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 13/25 + Epilogue (This is not a WIP. One Chapter will be posted daily, until complete.)
Rating: 1 -25 R, EPILOGUE NC17
Chapter 13/25+ Epilogue
Rating NC17 Overall
Despite disbelief in Giles's words, Spike had listened. The Bishop was a hated and feared man and was never without a bodyguard and rarely set foot outside the Cathedral and grounds. Spike knew his routines well and he also knew that the times The Bishop was least guarded were when he took services in the Cathedral. At this time he allowed as few as was prudent of his guards inside. More guards would be outside and the great doors barred for the length of the service. Angelus might be in or outside the Cathedral, it had been a time when he would sneak away and meet with Xander.
The Mass in three days was perfect for his attack on the Bishop. His main obstacle was getting into the City and the Cathedral and here he hoped Oz would help. The guards outside might or might not try and stop him entering, depending on who they were and if any still felt loyalty to him.. He'd deal with that at the time. If he succeeded and The Bishop died, then there would follow confusion, panic and disarray, enough he hoped to allow escape. Therefore there was no reason to hurry, they had time enough to reach the City.
"Sir, Sir." Oz's voice drew Spike from his thoughts. "What is it boy?"
Oz took his courage in hand. "Sir, forgive me, but don't you think, if there's a chance however small of breaking the curse; of a life for you and Xander, you ought to at least think about it?"
Oz sprawled on the ground. "Owww" He looked up at Spike glaring down at him. "Bloody Hell boy! The Monk is mad! Don't you dare mention it again to me, or to Xander, don't give him false hope. Do you understand?" Spike growled.
Oz nodded and scrambled to his feet.
Spike rode on. "You can walk a while!" He shouted over his shoulder.
Scowling Oz brushed himself off and glared at the retreating back. "Well damn you!" He muttered, and walked sullenly after the horse.
Giles readied the small, strong cart, filling it with things he might need. Medicines, rope, warm skins, blankets, a few warm clothes, a couple of cloaks and two jars of mead. It took him slightly over an hour. It took him two more hours to catch Moses the large, morose mule. At length they turned out onto the road and began to trek after the Captain, boy and hawk. Giles shook the reins impatiently. "Lord Almighty Moses, do shift your arse!" The mule flicked his ears and plodded along at his own good pace.
Oz was once again riding behind Spike, with the good sense to remain silent. They were in a thick forest, trees pressed in from all sides and the branches formed a canopy that obscured what there was of the dull sunlight. Progress was slow and Spike seemed in no hurry.
Eventually after several hours Spike reined to a stop and looked up at the canopy of trees. "It'll soon be sunset."
Oz frowned and looked up. "How can you tell?"
Spike gave a small, wry smile. "After so many sunsets," he shrugged. "Get down boy."
Oz slid from the saddle and Spike swung down. He handed the reins to Oz. "Take Goliath, find safe shelter for the night, I'll find you." Oz scrambled into the saddle and Spike passed him the Hawk. Xander perched on Oz's arm without protest. "Find a warm place and make sure to feed Goliath and see Xander eats."
Oz nodded. "I will Sir."
Spike gave a snort and curt nod of acknowledgement. He placed his hand on Goliath's quarters and the horse walked on. Spike followed a couple of steps. "Tell Xander," he hesitated, "tell him I love him." He called quietly.
Oz twisted in the saddle, but the Captain was gone.
A mile or so further on they found a small, neat tavern with a yard and stout barn. The keeper busied himself moving barrels in the yard. Oz rode up and the rotund man looked up and scowled.
"May I trouble you Sir, to spend the night in your barn and for feed for the horse?" Oz asked. The keeper scrutinized him suspiciously. "Have you coin?" Oz nodded and showed his purse. "I have money Sir."
The keeper straightened and wiped his hands on his apron. "There's an empty stall and feed, you can sleep in the hayloft. Pay me when your horse is settled."
Oz nodded his thanks and rode towards the barn. Behind him the keeper watched him wondering how such a boy came by a fine horse and hawk. He shrugged, it was none of his business. Times were hard and coin was coin, he turned and went into the tavern.
The barn was warm and dry. Two stalls were occupied by an elderly cow and a donkey, the third was empty and he led Goliath in. He perched the hawk on the half door and Xander watched as Oz unsaddled the horse and hid both the crossbow and broadsword under the straw. He used a handful of straw to rub Goliath down. He glanced at Xander. "Are you hungry? I expect you are, you've not flown all day. Perhaps when you've.... " Oz paused. "When you've changed, perhaps we'll have a bite and sup in the tavern, would you like that?" The hawk ruffled his feathers and gave a sharp cry. Oz frowned. "I wonder, can you understand me?" The hawk cocked it's head on one side, Oz shrugged. He found the feed and fed Goliath.
He walked to the barn door, the sun was almost down. "Uh, sunset." He glanced at the hawk. "I'll go and pay the keeper. Leave you to......I'll give you time to dress." He went outside and closed the barn door carefully behind him.