Title: The More Things Change
Chapter: 7/?
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: FRAO
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Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss and a bunch of lawyers. I'm just playing with them. No disrespect intended. No reflection on real persons or places intended. I'm not making any profit from this. This is strictly for entertainment.
Warnings/Squicks: None for this chapter
Summary: Xander goes to LA on a fact finding trip and finds Angelus instead. Scariness happens.
Previous chapters: In my memories. I can't seem to get the link insert thing to work right. So just click on my user name and go to my memories. All the chapters are there together.
Notes: Angelus makes plans.
This doesn't strictly follow canon. Sooo if you don't like that sort of thing you might want to skip this. This is my first story so feedback is very welcome. Please send concrit by email.
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moscow_watcherAngelus laughed in delight as he stared down at the battered bloody boy laying on the table. "Well hell, easy peasy." He singsonged in high good humor. He raised his eyes and swept the now silent spectators with a hard yellow eyed gaze. "Any questions, comments, complaints or objections?" He asked cheerfully. "None? Then I'll say goodnight. It's a special night for me you know, it's not every night I get a Slayer's lap dog as a childe." He bent and swept the boy up and slung him over his shoulder and swaggered toward the door.
Demons of every kind scrambled and melted out of his way to give him a clear path. No one wanted to get on his worst side it seemed. Just as it should be. He smirked with satisfaction as a demon hurriedly opened the door for him and he swept through it with the arrogance of a ruling prince.
He had to get the boy to his temporary lair. He needed to hunt up a quick meal. He was hungry after giving the boy all that blood, he frowned, more than he should have given him really. But there was no getting around it. If he hadn't played with him so much before he made an example out of him to the whole LA demon community, he would have been livelier at the end. But hell's bells he'd enjoyed the playing sooo much. Especially after being trapped by guilt boy's soul for so long.
He would be free for two or three days until his newest childe awoke. He planned to take care of The Beast before then and few other.. he smirked .. odd jobs. He wanted to be able to concentrate on his newest childe exclusively for a while. His mouth watered. Damn but the plans he had for this boy. This one boy was going to make Spike look like a choir boy. He'd see to it.
He took a deep breath and scented the air. Ah sweet chaos. Everything was right with his world at the moment. He laughed giddily as did a turning waltz step down the street the boy swung out behind him and bumped along his back; he reached up and grabbed the boy's ass and laughed again. He was going to have soooo much fun with this childe.
He stopped at a manhole and lifted the cover, easily navigated the ladder down and pulled the cover back over the hole after him. He whistled as he strutted through the sewer. He made a couple of turns and came to a particular ladder and started up. Pushing the cover open and climbed the ladder he rolled the boy off his shoulder and up onto the floor disclosed then climbed out himself, slammed the cover closed behind him and locked it.
Angelus smirked as he looked around the apartment. No one would ever think to look in Angel's basement apartment for Angelus. The best place to hide is under the nose of the hunter. He picked up the boy, his body dangled bonelessly in his arms and headed toward the bedroom. He laid him on the bed, looked down at him, laughed lightheartedly and patted himself on the back. " This will be your best work yet, Angelus." He turned to leave whistling a jaunty cheerful air. "Oh yeah, you've still got it," could be heard as he descended into the sewers again. Whistling interspersed with laughing and crowing echoed in the tunnels long after he was out of sight.