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The Birthday Present	By : SpikesEvilbint Category: Angel the Series > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9975 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N Thanks for the revs - really appreciate them. :)

Warning on this chapter - there is torture - it's not pretty!

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty

Spike was breathing hard as he stood back to survey his work. He thought that he�d feel more satisfied than he did. But somehow he felt as if this made him the bad guy, and he wasn�t sure why that bothered him but it did. His memories told him that he was the ultimate bad guy. He was a vampire � it�s what vampires were. So how come when he looked at the broken body in front of him, he felt emptier than he ever had? McDonald was alive � just barely, and for how much longer Spike wasn�t sure.

*~*~*~*

He�d started off slowly with his former torturer, taking time to work the handle of the baseball bat into the man�s rectum. That part he had enjoyed. McDonald hadn�t much though. It was probably because of how far Spike had shoved the bat in before he stopped rather than because of the width of the handle itself. Spike shuddered when he recalled all the wide plugs that had been used on his arse during his captivity.

Once Spike had worked the child sized baseball bat in far enough so that it wouldn�t fall out when he let go of it, he walked round to stare at McDonald�s face. Tears were streaming down the man�s cheeks and his whole body was racked with tremors. Spike kept his vampiric face to the fore, his anger re-fuelled each time that his crooked tooth caught on the inside of his lip.

�Not very nice is it? Not sure that this is quite as bad as having a whole bunch of buddies shag the arse and mouth off you, though.� Spike wiped the tears from McDonald, smiling as the man tried to recoil. �Don�t fret; not gonna be sticking my cock inside you. I�ll save that for Lindsey.�

Spike thought that McDonald was going to have a heart attack after he said that. The man writhed violently in his bonds, choking and struggling to breathe around the gag. Spike�s resolve to kill McDonald weakened for a moment as he thought of Lindsey. How could he be with him if he killed his father? But how could he be with him if he didn�t? McDonald, even before tonight, would have sent him straight back to The Initiative if he had gone home to Lindsey.

Spike glanced over to the wall where he�d been tethered to wait for the next day�s torment and growled loudly as he saw the ring, that he�d ripped from his hand to enable him to get free, still hanging on the wall. He rubbed the scar on his hand and turned his attention back to McDonald. Spike remembered the pain all too well.

The bastard clipped my other hand to my cock.

Spike marched over to where there was a workbench and what Spike hoped would turn out to be a box full of tools. He wasn�t disappointed. He looked back over his shoulder to see McDonald�s terrified eyes watching him.

�Got a good selection for me to chose from, haven�t you, Daddy dearest?�

Spike grinned when he saw one particular item.

God, this is even better than finding the baseball bat.

He picked it up and made sure that McDonald could see it as he walked back. Spike wondered just how sound proof the basement was. He�d really like to take the gag out before he used the tool. His tongue worried at the sore patch near his top left fang whilst he considered whether to do it or not.

�What the hell.�

Spike roughly unfastened the gag and pulled it out of the man�s mouth. McDonald sucked in deep lungfuls of air.

�Please�don�t,� he gasped, eyes scrunched up with the pain from his torn bowels. He knew that he was going to die at the hands of his former toy, but he just wanted it over with. The pain�oh, Christ, the pain�

�What? Did you ever listen to me? Did you ever think �oh, I�ll stop �cause this is really hurting Spike�?� Spike shook his head sadly. �No, you just carried right on � the more it hurt the better it was. You sick bastard.�

�You�re�no�better. You deserved it.�

Spike grabbed his hair and banged McDonald�s chin against the table. �I�m a vampire. A demon. It�s what I do! You�re not supposed to be like that � you have a soul.�

Blood dripped from McDonald�s mouth from where he�d bitten his tongue. Spike gave his head a last shake and then walked a pace and grabbed hold of McDonald�s engorged cock. Spike laughed as he heard McDonald�s pleas.

�Oh, God, no�please��

Spike concentrated on the tip of the penis. He had to push a little forcefully to get the tip of the rivet gun into the moist slit. He lined it up so it would pierce McDonald�s cock in more or less the same place as his own had been pierced. Spike squeezed the riveter and admired the flat brass rivet that he had applied. It reminded him of the studs in his favourite belt. The volume of McDonald�s screams hurt Spike�s ears and he cursed his decision to remove the gag. The smell of the blood made him salivate. He wiped the corner of his mouth and walked back to face McDonald. The man, to Spike�s disgust, was barely conscious.

Spike slapped the man�s face lightly to bring him around. �No going to sleep just yet,� he said coldly.

McDonald�s eye�s opened slightly but still looked out of focus. Spike wrenched the man�s mouth open and grabbed his tongue. McDonald tried to pull his tongue back and his eyes widened with horror as Spike stuck his own tongue out and played the stud along the edge of his teeth.

�Mmmrrhh.� McDonald tried to speak.

�I�ll say it again, no one asked me what I wanted � no one listened to my pain.�

Spike brought the rivet gun up and with a swift squeeze, a shiny brass stud was attached through the centre of McDonald�s tongue. The man slammed his jaw shut so quickly that Spike barely had time to get his fingers out of the way. To add insult to injury, McDonald�s reactions neatly bit off the tip of his tongue.

�Oh, that�s got to smart a bit,� said Spike, watching with growing excitement as blood poured from McDonald�s mouth.

He tilted his head on one side, leaned forwards and licked some of the blood off McDonald�s chin. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of lapping fresh warm human blood and then moving to the side, he licked along the man�s jugular vein. McDonald knew what was coming judging by his wet sounding moans, but he was powerless to stop it. Spike bit into the flesh of his neck. The incision wasn�t quite as neat as it should be, the crooked tooth making it a little more difficult for Spike to catch all of the blood as it rushed out of the vein. Spike nearly passed out with pleasure as he took long slow swallows. His cock sprang into life and was pressing painfully against the zip of his jeans as it sought release. Spike reluctantly stopped drinking and licked the wound closed before he drained the man completely. That would be too easy a death.

He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth to catch where the blood had spilled onto his chin, glaring as he saw how much was on his hand afterwards. Fucking can�t even feed properly with this sodding fang. Mind you, it was better than having no fangs. He shuddered. Warren; that was the bastard�s name. I need to have a little chat with Warren.

�Where does Warren live?� he snarled at McDonald.

It was no good. The man was past speech. He was past pretty much everything. In fact, the only thing that he was still able to pass was the line between life and death. Rage took over Spike then, when the man couldn�t answer his question. It was irrational. How could he be angry at someone who he had tortured to the extent of being incapable of speech? The answer was because he�d been there too many times himself during his time in the program. Fury at what had been done to him, made what little control he had over his anger shatter.

With bestial growls, Spike unfastened McDonald from his bench and dragged him by one arm to the wall where Spike had been shackled. The baseball bat worked itself loose as the body jolted and Spike picked it up once McDonald was slumped against the wall. He didn�t care that he was holding it by its bloody handle; he just swung it with full vampire force at the man�s ankle. The pain jolted McDonald out of his semi-conscious state just long enough to give a guttural scream. Spike repeated it with the other ankle and both knees. The legs soon more closely resembled twisted rope than limbs.

Spike wrenched McDonald on to his belly and savagely thrust the baseball bat up the man�s torn and bleeding hole as far as it could go, feeling it rip and tear. Panting heavily, he stared at the dying man for several minutes. He ran a trembling, bloody hand over his face; it changed back to human as he sat down on the floor of the basement with a thud when his legs gave way.

What have I done?

*~*~*~*

Angel drove for two hours before he turned the car around and floored it back to Sunnydale. If he couldn�t be in the same house as Spike, so be it, but he needed to be able to see that he was okay. He knew Spike and he knew that his sanity was hanging by a thread � unless it had already snapped.

He noticed that Oz�s car was gone from outside but that Willow�s was still there. Why had wolf-boy left Spike? The full moon. Oz had obviously caged himself up like a nice tame little puppy dog. Angel growled under his breath. He was jealous of the fact that Spike wanted to be near to the werewolf.

It was getting light as Angel got out of the car and walked up to the front door. He�d just tell Buffy that he was back and then he�d find someplace to stay. He looked up at the lightening sky � it still sort of freaked him out that he no longer had to hide from the sun. He drew in a deep breath, readying himself for another ear bashing from Buffy and knocked on the door.

To his surprise, it flew open almost immediately and a wild-eyed Buffy was standing before him.

�Oh, it�s you.� She visibly slumped as she spoke.

�Um�yeah. Buffy, what�s wrong, you look awful. Oh, God � Spike?�

�Is gone,� replied Buffy, turning her back on him and walking away.

�Gone? Shit! Did you stake him?� Angel roughly grabbed her arm and pulled her round to face him. He groaned and closed his eyes as the chip fired. Fucking thing! �Why did you do it?�

Buffy angrily shrugged his hand off. �I never said I staked him � I said that he was gone. He�s missing, AWOL, run away � take your pick.�

�What? How?� Angel spluttered.

�I need to sit down,� said Buffy wearily.

They walked into the lounge. Willow, having heard Angel�s arrival, rushed down the stairs and followed them in.

�Angel, you�re back,� said Willow.

�Yeah.� He sat on an armchair, not wanting to sit on the couch where not long ago he and Spike had� �And Spike�s took off. How was that possible? I thought you kept the place locked down with the magics?�

Willow glanced at Buffy before answering. Angel noticed and rounded on Buffy.

�You couldn�t leave him alone, could you? You�re a freaking hypocrite. You kick me out for being with him and then you do the same?�

Buffy held out her hands in submission. �Angel, I�m way too tired to listen to you. I know I was stupid but it�s done. We�ve got to get him back before the cops or The Initiative find him.�

�Oh, Christ. He�s been listed as missing by his owners?� Angel was horrified. He knew exactly what would befall Spike if he were found and he knew that it would be a miracle if he wasn�t.

Willow nodded. �We�ve been up all night trying to find him, but since he took Oz�s car, he could be anywhere by now. If I were him, I�d try to get as far from here as possible, wouldn�t you?�

Angel slowly shook his head. �Running away�s not Spike�s style. He�ll want revenge.�

Buffy wrapped her arms around her body. �He�ll be caught then. They�re bound to be watching his owner�s house.

�Do you know where it is? Have you checked it?� said Angel urgently.

�We don�t know where Lindsey lives. He�s only just moved out from the family home. Oz does but until he changes back, we can�t find out,� said Willow. She glanced at the sky through the window. �I�ll go home and let him out of the pen. We'll go check up on Lindsey.�

�Willow, you look even more exhausted than Buffy. Let Oz go. Spike trusts him.� It hurt Angel to say it but it was true. He glanced back to Buffy. �Didn�t you say that it was the father that Spike escaped from?�

Buffy nodded. �You don�t think he�s gone there do you?� Crap! Why didn�t I think of it?

�I would,� said Angel grimly.

Unlike all of the other vamps that they had rescued, Angel had never been with an owner � they had intercepted him whilst in transit to his buyer. Short of storming The Initiative, which would be suicidal, Angel couldn�t get any revenge for what had been done to him.

�But he can�t hurt anyone � so what good could it do?� asked Willow. She pulled her feet up beneath her on the couch.

�Would the chip go off if he set fire to the house? Cut the brake pipes on the car? There�s plenty of stuff that is indirect enough for it not to hurt,� said Angel bitterly.

Buffy stared at Angel. �Seems like you�ve given it a lot of thought,� she said quietly. Angel had never really talked about his feelings about The Initiative.

�I have. If I thought that no innocents would be killed, I would torch the place. If I didn�t have my soul, I�d probably burn it regardless.� He glanced at the girls in turn. �So do we know where his owner�s dad lives, then?�

Willow stood up and took out the telephone directory. �We soon will.�

Willow found the address, wrote it down on a scrap of paper and passed it to Angel.

�I�ll go check it out,� said Angel, as he stood up.

�I�ll come with.� Buffy began to rise from her chair.

�No, Buffy. Stay here. You never know � he may come back here if he sees a patrol out looking for him.�

Buffy felt relieved when Angel said that. She needed sleep and plenty of it. She covered her mouth with her hand as she yawned. �Okay, but if you find anything, anything at all, you�ll let me know.�

�I will, I promise.�

�I�ll go and see to Oz and then catch some sleep myself. Oz can get in touch with Lindsey,� said Willow.

Buffy snuggled back down into the chair, and was asleep almost before her friends left.

As they walked down the path to their cars, Willow laid a hand on Angel�s arm. �Be careful. They could find you while they�re looking for Spike.�

�Thanks, Willow. I will be. I have no intention of ever going back in there.� I�d stake myself first.

They got into their respective cars and drove away.

Angel parked three houses up from the McDonald�s and, as quietly as a cat, he moved through the gardens until he could see in through the windows. There werea few empty beer bottles and a screwed up packet of some snack or other. The TV was blaring but Angel couldn�t see anyone in the room. He prowled around until he had looked into every room at ground level but for the basement. Angel could see that the door was open but other than that, he didn�t know.

He went to the back door and opened it; he didn�t feel the familiar energy of the magics that kept uninvited vampires out of homes. Angel stepped into the house without any difficulty at all. This could mean only one thing�

He raced down the stairs and when halfway, paused as the strong scent of human blood hit his nostrils. He walked two more steps and then he saw it; the crumpled, bloody and battered body of McDonald.

That explains the no invite necessary part. The house was obviously in only McDonald�s name and now he was dead � until ownership was handed over to his heirs � no invite required.

Angel walked closer, examining the body. He could see blood all over the man�s neck. Squatting down, being careful not to get the blood from the floor on his clothing, he noticed a bite on the neck. A vampire�s mark. Since when did Sunnydale have a free vamp on its patch? He leaned down closer still and took a sharp intake of breath. The bite wasn�t as clean cut as it should be. It looked like one of the fangs was out of line�

Spike!

Angel stood bolt upright and looked around wildly. How the hell had Spike managed to do this? If the bite mark hadn�t been made whilst the man had been alive, Angel might have though that somehow, Spike had gotten another person to do the attack. But there was no mistaking that the bite had been made when the blood was still flowing.

Angel closed his eyes and willed himself to calm down. The chip must have failed. For a second, Angel felt envious that Spike was now truly free. He shook his head. Free � yeah, until The Initiative get their hands on him again. Angel shuddered. What the hell would they do to a vamp who�d killed? Tests � lots and lots of tests. Torture � every type that could be thought of. Angel opened his eyes.

I�ve got to find him! If he won�t come back with me � I�ll stake him, �cause sooner rather than later The Initiative will pick him up.

�Fuck!� Angel snarled.
He needed to get moving. The Initiative will check up on this house. He stared at the body. He had to cover Spike�s tracks. He ran out of the basement and quickly checked all the other rooms. As he suspected the house was empty. He went to the garage and a quick look around gave him what he wanted to find. He picked up the gas can and shook it. Half full � it would do.

Back in the kitchen, he got a box of matches and ran down the steps into the basement. He sloshed the fuel over the body and then over the work bench and another strange table like piece of wood. He noticed the rings on its legs and suddenly realised what it was for.

I hope it took you some time to die, you bastard.

Angel struck the match, tossed it towards the body and then ran like hell as the basement burst into flames. He went out the back door and closed it behind him. He kept to the gardens and was back in the car before the first sirens were heard.

Angel hoped that Oz knew where Lindsey lived, because he figured that would be Spike�s next stop. He must have lost it completely. To stay in Sunnydale with a full alert on him was suicidal.

He drove to Willow�s, pulling up outside with a squeal of the car�s tyres. He flung the door open and sprinted up the path. He hammered on it hard enough to make the wood creak.

�Come on. Come on,� he muttered fidgeting from one foot to the other.

A rather dishevelled Willow answered the door, wearing pink pyjamas and large fluffy slippers that looked like rabbits. Angel stared at them for a moment, blinked, and then looked at her face.

�Is Oz still here?�

�No, he�s left to go see Lindsey. Why? What�s wrong, Angel? What�s happened?�

Angel glanced up the street. �Can I come in?�

�What? Oh, sure, come in, Angel.� Willow, stepped aside and Angel quickly walked inside. As soon as she�d closed the door, he turned back around to face her again.

�Does Oz have a cell phone on him?� Angel asked urgently.

�Yes � yes he does. What�s going on, Angel?� Willow ran a hand through her mussed up hair.

�Spike�s killed that man, McDonald.�

Willow shook her head. �No, he couldn�t have. The chip ��

�Isn�t working. It was him, Will. That crooked fang makes his bite mark easily recognisable.�

�Oh, my God. They�ll catch him won�t they?� She looked up at Angel with huge eyes. �Or Buffy will.�

Angel slumped and leant against the wall. �I know. The Slayer can�t have him killing people in her town. Look, call Oz. We might be able to catch Spike at Lindsey�s place.�

Willow hurried to the lounge and picked up her cell. Oz was on speed dial. Angel could hear the phone just ringing and ringing.

�Oh, God, you don�t think he�s there already do you?� asked Willow.

�The thing is, we don�t even know where Lindsey lives,� groaned Angel. He rubbed his face a bit too vigorously and cursed under his breath as the silicon coating made it painful.

They both started as the cell in Willow�s hand began to ring. A glance at the caller id told Willow who it was. She answered it.

�Oz! Thank goodness!�

�What�s wrong?� asked Oz, his heart in his mouth.

�Are you at Lindsey�s yet?� she asked.

�No, I stopped to grab a snack. I�m always hungry after�um��

�We think that Spike�s on his way there. He�s killed his father.�

Willow held the telephone away from her ear as Oz yelled.

�The chip�s not working any more. You�ve got to think of him as dangerous, even to you, Oz,� said Willow once she dare put the phone back to her ear.

�The address � just get the freaking address,� snapped Angel. �You can explain later.�

�Oh, yes, Oz, we need the address.�

�Tell him we�re on our way,� said Angel as he heard Oz tell Willow where Lindsey lived.

�Did you hear that?� Willow asked Oz.

She disconnected when she heard him say that he had.

Willow went to snatch her keys up from the hall table.

�We�ll go in mine � it�s faster. You might want to grab a change of footwear at least,� said Angel, glaring at her bunny feet.

Willow blushed bright red and ran to get changed, returning a few moments later, still with the pyjama top on but now with jeans and wedge heeled black boots. She took a jacket from a hook near the door and ran to the car with Angel. She dialled Buffy�s number as they sped along the streets.

*~*~*~*

Spike was smirking as he stood outside the door. He knocked loudly and waited. He�d regained his composure after collapsing in the basement and was humming softly to himself as he waited for the door to open.

He swiftly put a foot against the door frame when it opened, fully expecting the person inside not to be that thrilled to see him. Sure enough, as soon as he was recognised the door was slammed shut, hard enough to make him yelp as it hit his foot. He growled as he vamped out.

�Now, that�s no way to greet an old friend is it?�

Spike grinned a toothy grin and easily pushed the door open far enough to get in.

�Let�s have a little chat, eh?�
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