New Order Chapter 7

[jasonsnene]

Title:  New Order Part 7/41 (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


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Previous parts here

Angel wasn’t happy to send Spike off alone to rescue Xander.  He knew his childe was more than capable but it grated that he couldn’t be there to help.  The masters who caused this disruption were in for more than an ass kicking.  He refused to think that Spike wouldn’t be successful but would make sure these vampires took up as little of his time as possible.  He planned to be available if Spike needed his help with Xander.

Just the thought of what he saw of Xander in the vision set his temper off again.  Angel was pissed.  And when Angel was pissed he let Angelus out to play just a little more than usual.  Angelus was even more protective than Angel of those he considered his and to know that these vamps not only threatened his operation but threatened Xander with their ridiculous distraction?  Angel growled long and low at the thought and the minions following him shivered in terror.  They had never seen their master this angry.

The team from earlier was waiting for his approach.  They also heard his angry growl and hoped he would not take his temper out on them.  Angel didn’t even pause to acknowledge their presence.  He kicked open the door they were surrounding and headed into the building.  The first vamp he came to didn’t even see him coming and was a pile of dust before he could turn.  The next two knew he was there but could do nothing to stop him as he planted stakes in both of their hearts.

Angel could hear his team running behind him to keep up with his furious pace.  He had taken out two more vamps before they caught up to him.  His movements were fast, combining vampire speed with his fury.  Nothing would live that got in his way.

The main room of the building was filled with twenty minions.  Angel didn’t sense a master in the group and nodded to his minions to begin taking them out.  They followed his unspoken command with swift efficiency, dusting several before his nod was completely finished. 

Allowing his senses to stretch out, Angel finally felt the tingle of power that belonged to another master.  He turned and headed for the far door as the fighting in the main room continued.  Only one of the minions in the main room was dumb enough to get in his way.  Angel’s fist to his chest sent the vampire flying through the air.  The other minions felt his power and backed quickly out of his way.

There was more than one master here.  Angel could sense them the closer he came to the door.  He kicked open the door and prepared to dust anything that got in his way.  The masters were not part of any groups loyal to him and were still young in their powers.  Masters enough to be a pain in his ass but no where near strong enough to be a true threat.

He approached them without caution, pausing only when he was within striking distance.  “Do you know who I am?” he asked in the low voice that those who knew him knew meant danger.

“Sure.” Master idiot number one replied with a smirk.  “You’re the big bad Angel.” 

Angel slammed his fist into the vamps face, shattering several bones and causing the vampire to howl in distress.  A knife slid from his sleeve and into his hand faster than any human could see.  Angel swiped it through the neck of the vampire, severing his head with one blow and turning him to dust.

He turned to the second.  “Do you know who I am?”

The second was smarter and dropped to his knees.  “Yes, Master.” His reply saved his life.  Angel lifted him up by his neck.  “You have put ones who belong to me in danger and will suffer the consequences.  You now belong to me.  If you have a problem with this, tell me now and I’m sure I can find a way to help you decide.”

The vampire clutched frantically at his neck.  “I belong to you Master.”

Angel threw him to the ground.  “Good.  Follow me.”

His team subdued the few vampires remaining in the room. They turned to watch as one of their masters followed this very powerful vampire with his head bowed.  They all turned to Angel as he spoke.  “Your master belongs to me.  You all belong to me.  You will all suffer the consequences of the actions that have brought me here”  Then he turned and walked away. 

His team quickly gathered up the vampires and the now subdued master and led them all outside to the waiting vehicles.  They didn’t need Angel to tell them that all of these vampires would be punished for their actions.  Angel had taken other groups into theirs in the same way. 

Once Angel claimed a group of vampires as his, they were all punished for their actions prior to the claiming.  If they survived the punishment, they were welcomed as members of Angel’s clan.  Their loyalty now belonged to Angel.  These new vampires would learn the same lessons they all learned.  Their master would show no mercy to anyone who threatened his people and was powerful enough to back up his threats. 

In the vampire world, this show of power and force was admired.  Those who were accepted into Angel’s clan had the power of his name to back them.  As Angel’s power continued to grow, and his reputation became more fierce, more vampires than ever were eager to prove their loyalty.  Surviving his punishments became a badge of honor among them.  

Angel’s thoughts had already left the master and his minions and were back on his true concern:  Xander and Spike.  He headed for the Hyperion, hoping that Spike would be there waiting for him.

His childe wasn’t there waiting but the minions in the lobby reported that the team was on their way back to the hotel.  They didn’t have any information for him except to say that Xander was alive. 

Angel knew if that’s all the information Spike had given them, then Xander wasn’t in great shape.  He hoped that Spike had done more than leave them in pieces.  His fury mounted again, wishing he struck the killing blows to anyone who laid a hand on Xander. Knowing his childe, it wasn’t something he had to worry about.

He paced the lobby waiting for their return.  Every car that drove by caused him to tense up.  Finally, he heard the sounds of the team unloading and before he could make it to the door, Spike burst through carrying Xander.

Angel was not prepared for the sight of Xander, carried unconscious in his childe’s arms.  He smelled the blood and knew it was more than the whipping he had witnessed in his vision.  The form wrapped in Spike’s duster was much paler than he should have been and although Angel could hear his heartbeat, slow and steady, he knew there were some wounds that frail human bodies didn’t recover from. 

Spike walked straight to Angel and placed his burden into his Sire’s arms.  They turned as one towards the stairs, neither sparing a backwards glance at the minions who watched them leave.


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