Spike's Gift #2

[jasonsnene]

 Title:  Spike's Gift
Author:  Jasonsnene
Rating:  NC17
Characters:  Spike, Angel, Riley, Graham
Warnings:  M/M, Tort, BDSM, N/C, probably others.
Disclaimer:  I don't own the characters associated with this story and don't make any money from it.
Summary:  Angel decides to get revenge against the Initiative for their treatment of Spike
Feedback:  Keeps me encouraged to add more

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Part 2:

Hours later, Angel slid into the shadows, watching his prey. The human’s senses were good. He knew that someone or something was there but he couldn’t find Angel. Not when Angel didn’t want to be found. Angel watched him look around, secure in the knowledge that he could protect himself against the threat, if only he could figure out just where the threat were coming from. He wouldn’t be able to protect himself against Angel.

 

Angel just watched, sliding silently along, keeping his eyes on the man whose eyes searched the shadows in vain. He felt the rage begin to flow through his body, roaring for release. Begging to take this man, this human, and make him pay.

 

It took a lot for Angel to return to the old ways. He was set in his role as Champion, saving humans from the demons and vampires that sought to destroy them. He rescued humans who got themselves in too deep and innocent bystanders, caught up in a world they didn’t know existed. He saved them, sometimes one at a time, sometimes entire groups. It was his mission, his purpose, and he was good at it. But there was one thing he couldn’t save the humans from: themselves.

 

Seeing his childe after the Initiative had their little fun was enough to pull Angelus from his slumber and Angel felt the sharp demand for vengeance. No one touched his childe but him. Spike was his and these humans would pay. He held himself still as the man turned and glanced in his direction.

 

Angel knew of the torture and the chip. He knew that his childe was depending on the slayer and the watcher for everything, including his meals. He waited, knowing that Spike wouldn’t want his help right away. His childe was independent and liked to solve his problems on his own. But when Spike showed up on his doorstep, haggard and weary, a broken vampire where his once proud childe stood, Angel snapped. He would take care of his childe. Then he would take care of those responsible.

 

The Initiative was fortunate that Angel was still in some control of his demon. Otherwise the entire structure would be filled with corpses and burned to the ground. He didn’t need them all though, just the one. The one who would make his revenge all the sweeter and his childe would be pleased to have a new toy, one provided with his Sire’s blessing. Even his soul could manage his plan, demon and soul in agreement for once. 

 

The human continued to glance over his shoulder. Angel continued to stalk, watching his prey, feeling the fear and tension build in the man. He wouldn’t take him tonight. No, Angel wanted him afraid, jumping at shadows. He wanted the fear and tension to build to unbearable strength, weakening the human, making him vulnerable, so that when he finally struck it would almost be a relief. No more guessing, no more wondering what the threat was. Angel could be patient.  

 

Another man approached. Tall, with dark blonde hair and a sculpted face, and on another night, Angel would be tempted. Tempted to use him for his pleasure and drain him dry just to torment his prey that much more. But for now, he would just play. As the men separated, Angel pulled from the shadows and grabbed the blonde. 

 

“Tell him I’m watching. Tell him I’m coming for him.” He whispered his dark words into the man’s ear and felt his breath catch and his body tense. The temptation was there, calling to him, to take and feed, but he needed this message sent. Angel needed to move this along a little faster. He wanted to drag it out for weeks, months, to torment the human so much more than he would be able to in this short amount of time. He held back though. His childe needed him, was waiting for him.

 

He released the human and with a burst of speed, vanished into the shadows before the human could draw a shaky breath. Angel chuckled as he watched the human glance around in confusion, holding his sore neck. If only he could take him, make the beautiful blonde man pay as well. It was a thought, a tickle to his fury: a pair, one for him and one for Spike, to slake their rage and feed their demons. The revenge would be so much sweeter.

 

Angel watched as the man ran off in the direction his prey had vanished moments earlier. He returned his focus to his prey and began tracking the man through the night again. Good, Angel thought. Let him know that the threat is real. I’m out here waiting and watching, watching you both.

 

The next night, Angel watched in amusement as his prey wandered the night, trying to draw him out. Like he couldn’t sense the other soldiers, trying to hide in the shadows around him, waiting for him to show himself. His prey was twitchy and smelled of fear. The man had no clue just what he was up against. Angel smiled into the night again. 

 

He waited until they had been out for hours before he struck. He found a soldier, separated from the group, taking a piss in the brush. Angel was behind him before he could zip up, grabbed the man’s open pants and jerked them down around his ankle’s. Before he could gasp his surprise, Angel stuffed his handkerchief in the man’s mouth, muffling his attempts to yell for help. Laughing to himself, he ripped off the sleeves to the man’s shirt and used them to tie him to a tree, leaving his pants down and his dick flapping in the breeze.

 

He whispered into the man’s ear before leaving, told him that he wasn’t the one he wanted and that he should tell his prey to be more careful with his friends. Laughing he melted back into the darkness, waiting for this one to be discovered.

 

His blonde beauty was out here again tonight and Angel realized he was one of them, one of the one’s who hurt Spike. The thought fueled his rage even further and he vowed to play with the blonde before he captured his prey. Maybe the pretty one would be his final message. They seemed close, maybe hurting the pretty one would put him right over the edge.

 

He watched when they finally found the man tied to the tree. Heard him whisper Angel’s message to his prey and saw his prey stiffen at the words. This was going to be fun.

 

On the third night, the prey stayed in so Angel watched and left his message carved into the door of his building. On the fourth night, they were back out again. All of the little friends searching the shadows, staying in groups now. He picked them off, one by one, until only his prey was left, standing alone in the darkness. The man called out to them, and called again, more desperately when no one answered. 

 

They were all alive. Just unconscious and propped against the trees. Angel didn’t even wait around until he found them, the fun part was over. He saw the fear multiply and the panic spread. Not much longer now. 

 

By the fifth night, Angel was getting bored. He watched his prey surrounded by men and heard his taunts ring out into the night. Did he think that Angel was stupid? His taunts were meaningless. A little funny though when Angel thought about it. “If you want me, come and get me.” Oh he would, he would get him very soon.

 

The opportunity came late on the sixth night. Angel sat silently watching, watching the little men scurry around, shining lights into the darkness, all of them terrified of what he would do next. They obviously didn’t realize that he was going to get the prey regardless of their silly attempts to stop him.

 

When his pretty one came up to the prey, he swept down towards them and with one punch the pretty one was down. The prey screamed, “Graham”, and Angel knew the pretty one’s name. He stalked towards the prey, letting his rage come out and be seen in his eyes, his true face flashed in the darkness. “Hello, Riley.”

 

The whispered words caused the prey to panic and he jerked for a weapon. Angel knocked it from his hand and grabbed him by the neck. “You’ve been a very bad boy, hurting my childe, crippling him. You’re going to have to pay for that.” With his words, he saw realization come into Riley’s eyes and he struck, his fist connecting with a sharp crack and Riley was down. 

 

Then he scooped Riley up and tossed him over his shoulder and grabbed the collar of Graham’s shirt and pulled him along behind. Angel couldn’t resist the opportunity to torment the pretty one a little longer. Within moments, they disappeared into the night. When the guard returned, they were no where to be found and no messages arrived that night. They all supposed that the disappearance of two of their highest ranking soldiers was message enough. 

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