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True Innocent

by
BmblBee

Part Thirty-One

Temporarily tuning his sire out while Angel droned on about the good work he was doing, the dredges of society he was saving and thanks to his newly appreciated soul, the cow and pigs blood he was drinking, Spike glanced around to keep tabs on his own wandering offspring.

Quickly locating him, Spike smiled as he watched Xander sneak a peek to see if he was being watched, then reach up and touch the huge hanging cement cock and balls of one of the garden statues. Sighing, Spike returned, mentally, to the oaf and problem at hand. "Look, Angel......"

"Sire"

"What?"

"Please, call me sire. I know it's not a term I deserve, but it would warm my lonely heart to hear the word."

Spike threw his hands up and continued. "Fine. Look, SIRE, I need some information then we will be gone. Just thirty minutes of your time then you can get back to your self flagellation or hair gelling, whatever the fuck it is you do around here."

Angel's hand immediately flew to his hair to assure himself that, yes, it was properly pointy and correctly ruffled.

Spike shifted, the cold cement made his ass as uncomfortable as the need to know made his mind. Pretending not to notice, he continued. "In the old days when it was just the four of us. The family. You and Darla used to tell stories. Tales to make the long days pass quickly. Do you remember? Day's when the sun shone so bright, reflecting off the ice and snow that even the heavy drapes at the windows looked bright. We would all sit around a warm fire and snack on the near dead bodies of the peasants from the village. Days that would have seemed forever if it hadn't been for the stories. Stories that kept even Dru's short attention span. What I need to know is if those stories were real or bullshit. I need the truth"

Angel's eyes also drifted to the boy who wandered just out of earshot. "Probably a bit of both. Most were true, handed down over centuries. Why? Why do you ask this now and what does it have to do with that farm boy you've adopted?"

Spike immediately bristled at the implied insult to his beloved childe, but he had no intention of taking the bait and inflaming a situation that so far seemed to be going in his favor. "Let's leave your grandchilde out of it. This is just you and me. Now, can I count on you for the truth?"

Angel had to admit that his curiosity had gotten the best of him and he really did want to know what this was all about. Besides, it was a slow evening. No one to save. Wes and Gunn out to a movie, a thought that caused him to scowl, so he needed the distraction of the present company.

Crossing his finger over his heart then kissing his fingertips,Angel smiled sweetly. "Cross my heart, hope to.......oh, well, yes, I promise."

Spike shook his head, but knew he had no other choice but to give it a try and hope for the best. Leaning forward, he placed his elbows on his thighs and began. "One of the stories you used to tell us was about a breed of human called a True Innocent. I don't remember much of the story, I think the point of it was to scare us, but I need to hear it again. I need you to tell me the story."

Angel frowned. When the light bulb did snap on, it all flooded back to him. The nights, the days, the family, the blood of endless slaughter, the wonder of the best life a vampire could ever hope for.

He and Darla had told so many stories during those early years it was hard to recall them all. Some of them were folk lore. Tales passed down in the demon community for centuries, their origin unclear. Some were pure bullshit, thought up on the spur of the moment to terrify and control two young, naive vampires into obeying their sires.

He recalled the one Spike was asking about only because it was one of the ones that had it's base in fact. A precautionary tale given to him by his own sire, Darla and her bat faced originator.

Revisiting the old days was something Angel spent very little time doing. His theory of the past, the good times and the bad, was simple. It was what it was. Period. The past could not be changed so why worry about it. It did make a perfect excuse, though, for his new mission in life. Humans so quickly identified and sympathized with the idea of regret and retribution.

Spike could see the look of wistful remembrance on Angel's face and went on. "Tell it. Tell me the story, Sire."

Angel rubbed his hands over his face as he allowed the details of the story to come back to him. When he felt ready, he leaned forward and looked Spike in the eye. His voice took on the light Irish lilt of years ago and he began.

"It is said among the ancients that since time began, demons and humans alike come in different species. Demons are easy to distinguish because their differences are clear. Purple skin, tentacles, tails, horns, fangs, claws, and teeth. They are easily spotted and it doesn't take long to know which ones can be eaten and which will rip you to shreds in the blink of an eye.

Humans are different. Much more dangerous because they all look alike, but make no mistake, there are just as many species of human as there are demon, some just as deadly.

Although it is not usually recognized, some species of human are born without a soul. They are empty shells. Evil from day one. They have no conscience, no morals. There is no redemption possible for them and they are on this earth strictly for the purpose of destruction.

Most demons could never compete with their cruelty and cut them a wide path. It is said they are the reincarnation of a person that committed a great sin in a previous life and the soul abandoned the body at birth. Sometimes to be replaced by a demon, sometimes even they don't want it. This type of human should be avoided. Admired from afar. Several of them were turned, an experiment of the Germans during the war. Didn't take long before they realized their mistake. Too vicious to be controlled, most were destroyed."

Spike listened with an attention he never showed in the early days of story telling. He knew these humans. He had come across several in his travels. One very recently. One by the name of Biff.

Knowing he had Spike mesmerized, Angel continued. "On the opposite side of the scale is a type of human known as a True Innocent. It is said that their soul has been through all their reincarnations and they are on their last return to life on earth.

All their sins have been rectified and their journey complete. They are not God. They are not without sin, however, they are pure and incorruptible. They can be killed but no amount of torture can change them. Evil and hate cannot touch them.

They have the power of healing in their hands and their aura and presence can change a person just by being near them. This species of human is even more dangerous to the demon community than the first.

These humans have the ability to change destiny.

Their spirit is stronger than any normal soul and it is told the spirit of them remains even after death has claimed the body. If you come across one, they should be killed instantly. If they have the opportunity to speak, their influence will make it impossible and you will be doomed. The only problem is they are hard to spot. If you even suspect one, avoid it. They are death to a vampire."

Spike had listened carefully, hanging on each word. He was shocked when he finally realized the magnitude of the change within his own life and the source of that change. What Angel said made sense, he felt the truth of it. He was the affirmation that the story was more than myth, yet he still had questions.

"Can a True Innocent be turned? What would happen if he was?"

Angel's eyes shot across the garden to the boy who wandered about obediently waiting for his sire to call him back. The horror of it stunned even Angel's jaded mind.

"No! It can't be. What makes you think that half wit is a True Innocent?"

Spike wanted to tell him of the spirit they shared. He wanted to testify to the incredible changes he had seen the boy cause in people, mostly in Spike. In the end, he just shrugged.

Part Thirty-Two

Jumping to his feet, Angel turned back to Spike.

"It's unheard of. They can't be turned. It's said their blood is not like that of a regular human. That if you bite them you will explode. Spontanious combustion." Angel flailed his arms over his head wildy.

Spike frowned. That last part sounded like something his bullshit sire would make up to scare him. "Crap! I don't ever remember that part of the story. You just threw that in."

Angel shrugged. "O.k., yeah. But the rest was true. Why do you come here and ask me all this now? What proof do you have that this demon lore has anything to do with you and your childe?"

Spike leaned forward, refusing to make eye contact. "Just interested, yeah?"

Angel stared off into the garden. He remembered the night he had gone to the farm with Buffy and met the strange, isolated family living there. He knew the girl was a witch. He could almost taste her power in the air, but the boy. He had disregarded the boy as a pointless farmer. Good only for a snack and possibly a fuck.

Still, Spike had come all this way and faced a sire he feared and hated for information he needed. Angel's brain whirled. Why else would Spike risk coming here if he didn't have proof. If he was not certain. "Oh, Childe, what have you done? Please don't tell me you have corrupted our pure blood line by bringing an abomination into the Aurileus family."

Spike also jumped to his feet, ready to square off and defend his position and his childe. "Don't you fuckin' question me. You abused me for years, then when I needed a Sire most, you abandoned me. Now you have the fuckin' nerve to criticize? And leave my childe out of this."

Unnoticed, Xander had turned to face them. Startled by the suddenly raised voices, he headed back, against Sire's orders, to see what all the shouting was about.

Immediately Angel backed down. Throwing his palms up he did his best to defuse an unbelievable situation.

"Sire? Is everything all right? Can we go now?" Shook from his stare down with Angel, Spike turned to find his own childe standing nervously by his side.

Running his hand down the boy's arm and clasping their fingers together, he tried to sound calm and reassuring through his fury. "Soon, Love, soon. I thought I told you to wait over there for me. We'll be done in just a little bit. Everything is all right now. Big oaf and I just had a minor disagreement. Nothing serious. Nothing to worry about."

Angel stood quietly, watching the interaction between his once blood thirsty, ruthless childe and this disgusting influence that had apparently ruined him. It was incredible. It was unheard of. Could this uninteresting farm boy really be a True Innocent? Never in the history of histories had one been turned.

It was against nature and all things unholy.

It was disgusting.

It was ...........intriguing.

"No, Spike. You came here for the truth didn't you? Then we all deserve the truth. You, me, and especially my sweet grandchilde here. Family is just too important for us to have secrets. I apologize for getting upset, but let's all calm down. Lets all talk about this rationally."

Xander looked at Angel, weighing and evaluating his words. He then turned to his beloved sire. "Sire?"

Spike sat back down on the bench with a 'plop.' As much as he hated to admit it, Angel was right. He had told Spike what he needed to know, and the time had come for all the answers. "He's right childe. You deserve to know the truth about yourself. I only hope when it all comes out you don't decide to leave me."

Xander clung to him desperately. "Never, Sire, I love you. I would never leave you."

Angel was deeply affected by the touching scene that played out in front of him and it caused his cock to twitch deliciously. "Please, please, Childe and...........Childe of my Childe, can't we all just get along? We may have had problems in the past but that is just that. Past. The time now is for healing, understanding, and starting a new family relationship. Why don't we all go inside. We can sit down, really talk, and celebrate the new addition to our family. Besides there is more to the story. Once we go in I can explain the rest." Angel smiled sweetly and eased his way toward the back door of his hotel home. "And don't forget, I am a vampire with a soul."

He struck exactly the right weak spots in Spike. He needed to know everything where Xander was concerned.
Whatever the facts, good or bad, he they both needed to know about it.

Also, as importantly, he was finally being offered all the love and acceptance from his cold, distant, and cruel sire that he had always craved. Plus the unconditional acceptance of his childe. Maybe he had been wrong about Angel's soul. Maybe it wasn't something that he controlled and used at his convenience. Maybe it really had finally changed him.

It was too much to hope for, but it was everything he had dreamt of being handed to him on a silver platter.

Xander, on the other hand had reservations. He may have been pure of heart and spirit, but he was not stupid and something about this whole set up did NOT feel right. The butterflys in his tummy beat their wings furiously. With his eyes never leaving Angel's face, Xander whispered in Spike's ear. "Sire? Um, maybe we should go. You asked him your question, now we should go. There is nothing about me that he could know."

Xander continued to back away tugging at Spike's coat sleeve. He wished he had Bessie. He would feel a whole lot better if he had Bessie tucked under his arm.

Spike was confused and conflicted. He wanted to stay. To be embraced back into a family he missed very much, but concern and the memory of past rejections along with his childe's pleas made him pause. He knew one thing for sure. The decision was his.

He could take his boy right now and walk away. Live their lives just the two of them and never think twice about the big lug. Or he could take that step in the other direction. Over the threshold and into a place that possibly could be home.

Time stood still as everyone waited to see how this would play out. Spike thought long and hard about things Xander had told him about having faith and trust. 'Sometimes you have to set aside your fear and do what your heart says is right.'

Spike decided this was that time. The time to take that leap of faith. "We stay."

Xander's face reflected first the shock of fear then the sadness of resignation. He knew with a certainty that Spike had made the biggest mistake of his unlife.

Angel on the other hand, beamed. His demon booted his soul in the incorporeal arse and tied it to a chair in the back of his brain. Out of sight, out of mind. Turning on the cobblestone path, it was all he could do not to skip like a ten year old. "Wonderful. Wonderful. I believe I may just have a pint or two of camel blood tucked away in the freezer for such an occasion as this. A celebration. Toast our new happiness at this family reunion.

Xander flinched. Camel. UGH!

Spike pushed his boy forward forcing him to follow his grandsire. Reluctantly, Xander complied.

Stepping into the back door of his home, Angel pushed the door open wide and swept his arm to indicate his welcome. "Welcome to my humble home. Please come in...............Xander."

The split second the words came out of his mouth and the young vampire stepped inside, Spike knew what had happened. Lurching forward, he grabbed for his childe in a desperate attempt to pull him back, but it was too late. His hand hit and he bounced off the invisible barrier.

"XANDER!"

Xander spun around to see what had happened and Angel grabbed him. Pulling the boy back against his chest Angel clamped his arm around Xander's neck and pinned his arms to his sides.

The younger, weaker vampire struggled, trying to free himself but he was no match for his century's older Grandsire. Spike continued to slap his hands flat against the blockage and scream. "Let him go! You fuckin' bastard, let him go! Please, Angel, please. Don't do this!"

Angel laughed at the pathetic sight before him. It disgusted him to see a childe of his so weak.

"Hmmmm. Isn't this an interesting turn of events. You out there and us in here, and me feeling all........cuddly? Noooo. Hungry?"  He snapped his teeth at the boy's exposed neck. "Nooooo. That's not quite it. Oh, I know what I'm feeling. Incestuous. The only question now is, do you want to watch, Spike?"

Part Thirty-Three

Spike's whole body pressed tightly against the invisible barrier that separated him from his bastard of a sire and the sweet child that he had personally thrown to the wolf.

He knew if anything, all his pounding, begging, crying and shouting only made things worse, but he couldn't make himself stop. He had long ago recognized, when he was in the position Xander is now in, that Angel fed and fueled on the cries and suffering of his victim, but it was all Spike had. Nothing his sire had ever done to him, no beating, no rape, no cruelty, could compare to the pain of this betrayal. He watched as Angel crushed Xander's body tightly against him, his childe struggling and wriggling in Angel's arms.

He wanted desperately to tell the boy to stop moving. That fighting and squirming would only make it worse. He saw Angel smell the clean, soft hair of his boy's Amish bowl cut. He saw Angel lean in and whisper into the boy's ear and the boy stopped struggling. Even though his voice was too low to detect, Spike didn't need to hear the words.

He knew by the sick, shocked look on Xander's face and his own past experiences, just what his sire was saying.
Xander's body went still as the most vile shocking things he had ever heard flowed through his ears and into the rock that has settled into the pit of his stomach.

Angel threw his head back and roared his laughter at the stunned, repulsed reaction his promises had caused both members of his family. "Oh, Spike. This one is a prize. I can't wait to break him in properly. They say you can't corrupt the uncorruptable? I'll just bet that isn't true. Let's find out. Hmmmm?"

Spike's brain floundered. There had to be something. Something he could do or say that would stop this. Even if it was just to buy some time till a solution came to him.

Taking a deep calming breath, Spike decided to try the only thing he had, himself. "Angel. Sire. Please, take me. Let me trade places with the boy. You can do anything you want to me, just let him go. I know the things you like. I can do what you want. The boy there hasn't even heard of half those things. He can't give you what you want. Not like I can. Please, let him go. Take me."

Spike avoided looking at his childe for fear he would break under the look of betrayal he knew would be there. He should have trusted. He should have looked into the face of the boy who held nothing but love and respect for him.

Angel frowned and tipped his head slightly to the side, appearing to think over the offer that had been placed on the table. Finally he scowled and looked Spike in the eye. "First, I gotta say it turns my stomach to see what this boy's influence has done to you. He has changed a strong vicious vampire into a whipped, self sacrificing pussy and it disgust me. It took me over a hundred years to created the perfect killing machine and he has destroyed that in less than a month. Makes me wonder if I shouldn't end this little romantic encounter with a piece of wood through his heart."

Angel roughly shook the now limp body in his arms. "Secondly, fuck you instead? Hmmmm. Interesting offer, but, no. As they say, been there, have the tee shirt. And lastly, the chance to fuck a True Innocent? Well, now, that's a once in a life time. Even if that life time is forever."

Angel's arm, the one that had kept Xander's arms locked to the sides of his body, now slid lower and cupping the boy's crotch, slammed his butt back and ground it slowly against the raging hard on in Angel's pants. Rolling and swaying his hips, Angel seemed lost in the heat of lust and power. He humped his cock against his grandchilde's firm round butt, quickly becoming frustrated by the feel of the fabric that separated them.

"ANGEL!"

Spike's voice snapped him out of his haze and brought Angel's attention back to the situation at hand. A situation he had suddenly grown very tired of and was ready to move this to a more enjoyable, for him, level.

"Enough talk, Spike. You still haven't answered my question. Do you want to watch or not. Your choice. I do it here or I take him upstairs. Makes no difference to me."

Spike sobbed. How could he answer such a question? In the end he didn't have to.

"Take me upstairs. I don't want my Sire to have to see."

Xander's voice, so calm and quiet, came as a shock to both the other vampire's who had almost forgotten about him. Dropping his gaze, Spike finally looked his childe in the eye.

There was nothing there that Spike expected to see. No hate, no recrimination, no sense of betrayal. Only the same love and devotion he saw on the boy's face every evening when they woke up together.

Ignoring the hulking monster that held his boy, Spike slid to the ground, and gave all his attention to his childe. "I love you, Xander, and I'm so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?"

Xander smiled, "There is nothing to forgive. The only thing you did was trust and love. I'm proud of you for that. We will survive this and move on. Seems like I am always asking you to wait for me. I love you Sire."

Before Spike could respond Angel screamed his fury. "ENOUGH!! You two turn my fucking stomach. You're supposed to be vampires for fuck sake, not Romeo and Juliet."

With that he turned, jerking the boy roughly around and disappeared off into the interior of the dark, dank mansion.

"NNOOOOO!!!"

Spike slammed his sore fists again against the clear wall that prevented him from entering. He knew it was pointless, but what else could he do? Finally, exhausted and defeated, he slid to the ground.

The house was huge, dark and confusing. It was a maze of hallways, entry rooms and corridors that led to open areas and large sleeping and living rooms. Angel navigated the maze expertly, goal in mind. Up the staircase and down the hall, he stopped at the third room on the left, kicking it open with a firm boot to the solid wooden door.

Stepping in he tossed the boy's body onto the king size bed that dominated the room. Xander looked around and was amazed. The bed was covered with a blood red satin spread and mountains of matching pillows.

The dark angel apparently liked his comforts.

The room glowed in the flickering light of a hundred candles placed on every surface of the room.

Turning his attention back to the man who was now kicking off his shoes and jerking off his clothes, Xander calmly commented. "You should get electric. My sire always makes sure we stay in a place with electric. It is much nicer."

Angel paused, his turtle neck stuck on his head. With a snap of his hand he freed himself and turned his wild haired head in the boy's direction. Before Xander could see it coming, Angel swung, slapping the boy firmly across the face and cutting his mouth open.

"Fuckin' insolent brat! Your sire has failed to teach you respect." Anger gripped his angry looking cock in his fist and grinned evilly as he stepped forward. "An unfortunate oversight that I plan to correct immediately, and repeatedly."

Xander watched him approach, but remained calm. This was no different than the panther he had defeated in the zoo. He may not have the strength to physically challenge this predator, but in the end, the goal and result were the same.
Survive and return to Sire.

Sire said he had proven himself. That he was a strong vampire. He would show sire it was true. He would survive this.

Xander knew in his heart that there was nothing this dark angel could do to him that would change him. His purity and innocence were bigger and stronger than one vampire.

Closing his eyes, he waited. The first punch came quickly.

Part Thirty-Four

Spike curled up into a ball on the back porch. He had pulled his knees up to his chest and rocked himself, quietly mumbling. "Please, God, if you are really there, I need help. Show me what to do. Please don't let him hurt my boy. Xander believes you put him here for a reason. If that's true please don't let that fuckin' asshole destroy him. Sorry about the cussin' but, you know. Evil. So, please, God. Send me some help."

With his head down, Spike never saw the glow of light flash like lightning behind him. The slight buzzing, too low in the beginning, also went unnoticed. Slowly it became louder. Almost like the whisper of voices, Spike sat up, swatted around his head, and looked for the source of the irritation.

Locked in his vampire body by the distress of the situation, his enhanced hearing soon sorted and singled out one from another as they hummed in his ears.

"Help him, Spike."

"He needs you."

"What can we do? Why do you sit here?"

Spike frantically searched for the source of the voices, but they were as invisible as the barrier that prevented his entrance. "I can't get in," he called out. "Angel lives here and I can't go in without his permission. Can you help me? Can you help Xander?"

The voices spun around him, conferring, whispering. Spike jumped back to his feet and waited, afraid to hope but unable to stop himself.

Suddenly, and without warning, the cold slammed into him. It swirled through him and seemed to touch every part of his dead heart, body and mind. He could feel the cold fingertips as they probed his brain, thoughts and memory, then, just as quickly as it began, it ended.

Spike stumbled when the grip released him. Unsure what had just occurred, he did, somehow, have the feeling that the voices had found what they were looking for.

Immediately Angel's voice boomed in the space around him. "Come in Spike. I invite you in."

Spike knew it was not Angel, but it was so close. The slight, almost forgotten, Irish accent. The strong, no nonsense tone. It was all there. The voices had found it all in Spike's library of information. Spike knew it was not Angel, but he prayed that the laws of the demon universe would not differentiate.

Tenuously, he reached out and easily, his hand slipped inside the doorway. With a whoop, he leaped in, slowing only momentarily to call back behind him. "Thanks. Xander and I won't forget this."

The light behind him flashed again as the voices faded. "Hurry, Spike. Hurry."

The house was huge. Larger than it looked from outside and Spike had no idea where to begin. He knew it would be a waste of precious time to search room by room and, for a moment, he allowed the doubt and fear to seep back in.

Quickly, though, he mentally slapped himself and thought about his childe. Xander had not collapsed in the face of the panther and he had not cringed or cried in the grip of his vicious grandsire. He maintained his strength. He held fast to his faith. Could Spike let him down by doing less?  'NO'. His thoughts were strong. Suddenly confident.

Shaking his head, Spike slipped into game face and throwing his head back, sniffed the air. Immediately the scent of his childe's blood assaulted his being. Snarling, Spike turned and rushed toward the staircase and the smell that had reached him.

The second his feet had hit the top landing, the screams had begun. The first one pierced the silence like a knife through Spike's heart and he dashed toward it. Lunging at the closed door, he rushed inside. The sight that was spread out in front of him was one he had seen before. Candles, red bedding, blazing fireplace. Fuckin' Angel was so predictable.

This time though there was one huge difference. The victim on the bed was Xander, alone, and the one screaming in agony on the floor was Angel.

Spike rushed forward and scooped his beloved childe up in his arms. Bruised, battered and sore, he was still better than Spike could have hoped for. He smelled the blood and knew Xander's body had been violated, but felt within himself that he and the boy's shared spirit was still strong, untouched.

Angel was right about one thing, his childe's innocence could not be altered or diminished.

Xander clutched his sire tightly around the neck, doing his best to climb onto Spike's lap. The pain of his beaten, bruised body as well as the torn skin of his anus meant nothing. He knew he would heal, and he had survived. A situation both vampires comforted themselves with.

When Spike had satisfied himself that his boy was, for the most part, all right and would recover, he then turned his attention to the screeching, writhing mess on the floor.

Pulling back slightly, Spike kissed his childe lovingly on his closed lips then asked. "What happened, Love? What did you do to him?"

Xander looked over at his grandsire as he rolled about clutching at his cock, and shrugged.

"I don't know, Sire. He forced me onto my stomach and tried to enter me but he didn't use any lotion. You know like you always do. Anyway he couldn't get it to go in and he got really mad. Said it was my fault and I better quit fighting him, but I wasn't fighting. I just laid there so he would finish and go away. So finally he just pushed as hard as he could and when he put it in he tore me. He said he liked that and the blood would slick it up, but as soon as he got his willy all covered in my blood he started yellin'. Pulled his thing out and started screamin' that my blood felt like holy water and it was a burnin' him."

Spike slid off the bed and went over to where his sire was crying and rocking. Kicking Angel's hands away from his cock, Spike got his first glimpse of the red swollen, almost indistinguishable piece of meat. Covered in seeping, bursting blisters, It appeared the end was melting and destined to fall off.

Spike cringed, hissed and shook his head. "Damn, that looks painful. Oh well, you are a vampire after all. Might take a while, but it will probably grow back. Probably."

Angel groaned at the prediction and pain.

Turning, he returned to the only thing that mattered. Lifting his boy off the bed he was careful to avoid any injuries as he helped the boy dress. He lovingly murmured and kissed him gently and reassuringly.

Spike couldn't have cared less that he appeared weak or changed because in his own dead heart he felt right. He knew unconditionally that whatever Xander's purpose as a True Innocent Vampire, Spike now shared in that destiny.

"Why do you think that doesn't happen to you, Sire? I mean when you turned me you drank all my blood and it didn't hurt you. Why is that?"

Spike ran his fingers through the boys hair smoothing and straightening it. "I think it's because your spirit had already accepted me. By the time I turned you it had joined with my demon and we shared them both. So I guess it's like an immunity. Good thing. Shit. I would hate to think about what would have happened otherwise."  Spike shuddered.

Taking one last look at his past on the floor, Spike embraced his future and walked them toward the door.

Watching them start to leave, Angel grabbed at Spike's legs desperately. "Wait! Wait! He can heal. If he puts his hands on my cock he can heal me. Touch my cock! Touch my cock!"

Spike looked down at him and without reply turned back to his childe. "Let's go, Love. I think Bessie is missing you. I don't like to leave her alone this long."

Xander, whose nose had crinkled at the thought of touching the icky, ooky, thingy that had definately lost it's hard on turned to his own sire and lit up. "That's right. You know how cranky she gets if I don't keep her tie straight."

He took Spike's offered hand and clutched the fingers tight. Tighter than the boy's calm attitude would indicate.

"Hey, how did you get in here anyway?"

Spike squeezed his childe's hand and chuckled. "Apparently you have friends in high places, Love. I'll tell you all about it later."

Together they walked away. Neither heard or cared about the screams for help and mercy that filled the room behind them. Not even when those cries turned to threats and curses. Promises of punishment and retribution.

Spike still had questions and doubts but none about the young man at his side. And none about their future together.
One thing was sure. Angel now had some competition in the game of changing the world.

The End

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