Title: Requiem for a Childe Author: Janet Lynn (janet324@comcast.net) Rating: NC-17 Pairing: S/A (in memory) Warning: This part contains rape. Please do not read if the topic upsets you. Authors Note: I've been a bit depressed lately, so if this part seems a bit more depressing than usual, please understand. Thoughts indicated by <> Flashbacks are in italics Chapter 9 After Giles explained to the vampire as quickly as possible about Star Wars and the importance of a Jedi mentor, they moved on to the next few portraits. Giles easily recognized the Spike in the following pictures. These were all of Spike as the watcher knew him. "You didn't draw much during this time" Giles mentioned. "Not really" Angel replied staring at the portraits being passed between the two. "I was busy helping you and Buffy. I really didn't have much time to think about Spike until he showed up in Sunnydale and even then I was too busy fighting him to spend time drawing." "Preoccupied" Giles murmured. Angel snorted at the small dig from the Englishman. He scowled at the next picture. He looked at the watcher and sighed. "And then I lost my soul" he whispered as he handed over the next picture. Giles thought he had seen the worst of the pictures, but the image before him caused him to catch his breath. His eyes flew up to search the dark brown ones staring at him. Angel immediately looked away, not wanted to look the other man in the eye. Softly he whispered, "It was the only picture of Spike I drew as Angelus during that time. I was so focused on killing the slayer that I barely had time to torment Spike. But when I did it, I made sure I did it right." Spike was livid. When he first found out that his sire was back, he was ecstatic. Something happened and Angel the poof had lost his soul. Angelus was back and he was ready to party. Sure, he had a tiny Slayer obsession, but that was alright with the blonde vampire. He had a bit of one himself. But slowly, Angelus began to get on his nerves. It started slowly. The dark vampire insisted on taking Drusilla hunting. He claimed that Spike wasn't an adequate partner for the female vampire in his wheelchair and demanded that Spike stay at the warehouse. Then Angelus began to do some odd things. He insisted on helping Dru take over the world with the Judge. Spike had never been too keen on the idea, but his girl wanted a prezzie for her birthday, so Spike got her what she asked for. Angelus showed up and suddenly it turned into 'Let's take over the world'. The plan failed. The Judge was now in a thousand separate little pieces, never to be reassembled again. Dru was very upset and Angelus...well, Angelus was extremely pissed off. And Spike did the one thing that would make it worse. Angelus seethed as Spike took to teasing him for his failings. Sure, the Poof had slept with the slayer, but Spike was still Angelus' childe and Angelus was just waiting for the opportunity to remind the invalid of his place. His chance came soon enough. Angelus began to take Drusilla from Spike's bed to take her to his own. Spike knew that by vampire lore, he had the right as sire, but it still made his blood boil. Angelus had left them for a hundred years and now, just because he has no soul, he thinks he has the right to play with them again. Spike knew Angelus was using Dru for more than just his own pleasure. He was deliberately trying to hurt Spike. The blonde had been devoted to the insane vampire all his life, but she always returned to 'her daddy' and that upset Spike more than he was willing to admit. What Angelus understood that Spike would not admit was that the blonde was more upset that his sire had taken Dru and not him. Spike longed for the touch and attention of his sire even more than he hated him. As time went on, Spike's comments became snarkier and even more vulgar toward the dark vampire. Angelus decided to teach his blonde childe his place, so he sent out Dru and all the minions to go hunt. He easily found Spike. He was sitting in his wheelchair in the bedroom he shared with Drusilla. The very same room where Spike let Dru torture him before they did the ritual to restore the insane vampire. The blonde vampire looked up at the intruder. "What do you want?" he snapped. He quickly learned that he had made a mistake. Angelus moved across the room so quickly that Spike could barely track his movements. All he knew was that he suddenly found himself sprawled over the large bed with his sire towering over him. "I think you have forgotten your place in this in family, boy" the dark vampire snarled in the shocked face below him. Spike was in shock. He knew that something was wrong with his sire. Ever since he had come back, his obsession seemed to consume him and was slowly driving him insane. The wild look in his eyes made the blonde more scared of him than he had ever been. "Sire" he whispered, trying to sound submissive. "Is everything alright?" "No, my boy" Angelus growled out. "Everything is not alright. You seemed to have forgotten who you belong to. I am going to make you remember." Spike flinched at the tone in his sire's voice. Angelus could be a right bastard, but, despite all the rumors, he was never vicious with his childer...until now. The dark vampire quickly flipped the smaller man over onto his stomach and began to run his hands over the damaged back. "Got yourself in a bit of a jam here, didn't ya' boy?" "Yes" Spike answered quietly, trying to sound as much like William as he could. "What could we do about that, hm?" Angelus wondered out loud. Spike gasped. He had sat in that damn chair for much too long. The Slayer had damaged him so badly, that even with vampiric healing, Spike's body was taking months to mend itself. He had been feeding well, trying to help his body heal, but he knew that Sire's blood would help him mend even faster. As a fledge, Angelus had rarely shared his blood with him and Spike was surprised that he would be willing to help him now. Not receiving an answer, Angelus began to undress the blonde below him. Spike tried not to move as the strong hands stripped him of his clothes. He hoped that his sire didn't plan on doing what he thought he was going to do. With the damage in his back, Angelus trying to take him would only make it worse. Once all the material was removed from the pale figure, Angelus sat back and sighed. His boy was always so beautiful. All smooth, almost translucent skin covering taut muscles. He could see where Spike was damaged. He slowly traced the cracked and twisted vertebrae protruding from the man's back. Spike moaned in pain as the dark vampire began to probe and push the broken bones harshly. "Poor Spikey" he cooed. "All broken by the Slayer. Poor boy." He pushed harshly down on the broken spine, causing Spike to cry out in pain. He smirked to himself as he repeated the motion. The dark vampire loved the sound of the man below him moaning in pain. Angelus pushed harder until Spike cried out and begged, "Sire, please." "Please what, boy?" he asked. "Please stop." Angelus chuckled at his triumph. His youngest childe is was very proud and he rarely begged. Maybe since he was hurt, he would be more easily manipulated. Angelus couldn't wait to break him again. Spike knew the tone of that laughter and it sent a chill down his broken spine. If he were whole, maybe he could fight him off, but Spike knew better. Angelus was not only bigger, but he was stronger as well, the advantage of being older. Angelus leaned over and licked the blonde's neck up to his ear. He bit down harshly on the lobe, drawing a small drop of blood before licking it away. "Did you miss me boy?" he whispered in the younger man's ear. "Yes" Spike answered truthfully. "But right now I just wish you would fuck off!" The dark vampire laughed at the boy. he thought. "Actually I think that's a good idea, childe." Spike gasped when he felt rough, large hands begin to grope down his back. Angelus harshly pulled and manipulated the sore muscles, causing the broken man below him to moan in pain. He continued his trek down the prone body until he reached the smooth globes of flesh he remembered so well. Palming a cheek in each hand, Angelus began to squeeze them until Spike began to moan. "Like that, do ya' boy?" He reached around the trim waist to find a surging erection pressing against the bed sheets. "It's good to see that not everything below the waist is broken" he whispered as he began to gently stroke the hard flesh. Spike gasped as the hand around his painfully hard cock suddenly vanished, only to appear again on his backside. Angelus used both hands to spread apart the flesh to reveal the tender hole hidden therein. He leaned down to circle the tight ring of muscle with his tongue. The blonde whined as the tongue moved faster, leaving behind a layer of saliva. Spike was amazed at the change of attitude in his sire. He never expected Angelus to be loving with him. "Sire" he moaned, declaring his love with that single word. It was exactly what Angelus was waiting for. He quickly knelt behind his childe and entered him harshly. Spike screamed at the rough intrusion. He had never felt anything so painful in his life. He had torn in several places and the blood made the way easier for the invading cock. Angelus quickly and mercilessly pounded into Spike, ignoring the cries from the man below him. Soon, the older vampire was crying out his completion as he poured his cold seed deep inside the torn and bloody channel. Smacking Spike harshly on both cheeks, Angelus pulled his softening cock out of the messy hole. He laughed at the vampire sprawled out on the bed as he tucked himself back into his leather pants. "Well, Spike" he threw over his shoulder as he headed for the door. "You may not be worth much now that you're special needs boy, but at least you're still a great fuck." Spike laid on the bed for a long time, first listening to his sire leaving his room and then trying to block out the sounds of him and his princess in the other room. As he slowly rolled over, he felt the new damage that Angelus had caused. he thought angrily. Spike cringed as he heard Drusilla calling out his rapist's name. "Just wait Angelus" he whispered in pain as he slowly began to pull his clothes on. "You're not the only bastard around here. Just wait until the Big Bad is back in business." He was glad no one could see the tears that accompanied the declaration. "It was the only time Angelus ever raped him" Angel whispered as he stared at his fingers now clasped together on top of the portfolio. "It was also the only time he ever touched him after he came back until Spike beat the shit out of me with a crowbar." He looked back up at Giles with a slight smirk on his face. "He's such an idiot. Just think what could have happened if Spike had been on Angelus' side during that fight." "We would all be in hell" Giles whispered in awe. He suddenly realized that Spike had saved the world one more time than he had really been given credit for. "And I'm an idiot" Angel whispered, almost too quietly for Giles to hear. "You would think I would learn from his mistakes, but I continued to underestimate him." He stared the watcher in the eyes, the accusation clear. "We all did." Tbc...