Warnings: HAU, M/M sex, violence, swearing, angst, possible humor, blatant use of movie dialogue, OOC, varying chapter lengths. Unbeta'd
Rating:Chapters 1-25 R (For swearing and violence) Epilogue NC17 (For M/M sex.)
Pairing: 100% S/X ( S&Oz, S&Oz&Giles, X&Oz&Giles FRIENDSHIP only)
Comments: Comment if you want to, though it would be nice to know someone is reading it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, everything belongs to someone who is not me. I write for fun not profit.
Note 1: This is derived from the movie Ladyhawke and is dedicated to two of the most handsome actors ever: James Marsters and Rutger Hauer. It is also dedicated to the memory of Othello the magnificent Friesian stallion who portrayed Goliath.
Note 2: My heartfelt thanks go out to my dear friend Bmblbee, for holding my hand through the writing and posting process. *Hugs*
Note 3: This is a plot driven story. Chapters 1 to 25 Rated R for violence and language. Epilogue (Original writing, not part of the legend or movie) Rated NC17 for MM sex.
Note 4: This is fantasy human/medieval Spike, Oz and Xander and behave as such. Although BTVs names are used, they are NOT in Sunnydale personas.
Special Note: This fic is posted on Bloodclaim with the knowledge and support of Darkhavens. *Hugs*
Summary: When the Count D’Anjou forfeits all his land and wealth gambling, his son the handsome, eighteen year old Xander is sent to live with a cousin in Aquila. It is hoped that Xander's good looks and title will attract a wealthy wife. But Xander meets William (Spike) Navarre the handsome, dashing Captain of The Guard. They fall in love. They keep their illicit love from everyone but their confessor. When they are betrayed to The Bishop of Aquila he calls down a terrible curse on the lovers. Can Daniel (Oz) Osbourne a thief and escapee from Aquila's dungeons help Spike and Xander defeat the curse?
Chapter 1/25 + Epilogue (This is not a WIP. One Chapter will be posted daily, until complete.)
Rating: 1 -25 R, EPILOGUE NC17
Chapter 1/25+ Epilogue
Rating: NC17 Overall
"Fuck! Come on Oz nothing is impossible! Come on!" Oz gasped for air pushing and scrabbling his way through the earth. "Please Lord let me do this and I swear I'll never steal again." He pushed and grunted his way through the wall of mud. "Please Lord don't let me die like this!"
Oz made one, last, final push and his head popped out through the mud. He gasped for air and grimaced at the stench from the sewer water below. He pushed his arms through and gave an almighty shove. "Not unlike escaping Mother's womb." He grunted. "God what a thought!" With a squelch his body slithered through the mud and he plunged into the filthy water below.
From his vantage point the Bishop watched the executions below with bored fascination. The trap door opened and three more bodies dangled, swayed and jerked on the wooden gallows. The crowd cheered.
A white robed monk entered the chamber. "It is almost time for Mass Your Grace." He bowed. With a grunt the Bishop turned and left the window. "Bring me my robes."
The gray Andalusian stallion pranced, snorting and arching it's neck, Angelus tightened the reins and rode round the gallows. The sun glinted off his chain mail, visible from underneath his white tabard, adorned with the Bishop's crest. "Jonathan! Bring three more fuckers from the dungeon and make sure one of them is that thief, Daniel Osbourne the one they call Oz."
The Lieutenant turned. "Yes Captain, right away."
"I'll teach the little bastard to try and steal from me!" Angelus growled.
Jonathan bounded down the stone steps of the dungeon. He covered his mouth and nose against the stench, as he walked between the cells crammed with people and shouted to a jailer. "The Captain wants two more and where is the cell of Daniel Osbourne, the one they call Oz?"
The jailer scurried forward. "Here Sir, he's in here." He unlocked a cell.
Johnathan scanned the prisoners. " Idiot! Oz is not here, this must be the wrong cell." He turned to leave.
" Oz… Oz- he left our house. No Oz today- he ran away. To ease the pain- he’s down the drain!"
Jonathan turned and pushed his way into the cell. A filthy, disheveled old man lay in the corner, beside him a small, square drain with it's cover removed. He squatted down. "You, what did you say old man? Where is he?" He snapped.
The old man cowered. "I already told you gentle lord!"
He turned to the other guards. "Take him! Hang him! Search every drain and sewer, find him! Or Angelus will hang you instead!" The guards dragged the old man out. Jonathan stared at the drain. "Fuck! That's impossible, no one could fit through there!"
Oz made his way gingerly through the sewer tunnel. The water reached the middle of his chest and the stench made his eyes water, now and again light filtered through from above and the sound of chanting could be heard as he passed under a drains far above him. Suddenly he made out a strange shape coming toward him through the water. Terrified, he grabbed the wall and scrambled for a foothold on the narrow ledge. " Fuck Lord, I swear I’ll never pick another pocket as long as I live; but if you won’t let me live, how can I prove my good faith to you?" He paused.
"If you’ve heard me Lord, this ledge will remain steady as a rock, and that thing coming at me won’t be what I think it is. If it is, there’ll be no hard feelings… but I’ll be very disappointed."
He screwed his eyes shut and waited to be eaten by one of the many monsters rumored to make the sewers their home.
He opened his eyes to see the skull of a large cow swirl passed, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Goddamn it! I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" He scrambled down. Far ahead along the tunnel he could make out a dim, watery light, he waded toward it. "I'm coming Lord, I'm coming! " He made his way toward the light. "You won't regret this Lord. I'm a fucking wonderful person!"
Behind him he heard a roar and a rushing of water, he turned just in time to see the wall of water come thundering toward him. He gulped air as the water crashed down on him.
He made his peace with the Lord and prepared to die.