Breaking away

((Sorry it took a bit to get this one finished. This chapter was proving to be rather stubborn. Again if someone wants to Beta for me mail me at Ryuji_nl@hotmail.com. I would appreciate it.))

There was a faint ringing sound somewhere. He turned around in a show of defiance and cuddled closer into the lukewarm body next to him. "Spike." There was a familiar sleepy voice in his ear but he ignored it as he nuzzled into the chest in front of his face. "'M tired damn it and there's no bleedin' way the ringing noise 's gonna win. Not movin'. Not one bleedin' inch." He heard a chuckle as the body that had been wrapped around him pulled away. Angel ruffled his childe's hair as he answered the blonde's cell phone. "Angel here." Spike swatted at his hand and scowled at him. With a low growl he turned his back on his sire and resolutely buried his face in the mass of pillows.

He ignored his Sire. His mind racing while he went over the events of the night before. He wondered what it had meant. Angelus genuinely seemed contrite over what he had done to him. And where the bleedin' hell had Angelus come from anyway. It's not like the ponce had gone off to Sunnyhell and shagged the slayer. And why was the poof here now. Not like they sold those orbs thingies at every bloody street corner. Though the dark avenger team might have a couple lying around just in case. Seemed that the bloody soul took a vacation more often these days.

And why the hell had the ponce not pushed him away as soon as he woke up. Not like the soulful basterd had ever given a fuck about his not so soulful childer. He ignored the stab of pain that the thought gave him. Spike had gotten used to ignoring those. Felt a lot of those these days. Not that he blamed them all for hating him. Hell. He couldn't stand himself these days. Not like he was worth anything. Just another waste of space. Slayer was right about that. His own Sire had abandoned him. After a hundred years with Dru she hadn't even given him a backwards glance. Not much worth to stick around with. Seems that his embrace hadn't changed that. Never was very lovable to begin with. His mum being the only one.

So why did Angelus seem so bothered by what had happened to him. And why had Angel. Although the later seemed easy. Poof probably felt responsible for him. As soon as he was healed up he would probably kick him to the curb. Hopefully with a couple bags of blood and some money. He'd just have to go along with what he wanted until then. Angelus was never one for guilt though. Probably pissed that someone else had dared to hurt him. Possessive basterd that he was. Didn't explain why he had given him his blood though. He wasn't as stupid to believe that Angelus actually loved him. But maybe... Maybe he still cared for him. Only if it was just a little.

He quickly repressed the last thought. Angelus wouldn't care for him. He certainly didn't care for himself. His sire had never tolerated weaklings or those that were beneath him. And right now Spike couldn't even defend himself from humans or feed himself. Don't get much more pathetic then that. Even if he had been remotely likeable and he had already established that he wasn't. Hell he depended on a teenage girl for the odd stray scrap of affection.

For the millionth time he wished he hadn't made that soddin' promise to the slayer so he could just walk out into the sun instead of being forced to hang on to that last thread of unlife until the nibblet died or abandoned him too. Although the latter probably meant that he wouldn't have to hang on much longer. He was pretty sure she'd dumb him as soon as the slayer actually noticed her again.

He was started from his thoughts when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up only to wince away again as soon as he saw Angel's hand coming towards his face. He closed his eyes, expecting to be hit or worse. When after a while the blow didn't come he opened his eyes again only to come face to face with a look of fury in his grandsire's eyes. His whole body stiffened immediately. It was always worse when you tried to duck away from the blows.

Angel bit back his fury even as Angelus howled in his ears. Instead he forced himself to calm down and cautiously ran his fingers through his grandchilde's blonde hair. "I'm not going to hurt you childe." He said softly. "Come here." He patted his lap after he sat down. Spike just snorted but did as he was told. Crawling closer and sitting next to him. Angel hauled him into his lap so he was cradled against his chest instead. "What did the bit want. No troubles I hope." Angel stroked his hair and shook his head. "No. She wondered why you didn't answer. She threatened to set me on fire if I did anything to hurt you though." Spike smiled slightly. "Figures. Fierce little chit isn't she? Got stones that one."

"I called Sunnydale last night." He felt Spike stiffen at that but continued on regardless. "Seems that they haven’t taken care of you like they promised me they would." He knew Spike was frowning even if he couldn't see his face at the moment. "Why the bloody hell would they promise you that?" The dark haired vampire pressed a kiss on the top of his childe's head. "Did you really believe I would have left you there in sunnydale when I heard about the chip if Rupert hadn't promised me that you would be safe and fed. He told me that you were helping him fight and that they could use you there. However since they failed in their promise you will be staying here." Spike tried to pull away from him but he held on.

"The bloody hell I will. Since when do you care. Either of you. 'S not like either one of you have wanted me the past hundred years. Can take care of meself so why don't you take your soddin' guilt and fuck off." He winced as Spike digged a bony elbow in his stomach but held on. When his childe had finally exhausted himself he turned him around so he could face him. "I'm not doing this out of sense of guilt or responsibility Spike." He used a nail to cut his wrist and presented it to his child. "Feed. We can talk more later." His childe glared at him but did as he was told. When he had eaten his fill he lowered his childe back on the bed and tucked him in. "Rest now little one. I'll still be here later as long as Cordelia doesn't have another vision."