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The Price	By : katharina99 Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 11149 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Part 1
- 3-Part 2
- 4-Part 3
- 5-Part 4
- 6-Part 5
- 7-Part 6
- 6
- 7
There are times, simply put, when I wish I’d never made the trip to Africa. But, for the most part, I’ve come to accept the soul. There wasn’t any other alternative, not realistically at any rate. The chip irreversibly altered the course of my existence. Not being able to hunt, to feed changed everything. Yet another reason to hate the Initiative, I suppose. Those silly problematic children somehow became family, kin. Towards the end, the idea of ripping anyone who looked at Buffy or my Little Bit limb from limb seemed more natural to me than harming them did.
Something about that was fundamentally artificial and wrong, and I knew it. Even love-struck as I was at the time, I still knew deep down that someday I would inevitably turn on them, just like any other poorly domesticated wild animal. And eventually, of course, I did. So as had often been my fashion, I took drastic, irreversible action and reacquainted myself with my dearly departed soul.
There is a reason that the soul vacates the body when a vampire is made. The demon and the human soul aren’t compatible. They are not meant to co-exist. A much as I used to enjoy thinking that Angel was a melodramatic self-indulgent ponce with a martyr complex, I’ve unfortunately come to realize how difficult living as a being with both a demon and a soul can be. I struggle with the disparity between what my soul tells me is right and what my demon demands on a daily basis. The truly terrifying thing is that my soul wasn’t forced on me. I was still a soulless monster when I made the decision to go looking for the damned thing. As often as the beast inside me rails against my newly reawakened conscience, it shares an almost symbiotic relationship with my soul, looking to it for guidance on how to thread with those most important to me.
It’s hard sometimes to even imagine the struggle that must have gone on within Angel. While my demon sometimes resents the new rules of conduct that it needs to obey because of the soul’s presence, ultimately, both demon and soul are part of me now. Angelus’ demon must have snarled in constant hatred against the bonds imposed on it by Liam’s soul. It’s no wonder he went so far off the rails once he was finally freed from its shackles the first time. Not that he’s been a picnic the second time, but I’ll concede that he hasn’t been nearly as deranged. Mores the pity. Unfortunately, he and his new childer had been remarkably effective at seizing control of Sunnydale.
At least the poof didn’t appear bent on destroying the world or any such nonsense this time. No, apparently, this time, he was content fancying himself Demon Lord of the Hellmouth or some such rubbish. Though, I suppose the swath of death he’d left behind him must have sated some of his rage. Convenient for the wanker, as for my newly souled self, I was just left with guilt. For those, I couldn’t save and for what I had to do to protect those that I could.
I’ve personally taken down two slayers. So it’s a little odd to say, but I was in shock after… it happened. But then, of course, I hadn’t been in love with Xin Rong or Nikki Wood. One moment, I could hear Buffy’s heart beating strong and constant in the distance, and virtually the next instant, the sound was fading to nothingness. Angelus’ forces subdued us fairly easily after that. Xander kept putting up a token struggle, that is, until he saw the little witch. Then the fight just seemed to drain out of the boy, and he collapsed in grief.
I understood what had happened to the girl almost instantly. I think we both did. Willow Rosenberg had always maintained a central shinning core of goodness as a human being, even during her worst, darkest moments, but as a vampire, she radiates malice. Angelus had forever destroyed the spark of kindness and light inside the girl, raising a new terrifying and vicious creature in her stead. It was the loss of Willow, even more so than Buffy, which had nearly broken Xander, sending him into a near-fugue state. Ironically that state had likely saved the boy’s life.
Angelus had learned his lesson after the last time he’d been released. This time Angelus had quickly killed or turned those he considered a threat to him. Xander Harris, though, he’d decided he could take his time with, enjoy tormenting. And he’d hated Xander, wanted him to suffer. But Angelus had had no interest in playing with a broken doll.
Angelus had kept the boy and I separated for the first week or so. I didn’t even know if any of the other Scoobies were still alive at that point. I was shocked that I was even still around. I fully expected to be dusted, if I’m honest. I’m still not sure why my GrandSire didn’t end me. Perhaps it was some sort of twisted familial loyalty, though we’d never truly gotten along, even when we were both evil. Maybe he wanted to use me to lure Drusilla back into the fold, or perhaps the wanker fancied tormenting another souled vampire in the absence of his own souled counterpart. At any rate, he’d kept me chained in a far-off part of the house. He’d pretty much left me to my own devices, alternatively sending in his minions to either beat me or to feed me too small mugs of blood every couple of days.
When he finally did grace me with his presence, I was torn between an overwhelming feeling of relief and blood-curdling rage. I could smell Nibblet all over him. He’d used her and recently. I growled in impotent fury, pulling uselessly at the chains.
“When I get free….” I snarled. I pictured his face under my fists. She was little more than a child. How dare he touch her.
“You’ll let me kick your ass again? Or maybe fall over? You’re not looking so great Spikey, my boy,” Angelus laughed. “I’m sorry, I guess we haven’t been taking proper care of you. We don’t really keep pigs blood in stock. So we have to send someone out special just for you. Of course, I could always bring you a nice fresh meal. Pretty little co-ed, maybe?”
“Sod off, Angelus,” I spat, trying no to focus on the fact that I had not eaten in almost three days.
“How long do you think we’d have to starve you before you couldn’t control yourself any longer? Weeks, months? How long before the call of fresh blood becomes too damn tempting. You’ve never exactly been known for your self-control,” he smirked, crouching down in front of me. The idea sent chills down my spine.
“What do you want, Angelus? Or did you just stop by to monologue like some poofter?” I barked.
“Maybe once I’m done with the slayer’s little sister, I can send her. We’ll see how well-behaved Buffy’s... Sorry I mean the Scoobies’ new lapdog is after a couple of months in here alone. I can’t promise she’ll taste quite as fresh and sweet by then, though,” Angelus ignored me, continuing on.
“I’ll kill you, you bloody tosser,” I howled, starting to fight my bonds again.
“Now, Now, Will,” He admonished, shaking his head.”And here I thought you’d be relieved to know that your girl is still alive. Why so upset? Did you plan on deflowering her yourself? I can’t say I blame you. She was nice and tight. Cried so prettily when I fucked her too.”
“Shut up,” I hissed. I should have been focusing on the fact that the Bit still lived, but it was hard to see through my complete and utter fury.
“I had no idea you’d be this jealous. I’d offer to let you screw another one of Buffy’s lackeys, but all that’s left is the doughnut boy,” Angelus taunted.
“Oh, bugger o… Wait, the welp is alive?” I started disbelieving. Even the souled version of Angelus hadn’t particularly cared for the carpenter. I never imagined that the boy would last this long.
“For the moment, I was going to toy with him a bit longer, but he’s been no fun since the Slayer died. So, I’ve decided to turn him over to the minions. They’ve done such good work, I think they deserve a reward,” Angelus happily informed me. Damn it to hell, I’d had my differences with the boy, but no one deserved to die that way. The minions would pass him around until the mortal’s body inevitably gave out. It would take Harris days to die if he was lucky, longer if he wasn’t. I closed my eyes in disgust, knowing I had to try to do something.
“Yeah, annoying little twat, serves him right. I’d love to see the look on his face when you tell him,” I purred, putting on my best nasty sneer. If Angelus put me in a room with Xander, there was an outside chance that I might get close enough to break the boy’s neck and spare him a slow gruesome end. Angelus stopped, tilting his head, his brow furrowing and looking painfully like Angel for just a moment. Then he tilted his head back and started to laugh.
“Really, William? Death before dishonour? Intriguing that you’d go out of your way for him, though. Never thought you cared much for the brat. But then you always were a sensitive little thing, and I suppose now that you’re all souled up…” the other vampire mused. He squatted down before me again, steepling his hands in front of his mouth and staring at me for a few moments before suddenly springing back up and rubbing his hands together in glee. “This is your lucky day, Spike, my boy. I’m going to give you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to save the little shit. Tell me, have you ever heard of the term Umun-Amagi-Din?”
“You’re favourite Szechwan place?” When in doubt, I’d always mock the blighter.
“Hilarious, but no. It’s an ancient form of blood bond. It stems from a time when powerful vampires sometimes used to keep mortals as playthings,” Angelus clarified, giving me a salacious grin.
“As fascinating as this lesson in ancient vampire rites is….” I snapped.
“Funny you should mention the rite,” Angelus began.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Typical overdramatic Angelus nonsense.
“Oh, now now. Let’s not even pretend that you don’t see the appeal of putting him in his place, soul or no soul,” the other vampire rumbled. And truth be told, the demon deep inside me did see it. Perked up at the idea of subjugating the boy. I stomped those instincts down hard. “Of course, if you don’t want him, I can always go with my original plan and turn him over to the minions. I have so many followers these days that I’m sure he won’t want for company.”
“What exactly do I need to do,” I sighed, knowing that regardless of how distasteful whatever I’d be required to do was, I’d never abandoned Xander to die that way. Not even back then.
“Oh, the typical things. Read a chant after you feed from the boy and fuck him,” Angelus casually replied.
“Fine, bring him here then,” I spat in disgust. I just hoped I could get the boy to see reason. A bond we might be able to do something about later down the line, dead was just dead. Without the witch, there would be no resurrection this time.
“Spike, Spike, Spike, such a momentous occasion needs to be celebrated publicly with everyone in attendance,” Angelus chided me. Of course, my Grandsire wanted a spectacle. He’d want to humiliate the welp. “Don’t tell me you’re suddenly shy.”
“Whatever, I want to see him,” I demanded. I knew I’d be unlikely to convince the boy, but I had to try. The alternative, God, the alternative made me want to vomit.
“Fraid, not. You won’t see your… intended before the ceremony,“ Angelus mocked, wagging his finger back and forth at me.
“Oh, for…” I started, intent on telling the big hulking idiot off.
“Let me make something crystal clear,” Angelus barked, looming down over me suddenly all menace. “You want Harris and Buffy’s sister to live? Then you don’t say a word to him until the ritual is complete. If you try to warn him ahead of time, I will not only turn him over to the demon horde but the girl too. And, Spike, I’ll make you watch.”
“This isn’t some random idea you just came up with. This was your plan the whole time,” I realized, feeling like an idiot for not seeing it sooner. “What was the point of this whole charade then?”
“You got me,” Angel chuckled. “What can I say? I wanted to see what you’d do. How far you were willing to go. Can’t blame a guy for being curious.”
“Now that that’s all out the way, here’s what is going to happen. I’m going to have Harris brought into the great hall, you know, the large ballroom where I did away with your dear, dear Buffy. Then you are going to tear his clothes off, throw him down onto his back and mount him, like the bitch we both know he’s always been. You’ll do that in front of everyone or… Well, you know.”
“Really, Angelus, you could just get the lads a subscription to Skinemax, you tight mick pillock. No need to direct a live performance,” I jeered.
“Oh, while I’m sure it will be a good watch, it’s not just for entertainment purposes,” he informed me. “I want the boy to see your face. I want him to know without a doubt that it’s you doing this to him. And Spike, I want you to remember the pain in those big brown eyes. The tears. I want you to see it every time you look at him for the rest of his life.”
“You Fucking, arse,” I cursed.
“Yeah, yeah. I am scoundrel!” He put his hands on his chest dramatically. “But don’t worry, I’m not setting this up just to mess with you and the boy. That’s just a nice upfront benefit.”
“Really,” I raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
“What better way to show that I have my house back in order? My prodigal grandchilde returning to the fold and violently, claiming one of the Slayer’s oldest allies. Every demon who sees Harris kneeling collared and well used at your feet will know that I have you firmly back in my control. They will know far and wide that our family is back on top where it belongs,” Angelus gleefully explained.
“If you think, I will continue to… ” I began protesting.
“You’ll do exactly what I tell you to Spike. Do I really need to describe the consequences of your refusal in graphic detail, again? Are you not getting the fact your precious humans are hostages to your good behaviour? Their well-being is totally dependent on you being a good boy and toeing the line? Do I need to make an example out of one of them?” he threatened.
“No,” I exclaimed. Angelus would have done it too. Despite what it would have done to his little plan. I am still convinced of that to this day.
“I’d make you choose, but we both know you have a soft spot for the girl. How do you think it’ll feel watching poor Xander being slowly torn apart, knowing you could have prevented it?” Angel mused.
“Alright, alright, I’ll do it. Just, please….” I begged. I bowed my head, tilting my head to the side and exposing my jugular in a show of submission. I knew what he wanted. “Please, Sire. Don’t hurt them.”
“That’s my boy,” Angelus approved, running a deceptively gentle hand through my hair. I had to force myself not to pull away. “What exactly are you agreeing to, William?”
“I’ll bond with the Harris boy. I’ll keep him as my pet, Sire,” I swallowed, throat filling with bile. “I’ll use him.”
“Good boy. I’m not entirely heartless, well let’s face it, I am. That being said, I can be pragmatic when it suits me, and I know how delicate your sensibilities are now. As long as the boy presents himself properly in public and it’s suitably apparent that you make regular use of him, I don’t really care what the two of you get up to in private. Write him sonnets and feed him bonbons all day for all care. Just make sure he stays well fucked,” Angelus needlessly reminded me. I nodded stiffly. I’m sure the boy would be thrilled, spending the rest of his life as a vampire’s sex toy. “Aren’t you going to thank me?”
“Thank you, Sire,” I managed to get out between gritted teeth.
“Good boy, Oh, and Spike, when you actually claim him the first time, you’ll need to make him bleed.“ Angelus told me, smiling maliciously.
“You said…” I retorted.
“Just to cement the bond. Your fluids need to mix, I’m told,” Angelus clarified. Well, that was suitably disgusting. Gross, even, as the children would say.
“Lovely,” I grumbled.
“It will help cement the ties between you. You’ll be able to sense your pet. You’ll know if he’s in danger, be able to feel his pleasure and, of course, his pain. Oh, and If I think that you need a little reminder of our agreement, you should consider that you won’t need to take the punishment directly anymore. And of course, as is the case with most demonic blood bonds, if something unfortunate were to befall you? He’d die in agony, from what I’ve heard. So you may want to keep that in mind next time you think about challenging me, ” Angelus stressed ominously.
“I understand, Sire,” I bent my head lower in supplication. Loath as I was to continue this, we’d settled Xander’s fate. That left Nibblet. I was almost terrified to ask. “What about the girl? What about Dawn?”
“Oh, I’m not done with her yet. She’s going to continue warming my bed for the time being,” Angelus goaded me, going so far as to rub his crotch. “But don’t worry, she’ll remain off the menu, so to speak, as long as you behave. I can’t promise to be as genteel as you will no doubt be your pet. But she’s young. Maybe she can learn to love the kiss of the whip. Perhaps, I can even teach her how to get wet from it like I did our darling Dru,” Angelus mused. I was seething, but I forced myself to hold my tongue. Angelus’ lip curled. He knew exactly where I wanted to tell him to go, but I managed to swallow the instinct down. The more obvious it was how much I hated the idea of him using her, the longer he would keep her around.
“May I see her?” I pleaded.
“And why would I do that?” Angelus scoffed.
“Please, Sire. I just need to talk to her, make sure she’s alright. If you’re worried, I’ll try something, then leave me in chains, Please,” I whispered, in was I hope was a subservient enough tone.
“And if I told you I need a show of submission?” he pushed. I closed my eyes, knowing what was coming. I swallowed, took an unneeded breath and then looked up at him under slightly lowered lashes.
“Whatever you want,” I agreed, shuddering.
“And if I told you to sock my cock?” He leered, grabbing me by the hair again.
“Yes, Sire.” I agreed, licking my lips like whore.
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