Midnight and Roses
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
40
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5,390
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2
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Feedback is always welcomed.
Previous chapters for this award winning fic can be found at:
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MIDNIGHT AND ROSES - CHAPTER 36
In the suite adjacent to the fated lovers, every vampire and their minions fell to their knees and began to keen softly in distress when Angel drew his last breath. Laureano and Gabriel hugged each other tightly as they wept for Angel and Spike and would be opening wrists for comfort.
The humans present were in various stages of shock and awe, heartbroken at the unfortunate turn of events. Giles in particular, was taking Angel’s demise hard. He, too, had slumped to his knees in grief for the young demon hunter, blaming himself for the disastrous outcome. Wesley knelt down beside him and had an arm around his shoulder, offering comfort as best he could to his old friend.
Mistress Marilyn had slipped into a chair and was weeping silently, offering up a prayer to her goddess for blessings on Angel and Spike and for the strength she would need to anchor Angel’s soul when he returned with his demon.
Gunn preferred to mourn Angel in the only way that he knew how. On the mean streets, you found a quiet corner to weep in unobserved, and he did just that.
The mystics immediately began their chants for the dead, but that would soon change when Angel’s body was prepared for the ritual of cleansing. The priests had already hand picked devoted minions from various clans to prepare the rooms necessary for the rites that would take place in the coming days.
The ancient ceremonies would be held in private rooms supplied by the Watcher Council and blessed by the mystics, away from prying eyes. Those who wished to mourn Angel before the rituals would be allowed a very brief viewing after which his body would be taken away for sanctification. Any human or demon who objected to Spike’s sire of Angel would be asked to leave the estate immediately.
~ * ~
Spike was numb, frozen in time. He wept silently and gently rocked Angel’s limp body in his arms, still unbelieving of his part in his soulmate’s demise. It wasn’t supposed to be like this; they should’ve had years of happiness together instead of this. Anything but this...
The blond vampire pressed light, gentle kisses against Angel’s cooling lips and stroked his skin tenderly as he mourned his fallen lover. He looked at Angel’s rugged, beautiful face through his tears and sighed heavily. Even in death, Angel was beautiful.
Spike felt an uncontrollable urge to hum softly to Angel as he rocked him like a baby, feeling that somehow, it would comfort them both. When he could no longer contain his grief, he wept again and whispered the words to the old Irish lullaby that he had remembered from so long ago:
“Ciod am feum dhomh ri tuireadh?
Why must I be mourning?
De’ ni turireadh dhomhsa
What will make a chant to me
‘S mi cho fada o gach duine
And I, so far from others
B’urrain tighinn ‘gam chomhnadh?”
Would people be able to come help me?*
“William?” Laureano’s voice came from the shadows, filled with sorrow. “It is time...”
~ * ~
The news of Angel’s death had spread quickly throughout the Watcher estate and ultimately, to all who knew the young demon hunter and Spike. Vampire and demon clans throughout the world were taken aback at High Master William’s imminent claiming of a childer, speculating at the ramifications that might surely disrupt the hierarchy in the House of Aurelius.
When word was received in Sunnydale, the scoobies, especially Buffy, were shocked and stunned, horrified to know that Angel was dead and that Spike would claim him as his childe in the coming days. Giles had telephoned with the news, expressing his sorrow that he couldn’t be there in person, but he had felt that it was important to participate in the rituals surrounding Angel at this difficult time. He asked for calm and acceptance of the inevitable, hoping that all would be able to grieve for Angel in their own way and draw support from each other until he could return.
Willow and Tara had wept quietly, holding each other’s hand tightly as they offered up prayers to their goddess for Angel and Spike. There was no love lost for Spike with Xander and Anya, but they had reluctantly included him in their thoughts as well, out of respect for Angel.
Buffy had to kill something. She had rushed out of the Magic Box in tears, unbelieving that Angel would be returning to Sunnydale as Spike’s vampire childe. Right then and there, she had decided that not if, but when the pair returned, she would stake Spike first, then Angel.
The streets were eerily quiet. Too quiet, as if every vampire and demon could feel Buffy’s rage and had disappeared without a trace. Not finding suitable prey to quell her fury, the slayer made her way to the cemetery where Spike’s old crypt used to be.
The heavy metal door was already open, torn from its hinges by the vampire prince, Laureano, weeks ago and had never been repaired. Buffy stormed in, knowing that it would be empty but she needed to be there. She had to destroy any trace of Spike in Sunnydale before she destroyed the blond vampire himself.
Like a raging bull, Buffy tore through the crypt, pulling caskets from their moorings and letting their rotting contents spill obscenely to the floor. She smashed Spike’s old whiskey bottles and the scant furniture that she found there, taking special pleasure in its destruction since it had all once belonged to the blond vampire. When there was nothing left to smash with fists and feet, Buffy dusted herself off and headed out toward Angel and Spike’s apartment.
It didn’t take the slayer long to traverse the few blocks to the modest place that Angel and Spike had shared for the last six months. Buffy took the stairs two by two in her rage and when she got to the pair’s apartment, didn’t hesitate to kick in the door.
Buffy paused for a few moments and stood in the hallway to survey the couple’s love nest. She didn’t know what she had expected to find. Always refusing Angel’s invitations because of her dislike for Spike, this was her first visit to the apartment and it would also be her last.
Stepping in from the hallway, Buffy noted that the rooms were small, but comfortable and nothing out of the ordinary. Sparsely decorated and suitable for a man’s tastes, the living room furniture was functional and revolved around a large-screened plasma tv.
Buffy skimmed past the kitchen without even a glance over and headed into Angel’s bedroom, refusing to even acknowledge that Spike lived there as well. Making her way over to the rumpled bed, the tiny slayer sat down and picked up the pillow that had Angel’s scent on it. She cradled it tightly to her chest and sobbed hard against it, letting out all her anguish and hurt and pain the only way she knew how.
"Oh my god," Buffy whispered softly through her tears.
"Angel..."
~tbc~
*Buain Na Rainich
An Irish lullabye that tells the story of a fairy who falls in love with a young girl whom he met when she came out to cut bracken. After her family caught her, they kept her locked up in their home. When she didn't come any more, the fairy became despondent and sang the song.
(www.geocities.com/area51/zone/6338/buain.html)
and I make no money. Other characters are of my own creation and
may not be used without my permission.
Feedback is always welcomed.
Previous chapters for this award winning fic can be found at:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/kindredspirit75
MIDNIGHT AND ROSES - CHAPTER 36
In the suite adjacent to the fated lovers, every vampire and their minions fell to their knees and began to keen softly in distress when Angel drew his last breath. Laureano and Gabriel hugged each other tightly as they wept for Angel and Spike and would be opening wrists for comfort.
The humans present were in various stages of shock and awe, heartbroken at the unfortunate turn of events. Giles in particular, was taking Angel’s demise hard. He, too, had slumped to his knees in grief for the young demon hunter, blaming himself for the disastrous outcome. Wesley knelt down beside him and had an arm around his shoulder, offering comfort as best he could to his old friend.
Mistress Marilyn had slipped into a chair and was weeping silently, offering up a prayer to her goddess for blessings on Angel and Spike and for the strength she would need to anchor Angel’s soul when he returned with his demon.
Gunn preferred to mourn Angel in the only way that he knew how. On the mean streets, you found a quiet corner to weep in unobserved, and he did just that.
The mystics immediately began their chants for the dead, but that would soon change when Angel’s body was prepared for the ritual of cleansing. The priests had already hand picked devoted minions from various clans to prepare the rooms necessary for the rites that would take place in the coming days.
The ancient ceremonies would be held in private rooms supplied by the Watcher Council and blessed by the mystics, away from prying eyes. Those who wished to mourn Angel before the rituals would be allowed a very brief viewing after which his body would be taken away for sanctification. Any human or demon who objected to Spike’s sire of Angel would be asked to leave the estate immediately.
~ * ~
Spike was numb, frozen in time. He wept silently and gently rocked Angel’s limp body in his arms, still unbelieving of his part in his soulmate’s demise. It wasn’t supposed to be like this; they should’ve had years of happiness together instead of this. Anything but this...
The blond vampire pressed light, gentle kisses against Angel’s cooling lips and stroked his skin tenderly as he mourned his fallen lover. He looked at Angel’s rugged, beautiful face through his tears and sighed heavily. Even in death, Angel was beautiful.
Spike felt an uncontrollable urge to hum softly to Angel as he rocked him like a baby, feeling that somehow, it would comfort them both. When he could no longer contain his grief, he wept again and whispered the words to the old Irish lullaby that he had remembered from so long ago:
“Ciod am feum dhomh ri tuireadh?
Why must I be mourning?
De’ ni turireadh dhomhsa
What will make a chant to me
‘S mi cho fada o gach duine
And I, so far from others
B’urrain tighinn ‘gam chomhnadh?”
Would people be able to come help me?*
“William?” Laureano’s voice came from the shadows, filled with sorrow. “It is time...”
~ * ~
The news of Angel’s death had spread quickly throughout the Watcher estate and ultimately, to all who knew the young demon hunter and Spike. Vampire and demon clans throughout the world were taken aback at High Master William’s imminent claiming of a childer, speculating at the ramifications that might surely disrupt the hierarchy in the House of Aurelius.
When word was received in Sunnydale, the scoobies, especially Buffy, were shocked and stunned, horrified to know that Angel was dead and that Spike would claim him as his childe in the coming days. Giles had telephoned with the news, expressing his sorrow that he couldn’t be there in person, but he had felt that it was important to participate in the rituals surrounding Angel at this difficult time. He asked for calm and acceptance of the inevitable, hoping that all would be able to grieve for Angel in their own way and draw support from each other until he could return.
Willow and Tara had wept quietly, holding each other’s hand tightly as they offered up prayers to their goddess for Angel and Spike. There was no love lost for Spike with Xander and Anya, but they had reluctantly included him in their thoughts as well, out of respect for Angel.
Buffy had to kill something. She had rushed out of the Magic Box in tears, unbelieving that Angel would be returning to Sunnydale as Spike’s vampire childe. Right then and there, she had decided that not if, but when the pair returned, she would stake Spike first, then Angel.
The streets were eerily quiet. Too quiet, as if every vampire and demon could feel Buffy’s rage and had disappeared without a trace. Not finding suitable prey to quell her fury, the slayer made her way to the cemetery where Spike’s old crypt used to be.
The heavy metal door was already open, torn from its hinges by the vampire prince, Laureano, weeks ago and had never been repaired. Buffy stormed in, knowing that it would be empty but she needed to be there. She had to destroy any trace of Spike in Sunnydale before she destroyed the blond vampire himself.
Like a raging bull, Buffy tore through the crypt, pulling caskets from their moorings and letting their rotting contents spill obscenely to the floor. She smashed Spike’s old whiskey bottles and the scant furniture that she found there, taking special pleasure in its destruction since it had all once belonged to the blond vampire. When there was nothing left to smash with fists and feet, Buffy dusted herself off and headed out toward Angel and Spike’s apartment.
It didn’t take the slayer long to traverse the few blocks to the modest place that Angel and Spike had shared for the last six months. Buffy took the stairs two by two in her rage and when she got to the pair’s apartment, didn’t hesitate to kick in the door.
Buffy paused for a few moments and stood in the hallway to survey the couple’s love nest. She didn’t know what she had expected to find. Always refusing Angel’s invitations because of her dislike for Spike, this was her first visit to the apartment and it would also be her last.
Stepping in from the hallway, Buffy noted that the rooms were small, but comfortable and nothing out of the ordinary. Sparsely decorated and suitable for a man’s tastes, the living room furniture was functional and revolved around a large-screened plasma tv.
Buffy skimmed past the kitchen without even a glance over and headed into Angel’s bedroom, refusing to even acknowledge that Spike lived there as well. Making her way over to the rumpled bed, the tiny slayer sat down and picked up the pillow that had Angel’s scent on it. She cradled it tightly to her chest and sobbed hard against it, letting out all her anguish and hurt and pain the only way she knew how.
"Oh my god," Buffy whispered softly through her tears.
"Angel..."
~tbc~
*Buain Na Rainich
An Irish lullabye that tells the story of a fairy who falls in love with a young girl whom he met when she came out to cut bracken. After her family caught her, they kept her locked up in their home. When she didn't come any more, the fairy became despondent and sang the song.
(www.geocities.com/area51/zone/6338/buain.html)