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 19/25 + Epilogue (This is not a WIP. One Chapter will be posted daily, until complete.)
Rating: 1 -25 R, EPILOGUE NC17
Chapter 19/25+ Epilogue
Rating NC17 Overall
Each man sat staring into the flames, Xander still cuddling the wolf and rubbing vigorously now and then at the fur. The creature's breathing was quick, shallow and raspy and it seemed to drift in and out of consciousness, but the heart under Xander's hand beat strongly.
It took some while for Oz to stop shivering and for the color to return to his face, the warm mead undoubtedly helped. Giles had seen the gouges from the wolf's claws etched on Oz chest and fetched his healing ointments and dressed the wounds. Xander watched dully. "I'm sorry Oz, he didn't mean to do it, when he's like this his mind is that of the beast." He apologized.
Oz shrugged. "I couldn't see it all end like that," he gave a wry smile. "we may have our differences the Captain and I, but he saved my life and in some small way I've repaid him, though he'll never know it."
"If we live to be men again, he'll know, " Xander smiled. "I will see that he does." Xander vowed.
In the next couple of hours the wolf continued to drift in and out of consciousness. Giles kept the fire high and Oz dozed. Xander kept a fretful watch on the wolf, Giles observed them. By rights the wolf should have been dead, the water was freezing and the beast had been in it too long for a normal wolf to survive, it was through William's spirit that the animal continued to live of that he was sure. Shortly after Midnight Giles suggested moving the wolf off the cold ground to the cart. There was straw there to provide a warm bed and he would add blankets and a skin. Xander of course insisted on accompanying it.
Giles and Xander carried the wolf to the cart and bedded him down, Xander crawled in beside the beast and used Spike's cloak to cover them both, Giles added the promised blankets and a skin. As he walked back to the fire he heard Xander talking softly to the stricken beast and he shook his head sorrowfully.
Oz was half asleep. Giles sat down beside him and told him to lay his head in his lap. Oz did as he was told and Giles pulled the blankets round him and threw more wood onto the fire. Soon the effect of the mead meant both Oz and Xander drifted off to sleep and Giles kept watch.
Oz awoke just before dawn, he was sore, stiff and cold, but he'd been worse. The fire was all but out, Giles having used the remaining wood during the night. Giles was asleep his head sunk onto his chest and snoring softly. Carefully Oz sat up and stretched, he glanced toward the cart, all was still and quiet and he wondered how the wolf faired. He decided to collect a little firewood. To hell with the Captain's fear of smoke giving their position away, they needed warmth. Carefully Oz stood and crept off into the nearby trees and collected what fallen branches he could find.
Arms full of wood, Oz made his way back to the camp. He glanced into the cart and froze. Xander was awake and sat up, the wolf was awake and raised it's head to lick Xander's outstretched hand. As he petted the wolf, the first rays of the sun fell on his hand, he pulled it back as if burnt and then stretched it out again. As Oz gazed, the sun rose higher and fell on the wolf and he watched in frozen, terrible fascination as the wolf began it's metamorphosis. The beast's body seemed to dissolve, the hair disappearing to be replaced by pale skin; the shape became the slender, muscled torso of a man, his arm outstretched towards Xander, The head appeared and the blond hair of the Captain and handsome face with the high cheekbones.
By contrast Xander's metamorphosis was almost instant. As the two men stretched out their hands toward each other, as Oz held his breath, at the instant it seemed their finger's would touch Xander's fingers became feathers and his arms wings, his clothes fell away to reveal the body of the bird and with a sharp scream he soared into the air.
Spike surged up as if trying to grasp the hawk, his face contorted as if in pain, he threw back his head and screamed out his torment and slumped down into the blankets. Oz, tears streaming down his face set off at a run for the camp.
It was half an hour before Spike appeared fully dressed and leading Goliath. Oz and Giles were seated by a small fire. The ordeal of the wolf seemed to have left the Captain none the worse. He ignored Giles and spoke to Oz.
"Where's my broadsword?"
Oz glanced at Giles. "I lost it last night in the pond."
"What?" A dark look crossed Spike's face and he stepped towards Oz. "Damn you to Hell boy! I needed that sword to kill the Bishop!"
Oz scrambled to his feet, Giles stood and laid his hand on Spike's arm. "William." Spike shook his hand off. "You lost it? Lost it? Bloody Hell boy, that was the last piece of honor I possessed!" He snarled.
Oz stepped towards him. Hot anger at this stubborn, wonderful and brave man spilled over and gave him courage to speak his mind. "That sword has become a symbol of your meaningless death!" He spat out. Spike grasped him by the tunic. "Go ahead," Oz continued. "kill yourself, kill Xander too, God knows you never cared as much for him as you cared for yourself! If you die what happens to him? Have you even thought about that?" By the end he was crying angry tears and shouting.
A look of fury crossed Spike's face. "Why you.." His fingers curled into Oz's tunic and tossed him onto the ground. Oz gave a pained yelp, grimaced with pain and drew a sharp breath. Spike's eyes narrowed, he hadn't tossed the boy hard enough to warrant such a dramatic reaction. Oz moved and his tunic fell open revealing the claw marks on his chest. Spike looked from the boy to Giles and pointed at Oz.
"Bloody Hell! How did he get those?" He asked Giles accusingly.
Giles stepped forward this eyes hard, he spoke firmly. "He got those last night when he helped to save your life!"
Spike frowned and looked toward the pond. Memories came flooding back, of plunging into the icy water, of Xander struggling to pull him out and the ice breaking away and of Oz in the water and him thrashing and clawing at him as he helped to push him to safety. He staggered under the assault of images and briefly closed his eyes. When he opened them all anger was gone and the eyes filled with sadness and remorse. He extended his hand to Oz. "Forgive me little thief," he said softly.
Oz grasped his hand and Spike pulled him up and into a one armed hug. He kissed the russet hair. "I am once again in your debt," he released him.
Oz stepped back and shook his head. "Me Sir? No Sir not at all." Oz hesitated and glanced at Giles "Although there is something."
Spike nodded. "We have a plan to get you into the City, it involves caging the wolf."