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Swan Song	By : Kyuuketsuki Category: BtVS AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Spike(William) > Angel(us)/Spike(William) Views: 4833 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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It was becoming unbearable. Every show of submission only triggered another attack. Obedience was rewarded with severe blows and cruel words. Cowering prompted even more brutal shows of dominance. He tolerated it, swallowing his pride until he could find a way to turn the tides. Then things changed.

All before Angelus had been content to humiliate Spike in private, or at the most for Drusilla�s entertainment. Spike hoped to maintain a beta position at most, even if he had to allow his grandsire to do whatever he wanted. All he needed was a little more time, and for him to get sloppy� to let his guard down.

Hunger overcame patience. He was tire pou pouncing on rats like a common alley cat, forced into those hunting habits since Angelus developed a fondness for stealing his human catches from him. He allowed him to take just enough blood to remain alive, as it was, before moving in. Acquiescence by starvation, and he found it sickening to the point of being insufferable. But it was more than just the three of them there that night, and he had assumed his grandsire would have bigger, better concerns than him since the topic of discussion seemed to be the Slayer. He got no farther than the stairs.

"And where do you think you�re going?" He could hear a snarl beneath the apparent amusement in Angelus� voice, and rose his own to a soft growl.

"Out."

"Out. Out where? Hmmm?"

"What bloody difference does it make to you what I do, mate?" Too late he realized his gambit was exactly what Angelus was waiting for. His sire had crossed the room in what seemed like a step, almost in flight, pinning him to the wall with no more than his presence. Angelus watched the minute changes in Spike�s expression flick back and forth; both fully aware of a dozen pairs of eyes locked on them.

He could save himself some pain and lose all the grudging respect and sway he held over the local vampires by tucking tail and coming to heel by Angelus� side... No� That was not an option. If he fought, challenged Angelus� superiority� Or if he moved quickly enough, he might make it out the door before his sire sent the others to collect him�

Angelus timed his charge perfectly. He saw Spike�s expression set, and then went straight for his throat. His teeth cut deep, and he allowed the blood to drool down his face until he had drained off just enough, then drew back. Spike gave a soft whimper and stumbled against the wall before sliding down it to lie in a heap at the foot of the stairs, drowning in a sea of swirling colors and echoed, muffled laughter.

Spike woke up two days later, still sick and dizzy from blood loss and hunger. He struggled to lean up on his arms and felt cool hands flutter over his back.

"Shhh� Miss Edith says you need your rest," she cooed gently. He relaxed a little, comforted by her presence despite some of the tortures she�d encouraged Angelus to put him through, "I�ve brought you a present�" Her touch vanished, and he heard rustling, then hard leather encased his throat. He tried to jerked away from her.

U!"U!" She jerked hard on the thick band around his neck, wrestling the buckle shut.

"Shhhh�. We don�t want our pretty pet getting lost, so I got him a nice collar. Angelus and I picked it out together. Don�t the tags playing against each other sound lovely? Like little bells�" She flicked her fingers against the heart and star shaped blanks dangling from the black collar as she secured a padlock to the back, "There. Now you can�t lose it." She patted him on the head before dancing off to find Angelus, leaving Spike in a state of empty shock.

He tolerated the jeers and comments of the demons who once cowered before him with surprising dignity. He ignored most, or occasionally responded with a cool, apathetic glance. When they discovered they could do nothing to hurt him without doing physical damage, and incurring the wrath of Angelus, they stopped for the most part.

It was a rare day in Sunnydale. Rainy. The sun was hidden behind dark storm clouds, and lightning cut through the morning skies. The first crack of thunder had woken Spike from a nightmare-filled sleep on a rug by the bed Angelus and Dru shared. He had always liked lightning, even as a small child. Where others hid in closets and the folds of their mother�s frocks, he could always be found in the highest window of the house, trying to get as close as possible to the sky�s fire.

He ventured to the closest window, heavy drapes pulled tight, and cautiously drew one back a crack. The sky was dark as night. He looked back at the sleeping pair on the bed, at the one he thought had loved him. His hand crept up to the collar locked around his neck, and he felt something he�d never felt for her before. His lip curled back from his fangs, and he spat a soft curse at theforefore vanishing from the mansion and into the unyielding storm.

It had been a long time since he�d been outside at such an hour. Children splashed past him, playing in puddles, on the way to school. One bumped into him, nearly knocking both of them down, and then smiled a bright apology before dancing down the street. He watched her go with hollow eyes.

He managed to find a homeless man in an alley to feed off, feeling a little of his strength returning. Rage tinted the gold of his demon�s eyes vermilion. He was going to get the hell out of this town, but first�

He kept a careful watch on the skies, and places he could hide if the storm should cease abruptly. It was surprisingly easy to sneak into the high school in broad daylight. None of the passing adults even looked up at him, assuming him one of the school�s older students. The "Professional Students" as many of the teachers mockingly referred to them. They all had the habit of rolling in whenever the felt like it. It made it far too simple.

He was expecting the Watcher, but wasn�t totally surprised to see the back of a red head in front of a computer monitor. She didn�t even look up at the thump of the door opening.

"Nothing yet. I don�t know what they could be up to�"

"Want a hand?" he spoke in his sweetest purr, and was delighted to see the girl start in fear. She backed across the desk, feeling for a weapon.

"But it�s day, and you�re a vampire, and day and vampires make for� are you going to kill me?"

He moved closer to her, almost able to taste her fear. He shook his head slowly, silently mouthing no.

"Angelus has betrayed me. Drusilla has betrayed me. If that bit of fluff can off �em, fine with me. I�ll tell you whatever you want to know about his plans."

Willow listened carefully, always watching the blonde vampire out of the corner of her eye as she took her notes. She could hear his delight in turning and betraying his ex-comrades to his worst enemies. When he was done talking, she saved her file and then turned to stare at him with wide, cat-curious eyes.

"Why are you doing this�? I mean, was it really that bad?" He found himself trapped in her warm gaze for a moment. Her eyes were searing, and he turned away sharply before she could look inside him and see his humiliation, his self-loathing, and worse, his self-pity. He felt her hand warm upon his shoulder. Those eyes again� Enraged, he tugged the collar of his jacket away from his neck, then pulled the leather band away from his throat enough to reveal freshly re-opened bite wounds.

"There! That answer your bloody question?"

"He� he bit you? Is that all�?" He forced himself to back off, and fought the demon inside him back down, then turned hard, hurt blue eyes on her.

"Do you understand what it means when one vampire bites another� and doesn�t kill him? Of course you bloody well can�t. You�re just� just another stupid sheep waiting to be slaughtered."

"Oh� Will you help us, then?"

"You�re on your own, ducks. As soon as I�ve nicked my keys back from them, I�m catching the first motorway out of this bloody hellhole."

"Where will you go?" He chuckled darkly to himself at the genuine concern and curiosity in her voice, and waved his hand in an exaggerated gesture.

"Any way the wind blows�"

The mansion was still death-quiet when he returned. If he was lucky, it would remain that way. It took an hour of painstakingly quiet scrounging before he came up with his keys. He ran his fingers over the black and red stained-glass cobra he�d killed a biker for and smiled brightly, giving a last glance back at the stairs where his sire and grandsire slept in each other�s arms, and strolled out the door for the last time, hoping the sound of the engine starting woke them.

He didn�t look back agas hes he droown own the empty road leading north. Instead he just reached over and turned on the radio. The song playing was soft and mellow, but for the moment, it felt completely and totally right.

Take me to the station, and put me on a train,

I've got no expectations to pass through here again.

Once I was a rich man, now I am so poor,

but never in my sweet short life have I felt like this before.

You heart is like a diamond, you throw your pearls at swine,

and as I watch you leaving me, you pack my peace of mind.

Our love was like the water, that splashes on a stone,

our love is like our music, it's here and now it's gone

So take me to the airport, and put me on a plane,

I've got no expectations to pass through here again.

"No ctatctations" by the Rolling Stones [Beggar's Banquet]
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