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True Innocent

Title: True Innocent 30/34
Author: BmblBee
Rating: Adult
Paring: S/X - of course
Warnings: None really except the expected man lovin'
Disclaimer: The Bee owns nothing, including the
lovely men used in the commission of this story.

Summary: This is a follow up to the story "Temptation".
It sees Spike and his new childe returning to California
to the dark angel. He has the answers to questions
Spike has about Xander.

Anyone who is interested in reading Temptation, it can be
found here: http://bmblbee.livejournal.com/tag/temptation

As always chapters posted daily, comments very gratefully accepted.




Special thanks to the wonderful and sweet Petxnd for the fantastic banner.


Hand in hand they started the long walk up the urban
mountain to the house on the hill. It was a spooky,
gloomy mansion that could have easily been used as the
setting for the tv Adams Family.
It was much to rundown for the Munsters.
Lily and Marilyn had better taste.

The driveway, or what was left of it, was cracked cement containing
more pot holes and weeds than smooth surface.
The tall grass along the sides reminded Xander of the lower pasture
that was cut for hay. But he knew this mess was even too late for that.
It had already gone to seed. A situation he was sure the dark angel
was totally unconcerned with.

Coming around the bend at the top of the hill, Spike noted that the drive
led around to a courtyard at the rear of the property. If they continued
to it's end they would be in an underground garage. One that suited
a sun allergic vampire perfectly, although he was certain it's
original purpose was designed to meet the comforts of
rich patrons who would be met by shuffling, humble, valets.

Spike had no intention of allowing them to be trapped in an area
he had not checked and secured. As it turned out. He didn't need to.

The rear area of the hotel must have, at one time, been magnificent.
Every bit as large as a city park, it had fountains, benches, statues
of dancing naked women and muscular Greek influenced men. It's
winding, twisting walkways allowed gentlemen and ladies of the time
a private secluded area to stroll leisurely, passing the idle time of the rich.

Even neglect and disarray could not hide the potential of serenity
that it contained.

Both men stopped at the edge of the forgotten garden. Pausing by
the tangled nest of thorns that had once been carefully tended rose
bushes, they scanned the area. Xander was gawking openly at the
hint of opulence while Spike scanned for danger.

Neither spotted the huge, looming figure that stayed hidden in the
darkness watching, waiting. Angel was shocked to see who the
newest member of his family was.

He shook his head at the realization that his stupid childe had made
a vampire out of a slow witted farm boy with a witch for a sister.

'Jesus H. Christ.' He thought. 'Why not just pick a nun to turn?
Oh, wait a minute...........'

Just as Spike leaned in close to whisper a caution to his childe
the voice from the darkness startled them both.

"Why are you here Spike? Why have you brought this boy here?"

Spike froze. He couldn't believe he had been so careless to allow
Angel this near without detecting him.
Immediately shoving his childe behind him he swore to himself
that he would protect Xander with his own body and unlife.

Searching their shared spirit, Spike was somewhat surprised to
find there was no fear coming from the boy, only trust,
confidence and love.

Standing their ground, yet preparing for an attack, Spike and
his childe stood firm, watching as the shadowy figure stepped
out of his concealment and into the moonlight.

Peering around the shelter of his sire's body Xander got a
good look at the man he clearly remembered from the day
at his family's farm. Yes, this was him. The man who stood
with the loose, shameful woman of deceit.

"Look, Angel, me and the boy here don't want no trouble.
I just need some information then we'll be on our way."

In 130 years, reasoning and rationality had never been anything
Angel responded to favorably, yet Spike held out hope that just
this once......


Humbly hanging his head, Angel stepped closer.
"So you have come to me? Your sire? Shame overwhelms
me, my childe. My soul chastises me for the cruelty and injustice
that I have shown you over the years. Now you come to me
with a childe of your own. Why? What is it you seek from me?
Revenge? Retribution? You want to exact payment for all the
cruel, evil things I have done to you over the years? Well, I
won't stop you. I deserve all the punishment you and yours
want to bestow."

Angel threw his head back and his arms out in a position that
mirrored and mocked the crucifix.

Snorting, Spike was not convinced. He had seen Angel put on a thousand
false faces over the years, not one had been sincere.

Sniffing the air for deceit, it was hard to sift through the emotions
being felt due to the overwhelming nasal melting properties of the
cheap Hai Karate aftershave Angel had apparently bathed in.

He did, however feel that whatever Angel was up to there was no
immediate danger and he relaxed slightly. Turning to the boy plastered
up against his back, Spike kissed his temple and whispered gently,

"Why don't you take a little walk around the garden, love? Me and
the big oaf need to have a word or two alone."

Never taking his eyes off Angel's demure, complacent form, Xander
held his sire's arm tightly.
"No, I don't trust him. Please, Sire, let me stay with you."

Angel bristled. It was hard for him to stand by and watch the sickening
scene in front of him. In his day, allowing a childe to question or challenge
an order was simply unheard of. If Spike had done that he would
have earned a flogging and rape that would have
left him unable to walk for days.

Come to think of it, that was exactly what had happened.
Often.
Whether Spike questioned him or not.

Angel smiled at the memory.

With a swat and a reassurance, Spike had sent Xander off to explore
then turned to the spiky haired ass in front of him.
"What the fuck are you grinning about?"

Angel stepped closer and sat down on a cement garden bench,
patting the seat beside him. Spike chose instead to sit on a matching
bench directly across from him on the other side of the stone walkway.

Angel batted his eyes.
"Oh, just enjoying the loving, compassion you two show for each
other. I regret now, that our sire, child relationship could not have been
so. Of course, now with the acknowledgement of my soul, I accept all
responsibility for the decline of our situation."

Spike leaned back on his elbows and sucked his teeth.
"Yea, when I first woke up after being turned and you had your
cock shoved up my ass, and your fangs in my throat, I guess it
kinda went down hill after that."

Angel slumped, visibly crushed by the cruelty of his childe's words.
"I was evil then, Spike. I allowed my demon free reign and did
horrible, despicable things that now, with my soul firmly in control,
I am trying to make right. That's why I have come here. I'm a
new man, Spike. A humble hero. I help the helpless. Give
hope to the hopeless."

Spike squinted suspiciously, his thoughts traveling to 'More
like help yourself to the homeless', but he stayed silent trying
to assess the honesty of the words. His first instinct was to laugh
and distrust the entire situation, yet there were signs.

Looking Angel up and down, Spike noted the newly acquired
docker pants and turtleneck pullover. No one evil or even fashion
conscience would be caught dead, or unlive, in such an outfit.
Maybe he really had changed.

Bottom line, Spike decided, he wasn't here to discuss his sire's
new mission in life or his change in wardrobe. He was here to hear
a story.
One only Angel could tell him.
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