A Sires Revenge: For My Childe

Summary: Alex runs. Angel Chases.


It was late when Cordelia dropped Alex off in the front of the Hyperion. He was surprised to find the front door unlocked. He couldn’t hear any noise so he assumed everything was all right. Not knowing what else to do, he climbed the stairs and headed to Angel’s room. There was no noise coming from there either. Alex quietly opened the door and stepped in. The smell immediately assaulted his nose, the smell of sex. There was enough light for him to make out the two figures wrapped around each other, in the middle of the big bed. The bed he had shared with Angel just last night. They were lying in the middle, nude, pale bodies shining in the light coming from the open door. He couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began they were that entwined around each other. Alex was biting his lip to keep from crying out. Something must have disturbed the lovers, because they began to rouse. Alex couldn’t stop the tears streaming down his face.

The hyena was howling in his mind. {{our mate-kill the other-protect the alpha-kill}} Alex got far enough into the room to snatch his wallet, then took off running. He made it to the stairs before he heard Angel call his name. Down the stairs and out the front door he ran. He didn’t know where he was headed, just that he had to leave. {{our mate-rejected-not good enough-no pack-outcast}} Alex rubbed the bruise on his neck, the mark that Angel had made just this afternoon. Now it meant nothing, he was without pack, without family again. He flagged down they first cab he found and asked to be taken to the nearest bar.


The smell of Alex coming into the room had roused Angel. He sniffed at the air trying to figure out what was bothering him. Salt, tears, Alex had been crying. He could smell the stink of despair in the room. Then it hit him, what it must have looked like when Alex opened the door and saw the two of them lying there. Angel yelled Alex’s name as he ran into the hallway, not caring that he was naked. He heard the front door slam and knew he was too late to catch the boy, his boy.

“SPIKE, wake up. We’ve got a problem.”

“Wha..shit, Peaches let me sleep. Tired.” Spike slurred.

“William, get up. Alex just ran out of the hotel.”

“Why should I care about some bloke named Alex?”

“Oh hell, I forgot you slept through it. Xander wants to forget his life in Sunnydale and has decided that Xander exists no more. He prefers to be called Alex now, a new name for a new life. He was just in here and saw us..like this. Wil, he accepted me as his pack leader today. I marked him, a pack mark, not a claiming. Last night we..we..damn, the boy probably thinks I’ve rejected him. There’s no telling what he’ll do. The hyena has been so close to the surface since he got here with you.” Angel was beginning to panic. Alex knew nothing about LA, the only person he really knew was Cordy and Angel doubted he would run to her. While he had been explaining to Spike, he was getting dressed. “Wil, we have to find him, this could be the last straw for him. He’s lost his Sunnydale family and he was so happy today, he found a new family.”

“The whelp wouldn’t do anything stupid, sire. He has good self-preservation instincts.”

“William, you didn’t see him when he carried you into the hotel. You didn’t see him kneel next to you crying, because he was afraid he was too late. Afraid that you were going to die. I was not the only one that fed you that night. Alex fed you as well. He cut his own wrist and offered it to you. He lay in this bed, next to you all night and most of the next day, afraid to leave you. He talked to you, continuously, because he decided you might be able to hear him. He promised to kill everyone in the Initiative for you. He told you he would torture them for you. You could tell him what to do and he’d do it, for you, William. Xander Harris, the Slayer’s white knight is willing to torture and kill humans for you. And now he thinks we’ve..I’ve rejected him. Wil, he’s e one on the streets of LA, unmarked, unclaimed.”

“Shit, hurry up then, let’s get going. Angel, get your gear on and let’s go find him. And he doesn’t leave this hotel again till he’s marked, proper. If you don’t do it, I will.” Angel turned on Spike, game-faced and growling. “Figured that was the way it was, Peaches. We’re gonna have to make the boy understand about sires and childer, it has nothing to do with a mate. You do want him as a mate, don’t you? I won’t step aside for anything less.”

“YOU won’t step aside? Childe, you forget your place.”

“YOU gave the whelp to me, remember? Hell, every time I’ve been in Sunnydale, I tried to watch out for him. Not easy, I tell you, what with him being Slayer’s favorite bait. Sire, I care for the boy, but not enough to take him as a mate. And from what you said, I’d have to fight you for him. You’re his alpha, I’d have to defeat you to get him to accept me now.”

“I do want to claim him. I didn’t realize how much until now. I want to mate claim Alex, not just mark him. Wil, it isn’t just me. Angelus wants the boy; he’s always wanted him. I know he wants me, but there could be a problem. I’ve smelled his arousal when he’s with you, too. I think our boy wants the both of us. Uh, William, you might want to get some clothes on, too.”

Spike looked down at his body. “Sire, you ripped up my jeans up. Where’s my other clothes?”

“They may be in Alex’s car. Things have happened so fast that nothing was unpacked. You clean up and I’ll go check and bring whatever I find up here.” Angel pulled on his boots and headed down to the parking garage. Alex’s car wasn’t locked and he found all of their stuff in plastic bags in the back seat. Not knowing what was in any of them, Angel grabbed them all and carried them back upstairs.

“I don’t know whose is whose, it’s all jumbled up in here. He must have gotten ready to leave in a hurry. Wil, iss evs everything the boy owns?” Spike was going through the sacks looking for his own stuff.

“Yeah, pretty much. He don’t own much. Lived in his parents basement, called it an apartment, they did. Charged the boy rent, stupid wankers. It was a damp, dark, smelly place, not much better than my crypt. He had a small stereo and a cheap television too. He must have left those.”

“No, they’re in the car. Cheap is the right word. Is everything he owns old or second hand?” Angel was getting a different picture of Alex, he wasn’t like Willow or Buffy as Angel had always believed. He wasn’t raised the way they were. Angelus had always considered them typical spoilt, American teenagers. Too many things, too much money and wanting for nothing. Evidently, he had a lot to learn about the boy that he wanted to claim as his. Spike had finally found some of his own clothes and was dressed and ready to go, thankfully, Angel had found Spike’s boots in the car as well.

“Let’s go, Peaches. We need to find our boy. What about your humans, can they help?”

“Hell, I forgot about Gunn. He’s on patrol with his people tonight.” Angel grabbed his cell phone and punched in the code for Gunn.

Gunn answered abruptly, “Yeah, what do you want?”

“Gunn, its Angel. We have problem. Alex saw something and misunderstood..he..well, he took off and we need to find him. Will you and your people keep an eye out for him? He’s really upset and probably angry. He doesn’t know LA at all and we’re the only people he knows here. No, I don’t think he’d go to Cordy. What happened is kind of personal.”

“Spike and I are headed out now. Yes, I’ll remember the cell phone. Yes, Gunn, I’ll even remember to turn it on.” Spike was waiting for Angel downrs, rs, pacing through the lobby. He felt alive again. He hadn’t felt this way since the night those bastard soldiers had grabbed him. The repressed rage was boiling, right under the surface, ready to erupt. A hunt, even one for Xander, was just what he needed. It had been almost a century since he had hunted with his sire.

The cab stopped at a small run down bar. The taxi driver turned around and looked at the young man, “This is Morvack’s, it’s a local place, nothing fancy but the people are friendly. It’s a mixed bar though, will that bother you?”

“Mixed how?”

“Human and demon. They both come here to relax and have a few. That’s one of the reasons it’s so peaceful, nobody wants to upset the regulars.”

“Nah, mixed won’t bother me. Hell, I was practically born on top of the hellmouth. Sunnydale, born and bred, that’s me. There’s not much I haven’t seen, although I am usually fighting the demons not drinking with them.”

“That’s the hellmouth for you. It draws the more worst types. You won’t have any problem here.” The cabby handed him a card. “This is my hack number and the dispatch phone number. When you get ready to leave give me a call, I’m on all night.”

Alex shook hands with the cab driver, paid him and got out of the cab. He stood there for a minute after the cab drove away and just looked at the bar. [[What the hell. Might as well go in, it’s not like anyone cares where the hell I’m at.]] Alex pushed open the door and went it. He had been warned, but it still surprised him to see demons and humans sitting together, laughing and joking around. In the back there was a mixed group playing poker. Alex walked over too the bar and grabbed a stool. “I’ll have a beer, whatever’s on tap.” He was already reaching for his wallet.

“Son, I’m gonna have to see some ID, you don’t look a day over 18.” Alex took his ID out of the wallet and handed it to the bartender. There was no way he would be able to tell it was a fake. It had been expensive, but he needed it to work. He had paid good money for a really excellent forgery. “Well, who am I to argue with a good ID?” and turned around to draw a beer for Alex.

Three hours, six beers and eight shots of Tequila later, Alex was drunk. The old-timers in the bar were enjoying talking to the boy. He was regaling them with stories of happenings on the hellmouth, including various tales of the Slayer.

“I swear, I..mmm..I’m not lying, we…we’d jus’ fought this really, really big green hairy thing. Oops, don’ wanna insult nobodies but it was a demony some kinda thing. We gets the nasties in gooood ole Sunnyhell. Anyway, we’d jus’ fought this, this thingie and it went ‘whoooosh’ and ‘sploded. We was covered in the green, slimy…stuff and the only thing the stupid Slayer can do is bitch cause, cause the poor baby broked a fingernail. We’d almost died, we was covered with slimy stuff and she broked a finger nail and the damn things weren’t even hers, they was fake. She…she does shit like that, stupid Slayer.” The drunken boy amused the demons in the group. They enjoyed the tales of the Slayer. He told humorous stories and kept apologizing for them being about demon fighting. He was a cute little human.

“So the Slayer isn’t so tough, eh?” This was a new voice. Alex looked up with drink blurred eyes at the newcomer. His senses might have been anesthetized but he knew a vamp when he saw one, especially when he wasn’t seeing him in the bar mirror.

“Nope, not what I said. Buff’s plenty tough, staked Dracula’s ass, didn’t she? Killed the Master too. A course, he killed her first. Di..did I tell youse guys it was me brought her back? Yep, zeppo boy brung the Slayer back to life..stupid bitch.”

“Boy, I think you are making up your little stories.” The vampire had moved closer and leaned in toward Alex.

“Nope, don’t have to. An..Angel couldn’t breathe air into her, so I had to. Back up, you’re too close. You don’t scare me. Met Angelus an..and I know Spike, you know, he’s William the fuckin’ Bloody. Even know crazy Dru. You know she likes me? I’m her Dark Kitten. So you better leave me ‘lone.” Tears were escaping from the drunken boys eyes, “Jus’ leave me alone, okay? Wanna get drunk and forget. Don’t wanna fight right now. Gotta wait and fight the ‘nitiative.” At that word, the demons in the bar drew back away from the boy.

“What do you know about that..that abomination?” A very large horned demon grabbed Alex by the arm and spun him around.

“Ow, le’ go. Hate ‘em, gonna take ‘em down. We gonna show them soldier-boys. I..I gotta go now, okay? Call this for me and tell ‘em I gotta go now.” Alex handed the bartender the card the cabby had given him and laid his head down on the bar. When the vampire move toward the boy, the bartender pulled out a wooden stake.

“Just leave the boy alone. He isn’t for you and don’t tell me you can’t smell two masters on him. I don’t want them coming here and taking my place apart, because you couldn’t control yourself and their pet got hurt.” The vampire shrugged his shoulders and walked off. The bartender called the number on the card and told them to have the same driver come pick the boy up. He was a good customer, so they didn’t mind sending a particualr driver. He always used them to drive his ‘too drunk to walk’ customers home, demons didn’t bother them.

When the boy wasn’t waiting at the curb, the cab driver went into the bar. The boy was sitting at the bar with his head resting on his crossed arms, passed out. “Hey Mor, he had enough, huh? Knew you’d take care of the kid.”

“Good thing you dropped him here. No telling what would have happened to him somewhere else. As it is, I had to threaten that vamp, Michaels. Was getting a little too close to the kid. Hell, you can smell the vamp on him, idiot was still going for him.”

“It’s worse than that, I picked him up in front of the old Hyperion.”

“Shit, the demon hunter? That must be the vamp he reeks of. I knew it was an old one but never figured it was Angel.”

‘I picked up a few rumors tonight. Seems that Angel is on a tear, all over town, searching for something or someone. They say there’s another master hunting with him, a bleach blonde in a leather duster.”

“WILLIAM THE BLOODY! Shit, that’s just what this town needed. Are your sources sure it was Angel, not Angelus? The boy was rambling about going to take on the Initiative. Do you think, maybe, the demon hunts ins in on it?”

“Yeah, they’re sure it was Angel. I figure they’re looking for the boy, so I’m taking him back there. We’ll just wait and see about the other. If Angel and his childe take the soldiers on, I know some who’d probably help.” The driver shook Alex, trying to wake the boy up. “Come on, sleeping beauty, time to go home.”

Alex took a half-hearted swing at him, “Got no home. Pack leader don’t want me, nobody wants me. Might as well be dead.”

“Come on boy, it’ll get better when your head clears. Up we go, let’s get you to the cab. I’ll catch ya’ later, Mor.” The driver had Alex under the arms and was walking him to the waiting cab. He carefully put the boy in the back and took off for the Hyperion.

“What we doin’ here? Don’ wanna be here.” Alex was stubbornly refusing to get out of the cab. “Wait, gotta car. Take me to th..the garage thingie, over there. I got a car in there.”

“Son, you don’t need to be driving. You’ve had way to much tonight.”

“Not gonna drive, got no keys. But it’s mine and I’ll sleep in it. Hell with Angel, Spike can have ‘em.” Alex was crying again. He didn’t want Spike to have Angel. He wanted him. He needed him. He pulled out some money and handed it to the driver. “This ‘nuf?” It wasn’t but the driver just wanted to get the boy delivered safely.

“Sure, this is plenty. I’m gonna stay right here until I see you get in the car, okay? You crawl in and get some sleep, it’s almost dawn.”

Alex climbed out of the cab slowly, “Thanks, mister. I liked the bar. I never got to talk to demons before. Buffy usually just kills them right away. They were pretty nice. Gonna go to sleep now, tired.” The cab driver watched him climb into the back of the old car and waited till he saw the head and shoulders go down before he pulled away. It had been a long night and he was ready to go home.

Alex wasn’t as tired as he pretended. He knew that there was a bottle of Jack Daniels under his seat. It was Spike’s and had had put it there when the left Sunnydale. He opened it and took a healthy swallow. He needed to think and as was his habit, he headed to the highest place he could get to, taking the bottle with him.


Two hours before dawn and a very agitated Angel was pacing through the Hyperion lobby.y hay had looked everywhere they could think of and no one had seen Alex. Gunn and his crew had showed up and reported that they had not spotted the boy either.

“Angel man, you better hope that boy shows up soon and in good health. If not, I want advanced warning. I do not want to be here when you explain things to Cordy. She’s going to go nuts.” One of Gunn’s boys came in and whispered in his ear. “Angel, you got somebody on your roof. The boys just spotted him.” Angel and Spike took off running with Gunn right behind them. If Angel had had a beating heart it would have stopped when he opened to door to the roof. Alex was walking along the edge, hugging a bottle and singing to himself. Every few steps, he would stumble a bit. Spike tried to go around him and Angel grabbed his arm and stopped him.

“Don’t, William, you’ll startle him. We’re going to have to take this slow.”

“Shit, Sire, we can’t take it to slow, it’s almost dawn. We need to get the whelp down now.”

The three men carefully walked out unto the roof, trying to make no noise. Something must have alerted the drunken youth. He jerked his head up and was looking around.

“Alex, what are you doing up here?” Angel was talking softly.

“Well, well if it ain’t Deadboy and Deadboy junior. Come up to get a little air?” The boy wobbled again and all three men took a deep breath, two unneeded. “Go away, don’t need you. Gon…gonna leave tomorrow. Go….go somewhere, don’t know where.” The tears started to fall again, making it hard for him to focus on the ledge. “Nobody really wants me, never did.”

“Alex, we have to talk about what happened. It..it doesn’t have anything to do with what happened between you and me.”

“BULLSHIT! Gunn, go ‘way..please? Gotta talk to Deadboy. Spikie the Spike can stay cause he’s Angelus’es little boy. I know all about daddies and their little boys.”

Gunn walked backwards to the door and closed it.

“Alex, we need to talk about what..about what you saw. I have to explain about Sires and their childer, what they expect.” Angel was trying to keep the boy talking.

“Just SHUT UP! I know all about that. I know all about daddies that like to fuck their little boys. ‘Be a good little boy’, ‘don’t say anything, it’s our secret’, ‘you belong to me you little bastard’,” Alex was sobbing now, “It hurt, it always hurt. Does he hurt you, Spike? ‘Take it like a man.’ he said. ‘You’re mine, I’ll bend you over and fuck you bloody when ever the hell I want.’ And he did, over and over, and it always hurt, always…Angel?” Alex was unsteady on his feet and having trouble with his balance. Angel was thanking whatever was responsible for vampiric speed as he grabbed Alex’s arm just as his feet went out from under him. He pulled the boy away from the ledge and sat down with him on his lap. Spike sat next to him and kept touching the boy as if to prove to himself he hadn’t gone over the edge.

Angel had tears in his eyes as he rocked the sobbing boy. “It’s alright love, I’ve got you now. I won’t let you go, never. I want you, I’ll always want you.”

“Pet, we’re going to have to talk about this. Angel’s my sire, he’ll always be my sire, but he cares for you, hell, he loves you.” Spike was rubbing up and down Alex’s arm.

Alex looked over a Spike with tear-filled eyes, “Loves me?” He looked at Angel, “Want me?”

“Always.”

“Angel…I don’ feel so good.”

“Sire, get him up, hurry. Xan-pet can’t hold his liquor too good.”

“Not Xan-pet. Alex-pet. Spikie?”

“Yes, pet?”

“Love you too.”

“Come on, Sire, let’s get the boy to bed. It’s been a long night.”

They walked the boy down the stairs and into the bedroom. Angel learned firsthand just how much Alex couldn’t handle his liquor, while he rubbed Alex’s back as his boy worshipped the porcelain goddess. Angel got him cleaned up and carried him to the bed. He laid the boy in the middle. Alex looked up in time to see Spike heading for the door, “Angel? I..I don’t understand everything, yet. But I don’t want Spike to be alone, please?” Angel gently kissed Alex, then went and got his childe. The vampires stripped off and crawled into the bed, flanking the drowsy human. They curled up on either side of him. Angel spooning him, Alex’s back to his front, while Spike threw one arm over Alex’s waist and snuggled up under his chin. Alex reached back, with one hand and cupped Angel’s face and snaked the other around the blonde’s neck. Soon he was lost in sleep, safely surrounded by his pack. His family.