A Sires Revenge: For My Childe

TITLE: A Sire’s Revenge: For my Childe
: 1/: 1/?
AUTHOR: Cath
PAIRING: Angel/Spike/Xander eventually
RATING: NC-17 eventually
SPOILERS: None
SUMMARY: What if when Spike got chipped Xander got pissed and took him to Angel?
Canon? What canon? I don’t see no stinkin’ canon.
FEEDBACK: Please, my self-esteem will thank you.
DISCLAIMER: I want but I can’t have, they belong to Joss and Mutant Enemy. No money, no infringement, just wanna have fun with them for awhile.
THANKS to Jericho for the wonderful job Beta-ing for me. You really helped improve the story.

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Xander didn’t know how much longer he could take it. Since escaping from the Initiative, Spike hadn’t left Xander’s basement apartment. He wouldn’t feed, he wouldn’t talk and he wouldn’t go out. He just sat huddled in the darkest corner of the basement and refused to move. The vampire was dying and Xander didn’t know how to stop it. At night Xander couldn’t stand to watch him so he would carefully lift him out of the corner, strip him and put the unresponsive vampire in his bed. In the morning Spike would be dressed and back in, what Xander had started to refer to as, his corner. He would try to talk to the gang again tonight and get them to help him but he didn’t think Buffy would be willing to help. After all, her new boytoy was one of the bastards that did this to Spike. What had they called it, oh yeah, neutrali the the hostile. Hell, Xander knew all demons weren’t evil, that was just bullshit. But to Buffy and Willow, it was the gospel according to Riley. He knew Giles didn’t believe it so why hadn’t he said something about it. Giles knew some demons; he had a demon that owed him a favor. Okay, so he wasn’t exactly supposed to know that. He couldn’t help it if he was behind a bookshelf when the demon came to talk to “Rupert”. He hated to leave Spike alone but he need to go to the M Box Box and talk to the gang.

He could see through the Magic Box window that the girls were already there, but luckily he didn’t see Riley. He called out as he walked in, “Never fear ladies, the Xan-man is here! What’s on the agenda? What’s in town for slayage tonight? Listen, if it’s going to be a quiet night, I need to talk to you about something.” Walking out of the office, Giles caught the end of Xander’s babbled request to talk

“What’s seems to be the problem tonight, Xander?”

“G-man, I have a vampire problem, and I could use some help.”

“Stop right there, Xande,r if this is about Spike again you can forget it. A chipped Spike is a good Spike. He can’t hurt anyone now. Big Bad evil, remember? The vampire that has threatened to kill us at least a dozen times. Riley says that this is the…” Buffy was being her usually, “Riley is always righ,t” self-righteous bitch-self.

“Enough with the Riley speak Buff. Don’t you ever have an opinion of your own anymore? Oh, yeah, that’s right, you never have an opinion. You’re just a little wind up doll, wind you up, and you spout out whatever Giles and the fuck-of-the month tell you to don’t you?” Xander’s head snapped back when Buffy slapped him across the face. “You bitch!!! I’ve had enough of you, of all of you! Willow and Tara are witches; do you think that the soldier boys won’t be after them eventually? Giles, do you stiave ave Eyghon’s mark? Do you still have demons come to visit? What makes you think they won’t come after you too? Especially when they find out you use magic; and what about Ripper? You really think that they’re not going to find out about you and Ethan, what the two of you used to do? I’m not totally stupid, G-man, it was pretty obvious. Do you think the bastards aren’t going to come for me when they find out about the hyena or how about Oz? Willow, did you ever think about Oz and what kind of fun the soldier boys would have with him?” Xander had to stop and catch his breath. Tears of anger were threatening to fall and he didn’t want that to happen in front of the others. He took a deep claming breath before starting in again.
“Did you know they raped Spike? Did you know that Miss I-Know-Everything-In-the-Fucking-World Summers? Did your boytoy bother to tell you what his friends did to someone that couldn’t fight back? Hell, he was probably in on it with them. I think that maybe you’re going to be patrolling alone tonight; I don’t think I can be around any of you without hurling. You all make me sick.” Giles and Willow just stared at the boy in shock. They had never heard Xander this out of control, this upset. Even when the end of the world was near, Xander was steady, he babbled but he stood strong. No, they had never really thought about things Xander brought up in quite that light. Xander had given them quite a bit to think about and maybe even more to worry about.

“Xander please…” Willow was in tears and couldn’t believe it was her friend that was screaming like that at them.

“Please what Willow? Please keep being our errand boy? Please keep being our Donut boy, our Zeppo, our doormat?” Xander was in tears now and wanted to get away from them.

Buffy snarled angrily at Willow “Just let the little prick go, Willow. He won’t be gone long; he needs us more than we ever needed him. Riley and his friends will help me patrol. At least they know how to fight without me having to save them every night. He’ll be crawling back soon enough. He knows he is nothing without me and just maybe there won’t be a place for him when he comes back, begging for our forgiveness.”

Giles just stared at Buffy not believing the venom that was coming out of her mouth. Had she really forgotten how many times Xander had been there for her, for all of them? That it was Xander that brought her back from the dead after the master let her drown? Yes he messed up occasionally, but he was just a boy. Giles began to get a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that they had all messed up very badly tonight.

“I won’t be back, Buffy. You have all made it very clear that I am not welcome here and I’m not needed. I have been with you since the beginning; hell, I was here before you even knew what a hellmouth was. Is loyalty another one of those big words you having trouble with the meaning of? You want the soldier boys, you got ‘em and I hope it all comes back to bite you on that ass your so proud of. You know Spike had it right you really have become Slutty the Vampire Layer.” Xander slammed out of the shop and was gone before the others could move. Willow collapsed into Giles arms crying, while Buffy just stood there looking smug and self-important.

“He’ll be back,” Buffy smirked, but she didn’t really care. It didn’t matter to her if Xander came back or not. She wasn’t giving up Riley, and she wasn’t turning against the Initiative. It was nice not to have to put so much effort into patrolling. She didn’t have to put in so many hours slaying now and she liked that. Maybe now she could have a life. With the commandos all over town every night, she would even have time for fun. No, she wasn’t giving that up for anyone, especially Zeppo-boy.


Xander stormed into the basement raving to himself, “should have known better than to expect help frhem.hem. Willow should know better. Can’lievlieve Buff’s turned into such a bitch. Has she always been like that? Spike re ore outa here. Got to get you some help. Why I am talking to you, you aren’t in there right now are you? But I’ll find you some help, some where. Maybe…you won’t like it I know but I think it’s the only thing. I think we need to head to LA. That’s it, we leave tonight as soon as I pack the car up.” Xander grabbed a plastic bag and started angrily shoving clothesit. it. He packed a few keepsakes he didn’t want to lose and just left the rest of it. Snatching the bag up, he carried it to the car and threw it in the trunk.
Xander thought a minute then took them back out and put them in the back seat. He had to leave room in the trunk in case something happened and he had to put Spike in there to protect him from the sun. He added the tarp his father had once used when the roof leaked. That would also give Spike added protection. He looked around the basement one more time somehow knowing he would never be returning to it. He realized he didn’t really care, it was never home.
Going to the corner, he gently picked up his vampire, carried him to the car and strapped him in the passenger seat. Xander was really terrified that he wouldn’t get him to Angel in time. He didn’t understand why, but he knew he would lose something in himself if he lost the vampire. He pulled out and took off for the freeway. Whe got got to the Welcome to Sunnydale sign, he jerked to a stop in front of it, threw the car in reverse and plowed it down. He gunned the motor and left burnt rubber marks across the falsely cheerful sign. “That’s for you Spike. Fuck ‘em all.” Radio blaring, speeding down the road, Spike left Sunnydale the same way he arrived, he just didn’t know it.

It was a long two-hour drive for Xander. Worrying about Spike and trying to stay awake. He had worked today and was really tired, but he had to get Spike to LA. He knew time was running out for the vampire. Getting to LA was only part of the problem. He had to find the hotel, and then he had to convince Angel not to throw them out. Xander was planning to play the childe card. Surely Angel wouldn’t turn away his childe. Spike had always said that Drusilla was his Sire, but Xander never believed it. Everyone may think he was stupid and clueless, a Zeppo, but he wasn’t. Xander listened, he observed. He paidentiention to people around him and how they acted. He had picked up so many clues from the interaction between the two male vampires that he just knew it wasn’t Drusilla who brought Spike over. She just wasn’t strong, or sane, enough. He would beg Angel if he had too. Someone had to fight for Spike. No one, demon or human should be treated like Spike was. The soldiers had taken away everything from Spike, he couldn’t feed, he couldn’t protect himself. True he been a mean bas, bu, but Xander knew that Spike could have killed every one of the Scoobies pretty much whenever he wanted to. But the point was, he didn’t. For some reason, Spike didn’t realant ant to kill them. Xander was going to do whatever he could to keep the vampire alive, and if that meant begging Angel for help then Xander would beg.

They arrived in LA around midnight, and had to stop at three different places to ask for directions. No one seemed to know where the Hyperion Hotel was. Xander finally stopped at a small convenience store to get something sweet and heavy on the caffeine to keep him awake. The man behind the cou had had to be at least 70; maybe he had heard of the Hyperion.

“Son, I remember it well. It was very uptown and posh in its day. But it fell onto bad times in the forties. Got a name for being haunted and for bringing bad luck. What in the world would you be wantin’ that place for?”

“Friend of mine bought it and asked us to come visit, but I lost the directions and no one seems to have heard of it. I thought we would end up driving all night, and my buddy doesn’t feel to well.”

“Well, it’s really easy, you go left out of here for another 4 blocks, take a right, then go three lights, hook another left, and there she be right in the middle of that block on the left. That’ll be $4.85 for the drink and chips son.” Xander paid the man, popped the top on the soda, and drained it as he walked back to his car. There were two scruffy looking punks leaning on his car.

“Well looky here. Hey, sweet thing, you lookin’ for some fun tonight. Me and my buddy can show you a real good time, two for one. How about it? We can make you howl.”

“Shit, can’t even get away from you fuckers by coming to a different city. You LA fledges are as lame as the Sunnydale nitwits.” Xander dropped the empty can, and casually put his hand in his pocket.

“Sunnydale? You from the hellmouth sweetm”

”

“Yeah know the Slayer too, want me to introduce you? Wait, maybe you two dimwits would just rather meet Mr. Pointy,” Xander had talked long enough to get close to the fledges and the fools didn’t realize it until it was too late and they were dust.

“God, you gotta love fledges.”

Xander brushed off his clothes and got into the car. “Hold on, Spike, we’re almost there. God, this has to work.” Xander knew the main idea of what he needed to do, he just didn’t know if it would work, if Angel would accept him doing the asking, and not Spike. He had to try. If this didn’t work, Xander didn’t know if he could stake Spike or not, but he knew he couldn’t leavm lim like he was. Final death would be far kinder. He followed the directions the old man gave him, and was at the front door of the hotel in 15 minutes.

“Okay. Harris, ShowTime.” Xander took off his shirt then leaned over and removed Spike’s [[God I hope that journal had the procedure for this right]]. He scrunched down in the seat and took off Spike’s Docs. then toed off his worn out sneakers. He had left his socks off knowing he would only have to remove them later. Lastly, he smoothed Spike’s hair down and then ran a comb through his own. [[Have to make this look right, have to make Angel believe I’m serious.]] He got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side. He unbuckled Spike’s seatbelt and lifted the unresponsive vampire to his chest. [[Shit how am I going to open the door?]] The problem was solved for him when a young black man who had turned his head back around to say something to someone in the hotel threw the door open.

“What the fuck? Who in the hell are you?” Gunn stared at the man walking past him, wearing nothing but jeans. Xander didn’t answer; he just walked past him into the hotel lobby. The man followed him back into the hotel and yelled for Angel. Xander just stood in the middle of the lobby and waited. Angel came rushing out of a side room expecting to find them under attack but slowed down when he saw the pair standing in front of him. They looked like something from a painting, the dark haired youth holding the blonde in his arms like an offering. Xander stood perfectly still as the vampire approached him. Wesley had heard the commotion and followed Angel into the lobby and stood behind him. Angel stopped about 20 feet from Xander.

“Xander, what in the hell are you doing here? Is something wrong in Sunnydale…Buffy?” It was then that he looked down in shock at the burden Xander carried; it was his childe. Xander walked slowly forward until he was about six feet from Angel. He laid Spike down on the floor at Angel’s feet, knelt down beside Spike and bowed his head. He heard Wesley gasp, but didn’t look up at him, didn’t move; just knelt in place gathering his courage. His voice rang out as he repeated the words of the rite that was as old as recorded tim
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“Master, I beg the protection of my bloodline. I am William, childe of Angelus, who was childe of Darla, who was sired by Master Aureleus. From their blood I was reborn, from their blood I exist and to them I owe my unlife, my body, my being.” Xander gently turned the unresponsive vampire’s head to expose his neck then laid his head to the side offering up his own neck. “We offer all that we are into your keeping.” Xander closed his eye and waited silently.

“Angel what…”

“Quiet Wesley.”
ngelngel, in game face, knelt down next to Spike and lifted him up. “Childe I accept your offering and give you my protection. From my blood you were reborn, from my blood you exist and to you I give my protection.” Angel gently inserted his fangs in the side of Spike’s neck and drank a small amount. He pulled then out and laved the wounds to stop the blood flow. He could tell his childe was weak and near death, so he had only taken a small swallow. He laid Spike back on the floor reached over him and put his arms around Xander. The exhausted boy couldn’t hold it in any longer. He laid his head on Angel’s chest and sobbed out his pain and his fear.

“Please, Angel, Spike…you have to help Spike. He’s starving, he won’t feed, he won’t talk, he’s dying. Please…” Xander couldn’t stop crying, he was so relieved to have someone that would help him, to not be alone in this fight. “Angel, he’s dying.” Angel let go of the sobbing boy and sat down next to Spike. He lifted Spike and put him across his lap.

“Gunn, let me have your knife.” The young black man walked over to Angel and handed him a small razor sharp dagger. Angel took the knife and pulled the edge across his wrist, cutting deep. He pressed his wrist into Spike’s mouth. “Drink childe. Spike you must drink. WILLIAM, YOUR SIRE DEMANDS THAT YOU FEED!” Spike’s throat started to work as he drew the life-giving fluid out of his sire. The pull of his mouth on Angel’s wrist became stronger as he gulped down his sire’s powerful blood. Angel finally wrenched his wrist away and licked it to stop the blood. “That wasn’t enough, and I don’t have any more here right now.”

“Angel, if he drinks from me, can you stop him…I mean…if he..he doesn’t know what he’s doing right now? Can you stop him from taking too much?”

“Xander, are you sure?”

“I’m sure he’s going to die and I’m sure I don’t want him to. Can you stop him from draining me?” Angel nodded yes and handed the knife to Xander. Xander lightly drew the knife across his wrist and placed his wrist against Spikeips.ips. “Come on, Big Bad, you know you want it, I’m a nummy treat, remember?” He almost passed out when he felt Spike’s fangs slide into his wrist. The drawing pressure was an incredible feeling, it was painful only for a minute then it was an intense sensual assault. Xander could feel himself becoming rock hard and couldn’t stop the blush that crawled up his face.

Angel whispered, “Xander, it’s normal. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” He continued out loud, “Childe, enough, you can’t take anymore. William, stop.” Spike carefully pulled his fangs out with a whimper. He curled up in Angel’s arms and fell into a deep healing sleep.

Wesley had waited as long as he could, “Angel, what just went on here? I have read about such ceremonies, but thought they were mostly myth.”

“No, they’re not myth, they are ancient rites and cannot be ignored. When a childe invokes a right to protection of the blood he cannot be refused unless he has been banished from the court, which doesn’t happen often. When a childe makes their sire that angry, they are usually destroyed. Spike is my childe, and while we may fight, and he may hate me for my soul, I will not turn him away. Can you and Gunn help me get Spike and Xander settled upstairs? I don’t think we are going to get any answers until tomorrow.” He looked down at the dark haired boy who had curled up and fallen asleep with one hand cupping Spike’s face and the other holding Angel’s arm. “We’ll put them in my room. I’ll need to keep an eye on Spike through the night, and I don’t think Xander would react well to being separated from him.” Angel carried Spike, and it took both Wesley and Gunn to get Xander up the stairs. After removing the unconscious men’s pants, they placed the sleeping men in the large bed and covered them up. Wesley and Gunn left for their own homes, and Angel pulled his chair over next to the bed to sit vigil for his childe, and the human who had chosen to protect him.