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Xander's Slavedom	By : bulldogmo Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Xander > Angel(us)/Xander Views: 5978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Five

Before leaving Sunnydale, the two men, Giles and Angel, had to find Spike. The blonde vampire needed to know what was going on so that he could help keep the Slayer and Willow in town and away from LA. It was key that they stay in town to allow them to be able to help and save Xander.

Tracking him down in Willy’s, Giles and Angel walked in, and sat down at the table that Spike had taken up residence at. Smelling the booze on Spike’s breath, Angel knew that they had to take him with them in order for him to sober up, and then understand what is going on, and what they needed for him to do.

Giles had told Angel that this was a common occurrence over the last two years since Xander died. Nodding his understanding, Angel knew that this would play into their plans. If Spike was this upset over Xander being dead, therefore when he found out he was alive, he would be that much more inclined to help them.

Sighing, he turned toward Spike, and started the conversation to get the blonde menace out of the bar with the least possible damage to the bar, Giles, or Angel’s Armani tux. Shaking the vampire to get his attention, he called out his name.

“Spike.”

A grunt was his answer, so he tried again, slight louder and shaking him harder.

“Spike, it your Sire, I need your help, and I need to get you out of here in order to do what I need you to do.”

“Leave me alone you poof, I just want to drink away the pain and memories,” mumbled Spike.

Sighing, Angel grabbed the bottle, capped it, and handed it to Giles. Knowing Spike he would need it in the morning to get rid of the hangover. Giving it to Giles, Angel swings back and punches Spike “dead” in the face, knocking the drunken vampire cold.

Throwing down some money, Angel picks up the unconscious Spike, and throws him over his shoulder to carry out of the bar. Nodding to Willy to let him know everything was okay, Giles followed the other two out of the bar.

He follows in time to see Angel unceremoniously dump Spike in the other seat inside the limo, and get in. Crawling in with them both, Giles places the bottle in the mini-bar that came with the ride. Sighing, he leans back and removing his glasses, rubs his eyes. It was going to be a long ride back, and even a long next few months, he just knew it. But if it help save Xander from whatever he has become, Giles would do it for the boy he considered his son.

“Why don’t you get some sleep, it will be at least three hours before we get there, and you will need it to make up for all the time over the next few months that you will not get enough,” said Angel, not feeling the need to keep his voice down in case he woke his Childe.

Nodding his head at the sound advise, Giles curled up on his side of the limo, and slept until he was awakened at the hotel. Angel sat their staring at the two men, one knocked out, and the other a sleep, and just brooded over the mess his life had turned out to be at this moment.

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To protect the vampires from the rising sun, the limo pulled into the underground parking garage, and the driver getting out to open the doors for his passengers. Angel had awaken Giles, and now was trying to wake up his way ward Childe, who kept batting Angel’s hand away from him in order to sleep more.

Finally having had enough, Angel leaned close to Spike’s ear, and yelled, “Spike get up quick, it’s the Slayer,” and jumped back from his Childe’s flaying arms as he tried to get awake and everything working at a moment’s notice.

“Wha…… bloody hell peaches, couldn’t you find a better way to wake me,” complained Spike grabbing his head, pain racked it, but not from the chip but rather a severe hangover from the night before. He knew at once upon awaking there was no Slayer, as he had nothing to fear from her any more, well not any more than normal.

“Where are we anyway Peaches?” asked Spike.

Rolling his eyes at the name, Angel just got out of the car and turned to Spike, “We are in LA, and as for why I will show you in a minute. But first you must promise me not to blow up and start tearing things apart.”

“Ya ya ya, Peaches what ever, what the bugger is there for me to see in LA,” snarled Spike, “I’m needed in Sunnydale, looking after Dawn and Joyce, like nummy would have wanted me too.” Saying this Spike’s eyes glassed over as he tried to hold back the tears from the memories of many conversations that he had with his nummy.

Smelling the tears that threatened to wash down Spike’s face, Angel grabbed him, and held him tight. He had always suspected there was more to those two men’s friendship, and now he knew. Spike loved Xander, I just hope seeing Xander in this condition will not totally unhinge Spike, thought Angel.

Giles waited on the other side of the car, and watched the scene. He had heard Spike, and just realizing that Xander meant more to Spike than any of them really knew. Now faced with that realization, Giles felt guilty for the way they had been treating Spike when he got like this, especially now that Giles knew why Spike drank like he did.

Giles remembered a few times when he got drunk over the loose of the young man he called son in his heart. He could now see that Spike was more human than any creature of the night that he had encountered. Well, I am just going to have to change how I treat him, that’s all, thought the Englishman.

Seeing that Spike had settled down, and was in the embrace of his Sire, who was whispering words to him that Giles couldn’t hear anyway, nor did he feel comfortable hearing them if he could, Giles accepted the luggage from the trunk of the limo from the driver, and thanked him for the help, sending him on his way to get some sleep and food.

Going over to the two of them, Giles touched Angel’s shoulder and indicated that they should make their way in before the sun came into the garage. Nodding his head Angel slowly stood away from Spike, making sure that he would be alright.

Snapping out of his morose mode, Spike started off the morning with his cocky English brat attitude, “ Oy, now what did you drag me all the way down here to see. Something you need the big bad to take care of for you,” smirked Spike.

Shaking his head at the attitude change, Angel lead Spike into the hotel, and into the lobby. Angel was not surprised to see both Wesley and Gunn still there pouring over the books, in an attempt to help solve his problems.

Wesley was startled by the sudden appearance of the three men, but then he was engrossed in studying the books in order to free Xander from the mental constraints that held him captive. Gathering up the notes that He and Gunn had made, he quickly made his way over to the group.

Coming to the point as quickly as possible Wesley started by saying, “Angel, it might be impossible to totally free Xander from what they did to him. Some of these spells that were used on him are of the blackest sort, some I never even heard off, let alone can find in my research. Perhaps Mr. Giles can be of help here?”

“Wesley, don’t you think by now you could call me Rupert or Giles, none of this Mister stuff is needed,” said Giles with a re-assuring smile.

Wesley just smiled and nodded at the older man, he felt like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders. Ever since his time in Sunnydale, Wesley felt he let the older man down, and now with this it felt like he finally got Giles’s approval.

“Wesley, may I see the notes that you and your associate have compiled. With my background as Ripper, and my time with Ethan, I might be able to help with the spell breaking,” Giles politely but warmly asked.

Blushing at his inattentiveness Wesley handed over the small stack of notes that they had compiled. Only to step back when Giles began swearing.

“Those bloody buggering arseholes, if I ever get my hands on them, I’ll tear them from limb to bloody limb,” snarled Ripper, it was very obvious that Giles had lost control. Walking over to Spike and searching the pockets of the protesting Vampire. Ripper grabbed the hip flask that Spike always had plus a crumpled pack of fags from another pocket, he took a swig from the flask, and lit the cigarette, all the while pacing back and forth in the lobby.

Turing towards Angel, Ripper angrily told them all, “Xander will never be the same again, he will always be a submissive especially towards you since you are his “owner”. Some of these spells can’t be removed with destroy either the mind of the caster, or the mind and soul of the person trapped by them.”

“These people, planned it well, they planned it so that if he every did come back into our grasps, we could never totally free him, and we would suffer because of how he is now,” Ripper said as tears started to flow down his face. “My boy, my precious little boy, will never be the same, and never totally come back to us.”

Saying all this Giles crumbled up onto one of the couches in the lobby, and howled. The sound was such that underworld creatures near by fled in fear of what was causing the much pain and sorrow.

Spike demand what the hell was going on. “Peaches someone better tell me what the hell is going on, or so help me I will start killing here!!!!!” growled the blond hair vampire.

Walking over to Spike, Angel quietly and quickly explained what had happed last night, and what Giles was talking about. Suddenly the lobby was filled with a snarling, howling vampire, as he collapsed into his Sire’s arms, crying blood tears at the news of what happened to his nummy.

Spike now knew that Xander was forever out of his reach, for Angel would not share him. Even Angelus never did share until he was tired of his toys, and by then they weren’t worth the effort to play with. Now Xander was a slave to the Master of the Aurliues Clan, and nothing would change that.

“I want to see him, Sire, I demand that you allow me to see him,” Spike stood up and yelled at Angel.

“Yes, I too would like to see Xander, if I may,” chimed Giles, from the couch as he sat up and dried his face with the handkerchief that he always seemed to have.

Taking the two men up to his room, the found Xander still a sleep, but fitfully, tossing and turning in the bed until he had gotten tangled up in his covers and sheets.
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