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Darkness in their Hearts 7
Title: Darkness in their Hearts
Author: Kitti-Chan
Pairing: Xander/Angelus/Wesley, implied Wes/Xander,
Dru/Spike/Willow
Spoilers: Angel season one up to "Eternity", Buffy season four
(general)
Summary:
Feedback: First BtVS/Angel fic, would be welcome. I've got BIG plans
for it!
Email: Flamespout@h...
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/kat8cha
Distribution: Bigbadzeppo, Xanderslash, Vampyr_Slayerette_Passions,
DarkSlash, I Need a Parrot
Notes: Initiative never existed. Drug never wore off on Angel, or it was real bliss even if chemically induced or something along those lines. My Angelus might be a little ooc, but I think he’s perfect. Kinda based off the Angelus from the Ep. When Spike and Angel visit Rome.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone here! I make no cash! No suing!
Suing of the Kitti-chan is bad! Majorly not of the good! I would
love to own Xan, Angelus, and my poor Wes but sadly I don't (sigh).
~ I'd take better care of them then Joss did! Imagine making my Xan
into a goofy sidekick and giving Angelus back that pussy soul and
killing of my Wesley! I'm still mad about that one. ~
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A pattern begins to develop Angelus stopping into taunt them in the morning, alternating between Wesley and Xander on alternate days occasionally focusing on one for two or three days in a row. The pattern continues for two months before Angelus gets tired of the game and switches to another one. He leaves them alone.
Xander paces the floor back and forth, the same thing he had been doing for the past half-hour. “What is he playing at? I mean, this is different. Not saying I don’t enjoy it or anything but it bugs me. What do you think Angelus is planning?” Wesley watches him wearily from where he is reading. Glancing up from the page Wesley sighs and marks it before setting it down on the floor. Standing from his spot on the wall Wesley stretches before walking over to the youth and stilling him. “Xan, listen. Angelus is a master of mind games. He made a habit of coming in the mornings, yesterday you were a little nervous today you’re jumpier then a…a… something really jumpy.” Wesley said feeling at a loss for words from the chaotic look in his friend’s eyes. Shushing him Wes pulls Xander into the couch. “What’s really wrong? You seem really upset about this.”
Xander dropped his head onto Wes’ shoulder hiding his face in the crook of neck and shoulder. Wes ignores the intimacy of the gesture and brings his hand up to pet the boys hair. If Angelus had spotted it he would have smiled, that type of relationship would make his job so much earlier. “It’s the Others.” That’s how Xander always referred to the beings inside of his head as the ‘Others’ with a capital ‘O’. “They’re restless, the Hyena feels abandoned, and he is setting off the soldier, Evil Me is just smirking.” Xander stilled and hummed slightly enjoying the feel of Wesley’s hand in his hair. Calming inside and out. “Well the Hyena isn’t restless now.” Xander murmured snuggling closer to the younger man. Wesley looks surprised for a brief moment before giving a sweet little smile and continuing with the petting.
Spike smiled slightly leaning outside the door and watching the minions who are supposed to be ‘guarding it’ impersonally. Harris fascinated him, not only had his scents been bloody intoxicating living in his basement had caused Spike to see a whole other side of the boy. He was not a spoiled brat like the Slayer, or an ignored, gifted child of upper-middle class parents like Red. He came from a group of people who were Sunnydale’s ‘white trash’, his mother was a sop for drink, and his father beat him and probably never held a job for very long. How Xander had turned out into the sweet and handsome, but insecure, youth fighting the good fight for Sunnydale’s nearest and dearest was beyond Spike.
The boy was gonna be his target, who he was supposed to work on. Drusilla was going to take the Watcher talking to him of the ancient arts and different types of demons. Eventually Spike and Drusilla would begin to switch off, becoming friends with both of the Pet’s. If this plan worked Angelus would gain what he wanted and Spike would enjoy the entertaining boy’s company for a while. Hearing the watcher get up from the couch he hopes he will leave the room, go to the bathroom or something, but he merely picks something up and heads back to the couch where he and Xander settle down for what looks like will be a long period of time. “Portrait in Death.” He heard the watcher intone and Spike gave a slight growl before settling down for a long wait. He would get a chance at the boy soon enough he just had to wait.
Wesley read the book until Xander fell into a restless slumber. Setting him down carefully on the couch Wesley moved a little to the watch Xander, smoothing a curl out of his face the watcher did what he did best; watch. Xander had not been sleeping well lately, Wes was blaming Angelus more then the creatures in Xan’s head, and this was the best thing he could do for the boy. He had noticed that his accent and the way he spoke when reciting things made Xander’s eyes droop, obviously a reflex from when he had to endure long speeches from Giles (and for a few months from him) about demons or their carelessness after a hard night of slaying. He had not really considered it a good thing before but it seemed to be a nice trick to keep in case Xander’s insomnia continued.
Realizing that his bodily functions had been too long ignored Wesley went in to use the toilet and wash his hands. Staring at the wall where the mirror would have been in a regular bathroom. There was no tub either just a shower but a full bath did not exactly decorate all bathrooms. Shaking off those thoughts Wesley reached for the door and stepping out of it wondered if there was a possibility that there was something stake worthy in the room that he and Xander had missed in their sweeps.
Standing over Xander with the most bemused expression on his face was William the Bloody. The bleached blond’s hands were stuck into his tight black jeans and he bounced on the balls of his feet as he ran his eyes up and down Xander for the last time before turning to Wesley. “Can I help you?” And wow, apparently his frosty voice was back; as Xan would say. Spike merely smirked before coming down from his bouncing and locking blue eyes with his.
“Well, wanted to play with Xander but you’ll do.” Spike said shrugging and Wesley froze up. Play? With Xander! Wesley began to growl eyes narrowing at Spike who appeared absolutely delighted at his loss of coherent speech. The blonde then went back to bouncing. “Nice growl! Anyway, Angelus said that we could take out his Pet’s for a walk if we wanted; just as long as you two don’t get ‘urt.” Wesley’s glare became harder at Spike’s terms he did not like being referred to as someone’s possession. Especially not as a pet. It had been a favored insult for demons that he and Angel had attacked though.
“And what exactly do you plan on doing with me? Since Xander is finally asleep and there is no way in hell I am allowing you to wake him.” Wesley glared at Spike who was still wearing that infuriating smirk. Spike looks at Wesley quirking an eyebrow.
“Figured; darts, or pool. Pretty good at ‘em, would be able to keep you close but give you some air.” Wesley looks at Xander but the temptation of getting out was too strong even for him. Staying in one room for so long was not something he had been born to do. Wesley nodded at him and the evil but seemingly friendly vampire led him out the door.
Spike laughed at one of Wesley’s horrible shots, the boy was pretty good at darts but stunk at pool especially with a few beers and a couple tequila shots under his belt. Wesley propped himself up on the edge of the pool table the room beginning to sway slightly. “Your turn Schpike.” He slurs and Spike smirks at the ex-watcher knowing that he had given the pet a good time. Good enough he might be coaxed out into more ‘male bonding’ might even let Xander out of his sight without much trouble. Clearing the table in three easy shots he escorts Wes out of the bad before he can manage to get himself hurt by merely toppling over. Plus Xander had been ‘all alone’ for so long! Snickering to himself he hopped into his car and drove back to the base of operations. On the way there he had kept Wes fairly distracted and now the watcher was too drunk to actually notice that scenery now.
When Wesley passed out halfway back to the townhouse they were all holed up in Spike smirked. Boy was gonna have a hell of a hangover, but he could hold his liquor better then Xanpet, and it hadn’t helped that Spike had drugged him just a little. Had permission for it to! Snickering the bleached blonde carried the sandy haired watcher to the room where he and Xander were incarcerated in. The boy would probably have been a little worried about Wesley’s sudden disappearance but would understand the man’s need for some time out of the room. It would also make it easier to get Xander out of the room. When he carried the ex-watcher into the room he came across Xander and Drusilla playing some a card game.
“Go Fish!” Xander exclaimed and Drusilla giggled as she drew a card from the dwindling pile between them. Spike smirked, the boy was beaming like a three year old with an ice-cream cone. Had he not noticed Watcher-boy gone or had he not cared? Then Xander finally spotted him and Wesley and his face, scent, and body language went from happy to angry and worried in three seconds flat. “What did you do to him?” Xander asked, standing and dropping his hand. Spike simply crossed the room and placed the other man down on the bed before turning to look at Xander. “Didn’t do nothing. Just let the watcher have some drinks.” Xander relaxed slightly but still looked worried. “He’ll be fine, can’t hurt one of me sire’s pets. The ex-watcher’ll have one hell of a hangover but nothing else.” Xander relaxed even more a relieved expression crossing his face before it was quickly followed by startled.
“Pets?! Since when are we Angelus’ pets?!?!?!” Spike snickered and the expression went back to angry. From behind him Drusilla tried to calm the angry mortal before he did something stupid.
“Kitten, you’ve always been Daddy’s pet. Just now Daddy finally saw the collar and decided that sunshine or not he was going to let you play with the butterflies.” Xander turned and stared at the crazy vampire.
“Hu?” Chuckling Spike threw an arm over Dru’s shoulders and began to lead her out of the room. “By-bye kitten! I will come back for another round of fishing!” Dru called out cheerily as she and Spike exited the room leaving both a very confused and a very drunk mortal behind.
Author: Kitti-Chan
Pairing: Xander/Angelus/Wesley, implied Wes/Xander,
Dru/Spike/Willow
Spoilers: Angel season one up to "Eternity", Buffy season four
(general)
Summary:
Feedback: First BtVS/Angel fic, would be welcome. I've got BIG plans
for it!
Email: Flamespout@h...
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/kat8cha
Distribution: Bigbadzeppo, Xanderslash, Vampyr_Slayerette_Passions,
DarkSlash, I Need a Parrot
Notes: Initiative never existed. Drug never wore off on Angel, or it was real bliss even if chemically induced or something along those lines. My Angelus might be a little ooc, but I think he’s perfect. Kinda based off the Angelus from the Ep. When Spike and Angel visit Rome.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone here! I make no cash! No suing!
Suing of the Kitti-chan is bad! Majorly not of the good! I would
love to own Xan, Angelus, and my poor Wes but sadly I don't (sigh).
~ I'd take better care of them then Joss did! Imagine making my Xan
into a goofy sidekick and giving Angelus back that pussy soul and
killing of my Wesley! I'm still mad about that one. ~
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A pattern begins to develop Angelus stopping into taunt them in the morning, alternating between Wesley and Xander on alternate days occasionally focusing on one for two or three days in a row. The pattern continues for two months before Angelus gets tired of the game and switches to another one. He leaves them alone.
Xander paces the floor back and forth, the same thing he had been doing for the past half-hour. “What is he playing at? I mean, this is different. Not saying I don’t enjoy it or anything but it bugs me. What do you think Angelus is planning?” Wesley watches him wearily from where he is reading. Glancing up from the page Wesley sighs and marks it before setting it down on the floor. Standing from his spot on the wall Wesley stretches before walking over to the youth and stilling him. “Xan, listen. Angelus is a master of mind games. He made a habit of coming in the mornings, yesterday you were a little nervous today you’re jumpier then a…a… something really jumpy.” Wesley said feeling at a loss for words from the chaotic look in his friend’s eyes. Shushing him Wes pulls Xander into the couch. “What’s really wrong? You seem really upset about this.”
Xander dropped his head onto Wes’ shoulder hiding his face in the crook of neck and shoulder. Wes ignores the intimacy of the gesture and brings his hand up to pet the boys hair. If Angelus had spotted it he would have smiled, that type of relationship would make his job so much earlier. “It’s the Others.” That’s how Xander always referred to the beings inside of his head as the ‘Others’ with a capital ‘O’. “They’re restless, the Hyena feels abandoned, and he is setting off the soldier, Evil Me is just smirking.” Xander stilled and hummed slightly enjoying the feel of Wesley’s hand in his hair. Calming inside and out. “Well the Hyena isn’t restless now.” Xander murmured snuggling closer to the younger man. Wesley looks surprised for a brief moment before giving a sweet little smile and continuing with the petting.
Spike smiled slightly leaning outside the door and watching the minions who are supposed to be ‘guarding it’ impersonally. Harris fascinated him, not only had his scents been bloody intoxicating living in his basement had caused Spike to see a whole other side of the boy. He was not a spoiled brat like the Slayer, or an ignored, gifted child of upper-middle class parents like Red. He came from a group of people who were Sunnydale’s ‘white trash’, his mother was a sop for drink, and his father beat him and probably never held a job for very long. How Xander had turned out into the sweet and handsome, but insecure, youth fighting the good fight for Sunnydale’s nearest and dearest was beyond Spike.
The boy was gonna be his target, who he was supposed to work on. Drusilla was going to take the Watcher talking to him of the ancient arts and different types of demons. Eventually Spike and Drusilla would begin to switch off, becoming friends with both of the Pet’s. If this plan worked Angelus would gain what he wanted and Spike would enjoy the entertaining boy’s company for a while. Hearing the watcher get up from the couch he hopes he will leave the room, go to the bathroom or something, but he merely picks something up and heads back to the couch where he and Xander settle down for what looks like will be a long period of time. “Portrait in Death.” He heard the watcher intone and Spike gave a slight growl before settling down for a long wait. He would get a chance at the boy soon enough he just had to wait.
Wesley read the book until Xander fell into a restless slumber. Setting him down carefully on the couch Wesley moved a little to the watch Xander, smoothing a curl out of his face the watcher did what he did best; watch. Xander had not been sleeping well lately, Wes was blaming Angelus more then the creatures in Xan’s head, and this was the best thing he could do for the boy. He had noticed that his accent and the way he spoke when reciting things made Xander’s eyes droop, obviously a reflex from when he had to endure long speeches from Giles (and for a few months from him) about demons or their carelessness after a hard night of slaying. He had not really considered it a good thing before but it seemed to be a nice trick to keep in case Xander’s insomnia continued.
Realizing that his bodily functions had been too long ignored Wesley went in to use the toilet and wash his hands. Staring at the wall where the mirror would have been in a regular bathroom. There was no tub either just a shower but a full bath did not exactly decorate all bathrooms. Shaking off those thoughts Wesley reached for the door and stepping out of it wondered if there was a possibility that there was something stake worthy in the room that he and Xander had missed in their sweeps.
Standing over Xander with the most bemused expression on his face was William the Bloody. The bleached blond’s hands were stuck into his tight black jeans and he bounced on the balls of his feet as he ran his eyes up and down Xander for the last time before turning to Wesley. “Can I help you?” And wow, apparently his frosty voice was back; as Xan would say. Spike merely smirked before coming down from his bouncing and locking blue eyes with his.
“Well, wanted to play with Xander but you’ll do.” Spike said shrugging and Wesley froze up. Play? With Xander! Wesley began to growl eyes narrowing at Spike who appeared absolutely delighted at his loss of coherent speech. The blonde then went back to bouncing. “Nice growl! Anyway, Angelus said that we could take out his Pet’s for a walk if we wanted; just as long as you two don’t get ‘urt.” Wesley’s glare became harder at Spike’s terms he did not like being referred to as someone’s possession. Especially not as a pet. It had been a favored insult for demons that he and Angel had attacked though.
“And what exactly do you plan on doing with me? Since Xander is finally asleep and there is no way in hell I am allowing you to wake him.” Wesley glared at Spike who was still wearing that infuriating smirk. Spike looks at Wesley quirking an eyebrow.
“Figured; darts, or pool. Pretty good at ‘em, would be able to keep you close but give you some air.” Wesley looks at Xander but the temptation of getting out was too strong even for him. Staying in one room for so long was not something he had been born to do. Wesley nodded at him and the evil but seemingly friendly vampire led him out the door.
Spike laughed at one of Wesley’s horrible shots, the boy was pretty good at darts but stunk at pool especially with a few beers and a couple tequila shots under his belt. Wesley propped himself up on the edge of the pool table the room beginning to sway slightly. “Your turn Schpike.” He slurs and Spike smirks at the ex-watcher knowing that he had given the pet a good time. Good enough he might be coaxed out into more ‘male bonding’ might even let Xander out of his sight without much trouble. Clearing the table in three easy shots he escorts Wes out of the bad before he can manage to get himself hurt by merely toppling over. Plus Xander had been ‘all alone’ for so long! Snickering to himself he hopped into his car and drove back to the base of operations. On the way there he had kept Wes fairly distracted and now the watcher was too drunk to actually notice that scenery now.
When Wesley passed out halfway back to the townhouse they were all holed up in Spike smirked. Boy was gonna have a hell of a hangover, but he could hold his liquor better then Xanpet, and it hadn’t helped that Spike had drugged him just a little. Had permission for it to! Snickering the bleached blonde carried the sandy haired watcher to the room where he and Xander were incarcerated in. The boy would probably have been a little worried about Wesley’s sudden disappearance but would understand the man’s need for some time out of the room. It would also make it easier to get Xander out of the room. When he carried the ex-watcher into the room he came across Xander and Drusilla playing some a card game.
“Go Fish!” Xander exclaimed and Drusilla giggled as she drew a card from the dwindling pile between them. Spike smirked, the boy was beaming like a three year old with an ice-cream cone. Had he not noticed Watcher-boy gone or had he not cared? Then Xander finally spotted him and Wesley and his face, scent, and body language went from happy to angry and worried in three seconds flat. “What did you do to him?” Xander asked, standing and dropping his hand. Spike simply crossed the room and placed the other man down on the bed before turning to look at Xander. “Didn’t do nothing. Just let the watcher have some drinks.” Xander relaxed slightly but still looked worried. “He’ll be fine, can’t hurt one of me sire’s pets. The ex-watcher’ll have one hell of a hangover but nothing else.” Xander relaxed even more a relieved expression crossing his face before it was quickly followed by startled.
“Pets?! Since when are we Angelus’ pets?!?!?!” Spike snickered and the expression went back to angry. From behind him Drusilla tried to calm the angry mortal before he did something stupid.
“Kitten, you’ve always been Daddy’s pet. Just now Daddy finally saw the collar and decided that sunshine or not he was going to let you play with the butterflies.” Xander turned and stared at the crazy vampire.
“Hu?” Chuckling Spike threw an arm over Dru’s shoulders and began to lead her out of the room. “By-bye kitten! I will come back for another round of fishing!” Dru called out cheerily as she and Spike exited the room leaving both a very confused and a very drunk mortal behind.