Spike had exactly one week to find the demon in question, collect the needed
information and high-tail it back to Sunnydale.
The blond inhaled on his cigarette deeply, it doing something to soothe his
Exactly one week.
The latest big scary threat to the known world was about to rear its very
likely ugly head in Sunnyhell. "Big bloody surprise there," Spike had remembered
commenting. After hours of research, Giles had discovered a series of
incantations that would prevent the Toska'ar demon from coming to full power,
making it easy to kill.
After more research he had discovered these incantations were contained in a
book long believed to be destroyed.
But after still more research, he was able to find a demon who just happened
to have the necessary pages from this book.
It all seemed just a bit too simple.
That's why Spike had been waiting for the catch when he'd been summoned to
the ex-Watcher's house.
It seemed this demon would hand over the pages for money. The catch was, he
was skittish of humans, especially a Slayer, and would not make the deal with
So Spike was cajoled into making the trade with promises of blood and smokes.
And threatened with slow and painful death if he arrived a day later than the
week he was given to make the exchange and return. This also applied to skipping
the state or country with the money.
So the blond vampire was on his way to meet this demon. And where does this
demon chose to do business?
LA, of course.
Another little trump card for the Slayerettes. Spike had been threatened with
the intervention of his sire if he did anything but what was required while in
the city. The blond vampire had quickly agreed to any and all conditions.
Anything to prevent the pathetic little gang from ringing up his sire and
telling him to babysit.
Spike drummed his fingers on the steering wheel anxiously.
It had been one week since his sire had visited Sunnydale unbeknownst to
everyone but him.
Seven days since Spike had started feeling like he didn't hate his sire as
much as he told everyone he did.
One hundred and sixty eight hours since Angel had bandaged his wounds and
taken care of him.
10 080 minutes since the blond vampire had felt a little less alone in the
And a lifetime since he had felt like Will and not Spike.
Spike's lips turned up at the corners slightly. That was the clincher.
To Darla, he had always been 'boy'.
To frightened commoners all over England, he had been William the Bloody.
To Drusilla, he had been her Spike.
To the most recent incarnation of Angelus, he had been 'sit n' spin'.
But to Angelus, the *real* Angelus, he had always been, and would
always be, Will.
Two pairs of boots sounded heavily on pebbled pavements. Delicate shoes made
soft clacking noises. Anyone who passed the three travellers pulled up their
collar and hurried past, unwilling to go so far as to even make eye-contact with
Angelus, Darla and Spike were on the hunt.
The trio had only been in Belfast for one week and already the local
population was stricken with the most delightful terror. Rumours of brutal
killings by devils surely sent from Lucifer spread like the Plague through the
frightened community. Being visitors, and obviously wealthy, the three vampires
were duly warned frequently about it not being safe for persons of their high
station to be travelling around at night.
Whoever was 'concerned' enough to dispense the warning was usually found dead
in an alley come sunrise.
Angelus walked at a slow, measured pace, Darla's arm properly linked through
his. The youngest of the three trailed ever so slightly, however never further
than an arm's length away from his sire and grandsire. It looked for all the
world as if they were out for an evening stroll, or on their way to some grand
In reality, Darla was scouting for potential targets, Angelus was protecting
his sire's flank and Spike watched their backs and guarded against being taken
Darla sighed loudly. "The streets aren't as full with game as they usually
are." Angelus looked down, a smile curling his lips.
"Mayhaps these 'devils' there's talk about 're scarin' them away." Spike
snorted in laughter.
" 'Mayhaps' it's just your ridiculous moustache, Angelus," he commented
sardonically. Darla smirked in amusement and the dark haired vampire scowled at
his childe for mocking him in front of his sire, a growl sounding from deep in
his throat. Darla patted her childe's hand.
"Angelus," she chided, mirth heavy in her voice. "You were saying to me just
this morning you were thinking about shaving it off." Spike's grin grew larger,
as Angelus' frown became more pronounced. He hated when his childe jeered him in
front of his sire. Darla got vicarious pleasure out of his anger, and often
stopped him disciplining Spike immediately. Angelus blew air through his lips
testily. The younger vampire was doing it not only to just be an irritation, but
to win favour with Darla.
The pretty blond put a hand on his bicep, discouraging him from his initial
instincts, which were to drag the insolent vampire into a deserted alley and
show him *exactly* who was cleverer. Angelus swallowed slowly, calming
himself and raised Darla's pale hand to his lips, brushing them across cool
"Ye wilna miss th' way it tickles, then?" he murmured, scraping blunt teeth
across her knuckles. Spike's grin fell away, and was replaced with an aggrieved
expression of annoyance. Darla smiled seductively and walked slender fingers
over his lips.
Oh yes, Angelus could win Darla's favour too.
Spike cleared his throat. "I'm hungry." he stated abruptly. "Are we going to
eat or are you two itching for a quick shag?" Darla pulled her hand away from
her childe's mouth.
"The boy has an idea," she purred, tongue darting out to wet her lips.
Angelus turned to glance at the younger vampire. The poorly disguised hurt and
anger on Spike's face was palpable.
"Nae, 'tis best we sup first," he grinned rakishly. "Build up strength for...
later." Darla was appeased by this suggestion and linked her arm into Angelus'
"Very well, we shall eat first. But be sure to punish the boy later for his
rudeness. Such behaviour cannot go uncorrected." Angelus looked to Spike, a
stern expression on his face that somehow, did not reach his eyes. Reaching out,
he grabbed the hem of the younger vampire's jacket roughly and pulled him
closer, but slid the same hand up under it to rest on the small of his back.
"Dinna be concerned, Darla," the dark haired vampire's eyes smouldered with
intent of a completely different nature. "I plan to give Will's hide a good
seein' to later on."
Spike just smirked.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Angelus sunk his teeth into Spike's jugular, tearing at the skin. The older
vampire drank, not out of hunger, but as a display of superiority. Spike's yell
caught in his throat as the sensations of his sire drinking from him made him
light-headed. Elegantly manicured nails dug into naked skin, holding him down on
the imported linen that covered Angelus' bed.
The older vampire tore his mouth away from his childe's neck and watched with
yellow eyes as blood pumped sluggishly from the wound. Spike gasped for unneeded
breath as the pain and pleasure of the last few hours finally caught up with
him. Angelus bent down again and fastened his mouth over the wound, but instead
of draining still more blood, his features melted into those of his attractive
human mask, and he swirled his tongue over the punctures, willing them closed.
"Angelus.." Spike murmured, his chest rapidly rising and falling in an
automatic response. His sire appeared amused at the blatantly human reaction.
The younger vampire closed his eyes and reached a hand to the back of Angelus'
head and applied soft pressure. Angelus let out a low growl of approval.
Eventually the older vampire lifted his head. The two wounds had closed up,
and come tomorrow would be faded. He looked down at his childe and crushed their
lips together in a kiss that was at once brutal and tender, punishing and
conciliatory, but always absolute and inescapable.
"*Mine*." He whispered fiercely once they had separated, touching
his forehead to Spike's ridges. They melted away as Spike's faux breathing
slowly halted. "My Will." Spike could have sworn his undead heart actually
pulsed for a moment at his sire's words.
The room's temperature climbed slightly. The younger vampire looked towards
the heavily curtained window and observed as the dark green velvet drapes
lightened. The sun was rising. Angelus turned Spike's head towards his own.
"Enough. Ye've learnt yer lesson...I *hope*..." his voice took on a
slightly dangerous tone. "now sleep." The older man closed his eyes and settled
Spike against his body comfortably. Spike lay his head down on his sire's
shoulder, absently tracing patterns over Angelus' broad, moisture-soaked chest,
"Sire," he spoke up eventually.
"I told ye to sleep, Will. 'twas no' a request." Spike's brows knitted
slightly and pressed on.
"Because I'm ye sire, an' I tell ye t' *sleep*." Angelus' irritated
"No, not that... why do you keep calling me Will when no one else does?"
The older vampire was silent for a long moment. Spike thought he had fallen
back asleep when he received an answer.
"Tha's yer name, is it no'? Why shouldn't I call ye tha'?"
"No one else does."
"An' I'd kill them if they did." His sire answered matter-of-factly. Spike
raised his head, confusion etched on his handsome features. Angelus opened his
eyes and gave a small sigh.
"Ye may be William th' Bloody t' th' god-fearin' mortals, or Spike to others
still fer tha' little habit y'picked up in Essex," his lips curled up in a small
smirk. "But t'me. Ye'll always be Will. It dinna matter wha' happens, I know who
"Who am I?" Spike asked, failing at nonchalance miserably. "I mean, apart
from being a bloody good killer and all," Angelus chuckled at his childe's cocky
"Let's see... apart from being the 'bloody good killer'," The older vampire
humoured Spike's colloquialisms. "Y'are a quick, intelligent lad, but ye prefer
action rather than book-smarts t' get things done. Ye have no patience t' sit
down an' listen t' classical music, yet y'love t' dance. Ye hate bein' told what
t' do but *crave*" Angelus purred out the word, "domination." Spike
mulled over his sire's words.
"Ye have the tightest arse I've ever seen."
"That much is true."
Angelus laughed heartily at his agreement. "In short, ye're Will. An' nobody
knows ye like I do, so tha' makes ye *my* Will." Angelus tightened his
arm possessively around Spike's body. "Now, 'tis time t' sleep. Will I haveta
say it again?"
Queries stemmed for the moment, Spike shook his head mutely and rested his
head on Angelus' chest. His sire grunted in approval and pressed a kiss to soft,
dark hair before closing his eyes once again.
"Sleep well, Angelus," Spike murmured softly. Angelus yawned tiredly and
curled another arm around the other vampire's slighter form.
"Dream with me, Will."
Spike took a deep drag on his cigarette and leant back against his car,
blowing the smoke into a still night. The meeting had gone off without a hitch.
As soon as he had arrived in LA, the blond had contacted the demon and made the
trade without the least bit of fuss.
Simple as that.
And now he had one week to kill.
The blond vampire walked to a phone box a few metres away. The weak fluoro
light made him seem more pallid than usual. He stared at the receiver intently
before picking it up and passing it from hand to hand. Spike watched in detached
amusement as the receiver floated around by itself in the reflection of the
He clamped the handset between his ear and shoulder while he fished around in
the pocket of his duster. Spike pulled out a creased, dirty card and a quarter.
The blond squinted out the glass and looked across the street. It was after
hours and the Angel Investigations office was closed for the evening. There were
no lights on at street level, but that meant nothing. He was there.
Spike looked down at the phone number on the card and back across the street.
"Fuck." He cursed and shoved the quarter into the change slot. The vampire
punched out numbers quickly before he could change his mind. Harsh ringing
filled his ears as opposed to the steady dial tone.
The phone rang and rang and rang. Spike screwed up his face in distaste.
"..knew this was a bloody stupid idea... fuckin' hell why do I both-"
The blond clammed up, stunned into silence at the sound of the familiar
voice. Try as he might, Spike could not coax his normally faster-than-light
mouth to say a word for long moments. The other end of the line stayed
annoyingly silent. This was pointless.
"Fuck." He whispered, and went to hang up. The receiver was half-way from his
ear to the phonebox when his sharp ears picked up that one word.
Spike sucked in a useless gasp. It was different hearing it sober. He was
finally able to entice his slack jaw into action and replaced the receiver next
to his ear.
"Yeah." The blond croaked.
"I was told you were coming."
Indignation was enough to get his mouth moving. "Damn bloody Slayerettes,
they can't fucking well keep their gobs shut, can they? What, did they tell you
to put a bell around my neck, or what?" The voice on the other end actually
"That was my suggestion, actually."
Spike growled. "I don't know why I fucking well bother. Spending money
calling an ungrateful prick when I could be buying alcohol or at least doing
something a bit more enjoyable than talking to you. This is just painful-"
"Where are you?"
Spike's diatribe was cut short with the question. But before he could answer,
a door opened across the street. Angel stood in the doorway to his offices, cell
phone in hand. The two vampires stared at each other for what seemed like an
eternity, before the older man inclined his head slightly.
"Why don't you come on in."
"Why should I?"
"It wasn't a request."
Spike stifled a smile. Of course he could get in his car and drive away.
No-one was forcing him to stay.
He hung up the phone slowly and stepped out of the phone booth. Crushing his
cigarette into the pavement with his Docs, Spike walked deliberately across the
street. The younger vampire reached the door and looked up at his sire. Angel
closed his cell phone and gestured inside.
"Will." He nodded.
"Sire." Spike answered before he could stop himself. "Fuck." He cursed again.
A ghost of a smile played on Angel's face as he shut the door behind his