Mbwa Mwitu, Chapter Eight
Title: Mbwa Mwitu, Chapter Eight
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: Buffyverse
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spike/Xander, Oz/Tara
Summary: When Xander decides to help Oz find the balance between man and wolf, he has no idea as to the events that it will trigger.
Warnings: non-descriptive rape. Het. Slash. Pack mentality.
Chapter Summary: An interlude with Xander. Spike and Tara visit Angel, and the authoress cries over the last scene.
previous chapters
Xander narrowed his eyes and gently pulled Oz's sleeping form behind him. The glass door slid open, allowing two soldiers to enter the cell. Xander's eyes darted between the two, before glancing over their shoulders and at the doctor standing in the hallway. He barred his teeth slightly while trying to remember where he had seen that woman before.
Xander sat up as the soldiers walked toward him. He knew what they were planning. They had already dragged Oz off once, but that had been when Xander was still out of it. This time, however, they were going to have to fight for them.
Growling low in his throat, Xander raised himself into a crouch. He eyed the two commandoes, before focusing on the smaller one to the right. As they reached midway between the cell door and where Xander was, he let out the traditional hyena laugh. The hiccup-like sound emitted from his throat of it's own accord, shocking the soldiers. They paused in their movement, giving Xander the right amount of time to attack.
He launched himself at the smaller soldier, tackling him to the ground. Yells filled the cell, along with the doctor's orders from the hallway. Xander ignored everything, his only desire to inflict damage upon the humans that had intended harm upon him and his pack mate. His hands curled and, using his nails as claws, he focused on the soldier's face. Just as he felt the slick feeling of blood coat his fingers, a jolt of electricity ripped through his body.
He awoke feeling as though he had been hit by a truck. He could feel leather straps pinning him to a metal table. His vision was blurry, but it was enough to make out the white lab coat of a scientist. Taking a deep breath, he breathed in the scents of the room. There were at least two soldiers and the mechanical smell of computers. A soft beeping alerted him of a machine monitoring his heartbeat.
"Subject appears human." The doctor said, her voice sending chills down Xander's spine. Xander opened his eyes once more and stared up at her. She ignored him. "His nails are cut short... It is amazing the damage he managed to do Rogers." The doctor glanced over her shoulder. "By the way, what is his status?"
"He's blind, Professor." A voice replied. Xander let out a soft growl. That voice was familiar. It belonged to one of Riley's friends.
"Hmm..." The professor turned back to Xander and continued her monologue, showing no sign of compassion toward her fallen soldier. "Eyes are dilated and are emitting a bright green color. Heartbeat is elevated and brain waves are at normal human range. Appears to understand it's surroundings-"
"Bitch." Xander muttered, unable to keep himself quiet.
"And is able to speak the human language." She stated, smirking down at him. She reached across from him, retrieving something slender and made of metal. "Now, let's see how human you truly are, shall we?"
The woman reached up to make sure her mask was on probably, before gripping the item in her hand. Xander's body tensed as the surgical lights caused the blade of the scalpel to glint ominously. He forced his eyes to look away, staring at a spot on the ceiling instead. He prepared himself for the pain, but it wasn't enough. As the scalpel began to cut into his chest, all he could do was scream.
Cordelia Chase had become accustomed to trouble showing up at any given moment. That was the effect of working with a souled vampire and his half-demon lover. His half-demon lover that was currently trying to get her to go to a horse race with her. Apparently, he owed some guy a lot of money and needed her help. Cordelia couldn't help but notice that this scene was all too familiar, but this was the first time that Doyle had chose to hide behind her instead of Angel.
"It won't take long." Doyle was saying.
"I'm not going to go scare off some creepy money collector type guy just to save your neck." Cordelia snapped at him. "Go ask Angel."
"But you don't understand! I need someone that will terrify him!" Doyle insisted. He paused, before looking rather sheepish. "Err, not that you're scary."
"I choose to look past that remark." Cordelia informed him.
"Oh, thank heaven for that." Doyle muttered. Cordelia rolled her eyes and turned back toward the desk. She was gathering up a few sheets of paper and looking for an empty file to place them in, when the front door to the Hyperion slammed open.
"Bloody hell!" Spike cursed, beating lightly at his jacket. The suns rays were just reaching L.A., and the result was in Spike bursting into flames halfway through the door. Cordelia raised an eyebrow and watched as Spike, along with a blonde girl, walked up to the desk. Spike scowled at her. "Where's Peaches?"
"Excuse me?" Cordelia snorted. "Rude, much?"
"What do you want, Spike?" Doyle asked.
"What do I want?" Spike questioned with an agitated growl. "I want to talk to Angel. So where is he?"
"Cordelia?" A soft, cultured voice asked. Wesley Wyndham-Pryce entered the main lobby from one of the side doors, carrying with him a folder. "Why is the Johnson case filed under K?"
"How should I know?" Cordelia gave him a perplexed look. Wesley peered over his glasses at her, before shaking his head in exasperation. "Hey, while your over there, could you grab Angel? His small and insignificant family member is here."
"Oi!" Spike exclaimed.
"You can't deny it." Cordelia informed him.
"Err, certainly." Wesley eyed Spike nervously, before darting back through the door. A moment later, Angel emerged, looking as though he had just eaten a basket of lemons.
"Spike." Angel growled. "What are you doing here?"
"Right. To the point then, eh?" Spike took a deep, un-needed breath. "I need your help."
Cordelia felt her eyebrows move toward the ceiling at these words. Blinking, she glanced at the girl that was accompanying Spike. She looked familiar. Frowning, Cordelia tried to recall some of the conversations she had had with Willow. Oh, right. This must be Tara.
"We need to destroy the bloody Initiative." Spike announced.
"And why is that?" Angel asked in that tired voice he always developed when speaking with or about Spike.
"They're evil!" Spike exclaimed. "Don't you people get it? They are kidnapping non-humans left and right for experiments. I've got a god-damn chip in my head from those bastards. And that's not the worst part."
"Spike-" Angel started.
"No! You are going to listen to me." Spike snapped. "They took Xander and Oz."
"Have you talked to Buffy?" Angel asked.
Even Cordelia was smart enough to realize that wasn't the best thing to ask. Spike's jaw began to twitch and Cordelia took a step back. She could see the tension under his skin. Spike was about to blow. As she suspected, Spike suddenly let out a roar of anger. He grabbed the nearest object at hand, which happened to be a wooden stool, and slammed it down onto the ground. Wood shards erupted around him, making Angel jump back in order to avoid them.
"Do you actually think that I would bloody well be here if Slutty the Vampire Slayer would help me?" Spike yelled, his vampire features shifting forward. "She's dating one of the bastards! I tried to tell her, but she wouldn't listen."
"Spike, you need-" Angel said.
"Don't tell me what I need!" Spike interrupted. "I know what I need! I need my mate back."
Cordelia watched, utterly amazed, as Spike dropped to his knees. The vampire's body was shaking and his face held such turmoil. Biting her lip, Cordelia had to face the facts. She felt sorry for Spike. She wanted to help Spike. No evil being could look that upset over losing a lover.
It was like watching a dam erupt. So many emotions were pouring out of Spike at once. Anger, depression, agitation, and pure pain. Spike leaned forward, his hands clawing at the floor, as his body continued to shake. It was obvious Spike was trying to get control of his emotions once more, but it wasn't working.
"...Spike?" Angel said softly, moving kneel in front of the blonde vampire.
"Get away from me." Spike growled.
"Spike, we need to talk about this." Angel insisted. "You have to tell me exactly what happened."
"They took him." Spike whispered, slowly raising his head. An anger burned within Spike's eyes, causing the yellow irises to appear on fire. "They took the one thing that I need in life. I need Xander more than blood, more that anything, and they took him. I can feel him, Angel."
Spike suddenly let out a howl that hardly sounded human. In fact, it didn't even sound like a demon. It was more like an animal, crying out one last time before it died. Pushing himself to his feet, Spike struck out with his foot, kicking a hole into the wall.
"I can feel him!" Spike screamed. "I can feel the pain he's in. He's calling to me."
Spike let out a chocked sob, before attacking the wall with all his strength. Punch after punch, and Cordelia was certain Spike was going to tear the Hyperion down or break his hands trying. Out of the corner of her eye, Cordelia noticed movement. Turning, she watched as Tara slowly walked over to Spike. Just as he pulled back his arm to punch at the wall once more, Tara grabbed a hold of it. Blood dripped in a steady stream from his knuckes, his fingers already bruised.
"Spike." She said, softly. Spike attempted to twist his arm out of her grasp, but the motion was obviously half-hearted. Gently, she turned him around to face her. "It's okay."
"No." Spike mumbled, shaking his head. All the anger seemed to drain away from him as fast as it had appeared, leaving him looking broken and torn.
"Shhh." Tara soothed, pulling him towards her.
"No." Spike repeated, his voice cracking. He pressed his face against her hair, allowing the scent to ground him. "I can't do this."
"Yes, you can." Tara replied. "We'll get Xander back, I promise."
"...I'm not strong enough." Spike whispered. "I can't survive without him next to me."
"That's just fear talking." Tara informed him. "Everything will be okay."
"No, it won't." Spike said. A sudden sob wracked Spike's chest. Tears began to spill out of his eyes and he held onto Tara, as though she were his lifeline. "I can feel him."
"I know." Tara said, softly. She allowed Spike to press against her, his weight dragging them down to the ground. They landed on their knees, Spike's arms wrapped around her waist and his face buried in her neck as he cried.
"He's in so much pain." Spike sobbed. "And I can't do anything to help him."
"You are." Tara insisted. "You are doing so much. You are going to save him. We both will. Xander and Oz will be okay." Tara took a deep, shaky breath. "It will be okay."
"Oh, God." Cordelia finally said, as she watched the scene unfold in front of her. She wiped at her eyes, fighting back a sniff, and turned toward the office. "I need a tissue."
"I think I have something in my eye." Wesley announced, practically running from the lobby. Doyle watched the two go, before turning to Angel. Angel watched Tara and Spike, a confused expression on his face.
"So, what do you think?" Doyle asked.
"I... I don't know." Angel said, honestly. Doyle nodded and slipped his arm around Angel's waist. Gently, he pulled Angel upstairs and toward their bedroom.
Tara watched them go over Spike's shoulder, but said nothing. As the sun rose higher in the L.A. sky, she continued to hold Spike as he finally gave into the turmoil that single night had caused.
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: Buffyverse
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spike/Xander, Oz/Tara
Summary: When Xander decides to help Oz find the balance between man and wolf, he has no idea as to the events that it will trigger.
Warnings: non-descriptive rape. Het. Slash. Pack mentality.
Chapter Summary: An interlude with Xander. Spike and Tara visit Angel, and the authoress cries over the last scene.
previous chapters
Xander narrowed his eyes and gently pulled Oz's sleeping form behind him. The glass door slid open, allowing two soldiers to enter the cell. Xander's eyes darted between the two, before glancing over their shoulders and at the doctor standing in the hallway. He barred his teeth slightly while trying to remember where he had seen that woman before.
Xander sat up as the soldiers walked toward him. He knew what they were planning. They had already dragged Oz off once, but that had been when Xander was still out of it. This time, however, they were going to have to fight for them.
Growling low in his throat, Xander raised himself into a crouch. He eyed the two commandoes, before focusing on the smaller one to the right. As they reached midway between the cell door and where Xander was, he let out the traditional hyena laugh. The hiccup-like sound emitted from his throat of it's own accord, shocking the soldiers. They paused in their movement, giving Xander the right amount of time to attack.
He launched himself at the smaller soldier, tackling him to the ground. Yells filled the cell, along with the doctor's orders from the hallway. Xander ignored everything, his only desire to inflict damage upon the humans that had intended harm upon him and his pack mate. His hands curled and, using his nails as claws, he focused on the soldier's face. Just as he felt the slick feeling of blood coat his fingers, a jolt of electricity ripped through his body.
He awoke feeling as though he had been hit by a truck. He could feel leather straps pinning him to a metal table. His vision was blurry, but it was enough to make out the white lab coat of a scientist. Taking a deep breath, he breathed in the scents of the room. There were at least two soldiers and the mechanical smell of computers. A soft beeping alerted him of a machine monitoring his heartbeat.
"Subject appears human." The doctor said, her voice sending chills down Xander's spine. Xander opened his eyes once more and stared up at her. She ignored him. "His nails are cut short... It is amazing the damage he managed to do Rogers." The doctor glanced over her shoulder. "By the way, what is his status?"
"He's blind, Professor." A voice replied. Xander let out a soft growl. That voice was familiar. It belonged to one of Riley's friends.
"Hmm..." The professor turned back to Xander and continued her monologue, showing no sign of compassion toward her fallen soldier. "Eyes are dilated and are emitting a bright green color. Heartbeat is elevated and brain waves are at normal human range. Appears to understand it's surroundings-"
"Bitch." Xander muttered, unable to keep himself quiet.
"And is able to speak the human language." She stated, smirking down at him. She reached across from him, retrieving something slender and made of metal. "Now, let's see how human you truly are, shall we?"
The woman reached up to make sure her mask was on probably, before gripping the item in her hand. Xander's body tensed as the surgical lights caused the blade of the scalpel to glint ominously. He forced his eyes to look away, staring at a spot on the ceiling instead. He prepared himself for the pain, but it wasn't enough. As the scalpel began to cut into his chest, all he could do was scream.
Cordelia Chase had become accustomed to trouble showing up at any given moment. That was the effect of working with a souled vampire and his half-demon lover. His half-demon lover that was currently trying to get her to go to a horse race with her. Apparently, he owed some guy a lot of money and needed her help. Cordelia couldn't help but notice that this scene was all too familiar, but this was the first time that Doyle had chose to hide behind her instead of Angel.
"It won't take long." Doyle was saying.
"I'm not going to go scare off some creepy money collector type guy just to save your neck." Cordelia snapped at him. "Go ask Angel."
"But you don't understand! I need someone that will terrify him!" Doyle insisted. He paused, before looking rather sheepish. "Err, not that you're scary."
"I choose to look past that remark." Cordelia informed him.
"Oh, thank heaven for that." Doyle muttered. Cordelia rolled her eyes and turned back toward the desk. She was gathering up a few sheets of paper and looking for an empty file to place them in, when the front door to the Hyperion slammed open.
"Bloody hell!" Spike cursed, beating lightly at his jacket. The suns rays were just reaching L.A., and the result was in Spike bursting into flames halfway through the door. Cordelia raised an eyebrow and watched as Spike, along with a blonde girl, walked up to the desk. Spike scowled at her. "Where's Peaches?"
"Excuse me?" Cordelia snorted. "Rude, much?"
"What do you want, Spike?" Doyle asked.
"What do I want?" Spike questioned with an agitated growl. "I want to talk to Angel. So where is he?"
"Cordelia?" A soft, cultured voice asked. Wesley Wyndham-Pryce entered the main lobby from one of the side doors, carrying with him a folder. "Why is the Johnson case filed under K?"
"How should I know?" Cordelia gave him a perplexed look. Wesley peered over his glasses at her, before shaking his head in exasperation. "Hey, while your over there, could you grab Angel? His small and insignificant family member is here."
"Oi!" Spike exclaimed.
"You can't deny it." Cordelia informed him.
"Err, certainly." Wesley eyed Spike nervously, before darting back through the door. A moment later, Angel emerged, looking as though he had just eaten a basket of lemons.
"Spike." Angel growled. "What are you doing here?"
"Right. To the point then, eh?" Spike took a deep, un-needed breath. "I need your help."
Cordelia felt her eyebrows move toward the ceiling at these words. Blinking, she glanced at the girl that was accompanying Spike. She looked familiar. Frowning, Cordelia tried to recall some of the conversations she had had with Willow. Oh, right. This must be Tara.
"We need to destroy the bloody Initiative." Spike announced.
"And why is that?" Angel asked in that tired voice he always developed when speaking with or about Spike.
"They're evil!" Spike exclaimed. "Don't you people get it? They are kidnapping non-humans left and right for experiments. I've got a god-damn chip in my head from those bastards. And that's not the worst part."
"Spike-" Angel started.
"No! You are going to listen to me." Spike snapped. "They took Xander and Oz."
"Have you talked to Buffy?" Angel asked.
Even Cordelia was smart enough to realize that wasn't the best thing to ask. Spike's jaw began to twitch and Cordelia took a step back. She could see the tension under his skin. Spike was about to blow. As she suspected, Spike suddenly let out a roar of anger. He grabbed the nearest object at hand, which happened to be a wooden stool, and slammed it down onto the ground. Wood shards erupted around him, making Angel jump back in order to avoid them.
"Do you actually think that I would bloody well be here if Slutty the Vampire Slayer would help me?" Spike yelled, his vampire features shifting forward. "She's dating one of the bastards! I tried to tell her, but she wouldn't listen."
"Spike, you need-" Angel said.
"Don't tell me what I need!" Spike interrupted. "I know what I need! I need my mate back."
Cordelia watched, utterly amazed, as Spike dropped to his knees. The vampire's body was shaking and his face held such turmoil. Biting her lip, Cordelia had to face the facts. She felt sorry for Spike. She wanted to help Spike. No evil being could look that upset over losing a lover.
It was like watching a dam erupt. So many emotions were pouring out of Spike at once. Anger, depression, agitation, and pure pain. Spike leaned forward, his hands clawing at the floor, as his body continued to shake. It was obvious Spike was trying to get control of his emotions once more, but it wasn't working.
"...Spike?" Angel said softly, moving kneel in front of the blonde vampire.
"Get away from me." Spike growled.
"Spike, we need to talk about this." Angel insisted. "You have to tell me exactly what happened."
"They took him." Spike whispered, slowly raising his head. An anger burned within Spike's eyes, causing the yellow irises to appear on fire. "They took the one thing that I need in life. I need Xander more than blood, more that anything, and they took him. I can feel him, Angel."
Spike suddenly let out a howl that hardly sounded human. In fact, it didn't even sound like a demon. It was more like an animal, crying out one last time before it died. Pushing himself to his feet, Spike struck out with his foot, kicking a hole into the wall.
"I can feel him!" Spike screamed. "I can feel the pain he's in. He's calling to me."
Spike let out a chocked sob, before attacking the wall with all his strength. Punch after punch, and Cordelia was certain Spike was going to tear the Hyperion down or break his hands trying. Out of the corner of her eye, Cordelia noticed movement. Turning, she watched as Tara slowly walked over to Spike. Just as he pulled back his arm to punch at the wall once more, Tara grabbed a hold of it. Blood dripped in a steady stream from his knuckes, his fingers already bruised.
"Spike." She said, softly. Spike attempted to twist his arm out of her grasp, but the motion was obviously half-hearted. Gently, she turned him around to face her. "It's okay."
"No." Spike mumbled, shaking his head. All the anger seemed to drain away from him as fast as it had appeared, leaving him looking broken and torn.
"Shhh." Tara soothed, pulling him towards her.
"No." Spike repeated, his voice cracking. He pressed his face against her hair, allowing the scent to ground him. "I can't do this."
"Yes, you can." Tara replied. "We'll get Xander back, I promise."
"...I'm not strong enough." Spike whispered. "I can't survive without him next to me."
"That's just fear talking." Tara informed him. "Everything will be okay."
"No, it won't." Spike said. A sudden sob wracked Spike's chest. Tears began to spill out of his eyes and he held onto Tara, as though she were his lifeline. "I can feel him."
"I know." Tara said, softly. She allowed Spike to press against her, his weight dragging them down to the ground. They landed on their knees, Spike's arms wrapped around her waist and his face buried in her neck as he cried.
"He's in so much pain." Spike sobbed. "And I can't do anything to help him."
"You are." Tara insisted. "You are doing so much. You are going to save him. We both will. Xander and Oz will be okay." Tara took a deep, shaky breath. "It will be okay."
"Oh, God." Cordelia finally said, as she watched the scene unfold in front of her. She wiped at her eyes, fighting back a sniff, and turned toward the office. "I need a tissue."
"I think I have something in my eye." Wesley announced, practically running from the lobby. Doyle watched the two go, before turning to Angel. Angel watched Tara and Spike, a confused expression on his face.
"So, what do you think?" Doyle asked.
"I... I don't know." Angel said, honestly. Doyle nodded and slipped his arm around Angel's waist. Gently, he pulled Angel upstairs and toward their bedroom.
Tara watched them go over Spike's shoulder, but said nothing. As the sun rose higher in the L.A. sky, she continued to hold Spike as he finally gave into the turmoil that single night had caused.