Liliaeth (liliaeth) wrote,

Fic: Clipped Wings(6/?)

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.

"I just want to help."

Buffy actually snorted at him after that. He'd tried to tell her, tried to explain about the amulet. She just … looked at him, like he was the worst kind of worm, trying to wriggle of it with excuses. The way she just ignored him after his offer of help, drove a sword through his guts all over again.

He still didn't like Spike; no matter how much he realized what horrors he'd done, part of him still couldn’t feel fully sorry that he'd done it to Spike and Angelus sat in the back of his head laughing as he replayed the memories. As he hated how much he couldn't feel sorry, because Spike had Buffy, still did. He should feel sorry, it was the right thing to do, he just… didn't. It was breaking him apart and all he knew was that he had to do something to make up for it, or he'd go insane.

He jumped up as something started vibrating in his pocket, until he realized it was his phone. A short message from Wes.

"Angel, I have Spike. But we seem to have run into a Slayer problem."

The phone stopped before he could ask for more information. Wes' voice had sounded cold, like it always did when dealing with the blond vampire. It had been so easy to get his help, not like Wesley really cared what he did in the basement. As long as he didn't let a dangerous vampire run free.

And if he hadn't bothered to let Wes know that the vampire they were holding was souled, or more accurately, had made sure Wes would never find out about it, then that was just another nail in the proverbial coffin. Just another millstone of guilt to carry around his neck.

But it had been so easy to have Wes at hand. To be able to ask for advice in how to best keep a vampire captive, how to do a spell, so Spike couldn't talk when you didn't want him to, how to…

How to drag your best friend into the dark with you and not care, since it's not like he even cared about your morality when he took your son from you. Or so it seemed at the time.

He could see it all now: Buffy had been too busy grieving to wonder why Wes hadn't been around to ask her any questions about the subject. Why no one was wondering that there had been two souled vampires and how that might affect anything.

To Wesley, Spike was just a dangerous vampire, barely tamed. He'd told Angel once that it'd be best to stake him, and the watcher had never understood why Angel hadn't. Wesley thought Angel was being kind, too kind; too attached to this last remaining family member. He hadn't been too wrong, even if Angel never let him find out what disciplining his childe really entailed..

"Wesley's got Spike, but there are Slayers."

Buffy's breath stopped for a second. "Where?"


Wesley pushed the vampire in front of him to his knees. Better to get him out of the way while he dealt with the Slayers. Maybe he should have just let them take him out, free the vampire from his damnation and free Angel from any false responsibilities that the souled vampire might think he had towards his double damned offspring.

Wesley had read everything the council had on the vampire, every file, every murder, every bit of perverse joy he'd had that the watchers were aware of. The way he'd look like an innocent young man, till he dropped the illusion and slaughtered with an insane glee that rivaled Angelus' cold pleasure in creating one of his works of art… Spike was just too good at manipulating people, making them think he'd changed so they'd start trusting him.

Wesley still couldn't believe that Buffy had actually been foolish enough to have the chip taken out of his brain. He still couldn't believe that a slayer like her could have lived so long, if she actually believed that a vampire could be good. Spike had played her, pretending to be her ally to get into her pants, and Buffy had actually let her loneliness convince herself to believe it. Wes wondered how many had innocents had died because Buffy had thought a vampire worthy of her trust. It had been a lucky fortune for the world that the vampire hadn't gotten out in time for the battle, and a matter of evil deceit that Wolfram and Hart had brought him back.

No soul, no conscience, just a demon, barely under control. Maybe the Slayers were right on this one, just take him out, no fuss.

But Angel...

And all he could think of was the way he'd seen Angel with Spike, sitting on the bed with Spike's head on his lap, gently caressing the younger vampire's hair. Spike had been under the silence spell, something Angel had insisted on and Wes had had no reason to say no. He'd seen Angel sit in his office, dark and alone. Even Buffy’s being there hadn't been enough to bring him into the light. At least knowing that Spike was safe with him and away from the general public had given the souled vampire some comfort and peace of mind. Wes wasn't sure if he could or should take that away from him.

"Look, this isn't what it seems." He aimed his plea at both slayers, the girl he'd nearly gotten killed glared at him as if he were a chaos demon. This wasn't supposed to be the way for it to go, he should have ordered some members of the Wolfram and Hart task force to follow him out.

"I don't know mister. Generally when the scary things get scared, it ain't good."

The other Slayer blew up a bubble and Wes found it hard to take them serious, even knowing that both children could break him in half without even trying.

So of course, because of his lack of concentration, he didn't notice the book hitting him in the head and forcing him back. He got distracted by the flash of dark as the lights went out for a second right before they got through the tunnel and when the lights went on again, the slayers were gone, and so was Spike


Stacy had pulled the vampire with them, jumping off the car as soon as it stopped. She knew she should stake him, but it was like killing a big wounded tiger that you'd just seen beaten down by one of those crazy ass lion tamers.

He seemed so small, helpless, sinking down again like a wild animal trapped in a corner. What could possibly get a vampire that scared?
The more she thought about it, the more she was sure she had to find out, and if they staked the vampire now, they never would. Whatever that nutcase was planning with him, it had to be worse than death, seeing a vampire practically plead for the stake... he was still trembling.

And the vampire had actually given up a chance to escape to save Kim's life; that had to count for something, even if it was weird as hell.

The vampire, Spike, sank down again, unable to stand up. It wasn't until now that she realized that the blood on his clothes wasn't from some victim, but coming from wounds that still hadn't closed down on his own body.

Someone had been torturing the guy, and she'd die before she let them do it again. You just don't do that, not even to vampires. Not if you were the good guy at least. A quick staking, sure ... torture, no way.

"Who was that guy?" she asked the shaking creature at her feet.

Spike cringed, unable, maybe even unwilling to answer.

"Look, if you don't want me to give you back to him, you have'ta give me something to go on."

The vampire's eyes shot wide open in fear. "Angel's lackey" he finally muttered.

She couldn't help being annoyed that the vamp seemed more scared of going back into the madman's hands, than to be staked. Here she was a Slayer of nearly six months, and this vampire seemed to almost welcome her arrival. Quiet, broken, she didn't think that the matron at Slayer's keep would let them keep a vampire for a pet. He'd be cute though.

"Don't worry, everything'll be allright.

"No it won't," he muttered, and the vampire rolled up even tighter.

Stacy looked around to see what was going on when she spotted two people coming closer.
Buffy Summers and some stranger she'd seen with the head slayer once or twice. Looking at him now, she realized it was a vampire. It kind of gave her hope; maybe they could keep vampires as pets... She sure didn't feel like staking this one.

Not anymore.

Buffy just ran at them, sinking down next to Spike, taking his hand. Scaring him.
Stacy got up to stop her, unsure what to do. This was Buffy Summers after all.

The dark vampire stood in the back.

"Angel get the fuck out now!" the senior Slayer barked.

He wouldn't listen; just stepped closer, sinking down next to them both.

Before either could say a word, the wounded vampire lashed out, hitting Angel in the face and forcing him away.

"I'm not going back," he roared defiantly.


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