprised to see him sit in Oz’s lap in the meeting this morning but now I think about it, it makes a weird sort of sense. They just seem right together. Lorne is busy making Sea Breezes while Dawn and Giles are busy discussing something or other down with Thyme. I’m not sure where Gunn is.

“Andrew, we need to have the shovel talk.” His eyes focus on me and then he blinks a little trying to work out what I mean. Understanding shines in his eyes after a minute and then he looks a little fearful. Looks like he has heard about it from one of the other Scoobies. “For a long while he was my only male friend, hurt him and I will beat you to death with a shovel.”

“I…I…I wo…” he stutters looking at me seriously, I return the look before adding.

“And when he gets back, I will have the shovel talk with him because you are also my friend.” With that his face lights up and he nods at me. Before I can continue the conversation the hotel doors open and suddenly there is chaos. People are limping inside or supporting, even carrying others, orders are being yelled and first aid kits and water with rags are being fetched before I can even stand up. My eyes scan the room for Angel and Spike. Oh good there they are, carrying a hurt Oz between them. Oh shit they’re both hurt. I rush over to them Andrew beside me. When we get there Giles is beside us and he helps Andrew support Oz to the nearest couch. I launch myself at them and the three of us stagger before they regain their footing. Oh no they must be hurt if my weight unbalances them. I pull back and after one look at their faces I know that Drusilla is still alive. We silently go into Angel’s office and I snag some supplies on the way past. Angel seems the most hurt, he has a nasty looking wound all the way across his back, just missing his tattoo. He quickly strips until he is left standing in his pants only. He lays down on his desk while I examine his wound, damm he’s going to need stiches. I don’t know if I can do this. Spike gently moves me out of the way and picks up the needle and thread that were in the kit.

“Why don’t you go get some blood pet and tell Faith that we are going to need the medicinal alcohol?” I scamper out of the room glad I don’t have to sew him up myself, seeing the wound and needle and thread bring back memories of the one time I had to sew myself up in Africa. I was alone so no one else could do it and that one thought was the only thing that got me through it. I think I passed out four times from the pain before I had finished. I only had enough alcohol to sterilise the wound not to numb the pain as well. In the kitchen I find Faith and tell her I need the alcohol and then I explain why I need it after she looks at me doubtingly. She finally agrees to get it and bring it to Angel and Spike. I can’t say that I blame her for not trusting me after the stunt I pulled. Its going to take time for them to trust me again and at the moment I don’t really trust myself. After heating up blood I walk back across the lobby and see people setting up for the memorial/funeral outside. Shit I had forgotten after all the excitement. Walking into the office its clear that Faith has already been and gone. Now Angel is in the middle of trying to persuade Spike to take off his pants.

“I can’t sew it up with your jeans in the way Spike.”

“Listen up you git, I’m a vampire. I’ve had worse that never got stitched up, I will be fine, leave it alone Angelus.”

“Childe, pull your pants down now or I will do it for you.” Angel is full on growling at Spike now and Spike sighs for replying.

“Don’t blame me later then.” He undoes his buttons and pulls down his jeans. I have no idea what he is talking about but right now I don’t care. Spike goes commando and he sits on the table with his trousers round his legs kept on by his boots. Seeing those milky white thighs and his cock nestled between them, my breath catches in my throat. He is absolutely beautiful, the blackness of his t-shirt contrasting sharply with his pale skin. Angel is sitting on a chair next to him sewing up the gash in his thigh, even the blood stands out against his skin making him seem ethereal. Just watching them I’m rooted to the spot totally aroused by the easy way they are around each other and Spike’s cock. I remember the last time I saw it and how it felt within me. Just perfect sliding in and out, filling me up, reaching so deep. I wonder what it would feel like in my mouth, down my throat, swallowing around it. I can’t deny my feelings anymore, I need them now. Spike suddenly looks up at me, can probably smell my arousal. I stalk over to him, not taking my eyes off him. I stop right in front of him and notice how dilated his pupils are. Grabbing the back of his neck I plunge in, taking, demanding more, demanding everything. When he responds and takes control of the kiss, diving his tongue into my mouth I can’t help but moan. I start to enthusiastically suck on his tongue and now it’s his turn to moan. Suddenly I’m aware of another presence one that seems to be undoing my shirt while sucking on Spike’s neck. Finally, I move back in order to drag some breath into my lungs, as I gulp for air I watch the vampires kiss. Watching them is so erotic and I feel my cock twitch against the buttons on my jeans. I contemplate for a moment about releasing my dick and jerking off but then I see Spike’s cock enlarging as I watch. I scoot closer so that Spike is in between my legs. One of my legs is straight behind him on the table while the other one is dangling off the side. I grab his cock and start to suck on his neck the opposite side to where Angel was before. My shirt is finally opened and then a hand quickly finds its way to a nipple but doesn’t actually touch the areola just makes soft circles around. Groaning, I can’t help but buck into Spike. I think Angel has a nipple fetish, which I don’t mind at all. I open my mouth to beg them to turn me over the table and fuck me hard but at that precise moment Faith walks in.

“Oh shit,” she exclaims turning around. “This is not the time for that, you’ve got ten minutes til we start the ceremony, I brought your clothes down, and you’d better get changed quickly.” She leaves without turning towards us and Angel and Spike pull themselves away from me to stand up. I just sit there, pouting; I don’t want it to end. Shit the memorial, I don’t think I can do it, I feel sick. I look up at the other two and realise that they know what I’m feeling. They are going through the same thing and maybe together, we can get through it. Feel the pain and the sadness, the longing and the loss but hopefully be able to treasure the good times as well.