Spangel(ish) drabble
I was in English class and we had to make up sentences to go along with our vocab list and so I told a story. If it makes no sense whatsoever it’s because, well, it’s for English class. So guess what it’s about. What's my usual subject matter? You guessed it, Spangel. Except, well it‘s not my usual...-Smirks- Just read this and find out.
Title: Forgive Me Sire
Pairing: allusions to Spangelus
Rating: PG-13 (Just to be safe.)
Warnings: mentions of torture
Word count: 368
Hearing the blonde Slayer shouting his name in anger made Spike abscond into the night. Once outside, the peroxide blond man was soon circumscribed on all sides. Now, being a connoisseur in the art of ambushing, Spike knew at once it was a set up. Deciding to high tail it back to his crypt, he ran with all of his inhuman speed to the cemetery. Once there, it appeared to Spike as if someone had endeavored to break in. If it weren’t for the explicit locks and charms on the entrance, the intruders would have succeeded.
As soon as Spike stepped inside, he caught a blow to the temple, sending him down. When he came to, he was fettered to the wall. “I don’t mean to impose,” Spike began, “but do you think you could untie me?”
“I don’t think so,” a familiar voice answered. “You’ll receive no impunity from me this time, boy.” A familiar brunet slipped out of the niche he had been hiding in, a smirk firmly in place.
“Angelus?” Spike whispered, his brain still obstinate in refusing the existence of the figure in front of him.
The man in question just smirked coldly as he reached a hand out to touch the bound blond, his smirk growing wider as his boy recoiled. “It’s time I’ve come to give you your retribution for your little fun with the pokers, eh, m’boy?” Angelus asked. Spike was shocked to the point he couldn’t speak so Angelus whispered in his ear, “Well, we have this spacious area. Why not use it?”
Soon, screams rent the night air. Once, and only once, did they subside when three words left Spike’s mouth, “Forgive me, Sire…”
Title: Forgive Me Sire
Pairing: allusions to Spangelus
Rating: PG-13 (Just to be safe.)
Warnings: mentions of torture
Word count: 368
Hearing the blonde Slayer shouting his name in anger made Spike abscond into the night. Once outside, the peroxide blond man was soon circumscribed on all sides. Now, being a connoisseur in the art of ambushing, Spike knew at once it was a set up. Deciding to high tail it back to his crypt, he ran with all of his inhuman speed to the cemetery. Once there, it appeared to Spike as if someone had endeavored to break in. If it weren’t for the explicit locks and charms on the entrance, the intruders would have succeeded.
As soon as Spike stepped inside, he caught a blow to the temple, sending him down. When he came to, he was fettered to the wall. “I don’t mean to impose,” Spike began, “but do you think you could untie me?”
“I don’t think so,” a familiar voice answered. “You’ll receive no impunity from me this time, boy.” A familiar brunet slipped out of the niche he had been hiding in, a smirk firmly in place.
“Angelus?” Spike whispered, his brain still obstinate in refusing the existence of the figure in front of him.
The man in question just smirked coldly as he reached a hand out to touch the bound blond, his smirk growing wider as his boy recoiled. “It’s time I’ve come to give you your retribution for your little fun with the pokers, eh, m’boy?” Angelus asked. Spike was shocked to the point he couldn’t speak so Angelus whispered in his ear, “Well, we have this spacious area. Why not use it?”
Soon, screams rent the night air. Once, and only once, did they subside when three words left Spike’s mouth, “Forgive me, Sire…”