Fic:Sold (8/11)
Title: Sold(8/11)
Author:Lore
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Spike/Angel, Spike/Methos
Summary: Harmony accidentally gets Spike sold for an auction, Angel has to get him back
Notes: slave/master relationship, some corporeal punishment and basically crazy Angel
The closer she got to him, the more Spike's convulsions worsened. Fred quickly took a step back.
"Get that thing off of him!" She screamed in that stop-a-mob tone she rarely used. Nightmares coursed through her head, five years of Pylea, five years of constant fear and trembling, five years of being nothing but a slave and now this monster wanted to do that to her friend. She wouldn't let him. A cold strength coursed through her and no sane man would have refused her.
Methos on the other hand faced her point blank, even though the taller guy was held his arms behind his back, he still refused to show any sign of giving in.
"No." Was all he'd say.
Again, the animal noise emerged from her throat, but Richie grabbed her before she could reach the bastard again. He tried to soothe her, telling her they wouldn't let him harm Spike.
"Get that off of him."
Methos just laughed her in the face, madly so.
"Just wait till Angel gets here, you... you horrible man. He'll make you stop laughing."
Sometimes working for one of the scariest vampires in the world had it's advantages. Sometimes... not today.
A cold silence filled the room following her pronouncement.
"Who's Angel?" Richie asked as Methos tensed up.
Before she could answer the dark man let go of Methos.
"Angelus."
"Um, well, not really..." Mac seemed to relax. "... he changed his name over a hundred years ago."
"What the hell are you doing working for a psychopath like Angelus?" A moment earlier the dark guy had been at her side, now he seemed to indignant at even the thought of anyone working with Angel.
"Says the guy working for one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse."
Richie snorted at her scorn. She still didn't know at which side he'd be. Part of her hoped it'd be hers.
Methos ignored their squabbling and got up to Spike. Touching his head almost gently as he lifted the vampire's face.
"What's Angelus to you?"
It was then that Fred got to understand Spike's silence as he had to struggle for the next word.
"Sire" He sounded hoarse, in pain.
Methos let go of him, looking out the window, his back turned on the others, Spike still down at his feet.
Fred stuck her tongue out at Mac. The big guy just rolled his eyes. continuing a tirade that he'd stared before but that she hadn't bothered to listen to.
"I don't work for Methos and he hasn't been one of the Horsemen for... well years."
"Well Angel hasn't been Angelus for well over a year either. He has a soul now." She snapped back.
None of them seemed to expect that. Hell, it didn't even seem like either Mac or Richie had a clue about the very meaning of that statement.
"Angel's one of the good guys now." She tried one last time.
"I'll believe that when I see it," A Scottish accent appeared, hidden under a near growl.
"Your 'good guy'" Fred didn't like the emphasis he put there, "beat up a friend of ours. Beating up a mortal for information.. Joe's just a defenseless old man and that 'good man' beat him within an inch of his life. What's good about that?"
"Joe?" Richie's face was wrenched in terror. Fred could almost believe that these were just regular people, with friends and family, like her own group.
"He'll be ok, Thank God that Lacy managed to call the hospital even before I got there."
Fred felt almost inclined to comfort him, to apologize, but then she stared at Spike, at the paddle on the table, the chains on his hands, the collar on his neck.
"He wouldn't..." she faced him. "Not unless it was the only way to find out where Spike had gone."
Fred glared defiantly up at Mac, daring him to argue. Daring to find any good in what had been done to Spike.
Methos didn't seem to be listening to either of them. He just stood there, his back to them, seemingly staring at the vampire.
"Angelus."
He turned around, facing them.
"The last time I heard of him Holtz was on his trail. I didn't think it was a good time to be in Europe."
Fred shivered violently at the bad memories that the name Holtz conjured up in her brain. Attacking her and Charles, attacking them all, staking Darla in front of Angel.
"Master?"
Spike's pained voice rang almost pleading, for what Fred wasn't sure. Methos turned to him, taking the vampire's hand and helping him up.
"We're leaving."
***********
Just a bit more, a bit...Angel froze as the trail split up. He noticed a sledgehammer left behind on a truck and picked it up. Now where...He lifted his head again, choosing direction and running after it. A car nearly drove over him, he jumped up on the roof, and moved on. His boy was waiting.
**********
Vampires...
Methos had only packed some clothes when he left, he'd hired people to get the rest of his stuff when he'd relocated. All he'd taken were his clothes, his sword and the vampire. And Richie who'd gone along after one of Duncan's hints to the same.
The young woman was tied to a chair, a gag in her mouth to keep her from screaming for the neighbors. Duncan just kept going over the image of the vampire's face twisting to that of a demon. Methos had said it was his true face.
He still didn't quite believe it.
Vampires, real... Methos said they were monsters, the true creatures of the night, living only for the kill, to cause destruction. And after his struggle with Ahriman how could he not believe. He'd grown up in more superstitious times and yet as he grew up as an immortal, seeing the world, he'd believed that's all they had been. Only to have more and more of them proven real.
The vampire had looked like a young man, terrified of it's master, terrified to disobey. Duncan had stared at his fear, remembering all too well what it had felt like to get a beating. Yet what Methos had done earlier was just so cold blooded. Methos had told him it was necessary. He'd explained his every action, making it clear to him that this was the only way to keep a vampire around and domesticate him. It still felt wrong, no matter how you put it. And yet despite that, he'd let Methos run off with the trembling man, vampire. He'd let him take him outside, and sat there, watching the girl.
Why?
Because it had been Methos doing it. Methos who...
He got up to the girl, taking the gag out between her lips. She started cussing at him and he let her, taking place in the chair next to her. She finally stopped, looking at his smile. She worked for Angelus, that alone should be enough to keep her here, safe from her master, who was also a vampire. Duncan knew enough about Angelus to believe it.
"You can't let him do it."
It was the first non insult she said.
He opened up a deck of cards, staring at it, laying it out. King, queen and the fool.
"You can't let him take Spike."
"Richie will protect your... friend."
A friend who'd turn on her if Methos was to be believed. Methos thought the vampire had been playing on her insecurities, getting her to believe he could be trusted, just for the fun of seeing the betrayal in her eyes when he did kill her. Methos was the one who knew about vampires. Was it wrong to believe the ancient? He'd heard of Angelus, he'd seen the scraps left over from a town that had Angelus and his ... family, passing through. It was almost a comfort to know that Angelus wasn't human... or immortal.
"And you don't think it's wrong. Keeping a sentient being as a slave, treating them like a pet. Against their will."
His heart cringed at every word, knowing full well he agreed with every syllable. But Methos ...
"Why do you like him? He's a killer right?"
"No!"
As Methos had told her the vampire would make her believe.
"Spike's not like that. He hasn't been like that for a while now. He's changed."
"And you think vampires can change like that."
He remembered Methos telling him about the people he'd butchered, almost high on the sheer memory of it. And at the same time burdened with a thousand regrets. Methos had changed, but he had a soul, something Methos said, vampires didn't have.
"Spike did. He's a good guy."
Black ace, he put it up. Placing a ten under the fool.
"He saved my life." Duncan looked at her, wondering how sincere she was.
"He saved all our lives. He's a champion, a hero. He died not even a year ago, giving his unlife to save every single human being on the planet from an overwhelming army of super vampires."
"He didn't look... dead to me."
"They brought him back, he was ashes, and then he wasn't. He spent those first few months as a ghost, haunting Angel. It wasn't until a few months ago that he got his body back. He spent the past two months on the streets saving the innocent, defending the helpless."
She looked at him with utter sincerity. Believing every word she said, and for some reason, so did he.
"He gave his life to save the world and this is how you repay him?"
tbc
Author:Lore
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Spike/Angel, Spike/Methos
Summary: Harmony accidentally gets Spike sold for an auction, Angel has to get him back
Notes: slave/master relationship, some corporeal punishment and basically crazy Angel
The closer she got to him, the more Spike's convulsions worsened. Fred quickly took a step back.
"Get that thing off of him!" She screamed in that stop-a-mob tone she rarely used. Nightmares coursed through her head, five years of Pylea, five years of constant fear and trembling, five years of being nothing but a slave and now this monster wanted to do that to her friend. She wouldn't let him. A cold strength coursed through her and no sane man would have refused her.
Methos on the other hand faced her point blank, even though the taller guy was held his arms behind his back, he still refused to show any sign of giving in.
"No." Was all he'd say.
Again, the animal noise emerged from her throat, but Richie grabbed her before she could reach the bastard again. He tried to soothe her, telling her they wouldn't let him harm Spike.
"Get that off of him."
Methos just laughed her in the face, madly so.
"Just wait till Angel gets here, you... you horrible man. He'll make you stop laughing."
Sometimes working for one of the scariest vampires in the world had it's advantages. Sometimes... not today.
A cold silence filled the room following her pronouncement.
"Who's Angel?" Richie asked as Methos tensed up.
Before she could answer the dark man let go of Methos.
"Angelus."
"Um, well, not really..." Mac seemed to relax. "... he changed his name over a hundred years ago."
"What the hell are you doing working for a psychopath like Angelus?" A moment earlier the dark guy had been at her side, now he seemed to indignant at even the thought of anyone working with Angel.
"Says the guy working for one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse."
Richie snorted at her scorn. She still didn't know at which side he'd be. Part of her hoped it'd be hers.
Methos ignored their squabbling and got up to Spike. Touching his head almost gently as he lifted the vampire's face.
"What's Angelus to you?"
It was then that Fred got to understand Spike's silence as he had to struggle for the next word.
"Sire" He sounded hoarse, in pain.
Methos let go of him, looking out the window, his back turned on the others, Spike still down at his feet.
Fred stuck her tongue out at Mac. The big guy just rolled his eyes. continuing a tirade that he'd stared before but that she hadn't bothered to listen to.
"I don't work for Methos and he hasn't been one of the Horsemen for... well years."
"Well Angel hasn't been Angelus for well over a year either. He has a soul now." She snapped back.
None of them seemed to expect that. Hell, it didn't even seem like either Mac or Richie had a clue about the very meaning of that statement.
"Angel's one of the good guys now." She tried one last time.
"I'll believe that when I see it," A Scottish accent appeared, hidden under a near growl.
"Your 'good guy'" Fred didn't like the emphasis he put there, "beat up a friend of ours. Beating up a mortal for information.. Joe's just a defenseless old man and that 'good man' beat him within an inch of his life. What's good about that?"
"Joe?" Richie's face was wrenched in terror. Fred could almost believe that these were just regular people, with friends and family, like her own group.
"He'll be ok, Thank God that Lacy managed to call the hospital even before I got there."
Fred felt almost inclined to comfort him, to apologize, but then she stared at Spike, at the paddle on the table, the chains on his hands, the collar on his neck.
"He wouldn't..." she faced him. "Not unless it was the only way to find out where Spike had gone."
Fred glared defiantly up at Mac, daring him to argue. Daring to find any good in what had been done to Spike.
Methos didn't seem to be listening to either of them. He just stood there, his back to them, seemingly staring at the vampire.
"Angelus."
He turned around, facing them.
"The last time I heard of him Holtz was on his trail. I didn't think it was a good time to be in Europe."
Fred shivered violently at the bad memories that the name Holtz conjured up in her brain. Attacking her and Charles, attacking them all, staking Darla in front of Angel.
"Master?"
Spike's pained voice rang almost pleading, for what Fred wasn't sure. Methos turned to him, taking the vampire's hand and helping him up.
"We're leaving."
***********
Just a bit more, a bit...Angel froze as the trail split up. He noticed a sledgehammer left behind on a truck and picked it up. Now where...He lifted his head again, choosing direction and running after it. A car nearly drove over him, he jumped up on the roof, and moved on. His boy was waiting.
**********
Vampires...
Methos had only packed some clothes when he left, he'd hired people to get the rest of his stuff when he'd relocated. All he'd taken were his clothes, his sword and the vampire. And Richie who'd gone along after one of Duncan's hints to the same.
The young woman was tied to a chair, a gag in her mouth to keep her from screaming for the neighbors. Duncan just kept going over the image of the vampire's face twisting to that of a demon. Methos had said it was his true face.
He still didn't quite believe it.
Vampires, real... Methos said they were monsters, the true creatures of the night, living only for the kill, to cause destruction. And after his struggle with Ahriman how could he not believe. He'd grown up in more superstitious times and yet as he grew up as an immortal, seeing the world, he'd believed that's all they had been. Only to have more and more of them proven real.
The vampire had looked like a young man, terrified of it's master, terrified to disobey. Duncan had stared at his fear, remembering all too well what it had felt like to get a beating. Yet what Methos had done earlier was just so cold blooded. Methos had told him it was necessary. He'd explained his every action, making it clear to him that this was the only way to keep a vampire around and domesticate him. It still felt wrong, no matter how you put it. And yet despite that, he'd let Methos run off with the trembling man, vampire. He'd let him take him outside, and sat there, watching the girl.
Why?
Because it had been Methos doing it. Methos who...
He got up to the girl, taking the gag out between her lips. She started cussing at him and he let her, taking place in the chair next to her. She finally stopped, looking at his smile. She worked for Angelus, that alone should be enough to keep her here, safe from her master, who was also a vampire. Duncan knew enough about Angelus to believe it.
"You can't let him do it."
It was the first non insult she said.
He opened up a deck of cards, staring at it, laying it out. King, queen and the fool.
"You can't let him take Spike."
"Richie will protect your... friend."
A friend who'd turn on her if Methos was to be believed. Methos thought the vampire had been playing on her insecurities, getting her to believe he could be trusted, just for the fun of seeing the betrayal in her eyes when he did kill her. Methos was the one who knew about vampires. Was it wrong to believe the ancient? He'd heard of Angelus, he'd seen the scraps left over from a town that had Angelus and his ... family, passing through. It was almost a comfort to know that Angelus wasn't human... or immortal.
"And you don't think it's wrong. Keeping a sentient being as a slave, treating them like a pet. Against their will."
His heart cringed at every word, knowing full well he agreed with every syllable. But Methos ...
"Why do you like him? He's a killer right?"
"No!"
As Methos had told her the vampire would make her believe.
"Spike's not like that. He hasn't been like that for a while now. He's changed."
"And you think vampires can change like that."
He remembered Methos telling him about the people he'd butchered, almost high on the sheer memory of it. And at the same time burdened with a thousand regrets. Methos had changed, but he had a soul, something Methos said, vampires didn't have.
"Spike did. He's a good guy."
Black ace, he put it up. Placing a ten under the fool.
"He saved my life." Duncan looked at her, wondering how sincere she was.
"He saved all our lives. He's a champion, a hero. He died not even a year ago, giving his unlife to save every single human being on the planet from an overwhelming army of super vampires."
"He didn't look... dead to me."
"They brought him back, he was ashes, and then he wasn't. He spent those first few months as a ghost, haunting Angel. It wasn't until a few months ago that he got his body back. He spent the past two months on the streets saving the innocent, defending the helpless."
She looked at him with utter sincerity. Believing every word she said, and for some reason, so did he.
"He gave his life to save the world and this is how you repay him?"
tbc