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.
Posted on Bloodclaim with the knowledge and support of Darkhaves *Hug*
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 8/25 + Epilogue (This is not a WIP. One Chapter will be posted daily, until complete.)
Rating: 1 -25 R, EPILOGUE NC17
Chapter 8/25+ Epilogue
Rating: NC17 Overall
The Bishop raised an eyebrow. "Walk with me." He ordered.
Angelus fell into step beside the Bishop and dropped his voice. "William Navarre is back and the thief Daniel Osbourne travels with him. My men are searching for them."
The Bishop turned and glared at him. "And the hawk?"
Angelus frowned. "Your Grace?"
"A hawk!" He snapped. "There must be a hawk! A spirited creature, the hawk must not be harmed, you see if he is, on that day another Captain of The Guard will supervise your execution!" He hissed. He walked on and quieted his tone. "These are difficult times Angelus," he said evenly. " Last night the Lord sent me a dream, he told me Satan rides amongst us and his name ." He paused. "Is William of Navarre."
Angelus looked confused. "Your Grace?" He'd thought of Spike as many things, but Satan was stretching it a bit.
"Go, you know what must be done. To break faith with me is to break faith with God!" He offered his ring. Angelus bent and kissed it then backed slowly away. The Bishop watched him go with a malevolent gleam in his eye. With Navarre dead the curse would end, he would place Xander in the dungeons until he came to his senses and accepted his advances, he gave a cold, thin, smile.
Oz lay the thin branch on the ground and struggled to lift the broadsword with both hands, he brought the sword down and chopped the branch in half. He arranged another branch and prepared to repeat the process. Spike came up behind him and grasped the blade in his gauntleted hand and wrest it out of his grasp. Oz spun round.
"Boy, this sword has been in my family for five generations, it has never known defeat!" He growled. Oz shrugged apologetically. "I could find nothing else to chop up the wood," he explained.
"See this gem here? It represents my family name, this, our alliance with the Church in Rome," Spike indicated each stone set into the hilt. "This was my father's from the Crusades," he ran his hand over the gem and smiled. "And this," He turned over the sword and indicated an empty space. "is mine to fill."
He sat on a tree stump. "Each generation follows their own quest. Mine is to kill a man."
"And does this walking corpse have name?" Oz questioned.
Spike paused. "His Grace The Bishop of Aquila."
Oz's jaw dropped. " The Bish..... I see. Well I wish you luck with that. Look I've already been too much of a burden to you. I wish you good fortune and hope we meet again one day." He started to back away.
"I need you to get me secretly into the City." Spike said flatly.
"Fuck! Not for the life of My mother! Even if I knew who she was!" Oz snapped.
"I have waited two years for a sign. When I heard you boast you had escaped from Aquila I knew the time of my destiny had arrived. You will be my guiding Angel." His voice brooked no argument.
Oz gestured with his hands to emphasize his point. "I fell down a drain and followed my nose, a once in a lifetime thing, an accident, a miracle ." Oz protested.
Spike fixed him with a stern look, head cocked slightly to one side.
"Sir, you gave me my life and in truth I am poor and without honor, I can never repay you; but I do not think you would take it now, but better you do that than I return to fucking Aquila." Oz argued earnestly.
He turned and began walking away.
The broadsword whistled through the air and the blade embedded itself in a tree beside Oz's head. Oz froze and slowly turned.
Spike was looking at him, eyebrow raised crossbow in his hand. "I don't have to kill you, just wound you a little.".
Oz felt a cold chill course through him, he reached out and touched the sword. He swallowed. "I'll just collect more firewood," he nodded.
Spike nodded in agreement and gave a thin smile and lowered the crossbow.
The moon was bright and high. Xander ran after the rabbit, dodging and running through the trees, dagger in his hand. The rabbit twisted and turned trying to give him the slip. All around were thorny bushes and Xander chased the creature into the thickest. The luckless animal was caught and he grabbed it and pulled it out, he raised the dagger and prepared to slit it's throat.
"Sir, Sir!" Oz called.
"Fuck!" Xander jumped and dropped the rabbit, he groaned as it scampered away, he looked around for the owner of the voice.
"Sir. Up here, Sir."
He looked up. Oz was sitting on a stout branch high enough to be out of the reach of bears and wolves; his arms pulled behind him and his wrists tied together with stout rope around the trunk.
Xander laughed. "Shit boy, how did you get up there?" He walked to the bottom of the tree. "I was attacked Sir, by The Bishop's men, ten of them. They did this," Oz lied. "they tied me up and left me here."
Xander frowned and rolled up the sleeves of his tunic.. "Why didn't they just kill you or take you with them?"
"They said The Bishop wanted to kill me himself. They're coming back in the morning to cut me down."
Xander shook his head and snorted. "Good try. Now the truth!"
"Please Sir, my arms hurt and a giant owl has been eyeing me hungrily. Please Sir, please, please." Oz begged.
Xander sighed and shook his head. "All right." He climbed up and used his dagger to cut the rope, he dropped down. A wolf howled in the distance. Xander turned and scanned the trees, he turned back. "Now look you lost me a rabbit so you can..."
"Thank you Sir." The voice came from some distance away. "Tell the Captain he ties a wicked knot."
Xander looked around and ran his fingers through his hair. "Shit he's gonna kill me," he groaned.