Fairytale Part 13
Title: Fairytale part 13
Author: Marilyn
Email: countessevilmh@yahoo.co.uk
Fandom: BtVS - AtS
Genre (general, hetero or slash) Slash
Pairings/Characters: Spangel AU
Rating: NC17
Warnings: smut!
Disclaimer: Not mine. The characters you recognise belong to Joss Whedon and his associates. Me? I’m in it for the fun and not to make money. Fun is more important than money anyway!
The picture I had in my head of the Mount of Mikhael was this.
Photograph by The National Trust
Part 13
Doyle led the way through the passage that Will knew would give access to the corridor along which Liam’s room was located.
He felt almost nauseous when he thought about the young man and how he’d looked at the Naming Celebrations. He’d looked ill; worse than ill. Liam had looked like he was dying and that thought almost stole Will’s breath away.
Doyle pulled at the sconce in the wall and the secret door slid open with a grating sound and the two men slipped through it, making sure to close it behind them before making their way urgently along the corridor to Liam’s bedchamber.
Placing a finger over his lips to signal to Will that he should remain quiet, Doyle gently pushed the door open and poked his head around it. Thankfully there was no one in the room with the sick youth so he and Will slipped stealthily inside.
“Liam!” Will breathed, his heart almost stopping.
Liam lay in his bed, his skin, his greenish skin, glistened with feverish sweat. And though Will and Doyle had been relieved in one way to find no one there with him, they were outraged that the sick man had been left alone.
Will bent over the limp, sickly figure in the bed lifting one of the flaccid hands and kissing it gently. Liam moaned and his head shifted agitatedly from side to side, but his eyes remained closed.
A sound at the door made Will and Doyle start and though they looked around frantically for a hiding place they were too late; the door opened.
“Sally!” Doyle relaxed visibly, grateful that it was her and no one who might be suspicious to see a visiting Prince in the sick room of the Queen’s son.
“Young Doyle? What are you doing here?” Sally shut the door quietly behind her. “Is Liam…?”
“Liam’s all right, Sally,” Doyle quickly reassured Liam’s former nurse and tutor. “Well, he’s not all right, but…this is Will, by the way. He’s Liam’s…friend…from Kiltirion.”
“Prince Will of Kiltirion, is it?” Sally reached up and planted a kiss on the blonde’s cheek. “You’d be Liam’s young man then.”
Will looked to Doyle, whose face was blank, then back at Sally. “I…ah…how did…”
Sally smiled and patted Will’s arm. “Liam told me he loved a young man and I also get to hear some of the court gossip so I just put two and two together. Now, stand aside and let me see Liam. I’ve been summoned to the palace to see if I can find out what’s wrong with him. Everyone else seems clueless.”
“No offence, Sally, but where’s the court physician?” Doyle asked.
Sally’s face turned grim. “Princess Darla required his presence as she’s feeling queasy with morning sickness.” The tone of Sally’s voice left the two men in no doubt about her feelings towards Darla. “While my poor boy is lying so sick in his bed.”
She bustled over to the bed, checking Liam’s pulse and lifting each eyelid in turn to peer into the young man’s eyes. Will stood at her shoulder and gasped at what he saw.
Liam’s eyes had taken on a strange look, the beautiful chocolate fading to be replaced by a gleaming reddish tint.
**
Lorne and Sally quickly conferred before Lorne turned to Will and Doyle as they stood in Sally’s sitting room waiting nervously.
Sally shook her head as she looked at Will, her eyes full of sadness and regret. “It’s as I thought.”
Will shook his head, refusing to accept that his Liam, his beautiful, gentle, loving Liam was turning into a beast.
“This is only the second time this has happened in Liam’s family,” Lorne said. “His ancestor, Rory, suffered the same fate. It’s said by some that it’s a family curse. Others say it’s a sickness that passes down through the generations. Still others say it’s a spell.”
“So you’re saying Liam will turn into some sort of…animal?”
Lorne shrugged, at a loss. “I’m not sure what you’d call it, Will. A beast, a demon, I just don’t know. All I am sure of is he will have to be locked away before he becomes highly dangerous to everyone around him.”
Will turned helplessly to Sally and Doyle, saw the tears in their eyes and couldn’t hold back his own any longer. Clutching onto Sally, he wept as though his heart was breaking.
**
Darla stood watching from a window high in the palace as her young husband was brought from his rooms in shackles and strong chains and placed in a purpose built caged cart. The chains were fastened to the bars so if Liam woke from his delirium he couldn’t move too far without being pulled back by the restraints.
Will glanced up at the window where Darla stood. She dabbed at her eyes and nose occasionally with what looked a ridiculously inadequate piece of cloth, giving the impression of a grieving wife, but Will, though he couldn’t see the woman clearly, was sure there would be no tears in her eyes.
Will seethed with anger and hatred for the woman as he turned to look once again at his love. He remained stoic as he gazed upon the young man who had begun to transform more quickly now, the human aspect almost lost to the creature that was killing Liam. His skin had become thicker and looked almost scaly and the horny protuberances that had begun to grow out of his skull and chin were becoming longer, more pronounced. The hands, the talented artist’s hands, long fingered and elegant, were transforming into bent claws.
Liam stirred suddenly as the men who were chaining him just finished fastening the last lock in place. They jumped back, startled, and left the cage with alacrity.
“Take him to the dungeon on the Mount of Mikhael.” Queen Joyce proclaimed, her voice shaking slightly with emotion. Liam was, after all, her child, even if he was only male.
King Hank stood stoically beside her; only his eyes betrayed his despair at what was happening to his only son.
The group of people gathered at the lower palace gates watched as the cage containing the Royal Son, disappeared through them.
TBC
Author: Marilyn
Email: countessevilmh@yahoo.co.uk
Fandom: BtVS - AtS
Genre (general, hetero or slash) Slash
Pairings/Characters: Spangel AU
Rating: NC17
Warnings: smut!
Disclaimer: Not mine. The characters you recognise belong to Joss Whedon and his associates. Me? I’m in it for the fun and not to make money. Fun is more important than money anyway!
The picture I had in my head of the Mount of Mikhael was this.
Photograph by The National Trust
Part 13
Doyle led the way through the passage that Will knew would give access to the corridor along which Liam’s room was located.
He felt almost nauseous when he thought about the young man and how he’d looked at the Naming Celebrations. He’d looked ill; worse than ill. Liam had looked like he was dying and that thought almost stole Will’s breath away.
Doyle pulled at the sconce in the wall and the secret door slid open with a grating sound and the two men slipped through it, making sure to close it behind them before making their way urgently along the corridor to Liam’s bedchamber.
Placing a finger over his lips to signal to Will that he should remain quiet, Doyle gently pushed the door open and poked his head around it. Thankfully there was no one in the room with the sick youth so he and Will slipped stealthily inside.
“Liam!” Will breathed, his heart almost stopping.
Liam lay in his bed, his skin, his greenish skin, glistened with feverish sweat. And though Will and Doyle had been relieved in one way to find no one there with him, they were outraged that the sick man had been left alone.
Will bent over the limp, sickly figure in the bed lifting one of the flaccid hands and kissing it gently. Liam moaned and his head shifted agitatedly from side to side, but his eyes remained closed.
A sound at the door made Will and Doyle start and though they looked around frantically for a hiding place they were too late; the door opened.
“Sally!” Doyle relaxed visibly, grateful that it was her and no one who might be suspicious to see a visiting Prince in the sick room of the Queen’s son.
“Young Doyle? What are you doing here?” Sally shut the door quietly behind her. “Is Liam…?”
“Liam’s all right, Sally,” Doyle quickly reassured Liam’s former nurse and tutor. “Well, he’s not all right, but…this is Will, by the way. He’s Liam’s…friend…from Kiltirion.”
“Prince Will of Kiltirion, is it?” Sally reached up and planted a kiss on the blonde’s cheek. “You’d be Liam’s young man then.”
Will looked to Doyle, whose face was blank, then back at Sally. “I…ah…how did…”
Sally smiled and patted Will’s arm. “Liam told me he loved a young man and I also get to hear some of the court gossip so I just put two and two together. Now, stand aside and let me see Liam. I’ve been summoned to the palace to see if I can find out what’s wrong with him. Everyone else seems clueless.”
“No offence, Sally, but where’s the court physician?” Doyle asked.
Sally’s face turned grim. “Princess Darla required his presence as she’s feeling queasy with morning sickness.” The tone of Sally’s voice left the two men in no doubt about her feelings towards Darla. “While my poor boy is lying so sick in his bed.”
She bustled over to the bed, checking Liam’s pulse and lifting each eyelid in turn to peer into the young man’s eyes. Will stood at her shoulder and gasped at what he saw.
Liam’s eyes had taken on a strange look, the beautiful chocolate fading to be replaced by a gleaming reddish tint.
**
Lorne and Sally quickly conferred before Lorne turned to Will and Doyle as they stood in Sally’s sitting room waiting nervously.
Sally shook her head as she looked at Will, her eyes full of sadness and regret. “It’s as I thought.”
Will shook his head, refusing to accept that his Liam, his beautiful, gentle, loving Liam was turning into a beast.
“This is only the second time this has happened in Liam’s family,” Lorne said. “His ancestor, Rory, suffered the same fate. It’s said by some that it’s a family curse. Others say it’s a sickness that passes down through the generations. Still others say it’s a spell.”
“So you’re saying Liam will turn into some sort of…animal?”
Lorne shrugged, at a loss. “I’m not sure what you’d call it, Will. A beast, a demon, I just don’t know. All I am sure of is he will have to be locked away before he becomes highly dangerous to everyone around him.”
Will turned helplessly to Sally and Doyle, saw the tears in their eyes and couldn’t hold back his own any longer. Clutching onto Sally, he wept as though his heart was breaking.
**
Darla stood watching from a window high in the palace as her young husband was brought from his rooms in shackles and strong chains and placed in a purpose built caged cart. The chains were fastened to the bars so if Liam woke from his delirium he couldn’t move too far without being pulled back by the restraints.
Will glanced up at the window where Darla stood. She dabbed at her eyes and nose occasionally with what looked a ridiculously inadequate piece of cloth, giving the impression of a grieving wife, but Will, though he couldn’t see the woman clearly, was sure there would be no tears in her eyes.
Will seethed with anger and hatred for the woman as he turned to look once again at his love. He remained stoic as he gazed upon the young man who had begun to transform more quickly now, the human aspect almost lost to the creature that was killing Liam. His skin had become thicker and looked almost scaly and the horny protuberances that had begun to grow out of his skull and chin were becoming longer, more pronounced. The hands, the talented artist’s hands, long fingered and elegant, were transforming into bent claws.
Liam stirred suddenly as the men who were chaining him just finished fastening the last lock in place. They jumped back, startled, and left the cage with alacrity.
“Take him to the dungeon on the Mount of Mikhael.” Queen Joyce proclaimed, her voice shaking slightly with emotion. Liam was, after all, her child, even if he was only male.
King Hank stood stoically beside her; only his eyes betrayed his despair at what was happening to his only son.
The group of people gathered at the lower palace gates watched as the cage containing the Royal Son, disappeared through them.
TBC