From tomorrow 1st September 2009 I shall begin posting my next fic the grim medieval romp Flesh & Blood. It is NOT a WIP and one chapter will be posted daily until complete.
This fic is VERY different to any I've tackled so far. Based on the Rutger Hauer Movie of the same name. It charts the course of a group of mercenaries led by the dangerous but charismatic Spike. It deals with harsh times, people and themes inc. M/M rape. It is without humor and is possibly as dark as it gets for me. Please heed the warnings. NC17 throughout.
When Prince Rupert is usurped and ousted from his city, he lays siege. He decides to use a group of wandering mercenaries led by the charismatic but dangerous Spike to supplement his army. When he goes back on his word to allow the mercenaries 24 hours free hand to loot the City unopposed, Spike plots revenge. Unfortunately it is Rupert's 18 year old, scholarly son Xander who must pay the price.
Smoke drifted across the grimy, gray and noisy battlefield, cannons boomed and received echoing replies. Smoke drifted thick and acrid, soldiers ran and rode back and fourth through the thick mud, men shouted and drums beat out a steady rhythm calling them into battle. In his tent Prince Rupert heard it all in the dim distance. He paced back and forth as Angelus, grim faced lent on his broadsword. "Sir I don't like it," he growled. "using mercenaries is dangerous, God knows they're good fighters but they're untrustworthy and ill disciplined."
Rupert's head snapped up. "Well if you can't handle them Captain, I can soon replace you!" He fixed Angelus with a sharp look. "Damn it all Angelus, that was my City and they had the nerve to throw me out and I want it back!" He gestured wildly.
Angelus nodded. "I can handle them well enough," he replied. " I just don't trust them. That Spike is devious and clever as well as a good fighter."
"Fuck Spike!" Rupert shouted. "I'm not asking you to like the man, just see to it that he and his men do their fucking jobs!" Calmly Angelus shifted his weight. "I like him fine, I just don't tru..."
"You've said that!" Rupert snapped. "The fact is, like it or not, we need them. You don't have enough soldiers to risk heavy losses in the final assault, send them in first and they can bear the brunt of the casualties," then he added coldly. "there won't be enough of them left to pose any problem."
Angelus nodded, truth was he didn't really care, this was his last battle. Prince Rupert had agreed his retirement and his reward for recapturing the City plus the deed to the small farm meant he could at last settle down, marry Elizabeth and put his years of fighting behind him. "Very well Sir," he nodded. "I'll get things ready for the final assault, but if we wait another few days they'll probably surrender without resistance."
"In another few days there won't be enough of the damn City left to make it worth taking back!" Rupert exclaimed. "The assault goes ahead today, besides the quicker this is over the quicker you get your retirement!" He added.
Angelus nodded and turned and pushed aside the tent flap. "I'll see to it M'Lord."