naughty_fae (naughty_fae) wrote in bloodclaim,

The Wolf And The Hawk

Title: The Wolf And The Hawk (An S/X adaptation of Ladyhawke)

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)
Author: Naughty_Fae
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.

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 10/25 + Epilogue (This is not a WIP. One Chapter will be posted daily, until complete.)

Rating: 1 -25 R, EPILOGUE NC17

Chapter 10/25+ Epilogue

Rating: NC17 Overall

Gingerly Spike extended his hand and gently stroked the hawk. Weakly the bird raised it's head. He spoke in a broken whisper. "It's alright, you'll be alright." Desperately he looked round. The sun had already drifted into early afternoon. "No time." He murmured. "No time."

Oz ran up and stood beside Goliath. Spike turned and saw him. "In my saddlebag boy, a soft piece of cloth, bring it." Oz opened the saddle bag and pulled the cloth out and carried it to the knight. Without a word, Spike took it and gently lifted the hawk and swathed it in the cloth. He crooned to the bird. "Shhhhhhhhhhh there, there, it will be alright, you'll live, you have to live." He stood holding the bird in his hands and fixed Oz with a sad stare.

"You have to take him."

Oz shook his head. "What? No Sir the poor thing's done for." Spike's gloved hand shot out and powerful fingers grasped him tightly around the throat. "Don't you dare say that, don't you ever say that!" He hissed.

Oz scrabbled at the hand trying to loose the grip, he gasped for air. Spike struggled for control and loosened his fingers. "Fuck boy, you're the only one I have!" Get on my horse and follow this road to a ruined castle. You'll find a monk there named Giles. Take the hawk to him, he'll know what to do."

"Sir I can't, he'll let no one but you ride him."

Spike's eyes narrowed. "Bloody Hell boy, do as I say!" He snapped.

Oz scrambled into the saddle and carefully Spike handed the hawk to him and he cradled the bird in the crook of his left arm. The fingers of his right hand he curled tightly into Goliath's mane.

Spike took a step back and looked up at him, his face impassive except for a steely glint in his eye. He voice was cold and stern. "Know this, fail me and I will follow you for the rest of my life and I will find you...." The remainder he left unsaid. Oz felt a cold hand grasp at his heart and he nodded.

"Go now, take him Goliath." Spike laid a hand on the horse's quarters and Goliath began to walk away, after a few paces he broke into a steady trot and then an easy canter.

Behind them, Spike watched sadly as they left, there was nothing more he could do. He sank to his knees beside his broadsword and sobbed, tears coursed down his cheeks as he looked skyward. "Please Lord, don't let him die." He choked.

Perhaps the great stallion sensed the tragedy unfolding about him or that he carried a precious load for his master, but at any rate his stride was steady and even. He picked the smoothest ground and barely jostled the boy and bird on his back.

Oz gripped with his knees and clung on tightly to the mane, carefully cradling the still bird.

They cantered on into late afternoon and early dusk. Oz had almost given up hope of reaching the castle before dark when it's craggy outline appeared to his left on top of a small hill. Without pause Goliath changed direction and cantered toward it.

The outer castle wall lay in ruins. The inner wall was partly in tact and the buildings beyond it in varying stages of dereliction. The keep however seemed in reasonable repair. Goliath drew to a halt below the keep, Oz looked up at the walls.

"Hello the castle! For fuck's sake hello!" He shouted. A man appeared on the wall dressed in the brown robes of a monk. He was middle aged, slender with short graying hair, he leaned over. "What? Hello! What is it you want, boy?"

Oz called up to the monk. "I have a hawk Sir, it's been wounded, I was told to bring it."

Giles rubbed his hands gleefully. "Oh, good shot! Bring it up we'll dine together."

Oz slid from the saddle. "You can't eat him Sir!"

"What? Oh God, is it Lent already?"

"No Sir this hawk belongs to Captain Navarre!"

Giles froze. "Captain.... Don't stand there boy! Up here, hurry, hurry. Leave the horse the bridge won't take his weight." The monk turned a wheel and a rickety drawbridge descended.

Oz cradled the bird and stroked it's head carefully. It hacked at his finger and he yanked it back. "Well fuck, ungrateful creature." He started to jog across the bridge. "Let this Giles watch you die, see if I care!" He trotted over the drawbridge and into a rubble strewn yard with a small fire. The monk was waiting. He looked at the bird, but did not touch it. "Quick boy in here."

He opened the stout door, inside is was cosy and warm. A fire blazed in the hearth, in the corner was a bed of soft skins, an old table and rickety stool. Tallow candles provided a warm light.

"There, on the skins, lay him there." Giles gestured. Oz laid the hawk carefully on the skins and stood back, Giles pulled him further away. "Out, out boy, wait outside."

"But, Sir I want to help." Oz protested.

"Out!" Giles bellowed. Oz snorted and made his way through the door and closed it behind him.

Giles approached the still bird. "I'm sorry my young friend, so, so sorry." With infinite care he removed the cloth and looked at the wound. "He was right I know what to do." He looked up at a slit in the wall, the sun was almost set. "We must wait a little while longer." He whispered. "I will fetch my medicines."

Giles hurried outside, he looked around for the strange boy, but he was not to be seen. Giles bolted the door and carefully padlocked it and hurried away.

Oz emerged from his hiding place, he was annoyed. He'd done as the Captain ordered and for his trouble the bird had tried to bite him and the monk had ordered him outside. Well fuck! He had rights and he wanted to see how badly the bird was. He searched through his pockets found a bent piece of metal and picked the lock. He wasn't a successful thief for nothing!

Oz slid through and carefully closed the door, he turned and froze in horror and quickly crossed himself. "Oh shit!"

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