Part 4
"Where the fuck is that Wanker? The library closed more than an hour ago. He should have been here by now." Spike and Djoser were sitting on their stolen vehicle outside of Giles' residence.
"Guess he wasn't at the library."
"Pfft." Spike could only give his brother a look of scorn. "There is nowhere else he could be. The man has no social life. The only thing he knows how to do is read books...although, I did get him to watch 'Passions' with me last year. He kind of got into it. Wonder if he still watches it?"
Djoser could only groan to himself. He didn't want to be reminded of television. Four days of soap operas, talk shows, and reality T.V. had given him a stomach ache. "Someone's coming. But it's not the Watcher. The walk is that of a younger person."
"How the hell do you know that?" Looking at his brother with amazement. "Gotta teach me your tricks sometime." Peering down the street, Spike began to make out the figure of a man. "Oh, it's the Whelp. Wonder if he ever found the rented videos he lent me? Never gave them back to him. Hid them in the mansion."
Getting closer to Giles' house, the alarm in Xander's head began to sound off. He could see a vehicle with two men sitting on top of it, but in the darkness, he couldn't make out who they were. Slowing his step, he fumbled in his pocket for a stake. Always be prepared in Sunnydale. As he drew nearer, one of the men slid off the car and stood up.
"Hey Xander." British accent. "You know where Giles is?"
"Spike?" Squinting in the darkness. "And...and Spike's brother?" Couldn't remember Djoser's name. "Aren't you two dead?"
"Well, yeah. We're vampires, so I guess you could say we're dead, or undead." Hands in pockets, Spike took a few steps toward the mortal.
"I know that you're undead. I mean...aren't the two of you dead, dead?" Xander paused a minute at Spike's questioning look. "Dust dead. REALLY dead."
Remaining silent for a few beats, giving the boy a look of, you're-a-stupid-shit. Spike didn't even bother to retort. "So...do you know where Rupert is?"
"Why do you want to know?" Suspiciously looking at Spike, and Spike's older, bigger, and meaner looking brother. "Where's Angel?"
"Busy." Spike sighed at the mention of Angel's name. "Listen, we're not here to kill, maim, or do any other kind of bodily damage to anyone, unless of course, they start something with us first. I just want to talk to Rupert for a moment."
Xander thought fast. Giles was at his shop, but Buffy was there with him. Maybe sending these two unsupervised vampires to the Slayer was not a bad idea. "He's at the Magic Shop."
"Now? At this time of night? They're not open anymore."
"Giles is now the owner of the shop. He's closing down. Counting his receipts and such."
"Really." Shrugging his shoulders, Spike looked around at Djoser. "Let's go see him."
Standing up, Djoser stared at Xander. "If you're headed back there, we'll give you a lift."
"Yeah." Xander glared at the vampires suspiciously, wondering why they would offer him a ride. "Giles sent me here to get a book for him. I ..."
"We won't eat you. We know you're a friend of the Slayer, and we're not interested in antagonizing her at the moment."
Xander was uncertain. The dark vampire's face was unreadable, although he sounded sincere.
"Come on Xander." Spike was surprised. He had no idea why his brother wanted to give the boy a lift, but he played along. "Ride with us, and maybe I'll tell you where I hid those videos."
"Hey!" Suspicions forgotten for the moment. "They've put a block on my account because of you. I can't rent any more until I either return those videos, or pay for them."
"So ride with us to the Magic Shop, and I'll tell you where you can find them."
"Alright. But just remember, Buffy will not be pleased if either one of you even takes a nibble off of me. But give me a minute to get that book for Giles."
Watching the boy sprint toward the door, Spike turned to Djoser in confusion. "You want to give that kid a lift? I would have thought that two hours in the car with him to L.A. was all one could handle for a lifetime?"
"When that human is nervous, he has loose lips. While he's in the car, we can toy with him a little, nothing physical, just a few mind games, and then we can find out what's been going on around here. What's been going on with the Slayer. It never hurts to know."
"Right mate." Spike looked at Djoser with new respect. Always one step ahead of his opponents. Poof Junior's handy to have around.
**
Closing the book with a thud, Buffy was frustrated. None of the texts had the information she wanted. " God Giles, if there were just a few good descriptions of what took out the other Slayers. Maybe it would help me to understand my mistakes. To keep it from happening again."
"Accounts of final battles would be helpful, but there's no one left to tell the tales. You would need to ask..." A thought occurred to Giles. "You would need to ask the other person who was there."
"Giles, the other person would be the vampire who killed..."
"Rupert. I need to talk to you." The door swung open with a crash, revealing Spike, Djoser and Xander.
"Spike...you're alive...or I mean to say, you're not dust...and your brother." Giles looked from one vampire to the other. "Is also still among us."
"Such powers of observation." Spike gave the mortal a mocking grin. "Guess that's why they call you a 'Watcher.'
Buffy rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Spike what are you and..." She couldn't remember Djoser's name either. "And...HIM doing here? Where's Angel?"
"Where's Angel? Is Angel around?" Spike mimicked the Slayer's voice. "Is that the only question you people know how to ask?"
"Well, it does interest us Spike, since Angel is the Sire, and...and..." Giles didn't like the fact that Djoser and Spike were here in Sunnydale without being in Angel's charge.
"And what?" Spike couldn't help but start becoming belligerent. It seemed that the world revolved around the Poof.
"And..." Giles decided to just be honest. "He's the only one I know of, who can control both you and your brother."
"Well his royal Poofiness is tied up at the moment. But I assure you that Djoser and I are not here to cause any trouble. Just need your help on a little matter."
"Alright Spike. I'll listen to you." Giles was resigned. The faster he listened to the vampire, the faster he could send them back to L.A.
"What's with the new look?" Buffy was giving Spike the once over. Black, leather duster now in Snow's possession, Spike took to wearing his brother's long tunic. It was too long and too big for him, but that suited him. Covered his injuries, and being a predator, he knew the importance of hiding your wounds.
"Yeah Spike. I must say, you make quite a fashion statement." Arms folded across his chest, Xander couldn't help but smirk.
"Look who's talking, Mr.Blackwell." Giving Xander a look that could kill. "I...I was chilled." He made up an excuse.
"Right Spike." Buffy snorted with disbelief. "It's 65 degrees outside."
Now giving the Slayer a look that could kill. "Hey, you'd be chilled too, if you didn't have any body he.."
"Spike." Giles was now holding his head. "Just tell us what you want."
Scowling, the vampire turned to the Watcher. "Your cure didn't work. You need to do it again. I'm not right."
Head jerking up. Spike, now had all of Giles' attention. "What's not right with you?"
Spike hesitated. He didn't want the Slayer to see his wounds. To know that he was weak.
"Show him." Djoser had no such qualms, as he grabbed his brother's wrist, and held it out for the Watcher to see. "His wounds aren't healing."
A whistle from Xander, as he leaned over to look too. "That's pretty gross."
Holding the vampire's arm gently in his hands, Giles was truly concerned. "Wounds? You're wounded in other places like this? What happened?"
"Had a run in with some railroad spikes. A healer told me that I still carried poison in my system. So I came back here. You said that you had cured me, Rupert, but you didn't. You need to fix it."
"But of course. You never finished the course of treatment."
"Excuse me. Course of treatment? You never said anything about a course..."
"I most certainly did. I told you that it would take more than one dose of the medicine."
"Did not. I never heard you say that."
"Perhaps it was because you weren't listening."
For once Spike had no more argument left in him. "What?" Glaring at his brother who was giving him a 'you are a COMPLETE MORON' look. "I had just heard that you had been killed, so I was upset. And when I'm upset, I don't hear very well."
"William." Djoser, stoically patient. "Your hearing doesn't work well, whether you're upset or not."
"Well...good news anyway. Since all I need is a couple more doses of medicine, I guess the problem is solved."
"Certainly." Giles let go of Spike's arm. "I still have all the ingredients. Just need to know when Angel will be coming."
Spike heaved a sigh of exasperation. "I already told you. Angel tied up with some important business now. So just..."
"Spike, you don't seem to understand. I said that I have all the ingredients here. And I do, except for the most important one. Angel's blood."
Goddamn son-of-a-bitch! It always go back to my Sire. Spike thought, as he stared bitterly at the Watcher. It's like that fucking umbilical cord just can't be cut. Turning to leave, he motioned to his brother. "We're out of here."
"Spike..." Giles stood up. "Spike, what's going on here?"
"Rupert..." A debate raged within. Tell the mortals, or not. "Angel won't be coming. Angel won't ever be coming. So I guess, I'm just royally screwed."
"Something happen to him?" Buffy was immediately concerned.
"Yeah, his soul happened to him. Went to go see him last night. Won't have anything to do with us. Threatened to kill us, if we stayed in L.A." Exaggeration and embellishment were Spike's forte.
"Threatened to kill you?" Giles thought aloud. "Are...are you sure, because, after you disappeared last August, he had us all searching day and..."
"So he could kill me." Spike interrupted the Watcher. "You know that when Angel has a soul, he won't have anything to do with me...with us." He looked over at his brother.
Exchanging looks, the three humans were baffled. "So why did you let..." Xander couldn't remember the vampiress' name either. "that...that friend of yours recurse him?"
"To save his bloody arse." Spike mumbled softly, looking down at his feet. "But then she was suppose to...suppose to..." Lifting his head, he shuffled his feet uncomfortably. He felt bad about what happened to Alex. He had made a bloody mess of everything. Couldn't blame anyone else but himself.
""Without Angel's blood..." Giles pondered a moment. "I can't cure you, but perhaps I can come up with something to at least heal your wounds. Give me a few days."
"Don't want a bandage Rupert. If you can't completely cure me, then I've got another plan." Heading for the door with Djoser, Spike had one last point to make to the mortals. "My brother and I are going to leave Sunnydale peacefully. We haven't killed anyone, and we won't. But if any of you open your gobs to Angel and tell him that we were here, Djoser and I will come back here and start a killing spree."
"Right Spike." Buffy was scornful. "If you or your brother try anything here, you'll..."
"Buffy." Giles shook his head slightly at her. A quiet admonishment. "We won't say anything to Angel, Spike. You have our word."
****
Part 5
"Well?" Spike asked, as his brother came through the door. "Any luck finding out where the Tosser went?" He felt exhausted. Seemed like he never had any energy anymore. They had been chasing around the border towns of Mexico, looking for Djoser's contact. The days and nights had blurred together, so now Spike wasn't even sure how long it had been since they had left Sunnydale.
"You're not going to believe it....here, I brought you some blood." Djoser set a bottle of blood on the nightstand between the beds. "I found his mistress. And according to her, he's in L.A."
Lighting a cigarette, but not reaching for the blood, Spike choked back a laugh. He wasn't surprised. His maternal grandfather had cursed him when he had been a small child, and since then his whole existence had been one wretched incident after another. "And? Will he be coming back soon?"
"According to her, he'll be there indefinitely. She spoke with him on the phone. He, himself doesn't even know when he'll be back....William, eat." Djoser pointed to the blood.
"Not hungry now. Maybe later." Blowing smoke rings and watching them rise to the ceiling. "What exactly can this mate of yours do for us again?"
"Give us money, get us some travel documents..." Frowning Djoser had to find a way to get William to eat something. "Would you prefer, I bring you back something alive? I can go and..."
"Can't call attention to ourselves, can we? Snow might catch wind. And besides, the mandate was never rescinded, you know."
"Mandate? What mandate?"
"The Poof's mandate. No hunting or killing. Remember? He's never told us that the mandate was ended."
"William." It was painful for Djoser to even look at Spike. His brother was dying little by little before his very eyes, and there wasn't anything he could do. "Let's go back to Sunnydale. That Rupert Giles had said that he could, at least do something for your wounds, even if he couldn't cure you."
"NO! By now one of those idiotic humans probably opened his gob to his Royal Highness, and..."
"And what? He's with Darla now. We're not important to him. If we go back, as long as we behave ourselves, he won't care."
"Then you go. But I'm going to...going to..." Turning on his side, face away from his brother, Spike didn't know what he was going to do.
"William." Kneeling on the bed behind his brother, hand on his shoulder. "What are you so afraid of?"
Tears now running down his face. He couldn't stop them. He knew what he was most afraid of. "We'll go back to bloody Sunnydale, and Giles will look at me with pity, the Slayer will have a mocking smirk on her mug, and the others won't be able to look me in the face. One of them will have talked to him, and they'll know. His indifference will be thrown in my face. And even though I know he's indifferent, and have been telling myself that I don't bloody care, it will still hurt. It always did, it still does, and bloody hell, it always will."
Silence, as Djoser felt his brother's words pierce him. "I'm sorry Will. I wish I could change it. I wish I could make it right, but it's not within my power...but something needs to be done for you. Let me take you back to Sunnydale. While the Watcher helps you, I'll take a side trip to L.A. See if I can track down Nic."
"Nic? That's the Wanker's name? Who is he?" Taking the conversation in another direction. Helped him not to think about it, about HIM. Helped him get his emotions under control.
"He's our uncle. Half-brother of Angelus. Has a lower rank in the Clan...er had a lower rank in the Clan, because his mother was a mortal, but he's a Blood-Childe of Heinrich Nest."
"How many fucking Blood-Childer did the Old Goat have?"
"Five." Djoser couldn't help but smile. He had never heard The Old Master, Heinrich Nest, being referred to as an Old Goat. "As far as I know, he was the most prolific vampire in history. It's what gave him such power for a while."
Head resting on his bent arm, Spike was tired. Tired of being in pain. Tired of being scared. Tired of running. Too tired to even argue. "Alright, I'll go back to Sunnydale with you." Hell, it's as good a place as any to die.
**
"Goddamn fucking kid! And goddamn Wesley and his fucking Powers That Be. Stay and save some fucked up kid, instead of doing something important like looking for Darla, and...Djoser." Muttering to himself, Angel stopped at his car, staring at the ground. Djoser. My Childe. Are you still here in L.A., or have you left...gone back home?
"NO! Damnit! I'm home! He's only home when he's with me." Pounding his fist on the hood of his car, leaving a dent, but he didn't care.
"You're still a bad tempered son-of-a-bitch, aren't you?" A voice behind him. A voice he knew, but hadn't heard for more than a century.
Spinning around and grabbing the other man at an unhuman speed. "You're not welcome here in L.A., Nic. You had better leave NOW, because I'm in no mood to..."
"Just came here to check and see how your Childe was doing. Wanted to make sure he made it here without incident? Was trying to do something nice, but I guess I shouldn't have bothered." Pulling Angel's hands off of him, the vampire straightened his clothing.
"What are you talking about? Checking to see if my Childe made it here yet? Were you with Djoser?" Stepping back, Angel studied the man in front of him. Hadn't aged of course. Now sporting a modern hair cut and clothes. He had made one big change to his appearance though. Black tentacles tattoos now covered his neck.
"Djoser? I was talking about your youngest Childe, William." Lighting a cigarette, the man was calm and cool. "Ran into him in South America, and...ufff." His back hit the brick wall behind him with such force that he could feel his teeth rattle.
"DON'T FUCK with me." Pinning the other vampire to the wall with a hand around his throat. "My William is dead. And don't you dare..."
"Jesus, Angelus! Your Childe isn't dead. Alex cast a spell. Guess they thought they were saving you from Snow. But I talked to Alex. Reminded her that she had broken one of our sacred laws. Reminded her that she had taken a Blood-Childe of the High Master. A very serious crime..."
"WHERE'S MY WILLIAM, NIC?" Powerful fingers tightening around his younger half sibling's throat. So intent on finding out where his Childe was, Angel never noticed his brother's reference to him being the High Master.
"He should be here in L.A. Christ, he left South America more than a month ago." A bad feeling was starting to well up in Nic. "I told him that he needed to go back to you. I told him..."
"Told him! Told him! Didn't Alex escort him back here? It would have been her duty to." Angel still held the other vampire easily by the throat. He was stronger to begin with, but his rage was making him even stronger.
"She...she." It was hard to speak with a strong hand wrapped around your throat. "She realized her crime, and put herself to death. And..."
"And she instructed you to escort him home." Voice soft, but still so menacing. "Didn't she? DIDN'T SHE!"
"Yeah. But...but..." Nic had no legitimate excuse to give for his conduct, except that he had been concentrating on a big deal that had been going down.
Demon coming forth as his wrath escalated. "Still a Fuck-up, aren't you? You had better pray to all the gods that nothing has happened to him. And I'm obligating you to stay here and help look for him. You can't leave, until he's back safely with me."
"Hey Angel. You still here. Good, cuz..." Gunn came strolling out of the building. It hadn't taken him very long to realize that he didn't want to stay and help Wesley and Cordelia with the devil worshipping freak. "Who's the dude?"
Not turning to look at Gunn, still holding his brother by the throat. "Gunn." Voice almost a whisper. "I need you to help me look for someone."
"Yeah man, I know. I'm here for you. We'll go to Wolfram and Hart, and see if they can tell us anything about where Darla and Drusilla are."
"Gunn. Right now, I don't give a fuck about Darla and Drusilla. I need you to help me look for my son." Slowly, Angel released his hold, and took a step backwards. But his eyes never left the man in front of him.
"Son? You mean Childe, don't you? Wes gave me a crash course on Vampires 101. Any vamp you sire is your childe, right?"
"William is both my son and my Childe. What contacts do you have who would know about a new vampire in town?"
Son and Childe? What the fuck? Gunn was confused, but he knew that this was not the time to be asking any more questions. "Plenty. What kind of places does your...does this William like to hang out in? Cuz that would determine who'd I ask."
"He likes hanging out in bars." Nic offered his help while massaging his neck. "And if you find him in one, he's probably in the middle of a fight."
Snarling, Angel grabbed Nic by the throat again.
"Hey...it's the goddamn truth. And you know it." Nic pushed the arm away from him. "He's another Victor. And this time, no one can make me the scapegoat. You can only blame yourself for how he turned out."
"Ah...I don't want to get in the middle of any issues you two have, but if he likes the bars, we shouldn't have any problem finding him. What's he look like?" The three men began getting into Angel's car.
"On the smallish side. Fair. Wears black jeans, and a black duster." Starting up the car, Angel felt a myriad of emotions flow through him. He wanted his William back. He wanted Djoser back. And then he'd figure out what should be done about Darla and Drusilla, about Wolfram and Hart, about whether he wanted to continue fighting the good fight, or not.
The description triggered a memory in Gunn. "He doesn't by any chance have short, white blond hair?"
Nodding his head, Angel looked at Gunn, not liking the expression on his face.
"Then my man, we've got a problem. I saw a vamp fitting that description having his ass hauled out of a bar by some other vamps. Vamps who all had a white streak dyed in their hair. Was gonna ask you 'bout them, but with this whole Darla thing, never had a chance. Happened...prob'ly, I'd say 'bout a month ago."
Angel wasn't even looking at the road, as he screeched the car to a halt. {Snow!} "Nic!" Reaching back and grabbing the other vampire by his shirt. "Was that your car back there?...Good. Sunnydale. It's about a two hour drive from here. Go there. Damon was suppose to meet me there five months ago. Go and find a snitch called Willie. Ask him if Damon ever got there. I'm assuming he did and left. I want to know where he went afterwards. Call my cell phone number, as soon as you know anything." Handing the other vampire one of his cards with his cell phone number scribbled on the back.
"And then prepare yourself. You'll be coming with me to New York.... And Gunn, I want you to look for someone for me."
"Darla? Or another someone?" Gunn had gotten out of the car, and had walked over to the driver's side.
"His name is Djoser. I know for a fact he was here in L.A. about three weeks ago. He's probably with another vampire named Ramose. They've probably left L.A. I want to know where. If by chance they haven't, and you find them, show them this." Angel pulled a small metal disk with a pattern stamped into it. "Tell them that I sent you, and they won't hurt you."
"Hurt me, huh...like to see them try." Gunn muttered to himself, while inspecting the metal disk that Angel had given him. "And you? Where you headed?"
"To Wolfram and Hart. I'm going to need all the bodies I can get when I storm into New York. Darla and Drusilla are going to find themselves recruited." Deadly serious, Angel gave the young mortal one last look before roaring off.
****
Part 6
Arriving in Sunnydale, Nic stopped at the first gasoline station he came to. A pack of cigarettes, gas, and directions to the cemetery. His fellow vampires should know where to find this Willie. To keep himself from killing the gas station attendant, an act that would certainly undermine his whole trying to keep a low profile, he took a moment to call his mistress. He wanted to talk to her. Tell her what was going on. Break it to her that it was very possible that he might never be coming home.
Marching into New York, even with his powerful, and usually charmed older brother, the vampire still didn't like the odds. And if by some small miracle, they were to survive, William was, by now, probably dead. So if he wasn't killed battling Snow, he would most certainly be killed by a vengeful Angelus. He had been charged with the responsibility to see that William was placed safely back with his Father, and he had failed. Angelus would never forgive such a failure.
Listening to his mistress scream at him on his cell phone, Nic pushed open the gas station's door, heading for his car. A man was kneeling at the back of his car...switching license plates!
"HEY!" Snapping his cell phone shut, cutting off the angry vampiress on the other end. "What the fuck do you think..." Blinking in shock, as the thief stood up and faced him."Djoser! Stop stealing my license plate. The car's stolen anyway. And fuck, am I glad I ran into you. Angelus is looking for you. You need to go to him in L.A. He's planning to storm New York. Your brother has been taken captive by Sn..."
"My brother is no longer in New York. He's here with me." Djoser, too was blinking in surprise at running into his uncle. The very uncle he had been looking for.
"WILLIAM IS HERE? WHERE?" Fuckin' Lady Luck has finally decided to give me a fucking break! Goddamn. Gotta remember to make an offering to the gods for this one. Mi Diabla. I'm coming home!
"I left him at the Magic Shop with an ex-Watcher. He's injured, and the Watcher is going to try and help him."
"Injured? How?...Fuck, Angelus has got to know about this." Fumbling in his pocket for the card with Angel's cell number, Nic was taken by surprise by the hard fist that caught him in the jaw. Head snapping back, cell phone flying out of his hand. {What the fuck!} Another blow to the face, before Nic was able to gather his wits to fight back. Blocking Djoser's next punch, he grabbed his nephew in a headlock. "Djoser! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"You're NOT going to tell my Sire that we're here in Sunnydale!" Grabbing his uncle by the front of the shirt, Djoser pulled him to the ground in an effort to break the headlock.
Both vampires, Tremeren vampires. Vicious and strong. Skilled as fighters. Djoser was a trained warrior, but Nic, who had been earning some of his keep as muscle for hire for some of the biggest crime bosses in the last century, was no slouch. Evenly matched, the vampires would have beaten each other to a pulp, except for the arrival of the Slayer.
Rounding the corner, Buffy saw Djoser on the ground with an unknown vampire holding him down in a headlock. Grabbing Nic by the back of the collar, she hauled the stranger up, forcing him to break his hold on Djoser. And Djoser, never one to let a golden opportunity to pass him by, quickly began to pummel his uncle from the front.
"For Christ sakes Djoser." Nic managed to spit out, as hard fists hit him in the face, stomach, and genitals. "Angelus is looking for both you and William. What the hell..."
Hearing Angel's name, Buffy let go of the man in her grasp, giving him a chance to step away from more of Djoser's blows. "Angel? Did you say Angel?"
Bent over from blows to his genitals and solar plexus, Nic knew who Buffy was. Knew she was the Slayer. Knew she had been involved with Angel. "Slayer. I was sent here by Angelus to get some information. He doesn't know that his..." Pausing a moment to wince with pain, Nic waved at hand in Djoser's direction. "That his two Blood-Childer are here in Sunnydale. All I was trying to do was to call and tell him that they were here, when...when...this..." Pain now passing, Nic stood up straight to look his nephew in the eye. "When this disrespectful brat started in on me. What the hell is the matter with you Djoser. Weren't you taught to esteem your elders? I'm sure that's a lesson Angelus would have drilled in your thick skull."
"My Sire has a soul now. And he's been reunited with Darla. A human Darla. She poisons him against us." Face impassive, Djoser eyed his uncle.
Momentarily stunned at such crazy talk, Nic could only stare at his nephew. {This kid is off his rocker!} "Djoser, did you hear what you just said? A human Darla! Since when did you start sniffing glue? And by the way, Angelus is *not* cursed."
"Not cursed!" Buffy didn't like the sound of that. That's all she needed, a soulless Angel, on top of a sick mother, a new sister, a temperamental Riley, and some unknown demon named Glory.
"Don't listen to him Slayer." Djoser was disdainful. "He's a chronic liar, cheat and a thief."
A snort of laughter from Nic. "I'm a vampire. That goes without saying." Cautiously taking out a cigarette. Hoping that he wouldn't be attacked again. "Slayer, our law states that Blood-Childer are the property of their Father. I just came from L.A., and I swear to you that Angelus is most anxious to have his sons back in his custody. Just let me call him, and tell him that they're here." Cigarette dangling from his mouth, Nic began to slowly inch his way over to where his cell phone lay on the ground.
Seeing his intention, Djoser moved to stop him, but was held up by Buffy. "He's right, you know. Angel needs to be called. I was, in fact, looking for you. Giles sent me to catch you before you left town. Spike is in a bad way, but he won't let us call Angel. Says if we call Angel, he'll leave before Angel can get here. You're his brother. You need to talk to him."
"Bad way? What's wrong with him? What happened to him?" Picking up his cell phone, Nic was once again fumbling for Angel's card.
"You ARE NOT going to call him." In a blink of an eye, Djoser had grabbed Nic's cell phone out of his hand, taking the other vampire by surprise.
"Djoser. Don't you get it?" Buffy was fighting the urge to slap the vampire upside the head. She didn't have time to solve these two runaways' problems. She had enough of her own. "Spike is dying. If Angel isn't..."
"DYING!" Nic didn't have a problem slapping Djoser upside the head. "Your brother is dying, and you didn't take him to Angelus? Did your brain melt and leak out your ears, boy? I thought you were smarter than that."
Djoser growled softly at his uncle, but did not retaliate for the blow. "I went to see my Sire a few weeks ago. But he was with HER. And she began whispering things in his ear, turning him against us." A flicker of emotion crossed the normally stoic vampire's face. "SHE won't let him help us. And I won't have my brother subject to his rejection again."
"She? Is this she, the Darla you were talking about? Who's Darla?" A bad feeling was welling up in the pit of Buffy's stomach. Her slayer intuition had already told her the answer.
"Darla. My Father's maternal Sire. You know her, Slayer. She was living here with the Old Master..."
"Darla IS DEAD, Djoser. She was dusted by..."
"She was brought back to life by a firm of L.A. lawyers. She's back, and she's reunited with my Sire. I saw her myself in L.A."
"Goddamn Son-of-a-Bitch!" Nic swore softly, while taking a long drag of his cigarette. "How is it possible that, that Bitch can still make my fuckin' unlife miserable without trying, even after more than two centuries?"
Moments passed as the Slayer and the two vampires stood looking at each other, each with their own private memories of Darla. "Djoser..." Both Buffy and Nic began simultaneously, causing them to glare at each other. "Djoser, give...give..." She had no idea who Nic was. "...him his cell phone, and let him call Angel."
"Slayer..." Djoser began his protest, giving Nic the opportunity to grab his cell phone back.
"Djoser." Nic was no fool, as he backed up behind Buffy. "If William is dying, then Angelus has to be informed. Let me call him, and I'll be sure to tell him, not to bring Darla here. Once he's here without her, then you need to talk to him. Tell him what Darla does."
"He doesn't listen! He never listens when he comes to her." Quiet desperation was now evident in the vampire's voice.
"HEY!" Buffy had had enough. There were enough dilemmas to be solved. She and the rest of the gang didn't have the time or energy to waste babysitting Angel's two Childer. "Maybe all of you need to go and seek family counseling, but I have enough of my own problems to deal with. I DON'T need you and your troubles here in Sunnydale." Turning to Nic, she barked out an order at him. "Call Angel now! And tell him to get himself here as fast as he can. Tell him to come get his family and take them back to L.A. Tell him he can find his two Childer at the Magic Shop. And tell him to hurry, cause Giles says that Spike may not have much time left."
**
"Spike, just try a little." Giles coaxed the vampire.
"Smells funny, Rupert." Suspiciously sniffing the mug set before him. "Wot's in it? You're not trying to poison me, are you?"
"Spike, what would the point of that be, when you're already poisoned?" Giles heaved a huge sigh. "It's just a little human blood..."
"Doesn't smell like human blood."
Another huge sigh. "It has some herbs and a few drops of some elixirs in it, that's why it has a different odor. Drink a little. It will dull your pain."
"Is there sugar in it?" Spike peered in the mug, as if by staring at it he could ascertain its content's exact ingredients.
"Sugar?" Giles glared at Spike with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Yeah, I like sugar in a lot of things. Put some sugar in it, and I'll give it a try."
"Sugar. He wants sugar. Human blood isn't enough. He has to have sugar too." Giles mumbled this to himself, wondering how it was possible that he seemed to have so many peculiar types of vampires and demons in his life.
"I'll call Xander, and tell him to bring some over." Anya, counting up the register, had overheard Spike's request. She didn't find the vampire's request odd at all.
"Yes...yes...good of you, Anya." The words 'weird and strange' kept flashing through Giles' mind, as he looked both at Anya, now talking to Xander on the phone, and Spike who was sitting at the table staring in the coffee mug.
"Giles, I found Djoser before he left town." Giles' musing was interrupted by Buffy, coming through the door, followed by two vampires.
"Oh thank God, you found him...and...and...someone else." Taking off his glasses, Giles stared at the newcomer.
"Hey." Spike noticed the newcomer at the same time. "You're the Tosser from South America. You've got a lot of nerve coming around here. Fucking liar. I'd like to..." Standing up, Spike found that his legs were shaking, shaking so hard that he had to sit down again. "Djoser." He turned to his brother. "This is the Wanker who led me to believe that Alex never cursed our Sire."
"She didn't." Nic lit up a cigarette, staring at Angelus' youngest son, not liking what he saw.
"What do you mean, she didn't?" Giles plucked the cigarette out of the stranger's mouth. "I really would prefer that you not smoke in here. I saw her cast the spell..."
"She tried to recurse him, but she wasn't able to." Nic interrupted, giving Giles the evil eye. He wasn't used to humans treating him with such a lack of fear.
"Wasn't able to? How...how...?"
"Don't believe him. He's lying." Djoser deliberately bumped shoulders with his uncle as he walked past him to stand by Spike. "I saw my Sire in L.A. a few weeks ago, and he was definitely souled."
"Oh, is one of the many talents you were taught as a child, being able to see souls, Djoser?" Nic was scornful. Fucking arrogant know-it-all! If he isn't like his Old Man.
"Hey! Watch it, mate." Spike didn't like the stranger's tone. It was an attack against his brother. His Blood Brother.
"Listen." Nic backed down. He didn't want to upset William. William looked fragile enough. As it was, Nic was sure that after Angelus got a look at his youngest, there would be hell to pay for him, as he was partially to blame for his nephew's current state of health. "I'm only telling you what Alex, herself told me."
"She told you that she wasn't able to curse Angel?" Giles looked at the newcomer intently, trying to determine if he was lying or not.
"Well...those weren't her exact words. What she said was, 'I wasn't able to duplicate the gypsies' curse.' I took that to mean..."
"That doesn't mean she didn't curse him." Giles hastily interrupted the vampire.
"What does it mean, Giles?" Buffy asked.
"Well it means...it could mean that...that she cursed him, but..." Giles stopped a moment pondering. "that he's cursed differently."
"Rupert." Spike put the mug down. He had ventured a sip, because the pain was starting to become intolerable. "Either he's cursed or not. How can he be cursed differently?"
"Like humans." Giles was half talking to himself, as his mind was going a mile a minute. "Humans have souls. But their degrees of humanity vary from being a saint to a serial killer."
"So are you saying that Alex cursed him with a weaker soul than the gypsies?" Spike wasn't sure if this was good news or not. "Bloody hell!...But you know, even though I don't want to speak ill of the dead." Spike silently apologized to the dead vampiress. "But Alex wasn't much of a sorceress, was she? She bollixed spells left and right."
"William." Djoser looked at his brother in surprise. "How would you come to that conclusion? Alex had been highly skilled in the black arts."
"Last spring." Spike looked around at everyone in the room. "Last spring, she desouled him. But she didn't do that right either. It was like she only partially desouled him." Seeing everyone's skeptical look, including that of Xander who had snuck in and was trying to catch up on what everyone was talking about, Spike pressed his point. "Oh come on, you can't all tell me that he was the same soulless Angelus, as he had been after he got done shagging...shagging Slut..."
"Watch it Spike." Buffy gave the vampire an evil look. "You're skating on thin ice here."
"Yeah Spike." Trying to be helpful, Anya was spooning sugar in Spike's mug. "Buffy, went and called Angel. He's probably on his way now. Keep it up, and she'll have a litany of complaints about you when Angel..."
"Anya!" Giles quickly interrupted the ex-demon. "I think you need to finish the day's totals."
"Giles, I finished counting the register. I totaled the receipts. Everything is ready to put in the bank's night deposit box. There's nothing more for me..."
"Then let's go home." Xander had caught Giles' look of desperation, and knew instantly that Anya had put her foot into it again.
"Now? I wanna stay and say hi to Angel. He's probably going to be here shortly. I want to see what he does when he sees..."
"You let them call HIM." Spike turned to Djoser. Surprise and accusation shone from his eyes.
"William. We can't keep running. You're too ill." Guilt and reason were battling inside Djoser.
"Bloody Traitor! Can't trust you! Can't trust anyone on this bleedin' planet. Fine! All of you can sit here and wait for his Royal Poofiness to show up, but I am not gonna hang around here and..."
"Oh for Christ sakes boy. Will you stop acting like you're in the middle of a fucking Soap Opera. You're a Blood-Childe. Your place is with your Father. And it is especially so now, between you looking like death warmed over, and Snow out for all Blood-Childer. So stop fighting your destiny and do what you're suppose to do." Nic couldn't believe that such a speech was coming out of his mouth. Him, of all people. The disgraced Blood-Childe of Heinrich Nest. He had never done what had been expected of him.
Djoser caught the irony of the situation too, as he snorted in contempt.
Spike had finally managed to make it to his feet, but found that he had to hold onto the table, or fall over. "Hey fuck off. I didn't ask for your advice, in fact just who the bloody hell are you?"
"He's our uncle. The one we were looking for." Djoser said this quietly to Spike.
A look of incredulous disbelief, followed by a cynical laugh. "I don't suppose you're going to be giving us any help and money, so we can go to the desert."
A few seconds to put the pieces together, and then giving Djoser a murderous look for having such a hare-brained plan, Nic silently offered a prayer to the gods, Angelus, get your ass here NOW.
**
Making his way to the stairs, Angel could hear voices. They were all down below. The humans. Darla. Drusilla. He would wait. Wait for the killing to end. He would let the two women kill the lawyers. His olive branch to them.
After all, what did he care about a group of heartless lawyers? And afterwards, he could make his peace with Darla and Dru. Convince them to back him up against Snow and the Council. Convince them to help him save his Childe. His William.
He heard a groan coming from the woman laying on the floor by the front door. She was dying. He debated with himself. Snap her neck mercifully, or let her lay there and die of blood loss. Still considering as his cell phone rang. Making himself comfortable in a chair, as he pulled his phone out of his coat pocket. He had time, with nothing much to do.
"Nic? You find out anything about Dam..."
"Angelus, BOTH of your Childer are here in Sunnydale. GET HERE FAST! There's a problem with William. Oh, and DON'T bring Darla with you. That BITCH has been fucking things up again. You'll find all of us at the Magic Shop."
"Nic, what's wrong with William? And what has Darla done?"
But he was talking to a dead phone. {Fucking cell phones!} With no phone number for Nic's cell phone, Angel couldn't call his brother back. Waiting a moment, hoping that Nic would call him back, pondering. He'd go to Sunnydale immediately, but first he'd say his good-byes to everyone.
He had no idea what Nic what talking about as far as Darla fucking things up. Darla had been here in L.A. since her rebirth. He'd leave Darla and Drusilla alive. He might still need them. But still, drop a small threat. Keep them guessing. And if by chance, Nic was actually telling the truth, and Darla had somehow been involved with William being taken hostage by Snow, then he *would* kill her.
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Caitiff Vampires are clanless vampires. Usually because they were abandoned by the ones who made them.
Part 7
"Are you sure he's alright?" Nic looked closely at his sleeping nephew. "What did you give him in that drink? Because mortal, if you did something to..."
"I only gave him a sleeping potion. He could use some sleep. And this keeps him...keeps him here until Angel arrives." Giles was tired. A long day at the shop, and then having to deal with Spike, Djoser and now Nic. He, like Buffy couldn't wait until Angel arrived and took his family out of Sunnydale.
Eyeing the group of humans with distrust, Nic was uneasy. He was used to human company, but the humans he normally associated with were criminal types, not Slayers, Watchers, and middle-class American youth. Smacking Djoser across the head, because he needed to release some nervous energy. If William dies before Angelus gets here, I can kiss my ass good bye."You seem rather calm." He spoke in a low voice to his nephew. "Thought you didn't like being around mortals."
The dark vampire shrugged his shoulders. "My Sire trusts them. And William here seems to trust them. Relax. He's breathing quietly. Always breathes when he sleeps. You only need to worry when he starts to pant and breathe heavily, because then he's having his nightmares."
"Nightmares?"
"Relives being tortured by Snow. Is always trying to outrun him."
"He relives... Jesus Fucking Christ! Angelus is going to hit the roof when he see what kind of shape William's in. And this is partially my fucking fault. Wonder how I'm going to look with all my body parts rearranged?"
Dark eyes met dark eyes, as the two vampires exchanged looks. Both had the same conflicting emotions running through them regarding the arrival of Angel, wishing his presence and fearing his presence.
"You know Giles." Xander was seated at the store counter with a open book in front of him. "Maybe those two." Waving his hand in the direction of Djoser and Nic. "Can make themselves useful and help us research this Glory demon, while we all wait for Angel."
"Splendid idea, Xander." Giles picked up two more books. "We're researching a female demon called Glory." Shoving the books in the hands of the two reluctant vampires. "See if you can find anything. If there's nothing in either of these books, then there's some more books you can start on." Pointing to a stack of books sitting on the counter.
Exchanging looks again, the two vampires began to open the books slowly and very unenthusiastically. What had life come to for them? Helping a Slayer and her mortal friends bring down a fellow demon.
**
"Do you mean to tell me that William was with you in L.A.? And that you knew he was ill, and you didn't say anything to me. You didn't..." Growling with rage, body poised to attack. He wanted to punish and hurt.
"Got it." Giles quickly stuck the needle into Angel's arm.
Body jerking slightly, Angel looked accusingly at the ex-Watcher. He knew Giles' timing was just a little too convenient.
"Sire." Both Djoser and Nic were keeping a safe distance from Angel. "My intention was to talk to you about William, but...*she* was there."
"She meaning Darla? So what if she was there?" Watching the blood flow from his arm through the tube into the bag, Angel willed it to flow faster. He wanted to get up. For some inexplicable reason, his eldest had lost all sense of reason. Blatant disobedience, compounded by a lack of respect. It hadn't escaped Angel that Djoser had not knelt down before him. That boy needed to be given a lesson.
"It was William's wish that you not be told about him, if you were with her again." Uncharacteristic insolence evident in his voice.
Noticing that the bag was now full, Angel didn't wait for Giles. Ripping out the needle, he flew across the room, grabbing Djoser by the throat. "Down on your knees boy. How DARE you speak to me in that tone. How DARE..."
"That's right Angelus. Take it out on Djoser. He was only doing your job by taking care of William. You..."
"Nic." Holding his Childe down by throat, Angel growled a warning at his brother. "If I were you, I would keep my mouth SHUT. I haven't forgotten your part in this whole fiasco."
"That's right." Nic waved his hand in exasperation. "It's my fault that William is in this grave condition. It's Djoser's fault. It's everyone's goddamn fault, except yours! He was in your custody last August. So what the hell happened? How did he manage to run away? And then the part that really kills me is that he comes back to L.A. The city that you say is your city now, and you have no idea that he's there. Runs around and gets captured by Snow. Djoser rescues him, and then both of them return to L.A., and for more than a month they're running around loose within a 250 mile radius, and you are totally oblivious. You are..."
"I thought William was dead." Angel defended himself, but his brother's point was starting to make itself clear in his head, causing him to relax his hold on Djoser.
"Yeah, you thought." Voice full of scorn. "You're as clueless as our now dust Sire. So full of yourselves. The Old Master could never see what was going on under his own nose, and neither can you."
Throwing Djoser down to the floor with a snarl, still in a rage, but unable to deny the words of his brother. Pacing a moment, seeing Djoser and Nic eyeing him warily, Buffy and the gang watching them with fascination, and Giles attending to an unconscious William. Stopping his pacing, Angel once again addressed the other two vampires. "I think it best that the two of you leave my presence for a time. If you stay, I might just hurt you. My fault or not, both of you have been irresponsible also. " Turning to Buffy. "Can I ask you to take them to see Willie. I'm trying to track down a vampire named Damon. He was supposed to meet me here in Sunnydale last August."
"Angel." Buffy was remembering Nic's claim that Angel had not been recursed. And she was concerned. Angel certainly acted more like his soulless self. "My mother is ill. I've got Dawn to think about. I don't have time..."
"Just do this one favor for me. And in return, the two of them will patrol for you tonight, and every night that we're here in Sunnydale."
"EXCUSE ME!" Nic was outraged. "I fulfilled my part of the deal. Not only is William back with you, but you have Djoser back too. And it's been a touching family reunion, if I say so myself. But I am out of here. My lover is waiting for me. Business partners are waiting for..."
"You're not going anywhere." Temper now somewhat under control, Angel walked over to Giles and a sleeping Spike.
"Angelus! You can't do this to me. I have a life back in..."
"What kind of life do you have? Associating with a bunch of Caitiff vampires. So beneath you." Angel spat in contempt at his brother. "I was thinking about what you said. About me now being the High Master. It's true. I am now the Master of the Tremere Clan. And you, a Bloodline brother to the Master, have certain duties and responsibilities."
"What Clan? There is no Tremere Clan anymore."
"There are four Bloodlines Tremeren vampires right here in this room. The Tremere Clan still exists."
"Son-of-a-fucking-bitch!" Nic mumbled under his breath, as his brain worked furiously searching for another argument, and finding one. "I was thrown out of the Clan two centuries ago. I am no longer considered a Tremeren vampire."
"And you forget brother, so was I. But everyone from the old regime is dead, and I am the one now in power. You've been reinstated. And I'm counting on you." Eyes now glowing yellow. "Counting on you to help me exact my revenge." Looking at his Childe's wounds. The one on his neck. The ones on his arms. "Snow will suffer for this offense. When I get my hands on him, he'll be screaming and begging to be sent to hell."
**
He couldn't move his arms or legs. Exerting a tremendous amount of energy to try and move one or all of his limbs. He needed to move, because HE was coming for him. The enemy. The enemy with no eyes. The enemy who wanted him. Wanted him...
"MOTHERFUCKING WANKER! I wanna see your eyes. I want to..." Turning his head to scream at his pursuer.
"WILLIAM!" A raised voice in his ear. A familiar voice. Slowly returning to consciousness. Arms and legs being restrained. A hard body beneath him. Water around him. His cheek pressed to a broad chest.
"Djoser?" As the fog dissipated around his brain, Spike was surprised. To be held by his brother when he was sleeping was out of the ordinary. Djoser never slept anywhere near him. Not since years ago, when the two of them had shared a bed, and Spike, with his usual flailing had broken his brother's nose, and had blackened an eye.
"William, my Childe. How are you feeling?" A gentle hand stroking his head.
"Angel!" Spike's head jerked up. He now was totally aware of where he was and with whom he was with. Lying on top of his Sire in a bathtub filled with hot water and blood. Sire's blood. He was lying in a pool of healing waters.
"Father, Childe. I am your Father. You will address me as either Father or Sire. It is not proper for you to address me by my name."
Still a Poof! After everything that has happened, he still has to give a lesson in etiquette.
"And Darla?" Part of him wanted to pull himself away from the strong arms that held him, but another part of him felt so safe in those arms. "Where is she?"
"She's in L.A. She won't be coming here." Puzzled, Angel tried to look his Childe in the eye, but Spike wouldn't make eye contact. "Why are you so concerned about Darla? You've never met her. She..."
"I met her once. I remember her well." Hate tinged his voice. "She was there. She was there when I was presented in Court."
"Yes, Darla was there at your presentation, but you barely remember that night. How is it that you remember her in particular?"
"Because she was the one who requested that I be impaled." Silence for a moment, as Spike bitterly played that memory over in his head, while Angel stiffened in shock. "You weren't in the room. You never..."
"The Master made me wait out in the vestibule. I was out there with Djoser, Alex, Anton, and...Victor. So none of them knew what had happened inside either. We didn't know, and no one ever told us." Voice just a whisper, as he tightened his arms around his Childe. Neither spoke for a few moments, as they both were lost in memories of the past. "She will pay for what she did to you. I will see her become dust again. But this time, she won't die easily by a stake. I will see her suffer first."
"Yeah...right Mate." Spike was not so ready to believe. "Darla. Your Maternal Sire. The one you used to follow all around Europe. Couldn't stay away from her. And now just like that you're going to...wait a minute. Did you say dust her? Isn't she human? Cordelia told me she was human. And Djoser thought..."
"Wolfram and Hart brought her back as human, but she was just turned recently by...and you're not going to believe this, by Drusilla."
Spike couldn't help it, as a snort of laughter escaped him. Darla turned by Drusilla. Interwoven together. All of them. They couldn't escape each other, no matter how hard they tried. Pressing his face once again into the hard chest, he still felt tired and very weak. Pain was better, but still there.
"I staked Darla, and sent her to hell when she threatened someone I loved. Believe me Childe, I will have no problem sending her back to hell. Especially for you...my beloved Childe. My beloved William. And Snow. He, too will suffer for what he did to you. But I'm thinking that death is too good for him, so I'm planning something special for Mr. Snow."
Spike couldn't miss the sincerity and the determination in Angel's voice. "You mean it. You bloody well mean it. After all this time you..."
"I've been telling you over and over Childe. I'm here for you now. Just trust me. I will take care of you from this day forward." Bending his head to nuzzle a neck. "I know I've done you wrong. Let me make it up to you. Let me make it right. Don't leave me again Will. Don't ever leave me again."
A warmth began to spread inside Spike's body. He felt warm inside and out. Wrapping his arms around the wide body beneath him, he closed his eyes. He was safe now. He could, at long last sleep. Snow couldn't get him. Couldn't hurt him, because his Father was here protecting him.
"William." Angel could see his son starting to drift off. "Aren't you hungry? Why don't you feed from me? You need to eat."
Shaking his head just slightly, Spike's eyes were so heavy he couldn't keep them open. "Not hungry now. Just want to sleep. I don't have to run anym..." Falling into a deep slumber, he finally found the restful sleep he needed. Without nightmares. Without fear.
**
Heavy drapery blocked out the sun, leaving the room in cool darkness. One arm firmly around Spike, while the other supported his head, Angel watched his son closely. Waiting to see if there would be more nightmares. Pondering why his Childe refused to eat. A Childe refusing Sire's blood was unheard of. Wondering if Giles knew what the fuck he was doing.
The wounds looked better, but were far from healed. A sure sign that all was not right. Anxious, he wanted to know if William would eat.
Right before sunrise, Djoser and Nic had found their way to the mansion, and Djoser coming to look for his younger brother, had found him wrapped in his Sire's embrace. Feeling more forgiving of Angel, Djoser relaxed a little. Relaxed enough to tell his Sire what had occurred in New York. Told him about how Snow had tortured William. Told him how the torturers forced fed his brother animal blood. Forced him to eat, so that there would be some bodily restoration, and they could then continue the torture. And since being rescued, how William refused to eat any animal blood. Refused to eat just about anything at all, and how his condition had been on a steady decline.
Waking up, Spike could feel himself being held down, and instinctively he began to fight. "Bloody bastard. Let go of me!"
"Will!" Having to use both arms to keep himself from being hit. "You're safe. Stop fighting. You're here with me."
Now fully awake. Remembering where he was and who he was with. "Sire." Spike couldn't hide his relief, as he let himself go limp. Taking stock of his surroundings. "And Djoser?"
"He's in the next room sleeping. Took out a few demon lairs last night...are you hungry Childe?"
Spike wasn't sure. After not eating for so long, he didn't even know what hunger felt like anymore. Pushing his body up against his Sire's, because instinct told him that that's where he would find strength again.
Biting his lip, Angel cut it open. Brushing lips against lips, smearing blood. "Eat Childe. I know you're hungry." Enticing. Wheedling.
Hesitantly licking his lips, tasting Sire's blood. Its deep, rich flavor usually irresistible. But even Sire's blood couldn't overcome the knot in Spike's stomach. "Not hungry."
"What do I need to do?" Angel's larger body now blanketing his son's. Licking lips, eyelids, face and neck. A huge feline cleaning his off-spring. "Do I need to feed you?"
"No...I'll eat later." Stalling. "But I do want...I want...I want..." Basic instinct was screaming inside his head. His body. Trying to consciously understand, as his hands working independently from his brain, reached down and began to stroke and fondle. Close physical contact had given Angel an erection, and Spike had felt it rubbing up against him.
Angel couldn't help the small moan that escaped his lips, as he now began to lick a cool neck. "William." A hoarse whisper. "Don't...now...now is not the time. You need to ea..." Another moan, as the experienced hand that gripped him began to tighten and move faster.
"Come on Sire. It's been months. I know you want to." Spike was now beginning to understand his inner voice. It spoke deep inside him, telling him that if he become one with his Father, he would become better. His weakness would be taken by his Father, and his Father's strength would become his. Spreading his legs. Seducing. "I want this. And I want it now."
Desire overcame reason. Although a small part of Angel's brain began to wonder if everyone was right. That he was a selfish, egotistical bastard who only thought of himself and his own pleasure. Coating fingers with his own pre-cum, he lightly worked them in and around his Childe's sphincter muscle. Stretching him while searching for prostate.
Wonderful sensations flooded his body. Spike hadn't thought he would ever feel such bliss again. Receiving pleasure equal to the pleasure he was giving. Another whisper in his ear. "Are you sure Childe? Because soon I'll be to the point where I won't be able to...." Not bothering to answer, just guided Angel into him.
Gently pushing himself in. Slowly. Trying not to hurt, even though physical impulses were telling Angel to thrust and pound into the slighter body beneath him. "You still ok?"
Feeling his Sire totally in him. Spike felt good. He felt complete. "Try not to move for a minute." Voice pleading. "Just stay here. Don't leave me."
Tremendous willpower to keep his body still. "Alright Will. But why don't you eat from me then?" Ripping a vein open in his chest. Pulling a head up, and pressing a face into the wound. Waiting a long moment, but then feeling his blood, his essence being drawn out of him. Smiling with satisfaction, because he Childe was eating. The first step of recovery. The first step to having his son whole again.
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