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Fic: Clipped Wings(5/?)

Title: Clipped Wings
Author: Lore
Rating: R (for implied violence and rape)
Pairings: starts out as B/A, includes very dark present time spangel and ends up B/S
Summary: AU s5, Angel has everything he wants, power, prestige, Buffy ... so why isn't it enough?
Notes: This was an experiment at using the fade to black. Small warning, Angel is very nasty in this one.







Spike realized that people were staring at him. He shifted to gameface and they jumped aside, letting him pass. He pushed his way past the guards, past the doors and into the streets.

His hand was hurting, itching, as if hell was having a party underneath his skin. He couldn't bring himself to care. All he knew was that he'd die before he'd let himself be captured, again.
People were looking at him, running in fear. He touched his face, still ridged, hurting. He changed back, desperate to find a place to hide. Somewhere dank and dark and dirty where he wouldn't be noticed.

He managed to push his way past the humans on the stairway down to the tracks, jump into the subway car and sank down, hiding in the corner.

His white pants were covered with blotches of blood, his shirt hung open, exposing the scars on his chest to the open air. With every stop the car filled up a bit more until Spike felt himself pressed out of sight at the end of the cabin. It's no wonder that he failed to notice two passengers amidst the mob, nor their interest in him.

When a few more people left, giving the rest of them some breathing space, the girls made their move. Setting themselves down on a seat right before him.

Spike moved his hand to his face, licking off some of the blood, cleaning himself the only way his mind remembered how. He was in too much pain, too much fear to think.

A woman grabbed her baby and quickly moved to the other side of the car, stepping out at the next stop as soon as she saw the chance. Only five passengers were left in the car.

One of the girls got up and moved to the seat next to Spike. The vampire stayed on the floor, throwing her a suspicious look. Then his hunger became too much and he licked off every last drop of blood from his fingers. He missed the other girl quickly helping another woman get out of the car on the next stop. No more than four now.

When Spike finally found the strength to look up, one of the girls was holding a stake. He just closed his eyes. Angel always lingered like that, right before he'd kick his guts, taking his time, looking for the perfect place of impact. It wasn't that he was ready to die, not just yet, but the idea of more pain, was too much to bear.

"Do it quick, please." Let it be over.

Someone got up in the back of the car, Spike no longer cared, and at least his torment would end.





******



Buffy missed him by seconds, seeing him disappear in the crowd, seemingly as scared of her as he was of Angel. She went back in, tried to get Harmony to follow his scent. She should have known better with the waves of cheap perfume following the ex cheerleader wherever she went.

Wesley was missing, Gunn was in court somewhere and Fred was working on something in the lab that might take over the city if she left, so there was no chance of help from any of them. Even if they did care.

Buffy took a deep breath before she returned to Angel's office. He was sitting in his chair, staring at the window outside.

"He's gone."

Angel didn't answer.

"How do I find him?"

Still no answer, she grabbed his chair and forced him to face her, not giving a damn about the tears on his face.

"There's a tracking chip on his right hand, that's how... that's how I found him before."

Buffy grabbed the tracker, Angel shot up after her.

"Let me help, I can..."

"Don't you think you've done more than enough already?"

"Buffy..."

"Follow me and you're dead."

She slammed the door shut and left the room.





*******





"I don't think that's necessary."

The Slayers turned, staring at the man carrying a gun in his hands aimed at the both of them.
Spike recognized him instantly and cringed further.

"Pleasekillmepleasekillmepleasekillmepleasekillme..."

"Shhh,…" he aimed the gun at Spike for a second before returning it to the girls.. "You've been a naughty naughty boy Spike, running away like that. Making your sire all worried about where you've gotten off to."

A note of whom Spike might have hurt during his short freedom was added in the tone of voice. Spike didn't even bother to try and tell him he hadn't harmed a soul, Wes would just call him a liar and do the silence spell again.

Spike saw the doors starting to open, planning to run for it first chance he got. Better to end up under the train, than to be taken back to the white room.

"Hey mister, what do you think..."one of the girls got in the way, the train hadn't even come to full stop yet, One second Wes tried to push her out of the way, the next she was falling, going down. Spike grabbed her hand and held on, pulling her back.

"No more hurting the girl." was all he could say, before Wes managed to grab his hands, locking them behind his back.

The second Slayer got in Wes' way, Spike growled at him.

"Look, I'll handle him." They didn't seem to believe the watcher either. Spike bowed down his head, close to falling, so close to tumbling down.

The Slayer didn't move aside. The other girl got up, and looked at Spike before stepping in Wes' way as well.

"I don't know what you're trying mister, but you ain't not taking that vamp anywhere."

Wes just raised his gun, "I wouldn't be too sure of that."




tbc
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