fic From These Seeds (Chapter 6)

Title: From These Seeds (Chapter 6)
Rating: R to NC-17 mostly for violence, some non-con and allusions to rape, very, very dark in places.
Summary: Angelus decides to take Buffy back to the mansion to begin his revenge upon the Slayer who made him feel human. Captive Buffy gets a close-up introduction to this dysfunctional vampiric “family” that gives her new insight into Angel(us) as well as Spike.
Will Spike be able to sit back and watch this Slayer he grudgingly respects be destroyed by the same vampire who created the tragic mess that is Dru?
Can two enemies, now vulnerable to the greater evil of Angelus, become allies and maybe something more?
Setting: S2 goes AU toward the end of “Innocence”.
Disclaimers: Joss Whedon, ME, WB, Fox are the sole owners of all aspects of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” and “Angel”. Thanks to Joss; he allows us to play in his sandbox. I derive no compensation for these flights of fancy. The story concept is my “creation”, as is all dialogue not in the original story scripts. Some dialogue from episodes, (specifically Innocence, Passion, Becoming parts 1 and 2) at times altered for my purposes.

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Chapter 6
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{A/N Warning: this chapter contains rape and is extremely dark. Underage persons shouldn’t be reading this story anyway, but anyone with personal issues that such stories may trigger, please be advised to skip this.}

Dru was wailing like a banshee as they entered the mansion. Spike thought that if his ears could bleed, they would have by now and he was heartily amazed that his grandsire hadn’t shut her up. Angelus had never been patient with Dru when she went off and Spike couldn’t remember her ever going off quite as loudly as this.

“There has to be a traitor,” Angelus was ranting. “None of that group are smart enough to second guess me! They had to have some information to know we were going to the mall with our pet demon.”

“Thinks go pear-shaped, Peaches?” Spike tried to act casual, interested in the outcome of the Judge’s first mission. “Where’s Big Blue?”

“And why do my eyes of suspicion keep coming back to you, Spike?” Angelus began to move purposefully toward the wheelchair-bound vampire. “What are you doing in here anyway? Didn’t think you’d be interested in a conversation with the Slayer and you know better than to touch anything that’s mine…and it’s ALL mine. I think I may have some questions for you, wheelin’ Willie.”

Dru continued her keening after collapsing to the floor in despair over their spoiled evening.

Angelus took his eyes off Spike to glare at the loud vampiress. “Will you shut the hell up!” Angelus stalked over to Dru and grabbed a handful of her dark curls, hauling her to her feet. Her keening wail turned to cries of pain.

“Let Dru go, you soddin’ bully,” ordered Spike. He wheeled from his place near Buffy towards his two elders. “I said get your paws off of her, Angelus.”

Angelus moved towards Spike, dragging Dru behind him by her hair. “Yeah? Plannin’ on protecting your demented darling, are you, boy? You know, I remember this was always a great way to get you to offer yourself up for anything I had in mind. You fell for it every time too. Never did catch on that the Loon actually likes the pain. Looks like a century hasn’t changed much.”

“Made you as crazy as you made Dru though. The Angelus I knew wasn’t so daft as to play the kind of games you’ve been playing here. This Slayer has a whole army of helpers, not like some lone girl you could pick up and play with. Don’t think you’re gonna get away with this, do you?” Spike had finally reached Dru and wrenched her from Angelus’ grasp.

“Not so crazy that I haven’t noticed you’re not overly surprised that tonight didn’t go exactly like I planned.” Angelus loomed over Spike and pulled his lips back into a feral grin. “These minions may not be a real brain trust, but they do serve their purpose. Think they didn’t report about your little roll over to Revello? Since you aren’t dust, my guess is you made some kind of pact with Buffy’s buddies. Now, whatever were you thinking, Spike?”

Angelus backhanded Spike, knocking him from the chair to sprawl near Buffy’s chained feet. Buffy had been watching the exchange, keeping silent as the vampires challenged for position and dominance. It looked like Spike had no chance at all to Buffy, yet the crippled vampire had not backed down.

“You haven’t changed a bit, Spike. Still stubborn. Still trying to play the protector where Dru’s concerned. Did you decide to put the Slayer under your protection too? How stupid is that?” Angelus began to laugh. “You’re the one that’s supposed to be ‘the slayer of Slayers’, not holding their hands and working with their people to help them. I think Dru’s nuttiness has worn off on you, Willie.” Angelus grabbed Spike as he had done Dru before, pulling the prone vamp’s head up to eye level. “Looks to me like you need a re-education. Need to be reminded of what and who you really are.”

Angelus went to the burning fireplace and thrust in a poker, heating it to redness. “Dru, come over here,” he ordered.

Dru obeyed, a vacant smile plastered on her face below empty eyes. “Coming, Daddy. I should ‘ave seen the children with their loud toy; you should punish me, Daddy. All that goodness didn’t get to burn. Daddy can burn me, make me scream.”

“Dru, stop!” Spike made a grab for her foot as she passed his fallen body but he wasn’t able to stop her progression towards her poker-wielding sire. “Damn it, Peaches, it’s me you want to punish, not Dru. Leave her alone and take me on man to man. Any bully can hurt the girls. You afraid to face me?”

“You’re not a man, Spike. Not just because you were turned either. You were a nancy boy as a human and you are a pitiful, emotional sap as a vampire.” Angelus reached for Dru and rolled the hot poker up and down her exposed arm.
She shrieked and writhed in agony as her skin sizzled and blistered.

With a speed that Buffy had never witnessed in a vamp, Angelus tossed Dru to one side and was towering over Spike, poker in hand. “You are right, though. It IS you that I want to punish.” He raised the still hot poker and plunged it in Spike’s heart. Dru let out a scream loud enough to drown out the pained gasp from Spike.

The gathered minions shifted uncomfortably at the cruel parody of a staking they had just witnessed. True, the poker being metal made it impossible for Spike to have been dusted. The message, however, was the same: if you crossed Angelus, your unlife was going to be short and painful.

Dru’s screams turned to mad giggles as she began to clap her hands in glee. “Oooh, Daddy’s angry. Now Spike’s going to get it! Canes and chains, canes and chains and rivers of blood for bad doggies, like it used to be! Daddy’s ‘ome. Make us all obey, ‘e will.”

Angelus kicked the wheelchair on its side and hoisted Spike across it, face down. “Someone needs a reminder of just who’s top dog around here, I think.”

He began to tug Spike’s loose fitting jeans down off of his hips. He looked up at the gathered vampires and spared a glance at a shocked looking Buffy before announcing, “Time you all had a lesson. I own you all. You exist to serve me and bring me pleasure. You will all carry out my orders with no thought of betrayal.” He started to unbuckle his belt and pull it through the loops as he spoke. “You will do as I say, when I say it.”
Angelus raised the belt and brought it down sharply on Spike’s exposed ass.

Soon the belt was flying across Spike’s backside from neck to thighs. The buckle side was on the whipping end and his skin was being laid open with each blow.

Finally Angelus tossed the bloodied belt to the corner and unzipped his trousers, freeing his engorged cock while his other hand was pushing Spike hard against the chair.

Buffy squeezed her eyes shut when she realized what she was about to witness. ‘God, was it like this always when Angel was without his soul? How did any of them survive?’ she wondered. She heard Spike as he screamed in pain when Angelus took him.

The only sounds Buffy heard were Spike’s grunts of pain and Dru’s mad clapping competing with the slap of flesh on flesh that testified to Angelus’ brutal thrusts. Sex to Angelus seemed to have no room for anything but brutality, based on Buffy’s experience in this hell. There was no sign of the tender, careful lover who had taken her virginity just days before. There was also none of the concern she had seen in Spike these past days either.

Eyes tightly shut, she tried to concentrate on these fleeting thoughts and tune out the savagery taking place at her feet. She pondered that loss of soul and why it made such a difference in one vampire that all shreds of humanity were lost while the other, never encumbered with a soul, seemed to have plenty of human traits in him. She remembered overhearing the blue demon saying that Spike and even Dru were tainted with humanity, but Angelus was pure. At the time, she had snorted at that comment, but now had to admit she had seen proof of it, at least where Spike was concerned.

Somehow Spike really was trying to help her. He had gone to her house and hadn’t denied making a deal when Angelus accused him of it. In some way, the gang had stopped the Judge and Spike was involved. Not much made sense to the chained girl. She felt that all she had been sure of was spiraling into some confusing mist. Angel was her love, yet could she love him after this? Spike was her enemy, yet could she ever truly see him as nothing but a monster after this? Souls allowed one to be good and decent, yet she had seen shadows of both in the soulless vampire being brutalized on the floor below her.

Her musings kept her from hearing all but the loudest cries and screams and helped her to keep a grip on her panic. If Spike had contacted her mother, perhaps they would rescue her in time. She had seen more than enough of Angelus and was quite ready to dust him without blinking. What to do about Spike was another matter entirely.

Angelus finished, having come with a roar of pleasure. “Willie! I’d forgotten what a sweet arse ye have, boy. Always did love havin’ to put you in your place.” He pulled out of the bloody vampire and rose to his feet. “Dru, time for a little nap before we go and find some nice tender townsmen for dinner.” He kicked Spike off the overturned wheelchair as he passed by.

The minions filtered out of the room, some heading out to feed while others took up their positions to guard their Master as he rested.

Spike crawled towards Buffy as he struggled to refasten his jeans. He touched her foot, causing her to open her eyes cautiously. Buffy felt tears pool her eyes as she looked at her battered and bloodied unexpected ally.

“See, Buffy,” Spike gasped out painfully, “Just the body. Not me. Not you.” He drifted off into unconsciousness then as Buffy wept.

Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/44451.html