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tamingthemuseAUTHOR: Salustra
E-MAIL: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com
TITLE: Victory Verse 18- Confrontations
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Spike/Angelus
CONTENT: nothing really ; NOTE: new POV in second section but quickly evident from context who it is.
SUMMARY: Time to talk to Lindsey. Eighteen in the Victory Verse. Done for tamingthemuse #375 - Blessing.
Distribution: Various lists, Ao3, My livejournal - http://salustra.livejournal.com/ ; and the website Weird Romances- http://www.freewebs.com/salustra/wr/index.html . No posting elsewhere without express permission please.
SPOILERS: Through Angel S5 x11 - "Damage"
DISCLAIMER: Playing wit the boys, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us! (or, in more formal language-
Copyright Disclaimer I do not own any characters, products or services depicted in this story which you recognize. Original characters/characterization and plot are mine. Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel The Series characters are OOC and I cite section 107 of the US copyright clause on 'fair use' to be found HERE
Principally this is a transformative work, for enjoyment only, has a selective audience and I make no profit. )
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 1,179 words.
Previous Parts- Victory Verse Masterlist ; and Victory Verse at Ao3 .
worksafe banner beneath the cut (bare male chests only) -
It was really not until today I fully appreciated the usefulness of pettiness and pique. I was annoyed at Andrew for having slept with my boy, for having the gall to be that familiar with him, for being Rupert's pet Watcher. So I set a team on him. I hadn't planned to beforehand. It was pure spite. And apparently the infernal powers are watching over me because we found out about this little bombshell of information he was given. The team is coming in to report, I told them nothing filed, nothing electronic til they speak to me in person. And then I had to do the little thing I've been doing when I need to conduct business without Spike present, so to speak. I drug his blood. Not hard to do as I feed it to him.
After he was out I had the team come in. They've learned not to comment on or notice Spike. Well-trained bunch, they'd make good minions. I've told some of them so and they don't normally seem to accept this as a compliment. "So who told him? Let me see the video."
"Well, sir...ummm....the other person doesn't show up on video. We couldn't even hear him on our remote listening devices. If we hadn't had someone close enough to actually hear and see, well..."
So I sat back and listened to the report, and asked some sharp questions. Finally I growled a little. "Excellent job, team. You're all in for bonuses and paid vacation, immediately. However, tonight did not happen. No reports of any sort are to be filed anywhere. If questioned by someone of higher authority than myself, which pretty much means the Senior Partners, you can tell them what I ordered you to do. They'll come after me. But if you disobey I'll go to work on you slow, I can take a full year to kill someone. And I haven't even tried it in the modern age, so many more new ways to torture. Got me?"
A chorus of 'Yes Sirs!" and enthusiastic nods came from the team. "Now take off, enjoy your vacations."
After they left I stroked the hair of my unconscious boy. He'd wake soon. Damn that wretched little worm Lindsey. If Spike ever found out I killed little Watcher boy he'd be upset and I'd have to make sure Lindsey was available to feel his pain. Spike and I had some good old-fashioned tracking to do tonight. It should be fun.
~ ~ ~ ~
"Lindsey? Lindsey motha-fucking-McDonald is back with some kind of weird protective tattoo shit?" This was Gunn cursing. My, he must be upset, I had not heard him use language like this in a long time.
"So it would seem, Charles," I said. "And the symbols as described sound Enochian. Quite clever. The question is what we should do about it now that he is here."
Angelus' eyes fixed on me. They glittered and I could not be quite sure if he was interested or mistrustful. "Spike and I are tracking him down. If you want to come along, Wes, there's always room in the van." Odd, his voice didn't sound upset. It was almost ...salacious. Could he be suggesting? No, no possibly.
I furrowed my brow in apparent concentration. "If he's used magic to conceal himself he might have facility with it for other purposes. Perhaps it's best I come along."
"Well if you're coming I'm coming," Fred said.
I was about to object when Angelus, oddly enough, intervened. "Fred, I'm going to need you ready with medical, he'll need to be checked immediately when we get him back to make sure he's clean medically and not bringing in any other little surprises." Fred nodded crisply to this and smiled, and Angelus looked over at Spike. Interesting. I filed that fact away to ponder on later.
"Well you know I'm coming, English," Gunn said.
I had to chuckle. "Well of course, Charles. Given your regard for Lindsey it's only natural." This earned me a laugh in return. We all had to be careful. We'd spoken, briefly and in hushed tones in the few surveillance-dead zones of the Wolfram and Hart building, about this. Spike had laid himself down to keep us safe, we weren't going to endanger him unless no choice was left to us.
And thus far, for an evil mastermind, Angelus was proving irritatingly well-behaved. Nothing to break his hold on Spike. Worse. Lorne had more or less declared himself a neutral in this and refused to even attend meetings without 'the Big Guy's ' direct orders.
I blamed myself to some degree. I had tunnel vision where Angel was concerned and his initial reaction to Spike colored mine. I'd kept him at arm's length for entirely too long. Fred and Lorne had both been right about him, he was both trustworthy and loyal to a fault. Little wonder he took what affection he could, even from Angelus. I personally decided I owed it to him to try to figure out his escape. He shouldn't have to shoulder this burden alone. If there had been any blessing in all this, we'd all taken the measure of the others and learned who each of us truly was inside.
~ ~ ~ ~
We were out on the hunt. Pity Spike had never met Lindsey, so I was the only one with the scent. But I could scent him. He'd been out recently enough. He at least would be useful when we found Lindsey. I was not so sure about the others. But they were in the van, and we were on the streets. I'd tracked Darla across the city by scent before, so I was confident I could find the little snake.
Spike slid in behind me and behind my left shoulder, to be out of the way for unlimbering my sword. The changes happened subtly as we moved, but he reverted into much older ways. Our steps and glances synchronized. My awareness of him increased so I didn't even have to look at him to know if he looked at me or gestured for my attention. Then there was a click and I could feel his senses feed into mine and everything was sharper.
There! I had him. We were hot on the scent and the van was hard-pressed to keep up with us. We weren't burning, weren't pulling an all-out run, but we were moving faster than we generally let humans see us run. In no time at all we were at a small unassuming house, and Spike tapped my shoulder, and whispered, "Eve."
I nodded. The little harlot had her scent everywhere here. The place reeked to a vampire's senses of sweat, pizza, and sex. We decided on the direct approach. Silent count, 1,2,3, and inside. A sleeping Lindsey roused up out of sleep but I was already on him and Spike was gagging him and slapping on shackles. We dragged him out and shoved him in the van. He had a lot to answer for.
E-MAIL: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com
TITLE: Victory Verse 18- Confrontations
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Spike/Angelus
CONTENT: nothing really ; NOTE: new POV in second section but quickly evident from context who it is.
SUMMARY: Time to talk to Lindsey. Eighteen in the Victory Verse. Done for tamingthemuse #375 - Blessing.
Distribution: Various lists, Ao3, My livejournal - http://salustra.livejournal.com/ ; and the website Weird Romances- http://www.freewebs.com/salustra/wr/index.html . No posting elsewhere without express permission please.
SPOILERS: Through Angel S5 x11 - "Damage"
DISCLAIMER: Playing wit the boys, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us! (or, in more formal language-
Copyright Disclaimer I do not own any characters, products or services depicted in this story which you recognize. Original characters/characterization and plot are mine. Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel The Series characters are OOC and I cite section 107 of the US copyright clause on 'fair use' to be found HERE
Principally this is a transformative work, for enjoyment only, has a selective audience and I make no profit. )
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 1,179 words.
Previous Parts- Victory Verse Masterlist ; and Victory Verse at Ao3 .
worksafe banner beneath the cut (bare male chests only) -
It was really not until today I fully appreciated the usefulness of pettiness and pique. I was annoyed at Andrew for having slept with my boy, for having the gall to be that familiar with him, for being Rupert's pet Watcher. So I set a team on him. I hadn't planned to beforehand. It was pure spite. And apparently the infernal powers are watching over me because we found out about this little bombshell of information he was given. The team is coming in to report, I told them nothing filed, nothing electronic til they speak to me in person. And then I had to do the little thing I've been doing when I need to conduct business without Spike present, so to speak. I drug his blood. Not hard to do as I feed it to him.
After he was out I had the team come in. They've learned not to comment on or notice Spike. Well-trained bunch, they'd make good minions. I've told some of them so and they don't normally seem to accept this as a compliment. "So who told him? Let me see the video."
"Well, sir...ummm....the other person doesn't show up on video. We couldn't even hear him on our remote listening devices. If we hadn't had someone close enough to actually hear and see, well..."
So I sat back and listened to the report, and asked some sharp questions. Finally I growled a little. "Excellent job, team. You're all in for bonuses and paid vacation, immediately. However, tonight did not happen. No reports of any sort are to be filed anywhere. If questioned by someone of higher authority than myself, which pretty much means the Senior Partners, you can tell them what I ordered you to do. They'll come after me. But if you disobey I'll go to work on you slow, I can take a full year to kill someone. And I haven't even tried it in the modern age, so many more new ways to torture. Got me?"
A chorus of 'Yes Sirs!" and enthusiastic nods came from the team. "Now take off, enjoy your vacations."
After they left I stroked the hair of my unconscious boy. He'd wake soon. Damn that wretched little worm Lindsey. If Spike ever found out I killed little Watcher boy he'd be upset and I'd have to make sure Lindsey was available to feel his pain. Spike and I had some good old-fashioned tracking to do tonight. It should be fun.
~ ~ ~ ~
"Lindsey? Lindsey motha-fucking-McDonald is back with some kind of weird protective tattoo shit?" This was Gunn cursing. My, he must be upset, I had not heard him use language like this in a long time.
"So it would seem, Charles," I said. "And the symbols as described sound Enochian. Quite clever. The question is what we should do about it now that he is here."
Angelus' eyes fixed on me. They glittered and I could not be quite sure if he was interested or mistrustful. "Spike and I are tracking him down. If you want to come along, Wes, there's always room in the van." Odd, his voice didn't sound upset. It was almost ...salacious. Could he be suggesting? No, no possibly.
I furrowed my brow in apparent concentration. "If he's used magic to conceal himself he might have facility with it for other purposes. Perhaps it's best I come along."
"Well if you're coming I'm coming," Fred said.
I was about to object when Angelus, oddly enough, intervened. "Fred, I'm going to need you ready with medical, he'll need to be checked immediately when we get him back to make sure he's clean medically and not bringing in any other little surprises." Fred nodded crisply to this and smiled, and Angelus looked over at Spike. Interesting. I filed that fact away to ponder on later.
"Well you know I'm coming, English," Gunn said.
I had to chuckle. "Well of course, Charles. Given your regard for Lindsey it's only natural." This earned me a laugh in return. We all had to be careful. We'd spoken, briefly and in hushed tones in the few surveillance-dead zones of the Wolfram and Hart building, about this. Spike had laid himself down to keep us safe, we weren't going to endanger him unless no choice was left to us.
And thus far, for an evil mastermind, Angelus was proving irritatingly well-behaved. Nothing to break his hold on Spike. Worse. Lorne had more or less declared himself a neutral in this and refused to even attend meetings without 'the Big Guy's ' direct orders.
I blamed myself to some degree. I had tunnel vision where Angel was concerned and his initial reaction to Spike colored mine. I'd kept him at arm's length for entirely too long. Fred and Lorne had both been right about him, he was both trustworthy and loyal to a fault. Little wonder he took what affection he could, even from Angelus. I personally decided I owed it to him to try to figure out his escape. He shouldn't have to shoulder this burden alone. If there had been any blessing in all this, we'd all taken the measure of the others and learned who each of us truly was inside.
~ ~ ~ ~
We were out on the hunt. Pity Spike had never met Lindsey, so I was the only one with the scent. But I could scent him. He'd been out recently enough. He at least would be useful when we found Lindsey. I was not so sure about the others. But they were in the van, and we were on the streets. I'd tracked Darla across the city by scent before, so I was confident I could find the little snake.
Spike slid in behind me and behind my left shoulder, to be out of the way for unlimbering my sword. The changes happened subtly as we moved, but he reverted into much older ways. Our steps and glances synchronized. My awareness of him increased so I didn't even have to look at him to know if he looked at me or gestured for my attention. Then there was a click and I could feel his senses feed into mine and everything was sharper.
There! I had him. We were hot on the scent and the van was hard-pressed to keep up with us. We weren't burning, weren't pulling an all-out run, but we were moving faster than we generally let humans see us run. In no time at all we were at a small unassuming house, and Spike tapped my shoulder, and whispered, "Eve."
I nodded. The little harlot had her scent everywhere here. The place reeked to a vampire's senses of sweat, pizza, and sex. We decided on the direct approach. Silent count, 1,2,3, and inside. A sleeping Lindsey roused up out of sleep but I was already on him and Spike was gagging him and slapping on shackles. We dragged him out and shoved him in the van. He had a lot to answer for.
