Feral
 
Author: Lilithangel
 
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
 
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
 
Fandom: AtS
 
Characters: Angel/Spike
 
Genre: slash
 
Warnings: will be slash, contains descriptions of injuries.
 
Summary: Post NFA, Angel continues the fight thinking he is alone but he finds a badly hurt feral Spike hiding out in the Hyperion.  How does he react and can he help Spike heal?
This is for DR who always gives me feedback on LJ and the Yahoo groups. You said you liked feral Spike honey, hope you like my version.

 
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Angel stared at Spike's shattered body.  The blond was barely blond now his normally gelled back hair long and matted with filth.  An unhealed burn twisted the fine features into a caricature of his previous looks.  He was wearing the remains of the jeans and tee shirt Angel remembered from the alley but the leather jacket was gone and he was barefoot.
 
One arm was twisted obviously healed wrong from a bad break, and the hand was crushed and fused in a fist.  He stank of the sewers and god knows what else.  His slender form resembled a famine victim and Angel could see small white things crawling in still weeping wounds.
 
Angel didn't understand how he had not known Spike had survived the alley or why the blond had not come to him for help.  Even if Spike hated him it didn't make sense that the younger vampire would deliberately chose to be in such a state.  There was obviously something more going on that Angel was not going to understand until Spike was conscious again.
 
Before that happened Angel intended to fix some of the state that Spike was in even if it made the blond angry when he woke up.  Angel considered taking Spike upstairs to clean him up but based on earlier actions decided instead to wait and see.
 
Firstly he removed the last of the rags covering Spike's body.  It was not difficult they practically disintegrated on contact.  Then he fetched a bucket and cloths to clean the worst of the filth off the body revealing the extent of the damage. 
 
The hair was a lost cause and Angel resorted to a knife to shear off most of the matted locks.  When he did so he found an area of the skull that was spongy and full of blood.  Obviously the not so blond had taken a heavy blow to the head which possibly explained some of his behaviour.
 
The remains of a bottle of vodka took care of the maggots in the wounds but the shock started to bring Spike around.  Angel sat back on his heels to see how Spike would react.
 
Blue eyes stared fuzzily at him without recognition.  When awareness returned it was abrupt and violent.  Spike growled and lashed out at Angel with his wounded hand flinching at the movement and scrabbling back against the wall.
 
Angel stretched out a calming hand but snatched it back when Spike morphed into demon face and tried to bite it.
 
"Calm down Spike," Angel said, "I'm not going to hurt you."  Spike growled at Angel again staying hunched up against the wall.  When Angel stood Spike pressed himself further into the concrete baring his fangs.
 
Calmly Angel backed out of the cage realising Spike was not going to accept his help.  Regretfully Angel shut the cage door.  The clang of metal drove Spike into another frenzy and he threw himself against the bars.
 
"I'm sorry Spike but it's for your own good," Angel said heading upstairs to get some rest before he went for supplies.
 
An hour later the plaintive howls from the basement brought a weary Angel back down.  Spike leapt back against the far wall as Angel entered licking the blood from his hands skin split from pounding on the bars.
 
"Shut up," Angel growled at Spike.  Spike growled back but stayed in his crouch against the wall not challenging Angel seriously.  Angel could see tremors rippling over Spike's body and realised he must be freezing.
 
"There's a blanket on the cot Spike," Angel said but Spike merely watched him cautiously, "you must be cold," Angel coaxed pointing to the cot.
 
Spike followed Angel's hand and stared at the cot not moving from his position.  Angel sighed with frustration and turned to leave.  As he reached the top of the stairs the howling started again.
 
"Shut up," Angel said more forcefully and the howl subsided to a low whimper that Angel could still hear in his soul.  With another sigh he went up to the room he had been trying to sleep in and grabbed a couple of pillows and blankets.
 
When he returned to the basement Angel found the nest that Spike had made in one corner.  It smelt as bad as Spike had, but Angel was too tired to care.  He spread one blanket on top of the pile and tried to settle down.  Inside the cage wary blue eyes watched his every move but the sounds blessedly stopped.
 
A few hours of dozing was all Angel managed knowing that Spike was still crouched in the corner watching him.  It was still daylight outside so Angel was forced into the sewers to get the supplies he was going to need to fix Spike's injuries as well as be more comfortable himself.
 
The howls started up again as soon as he left.
 
Angel returned several hours later laden down with supplies and rather annoyed at the trouble he was going to for someone he didn't really like.  It was silent in the basement and Angel moved over to the cage in concern.  Spike was curled up asleep on top of the cot damaged hand cradled safely against his body.  With his head turned away he looked more like the vampire he had been except for the hacked off hair and skinny frame.
 
Angel slipped upstairs to heat up some blood knowing the blond would need to be stronger before he could do what was necessary.
 
Spike was awake when Angel came downstairs again and sniffed the air obviously aware of the mug of blood in Angel's hand.  Angel offered the mug through the bars but Spike simply stared at it.  He was twitching with need at the smell but would not move.
 
Angel finally placed the mug on the floor of the cage and backed away to see if Spike would take it.  Spike crouched down and sniffed the blood confusion on his face.  He nudged the mug with one hand spilling some of the blood over the edge.
 
Angel watched as Spike licked the spilled blood up and then began to lap at the mug until he couldn't reach anymore and lashed out in frustration scattering the last of the blood. 
 
Finally satisfied that no blood remained Spike whined at Angel and nudged the mug towards the bars.
 
"More huh?" Angel slid the second mug into the cage and watched Spike perform the same actions again, "you'll have to wait while I heat some more," Angel said and moved over to get the empty mugs.
 
Spike scuttled back to the far wall as Angel approached watching him carefully.  Looking around Angel saw that he could bring the microwave downstairs if necessary.  Spike was going to need more blood, possible human to heal properly.  His own blood might speed things up as well but Angel was not sure how he felt about sharing blood with Spike after all these years.  They had spilt enough of each others but sharing it had never been part of their relationship.
 
Crouching down to get the mugs Angel stared into Spike's eyes looking desperately for something to tell him that Spike was still there somewhere trying to get out.  There was nothing.
 
TBC...