Sacrifice
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BtVS Crossovers › Misc - Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
13,270
Reviews:
6
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 6: Rescued From Dreaming
Chapter 6: Rescued From Dreaming
His arms were stred ned near to breaking point and blood tinged tears fell in a steady stream down his cheeks. He had bitten through his lip to contain his screams. Trying with all his might not to give in to what the bastard wanted.
His back arched under the force of another blow. He had no idea what he was being hit with. It didn't feel like the whip the man had been using earlier, but what it was he had no idea.
"Mmm. This doesn't seem to be working. I'm not getting my screams. That will never do. I need my screams and my tears," The man whispered hotly in his ear. Xander shuddered and tried to jerk away. Cursing the man with everything inside him.
He heard the rasp of a zipper seconds before his hips were grabbed and his ass cheeks were forced apart. Xander shook his head in denial and screamed as his body was speared.
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Spike spun and faced the boy on the bed, moving to him before any of the others could. Taking the boy's hand in his own he began to croon softly to him. "Wake up, love, you're safe. Spike's got ya. No one here will hurt you. Wake up, Xander. WAKE UP!" He ordered.
Xander gasped harshly and his eyes flew open. Looking around in confusion, his eyes fell on Spike and then on his parents. He shivered uncontrollably and tried to figure out where he was. When he saw that Oz and Deadboy were in the room, he tried to figure out why.
"Willow. Momma, Willow?" he gasped out. He struggled to sit up.
"Shh...little one, your Willow is safe and sound," Francesca soothed. She turned to Angel and ordered him to go and get Willow. Angel quickly left the room to do as he was bid.
Moments later Willow and Angel were back in the room. Willow spared a glare for Oz before taking Spike's place at Xander's side. When Xander saw her, tears spilled down his face. "My Willow. Buffy?" he asked.
"She's fine, we have her next door. She's sleeping," Willow soothed.
"Giles and the others?" he rasped.
"They're all right. We're all okay. Sweetie, I need to know who hurt you," she told him gently.
The three men who thought they knew the pair were confused by their interaction and more than a little jealous. "It hurt, Wills...I tried not to scream...but it hurt..." His words faded away and Tony snapped the back off the chair he was leaning against.
"I know, baby. You're strong though, and you're brave," Willow soothed.
"I don't feel brave...I-I cried," Xander confessed as though his crying were a sin.
"Of course you cried, no one thinks badly of you for it. No one," Willow told him fiercely.
"He said he wanted the strongest, but I told I wasn't the strongest. He was going to kill everyone. I had to go with him. I was so scared...thought I'd lost you all," Xander told her, his eyes drifting shut as he once again slid into oblivion.
Willow clung to his hand and sobbed. Angel pressed Spike's face into his chest as the younger vampire began to howl. Rage and pain rippled through the air as Spike mourned for the pain his mate had suffered.
Oz pulled Willow into his arms. There were tears in his eyes as well. He was grateful that Willow didn't pull away from him. Instead, she burrowed closer to his chest and wept.
Francesca held tightly to her son's hand as her husband stood behind her, embracing her. "Tony, I want you to put the word out to t he demon community. I want whoever is leading those demons found. Let it be known that if they do not come to us with a name within the next 24 hours we will declare war on the demon community of Sunnydale and no one will escape our wrath." The others looked at her and they all shivered in fear. Sunnydale's demon community may very well be dead by this time tomorrow.
Angel sincerely hoped that someone came forward with the information. He knew people in the community, not all of them were evil, but somehow he doubted Francesca would care. He only knew of one other occurrence of a child of the Enforcers being harmed. The parents had hunted the perpetrators down for nearly a year. In their wake they left death and devastation. To this day that incident was used to scare demon children into obedience.
His arms were stred ned near to breaking point and blood tinged tears fell in a steady stream down his cheeks. He had bitten through his lip to contain his screams. Trying with all his might not to give in to what the bastard wanted.
His back arched under the force of another blow. He had no idea what he was being hit with. It didn't feel like the whip the man had been using earlier, but what it was he had no idea.
"Mmm. This doesn't seem to be working. I'm not getting my screams. That will never do. I need my screams and my tears," The man whispered hotly in his ear. Xander shuddered and tried to jerk away. Cursing the man with everything inside him.
He heard the rasp of a zipper seconds before his hips were grabbed and his ass cheeks were forced apart. Xander shook his head in denial and screamed as his body was speared.
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Spike spun and faced the boy on the bed, moving to him before any of the others could. Taking the boy's hand in his own he began to croon softly to him. "Wake up, love, you're safe. Spike's got ya. No one here will hurt you. Wake up, Xander. WAKE UP!" He ordered.
Xander gasped harshly and his eyes flew open. Looking around in confusion, his eyes fell on Spike and then on his parents. He shivered uncontrollably and tried to figure out where he was. When he saw that Oz and Deadboy were in the room, he tried to figure out why.
"Willow. Momma, Willow?" he gasped out. He struggled to sit up.
"Shh...little one, your Willow is safe and sound," Francesca soothed. She turned to Angel and ordered him to go and get Willow. Angel quickly left the room to do as he was bid.
Moments later Willow and Angel were back in the room. Willow spared a glare for Oz before taking Spike's place at Xander's side. When Xander saw her, tears spilled down his face. "My Willow. Buffy?" he asked.
"She's fine, we have her next door. She's sleeping," Willow soothed.
"Giles and the others?" he rasped.
"They're all right. We're all okay. Sweetie, I need to know who hurt you," she told him gently.
The three men who thought they knew the pair were confused by their interaction and more than a little jealous. "It hurt, Wills...I tried not to scream...but it hurt..." His words faded away and Tony snapped the back off the chair he was leaning against.
"I know, baby. You're strong though, and you're brave," Willow soothed.
"I don't feel brave...I-I cried," Xander confessed as though his crying were a sin.
"Of course you cried, no one thinks badly of you for it. No one," Willow told him fiercely.
"He said he wanted the strongest, but I told I wasn't the strongest. He was going to kill everyone. I had to go with him. I was so scared...thought I'd lost you all," Xander told her, his eyes drifting shut as he once again slid into oblivion.
Willow clung to his hand and sobbed. Angel pressed Spike's face into his chest as the younger vampire began to howl. Rage and pain rippled through the air as Spike mourned for the pain his mate had suffered.
Oz pulled Willow into his arms. There were tears in his eyes as well. He was grateful that Willow didn't pull away from him. Instead, she burrowed closer to his chest and wept.
Francesca held tightly to her son's hand as her husband stood behind her, embracing her. "Tony, I want you to put the word out to t he demon community. I want whoever is leading those demons found. Let it be known that if they do not come to us with a name within the next 24 hours we will declare war on the demon community of Sunnydale and no one will escape our wrath." The others looked at her and they all shivered in fear. Sunnydale's demon community may very well be dead by this time tomorrow.
Angel sincerely hoped that someone came forward with the information. He knew people in the community, not all of them were evil, but somehow he doubted Francesca would care. He only knew of one other occurrence of a child of the Enforcers being harmed. The parents had hunted the perpetrators down for nearly a year. In their wake they left death and devastation. To this day that incident was used to scare demon children into obedience.