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.
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 11/25 + Epilogue (This is not a WIP. One Chapter will be posted daily, until complete.)
Rating: 1 -25 R, EPILOGUE NC17
Chapter 11/25+ Epilogue
Rating NC17 Overall
Oz actually felt the blood drain from his face, it certainly left his brain as a cold numbness crawled over him, his jaw dropped and his eyes went round and large and he blinked owlishly. Laid naked on the skins was the young man he had seen twice before, a crossbow bolt protruded obscenely from his left shoulder and his modesty covered only by the skin of a wolf. Oz could do nothing but stare dumbfounded.
The young man turned his head and tried to raise himself, falling back with a pained groan. Weakly he spoke. "The Captain, is he?" His voice choked off.
Oz heard the question but he struggled to find his voice. His mouth opened and closed several times as the young man watched him; at last he swallowed hard and spoke. "He lives Sir." The young man nodded and closed his eyes. Oz studied him for a moment and found his courage. "Are you flesh or spirit?"
"I am as you see me." He whispered in reply.
Oz edged forward his mind racing. "There was a fight, the Captain fought like a man possessed. The hawk was hit," he paused. "but I think you know that."
The young man nodded again.
The door opened and Giles entered carrying several small, stone pots. "How on earth did you get in here boy? I loc..." Giles didn't finish the sentence as he saw the young man laid on the furs. "Oh." He brushed passed Oz and put the pots on the table and moved to the bed. He took the young man's hand. "God bless you my son."
The young man tried to smile. "Father Giles," he said softly. Giles nodded. A movement from Oz caught Giles's eye. "Out boy, you have done your part, wait outside." Oz needed no encouragement, he closed the door behind him and went in search of wood for the fire.
Oz pottered about and collected enough wood for a good fire. The one in the yard was almost out. He sat on a piece of rubble and stirred the embers, he added wood and blew gently until it caught alight and he soon had a good fire blazing. He warmed his hands and looked towards the door wondering what was happening. A sharp, agonized scream made him jump. "Lord save us!" He crossed himself and stared at the door wondering if he dared investigate.
There was no more noise. Oz poked at the fire and stared into the flames, lost in thought.
Some time later Giles appeared with two bowls of steaming rabbit stew. He motioned for Oz to take them and closed the door. Oz passed a bowl to Giles and sat close by the fire. Oz warmed his hands on the bowl, Giles found a seat opposite.
They ate in silence for a few minutes. Oz looked up. "Is he, will he?"
"The wound would have been mortal for the bird, in a man. " He nodded. "He will recover," he sighed heavily. "what is your name boy?"
"Daniel, Daniel Osbourne, but they called me Oz." He replied.
Giles nodded. "You travel with him, with the Captain?" Giles pressed.
"Yes, he saved me from the Bishop's guards."
Giles grunted in acknowledgement.
In the distance they heard the mournful, anguished howl of a wolf rend the night air. Oz raised his head. "It's him isn't it? Somehow the wolf is the Captain?"
Giles shook his head. "Eat your stew Oz, forget such flights of fancy."
"Tell me father, I have seen things, imagined things tell me before I think I'm completely insane!" Oz pleaded leaning forward. "For the love of God."
"The Lord had no hand in this." Giles shook his head. "He, is William of Navarre."
"His given name, Spike is a nick-name he encourages. A nobleman by birth with a castle and lands in the West. Three years ago he came to Aquila to do his service to the church. His skill with a sword and family name preceded him and he took up a three year tenure as Captain of The Bishop's Guard." He took a spoonful of stew. "There never was a better Captain. He was firm but just, even handed and compassionate, his men admired him and the people liked him."
Oz drew closer, eager to hear the story.
"About nine months into his service, he arrived." He nodded at the closed door. "Alexander D'Anjou. Only child of the count D'Anjou; an oafish lout who lost his land and wealth gambling. Xander was sent to live with a cousin in Aquila in the hope that his youth, good looks and promised title would attract a wealthy wife."
Giles ate more stew.
"I remember the day he arrived." He smiled. "Such a handsome young man and so personable and good natured. I think everyone who met him loved him in some way, even The Bishop."
Oz almost dropped his stew. "The Bishop loved him?" He asked incredulously.
"Lust, that evil man is incapable of love." Giles hissed. " Anyway Xander, sensing The Bishop's evil intent would have nothing to do with him, wouldn't even speak to him. You see he'd already met and lost his heart, to the Captain of The Guard."
"Willaim Navarre." Oz interjected.
Giles nodded. " They would rendezvous in secret and at every meeting their love grew deeper, richer and stronger. William planned to complete his service and then take Xander to his castle; there no one would challenge them and they'd be free to live as they pleased, but before that day came, they were betrayed to The Bishop."
Oz's eyes widened. Giles put down his bowl.
"The lovers shared the same confessor, a weak and foolish man, but with the good sense to counsel against their love. They tried to stay apart but their affection was too strong. One day the monk, in a drunken confession to The Bishop told of their love. At first the fool didn't realize what he'd done. The Bishop was beside himself with anger. He planned to have Xander imprisoned and William banished, perhaps killed. Luckily one of the guard and William's friend, Riley, heard of the plot and told William."
Giles stirred the fire, Oz stared mesmerized by the story.
"That night, the lovers fled the City. When the Bishop heard he flew into a terrible rage. He vowed if he couldn't have Xander, no man would. He appointed Angelus Captain of The Guard and sent him in pursuit, but the lovers were too far ahead. And that powerful, wicked and evil man called upon his infernal master and brought down a terrible, tragic curse. By day Xander is that beautiful hawk, by night William is the wolf whose cry of anguish you hear in the forest."
"Always together, eternally apart." Oz mumbled.
Giles nodded. "Except for a few seconds at sunrise and sunset when they can almost touch, almost. And for as long as there is night and day, as long as they both shall live."
Silence descended as both men gave way to their thoughts.
"You have stumbled onto a sad and tragic tale Daniel Osbourne and like it or not you have become part of it." Giles finished.