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kat8chaTitle: Born in the Right Century
Pairing: Now that would be telling wouldn't it? ~giggle~ Spike/Xander predominant with slight Aus/X, Dru/X, Darla/X, Willow/X(UST) and other relationships yet to be decided.
Rating: Right now? PG-13. Later, er... maybe R/NC-17
Author's Notes: Yeah.... *still* no smut. Um, maybe there won't ever be smut. Gonna try to work at least *one* sex scene in later! But it'll be... later. ~hums and mumbles~
When Alexander opens his eyes he knows instantly that something is wrong. His senses are sharper, and every breath he takes makes him feel oddly full and fills his senses with tastes and smells he had never noticed before. He is also cold, not the bone chilling cold of winter, but the sort of cold that one becomes when their body temperature drops. Not only that, when he searches his memories for what exactly happened to him there seems to be something missing. Not a single event or a pure blank spot, but a sort of muzzled, fuzziness. Like some history or motivation behinds his actions is lacking.
Something else is wrong with his situation, there is… someone missing. And for the life of him Alexander cannot figure out who.
“Sire.” One part of his mind whispers. “William.” Another. Hearing footsteps Alexander stills, unnoticing that even his breathing stops, and attempts to listen.
“He should be up by now.” A light voice, with a crisp upper-class accent, a voice that inspires a fluttery feeling in his stomach and a tightness in his chest. The voice is faint, to be sure, but the man must have been speaking awfully loud for Alexander to hear him through thick wooden walls and across the room.
He’s pretty sure part of his mind is laughing at him.
“He’ll be up when he’s up Will.” A deeper voice, richer, fuller and holding power. “Sire.” That strange part of him thinks and unknowingly Alexander has whispered the word and it bounces around the room with eerie significance.
Muffled footsteps and then the door is thrown open. Two handsome men stand there, one pale, short, and skinny the other dark, tall, and broad. “Well look William, sleeping beauty arises.” William has such deep blue eyes, eyes that Alexander remembers… And the man speaking, Angelus is what he’s called and he… made him?
“Sire?” Alexander asks plaintively and a large grin crosses Angelus’ face.
“Aye boy, I’m yer sire.”
Through the years a dynamic evolves in the Scourge of Europe that without Alexander would never have appeared. They become the closest knit group of vampires the world has ever seen and the most destructive. Alexander manages to empathize with all of the Scourge and thus brings them together when they would have fallen apart.
He is there for his sweet William when William’s poets heart is hurt, managing to patch him back together so that he stays intact and does not shatter. William the Bloody does not become Spike, despite his unique methods of torture, and also develops the sadistic tendency of sending a bouquet of bloodstained roses and a poem to his victims funerals. His poetry improves by default.
Darla finds a playmate for the times when she wants to play Queen in the circle of aristocrats and the only thing she and Alexander have to make sure of is that no one would recognize him. He plays the bored, sophisticated gentleman better then Angelus whose cruel side often slips out, and William gets too bored for those sorts of games, Drusilla being far to crazy has never tried them. The blonde vampiress dotes of Alexander almost as if she were her own childe and thus tolerate the rest of Angelus’ childer better.
Drusilla finds a playmate in Alexander too, and someone who can sympathize with the voices in her head. It is only when alone with Drusilla does the brunet tell anyone of the strange visions he gets, whether sound or taste or sight. Drusilla will then nod her head sagely and tell him that it is the stars that have not yet come to be that he sees and Alexander nods too, knowing that she means the future.
Angelus finds another man who appreciates a good stalk now and then, without William’s aggressiveness or impatience with waiting, and takes Alexander out hunting teaching him all the tricks. Sometimes, as they leave precious bits of a family behind for a newly made widow to find Alexander will see flashes of blonde hair, with a sunny smile fading, red hair and a pile of dead fish, and a pair of spectacles with a trail of roses. But he shakes off these images and smiles a fang filled smile at Angelus telling him he is fine.
Because of Alexander Angelus never receives his soul…
Alexander smiled up at Angelus and the brunet smiled back down at him. “Brought you a present boy.” Alexander’s smile widens, he loves his sire’s presents. The last one had been a lovely exotic virgin who had screamed so prettily. “Think you’ll like her.” And Angelus opens the door of the room so Alexander can spot Darla standing with a struggling gypsy trapped in her arms. The gypsy girl turns frightened eyes on the newcomer and screams against the bit of scrap covering her mouth.
“Oh sire! She’ll taste wonderful!”
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And yes, I am that evil. Heh, or not. Maybe I'll post later.
Pairing: Now that would be telling wouldn't it? ~giggle~ Spike/Xander predominant with slight Aus/X, Dru/X, Darla/X, Willow/X(UST) and other relationships yet to be decided.
Rating: Right now? PG-13. Later, er... maybe R/NC-17
Author's Notes: Yeah.... *still* no smut. Um, maybe there won't ever be smut. Gonna try to work at least *one* sex scene in later! But it'll be... later. ~hums and mumbles~
When Alexander opens his eyes he knows instantly that something is wrong. His senses are sharper, and every breath he takes makes him feel oddly full and fills his senses with tastes and smells he had never noticed before. He is also cold, not the bone chilling cold of winter, but the sort of cold that one becomes when their body temperature drops. Not only that, when he searches his memories for what exactly happened to him there seems to be something missing. Not a single event or a pure blank spot, but a sort of muzzled, fuzziness. Like some history or motivation behinds his actions is lacking.
Something else is wrong with his situation, there is… someone missing. And for the life of him Alexander cannot figure out who.
“Sire.” One part of his mind whispers. “William.” Another. Hearing footsteps Alexander stills, unnoticing that even his breathing stops, and attempts to listen.
“He should be up by now.” A light voice, with a crisp upper-class accent, a voice that inspires a fluttery feeling in his stomach and a tightness in his chest. The voice is faint, to be sure, but the man must have been speaking awfully loud for Alexander to hear him through thick wooden walls and across the room.
He’s pretty sure part of his mind is laughing at him.
“He’ll be up when he’s up Will.” A deeper voice, richer, fuller and holding power. “Sire.” That strange part of him thinks and unknowingly Alexander has whispered the word and it bounces around the room with eerie significance.
Muffled footsteps and then the door is thrown open. Two handsome men stand there, one pale, short, and skinny the other dark, tall, and broad. “Well look William, sleeping beauty arises.” William has such deep blue eyes, eyes that Alexander remembers… And the man speaking, Angelus is what he’s called and he… made him?
“Sire?” Alexander asks plaintively and a large grin crosses Angelus’ face.
“Aye boy, I’m yer sire.”
Through the years a dynamic evolves in the Scourge of Europe that without Alexander would never have appeared. They become the closest knit group of vampires the world has ever seen and the most destructive. Alexander manages to empathize with all of the Scourge and thus brings them together when they would have fallen apart.
He is there for his sweet William when William’s poets heart is hurt, managing to patch him back together so that he stays intact and does not shatter. William the Bloody does not become Spike, despite his unique methods of torture, and also develops the sadistic tendency of sending a bouquet of bloodstained roses and a poem to his victims funerals. His poetry improves by default.
Darla finds a playmate for the times when she wants to play Queen in the circle of aristocrats and the only thing she and Alexander have to make sure of is that no one would recognize him. He plays the bored, sophisticated gentleman better then Angelus whose cruel side often slips out, and William gets too bored for those sorts of games, Drusilla being far to crazy has never tried them. The blonde vampiress dotes of Alexander almost as if she were her own childe and thus tolerate the rest of Angelus’ childer better.
Drusilla finds a playmate in Alexander too, and someone who can sympathize with the voices in her head. It is only when alone with Drusilla does the brunet tell anyone of the strange visions he gets, whether sound or taste or sight. Drusilla will then nod her head sagely and tell him that it is the stars that have not yet come to be that he sees and Alexander nods too, knowing that she means the future.
Angelus finds another man who appreciates a good stalk now and then, without William’s aggressiveness or impatience with waiting, and takes Alexander out hunting teaching him all the tricks. Sometimes, as they leave precious bits of a family behind for a newly made widow to find Alexander will see flashes of blonde hair, with a sunny smile fading, red hair and a pile of dead fish, and a pair of spectacles with a trail of roses. But he shakes off these images and smiles a fang filled smile at Angelus telling him he is fine.
Because of Alexander Angelus never receives his soul…
Alexander smiled up at Angelus and the brunet smiled back down at him. “Brought you a present boy.” Alexander’s smile widens, he loves his sire’s presents. The last one had been a lovely exotic virgin who had screamed so prettily. “Think you’ll like her.” And Angelus opens the door of the room so Alexander can spot Darla standing with a struggling gypsy trapped in her arms. The gypsy girl turns frightened eyes on the newcomer and screams against the bit of scrap covering her mouth.
“Oh sire! She’ll taste wonderful!”
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And yes, I am that evil. Heh, or not. Maybe I'll post later.
