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 15/25 + Epilogue (This is not a WIP. One Chapter will be posted daily, until complete.)
Rating: 1 -25 R, EPILOGUE NC17
Chapter 15/25+ Epilogue
Rating NC17 Overall
Oz couldn't get back to sleep, he tossed and turned in the hay, his racing thoughts straying to the young man and wolf out in the darkness. He had seen the curse at work and knew the terrible sadness of it, it would have been more merciful if the Bishop had killed them both; but the Bishop was not a merciful man. And what had the monk truly meant? A day without night and a night without day? Was such a thing even possible or was the Captain right and his guilt and remorse had made him mad? Or could it be that the monk really did know how to break the curse? If Navarre succeeded in his quest and killed the Bishop, would the curse end or would it go on for as long as he and Xander lived as Giles suggested? So many questions and so few answers, he hoped Giles caught them up soon.
In the pre-dawn Oz gave up thoughts of sleep and made his way into the stall and saddled Goliath. There had been no more howling from the wolf since Xander left, so he expected they had found each other. He put the broadsword and crossbow in their appointed places and led Goliath from the barn. It was still dark and although there was candle light from the tavern, there was no one about. Oz slipped the reins over the horse's head and prepared to scramble into the saddle. For a moment he hesitated wondering if without his master's leave Goliath would allow him to ride, but the stallion stood firm and allowed him to mount. They turned out onto the road and set off in the same direction as the previous night.
A while later Oz watched the sun rise and the Autumn day dawned bright and clear. He rode on at a steady pace and soon the tavern was some distance behind him. He began to worry that he had ridden too far and that the Captain and hawk were even now searching for him, but he needn't have worried.
He saw the plume of smoke and smelt the cooking rabbit before he saw the campfire and the Captain seated beside it. He turned off the road and rode over to the small camp, he stopped and slid from the saddle.
Spike looked up from where he stirred the fire. "Good morning little thief. Did you spend a good night?" He said amiably.
Oz nodded. "Yes Sir we found shelter in a barn." He felt it prudent not to mention the tavern. Spike smiled a little. "Good. Come and sit by the fire, there's rabbit if you're hungry." Oz sat opposite and looked into the flames. Spike offered him a leg of rabbit; he took it burning his fingers and tossed it from one hand to the other. "Owww, it's hot!"
Spike chuckled, then sighed. "Today we begin to climb into the hills above Aquila. Tomorrow we will ride down and make camp in the forest within sight of the City and the day after." He paused. "The day after I fulfil my quest." Oz looked up with his mouth full. "Sir," He swallowed. "don't you think if there's a chance the monk is right..." He had to try and make the Captain at least acknowledge the possibility.
Spike sprang to his feet and glared at him. "I warned you boy not to speak to me of it again! Bloody Hell you didn't mention it to him did you?" He snarled. Oz quickly shook his head. "No Sir, not a word, I swear!" He cringed.
Spike's anger seemed to subside as quickly as it had erupted and when he sat Oz breathed a sigh of relief. They passed a few minutes in silence, each lost in thought. Oz gathered his courage and spoke quietly. "He said to say he loves you and that he has faith in you, that he trusts you whatever you decide to do."
Spike's mouth twitched into a smile and he nodded. Abruptly he stood. "We are in no hurry, I think I'll clean my broadsword." He walked over to Goliath and Oz watched as he stood a while by the horse and his shoulders gently shook. Oz turned away to allow the Captain his moment of sorrow.
Oz must have dozed. When he woke the Captain was seated cleaning his broadsword with a rough piece of cloth, when he'd finished he walked over to Goliath and replaced it on the saddle.
The hawk appeared with a screech and began circling and swooping. Oz stood and stretched his arms above his head and then out to the side. The hawk swooped and with a smile Spike held out his arm. The hawk came straight as an arrow, skimmed over Spike's arm and landed on Oz's.
"What the...!" Both men exclaimed together.
Spike's eyes narrowed and his face darkened. Oz looked from Spike to the hawk and moved his arm up and down trying to dislodge the bird. "Go now fly to your master, fly." Xander dug his claws harder into Oz's sleeve. Oz looked up to see Spike, a face like thunder stalking towards him. He shook his arm harder. "Please Xander, go! Fly to him." He implored.
Spike halted a few feet away. "Bloody Hell boy just what went on last night?" Spike growled glaring at him.
Oz looked up. "Nothing Sir, I swear. We went to a tavern and had some broth and a tankard of ale, and then slept in the barn." He paused. "Separately, he slept with Goliath and I slept in the hayloft," he added quickly.
Spike stepped closer. "You took Xander to a tavern ?" He asked incredulously.
"Sir! Just to lift his spirits, you did tell me to see he ate and, and the fire was warm and the table very secluded." Oz waved his arm harder.
"And suppose the Bishop's guards had arrived, what then?" Spike scowled, his body tense. "But Sir they could have discovered us in the barn just as easily and the tavern was very quiet, there was hardly anyone there." Oz cringed under the fierce, relentless gaze. "For pity's sake, fly to him," he whispered to the hawk.
Spike closed the gap, Oz stepped back and then Xander flew and landed on Spike's shoulder. Spike held up his hand and Xander hopped down onto the glove. Spike looked from Oz to the hawk and back again. He snorted. "Today is your lucky day boy, if anything had happened..." He left the threat unfinished. "Put out the fire, we'll travel on a while." He walked back to his horse.
Oz breathed a sigh of relief and kicked earth over the fire, then turned and followed the horse.
Giles slapped the reins and Moses plodded on, he'd driven all night through the storm and still there was no sign of the Captain, boy and hawk. He prayed he would catch up with them before they reached Aquila.