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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
9,598
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
6
Chapter 6
Angel drummed his fingers on the desk, earning a raised eye from one Cordelia Chase. “If you don’t stop that, I’ll be forced to take my self out to lunch with your credit card.” He sighed. “Look, broody-boy, you’ve already done everything you can: You’ve got contacts looking for the bleached freak, why, I have *no* clue, especially after that whole ‘hot poker’ episode. I mean, rude much?” He glanced at the brunette secretary, who was examining her nails with a wrinkled nose.
“It’s more complicated than that, Cordelia…”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it: He’s family, yadda, yadda; you made him, yadda, yadda, and so on. But what I want to know is: If he’s soortaortant to you, why didn’t you bring him back with you when he was first chipped?”
He straightened defensively. “Cordy – I didn’t find out about his chip until after he disappeared. You tha that.”
“Uh uh, mister. When you came back from helping Crybuffy in Sunnydale a few months ago, you mentioned – in between *way* too much brooding, might I add – that Spike had been tied up in a chair at Giles’ house.”
*Where is she going with this?* “Uh, yeah, but what does that have to do with me knowing about Spike’s chip?”
Dropping her head, she glared at him from beneath raised brows. “Duh, Angel. I swear, you wouldn’t get a *thing* done without me here – you should pay me more, you know that, right?.”
Between Cordelia’s indecipherable words and Angelus’ boiling anger, Angel was quickly loosing patience. He growled between clenched teeth: “Cordy…”
“Didn’t you find it odd that Spike was *tied up* and not dusty? Or did you just think he’d joined Blood Drinker’s Anonymous and Giles had agreed to be his sponsor? All I’m saying is that if you’d really cared, you’d have found out *then* what was happening. I mean, you said Xander knew you were there – why didn’t you ask him?”
Angel was sick. It was so obvious. He’d be so wrapped up in his grief over seeing Buffy that he didn’t even notice the waves of pain and fear rolling off his Favorite Childe. He could feel them now: subtle ripples in the back of his mind that, if he’d paid any attention at all, would have been nothing short of obvious.
His boy was in trouble, and it was all his fault. Snatching up his coat, he ran out the door. He had to find his Childe.
“Uh! Rude much?” Huffing, Cordelia yelled after him, “You’re welcome, by the way!” She then went back to filing her nails, contemplating her impending pay raise.
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Once again, he awoke as an exhibit. *Wonder who’s come to gawk now?* In lieu of movement, he sniffed the air. It was….*What the fuck?* He leapt up, cracking his head on the metal bars he’d forgotten existed. He didn’t feel the pain.
“Angel?” Relief flooded him – Angel *had* come for him. “Well, it’s about time you showed up, Peaches, I was beginning to get a cramp sitting in this fucking cage all day long.” Angel didn’t speak, but cocked his head, as if considering some macabre painting. “Earth to Angel? Come on, you big wanker, snap out of it – I wanna get outta here.”
“That’s no way to be speaking to your Sire, is it William?”
Spike was taken aback. It couldn’t be. “Angelus? Sire, is it really you?” He scrambled towards the older vampire, reaching through the bars towards his salvation. “Angelus?” He cursed himself as he felt his voice crack.
“What’s the matter, boy? Gonna cry?” It *was* Angelus, but it wasn’t *his* Angelus – it was the same cruel vampire the slayer had loosed when she’d fucked Angel two years ago.
“Angelus, please! Help me out of here!” He was frantic, pressing against the bars as if he could simply pass through them. Angelus smirked. “Why should I?”
He felt the blood draining from his face.
“You seem to have a pretty good set-up here: free blood, a cock up your ass – you smell like a whorehouse, by the way – what more could you want? Oh, let me guess. You want *me*. You *love* me. I thought we’d been through this before, but since you’re so thick, we’ll try it again. We’re vampires – we don’t love, William. I don’t love you. I’ve never loved you and I never will.”
He couldn’t feel his arms or legs.
Angelus continued, “You were just a convenient fuck – a wanton little bitch that catered to my every whim so I’d fuck you into the ground. But hey, times change – I get that; you’ve got your gig, and it will be easy enough to find another whore like yourself to dance on my cock.”
The numbness was spreading towards his chest.
“Don’t look like that, boy. It’s not the end of the world.” *But it is…*
Angelus strode around the cage, considering him once again. “You know, you really do have a great ass, but I wouldn’t think of fucking you again. You see, Willie-boy, you’re not beneath me.” A question flared in tearful blue eyes. “You’re nothing.” With that, his Sire, his Maker, his Father, his *Everything*, walked away.
He sat back, withdrawing into himself as everything that he had been, died.
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“Well, you’ve certainly held up your end of the bargain, Mr. Rayne. He bought it completely.” Riley grinned mischievously.
Ethan smiled smugly. “As I assured you it would – even a vampire couldn’t see through that glamour. Now, I believe there is a release we have to discuss?”
“Absolutely. I have a few details to work out, but I’ll be back at 0300 hours – be ready then.” With that Riley Finn left, whistling amusedly.
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Angel drummed his fingers on the desk, earning a raised eye from one Cordelia Chase. “If you don’t stop that, I’ll be forced to take my self out to lunch with your credit card.” He sighed. “Look, broody-boy, you’ve already done everything you can: You’ve got contacts looking for the bleached freak, why, I have *no* clue, especially after that whole ‘hot poker’ episode. I mean, rude much?” He glanced at the brunette secretary, who was examining her nails with a wrinkled nose.
“It’s more complicated than that, Cordelia…”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it: He’s family, yadda, yadda; you made him, yadda, yadda, and so on. But what I want to know is: If he’s soortaortant to you, why didn’t you bring him back with you when he was first chipped?”
He straightened defensively. “Cordy – I didn’t find out about his chip until after he disappeared. You tha that.”
“Uh uh, mister. When you came back from helping Crybuffy in Sunnydale a few months ago, you mentioned – in between *way* too much brooding, might I add – that Spike had been tied up in a chair at Giles’ house.”
*Where is she going with this?* “Uh, yeah, but what does that have to do with me knowing about Spike’s chip?”
Dropping her head, she glared at him from beneath raised brows. “Duh, Angel. I swear, you wouldn’t get a *thing* done without me here – you should pay me more, you know that, right?.”
Between Cordelia’s indecipherable words and Angelus’ boiling anger, Angel was quickly loosing patience. He growled between clenched teeth: “Cordy…”
“Didn’t you find it odd that Spike was *tied up* and not dusty? Or did you just think he’d joined Blood Drinker’s Anonymous and Giles had agreed to be his sponsor? All I’m saying is that if you’d really cared, you’d have found out *then* what was happening. I mean, you said Xander knew you were there – why didn’t you ask him?”
Angel was sick. It was so obvious. He’d be so wrapped up in his grief over seeing Buffy that he didn’t even notice the waves of pain and fear rolling off his Favorite Childe. He could feel them now: subtle ripples in the back of his mind that, if he’d paid any attention at all, would have been nothing short of obvious.
His boy was in trouble, and it was all his fault. Snatching up his coat, he ran out the door. He had to find his Childe.
“Uh! Rude much?” Huffing, Cordelia yelled after him, “You’re welcome, by the way!” She then went back to filing her nails, contemplating her impending pay raise.
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Once again, he awoke as an exhibit. *Wonder who’s come to gawk now?* In lieu of movement, he sniffed the air. It was….*What the fuck?* He leapt up, cracking his head on the metal bars he’d forgotten existed. He didn’t feel the pain.
“Angel?” Relief flooded him – Angel *had* come for him. “Well, it’s about time you showed up, Peaches, I was beginning to get a cramp sitting in this fucking cage all day long.” Angel didn’t speak, but cocked his head, as if considering some macabre painting. “Earth to Angel? Come on, you big wanker, snap out of it – I wanna get outta here.”
“That’s no way to be speaking to your Sire, is it William?”
Spike was taken aback. It couldn’t be. “Angelus? Sire, is it really you?” He scrambled towards the older vampire, reaching through the bars towards his salvation. “Angelus?” He cursed himself as he felt his voice crack.
“What’s the matter, boy? Gonna cry?” It *was* Angelus, but it wasn’t *his* Angelus – it was the same cruel vampire the slayer had loosed when she’d fucked Angel two years ago.
“Angelus, please! Help me out of here!” He was frantic, pressing against the bars as if he could simply pass through them. Angelus smirked. “Why should I?”
He felt the blood draining from his face.
“You seem to have a pretty good set-up here: free blood, a cock up your ass – you smell like a whorehouse, by the way – what more could you want? Oh, let me guess. You want *me*. You *love* me. I thought we’d been through this before, but since you’re so thick, we’ll try it again. We’re vampires – we don’t love, William. I don’t love you. I’ve never loved you and I never will.”
He couldn’t feel his arms or legs.
Angelus continued, “You were just a convenient fuck – a wanton little bitch that catered to my every whim so I’d fuck you into the ground. But hey, times change – I get that; you’ve got your gig, and it will be easy enough to find another whore like yourself to dance on my cock.”
The numbness was spreading towards his chest.
“Don’t look like that, boy. It’s not the end of the world.” *But it is…*
Angelus strode around the cage, considering him once again. “You know, you really do have a great ass, but I wouldn’t think of fucking you again. You see, Willie-boy, you’re not beneath me.” A question flared in tearful blue eyes. “You’re nothing.” With that, his Sire, his Maker, his Father, his *Everything*, walked away.
He sat back, withdrawing into himself as everything that he had been, died.
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“Well, you’ve certainly held up your end of the bargain, Mr. Rayne. He bought it completely.” Riley grinned mischievously.
Ethan smiled smugly. “As I assured you it would – even a vampire couldn’t see through that glamour. Now, I believe there is a release we have to discuss?”
“Absolutely. I have a few details to work out, but I’ll be back at 0300 hours – be ready then.” With that Riley Finn left, whistling amusedly.
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