jasonsnene | New Order Chapter 1

Title: New Order Part 1/36 (and counting)
Author: Jasonsnene
Rating: NC17
Characters: Spike, Angel, Xander (others later)
Warnings: M/M, M/M/M, Torture, 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's world changed after the final battle. He and Spike still work to save L.A. but when Xander is the one who needs to be saved, how will their world be impacted.
Feedback: Keeps me encouraged to add more

A/N: This is the first fanfic I ever wrote and I'm still adding to it! Hope you enjoy.

This fic has not been betad.

Angel stood on the balcony of the Hyperion and looked down at the hotel lobby. The past year had changed his life in ways he couldn’t have imagined in his 200 plus years. He hadn’t expected to survive the battle with the Black Thorn. He’d meant for it to be his last hoorah, the final redemption for the atrocities he’d committed as Angelus. Of course, it didn’t work out that way for him. Angel survived, and with his survival the world he knew disappeared.

One of the biggest changes was how he dealt with his demon. He was more at ease now with Angelus. During that final battle, he had let go of his control of his demon and felt Angelus cut down the hundreds of demons who rushed out of the open portal. As a result, he felt the demon more now and let the two sides of him work together to get a job done.

And there were still jobs to do. Creatures that made it past his team and into L.A. still had to be hunt down and destroyed. Other demons that did not conform to the new order were handled swiftly and efficiently. Then there were the visions. He still had his final gift from Cordelia, a way for the powers to get information to him. Not that he wanted to communicate with them anymore, after the debacle that was his last few years in L.A., but he figured it kept the new team busy.

Of course the team was changed. Wesley died before he had reached the open portal. Lorne left for parts unknown after he killed Lindsey. Gunn had made a surprising dent in the demons that spilled from the portal but in the end the human just couldn’t keep up. Illyria had disappeared into the fray, thrilled at a battle that matched her skills and kept her from dying of sheer boredom in the hell that L.A. was to her.

And then there was Spike, his wayward childe. The childe who always seemed to survive and now worked closely with Angel not only to help with the constant stream of supernatural crises that erupted in L.A., but also to keep control over the minions who flocked to Angel’s side. It wasn’t long after the portal closed that they began showing up. Angel and Spike returned to the Hyperion and were soon surrounded by lower level vampires.

Angel’s master vampire status became like a siren’s call to the often master-less vampires who lived in his town. They would do anything he asked, no questions asked, and Angel enjoyed the power they gave him. Angel’s demon very much liked having so many vamps eager and willing for his control. Spike was always there to keep him in check, to keep him balanced between his soul and demons desires. Of course, Spike enjoyed having minions around to do his biding much more than Angel enjoyed having them constantly underfoot.

His new team was mostly made up of these vampires who were searching for a master, someone to control them and lead them through the complex vampire society. Other vampires felt no guilt in destroying an entire nest of vampires because of the actions of one. Angel usually agreed but began to take in those who were without masters and those whose masters were not smart enough to conform to the rules Angel laid down. This was now his town more than ever and anyone who didn’t follow was quickly destroyed.

Wolfram and Hart was still around as well, although it didn’t function in the same capacity. After the senior partners had been so thoroughly defeated, the remaining staff didn’t know where to turn. The staff were accustomed to dealing with Angel’s idiosyncrasies in his years as their leader and continued to provide him with research and support as needed. Angel didn’t want to remain at their offices but still ran the division from the Hyperion. Then there were the perks, so many that he enjoyed and didn’t want to part with. He kept cars and the helicopter here at the hotel and only returned to the offices for the occasional meeting.

Angel didn’t seem to mind that not as many employees left these meetings as entered them. He and Spike brooked no disobedience with his former employees. And most quickly realized which way the wind blew and learned to do exactly as the master vampire requested. Those who didn’t Angel turned over to Spike’s tender care. After a round with his childe, he didn’t have many problems.

Some days Angel missed his friends. The loss of Cordelia, Fred, Wesley and Gunn left his soul hardened to affection. He would only allow Spike close to him now. His childe had finally proven himself to Angel and was now reaping the rewards of being with his Sire. Spike was stronger now and dedicated to Angel like no one else had ever been. His Spike, always searching for someone to devote himself, whom he could love freely and who would appreciate all of the talents the vampire possessed. Angel was now that person for Spike.

Angel continued to watch the lobby from his perch on the balcony. His minions were preparing to take down a nest of vamps that were not cooperating with his directives. Failure to cooperate meant that they would be destroyed. Angel hoped that before much longer he would stop having to make examples of entire nests. The vampires who chose to not come to him for service were not eager to comply with his demands. They were so busy fighting the call of his power that they made stupid choices. Like the current nest. They must have lost their collective minds to target one of his employees. But the plot to gather information about him through his employee was revealed and they wouldn’t be a problem much longer.

Spike should be returning soon from his latest mission and Angel considered sending him to deal with the idiot nest. Angel learned early on that Spike dealt better with demons than he did. Angel simply didn’t have the patience but Spike enjoyed the game. Angel simply told him what outcome he desired and Spike made it happen. He hadn’t failed yet, although some of his victories had been rather bloody. His Spike did enjoy a good fight.

As he watched, the object of his thoughts entered the lobby pulling three disgruntled looking Kor’Chuk demons on a leash. Spike dropped the leash, muttered stay under his breath to the demons and lifted his eyes to Angel. It never ceased to amaze him that Spike could find him without even trying, that he could lift his eyes to find Angel wherever he was in a room.

Spike approached Angel with a smug grin and dropped to one knee once he reached his side. “Sire”, he purred “I brought three Kor’Chuk’s for you to use as warriors for the next year. Their leader apologizes profusely for offending the leader of the Aurelius clan and offers their services as payment for his indiscretion. He promises to serve you better in the future.”

“Childe”, Angel responded, “You have served me well as always. Return to your rooms to await your next orders.” Angel gave Spike a small grin to show he was pleased with the performance his childe had given. Although Angel generally preferred to be informal with Spike, when they were surrounded by demons and minions, Spike loved to set an example to show how one should treat their Sire. The formality had served them well on several occasions as new minions were eager to prove their loyalty but most had no training in the old ways. Spike was single handedly retraining the minions just as he was taught when first turned. His childe insisted that all of the new additions to their group treated his Sire with the respect he deserved.

And in return, Angel made sure that Spike knew just how much he was appreciated.

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