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Title: A new life
Entry Number: 03
Author: mewmar
Fandom:Angel
Rating: PG-13, some langauge, mention of prostitution and past violence.
Genre:Angst
Spoiler Warnings:very basic series knowledge
Word Count:2678
After the disaster in darling Sunnyhell, Spike decided to take a trip somewhere. Of course, he accidentally found himself in the city of angels, or one particular Angel. For sure, it had nothing to do with wanting to see his Sire, during these rollercoaster high events.
It was normal, even for a master vampire like himself, to search comfort in sire and family during distressing times. Only, spike knew he was harming himself more than doing good. Because Angel would refuse to help him, maybe even laugh at him or be disappointed that he made such a week childe. And he could not, face another rejection. Was he not worthy enough for his sire? Had he not proved himself time and time again?
He would probably accept a dusting, more than apathy. It would be an honorable death- by his sire, his maker, a wanker but a good man. It would be made more honorable, after he had helped the Bit and the scoobies, who he now considered his friends (it probably was not platonic, except for Dawn) ; help! He even got soul! That was the whole jackpot.
He had just about convinced himself to turn around and go someplace else. Maybe he’ll visit his motherland with his remaining savings. That was a nice thought. Thinking of old England always bought a small smile to his face. He was walking, in the dark of course, back to his faithful DeSoto, through a street full of open shops.
His savings had increased by a fair amount just recently, through some unorthodox methods. However, they were mot illegal means here. It had not been the first time, and probably no the last; not for someone that had lived as long as he had. He just needed a fraying hot shower, maybe he’ll get one next town over. He had even already healed his slight injuries, more from being knocked around than the deed itself. Having a thermos full of blood, his last, had actually helped. Of course, Murphy’s law and all that, that was when he showed up.
“Spike?” he asked, both seeming angry and as if not believing what his sharp senses were telling him.
“Bloody hell” spike whispered, an ironic phrase; considering it was their life. He turned around and smirked, hoping it was his usual and waved one cold hand and called out “mate, fancy seeing you here!”. He did not retreat, but neither did he go nearer for fear that Angel would pick up the smell on him and be disgusted, or worse; that he won’t care either way.
Angel walked nearer, striding hurriedly and purposely, after seeing that Spike was not moving in either direction.
“Let me repeat what are you doing in my city?” Angel asks threateningly and without knowing appearing super hot, at least to Spike.
“You never asked!” Spike glowered. True, he loved the bastard, that didn’t stop him from hating him at the same time. It actually made the hate more powerful. Hate was a big word though, irritated fit the bill quite well.
“Don’t make me mad boy! It was intended. Look Spike.” Angel started “If you’re here to start trouble…” he warned.
Spike snorted in disgust “God Angelus, always think the worst of me, don’t cha?” Spike asked, hurt.
“Well, this isn’t exactly a part of town synonymous with nice. What am I supposed to think?” asked Angel perplexed.
“And what exactly are you doing here?” Spike leered, wanted so much to catch perfect Angel red-handed. Well, he knew Angel was not perfect, far from it.. The soul did not make him good, only gave his incentive to do good.
“Patrolling the area” he answered as if it would be obvious (which it was) “and don’t avoid the question.” He commented with a harsh tone.
“Ok, look peaches, I haven’t been to LA that many times, so I wouldn’t know which neighborhoods play nice and which do not, would I? I only picked one, which I liked” he explained, expertly ignoring Angel’s figures at the last bit.
“And now, this is where I bravely admit, I’m not entirely certain why I’m here. See peaches, yours truly needed a break, and I happened to stop here. Will restock and be out of your hair faster than you can say ‘poof’.” And here he made a vanishing gesture with his hands and ten he said “I promise.” And here he held out his pinky finger.
Spike realized his mistake after it was too late. His eminency never backed down from a challenge issued by Spike. It the past, it had been useful to him, as it usually went something like this:
“That all you can do, Sire?” and Angel, or rather the not crazy Angelus would be like “I’ll show you what I can do!” which usually resulted in him being suspended, fucked and tortured in the best ways possible for vampires and in various positions for whole days. Lately challenges did their job when he wanted to let some steam off. This time however, he wanted Angel the big boss, to stay away and not come nearer.
Angel never listened to him though; much less f they were silent prayers. He held his pinky out, a second before touching Spike’s frozen hand. Another millisecond later, Angel growled baring his sharpening teeth, like an angry beast.
“Who have you been with? How many?” Angel asked possessively, clutching Spike’s forearm in an iron grip, unintentionally.
After a while of being as motionless as a statue, Spike came out of his trance and shrugged off Angel’s grip, with the strength of a master vampire. As it was, He had to use all of his strength to do so.
“What is it to you, figured since I was here, I may as well enjoy my stay.” He explained, lying through his teeth and hoping Angel would not catch up. He was just about to comment on the nice guys that Los Angeles had, but thought better of it.
“Bullshit” Angel called. Warning bells started flashing for Spike. When his Sire cursed nowadays, it was either in the throes of passion; he was highly stressed or way pissed off. In either case, apart from the first one, they never resulted in something he liked to experience. However, he had a fair guess at which one of the three it was today.
“For how much did you trick? How much is your mouth worth these days? How much is your lily-white arse ? Probably overpriced since it’s so used. Guess people in this district would not be interested in your cock, eh boy. What say you?
he asked in a heavy Irish brogue- a reminder of his native land- which made itself known from time to time, usually when the demon was let front a bit, a s the soul was in accordance with it. In this case, they were in agreement on him. He felt a bit special, just for that. He was theirs, and mistreated as he was in the past, he still had no right to go bed hopping.
Well, it seemed like the old guy had caught up after all. He didn’t know what he expected, he still acute vampire senses after all. It was also expected since it was not the first time he was caught tricking occasionally by the poof himself. He had even been told by him not to do it again. By vampire lore, since he had disobeyed a direct order intentionally, he was committing a great sin (yes, vampires had those too).
But what was a guy to do, after all? Especially a now souled vamp. He was centuries old, only a few, but he had survived so far. He had no valid ID r any such paperwork, and he really had no useful skills for the ever demanding labor market, except maybe repairing old cars. He had real vintage items, acquired during decades and centuries (even the poofter’s precious drawings) , of hoarding. He refused to give them up, both for the memories and because they would never be appreciated enough, they would not know the real necessity of those items as they did not live in that period, like he had. There had been no or little hygiene, especially with the common people, food was not so refined, cosmetics were horrible, clothes too stifling for the ‘finer’ folk which he had formed part of, everything depended on memory and writing; no television, no computer , no digital cameras only the big old ones and such.
These items, always made a move quite difficult, but they contained memories of his life and his unlife and he was not ready to let them go yet. Thank god for U-hauls. So finding himself in that condition, not wanting to abandon the last tendrils of his life, he had restored to a few tricks. And he knew many of those; god knew Angelus had been good at teaching them. Bastard probably hadn’t thought he wouldn’t use them only on and for him, or maybe he had after all. No one knew for certain with Angelus, kinky bastard. It wasn’t the first time either, that Angelus had caught him. He hadn’t wanted to beg the ‘family’ for money and short of money, he had done it in small Sunnyville as well. It had been surprising, how many clients were interested in the first place.
He couldn’t avoid a confrontation for once it seemed; angel was still waiting for an answer, impatiently. He knew that he had to answer and correctly- the standards of which were still unknown to him even with the soul, as his complicated sire was the one that made the rules- there would be dire consequences if he didn’t.
To hell with caution, thought Spike in his ‘fuck the world’ attitude. Spike was a master vampire, albeit a souled one and it was a famous characteristic of his to be uncautious not only when it came to his sire (though he could get out of almost any situation unless it involved Angel) . After all, the interactions rules were so complex between them, that centuries later he had not caught up yet and he suspected that angel faked his understanding and acted on instinct.
It seems, like this situation required that he walk in the blind once more, because even though e had learned when Angel wanted to fuck or fight, sometimes he was taken by surprise; literally. He hoped he had read the situation correctly.
“Are you projecting your wants in others now? Do you want to know how much so that you could request my services? I thought you were rich peaches, still stinky about money?” he insulted, taking a mocking pose with his hand on his hip.
Angel grabbed him by his jacket’s sleeves, almost tearing the leather off. “I was never stinky about money. I seem to remember giving you all you ever desired. And boy, it would do you well to remember who I am. I don’t need to pay, I say drop to your knees. You drop, no questions asked.” Angel glowered, releasing his grip on the sleeve forcefully.
Spike started at his Sire, he stared at Angel’s feet and mumbled like a small chastised child "Sorry Sire" Just like that, Spike turned unexpectantly so submissve that Angel let go, shocked that after all this time, he still had so much power over Spike, as much as when he was still just William the fledging. Spike blamed it on his nature and the fact that he had always felt the need to please Angel, even when one of them was human (Even the hot pokers were what Angel thought of as the atonement he so wanted, even if that did not even begin to make up for what had been done to Spike). There was a tie between them that was bigger than usual, even taking into consideration that they were vampires and their 'blood tie' was already big.
'just like that?' Angel asked, having now calmed down, which in turn, seeing no imminent risk gave Spike his cockiness back.
"Yes peaches, I do my childe duties even when a master vampire. My normal disrespect towards non-direct orders have more to do with you being a shitty sire, rather than me or anything else." Spike answered with a smirk, assuring his Sire his disrespect was still there. But he was still nervous, nervous of yet another rejection. He was sued to it, but he still felt pain. To distract himself, he went to fish for his cigarettes, but his hand had only grazed his duster's inside pocket, when it was intercepted and stopped.
"You smell rotten after you smoke." Angel said snobbishly.
"We're dead, that's unavoidable; besides you never refused a cig in bed and that's more dangerous for us than cancer or smell." he responded.
You would think that angel would be a total prude or at the very least be offended when he was reminded of the past which he was trying to atone for, or maybe he would not like the language and appreciate the dark humour and would order to cut it out. However, that was not what transpired.
“Well” angel actually smiled “Seeing as I was all relaxed from fucking, I needed something to ignite me again. You extinguished the previous burns so fast!”
Spike was thrown briefly in a fit of unadulterated and genuine laughter. It took a while but after calming down a bit, he remarked “Why peaches, I didn’t know you still had it in you. If I’m not mistaken that was you cracking a joke.” While letting his guard down, he was also letting his accent slip unconsciously.
Angel smiles, but it dropped quickly, the atmosphere having reached a certain level of perpetual peace, but the previous cheerfulness and comic relief having deflated as well.
“No seriously Spike, you need to quit doing this to yourself, if you need money, I can give you. No expectations or hidden meanings.” Spike made as if to talk but he stopped him with a hand gesture, his palms facing him “Let me finish. If you want to be independent, you can repay me. It’s not like we don’t have enough time. And I know I’ve been a shitty sire since souled, but I would not wish anyone this, much less my own blood.”
It was an understandment to say that Spike was shocked, nevertheless, he still thanked Angel sincerely for his offer.
“I mean it Spike. Do you need money?” he asked, already fishing for his wallet. “No peaches no, I don’t need any more money, ah I have enough to leave now.” He admitted.
“Enough, enough for what?” angel asked, his curiosity keeping anger and possessiveness away.
“To Settle in the next town, or any town really. Preferably away from here and as far away as possible. The Himalayas maybe. What I have is enough until I find a job, if I can. Blood and Booze and cigarettes cost.
“Why don’t you stay here with me?” Angel asked quickly, than stammered ‘I mean we both need someone that understands us or tries to. And I am trying to. If you want. I have a nice place with telly, got some blood, even food for when the gang comes at mine.” It was good that he wasn’t any kind of seller. But Spike did not need selling, far from it.
“Flatscreen?” Spike asked, warily, as if that was the most important thing but acting pseudo-arrogantly about it.
“Yes, and there’s a microwave for the blood and some credit cards too which you can use. I know that you are a secret shopaholic. Cordelia will love you once you get over past issues.”
“Sweet! So does this mean we can finally start anew?” he asked still not trusting completely.
“Yes” Angel answered determinately.
They smiled and swaggered to their cars. The past can never be undone or forgotten complexly but a new stage was beginning.
Entry Number: 03
Author: mewmar
Fandom:Angel
Rating: PG-13, some langauge, mention of prostitution and past violence.
Genre:Angst
Spoiler Warnings:very basic series knowledge
Word Count:2678
After the disaster in darling Sunnyhell, Spike decided to take a trip somewhere. Of course, he accidentally found himself in the city of angels, or one particular Angel. For sure, it had nothing to do with wanting to see his Sire, during these rollercoaster high events.
It was normal, even for a master vampire like himself, to search comfort in sire and family during distressing times. Only, spike knew he was harming himself more than doing good. Because Angel would refuse to help him, maybe even laugh at him or be disappointed that he made such a week childe. And he could not, face another rejection. Was he not worthy enough for his sire? Had he not proved himself time and time again?
He would probably accept a dusting, more than apathy. It would be an honorable death- by his sire, his maker, a wanker but a good man. It would be made more honorable, after he had helped the Bit and the scoobies, who he now considered his friends (it probably was not platonic, except for Dawn) ; help! He even got soul! That was the whole jackpot.
He had just about convinced himself to turn around and go someplace else. Maybe he’ll visit his motherland with his remaining savings. That was a nice thought. Thinking of old England always bought a small smile to his face. He was walking, in the dark of course, back to his faithful DeSoto, through a street full of open shops.
His savings had increased by a fair amount just recently, through some unorthodox methods. However, they were mot illegal means here. It had not been the first time, and probably no the last; not for someone that had lived as long as he had. He just needed a fraying hot shower, maybe he’ll get one next town over. He had even already healed his slight injuries, more from being knocked around than the deed itself. Having a thermos full of blood, his last, had actually helped. Of course, Murphy’s law and all that, that was when he showed up.
“Spike?” he asked, both seeming angry and as if not believing what his sharp senses were telling him.
“Bloody hell” spike whispered, an ironic phrase; considering it was their life. He turned around and smirked, hoping it was his usual and waved one cold hand and called out “mate, fancy seeing you here!”. He did not retreat, but neither did he go nearer for fear that Angel would pick up the smell on him and be disgusted, or worse; that he won’t care either way.
Angel walked nearer, striding hurriedly and purposely, after seeing that Spike was not moving in either direction.
“Let me repeat what are you doing in my city?” Angel asks threateningly and without knowing appearing super hot, at least to Spike.
“You never asked!” Spike glowered. True, he loved the bastard, that didn’t stop him from hating him at the same time. It actually made the hate more powerful. Hate was a big word though, irritated fit the bill quite well.
“Don’t make me mad boy! It was intended. Look Spike.” Angel started “If you’re here to start trouble…” he warned.
Spike snorted in disgust “God Angelus, always think the worst of me, don’t cha?” Spike asked, hurt.
“Well, this isn’t exactly a part of town synonymous with nice. What am I supposed to think?” asked Angel perplexed.
“And what exactly are you doing here?” Spike leered, wanted so much to catch perfect Angel red-handed. Well, he knew Angel was not perfect, far from it.. The soul did not make him good, only gave his incentive to do good.
“Patrolling the area” he answered as if it would be obvious (which it was) “and don’t avoid the question.” He commented with a harsh tone.
“Ok, look peaches, I haven’t been to LA that many times, so I wouldn’t know which neighborhoods play nice and which do not, would I? I only picked one, which I liked” he explained, expertly ignoring Angel’s figures at the last bit.
“And now, this is where I bravely admit, I’m not entirely certain why I’m here. See peaches, yours truly needed a break, and I happened to stop here. Will restock and be out of your hair faster than you can say ‘poof’.” And here he made a vanishing gesture with his hands and ten he said “I promise.” And here he held out his pinky finger.
Spike realized his mistake after it was too late. His eminency never backed down from a challenge issued by Spike. It the past, it had been useful to him, as it usually went something like this:
“That all you can do, Sire?” and Angel, or rather the not crazy Angelus would be like “I’ll show you what I can do!” which usually resulted in him being suspended, fucked and tortured in the best ways possible for vampires and in various positions for whole days. Lately challenges did their job when he wanted to let some steam off. This time however, he wanted Angel the big boss, to stay away and not come nearer.
Angel never listened to him though; much less f they were silent prayers. He held his pinky out, a second before touching Spike’s frozen hand. Another millisecond later, Angel growled baring his sharpening teeth, like an angry beast.
“Who have you been with? How many?” Angel asked possessively, clutching Spike’s forearm in an iron grip, unintentionally.
After a while of being as motionless as a statue, Spike came out of his trance and shrugged off Angel’s grip, with the strength of a master vampire. As it was, He had to use all of his strength to do so.
“What is it to you, figured since I was here, I may as well enjoy my stay.” He explained, lying through his teeth and hoping Angel would not catch up. He was just about to comment on the nice guys that Los Angeles had, but thought better of it.
“Bullshit” Angel called. Warning bells started flashing for Spike. When his Sire cursed nowadays, it was either in the throes of passion; he was highly stressed or way pissed off. In either case, apart from the first one, they never resulted in something he liked to experience. However, he had a fair guess at which one of the three it was today.
“For how much did you trick? How much is your mouth worth these days? How much is your lily-white arse ? Probably overpriced since it’s so used. Guess people in this district would not be interested in your cock, eh boy. What say you?
he asked in a heavy Irish brogue- a reminder of his native land- which made itself known from time to time, usually when the demon was let front a bit, a s the soul was in accordance with it. In this case, they were in agreement on him. He felt a bit special, just for that. He was theirs, and mistreated as he was in the past, he still had no right to go bed hopping.
Well, it seemed like the old guy had caught up after all. He didn’t know what he expected, he still acute vampire senses after all. It was also expected since it was not the first time he was caught tricking occasionally by the poof himself. He had even been told by him not to do it again. By vampire lore, since he had disobeyed a direct order intentionally, he was committing a great sin (yes, vampires had those too).
But what was a guy to do, after all? Especially a now souled vamp. He was centuries old, only a few, but he had survived so far. He had no valid ID r any such paperwork, and he really had no useful skills for the ever demanding labor market, except maybe repairing old cars. He had real vintage items, acquired during decades and centuries (even the poofter’s precious drawings) , of hoarding. He refused to give them up, both for the memories and because they would never be appreciated enough, they would not know the real necessity of those items as they did not live in that period, like he had. There had been no or little hygiene, especially with the common people, food was not so refined, cosmetics were horrible, clothes too stifling for the ‘finer’ folk which he had formed part of, everything depended on memory and writing; no television, no computer , no digital cameras only the big old ones and such.
These items, always made a move quite difficult, but they contained memories of his life and his unlife and he was not ready to let them go yet. Thank god for U-hauls. So finding himself in that condition, not wanting to abandon the last tendrils of his life, he had restored to a few tricks. And he knew many of those; god knew Angelus had been good at teaching them. Bastard probably hadn’t thought he wouldn’t use them only on and for him, or maybe he had after all. No one knew for certain with Angelus, kinky bastard. It wasn’t the first time either, that Angelus had caught him. He hadn’t wanted to beg the ‘family’ for money and short of money, he had done it in small Sunnyville as well. It had been surprising, how many clients were interested in the first place.
He couldn’t avoid a confrontation for once it seemed; angel was still waiting for an answer, impatiently. He knew that he had to answer and correctly- the standards of which were still unknown to him even with the soul, as his complicated sire was the one that made the rules- there would be dire consequences if he didn’t.
To hell with caution, thought Spike in his ‘fuck the world’ attitude. Spike was a master vampire, albeit a souled one and it was a famous characteristic of his to be uncautious not only when it came to his sire (though he could get out of almost any situation unless it involved Angel) . After all, the interactions rules were so complex between them, that centuries later he had not caught up yet and he suspected that angel faked his understanding and acted on instinct.
It seems, like this situation required that he walk in the blind once more, because even though e had learned when Angel wanted to fuck or fight, sometimes he was taken by surprise; literally. He hoped he had read the situation correctly.
“Are you projecting your wants in others now? Do you want to know how much so that you could request my services? I thought you were rich peaches, still stinky about money?” he insulted, taking a mocking pose with his hand on his hip.
Angel grabbed him by his jacket’s sleeves, almost tearing the leather off. “I was never stinky about money. I seem to remember giving you all you ever desired. And boy, it would do you well to remember who I am. I don’t need to pay, I say drop to your knees. You drop, no questions asked.” Angel glowered, releasing his grip on the sleeve forcefully.
Spike started at his Sire, he stared at Angel’s feet and mumbled like a small chastised child "Sorry Sire" Just like that, Spike turned unexpectantly so submissve that Angel let go, shocked that after all this time, he still had so much power over Spike, as much as when he was still just William the fledging. Spike blamed it on his nature and the fact that he had always felt the need to please Angel, even when one of them was human (Even the hot pokers were what Angel thought of as the atonement he so wanted, even if that did not even begin to make up for what had been done to Spike). There was a tie between them that was bigger than usual, even taking into consideration that they were vampires and their 'blood tie' was already big.
'just like that?' Angel asked, having now calmed down, which in turn, seeing no imminent risk gave Spike his cockiness back.
"Yes peaches, I do my childe duties even when a master vampire. My normal disrespect towards non-direct orders have more to do with you being a shitty sire, rather than me or anything else." Spike answered with a smirk, assuring his Sire his disrespect was still there. But he was still nervous, nervous of yet another rejection. He was sued to it, but he still felt pain. To distract himself, he went to fish for his cigarettes, but his hand had only grazed his duster's inside pocket, when it was intercepted and stopped.
"You smell rotten after you smoke." Angel said snobbishly.
"We're dead, that's unavoidable; besides you never refused a cig in bed and that's more dangerous for us than cancer or smell." he responded.
You would think that angel would be a total prude or at the very least be offended when he was reminded of the past which he was trying to atone for, or maybe he would not like the language and appreciate the dark humour and would order to cut it out. However, that was not what transpired.
“Well” angel actually smiled “Seeing as I was all relaxed from fucking, I needed something to ignite me again. You extinguished the previous burns so fast!”
Spike was thrown briefly in a fit of unadulterated and genuine laughter. It took a while but after calming down a bit, he remarked “Why peaches, I didn’t know you still had it in you. If I’m not mistaken that was you cracking a joke.” While letting his guard down, he was also letting his accent slip unconsciously.
Angel smiles, but it dropped quickly, the atmosphere having reached a certain level of perpetual peace, but the previous cheerfulness and comic relief having deflated as well.
“No seriously Spike, you need to quit doing this to yourself, if you need money, I can give you. No expectations or hidden meanings.” Spike made as if to talk but he stopped him with a hand gesture, his palms facing him “Let me finish. If you want to be independent, you can repay me. It’s not like we don’t have enough time. And I know I’ve been a shitty sire since souled, but I would not wish anyone this, much less my own blood.”
It was an understandment to say that Spike was shocked, nevertheless, he still thanked Angel sincerely for his offer.
“I mean it Spike. Do you need money?” he asked, already fishing for his wallet. “No peaches no, I don’t need any more money, ah I have enough to leave now.” He admitted.
“Enough, enough for what?” angel asked, his curiosity keeping anger and possessiveness away.
“To Settle in the next town, or any town really. Preferably away from here and as far away as possible. The Himalayas maybe. What I have is enough until I find a job, if I can. Blood and Booze and cigarettes cost.
“Why don’t you stay here with me?” Angel asked quickly, than stammered ‘I mean we both need someone that understands us or tries to. And I am trying to. If you want. I have a nice place with telly, got some blood, even food for when the gang comes at mine.” It was good that he wasn’t any kind of seller. But Spike did not need selling, far from it.
“Flatscreen?” Spike asked, warily, as if that was the most important thing but acting pseudo-arrogantly about it.
“Yes, and there’s a microwave for the blood and some credit cards too which you can use. I know that you are a secret shopaholic. Cordelia will love you once you get over past issues.”
“Sweet! So does this mean we can finally start anew?” he asked still not trusting completely.
“Yes” Angel answered determinately.
They smiled and swaggered to their cars. The past can never be undone or forgotten complexly but a new stage was beginning.