Disclaimer: Buffy/Angel characters are not mine.
This fic contains graphic descriptions of torture and rape!
This fic contains MAJOR SPOILERS for the most recent ep of Angel and the wedding
ep of Buffy.
This fic was written while extremely upset at Angel: the Series. I am not
responsible for what I do while seeing red.
I Hate You, Deadboy
After breaking free of the hospital security guards, Angel ran. Neither knowing nor caring where, he ran. Finally, he stopped and looked around. He had no idea where he was. A car pulled up on the street near him.
“Fancy meeting you here, Deadboy,” came a familiar voice.
“Xander,” said Angel tiredly. “Go away.”
“Get in the car, Deadboy. You have no idea where you are,” Xander said firmly, leaning out the open window. “It’s not like I’m going to bite. That’s more your department.”
Angel heaved a world-weary sigh, but slipped into the passenger’s seat of the car. “How’d you know where I was?”
“I followed you from the hospital,” said Xander, discreetly slipping something into his hand.
“Why were you…”
Angel stopped talking as Xander pricked him with a hypodermic needle.
“What the hell did you just do?”
Xander laughed angrily. “Guess you’ll find out in a minute. It’s something Spike helped me with.”
Angel tried to grab at Xander, but was unable to move. “Spi-ike?” he asked thickly.
“Yeah, it’s a drug designed to immobilize vampires,” said Xander. “He swiped it from the Initiative. And then we played with it. Don’t worry, you should wake up in a couple hours. Should.”
Angel tried to protest, but slipped into darkness.
* * * *
Angel awoke to extreme discomfort. His arms felt as though they had been pulled from their sockets. He realized his arms were chained above his head and had been supporting his weight while he was unconscious. He tried to shift positions and discovered that the chains were placed so that he was unable to move from that stance. So he hung there and waited.
Xander walked back into the room he had left Angel in. The room was in the basement of an abandoned warehouse, not that far from the hospital housing Wesley. “Oh, good, you’re awake. Did you have a nice nap, Deadboy?”
“Stop calling me that? Why the hell are you here, Harris? Unchain me at once,” snarled Angel.
Xander snickered, “Now, now, Deadboy. I don’t think you’re the one calling the shots here.”
“What would your friends think?” asked Angel, trying to play on the boy’s sympathies.
“I don’t really care right now, Deadboy,” snapped Xander. “You’ve crossed the line, and now you have to pay.”
“You tell ‘im, Pet,” smirked Spike, slipping into the room with a camcorder. He busied himself setting it up, as Angel gaped at him in astonishment.
“Spike!” shouted Angel. “Tell him to unchain me.”
“Now why would I do that, Peaches?” asked Spike, genuinely surprised. “S’not like you don’t deserve this.”
“What are you talking about? Of course I don’t deserve this,” said Angel indignantly.
Xander stepped in before Spike could snap off a reply. “Oh, you totally deserve this, Deadboy. Every bit and more.”
“Why?”
Xander glanced back at Spike, “I think he wants an explanation, Spike.”
“Well, give him one, Pet. I’ve got the camera ready.”
Xander focused his attention on the hanging vampire. He lowered the chains just until Angel could rest his weight on his feet. “Well, Deadboy,” said Xander, stepping forward and poking the vampire in the chest to emphasize the syllables of the hated nickname, “I hate you. But you already knew that. But now I hate you for a totally different reason. I used to hate you because you were a cowardly pedophile. I mean, you’re like almost three hundred years old, and you dated a fifteen year old. Eww!”
Spike snickered at the pained look on Angel’s face.
“Shut up, Spike,” snarled the older vampire.
Xander grabbed a crowbar from a toy-filled table near the vampire and swung it across the vampire’s face, breaking Angel’s nose with an audible crack. “I will gag you,” he said menacingly. “You don’t talk to Spike, you don’t look at Spike. He does not belong to you anymore. He’s mine.”
Angel just stared at the boy, crimson blood dripping from his ruined nose. His eyes seethed with hatred and unasked questions.
Xander laughed at the vampire’s confusion. “Spike’s mine, we shag wherever, whenever, and however we want,” he said, watching the surprise (and was that jealousy?) bloom across Angel’s face. “Buffy knows, she’s cool with it. Hell, she was boffing him for a while there, too.”
“No,” growled Angel. He shifted into gameface, wincing when the change jarred his broken nose.
“She was,” said Spike, trying to sound casual. “We only broke up recently, and because she was using me.”
“You’re marrying Anya,” Angel said to Xander.
“Uh, that would be a big no,” said Xander, a quick flash of pain appeared in his eyes. “I left her at the alter and now she’s a vengeance demon again.” He narrowed his eyes and raised the crowbar menacingly. “Anyway, there will be no talking unless you are asked a question. Is that clear?”
Angel glared defiantly at Xander for a moment before growling, “Yes.”
“So, where was I?” asked Xander, with an evil gleam in his eyes.
“You were about to tell Peaches why he’s strung up, Pet,” offered Spike, lighting up a cigarette.
“Right, so I was.” Xander put the crowbar back down on the table and started lifting and examining some of the other ‘toys’ as he spoke. “Well, let’s see, do you know much about Wes’s life back in England?” Xander answered his own question, “No, of course you don’t, you couldn’t care less about him.” He picked up a silver knife and tested the edge, smiling at its sharpness. “Wes had a younger brother, you know. Kidnapped at age one and sold on the black market. By the Watcher’s Council of all people. Why would the Watchers be frightened of a little baby boy, Deadboy? Do you know?”
Angel had been watching the silver blade of the knife winking in the light, and jerked his gaze back to Xander. “N-no? Why?”
Xander stepped closer to the restrained vampire and snickered. He placed the tip of the knife at Angel’s collarbone and pushed it into the vampire’s skin, hard. Angel whimpered at the pain. Xander smiled evilly and drew the blade down, slicing through Angel’s shirt and scoring a deep line into the vampire’s chest. “I have no idea. I’ve never been able to find out. Back to the story. The child was taken to America and adopted. He grew up in an abusive home, berated and scorned. Mocked and depreciated for being such a failure, even more so because he was adopted. Never knew who he was until Wesley showed up.” Xander scored deep lines down the vampire’s arms, and watched the ruined shirt fall away from pale flesh. Xander placed the now bloody knife back on the table and picked up a scalpel. “Wesley was called to take control of the rogue slayer, but failed miserably. But at least he had found his missing brother, who had been compared against most of his life growing up. ‘If Alexander were here, he would have gotten a perfect score. Alexander would have done better. Why didn’t they take you instead of Alexander?’ Not a pleasant experience, I’m sure. Being shown up by someone who never even went through the training Wes did.”
Spike walked up to his Sire and stubbed his cigarette out on one of the vampire’s nipple. Angel hissed and tried to throw himself at his Childe. Spike vamped out, snarling, and raked his fingernails over the vampire’s eyes. Angel howled in pain and glared at his Childe through the blood that was now dripping from the scratches.
“Told you to leave him alone,” said Xander smugly. “Mine.” He reached for Spike and the two shared a brutal, passion-filled kiss that left Xander panting. He caught his breath and started carving into Angel’s chest with the scalpel. “Have you figured it out yet, Deadboy? Who Wes’s brother is?” When Angel did not answer, Xander grabbed a corkscrew from the table and, jabbing into the vampire’s chest directly over the heart, began twisting it into Angel’s flesh viciously.
“You,” ground out Angel through the pain. “It has to be you.”
“Very perceptive,” said Xander. He stopped twisting the corkscrew, but left it embedded in Angel’s chest. “There we have it, I’m Wesley’s brother. Changed my on my way to visit him. Thought he’d like that, knowing that I had claimed the name that rightfully mine. But, that’s not all, you know.”
“Of course not, there’s always more, isn’t there?” muttered Angel nastily.
Xander pulled on the corkscrew, tearing flesh as it tried to break free of the skin trapping it. “Did I say you could talk?” He then twisted the corkscrew in further, piercing the vampire’s heart. Xander grabbed his scalpel again and finished the design on Angel’s chest. “Well, Spike, luv, what do you think?”
Spike surveyed the bloody carving, and smirked. Angel’s chest now read ‘Deadboy AKA Peaches, Property of Xander Windham-Pryce and William the Bloody.’ “Beautiful, luv,” he went over to the camcorder and zoomed in on the bloodied chest.
Xander turned back to Angel and cocked his head, “Y’know, it needs something.” He positioned the scalpel under the words and carved a railroad spike held by a gauntlet. “Since I am ‘the White Knight’ and all,” he said when Angel tried to look at his bloody chest. “A gauntlet is only fitting. And a spike for Spike.” Xander grinned at Angel, “Want to know what I wrote?” Angel nodded warily. “ ‘Deadboy AKA Peaches, Property of Xander Windham-Pryce and William the Bloody.’ ”
Spike laughed at the face Angel made and zoomed the camera back out to where had been. “Keep goin’, Pet. He’s gonna love the next bit of the story.”
Xander set the scalpel down and picked up another knife. He motioned for Spike to join him. Spike hurried over, grabbing a railroad spike from the table. The two spun Angel in his chains, so that his unmarked back was facing them. Angel bit back a howl at the pain this caused in his arms. “So, I was checking out the Windham-Pryce family tree the other day. Wes e-mailed it me,” he explained, as he and Spike began carving random designs into the vampire’s back. “And waaay back, you know what I found?”
“What?” asked Angel before Xander could inflict ‘punishment’ for not answering.
Xander smirked at Spike and shoved his knife into the small of Angel’s back, giggling at the grunt this caused. He started wiggling the knife as he answered the vampire’s question, “Cecily St. Martin.”
“Who’s she?” came the pain-filled response.
Spike rammed his railroad spike into Angel’s left lung. “The bloody reason I got turned, you ponce. Cecily! She was the reason I was wandering the bloody streets that late at night.”
“Oh,” gasped Angel.
“Time for phase two,” said Xander. Spike took his knife and put it on the table, along with the spike and handed Xander a hypodermic needle. Xander took it. The two spun Angel back into his original position. Xander giggled and said, “Now, this may hurt a little,” as he plunged the needle into Angel’s arm.
Spike snickered at the stricken look on his Sire’s face. “Don’t worry, Peaches. It’s only an immobilizer. We want you nice and aware for this next part.”
Angel moaned in agonized relief when his arms were unshackled, and he fell to the floor in an ungainly heap. Xander moved him so that he was on his stomach, while Spike repositioned the camera to accommodate the change in angle. Spike rejoined Xander, and the two removed the rest of Angel’s blood-soaked clothes, then shed their own.
When he felt hands divesting him of his pants, Angel growled, loudly. Xander pressed his hand down on Angel’s back, pushing his chest into the floor, causing the still embedded corkscrew to radiate pain. “C’mon, Deadboy, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“No,” whimpered Angel.
“Why not?” Xander sounded puzzled. He grabbed something out of his pants pocket. “I mean, you’ve done these exact same things to hundreds of innocent people, so you must have enjoyed it then.”
“Dif’rent,” grunted the vampire, as Xander straddled his back.
“How?”
“I was… inflicting the pain then,” he gasped, before howling in agony.
Xander smirked and continued to rub salt into the wounds on Angel’s back. “Oh, I’m sorry, Deadboy. I thought you might like a nice, soothing back massage. Guess I was wrong.”
Spike leaned over and kissed Xander, wrapping one hand in the boy’s hair while using his other hand to trace the salt-filled contusions. He pulled back, and stared at the erotic picture before him. “Do it, Pet,” he moaned.
Xander wrenched Spike back for another kiss before thrusting savagely into the prove vampire underneath him. Angel screamed. “Whatsa’matter, Deadboy? You don’t like that? I know you used to do this to Spike,” said Xander, thrusting cruelly into the unmoving vampire.
Angel whimpered, “…hurts…”
“Like a bitch, I’m sure,” smirked Spike, leisurely stroking himself, while Xander pounded into Angel. “When’s the last time you bent over for someone?”
Xander removed himself completely from the vampire’s bleeding passage, then slammed back in full force. He screamed as he came into the cool channel and collapsed on Angel’s back, pushing the corkscrew further into Angel’s heart. After a couple minutes, he rolled off the vampire.
Spike thrust his tongue into Xander and caressed every bit of the boy’s mouth. Then he broke away and knelt by Angel. “You know, Peaches, you never should have let this one get away. He’s so bloody perfect. I can’t wait to turn him.”
Angel tried to turn his head and snarled in frustration when he couldn’t. “Why can I still talk?” he whimpered.
“It’s a beautiful thing, and we don’t question it,” said Spike. “I think the Initiative really liked to hear their victims’ screams.”
“Kill you,” muttered Angel angrily.
“No, Peaches, you won’t,” smirked Spike as he positioned himself at his Sire’s still bleeding hole. “You can’t. You never could kill your favorite Childe.” He thrustinto Angel, his strokes twice as vicious as Xander’s had been. Spike reveled in the pain-filled moans and snarls his Sire was emitting, and it didn’t take long for him to cum.
Spike grudgingly rolled off Angel, and he hefted his Sire’s bloody body up so that Xander could replace the shackles on Angel’s wrists.
Angel hung limply from his chains. He lifted anguished eyes to meet Xander’s glee-filled eyes. “Please, stop.”
Xander’s eyes darkened, “Oh, poor, Deadboy, have you had enough? I haven’t even had a chance to smother you with a pillow while you’re hanging onto life by a thread.”
Angel glared at the boy.
“Oh, that’s right, he took your son. To save a baby born of you and your whore of a Sire. So that you wouldn’t hurt when the prophecy he had translated came true,” sneered Xander. “That gave you every reason to believe you deserved to kill him.”
Xander grabbed the handle of the corkscrew and ripped it from the vampire’s chest. It came out messily, along with a chunk of Angel’s skin and muscles. The vampire screamed in absolute anguish and misery.
Spike watched in silence as Xander picked up a beautiful, intricately carved stake. Xander showed it to Angel. “See this? I made this especially for you. It’s been treated with holy water. Do you want me to read the inscription to you?”
Angel tried to shake his head, trembling. Finally he moaned, “…no…”
“Oh, too bad. Cause you need to know. Well, it’s got today’s date on it, then it says ‘Crafted with loving care by Xander, for Deadboy’. I thought you’d like it. Don’t you like it?” Xander asked Angel, giving his patented whipped-puppy-anime-eyes.
Spike snickered when Angel flinched away from the stake that Xander was practically shoving into the older vampire’s eye. Spike spread a tarp under Angel and said, “Go on, pet. I think it’s time.”
Xander placed the tip of the stake in the gaping hole in Angel’s chest. “I hate you, Deadboy,” he said, shoving the stake through the vampire’s heart. He watched, awed, as the vampire disintegrated into dust.
Spike carefully picked up the tarp and poured the contents into an urn held by Xander. The two dressed in clean clothes silently, and while Spike packed up the camcorder, Xander grabbed the urn and the stake. Then the two walked out of the room and up out of the building.
* * * *
Xander went into the hospital room. “Hey, Wes. Spike and I, we got you a present.” He held out the urn and the stake for Wesley to see. Xander saw the questions in Wesley’s eyes. “Don’t worry, we got everything on tape. He suffered for what he put you through. It’s going to be okay.”
* * * *
“There’s no ‘get out of Hell free’ card this time.”
*I need you to know I’m Angel, not Angelus. Do you understand?* Almost imperceptible nod of a head. *Good.* *I hate you, Deadboy.* The plunge of the stake.
*I need you to know I’m Angel, not Angelus. Do you understand?* Almost imperceptible nod of a head. *Good.* *I hate you, Deadboy.* The plunge of the stake.
*fin*