ATS/BTVS - Spike/Angel(us) - Injured - Rated R
Title: Injured
Author: tamibrandt
Fandom: ATS/BTVS
Rating: R
Charater(s)/Pairing: Spike/Angel(us)
Summary: Takes place at the end of ATS Season 5 DAMAGE. Angel remembers another time Spike was severely hurt and needed him.
Warnings: Slight spoiler for ATS 5.11 DAMAGE, BTVS 2.10 WHAT'S MY LINE PART II, violence, slight bloodplay, language
Notes: Myself, lexa4227
Word Count: 1,805
Written for 10_hurt_comfort
My Table Here
ANGEL: She's an innocent victim.
SPIKE: So were we... once upon a time.
ANGEL: Once upon a time.
ATS 5.11, Damage
Angel stared down at Spike lying in the bed with his arms bandaged to the elbow. He’d seen Spike in pain before. He remembered his childe confined to a wheelchair several years back due to a broken back caused by Buffy felling a church organ on him.
But, the reattached limbs didn’t bring to mind broken bones. No, it instead reminded him of the one and only time back in 1883 when he was forced into allowing Darla to take Spike with her to the Master’s court. It was a ritual to her. Every new fledging went to visit the Master. Angelus went when he was just turned and challenged the old bat for Darla’s favor. Drusilla had gone thinking it was a big adventure and came back in a torn and soiled dress, crying her eyes out piteously.
After that display, Angelus had argued with Darla over William. It was one thing for Angelus himself to discipline Spike; it was another to hand him over to the Master to be violated. But, Darla refused to be swayed on the matter. Her Sire had called her and the newest family member to be in his presence and Darla would obey.
Angelus had paced the house like a caged tiger all the while imagining things that could go wrong while Spike was with the Master. Spike’s insolence, while tolerated by him, Darla and Drusilla, would not sit well with the Master. He just prayed that Spike behaved himself while in his Great Grandsire’s presence.
Over the span of a week, Angelus had fed for sustenance, but he found no joy in the kill while Spike was foremost in his mind. Drusilla had done all her fragile mind knew of to distract him. He had to give her credit for that. Finally, the day had come when he heard the hoof beats and rickety wheels of Darla’s carriage stopping in front of the house.
Drusilla burst out of the house babbling happily. She was excited to see her Spike again. Angelus stopped in the doorway and watched the dark carriage. He watched Drusilla carefully open the door and peek inside. Then he saw his insane girl’s back go rigid. The door opened wider and Darla had gracefully stepped out of the carriage, but there was no Spike. Where was Spike?
Darla walked regally to the house with a smug look on her face. When she was about to pass Angelus, she hissed, “That boy of yours needs to be taught a lesson, Angelus. He utterly embarrassed me in front of the Master. I cannot believe the audacity of that boy. The way he acted, you wouldn’t think that he was brought up in this day and age.”
Angelus looked at her. “I’m teaching him to survive, not to show decorum to that decrepit old bat.”
“You two are a right pair, Angelus. Take care of him or I will,” Darla warned before going into the house.
Angelus watched her walk away and then he walked down to the carriage. Opening the door he, the Scourge of Europe, master torturer, was sickened by what he saw. Even he wouldn’t go this far in punishing Spike. Sire or not, he would tell Darla just what he thought of her beloved Sire. Damn the old crone to hell.
Spike was out cold lying on the floor of the carriage. For all appearances his skin was a grayish-white color. His cheekbones were protruding from the skin like a razor’s edge threatening to cut through the flesh. The boy looked as if he were denied blood for the entire week.
Angelus climbed into the carriage and picked Spike up as carefully as possible. The blonde moaned painfully when the movement caused broken bones to shift. Angelus cringed at the grating sound. He cradled the boy to his chest as he climbed out of the carriage and carried the emaciated vampire into the house.
When he entered, he slammed the door shut with his foot. “Drusilla! Get some rags and water and meet me upstairs!” he called out as he ascended the stairs to Spike’s room.
Drusilla skittered around to collect the items and hurried up the stairs. She wanted to be with Spike. Her Spike was strong and lively and larger than life. The way he was now wasn’t him. She prayed her daddy could fix him. She missed her playmate.
Angelus laid Spike on the bed and turned to the task of undressing him so that he could examine the extent of his condition. Behind him the door opened allowing Drusilla entry with a tray of items that her Sire requested.
“What happened to him?” Drusilla asked softly.
“I don’t know, princess. It looks like he hasn’t fed in a week and he’s been beaten,” Angelus answered, his teeth clenched in anger.
Drusilla sat on the pillows next to Spike and ran a damp cloth over his face. Angelus threw Spike’s clothing in a corner and looked the boy over. He had bruises and cuts that weren’t healing due to the malnourishment as well as the broken bones he noticed when he carried Spike from the carriage.
“Clean him as best you can, Dru. I’ll be right back,” Angelus said before he wrenched the bedroom door opened and stalked out in search of his Sire.
He found her sitting primly and brushing out her hair in front of the vanity in their bedroom. Angelus stormed into the room and slammed the door so hard it rattled on its hinges. “What the hell did you think you were doing, Darla?”
“I don’t know what you mean, dear boy. And I’ll ask you kindly not to raise your voice to me,” she replied evenly.
Angelus growled at her nonchalance. “Don’t give me that, woman! You know damn well what I mean! How could you let that sniveling old bat do that to Spike? Do you not remember what he did to Drusilla when you dragged her there? She was curled in a ball, shaking and babbling about monsters killing pixies for weeks! Is that what you want to happen to him? Are you that much of a selfish bitch?”
Darla regarded her angry childe. “He brought it on himself, Angelus. If he only had the smallest inkling of appropriate behavior while in the presence of an Elder he wouldn’t be in the condition he is now.”
“Your precious Master beat and starved him during his entire stay, didn’t he? Don’t lie to me, Darla. I can see it when I look at him. He’s gaunt. No more, Sire. You hear me? I won’t let you leave for that wretched bastard’s Court with any of my childer. You’ve had your pleasure with them. I’m the one that gave you permission to use them as you wish. But, I am drawing the line of you ever taking them to see him again!”
“Angelus, you are letting this situation bother you more than it should. Dru and Spike are vampires. They’ll survive a trip to see my Sire. He always enjoys meeting the new members of our Order,” Darla said with a wistful smile.
“Do you not understand the situation at all? One of our own is lying unconscious as we speak! He is your grandchilde! Do you not feel the screaming pain through the blood we all share? I may be hard on William, but I do that to teach him a lesson. What the Master did to him is unforgivable. The next time that bastard touches something that is mine; I’ll stake his shriveled heart!”
Angelus glared at his Sire before he stalked to the door and slammed it behind him. He went to collect as much blood as he could, draining at least ten victims for the life-sustaining fluid. Returning to the house, he immediately went to Spike’s room where Drusilla was lazily bathing him and talking to herself.
Angelus’ body was running hot with the new blood in his system. He felt rejuvenated. He was also horny. But that was secondary to taking care of Spike. He may not have always agreed with his youngest childe. He had thought him rash, stubborn and perilous, but he didn’t ever wish him dead. Not deep down.
“Well, poppet how is our boy?” Angelus was still angry with Darla, but his voice was light when he addressed Drusilla, even if it did sound edgy to his ears.
“He’s still sick. He won’t wake up. The stars are winking out of the sky because their brightest star won’t sparkle. He has no life. He is a shadow,” Drusilla babbled.
“Well then, we’ll have to see what we can do about that won’t we?” Angelus moved to the bed and sat at the edge.
Spike’s body was literally covered in black and blue welts; abrasions and his lips were chapped as if they were parched from thirst. The welts weren’t bright red and rosy pink as when Angelus had beaten Spike. No, the Master had been particularly vicious with his boy. He had probably seen a lot of Angelus’ behavior in Spike and punished him severely for it.
Angelus sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at Spike. He scraped a fingernail across his neck, breaking the skin. Once he felt the blood well up, he leaned down over his childe and pressed the cut against the blonde’s lips. He felt Spike stir under him a little and then there was a slight pressure as the younger vampire suckled on the wound.
“That’s my boy,” Angelus whispered encouragingly in Spike’s ear.
Angel shook his head to clear the memory. After feeding Spike his blood, he had left him to heal and not a word was spoken about the incident again. The dark vampire’s eyes were intense as they watched Spike now.
“What are you brooding about now, Angel?” Spike asked.
“Nothing really, this,” Angel waved his hand indicating Spike’s condition brought on by the deranged Slayer, “brought back a memory of when Darla took you to see the Master,” Angel replied.
Spike shuddered in revulsion as the memory passed through his mind. His expression was quizzical as he watched his Sire.
“I just want to say . . . I’m sorry for letting that happen to you . . . and this. I should have been there with you, then and now,” Angel said softly.
“No worries, Ang. What’s past is past, no changing it now. You can just move on,” Spike said with the slightest hint of hope in his voice.
The corner of Angel’s mouth turned up in a ghost of a smile at the possibilities that brought to mind.
Author: tamibrandt
Fandom: ATS/BTVS
Rating: R
Charater(s)/Pairing: Spike/Angel(us)
Summary: Takes place at the end of ATS Season 5 DAMAGE. Angel remembers another time Spike was severely hurt and needed him.
Warnings: Slight spoiler for ATS 5.11 DAMAGE, BTVS 2.10 WHAT'S MY LINE PART II, violence, slight bloodplay, language
Notes: Myself, lexa4227
Word Count: 1,805
Written for 10_hurt_comfort
My Table Here
ANGEL: She's an innocent victim.
SPIKE: So were we... once upon a time.
ANGEL: Once upon a time.
ATS 5.11, Damage
Angel stared down at Spike lying in the bed with his arms bandaged to the elbow. He’d seen Spike in pain before. He remembered his childe confined to a wheelchair several years back due to a broken back caused by Buffy felling a church organ on him.
But, the reattached limbs didn’t bring to mind broken bones. No, it instead reminded him of the one and only time back in 1883 when he was forced into allowing Darla to take Spike with her to the Master’s court. It was a ritual to her. Every new fledging went to visit the Master. Angelus went when he was just turned and challenged the old bat for Darla’s favor. Drusilla had gone thinking it was a big adventure and came back in a torn and soiled dress, crying her eyes out piteously.
After that display, Angelus had argued with Darla over William. It was one thing for Angelus himself to discipline Spike; it was another to hand him over to the Master to be violated. But, Darla refused to be swayed on the matter. Her Sire had called her and the newest family member to be in his presence and Darla would obey.
Angelus had paced the house like a caged tiger all the while imagining things that could go wrong while Spike was with the Master. Spike’s insolence, while tolerated by him, Darla and Drusilla, would not sit well with the Master. He just prayed that Spike behaved himself while in his Great Grandsire’s presence.
Over the span of a week, Angelus had fed for sustenance, but he found no joy in the kill while Spike was foremost in his mind. Drusilla had done all her fragile mind knew of to distract him. He had to give her credit for that. Finally, the day had come when he heard the hoof beats and rickety wheels of Darla’s carriage stopping in front of the house.
Drusilla burst out of the house babbling happily. She was excited to see her Spike again. Angelus stopped in the doorway and watched the dark carriage. He watched Drusilla carefully open the door and peek inside. Then he saw his insane girl’s back go rigid. The door opened wider and Darla had gracefully stepped out of the carriage, but there was no Spike. Where was Spike?
Darla walked regally to the house with a smug look on her face. When she was about to pass Angelus, she hissed, “That boy of yours needs to be taught a lesson, Angelus. He utterly embarrassed me in front of the Master. I cannot believe the audacity of that boy. The way he acted, you wouldn’t think that he was brought up in this day and age.”
Angelus looked at her. “I’m teaching him to survive, not to show decorum to that decrepit old bat.”
“You two are a right pair, Angelus. Take care of him or I will,” Darla warned before going into the house.
Angelus watched her walk away and then he walked down to the carriage. Opening the door he, the Scourge of Europe, master torturer, was sickened by what he saw. Even he wouldn’t go this far in punishing Spike. Sire or not, he would tell Darla just what he thought of her beloved Sire. Damn the old crone to hell.
Spike was out cold lying on the floor of the carriage. For all appearances his skin was a grayish-white color. His cheekbones were protruding from the skin like a razor’s edge threatening to cut through the flesh. The boy looked as if he were denied blood for the entire week.
Angelus climbed into the carriage and picked Spike up as carefully as possible. The blonde moaned painfully when the movement caused broken bones to shift. Angelus cringed at the grating sound. He cradled the boy to his chest as he climbed out of the carriage and carried the emaciated vampire into the house.
When he entered, he slammed the door shut with his foot. “Drusilla! Get some rags and water and meet me upstairs!” he called out as he ascended the stairs to Spike’s room.
Drusilla skittered around to collect the items and hurried up the stairs. She wanted to be with Spike. Her Spike was strong and lively and larger than life. The way he was now wasn’t him. She prayed her daddy could fix him. She missed her playmate.
Angelus laid Spike on the bed and turned to the task of undressing him so that he could examine the extent of his condition. Behind him the door opened allowing Drusilla entry with a tray of items that her Sire requested.
“What happened to him?” Drusilla asked softly.
“I don’t know, princess. It looks like he hasn’t fed in a week and he’s been beaten,” Angelus answered, his teeth clenched in anger.
Drusilla sat on the pillows next to Spike and ran a damp cloth over his face. Angelus threw Spike’s clothing in a corner and looked the boy over. He had bruises and cuts that weren’t healing due to the malnourishment as well as the broken bones he noticed when he carried Spike from the carriage.
“Clean him as best you can, Dru. I’ll be right back,” Angelus said before he wrenched the bedroom door opened and stalked out in search of his Sire.
He found her sitting primly and brushing out her hair in front of the vanity in their bedroom. Angelus stormed into the room and slammed the door so hard it rattled on its hinges. “What the hell did you think you were doing, Darla?”
“I don’t know what you mean, dear boy. And I’ll ask you kindly not to raise your voice to me,” she replied evenly.
Angelus growled at her nonchalance. “Don’t give me that, woman! You know damn well what I mean! How could you let that sniveling old bat do that to Spike? Do you not remember what he did to Drusilla when you dragged her there? She was curled in a ball, shaking and babbling about monsters killing pixies for weeks! Is that what you want to happen to him? Are you that much of a selfish bitch?”
Darla regarded her angry childe. “He brought it on himself, Angelus. If he only had the smallest inkling of appropriate behavior while in the presence of an Elder he wouldn’t be in the condition he is now.”
“Your precious Master beat and starved him during his entire stay, didn’t he? Don’t lie to me, Darla. I can see it when I look at him. He’s gaunt. No more, Sire. You hear me? I won’t let you leave for that wretched bastard’s Court with any of my childer. You’ve had your pleasure with them. I’m the one that gave you permission to use them as you wish. But, I am drawing the line of you ever taking them to see him again!”
“Angelus, you are letting this situation bother you more than it should. Dru and Spike are vampires. They’ll survive a trip to see my Sire. He always enjoys meeting the new members of our Order,” Darla said with a wistful smile.
“Do you not understand the situation at all? One of our own is lying unconscious as we speak! He is your grandchilde! Do you not feel the screaming pain through the blood we all share? I may be hard on William, but I do that to teach him a lesson. What the Master did to him is unforgivable. The next time that bastard touches something that is mine; I’ll stake his shriveled heart!”
Angelus glared at his Sire before he stalked to the door and slammed it behind him. He went to collect as much blood as he could, draining at least ten victims for the life-sustaining fluid. Returning to the house, he immediately went to Spike’s room where Drusilla was lazily bathing him and talking to herself.
Angelus’ body was running hot with the new blood in his system. He felt rejuvenated. He was also horny. But that was secondary to taking care of Spike. He may not have always agreed with his youngest childe. He had thought him rash, stubborn and perilous, but he didn’t ever wish him dead. Not deep down.
“Well, poppet how is our boy?” Angelus was still angry with Darla, but his voice was light when he addressed Drusilla, even if it did sound edgy to his ears.
“He’s still sick. He won’t wake up. The stars are winking out of the sky because their brightest star won’t sparkle. He has no life. He is a shadow,” Drusilla babbled.
“Well then, we’ll have to see what we can do about that won’t we?” Angelus moved to the bed and sat at the edge.
Spike’s body was literally covered in black and blue welts; abrasions and his lips were chapped as if they were parched from thirst. The welts weren’t bright red and rosy pink as when Angelus had beaten Spike. No, the Master had been particularly vicious with his boy. He had probably seen a lot of Angelus’ behavior in Spike and punished him severely for it.
Angelus sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at Spike. He scraped a fingernail across his neck, breaking the skin. Once he felt the blood well up, he leaned down over his childe and pressed the cut against the blonde’s lips. He felt Spike stir under him a little and then there was a slight pressure as the younger vampire suckled on the wound.
“That’s my boy,” Angelus whispered encouragingly in Spike’s ear.
Angel shook his head to clear the memory. After feeding Spike his blood, he had left him to heal and not a word was spoken about the incident again. The dark vampire’s eyes were intense as they watched Spike now.
“What are you brooding about now, Angel?” Spike asked.
“Nothing really, this,” Angel waved his hand indicating Spike’s condition brought on by the deranged Slayer, “brought back a memory of when Darla took you to see the Master,” Angel replied.
Spike shuddered in revulsion as the memory passed through his mind. His expression was quizzical as he watched his Sire.
“I just want to say . . . I’m sorry for letting that happen to you . . . and this. I should have been there with you, then and now,” Angel said softly.
“No worries, Ang. What’s past is past, no changing it now. You can just move on,” Spike said with the slightest hint of hope in his voice.
The corner of Angel’s mouth turned up in a ghost of a smile at the possibilities that brought to mind.