Title: The Clock Struck One…
Genre: Canon Divergence
Relationship(s): Xander/Angel; Willow/Spike
Content Rating: R
Warnings: Kidnapping, death of a minor character, illusions to past child abuse; gratuitous use of riddles
Author’s Notes: Takes place after Season 4, but makes no mention of any events from Season 5
Word Count: 19700
Summary: When Willow and Drusilla are kidnapped, Angel, Spike and Xander are forced into playing a game to retrieve them.
Willow groaned as she slammed the book closed. She hadn’t found what she was looking for, which honestly wasn’t a surprise. She had been searching in the same books for three days and had found nothing to help Giles in his research. Not that Giles had even acknowledged her effort. No, the former watcher had just handed her a stack of papers and an even larger stack of books and pointed her in the direction of the library.
Had he apologized for her wasted weekend? Had he even said thank you for her time? Of course not. Instead, he just asked if she had found anything. If it was a dire, Hellmouthy kind of emergency, Willow would have excused his behavior, but it wasn’t. It wasn’t Hellmouthy or an emergency. It was his own personal research as if Willow didn’t have a life. Well, in all truth, she didn’t have a life these days. But that was no reason for everyone who needed anything to assume she was the one to get it for them.
Standing up, the redhead tossed one of the books across the table. She scowled at the scattered papers, littered with little notes she had doodled looking for information no one was even appreciative she had found. Grabbing her bag, Willow left the books on the table and walked away. She made it halfway to the door before her conscience got the better of her. She turned back and started picking up the books.
Fifteen minutes later, all the books were shelved and the chairs pushed in. Frowning for her incessant neatness, Willow grabbed the stack of papers and made her way out of the empty library. When she stepped outside into the cool air, she realized how late it had gotten. It was way past dusk. It was, in fact, a lot later than she had thought. She was supposed to meet Xander nearly an hour ago. He would probably be worried.
Willow smiled softly as she thought about her oldest friend. She had grown apart from both Buffy and Xander in the past year, but after the big fight with Adam, the trio had decided to make an effort to stay in better touch. However, a week after Adam’s destruction, it became apparent that Willow and Xander were the only ones following through on that effort.
Buffy had emersed herself in Riley, and all the things she could be doing now that school was out. Willow didn’t blame her, and if she were truly honest with herself she would admit it was Xander’s friendship she had missed the most. And she had that back, so she was happy… most of the time.
Willow walked along the deserted Sunnydale streets, lost in her own thoughts as she made her way towards Xander’s new apartment. He had finally left his parents’ house and gotten a place of his own. Although he seemed to acquire a new roommate along the way. Or maybe it was an old roommate.
When Xander moved into his own apartment, Spike had invited himself over, growing tired of living in the dank crypt, and had never left. Xander didn’t mind. He had formed a strange sort of friendship with the blonde vampire. One that no one outside of Willow herself understood.
The others, Buffy especially, thought Xander was insane for allowing Spike to live with him. Either that or he enjoyed being verbally abused. They couldn’t understand how he could tolerate Spike and yet hate Angel. But then the other’s had never taken the time to get to know Xander, not really. They had always assumed that what they saw was all there was. Even Anya hadn’t even scratched the surface of Xander’s personality.
Which, Willow assumed, was a good thing. Xander was a special person, and one didn’t get to truly know him without understanding at least some of what made him… Xander. Anya didn’t and judging from the ease with which she had packed up and left Sunnydale, she wasn’t ready to.
Anya had been gone for over two months, and Willow was pleased Xander didn’t seem overly affected by her departure. Willow believed he had been prepared for it, and already moved on from her. Not that he had moved on to anyone in particular.
As far as she knew, Xander hadn’t seen anyone outside of her or Spike in over a month. He had gotten a graveyard job at a local store, stocking shelves while the store was closed. He seemed to like it. He made a decent wage working nights and didn’t have to deal with customers. He slept the days away in his darkened apartment and spent the early part of the evening with Willow and Spike before he had to go to work.
Willow picked up her pace when she realized if she didn’t hurry, she’d miss Xander’s famous pizza night. It was Monday, and he always made his version of Pizza on Monday. He had even gotten Spike to eat some, with the obligatory smattering of toppings sprinkled in his blood, of course.
Willow stopped abruptly when she heard a crunching noise behind her. She knew that she had been careless staying so late at the library, but time had gotten away from her. She grabbed her stake tightly as she searched her bag for a vial of holy water. When she couldn’t feel it, Willow chanced a look inside. That was her mistake. Just as she unzipped the bag to take a peek inside she felt something wet and scaly against the skin on the back of her neck. She knew it wasn’t human. But nor was it vampire, so her trusty stake probably wouldn’t help her.
Clutching her bag to her chest, Willow began to run. She didn’t get more than a foot away when she was pushed to the ground with enough force to smack her forehead against the pavement.
“Oh yes, you’ll do nicely.” The raspy voice was the last thing she heard before she felt the prick of a needle entering the side of her throat. And then, darkness.
“Where is she?” Spike snarled as he continued to pace along the living room floor.
Xander poked his head out of the kitchen, an oven mitt in hand. “I’m sure she’ll be here…. any minute.” He hoped he sounded surer than he felt. Willow was rarely late, and never this late, or without calling. She was supposed to be there almost three hours ago.
“Did you check her house?” He asked again.
Spike glared at the mortal. “Yes.” He hissed as he grabbed his duster and headed towards the door. “I’m going to check the library again!”
Xander nodded his head even though he knew the vampire had already left.
Just as he was turning his attention back to the concoction in the oven, the phone rang, startling him.
“Hello?” He asked into the line.
“We have the witch and the loon.” A raspy voice spoke through the phone. “17 Groveny Drive. Ten A.M. tomorrow. Come alone, or they die.”
Xander froze. He was about to protest but thought better of it. If this person did have Willow, as he suspected, he couldn’t risk angering him.
“Tell the vampires, if they want to see the loon again… they’d better be willing to play.”
The line went dead before Xander could ask what he meant.
Angel was roused from his light slumber by the telephone ringing.
“Hello?” He asked, only slightly groggily.
“Sunnydale. Go there now.” A raspy voice spoke. “The boy will have your instructions. Will you play?”
“What?” Angel sat up, his mind trying to understand what he’d been told.
“Be warned. You and the other must both play to ensure her safety.” He paused momentarily. “She told us the stars told her you would.”
Angel heard the click of the line being severed before he could fully understand what he had been told. He jumped out of bed and threw on some clothes. He didn’t know what was going on, but he needed to get to Sunnydale. The sooner the better.
Spike stormed into the apartment, a stack of loose papers in one hand while he angrily puffed on a cigarette with the other.
“Did you find her?” Xander asked, already knowing the answer.
“No. But I found this.” Spike thrust the stack of papers into Xander’s waiting hands.
Xander looked at the pages, a deep sense of dread washing over him. They were sheets of research. The research Willow had been doing for Giles. He could see Willow’s neat little writing scrawled all over the pages, in every which way.
“She’s gone.” Spike sounded defeated.
“I know,” Xander whispered. He turned to look at the blonde vampire. “I got a telephone call after you left.”
“From who?” Spike demanded. “If someone has her… if they hurt her…” His demon came to the fore as his mind ran away with all the things, which could have happened.
Strangely, Xander was neither repulsed nor fearful of Spike. He placed a hand on the vampire’s shoulder, which received a fierce growl. Xander didn’t budge. “We’ll find her.”
He stepped away from the vampire and placed the papers on the counter and picked up the note he had written after the phone call. “I’m supposed to go to this address tomorrow.”
Spike snatched the paper away when he reached where Xander was standing. “17 Groveny Drive?” He looked up at Xander. “Isn’t that off of the warehouse district?”
Xander nodded. “Yep.”
“Who’s they?” Spike asked noticing a scribbled word Xander had circled several times with question marks around it.
Xander shrugged. “Don’t know… hence the question marks.” At Spike’s glare, he elaborated. “The voice said they would die. They, not she. So I assume Will isn’t the only one they have.”
Spike waved his hand in indifference. “Well, Red’s the only one I care about.”
Xander nodded his agreement. It wasn’t that he wanted someone else to die, but that Willow was the only person he was willing to risk his life for, without knowing more anyway.
“I’m going with you.”
Xander looked at his friend incredulously. “You can’t.”
“Like hell, I can’t.” Spike snapped.
Xander groaned. “It says to come alone. Besides, it’ll be daytime.” When Spike seemed unperturbed, Xander continued. “You’ll do her a lot of good, charging in like her Uncle Paul who was cremated last year.”
Spike scowled but didn’t say anything. He knew he was right. He hated it when Xander was right.
Angel arrived in Sunnydale a mere ninety-seven minutes after receiving the strange phone call. He had broken several speed limit laws and caused nearly three accidents to get there so quickly, but he didn’t care. He still had no clue exactly why he was supposed to come to Sunnydale, or how he was supposed to find out what was going on.
The only thing he had figured out was that the raspy-voiced person who had phoned him had Drusilla. That was whom he had been referring to. It had to be. There was no other explanation. However, knowing that didn’t help him any.
He still didn’t know who the other was, or who the boy with the instructions would turn out to be. He didn’t know what it was he was being asked to play, or what would happen if he didn’t.
So, having virtually no information, he drove to the only person who ever seemed to have answers where the Hellmouth was concerned. As he pulled into the parking lot outside of Rupert Giles condo, he hoped he could find the answers he was looking for. The voice had told him to come here immediately, and he didn’t want to test the patience of whoever had his insane childe.
Despite all the things, many of which were bad and his fault, that had happened between himself and his two favorite childer since he had regained his soul the first time, he had no desire to see them hurt. Either of them.
Angel knocked on the door, calmly at first, but when he didn’t receive an immediate answer, he knocked a little more fiercely. It was close to another five minutes of continued knocking before the door was opened. To reveal a slightly disheveled, and partially groggy Giles.
It was apparent from the former watcher’s appearance that there had been no dire emergency, which was what Angel, had begun to think had happened when the door wasn’t opened right away. It wasn’t that late, at least not by Scooby gang standards.
However, once the vampire realized there wasn’t an emergency, he began to be irritated by Giles lack of composure and apparent lack of knowledge to what had brought him here.
“Angel?” Giles asked as he adjusted his glasses, which weren’t completely on his nose. “What are you doing here?”
“Where’s Spike?” He asked tersely. He wasn’t exactly sure why he was so irritated. Maybe it was just the realization that Giles didn’t have the information he needed. Or maybe after his frantic drive, he had just taken Giles question the wrong way. In any case, he was here now, and he wanted answers, and if Giles didn’t have them, perhaps Spike would. It was Drusilla who was in danger. Perhaps he had received a similar phone call.
“Spike?” Giles looked at him as though he hadn’t the slightest idea who Angel was talking about, furthering Angel’s irritation.
“Yes, Spike. Where is he?” Angel asked through clenched teeth.
Giles shook his head slightly. “Forgive me. I was… napping. Yes, Spike. He’s not here.”
Angel resisted the urge to growl. He knew he wasn’t there. He hadn’t felt him. What he wanted to know was where he was. “Do you know where he is?” Angel asked as calmly as he could muster.
Giles didn’t notice the vampires mounting anger and turned his head slightly as if he was trying to remember something. “Oh, yes. He’s with Xander. They live together.”
Angel stared at the former watcher in what he assumed must be disbelief. Had he heard right? Spike and Xander Harris? Lived together? That didn’t sound right. But he didn’t have time to figure out if he had heard wrong. “Where?” He asked, deciding that if he didn’t find Spike, maybe Xander would have some clue as to what was going on, although he doubted it. If Giles didn’t know, why would Xander?
Giles turned around and walked to his desk. After writing down what the vampire assumed was an address, Giles returned to the doorway and handed the piece of paper over. “Here you go. Good luck.”
Angel nodded and turned and left, trying to remember where the street was that Giles had written down. It was only after driving halfway there that he realized he had been in Sunnydale for close to thirty minutes and he hadn’t once even thought about Buffy.
Spike walked another circle around the living room.
“Will you stop?” Xander stepped in the way as Spike made another pass.
“Move,” Spike growled as he reached the mortal.
“Stop pacing around and I will,” Xander told him evenly.
They glared at each other for several long seconds before Spike stepped aside and took another look at the clock. “I hate this!” He hissed. “Bloody waiting. Was never any good at that.”
Before Xander could respond, there was a knock at the door. He looked up questioningly. It was after midnight. He called off work after the earlier phone call, not wanting to leave Spike alone in his agitated state.
Spike growled loudly as he sensed the presence of his Sire. “Bloody Pouf!” He snarled as he went to open the door.
“Deadboy?” Xander asked, not so much doubting Spike as he was surprised Angel would be at the door.
Spike opened the door, his demonic visage clearly showing his irritation at Angel’s presence. “Peaches.” He snarled. “What do you want?”
Angel looked at Spike and then past him to Xander. It was obvious that Spike was mad he was there, which was understandable considering their history. It was also obvious that Xander was confused. Possibly by his appearance, possibly by something else.
“Can I come in?” He asked, looking directly at Xander.
“No.” Spike snapped.
“Spike!” Xander hissed at the blonde vampire before turning back to Angel. “Come on in.” He turned around and flopped onto the couch wearily. “Make yourself at home.”
“Me Casa Es Su Casa and all that rot,” Spike said snidely as Angel walked past him into the living room.
Angel looked around the living room. It was apparent from the décor that Giles had been right. Xander and Spike did live together. He found the idea oddly… disturbing, and he wasn’t entirely sure why.
“When Giles told me you were living together, I thought I had misheard him.” He told them honestly as he continued to look over the room.
“Well, you didn’t, and we are.” Spike watched his Sire warily, wondering what had brought him back to the Hellmouth.
“When did this happen?” He asked, honestly desiring an answer.
“What?” Xander asked, feeling like he had walked in on someone else’s conversation.
“This…” Angel motioned slightly between the mortal and the younger vampire.
Before Xander could grow any more confused, Spike started laughing. Xander wasn’t sure what could be that funny. Xander supposed the tenseness of Willow’s disappearance was getting to him.
Spike laughed even harder when he saw Xander’s odd expression. “Don’t you get it? The pouf here things you and I are…” He laughed again. “He thinks were shagging.”
Xander’s eyes widened as his mind wrapped around Spike’s hysterical ramblings. “No. You don’t really think… We’re not…” He couldn’t even complete a sentence before he too was laughing at the very idea.
Angel just stared at them in confusion. Clearly, he had missed something. “You’re not?” He asked carefully.
Xander stopped laughing and grinned up at Angel. “We live together, yes, but not like that.” He looked back at Spike, who had calmed down and was now sitting on the floor leaning up against the door. “He doesn’t swing that way…” When he saw Angel’s disbelieving look, Xander grinned again. “… anymore.” He amended.
“And you do?” Angel asked, suddenly seeing the humor in the situation.
Xander looked up sharply, his face losing its humor for a second, and then he broke out into another smile. “Maybe… but you’ll never know.” He turned around and walked into the kitchen, leaving the two vampires alone.
Xander walked back out into the living room, a mug in each hand. Angel and Spike were just staring at each other oddly, neither having spoken since Xander had left. Angel was trying to think his way through everything that had happened since he arrived in Sunnydale, less than an hour earlier.
Spike’s momentary amusement at Angel’s misunderstanding had left him and he no longer cared what Angel had thought. Now, he just wanted to find out who had Willow and why.
Xander handed one of the mugs to Spike, who was still sitting on the floor. After the blonde took it, Xander turned around to face Angel, who had taken a seat on the couch. “Hungry?” He offered the second mug.
Angel looked up at him in confusion, not expecting Xander to offer him blood.
Xander smiled sheepishly. “It’s pig.” He reassured the older man.
“Nasty stuff, that,” Spike muttered as he downed his mug.
Xander turned to face his roommate and laughed before facing Angel once again. “Ignore him. He always bitches about the lack of a human sacrifice at dinnertime.”
Angel stared at Xander in shock before taking his own mug. He wasn’t prepared to see Xander acting so casually about a vampire feeding.
Xander turned away from Angel, realizing the older vampire was probably self-conscious about his eating habits. He flopped down in the chair next to the couch and kept his eyes trained on Spike, who had finished eating and was now standing.
“So, Peaches… what brings you here?” Spike asked casually as he took his mug into the kitchen, stopping momentarily in front of the couch to relieve Angel of his own empty mug.
“I’m not sure,” Angel said seriously as he remembered why he had come. “I received a phone call.”
Xander’s head shot up. “You too? What did they tell you?”
“Nothing except that I had to come here and that a mortal would give me instructions.” He looked at Xander. “You’re the mortal.” It wasn’t a question.
Xander nodded. “Looks that way. My message told me that the vampires had to play, or she would die.” He looked from Spike to Angel and back. “Looks like we have a matched set.”
Spike snorted. “Still doesn’t explain the they.”
“Or the loon,” Xander whispered as he replayed everything the caller had said.
“The only loon I know is…” Spike looked up.
“Drusilla.” Xander looked across at Spike, fearing he had come to the correct conclusion.
“Dru.” Spike nodded.
Angel looked at the two, something not adding up in his head. “Yes, Dru. That is who they took, isn’t it?”
“Apparently not the only person.” Xander stood up.
“Red,” Spike answered his Sire’s unspoken question.
“Willow?” Angel asked, a dread filling him.
“Yeah, Deadboy, Willow.” Xander sighed. He grabbed the small slip of paper suddenly. “I’ll go to this meeting tomorrow. Then we can decide what to do.”
“What meeting?” Angel looked up at Xander questioningly. Clearly, they hadn’t received the same phone calls.
“The whelp is supposed to meet the bastards that took them tomorrow over on Groveny.”
Angel nodded. “We’ll come with you.” He said determinedly.
Xander groaned. “Again… sunlight is an issue.” He handed the paper with the address and time to Angel. “They said to come alone. That’s what we’ll do.”
“And if it’s a trap?” Angel asked, not liking the idea of Xander walking into a trap without anyone there to back him up.
Xander shrugged. “Then I guess you’ll never find out which way I swing…” He headed down the hall to his bedroom. He was halfway there before he called over his shoulder. “You boys’ll have to share…” His voice held a hint of amusement.
Spike groaned. “I am not sharing a bed with you. You can sleep on the floor.” Spike told him as he stood up and started pulling the cushions off of the couch, which folded out into a bed.
Angel stared off down the hall Xander had disappeared. “Is he always so…” he was at a loss for words. “He doesn’t seem like the same Xander I knew.”
Spike laughed. “You never knew Xander, mate. You knew the person he pretended to be, the moron, the idiot, the donut guy.” He pointed down the hall, “That is Xander… not the moron, the idiot, or the donut guy.” He smiled slightly. “You’d like him. He has your morbid sense of humor.”
Spike stripped off his jeans and slid into the hide-a-bed’s sheets before looking at Angel again. “But then, you already do.”
Angel watched as Spike drifted off to sleep. He wasn’t sure what the younger vampire was implying, and he was too tired to analyze it. He took off his jacket and lay it across one of the chairs. Taking one of the couch’s cushions, Angel leaned back along the floor and closed his eyes. He would need some sleep for whatever they had to deal with.
He realized more was at stake than just the life of his insane childe. Now Willow was in trouble too. Why they had been taken and what it was they were to play was still unknown, but the souled vampire had a feeling it wouldn’t be good.
Willow woke up to darkness. It wasn’t too different from where she had been in her dream filled sleep. She could barely make out the surrounding shadows. She saw some movement off to her left.
“Hello?” She whispered in the dark, her voice hoarse. She didn’t know how long she had been out, but her head felt like lead, and her vision was distorted somehow. She couldn’t see anything in front of her, but occasionally; it seemed as though she saw different colors dancing in front of her. It had to be a side effect from whatever they had injected her with.
She looked through the darkness once more. She thought she saw movement. This time though, she saw an odd purplish color moving towards her. “Hello? Who’s there?”
“Don’t be afraid, little tree.” A slightly lilting voice accompanied the purplish movement.
“Drusilla?” Willow asked carefully, not sure if she had recognized the voice correctly.
“Yes.” She felt a cool hand clasping her wrist gently as she was pulled into a sitting position. “How do you feel, little tree?”
Willow blinked and tried to focus. Still, all she saw was blackness except for a blob of purple right where she supposed Drusilla was sitting. She waved her hand in front of her face. The blob didn’t go away, so she stuck her hand in the middle of it, and came into contact with something hard, and cool.
“Sorry.” She mumbled when she realized she had hit Drusilla.
The vampire giggled. “That’s alright. They’ve changed your sight.” She rubbed Willow’s back slightly. “But don’t worry. Everything will be all right. The stars… they’re whispering wonderful things.”
The blob seemed to move as Willow felt Drusilla shift next to her.
“Rest now. They’ll be coming to take me soon.” She lay Willow back down along the bed she was leaning against. “Then they’ll give you what you need, and you’ll be strong again.”
Drusilla petted Willow’s hair soothingly as the girl drifted back to sleep. She didn’t want to sleep. She wanted to find out what had happened to her, who had kidnapped her, and why. She wanted to know how long she had been there, and how long the vampire had been with her. Was it just hours, or had it been days or even weeks? She wanted answers, but she was so very tired, and she felt safe with Drusilla there.
Her last thought before she succumbed to slumber was what would happen if they took Drusilla away the way the vampire seemed to think they would?
Xander approached the building cautiously. Strangely enough, he was glad the meeting had been set for the daytime. He wanted to find out what was going on without Spike losing his temper or Angel trying to take control of the situation.
Finding out Drusilla was missing had been a twist he hadn’t anticipated. It explained Angel’s involvement, and the kidnappers desire for the vampires involvement. However, it didn’t explain what they wanted with Willow and the insane vampiress. Nor did it answer any of Xander’s questions about how Drusilla’s involvement would affect Spike. He didn’t seem affected one way or another, but Xander knew Spike well enough to know that that wasn’t accurate. The vampire had gotten rather good at shielding his feelings, especially where Dru was concerned.
Xander shook his head from his thoughts as he entered the building. It seemed silent. Too silent. He walked around for a moment, hoping to find some sort of clue why he was there, but the building was completely empty.
“You came.” The raspy voice from the phone spoke.
Xander spun around to face the speaker. He gulped as he eyed the demon nervously. He was large… About three times his size, with scales covering his entire body. His eyes were an odd shade of green, and the scales on his body seemed to glow eerily in the darkened warehouse. He nodded, acknowledging the demon’s words.
The demon smiled. “Good. You follow directions. Your friend may live yet.” He laughed. A harsh sound that didn’t sound altogether cruel, but not friendly either. He turned around and picked up a box that he must have set on the floor.
Handing it to Xander, the demon spoke again. “My name is Marvius. I will be your contact throughout the game. All three of you must comply with all the rules. Is the sire here?”
Xander looked up from the sealed box at the question. “Yes.” He answered, realizing he was referring to Angel. He looked back down to the box, wondering what was inside.
“Excellent. You have until midnight tomorrow to start the game. Once it begins, no contact with the outside will be permitted. You three alone will play. You must all reach the finish line to save them.” He paused, “However I cannot vouch for their safety. Their lives are transitory. It matters not to us whether they live or not.”
Xander looked up sharply at the demon’s words, but the demon had vanished. He looked around the room quickly but found himself alone.
“Thirty-eight Hours, and counting.” The raspy voice was heard, but the demon himself was gone.
Xander gripped the box tightly and ran out of the building, back to his apartment. He hoped there was some clue as to what they were supposed to do inside. Otherwise, Xander didn’t know how they would save Willow or Drusilla.
Xander had to admit he had no desire to see Drusilla die either. Living with Spike, he had heard many stories of their time together since Angelus had left them. He could understand how Spike had cared for her. She had seemed to need looking after, and as crazy as she was, Xander believed she did care for the vampire, in her own way. Although he wasn’t entirely sure why she had left him that last time. The way Spike spoke about it made the mortal believe there was more to it than her just being fickle.
Xander slowed his pace slightly as he approached his apartment. He didn’t want to seem too frantic. He hoped that whatever this game was they could finish it, and soon. He didn’t want to take a chance that anyone would die.
Willow awoke to darkness, again. Everything was black. This time there wasn’t even the reassuring purple blob. She assumed that meant Drusilla had been taken away as she had believed. Willow wondered where they had taken her, and why.
She felt a strange sort of kinship with the vampire. Maybe it was because they had both been kidnapped, or maybe it was the knowledge that they both cared for Spike. Whatever it was, Willow hoped nothing bad had happened to her.
She tried to sit up and found herself lost in the blackness. She seemed to be on a bed. It was actually comfortable. The mattress was soft, and the comforter thick. Willow set her feet on the ground and tried to stand. She was happy that she didn’t seem as dizzy as before. But due to the darkness, she couldn’t walk around without bumping into anything.
Hearing a noise to her left, Willow froze. She thought she heard a door open, but couldn’t see anything. Then, a strange orangish shape started to come towards her. It was vaguely the size of a person, but it was hard to tell.
“Hello? Is someone there?” She asked.
“Come.” A raspy voice demanded as it grabbed her arm and dragged her away. She saw the strange orange color in the arm that had wrapped around her.
She followed the shape down what she assumed was a hallway. Eventually, they came to a door. At least she thought it was a door when she heard the sound of a key in a lock, then a door opening. She was pushed through, the door slamming shut behind her. She looked around the darkness. Her eyes found a spot of color in one corner. It was vaguely purple but had shots of red throughout it.
“Drusilla?” She asked softly, not sure if it was the vampiress or something else entirely.
“Yes, Little Tree.” The blob moved. “Come, sit.” She patted a spot next to her.
“You’re red…sort of,” Willow said as she walked closer.
Drusilla laughed softly. “I’ve just been fed.”
Willow nodded, not completely understanding why that would change the way she sees her, but afraid to give it too much thought. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”
Drusilla laughed again. “Lorelei said you’d worry more for me than yourself.”
“Lorelei?” Willow asked, not recognizing the name.
“She’s one of my dolls. Spike bought her after we left that dreadful place you call home. I lost Miss Edith.”
Willow nodded again. “What else did she tell you?” Willow didn’t find it odd in the least that the vampire talked to her dolls. She had heard all kinds of stories about her since she had become friends with Spike.
Drusilla smiled at the girl as she petted her hair softly. “She said you would take care of my Spikey. He loves you, you know.”
Willow shook her head as a blush crept up her cheeks. “No, we’re… friends.”
“Lorelei doesn’t lie,” Drusilla told her honestly.
“Did she tell you why we’re here?” Willow asked, not wanting to talk about Spike.
“She doesn’t know… exactly.” Drusilla seemed sad she didn’t know more.
Before Willow could tell her it was all right, the door was thrust open, and three orange blobs came in. Two of them grabbed Willow forcefully, eliciting a snarl from the vampire.
Willow was strapped down on some sort of flat surface, probably a bed. She heard Drusilla growling at one of the orange blobs and tried to reassure her. “I’m all right.”
She felt a sharp sting as a needle enter her arm, and her mind started to go hazy. Just as she drifted off to sleep, she saw the orange blobs moving Drusilla closer to her. She wasn’t resisting though, a fact Willow found odd, but was too sleepy all of a sudden to question.
After both Drusilla and Willow were asleep one of the demons watched them carefully as a fluid was extracted from the vampire and injected into the mortal girl. He turned his head when he heard the door open.
“Well?” Marvius questioned as the door shut behind him.
“The experiment is working. The girl’s vision has changed. We won’t know the extent until after the next test.” He paused then looked at his companion. “And the meeting? How did that go?”
Marvius nodded as he took a deep breath. “Well. The mortal will play, as will the vampires. The crazy vampire was an excellent choice for the experiment. She will add to the change in the girl.” He looked over the two sleeping test subjects. “How much time until they must make the choice?”
The other demon shrugged. “If the transfers continue at the current rate… three weeks.”
Marvius looked at the demon. “Speed them up. The choice must be made sooner.” He turned toward the door. “The game will start tonight.”
The demon turned towards Marvius. “Tonight? I thought you were giving them until tomorrow.”
“Yes, but they will not wait. These…creatures.” He waved to the unconscious women, “They mean too much.”
“Very well. I will begin phase two tomorrow.”
“The Elders will be pleased,” Marvius told him as he left the room.
When Xander returned to his apartment, both vampires were pacing around like caged animals.
“Well?” Spike demanded once the door was shut behind the mortal.
Xander handed over the box to Angel, knowing Spike was too agitated to do more than scream and yell.
“We have until tomorrow at midnight to start the game,” Xander said the last word with distaste.
“What’s in the box?” Angel asked examining it carefully. Xander shrugged. “Well, let’s see.” Angel looked it over carefully, unsure if there would be some sort of catch to opening it.
When it appeared there wasn’t, he slowly opened the lid. Inside there was a sketch of Willow being cradled in Drusilla’s arms. It seemed like a comforting gesture more than a threatening one. The image was odd, but Angel didn’t doubt it was accurate.
“Well?” Spike snapped.
Angel handed the piece of paper over and looked inside the box once more. There was another sheet of paper. This one was folded up into a triangular shape. He looked questioningly to Xander.
“Open it.” Xander urged quietly as he stepped over to stand next to Angel. “What’s it say?”
Angel unfolded the paper and skimmed over the words once silently.
“Well?” Spike demanded.
Angel looked down at his Childe who was glaring at him from the couch. Turning back to the small piece of paper he began to read.
“Listen players, and take heed, these are the rules you’ll need to survive the game.
1.) Once the game has begun, you will have no contact with anyone who isn’t part of the game
2.) All three of you must make it to the finish line in order to save the lives of your friends.
3.) Read the first clue. It will lead you to the next, and then the next until you reach the finish. You are on a time limit. If you do not make it to the next clue in time, your lives are forfeit.
4.) You have until Midnight to begin the game.
Angel looked up from the paper and handed the paper to Spike to read. “The rules seem pretty straight-forward.”
“Except the other part.” Xander nodded.
“What other part?”
Xander grinned slightly, despite the seriousness of the situation. “The part that says we’ll all die…” he paused, “or undie, or whatever.” He shook his head, remembering what the demon had told him. “The demon I met with, Marvius, he told me that he can’t guarantee that they’ll be alive when we find them.” He turned his eyes away from Spike and looked at Angel, “His exact words were somewhere along the lines of their lives are of no consequence. We don’t have time to waste.”
Angel nodded and turned to Spike. “So, what’s the first clue?”
Spike read over the paper carefully before reading their first clue.
The Tree that weeps is why you’ve come
This is where your journey has begun
What lives, and yet does not?
What becomes what you’ve fought?
What dies, only to be reborn
In thistle, and thorn?
Spike handed the paper to Xander. “Makes no sense to me. I say we forget about bleeding rhymes and actually search for them.” He glared angrily from one man to another.
“We can’t to that.” Angel began, “They could be watching us.”
“Angel’s right.” Xander blinked. “Did I just say that?”
Angel smiled slightly.
“Besides,” Xander continued after the momentary shock, “We don’t know where they are. They may not even be in Sunnyhell. They could be anywhere.”
“Fine.” Spike hissed.
Xander re-read the clue a couple of times. “Well, the beginning obviously refers to Willow… the tree that weeps…and that is why we’re here.”
Angel took the note out of Xander’s hand and began rereading the rest of the clue. “Vampires.” He spoke the world quietly as if he was afraid to give voice to what he thought.
Xander got this excited look on his face as he began pointing towards Spike. “That new Cemetery… the one past the Grove.”
Spike looked up. “The one with the big stone archway covered in…”
“Thistle and thorn,” Xander spoke more to himself than the others. “That’s got to be it.”
“We’ll leave when the sun sets,” Angel told them as he sat down on the couch. He hoped the next clue was as easy to figure out as this last one.
Spike stood up. “Who do you think you are, comin’ in ‘ere giving orders?” He glared angrily at his Sire. He knew it wasn’t Angel’s fault, but at the moment he didn’t care.
“Spike…” Xander started, recognizing Spike’s mood.
“No, Xan, What the fuck is the Pouf doing here? Why does he care? He hasn’t been ‘ere in… months… Slutty ‘asn’t been in enough trouble I guess.” He started pacing around the room. “And Dru? Shite, you walked out on us over a hundred years ago, and never gave a second thought to her…”
“Spike!” Angel snarled, knowing everything he said was true, but for some reason not wanting Xander to hear all his faults.
“You shouldn’t be here. Go home!” Spike snapped.
Angel stood up, his anger getting the better of him. “Maybe I will.” He started walking towards the front door.
“Stop!” Xander’s shout stopped both vampires in their tracks. He looked from one vampire to the next, finally settling on Spike. “Chill out. We need him. If he doesn’t help us, they’ll die.”
Spike refused to meet Xander’s eyes, but nodded his head and made his way into the kitchen, not wanting to deal with Angel any more than necessary at this point. They still had so many issues that hadn’t been resolved.
Xander turned his attention to Angel once Spike had disappeared. “And you…if you walk out that door because Spike reminded you of things you’ve done… things you can’t change… then you might as well add four more people to the list of those you’ve wronged.” He took a step closer to the stunned vampire. “Because I have no doubt that they’ll die if we break any of the rules. And if Willow dies…” He turned towards the kitchen, “What you saw just now…only the beginning.” He paused, dropping his voice a notch. “I know you and Spike have…issues, and you probably know him better than I do, but trust me when I say that he will become unhinged if she dies.”
Angel took a deep unneeded breath as he walked back into the center of the room. “He loves her?” When Xander nodded, Angel continued. “What about Dru?”
Xander shrugged. “I don’t know. You’ll have to ask him.” He walked over to the table and picked up the sketch from where Angel had set it. “They’re still alive…for now. I’d like to keep them that way.”
Angel nodded. He sunk back into the couch and ran a hand through his hair. His life just got a lot more complicated. He turned to look at the mortal for a minute before speaking.
“And what about you? I never expected to find you and Spike…living together.”
Xander laughed as he flopped into the chair opposite Angel. He shrugged. “He’s not so bad… once you get used to him. He loves Willow. I love Willow. Common ground I guess.”
“And what about Buffy? How does she feel about this living arrangement?” Angel asked.
Xander stiffened at the mention of the Slayer. “She doesn’t like it.” He stood up and looked away from Angel. “But she has no say in what I do.” He walked away from the living room and down the hall before Angel had a chance to ask what he meant by that.
Angel watched him leave and wondered what it was he had said, and why it was that the idea of Xander being mad at him left him feeling slightly ill.
Willow opened her eyes to darkness. The shapes were gone. In fact, everything was gone. She brought her hand to her forehead and noticed there was a bandage wrapped around her head.
“Shh, Little Tree, it’s alright.” Drusilla’s calming voice spoke from somewhere on her right.
“What happened?” Willow asked, trying to feel her way around the room to where she believed Drusilla to be.
“They moved us,” Drusilla told her. “The lights in here are too bright, so they had to cover your eyes.”
Willow followed the voice over to what she thought was a bed. Drusilla was lying across it, her head resting on what she thought was a pillow.
“You’re weak,” Willow told her as she felt how frail the vampire seemed.
Drusilla giggled softly, “The stars are whispering wonderful things” She leaned forward slightly. “Soon, the tests will begin and you’ll be strong again.”
Willow lay down next to her new friend, afraid to ask about what else the stars may have told her. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. She felt strange. Not sick exactly, but not normal either. The darkness surrounding her eyes was only part of it. She didn’t know what was happening to her but could feel something coursing through her, energizing her. She could almost sense the vampire before she felt her.
It was creepy in one way, but reassuring in another. She was feeling stronger than she ever had before. Like she was in control, even though, obviously, she wasn’t.
Angel was sitting on the couch in bewilderment when Spike returned to the living room, dinner in hand.
“Where’s Xan?” He asked handing a mug to his Sire. After realizing Xander was right, he had calmed down somewhat.
Angel nodded behind him towards the hall as he took the mug and began to drink.
Spike looked at the odd expression on Angel’s face and then back down the hall. “What did you say to him?”
Angel looked up sharply. “Nothing.”
Spike raised his scarred eyebrow. He listened carefully and could hear the stereo in the mortal’s room blasting some loud band. “He’s listening to that. You had to have said something. He only listens to that crap when he’s mad.”
Angel looked down at his hands and the empty mug in his hand. “I just asked him what Buffy thought about your living arrangement.”
Spike groaned. “Piece of advice Peaches?” Spike offered. “Never bring up Slutty. Never.”
Angel looked up. “Trouble?”
Spike took the empty mug away and walked back into the kitchen. It wasn’t so much that he was in the habit of cleaning up after himself, as it was his desire to avoid the current topic of conversation.
“Spike?” Angel asked when he noticed the younger vampire was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, looking at him with an expression he couldn’t read.
“What?” Spike asked as though he had no idea what they had been discussing.
Angel frowned. He knew that Spike knew exactly what he was talking about, but for some reason, he was avoiding the subject. “Spike.” He said, his voice low, “Did something happen between Xander and Buffy?”
“Why don’t you ask me?”
Angel startled at the sound of Xander’s voice. He was paying so much attention to Spike and what the blonde vampire wasn’t telling him that he had failed to notice when the loud music had stopped or when Xander had reentered the living room.
Spike looked up at his friend questioningly. Xander nodded. “Go take a shower.” He grinned slightly. “You stink. And who knows when you’ll get another chance.”
Spike disappeared into the bathroom knowing that the mortal wanted some privacy to talk to Angel. Even though he knew everything Xander was about to say, he also knew the mortal would prefer not to have an audience. After closing the door behind him, he listened carefully for a second, wondering if Xander would actually tell him anything. After several seconds of silence, Spike shrugged and started to strip. He did need a shower.
Xander turned his eyes away from the bathroom door when he heard the water go on. He knew Spike had been listening at the door, and he didn’t feel like talking to Angel about what had happened with one of his best friends eavesdropping, although the blonde vampire knew all about the circumstances surrounding Xander’s parting with the Slayer. He was the cause of it, although only partially.
“What do you want to know?” Xander asked tiredly as he sat down.
Angel had watched the exchange between Xander and Spike and felt an odd emotion come over him at the concern Spike obviously had for the mortal, as well as the knowledge that Spike knew something obviously very personal.
“What happened between you and Buffy?” He asked quietly. “Is it because of Spike?”
Xander sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Yes, and no.” He smiled at the confused look on Angel’s face. “If you asked Buffy, she’d tell you that I was crazy for living with Spike. She’d tell you that we were fucking and that I was sick and twisted. I’m not sure what disturbs her more. The idea that I might be sleeping with Spike, because he’s Spike, because he’s a vampire, or just because he’s a guy.”
“But you’re not.” Angel was a lot more positive of this than when he had first arrived the night before.
Xander grinned. “No. We’re friends. He’s my best friend, aside from Will, but that’s it. I don’t find him all that attractive beyond, the obvious traits.”
Angel raised his eyebrows at this. Partly because he knew Spike was attractive, and partly because Xander had admitted to finding guys attractive.
Xander grinned again. “Okay, he’s attractive, I’ll admit that, but he’s not my type.”
Angel grinned. “And who is?”
Xander chuckled. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Angel couldn’t help the words that left his lips. “Yes, I would.”
“I’m more of a tall dark and handsome kind of guy, oh brooding one.”
Angel felt something inside him stir at his words but forced himself to concentrate on what Xander had said earlier. “So, Buffy doesn’t like the idea of you living with Spike. I guess I can understand that.”
Xander looked up, his mind brought back to the original point of this conversation. “Can you?” He stood up, suddenly irritated, not with Angel, but with the memories surrounding his break with Buffy and the rest of the Scoobies.
“Can you understand the fact that your precious Slayer can’t deal with the fact that one of her best friends is gay. Can you understand the fact that she’d rather think that I’m possessed or just plain crazy over accepting that I like guys more than girls.” Xander began pacing around the room, not wanting to see whatever expression was on Angel’s features now.
“I thought…” He crinkled his brow in confusion. “I thought Willow was involved with some other witch for a while.”
Xander snorted. “Yeah, she was. Buffy didn’t deal with that well either. But when Tara had an opportunity to study abroad, Willow told her to go, and after a while, they realized the long-distance thing wasn’t working. Buffy decided it was just better to pretend it had never happened.”
“But she’s okay with Willow and Spike being together?” Angel incredulously. “What does she think that all three of you are together?”
Xander laughed. It was a sound Angel hadn’t remembered hearing much of before he had shown up here the previous day.
“Buffy doesn’t know about Willow and Spike…if she did, she probably would jump to that conclusion. Though to be fair, Willow and Spike aren’t really a thing.” He looked up at Angel, a slight smile playing on his lips. “But that isn’t what you really want to know is it?” He leaned slightly closer. “You want to know…what do you want to know?”
Before Angel could answer, the door to the bathroom opened and Spike walked out, wearing his black jeans and nothing else. “Showers free.” He tossed a towel to Angel. “Better get started. When the sun sets I want to get out of here, and not have to wait for you to finish fixing your hair.”
Angel grabbed the towel and walked into the bathroom, his mind going over everything he had been told.
Once Angel had left Spike turned to Xander and pulled his black T-shirt over his chest. “Did you tell him?”
Xander looked up, an amused expression on his face. “Which part? The part where I’m gay, or the part where I want to shag him into a second death?”
Spike chuckled. “The first part, but either would be good.” When Xander arched an eyebrow Spike continued. “His soul is his, I don’t see why you can’t. He’s very shaggable.”
Xander rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks. But no thanks…there’s too much history there. You know things are complicated. I have…baggage. Besides, he’s only here because of Dru…and Willow. Once they’re safe, He’ll go back to LA… You’ll go back to… whatever it is you do…and I’ll…”
Spike quirked his eyebrow, “And you, mate, what will you do? You know you can’t stay here forever…hiding away from everything…from the Slayer…from them,” He said the word with malice, “From yourself.”
Xander stood up. “I’m gonna get ready.” He started to walk away when he heard Spike’s voice.
Xander stopped and turned around. “We’ll talk…later.”
Spike nodded and watched his friend disappear into his room. Maybe having Peaches here hadn’t been such a bad idea after all. That was the first time they had discussed Xander’s personal issues without the mortal getting angry and storming away, or throwing something. Spike didn’t know if the change was due to his Sire or not, but it was the first sign the younger vampire had Xander may be starting to deal with his problems.
Willow felt it when she was forcibly removed from Drusilla’s embrace. She hated the fact that she couldn’t see anything.
“Where are you taking me?” She asked as she heard a door close somewhere behind her. She realized that she had been taken out of the room she had been in before.
“It’s time for the first test, Witch.” A raspy voice spoke into her ear. It sent a chill down her spine.
“Test? What type of test.” She asked, a feeling of dread washing over her.
No one answered her question, instead dragging her into a vehicle of some sort. She could feel the vibrations as it was started up. She could sense the presence of others. She wasn’t sure how many but she was positive they weren’t human. How she knew that wasn’t clear. It was just an impression she got. Almost like another sense was working for her. Not sight, or sound, or even touch. It was something she just…knew.
After a long drive, the vehicle stopped and she was pulled out.
“This is the first test. The end of phase one.”
Willow heard the whispered words and knew they weren’t meant for her ears, but yet she could hear them. They were in a language she recognized, but couldn’t place.
“Witch.” The raspy-voiced demon spoke, this time to Willow.
“What?” Willow asked, standing a little straighter, refusing to allow her fear and confusion show.
The demon stepped in front of her. She could feel it, and it wasn’t alone.
“Do you sense this creature?” It asked, partially in curiosity, partially in hope.
“Yes.” Willow’s voice was shaky. She didn’t know what the creature was but she could sense it. She wasn’t sure what she was sensing. It wasn’t its heartbeat or the sound of its breath she heard. It was almost as if she could sense its life force or its aura. She wasn’t sure, but she was almost certain that should have been impossible.
“Good.” The demon walked away from her and she heard him speaking in hushed tones with some of his companions.
Although, this time, she didn’t know what was being said. She heard a screech, which she knew, wasn’t altogether human, and then the demon was next to her again. He removed the bandage covering her eyes.
“You have three hours to find the Lovan. If you fail…” He let the words trail off, knowing that her fear of the consequences would drive her.
“I can see again…sort of.” Willow looked around. It was dark. Really dark. And she was in some wooded area that looked vaguely familiar. She turned to face the demon that had spoken. She could see this strange light emanating from his body. “Who are you?”
The demon smiled. “Marvius.” He took her hand and led her to a clearing amongst the trees.
“You must find the Lovan within three hours…if you do not…your friends will not survive.”
“My friends?” Willow asked, suddenly growing wary.
“The mortal and the two vampires. They search for you and your sister.”
Willow looked up at the demon. There was something in his eyes that she couldn’t read. It was almost as if he wanted her to succeed.
“Spike and Xander?” She asked knowing they would be looking for her. “And…Angel?” She questioned, knowing he was the only other vampire she knew who would care what had happened to her.
“Correct. Now, you must go. Time is running short.”
Willow heard the screech again and looked out among the trees, searching for its source. When she turned around, the demon was gone. Spinning around completely, she noticed everyone was gone…Even the vehicle they had brought her in had disappeared.
Willow looked around carefully and stepped towards the trees. “A Lovan.” She spoke aloud. “What exactly is a Lovan, and how does one find it?”
Willow crouched down on the ground as the screeching became louder. She knew the creature was close. She could hear her heart beating frantically in her chest as she anticipated catching it.
She wasn’t sure what had come over her, but once she had realized she was alone and that she had to catch this creature, she had quit fighting the ridiculousness of the situation and attempted to do just what she was supposed to. Catch the Lovan.
The Lovan turned out to be an animal of some sort. It was about the size of an owl and had an odd reddish coloring, assuming the photoreceptors were seeing things correctly. She had been close enough to catch it once, shortly after she had realized she was alone. However, it had flown away before she had realized it was the creature she was after.
She now realized she would have to lure it to the ground if she hoped to catch it. The creature was hungry, that much she had picked up from her encounter with it. So, she was hoping she could tempt it with fresh food. The problem was that she wasn’t entirely certain what a Lovan ate.
She had found a rabbit and killed it, hoping the scent of its blood would draw the creature. The smell was strong. Even her human nose could smell its death. It was an odd sensation, killing an animal. She wasn’t so much disgusted with it as she was curious. The animal had been remarkably easy to catch. It hadn’t seemed to see her or even sense her, which was kind of odd, but then she didn’t know that much about a rabbit’s protective mechanisms.
The Lovan screeched again and Willow moved further behind the tree. She could see it descending from the sky. There was a faint gray glow surrounding its body, and she concentrated all of her senses on that glow.
The creature seemed to sense her. It looked at her strangely for a second, its eyes staring into her own. She thought she saw fear there, but the animal couldn’t bring itself to pull away. It was like it was stuck, and being drawn further in.
When the Lovan reached the ground, it flew right into her arms. “Shh.” She tried to calm its fluttering around. It didn’t have wings exactly. Something closer to scales, but they moved swiftly in the night air.
“It’s alright, I won’t hurt you.” She tried to soothe the creature. It seemed to be working. The animal stopped its fluttering about and relaxed into Willow’s arms. She sighed.
Xander walked out of his bedroom, his hair still dripping from the shower he had taken. He pulled on his jacket over the black T-shirt and jeans he had taken to wearing since Spike came to live with him.
He looked over at Angel, who was dressed in his usual dark attire, and then looked down at his own clothes, which were common to his normal dress when leaving the house. “Good God, Spike, how come you never told me you were modeling me to look like Peaches here?” He grinned at the look on Angel’s face. “Just kidding.” He grabbed his keys and walked out the front door.
Angel stared after him for a second before turning to Spike. “I’m beginning to think I never knew him.”
“No, but you’d like to,” Spike smirked as he followed his friend out the door.
Angel shook his head, not denying Spike’s claim. It was true; he would like to get to know Xander better. He wasn’t sure if Xander had changed, or if perhaps no one had known him to begin with, but when Willow and Drusilla were safe, he was going to make it his business to find out.
“Okay, Blondie, we’re here, now what?” Xander asked as the trio looked up at the stone archway covered in thistles.
“What the Bloody hell you asking me for?” Spike snapped. “You read the clue.”
“Why don’t we split up and take a look around.” Angel offered.
“Fine. I’ll take the west. Junior can take the east. I guess that leaves Deadboy with the center.” He grinned goofily before heading off towards the west end of the cemetery.”
Angel stared after him for a second, watching as his jean-covered ass disappeared from view.
“Got your hands full with that one, Pops.” Spike snickered before turning to their right and began searching the cemetery.
Angel took a deep breath and started walking through the center. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was he was looking for. Their clue had told them where to go, but not what to do once they got there. He heard the faint sounds of Spike cursing and the steady beat of Xander’s heart as he walked further and further away.
He looked around the different gravestones. There weren’t really very many. Maybe fifty or sixty in a section, but Xander had said the cemetery was new so that probably explained why there weren’t more. Although Even fifty would have been a lot for a new cemetery if it hadn’t been in Sunnydale. But here, the death rate was high.
“Bloody hell!” Spike snarled as he came up behind his Sire.
“Rose bushes. They’re everywhere in this bleeding place.”
“Did you say Rose bushes?” Angel asked, an idea forming in his head.
“Yes, are you losing your hearing in your old age?”
Angel ignored him and turned in the direction Xander had gone. “Check the rose bushes.” He called loud enough for the mortal to hear him.
“Rose bushes?” Spike asked. “Hoping he’ll get pricked and you’ll get to lick him clean?”
Angel glared at Spike until a mental image of his words planted themselves firmly in his mind, then he groaned. He heard Spike snicker as different variations on the theme entered his head.
“I found something!” Xander called out to them, breaking Angel out of his thoughts.
The two vampires followed Xander’s voice until they reached him. He was standing in front of a circular gravesite. The tombstone itself was surrounded by rosebushes. The roses were of varying colors. What caught Xander’s attention, however, had been a small metal box dangling from a chain one of the rose stems.
“What is it?” Angel asked quietly.
Spike groaned at their questions and grabbed the box off of the bush and opened it. “I swear you guys talk too much!”
Xander rolled his eyes. “Well? What’s it say?”
Spike pulled out a slip of paper and handed the box to Angel. He growled softly. “Another damn riddle.” He hissed handing the paper over to Xander.
When I live, I can be heard
But once I’ve died, my flesh is burnt.
Here you’ll find me
My blood runs cold
But the rest of me will surely be sold
You have six hours… the first phase is completed.
“First phase of what?” Angel asked from over Xander’s shoulder.
Xander looked up, leaning back imperceptibly. “I’m not sure. But whatever it is, it can’t be good.”
“What does it mean?” Spike asked growing impatient. He wasn’t cut out for mind games.
“When I live, I can be heard,” Xander repeated.
“That could mean anything.” Angel furrowed his brows in thought. “What if it doesn’t mean sound?” He asked looking down into Xander’s brown eyes. The boy had turned slightly as was looking at him with this expression on his face he couldn’t place.
Xander’s eyes lit up as realization dawned on him. “Like a herd of animals.”
“That makes sense.” Angel acknowledged, moving away from Xander. He was having trouble thinking clearly.
“Here you’ll find me…my blood runs cold.” Angel thought over what that could mean. “A meatpacking plant.”
“Yeah, but which one mate?” Spike reached into his duster pocket and pulled out a cigarette.
“The only one that refrigerates the blood for…other purposes.” Xander grinned raising an eyebrow towards Angel.
“The Bentley plant, outside of town.” Angel nodded.
“Yep.” Xander smiled. “Come on, let’s go.
“What are you two Nancy boys blubbering about now?” Spike hissed.
“The Bentley meat packing plant just outside of town. It’s the only plant that saves the blood and keeps it fresh, specifically to sell.” Xander turned around and lifted the small metal box up and heard it make a noise. He lifted it closer to his ear and shook it slightly, hearing the noise again. Frowning, he opened the box. Inside there was a small silver key. He lifted it out and examined it more closely.
“Looks like we have an idea where we’ll find the next clue.” He handed the key to Angel before looking at his watch. “We’d better get going. The Bentley plant is outside of town…we should hurry. Who knows where we may end up next?”
The two vampires walked past him and headed in the direction of the plant.
Xander ran up to catch up with them. “You do realize…they’re leading us away from Sunnydale, right. That can’t be good.”
Xander looked up at the building standing before them. It seemed cold and forbearing somehow. Like this thing was standing between them and saving Willow and Drusilla. It wasn’t as if the building itself was at all to blame but the mortal couldn’t help but think of the building in a negative light. It was just some new thing in this crazy game they were being forced to play.
“This is it?” Spike’s accented voice brought Xander out of his thoughts.
“In all its refrigerated glory.” Xander nodded, not bothering to look back at his friend.
He felt another presence behind him and instinctively knew it was Angel. He was so close he could almost feel him. Shaking his head from the thoughts the feeling would inevitably lead to, Xander stepped forward. He tried to open the door and found it stuck. “Won’t open.” He muttered stepping aside as Spike came forward. He knew the blonde vampire well enough to know that no steel door was going to keep them from going inside.
Spike put all his body weight into slamming into the door, hoping it would budge. It did, and Spike tumbled inside followed by Xander and Angel.
“Shit, it’s cold in here,” Xander mumbled as he started rubbing his arms to keep from getting a chill.
Angel stopped and listened. “They have the refrigeration system on high.”
Xander frowned. “That’s odd.” He turned to face Angel. “Old man Bentley died a couple of months ago. His son made a big noise about closing this place down. Last I heard all their business went elsewhere.”
“Willie too?” Angel asked curiously.
“Yeah. He was moaning and groaning about it a while back. Said something about having to find new sources.”
Angel raised an eyebrow. “You go to Willie’s often? That’s not safe.”
Spike snorted and moved away from the two knowing how his friend would react to that comment. He walked over towards the large refrigeration units, hoping he could find their next clue. He didn’t relish spending the night there.
Xander turned to look at the dark-haired vampire. “Most things in Sunnydale aren’t safe.” He hissed, his eyes blazing angrily. “Sometimes your own house is more dangerous than a trip to a demon bar.” He shook his head and walked away. He didn’t know why he had said that, nor did he want to explain it.
Angel stared after him, suddenly feeling confused. He wasn’t sure what he had said to upset Xander, again, but he was discovering there was more to the mortal than he ever known before.
“It’s locked.” Spike snarled at another locked door. This one was solid steel. “Give me that key Peaches!”
Angel handed over the key and watched as Spike attempted to open the large door. The key wouldn’t even fit in the slot.
“It isn’t in there. There’s got to be somewhere else.” Xander raised his head and looked at the ceiling. “Up there.” He pointed. There was a chain hanging from the ceiling. One of the links close to the top there was a small chain connected to another box.
“I don’t suppose either of you can fly?” He grinned slightly at his own joke.
“No, but I got something better.” Angel smiled slightly.
“Better?” Xander asked, curiously.
Angel smirked and pulled out a hook of some sort. It was obvious it was used to scale walls and other hard reach things.
Xander grinned. “Be still my beating heart.” He placed a hand over his heart and sighed dramatically like the damsel in distress of some old movie.
Spike rolled his eyes.
Angel turned away from Xander, an odd smile on his face as he threw the hook and it landed with a thud, wrapping itself around a beam near the ceiling. He tugged on the cord attached to the hook once to make sure it was stable before trying to climb up it. Pushing his feet against a nearby wall, Angel began to climb.
Xander watched the older vampire make his ascent, his eyes roaming the vampire’s body, a small smile playing on his lips.
“He really is shaggable,” Spike whispered in his ear.
Xander tore his gaze away from Angel to look at Spike. “Shut up.” He hissed. “He’s…” he turned back to Angel, who had almost reached the box. “He’s not interested.”
Spike snorted. “Don’t be too sure.”
Before Xander could ask what that meant, there was a loud noise as the box was dropped to the ground.
“Sorry.” Angel apologized, however, he looked anything but. The truth was he had seen Spike and Xander talking closely, about what he didn’t know, and had the sudden desire to separate them, cause them to draw their attention elsewhere. So, he had purposely dropped the box.
Xander bent down to pick it up giving Angel a nice view from his elevated height.
Spike shook his head. If the circumstances weren’t so dire he would have taken the time to taunt both his friend and his Sire about their blatant flirting, but he just didn’t have the time for it now.
“Well?” He asked impatiently after Angel had climbed down and Xander was reading the newest clue.
Where you have all been before
Where evil is released forever more
Where the mortal was first seen
You must now all come clean
What happens next is in your hands. Don’t disappoint us.
The second phase is now complete.
Xander looked up at the two vampires. “Well, that was more vague than usual.”
Angel turned away, his mind trying to think of any possible meaning. He sniffed the air slightly. “The sun is rising. We’ll have to camp here for the day.”
Spike began to walk away. “Alright then. You poufs figure out what the bleedin’ hell that means.” He disappeared into an office towards the back of the warehouse.
Xander watched Spike disappear and then turned to face Angel. “It’ll be warmer towards the back.” He stopped and grinned. “Unless you want me to keep you warm?”
Xander walked away before Angel could respond. Angel followed shaking his head. He wasn’t sure whether he should be pleased because that sounded like an offer, or disappointed because it wasn’t.
Willow woke up with a start. She had fallen asleep in the woods and was now keenly aware of being watched although she couldn’t actually see anyone. She felt eyes on her though. She moved slightly and noticed she still had the Lovan nestled in her arms. It was asleep and cooing softly.
Marvius approached the young witch. “You have done well. There is only one more test before the final phase.”
Willow turned around to face the voice. “The final phase?”
The demon nodded. “Yes. It is the most important. You will have to make a choice. They will have to face the past. If you all succeed, all will be made right again.”
Willow stared up at the demon, no longer afraid. She tried to unravel his words so they made more sense. “I can go home, after this final phase?”
Marvius nodded. “Until the time of reckoning, yes.”
Willow closed her eyes. “Okay. What’s this other test?”
Marvius smiled. “This way.”
Angel lay back on the cold hard ground listening to the even sounds of Xander’s breathing, not more than a foot away from him. He let the sound lull his mind slightly as he thought about everything that had happened in the past forty-eight hours.
The silence of the cold warehouse was deafening in its own right. The only sound was Xander’s breathing and the steady thump of the mortal’s heart. It was a sound Angel admitted to himself he could get used to. If he were being perfectly honest with himself he would admit to having feelings for the mortal sleeping peacefully.
If he were being truthful, he’d admit to always being attracted to Xander. But he had never given the boy much more thought than the occasional lustful glance due to the constant hate Xander projected. He had always believed Xander hated him and there was a part of him that didn’t want to get to know the boy. The part of him that was afraid of finding out that there was nothing more to the youth than what he saw. The annoying friend of the Slayer’s that was so in love with Buffy that he hated Angel, and was more of a nuisance than anything else. There was that part of him equally afraid that he would find out the opposite was true. That there was so much more to Xander. Things that no one ever saw. Things that no one ever looked for. Things that he was now witnessing. All those things that Spike had alluding to knowing about.
Angel couldn’t help the small prick of jealousy he was feeling. He knew that the relationship between the mortal and Spike was not romantic, but even so, Spike had Xander’s friendship. That was something Angel had wanted for a long time. Something he was now not so willing to believe wasn’t a treasured commodity.
He wanted to know what it was that made Xander tick. What made him smile after an exhausting night of Slaying? What it was that frightened him worse than a gaggle of hideous looking demons. He wanted to know what had happened between Xander and the rest of the Scooby gang. What it was that had driven Xander to move out of his basement apartment and into an apartment with Spike. What was it about that move which had prompted Xander into severing all contact with Buffy and the others?
He wanted to know what gave Xander nightmares. Like he was having now.
Angel listened carefully in the stillness. Xander was still asleep but his breathing was now ragged and his heartbeat was pounding frantically. Angel sat up slightly to get a better look at the younger man. He was moving around on the hard ground, sweat beaded on his forehead. His body flinched from something only he could see.
“Xander.” Angel tried to wake him, afraid to touch and startle him.
Xander didn’t awaken, but instead continued to move around on the ground, his breath labored.
Angel placed a gentle but firm hand on Xander’s shoulder and felt the boy tense under him. “Xander.” He whispered.
Xander’s eyes shot open and it took several moments before he adjusted to the darkness surrounding them. When his eyes found Angel’s, he took a deep breath and sat up. “Angel.” His voice was hoarse.
“Are you alright?” Angel asked carefully, removing his hand from Xander.
Xander turned to look at the vampire warily. He smiled slightly, preferring not to acknowledge he had been having another nightmare. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He lay back down on the ground, staring at the ceiling. He heard Angel lay down as well and the two were enveloped in silence once again as Xander’s breathing resumed a somewhat normal level.
“You want to know what that was about?” Xander’s quiet question broke the silence. He didn’t wait for Angel to respond. “You want to know what happened between me and the Scoobies?”
Angel wasn’t sure what to say. He wanted to know, but it wasn’t his place to ask. So he said nothing.
“A few months ago,” Xander began, “Anya left me.” He turned to his head. “She was my girlfriend.” He snorted. “It would probably be more accurate to say she was my orgasm friend. We didn’t have much of a relationship outside of sex.”
Angel stared incredulously through the dark at the boy, not sure what was more surprising, the way Xander was referring to his relationship with his girlfriend or the fact that he was talking about it at all.
Xander shook his head and smiled depreciatingly, more at himself than at the vampire. “Anyway, a couple of months ago she left me. Said our interlocking parts weren’t interlocking any more.” Xander returned his gaze to the ceiling, to avoid Angel’s expression.
“I was really upset she left me. She loved me. She told me so, on several occasions, but yet she left me anyway. Like everyone does.” He said the last part quietly, but Angel heard him anyway. “But the thing was, it wasn’t until after she had left that I realized she was right.”
“She was?” Angel’s question was spoken softly, so as not to deter Xander from continuing with whatever he was willing to tell him.
“Yeah. Our interlocking parts… they didn’t interlock anymore.” He turned his head slightly and looked at Angel. He couldn’t see well in the dark, but he could see well enough to know that Angel was looking at him. “I suppose you don’t know what that’s like.”
“What do you mean?” Angel asked, growing more confused by the second. He had no idea what Xander was talking about or what direction this conversation was leading to, however, he was acutely aware of how willing he was to follow it wherever it led.
“You’re a vampire,” Xander spoke as though that was the most obvious thing he could have said.
Angel couldn’t help but smile. “For over two hundred years.”
“Exactly.” Xander nodded his head once as if Angel’s agreement made his point. Then he sighed. “By your very nature sexuality isn’t an issue. Man, woman, tree… It doesn’t matter much to you, does it?”
Angel did chuckle then. The way Xander said it made it seem so incidental. But he couldn’t disagree with the sentiment the mortal was trying to make. “No, I guess not. Although the next time I try to bed a tree, stop me before I accidentally stake myself.”
Xander laughed then, the sound filling Angel with warmth. When the laughter had died down, Xander grew serious once again, remembering what it was he was trying to say. “For you, discovering that you prefer interlocking with another guy over with beautiful women, it’s not a big deal.” He paused as he realized the way that had sounded. “That is, of course, assuming that was your preference, which I’m not saying it is.” He shook his head. “Hypothetically speaking, of course.”
“Of course.” Angel smiled softly at the flustered youth, not sure if he wanted to agree with Xander’s assumption or not.
“My point, and believe it or not, I do have one, is that that sort of realization may not be a big deal to you, but it was a shock to me.” He took a deep breath. “For a long time, I wanted to remain ignorant to what I knew was true. But eventually, I began to realize the truth. And once that happened, I couldn’t deny it anymore. I didn’t see a need to.”
Xander paused, moving one hand to run through his hair as he gathered his thoughts. He wasn’t entirely certain what was making him divulge this personal stuff to Angel. Partly it was because he wanted to, wanted Angel to know. Partly it was because Spike was right. He had to face his own demons. He had to deal with things, and talking about it with someone he instinctively knew wouldn’t judge was a way to do that. He had spoken about all this already to both Spike and Willow, in varying degrees, but never all of it, and never when it felt like it was the right thing to do when he felt safe to speak honestly.
Angel sat in the dark, waiting for Xander to continue. He wasn’t sure what made the boy open up to him, to tell him these things, but he was infinitely grateful to whatever it was. To be trusted in this manner by someone he thought had hated him, it felt… he couldn’t even describe how it felt. The silence that settled over them now wasn’t awkward or tense. It felt comfortable, safe.
Before Angel could give any more thought to what he was feeling, Xander spoke again. His voice, calm, but there was an underlying pain that Angel wanted to take away.
“During one of our more… vocal disagreements, I told my parents I was gay.”
“They didn’t take it well?” Angel asked quietly.
Xander snorted. “My mother said it was worse than anything Uncle Rory could ever have done. And my father…” Xander absently rubbed a spot on his chest, just to the left of his heart, “He let me know exactly how I had shamed him, and disappointed him, and angered him, and… a few other words that don’t bear repeating.”
Angel placed a hand over the one still rubbing absently on his chest, stilling the movement. Xander looked down at their hands and smiled sadly before continuing.
“They kicked me out of the house. Disowned me, I guess, not that they were supporting me at that point, but well… I, uh, crashed in the garage at Willow’s parent’s house for a few days until I could clear my head, decide what exactly I was going to do. It seemed easier than going out and getting my own place right then because then I wouldn’t have to admit to everyone else what I’d already admitted to myself and to my parents.
“After a couple of days, I took the money I’d been saving and found a new place to live. Spike showed up at work a few nights later and I brought him home like the lost puppy he is,” Xander grinned at Angel’s chuckle.
“What about Buffy?” Angel asked and winced slightly when he felt Xander tense at the mention.
“About a week after I had moved, I missed a Scooby Gang meeting and it became apparent to her that I didn’t live in my parent’s basement anymore. Buffy showed up at my job, demanding to know what happened. I told her. She seemed a bit…flustered and said she needed time to think.” Xander shrugged uneasily. “I thought everything might be okay, but when she found out that Spike was living with me, I found out things were most definitely not okay.
“She didn’t understand why I was allowing him to live with me. Why I called him a friend. She accused us of being lovers, which she found whole-heartedly disgusting, spouting off a zillion awful things about him. That spawned another argument, this time from Willow in defense of both mine and Spike’s virtue. It got out of hand. I left Giles house, with Willow in tow, and I haven’t been back. Willow still helps with research, but I just can’t. I can’t bring myself to forgive her. I know that she was acting out of shock, or fear for my safety, or whatever, but I can’t seem to get past the idea that she was just as upset with my coming out as she was with the idea that Spike was my lover. I never bothered to correct her. It doesn’t seem to make much difference now.”
Xander took a deep breath as he waited for Angel to respond. He wasn’t sure what it was he was expecting to hear, he was almost afraid to hope for anything other than silence.
“So, Spike isn’t your type?” Angel asked with a small smile hoping to lighten the mood.
Xander closed his eyes to the soft sound of Angel’s voice, just thankful that he hadn’t been judged, or laughed at, or any of a zillion other things that could have happened. His eyes were still closed as he relaxed for the first time since waking up from the nightmare, blinding him to what happened next.
The first feel of Angel’s cool lips against his was a shock. He snaked his tongue out, moving almost of its own volition, as it tasted the essence that was Angel. Angel’s mouth opened allowing Xander entrance. Xander’s tongue explored the foreign territory softly, tenderly as if he was afraid this was a dream and at any moment he’d wake, and find the exquisite taste taken away from him, ripped out from under him, like so many of the things he cherished.
It wasn’t though. Angel savored Xander’s soft lips just as eagerly. They continued to taste one another’s mouths, content to leave their exploration there, for fear of what would happen if they went any further.
Drusilla smiled in the darkness as she continued to pet Willow’s hair softly. They had lain together on the soft mattress for nearly four hours since Willow had returned from her most recent test. Drusilla was getting weaker, she could feel it. She could no longer stand on her own and was reluctant to try. But it didn’t matter. Her weakness was giving her Little Tree strength.
And the stars were telling her wonderful things. They spoke of unity. They told her that her daddy was making things better. They told her that soon her Spikey and her Daddy would be a family again.
“What is it?” Willow asked softly as she saw her friend smile in the darkness.
“Daddy is helping your brother. Soon they will find us. Soon, the stars will sing. Our family will be made whole.” Drusilla’s lilting voice spoke soothingly with an air that left no doubt as to the accuracy of what the stars had told her.
Willow didn’t know precisely what it meant, but she wasn’t concerned, exactly.
Willow smiled somewhat sadly. She knew that their time was running out, and only one of them would be reunited with their family.
The choice still had to be made.
Willow could feel Drusilla weakening. It was only a matter of time. She feared for what would happen when the other’s found them. Would Spike blame her for Drusilla’s death? Was there a way for her to save Drusilla? For her to give back that which she had unwittingly stolen?
She wasn’t exactly sure what had happened, only that Drusilla’s weakness was making her strong.
“It is time.” A rough voice spoke into the room. “Come.”
Willow was forcibly jerked away from the bed as two demons moved her aside and approached Drusilla.
“Come, vampire. It’s time to make the choice.”
Drusilla was lifted by one of the demons and carried her out of the room. Willow was dragged away behind her. They were taken down several long hallways and eventually ended up in a room, which resembled something you might see in a hospital. There were two beds separated by some sort of equipment that Willow couldn’t identify.
Drusilla was strapped down on one of the beds, and while one demon attached some wires and inserted some form of IV, Willow was pushed onto the other bed. Before she could protest, two demons began to strap her to the bed in a similar fashion as they had Drusilla. She watched, unable to stop them as they inserted an IV in her veins as well.
Once both women were properly subdued, the demons stepped back and eyed them warily. They weren’t entirely certain if Willow or the vampiress would try and escape. They weren’t even certain if they could.
After several minutes the door was thrust open and Marvius walked in. He walked around to stand in between the two beds. He had a large grin on his face.
“Excellent.” He looked between the witch and the vampiress. “This is the final phase. The choice must be made now.” He stared into Drusilla’s eyes, knowing she was weakening further as each second passed.
“You know why you’re here don’t you? You know what must happen?”
Drusilla smiled then. It was an odd thing, considering her present state. “Little tree must make the choice.” Her lilting voice sounded softer than usual, no doubt due to the effort of speaking.
“What choice?” Willow asked, wanting to know what it was that she was being forced to choose.
Marvius turned his gaze to the redhead. “Why your life of course. Will you die so that the vampire may live, or will you allow her to turn to dust, so that you may live?”
Spike lay back on the cold floor of the room he had chosen to sleep in until the sunset allowed he and his companions to continue their search. His companions. That thought brought him back to the situation that was no doubt happening in the other room. Well, what he hoped was happening.
Even as he held on to some of the anger he had about Angelus’ abandonment, a small part of him wanted him to be happy. Wanted him to find some sort of peace with all he had done, and now had to account for. The younger vampire couldn’t truly understand what it was Angel had to deal with. The guilt he had for all that he had been. But, Spike knew that if the situations were reversed, he wouldn’t have dealt with his fate nearly as well. He had to admire his Sire for that. For the strength he showed. For the compassion he had for others’, despite his own pain and torment. It was that compassion that his young mortal friend needed. It was that understanding that Angel could show Xander.
While he and the mortal boy had grown to be close friends, there were things that he couldn’t help him with. Ways in which he needed something Spike wasn’t equipped to provide. Spike couldn’t provide what Xander needed, but perhaps his Sire could. Perhaps Xander could help the elder vampire as much as Angel could help him. He didn’t know, but he realized, a little disturbingly, that he hoped they could help each other.
Groaning to himself at where his thoughts were going, he shook his head. He was not going to turn into some annoying sap and worry about either his Sire or his best friend. They could take care of themselves. He had more important things to worry about.
Scowling, he remembered what it was that had led them to this warehouse. Why it was they were traveling together. He wasn’t certain what was going to happen once the sun set and they arrived at their next destination. All he knew was that Willow was still missing, and she wasn’t alone. Drusilla was with her.
He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He still cared for her. Loved her even, but it wasn’t the same feeling he had felt when he had returned to Sunnydale in a drunken stupor the previous year. It had taken him a long time to realize, but things had definitely changed. Between him and his Sire. Between him and Drusilla. He himself had changed, and so had she. They weren’t the same young vampires who had been abandoned by their sire over a century ago. They weren’t the same people requiring something to connect them to each other and their missing Sire. They no longer needed to cling to one another as a way to hold on to some last vestige of their maker.
He had realized, over the past year, that it was time he moved on, as she had done. He had fallen in love with Willow, and as much as he had tried to deny it, he knew he couldn’t anymore. But despite this newfound knowledge, he didn’t wish Drusilla any harm. She had hurt him in the past when she walked out on him, twice, but he knew now it was necessary. It was time for them to go their own separate ways.
Spike hoped that they would find Willow and Drusilla soon, but he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t know where the knowledge came from, but he realized when they finally found them, only one would still be alive.
Shaking his head from his morbid thoughts, Spike closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep. If he were right, he would need a clear head for what happened next.
Xander felt Angel’s cool lips, pressing impossibly closer to him, his tongue invading his warm mouth until he wasn’t certain where he ended and the vampire began. He felt Angel’s fingers trailing lightly along his chest, the feeling marred only by the clothing that separated them.
Xander felt Angel pull his lips away and dared to open his eyes. He wasn’t certain what he’d see there, and was surprised by the depth of emotion brimming forth in those dark eyes. Emotion he was certain was mirrored in his own eyes. Want, need, and as surprising as it may be, affection.
Angel’s eyes never deviated from Xander’s own as his fingers began to remove Xander’s clothing, slowly, sensually. He was staring into the dark eyes, searching for something neither of them could fathom.
At the first brush of cool fingers along heated flesh, Xander was lost. He knew that this moment, this second, would be forever frozen in time, in his mind, and in his heart. This was the moment everything changed, and for the first time in his short life, he welcomed the change.
Angel caressed his skin, gently, wanting to savor this moment, despite their surroundings. He nipped and licked along the younger man’s chest, wanted to taste the very essence that was Xander. He felt the moan erupt from his young lover, the sound shooting a ribbon of desire through his body.
The two new lovers lost themselves to the sensations, blocking out the rest of the world, and the decisions they would still have to make. For now, this moment, all was as it should be.
It was several hours later when Angel woke up, and found himself wrapped around a warm body. A warm, familiar body. Xander’s body. He relaxed slightly, enjoying the feel of that body and the comforting sounds of his beating heart. Looking down at the head laying, blissfully unaware on his chest, Angel dared to think about what had happened. What exactly was going to happen? Was this some sort of stress relief after the tense situation they had been thrown into? He didn’t think so. He hoped not.
The souled vampire was ready to admit his feelings for this mortal boy went well beyond lust, and were far deeper than a desire to be his friend. He was even willing to admit he had had these feelings for almost the entire time he’d known him. Although that wasn’t entirely accurate. The knowing him part. He realized that Spike had been right. He hadn’t known Xander. Not really. But he wanted to. Oh, how he wanted to know this mortal boy. This man whom he had just had the most mind-blowing sex with. This person who was so many things. Things he didn’t know and couldn’t begin to comprehend. But he would try. As soon as this mess was over with.
The reminder of the situation, which had brought him and Xander together, dampened his mood. Taking once last look at the body snuggled into his own, Angel moved away, his fingers tracing along the chest, up to his collarbone, and back down to the place just over his chest where the skin was marred by a hideous scar. An angry red mark, reminding Angel of the pain Xander had lived through.
“It doesn’t matter.” Xander spoke softly, his eyes still closed. It was almost if he could read Angel’s thoughts.
Angel moved his gaze from Xander’s chest to his face, just as Xander opened his eyes, his dark eyes staring into Angel’s, searing his very soul.
“It doesn’t matter.” Xander repeated. “They don’t matter.” He sat up, pulling his body away from Angel’s. “Nothing does.”
“Don’t say that.” Angel moved over slightly, not wanting to crowd Xander, now that he was awake, but not wanting to move too far away, for fear of what it was he was losing.
“Why?” Xander stood up and began redressing. He turned around to face Angel, letting his eyes linger on the vampire’s fine muscled chest before handing him his own clothes.
“I appreciated what you did for me last night, Angel. Listening to me, and… everything. Really, I do. But…”
“But what?” Angel asked, hoping his voice didn’t sound as nervous as he thought it did.
Xander stopped, not sure what he wanted to say. He heard the door to the room Spike had slept in open and shook his head. “The sun’s setting. We need to get going.” He turned and walked away before anything further could be said.
“Are you sure we’re in the right place?” Spike asked for the fifth time in nearly an hour. It wasn’t so much that he doubted Xander, as it was a need to hear something, other than the tense silence, which had developed, since they left the warehouse.
Xander turned to glare at the blonde vampire as he recited the clue once more.
“Where you have all been before
Where evil is released forever more
Where the mortal was first seen
You must now all come clean”
“Which means what?” Spike snapped. He wasn’t entirely idiotic, but it seemed the more Xander thought about what was going on with the game, the less time the mortal had to dwell on whatever had put him in a sour mood just before they left the warehouse.
Xander sighed. He knew that Spike was being difficult more for his sake than because he didn’t understand. He pointed to the big gaping hole in what had once been the school’s library.
“This is where the Hellmouth opens.” Xander answered, referring to the second line on the clue.
“This is also where you and I ran into Spike that night just before St. Vigeous.” Angel added.
“You mean the night you offered my neck as a snack?” Xander asked, with the first hint of real amusement since he had woken up in Angel’s arms.
Angel was about to defend himself when he saw the sparkle in Xander’s eyes and relaxed. “Well you were rather tasty.” He commented instead.
Spike rolled his eyes. “Okay, you bloody poufs, you can reminisce about your night of bliss some other time.”
“Right.” Xander looked around at the charred building surrounding them. “So, what’s this about coming clean? I think I’ve pretty much laid all my secrets out.” He turned to face Spike and then grinned at his uncomfortable expression. “What about it Blondie? What are you hiding?” When Spike continued to scowl, Xander turned to Angel. “What about you Deadboy? What secrets do you have?”
When neither vampire commented, Xander groaned. “Yes well, I think I’ll go take a walk.” He headed out the way they had come in and stopped several feet away from the two vampires. “Remember, we can’t help them, if we don’t play by the rules. Whatever it is that needs to be said, I suggest you say it…or this has all been a waste.”
Xander disappeared from view and Spike turned his gaze to his sire. “He’s right.”
“What?” Angel asked incredulously.
Spike growled softly. “I said your boy is bloody right!”
Angel was about to comment but just sighed in resignation. “I know.”
“Well?” Spike spoke after a silence.
“Well, what do you have to say?” Spike asked in annoyance.
“Me? You’re the one who said he was right. You start.” Angel knew he sounded like a child, but there was so much that needed to be said, he didn’t have a clue where to start.
Spike glared and was about to say something snide, but then thought better of it. Xander had been right. Willow’s life was at stake. Drusilla’s too. He didn’t have time to play games with his sire. Not now.
“I hate you.” He spoke softly.
“Do you?” Angel asked, wanting to know.
“Oh, Hell, Angelus!” Spike walked around the room, being careful not to fall through the floor. “Why? Why’d you leave? Why’d you come back? Why were you such a damned bastard?”
Willow was frozen. The question reverberating in her mind. She couldn’t bare the thought of the repercussions of any decision she made. She could live, and Drusilla would die. Or she could let Drusilla live and she would die.
Was it worth it? Was it worth her life to save someone she now cared for? Would Drusilla want that? She didn’t think so. But did it matter what Drusilla would want? She still had so much knowledge. She understood so many things that people weren’t ready to hear yet. Her visions afforded her a wisdom seldom understood. But there was so much knowledge in her mind. So much she could do still. Even though she was a vampire. Despite the fact that she was mostly insane. Despite the people she had killed. Despite all that, Willow knew that her own death was worth it.
“The decision has been made.” The demon’s voice brought Willow out of her thoughts.
“What? I haven’t said anything.”
“There is no need, child.” Marvius spoke softly. “We know what is in your heart.” He smiled tenderly at her. “It’s time for you to say goodbye.”
Before Willow could say anything further she felt her eyes growing heavy and an inky blackness overtake her.
Xander walked around the charred and blackened halls of his old school and thought about all that had happened, all that had changed. The things in his life he had lost, and gained. He often sat awake and thought about his life and whether it had been worth it.
Hearing a low, dangerous growl from the room he had left the vampires in, Xander smiled. Yes, it had been worth it. He didn’t know what the future held, but he knew that he no longer doubted his place in it, at least as far as his friends were concerned.
The brooding vampire was another matter altogether, and not something he was ready to think about just yet. There was too much that he wanted from him, too much that he was afraid he could never have. And Xander was no longer willing to settle for what he thought he could get. It would be better to end whatever was between them now, before things could get even more convoluted.
Xander stopped in his mental reasoning as he heard a crash, no doubt caused by one of Spike’s frequent temper tantrums. He shook his head and continued walking away from the vampires, knowing they still had much to discuss.
Consciousness crept back upon her slowly. The instant she was fully awake, she felt the loss deep within her. Her friend was gone. But not completely. As strange as it was, she felt… something inside of her that hummed with the presence she had lost.
The surrounding air was stale, as her mind tried to remember what had happened. She kept her eyes tightly shut, afraid to see her surroundings. She feared what fate awaited her, knowing she was alone, truly alone.
Willow opened her eyes to darkness and the smell of burnt wood and plastic. In an instant she knew exactly where she was, and shuddered at the memories she had of this place. Memories of all the people who had died that day, and the people who had disappeared or died, before that day.
She felt the crunching glass beneath her shift as she tried to stand. Looking around she found herself in the old music room. The same one that Marcy had lived above before the Black Suits had taken her away.
There was a group of broken music stands in one corner and they reminded her briefly of Oz. But the memory was fleeting as she heard a loud crash from somewhere outside of the room.
Turning her head sharply towards the sound, Willow’s eyes shifted. She concentrated on the sound, and felt the air around her stir and the sounds of a struggle became clear.
The redhead moved away from the music room and out into the hall, pausing slightly when she heard another sound, in the opposite direction. The sound of footsteps on the burnt and littered ground. Turning towards the new sound, Willow made her way down the hall.
Spike’s eyes glowed golden as he pushed his Sire against the blackened wall. Angel stared back at him, his dark eyes completely calm.
Spike growled at the question, but then let go when he realized he did feel better. He moved his finger to wipe away the faint trail of blood on his face and looked back at Angel, who despite the calmness in his demeanor, was a little more bruised than he had been when Xander left.
“Much.” Spike stepped back and looked around the room and laughed, a deep rich sound, which lifted the tension in the room. “You think your boy will notice the mess we made?”
Angel smirked. “I doubt it.” Then he frowned as he focused on the words Spike had spoken. “He’s not mine.”
Spike looked up at the softly spoken words and grinned slightly, all the anger of a few minutes ago forgotten. “Do you want him?”
Despite the grin on Spike’s face, Angel recognized the seriousness of the question. “I do.”
Spike nodded. “Well, Peaches, I suggest you go get him then.” Spike motioned towards what had once been the door leading to the hallway. “But after we find Red.”
Angel noticed the absence of Drusilla’s name and turned sad eyes to his favorite Childe. “I’m sorry about Dru.” They had both felt it as she ceased to exist.
Spike shook his head at the older vampire. “Don’t be. She was what you made her, and I loved her. But now…”
“Now you have Willow, and Drusilla is gone.” Angel spoke softly and smiled slightly at Spike’s nod.
“Well let’s go find the mortals and get the fuck out of this death trap.”
“Where do you think we’ll find Willow?” Angel asked quietly as they began to move silently towards the hallway.
Spike stopped for a moment and cocked his head, listening. “She’s close.” He turned his eyes to Angel. “And she’s not alone.”
Xander walked down the corridor and stopped suddenly as he heard something behind him. He turned around and his heart stopped. Slipping on a piece of a desk, which had fallen from a nearby classroom, Xander fell to his knees.
“Xander?” Willow asked as she ran forward, hearing her feet crunching on debris beneath them.
“Wills?” Xander asked, unsure if he was seeing things. “Is it really you?”
Willow grinned. “Expecting someone else?”
Xander leapt up and pulled the redhead into a hug bear hug. “Thank God you’re alright. I was so worried.” He paused as he heard a sound from a little farther down the hall. “We were worried.”
“We?” Willow asked as she too turned towards the noise.
Xander grabbed her hand and headed towards the noise he instinctively knew was the two vampires. “Yeah, Spike was crazed.” He paused as he remembered something. “Wills? Where’s Dru?”
Willow’s eyes clouded with sadness. “She… she’s gone.”
//Don’t be sad, little Tree. I will always be with you. // Willow heard the lilting voice inside her head and smiled.
“I’m sorry.” Xander’s voice brought her attention back to him.
Willow smiled but before she could reassure her friend she felt the unmistakable presence of Spike, just seconds before he rushed towards her and pulled her into his arms.
Xander watched the vampire as he checked Willow over for and bruises and broken bones. He smiled at the concerned look, which crossed Spikes features, as he saw her wince slightly when his fingers brushed against her legs.
Willow pushed spike away slightly. “I’m okay, really. Just a little scraped up, from the floor in the music room.” She smiled up at Spike and was lost in the blue of his eyes. Spike placed a kiss along her lips, and the Willow wound her arms around him and felt her body being picked up by him. Spike began moving them towards the exit.
Xander shook his head and grinned, surprised that his friend could maneuver through the building with his lips attached to Willow’s. He turned to look at Angel, who was staring at him. “What?”
“We need to talk.” Angel told him as he waited for Xander to walk the short distance to him.
Xander shook his head. “No, we don’t.” He held up a hand before Angel could protest, “But if you insist, let’s wait until we get back to my place.”
Angel nodded his assent and followed the mortal towards the exit.
Nearly forty minutes later found the four entering Xander’s apartment. Willow and Spike were practically glued to one another on the couch as Xander made his way into the kitchen to make some coffee. Angel followed him in and watched in silence as the mortal tossed him a blood-bag from the fridge and then turned his back on the vampire as he watched the water begin to drip into the coffee pot.
A blinking light to his right caught Xander’s attention and he walked to the answering machine and pushed the button. A clicking sound could be heard as the machine reset itself and began to play the messages back.
“Harris, I know you said you needed last night off, but when you didn’t call this morning… well, I have to let you go.” There was a pause as the voice softened. “I’ll give you a good reference though… things just didn’t work out.”
Spike and Willow turned towards the kitchen as they waited for Xander’s response to the message. The silence in the apartment was almost deafening as the next message began to play.
“The test was passed.” Marvius’ voice came through clearly, although the rasp in his voice made Willow shudder in memory of her captivity.
“The time will come, young witch, when you will be called upon.” Marvius paused. “You will all be called upon.” Marvius chuckled slightly. “Until then…” There was a resounding click as the line was disconnected.
The group sat there in silence as the words became clear.
Willow shook her head. “She said that all would be made right.” She turned to look at Spike. “She knew this would happen. She knew why.”
Xander looked sharply at his two best friends. “Would someone like to clue me in?”
“The Powers That Be,” Angel’s voice was next to his ear and Xander shuddered.
Willow nodded just before Xander opened his mouth. “The Powers That Be what?”
“They were testing me…all of us.” Willow looked from Spike to Xander to Angel and then back to Spike. “Before she died, Dru told me that they needed to make sure I was worthy. That we were all worthy.”
“Worthy? For what?” Xander asked as he unconsciously leaned back into Angel.
“Who the Bloody hell cares what?” Spike hissed, not liking the idea of being manipulated.
Willow placed a hand on his cheek. “I do.”
Spike’s anger dissipated as he looked into her green eyes. He growled softly and pulled her into his arms. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Willow whispered softly into his ears.
//You made the right choice, Little Tree. Take care of him. // Willow smiled into Spike’s body as she heard the words inside her head.
Angel watched as Xander shook his head sadly at the romantic display on the couch and then moved away from him and disappeared down the hallway. Taking an unnecessary breath, Angel turned around and bit into the blood bag. After draining it, and throwing it away, the vampire turned his attention to the coffee pot.
Five minutes later he left the kitchen, a cup of coffee in his hands and he braved the hallway, and what lay beyond it.
“Good luck.” The words were softly spoke by the petite redhead and he turned around to see the sincerity in her eyes before she returned her attention to his Childe.
Nodding his thanks to no one in particular, Angel walked down the hallway and hesitated only slightly at the bedroom door. Knocking softly, Angel wondered briefly if Xander would ignore him.
His fear was quickly abated as the door swung open. The breath he didn’t need caught in his throat as he saw Xander standing there, wearing just a pair of jeans, and nothing else.
Angel’s eyes trailed from the bare feet to the jean-clad legs, up to the button fly, with the top button undone. His eyes continued their trek along his bare chest, to stop on the scar, for brief seconds, before continuing on to his delectable neck, and finally resting his eyes on Xander’s face.
Xander’s eyes bore into Angel’s as he stepped aside and allowed him to enter the bedroom. Xander took the offered coffee and smiled briefly.
“We need to talk.” Angel looked around the bedroom and smiled inwardly at the things littering the room.
Xander looked up. “So you said.” Xander walked into the bathroom, set the mug down and turned on the shower. After a second, he returned. “I’m gonna jump in the shower.” Xander hesitated. “Unless you want to join me?” He grinned at Angel lewdly.
Angel froze for a second, his mind coming up with all kinds of things they could do in the shower. Shaking his head from the thoughts, Angel focused on Xander. “No, I’ll wait.”
Xander shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He turned around and stripped off his pants, bending over as he pulled them off of his legs before walking back into the bathroom and stepping under the water.
Angel sat down on the bed and groaned to himself. He was so tempted to climb into that shower with Xander, but he knew he couldn’t. Not if he wanted to talk to Xander. And he knew he needed to talk to him, before anything else happened between them.
He sat on the bed and thought about what it was he wanted to say. What he wanted to happen. Before he had even realized it, the water had stopped and Xander came walking out, with a towel wrapped around his waist, and another hung around his neck.
Xander looked at the vampire on his bed and sighed. A part of him had hoped the vampire would have left. He didn’t want to have this conversation. Turning away from Angel, Xander walked to his dresser and pulled out some clothes.
After he had dressed, Xander looked questioningly at Angel. “Well?”
Angel looked into Xander’s dark eyes. He saw something in there he was almost too afraid to define. “I…” He sighed needlessly. “I’m not sure what to say.”
Xander sat down next to Angel and ran a hand through his still wet hair. “What do you want, Angel?”
“You.” The word was spoken quietly. “I want you.”
Xander’s eyes widened slightly. “Me? For what?”
“For nothing. I just want you.” He paused, hesitating before he spoke next. “Come back with me.”
Xander opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Of all the things he expected Angel to say, that was, nowhere on the list. “You… want me to come to LA… with you?” Xander asked. Angel nodded. “As what?”
Angel turned his body slightly and placed one of his cool hands over one of Xander’s warmer ones, still slightly damp from the shower. “As whatever you want. Friend, lover…” He paused again, looking deep into Xander’s eyes.
“What will I do?” Xander asked, while still looking into Angel’s dark eyes.
“Whatever you want.” Angel leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on Xander’s lips, his tongue licking the surface of the mortal’s lips.
Xander opened his mouth in invitation and sucked Angel’s tongue into the warm cavern, devour it with such intensity, Angel became dizzy. Xander pulled away after several long moments and looked into the glazed eyes which hovered somewhere between brown and golden.
“Okay. I’ll come with you. As for the rest, we’ll figure it out… together.”
Angel smiled. “Together.”
Xander pushed Angel down along the bed and neither man said anything further, for a long time.