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Childe in Need	By : Kuragari75 Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Spike(William) > Angel(us)/Spike(William) Views: 6508 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, Angel the series, or any creations of Joss Whedon and I do not make money from this. it's purely out of boredom

Chapter List
- 1-Childe in Need
- 2-The Frying Pan
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Angel stopped mid-stride in the courtyard, a feeling he couldn’t describe shooting up his spine. He had just gotten back from a hunt, nice nest of vamps feeding on the locals, and was headed back into the Hyperion hotel that was his home. But as soon as he entered the courtyard, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was no longer alone.
The hotel itself looked quiet, most of its occupants grabbing some sleep while they could. No doubt it had been Cordy who had left the lights in the lobby on for him.
Angel scanned the garden surrounding him, still feeling eyes on his back. The gaze didn’t feel threatening though. Maybe it was an animal or homeless person squatting for the night in the grounds.
Shrugging it off, Angel turned back towards the door.
“Sire…”
Angel froze as the softly spoken word reached his ears.
No. Fucking. Way. It couldn’t be.
He spun to the spot the voice had come from, bracing himself for a fight. What met his gaze was quiet different from what he had expected.
In the corner near the door was a huddled mass of dirty pale skin and filthier blonde hair. Angel approached slowly, using every sense he had to try and find a trap. There was none that he could detect, but he remained wary as he approached the collapsed form huddled against the wall. Once he was able to see more clearly, Angel sucked in an unneeded breath in shock.
Spike was covered in blood, his own by the scent of it. He was frightfully skinny and unbelievably pale, even for a vampire. His hair had become matted and curly, the once meticulous hair style now neglected and soiled. He had no clothes except for black pants that had been torn to hell and his black leather duster pulled across his lap.
Angel had never seen the other vampire in such a pathetic state. Not even when Spike had been confined to a wheel chair had he looked so miserable. Something was very, very off.
He knelt down before his grandchilde slowly, looking into dulled blue eyes. The eyes both were and weren’t looking at him. It was as if Spike was seeing him but not as he was now.
“Childe?” He called softly, reaching one hand up, stopping just short of brushing unruly blonde locks off of Spike’s forehead.
Even though the vampire had just called out to him, he still jerked back, as if startled by Angel’s appearance before him.
“Sire?” he croaked, his voice scratchy and weak.
What the hell had happened to him? What on Earth would reduce William the Bloody to this pathetic creature?
“Yeah, Childe, it’s me,” he said gently, trying to sound as calming as possible. A small, sad smile answered him.
“You never said it burned this much…” Angel’s brow furrowed in confusion.
“Never said what burned this much?”
“The light. When it enters you, it burns,” Spike answered, starting to giggle deliriously. “Burns the body, burns the mind because you’re evil, you’re bad, dirty, filthy, murderer, you are…”
Spike was laughing now but tears were running down his face and he grabbed his head as if afraid it would fall off. Angel froze at the broken babbling, feeling a cold stab of memory in his core and suddenly he knew, he knew what had happened to Spike. He moved forward but the younger vampire flinched away, misinterpreting the advance as threatening. Angel held up his hands in a placating gesture.
“Easy, Childe, I just want to help,” he spoke quietly, moving more slowly towards the blonde.
“‘Help’ he says, but why should he help? Doesn’t need, doesn’t deserve help. Monster, we are, and no one helps a monster…”
“Childe…” Spike had started rocking back and forth with his head held in his hands. Angel took the opportunity to move closer while trying to break the blonde out of it.
“We kill, they scream and we bathe in their blood, nothing but a monster who deserves to die a true death…”
“Spike?”
“… but we can’t do it ourselves, the demon’s too scared. So Sire will, sire who hates, he’ll do it, he can kill the wretched creature…”
“Spike!” Angel was just about to get his arms around the delirious vampire when he spoke a name he hadn’t said in decades.
“William.”
The smaller vampire’s head shot up and for a moment Angel swore he could actually see the soul in the blue eyes that were filled with tears. Spike began trembling anew and he held his arms out to be picked up, like a small child in need of comfort. Angel scooped him up without hesitation, holding the blonde as he buried his face in his Grandsire’s neck and sobbed.
“Easy Childe, shhhhhh. I’ve got you, you’re all right. You’re going to be all right, boyo,” Angel soothed, his accent coming through in his distraction as he entered the hotel lobby.
“Please, Sire, kill me. It hurts too much, you can be rid of me, please, please!” the smaller vampire cried desperately into the brunette’s shoulder.
“Easy, Childe. I promise I’m going to take care of you. It’s all going to be ok,” Angel hushed as he headed for his room. He didn’t even bother with the stairs, leaping straight up to the second floor landing and continuing to his room, grateful all the hotel’s occupants were asleep and he could avoid making a spectacle.
He felt the blonde go lax against him, his cries dying down and his arms relaxing as the emotionally and physically exhausted vampire passed out in his arms. Angel sighed heavily and placed Spike down on his bed, wondering all the while what the hell he was going to tell the other members of Angel incorporated.
Ah well, the time for figuring that out would come later, for now he had a very distraught childe to take care of. In truth, Spike was actually his grandechilde, but Drusilla had never been very good about caring for herself, let alone a newly born childer. She had done her best to train him but in the end she just wasn’t enough, so Angelus had taken over the Sire responsibilities for William, effectively taking the boy under his wing.
After he had gained his soul and left his little ‘family’, Angel still had kept his Sire status over William and Drusilla, not trusting Darla to look after either of his childer. Sure, he thought they were evil and would probably one day need to be taken care of, but that didn’t mean he still didn’t care about them. And as long as he was Sire, Darla couldn’t hurt them… much.
Once upon a time, Spike and Dru had been his absolute favorites and a piece of him still recognized his responsibilities to them.
Angel tucked his charge into his bed and sat heavily in one of the refurbished armchairs Cordy had put in his room.
William had been one of Angelus’, one of his favorites, but it seemed his childe had no idea. From what he could gather out of the broken babbling, Spike had come here hoping that Angel would kill him, apparently thinking that since the older vampire hated him so much it would be an easy task.
He couldn’t have been more wrong.
Angel treated Spike like crap over the years, he knew that, and he had professed loudly to all how much he despised his grandchilde; and when Angelus had been free, after being pent up for so long he had taken much of his frustrations out on the smaller blonde. He knew all the reasons why Spike, and the rest of the world, thought he hated him. But he didn’t.
In many ways, he (as Angel) had always been jealous of him; Whereas Angelus had just found Spike an easy mark. Oddly enough both were due to the same fact that even once he’d turned, William had still been remarkably human. Sure he killed and slaughtered with the rest of them, but he had believed in things like destiny and love, two ideals most vampires let go of once they’d been turned.
Angel didn’t know if it had been a flaw due to Drusilla’s… uniqueness or what. But the truth was, Spike had always been the more human of the two of them, and he envied him that. Angelus had killed his loved ones without a moment’s hesitation after he’d turned, Spike had tried to keep his mother with him for eternity. True it had ended the same way, but that had wounded the vampire in a way that the death of Angel’s family hadn’t. And even when the blonde had been torturing him for the ring of Amara, nothing he did had been half as bad as what Angelus would have done just for fun.
William truly was a unique vampire, and Angel thought it was incredible but he had been rejecting him (once he was no longer Angelus) due to the fact that Spike was still a soulless vampire. No matter how human he appeared he would still kill without a second’s thought and betray those close to him in his own self-interest.
But now…
Angel watched his charge as he slept, running through all the scenarios that could have landed Spike with a soul and how he was going to help him.
Because he was going to help him, no matter what the others had to say about it, no matter what Spike himself had to say about it, he would help his childe.
He checked and double-checked the windows to make sure no sunlight would disturb his charge and settled begrudgingly into the large armchair across from the bed. It wouldn't be the best day's sleep he'd ever had, but he would be rested enough. Soon the night caught up with him and the slow easy breathing of his slumbering childe lulled him to sleep.

Kuragari: So I've never really liked the way Angel treated Spike, so here's an alternative course of action for when Spike got his soul. basically instead of heading back to Sunnydale he would've headed to LA. I'm aware that Angel the series coincided with the timeline in Buffy but I'm messing with it a little so technically it's post season 6 of Buffy and would be somewhere between season 2 and 3 of Angel. and also, updates will be slow in coming but they will be coming. thanks and please feedback.
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