In the Beginning Part 2/?
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viciouswishesTitle: In the Beginning
Author: viciouswishes
Rating: PG13 - in this part.
Setting: Post-“In the Dark” and Pre-“The Initiative.”
Wesley moaned from where Spike had set him on the bed. He felt the cold hard touch of handcuffs as Spike laced them through Wesley’s hands and around the headboard. The gag was removed. His head throbbed as he opened his eyes.
“Thought you were going to sleep the whole day through,” Spike said. He sat down on the bed. Wesley jerked away. “Now come on. You don’t think that I’d eat my guests.” He paused. “Okay, I would. But I need you.” Spike lifted a bottle of water to Wesley’s lips.
Wesley drank and coughed as the water filled his mouth. Compared to the torture he’d received from Faith, this was a vacation.
“If you receive,” Spike vamped, “you have to give. Wouldn’t want Angel to find me out on a hunt.” He sunk his fangs into Wesley’s neck, drinking from Wesley. Wesley gasped in pain at the sharpness of the fangs and the pull of blood. Spike made sure that he wasn’t near the jugular; he didn’t want to kill his hostage – yet. Pulling back, Spike licked his lips. “Did anyone ever tell you how good you taste?”
Wesley felt weakened by the drain. He could barely keep his eyes open before. A fear of dying now lay in his path, and the handcuffs chaffed his wrists. He closed his eyes and drifted back into sleep.
****
“Cordelia, have you seen Wes?” Angel asked, poking his head out of his office. He needed Wesley to go pick up sage up from an herbal shop, which, of course, was only open during the day. “He hasn’t called or anything.”
“Nope.” Cordelia typed away at her computer. She paused. “Wait. Since when does Wesley take the day off? Especially a day off without calling in?”
“When there’s Spike roaming the streets.” Angel rushed over to Cordelia’s desk and dialed the number to Wesley’s apartment. The phone rang, but only the answering machine picked up. “Spike,” Angel growled as he slammed down the receiver.
“You think.” Cordelia frowned. “Angel, we’ll find him. You’ve said it yourself that Spike’s incompetent with long-term plans; he’ll slip up, and then you can stake him and save Wesley.”
“And you have to go home.” Angel picked up her coat and purse. “You’ll be much safer where he can’t enter. Come on.” He handed them to her. “We’ll take the sewers. Plus I might be able to beat up someone on the way for information about Spike.”
“Umm, Angel,” Cordelia interrupted him and stopped him her tracks. “Why are we taking the sewers when it’s sunny outside? I mean, you have to and all, but I don’t. Last time I checked, Spike was a vampire who couldn’t go outside.”
“But Spike’s the only vampire that I know who’s stupid enough to risk his life out in the sunshine.” Angel grabbed her arm and started pulling her toward the sewer entrance. “When Dru wanted something to eat in the daytime, he’d throw a blanket over himself and run across the street. I’d suspect that he’d drive up, grab you, and put out the fire on his hand later.”
“Wow. He has some guts,” Cordelia said as she lowered herself into the sewer entrance. “I mean, I’ve never seen you run out in the daylight...” Angel glared at her. “Except that one time with the pedophile vampire. And you didn’t have a blanket. Go you.”
Angel gave her a half smile as they navigated the sewers. He watched her crinkled her nose at the smell. “Don’t underestimate Spike,” Angel warned. “He may be an idiot, but he’s still a vampire.”
“Don’t give me that lecture because I’ve encountered Spike before,” Cordelia protested. “Hello, I grew up in Sunnydale. If you remember, we had our very own Hellmouth, and Spike paid us a little visit to revive Drusilla.” A squeak of a rat echoed through the tunnels, and she cowered by Angel, grabbing hold of his arm.
“Great,” Angel sighed. She may be human, but she was cutting off the circulation on his arm. “You’re more scared of a rat, then Spike.”
“That’s not fair, Angel. You know that I only want to help find Wes.” And be strong for you because I know you’ll find him, she added to herself. “I don’t possibly see how sitting locked like a prisoner in my own home will help.” She started to climb the stairs that Angel had motioned to. “You’re in luck,” she shouted, once she was at the top. “No direct sunlight here.”
They exited the sewers near her building. As long as she stayed in her home, Angel didn’t have to worry about her. She’d be safe. “Cordelia,” he said as she stepped into her home, “promise me that you’ll stay here. If you need food, call me.”
“Yeah,” she snorted. “Like you can even work your cell phone.”
“I can try.” Angel sighed. “Just please, stay here. For both my own sake and Wesley’s.”
“Fine,” she gave in. “But you owe me and might have to make a grocery store trip for me. Or I could use the online grocery deliverers.” She smiled and hugged Angel. “Find him for me. Find him for both of us.”
Angel left as soon as Cordelia bolted the door behind her. Hopefully, she would stay put. Now he had legwork to do.
Angel entered Wesley’s apartment building. He could smell the blood on the walls. It was fresh, probably early this morning. But it wasn’t Wesley’s. An old woman and her dog walked down the hall. “Excuse me, ma’am,” Angel stopped her.
“Yes,” she responded, smiling at him.
“Can you tell me what happened here,” Angel said. “I work for a detective agency, and we’re looking into a possible kidnapping, and anything that you can tell me could be helpful.” He put his best face forward – friendly and caring.
“Don’t tell me it’s that nice young man who lives there.” She pointed toward Wesley’s apartment door. “There was a ruckus a few hours before sunrise. I woke up to it, as I don’t sleep as well as I used to. There was a girl with a nasty gash on her throat, who’d lost a lot of blood. But I did find these.” She took out of her pocket a set of keys. Wesley’s keys. “Are you a friend?”
“Yes,” Angel admitted. “And I’m worried about him. Do you mind if I take the keys?” The woman smiled and nodded. “Thanks,” Angel said as she walked away with her dog in tow.
Everything was neat and tidy inside Wesley’s apartment. From the doorway, Angel could tell that Wesley had never made it inside. Clearly, Spike had jumped Wesley in the hall and drug him off from there. For once in his life, Angel wished that Spike was someone whose mysteries could be solved with the thick books on Wesley’s shelf. But no such luck. This would be a hunt.
He locked the door tight and followed the scent of blood. And the slight smell of Spike. However, once outside the trail went cold. A little of Wesley’s blood peppered the sidewalk. Most likely, Spike was driving around L.A. in that beat-up Desoto.
Going back into the sewers, he went to the butcher’s shop. He needed blood, and it was a good place to beat up someone for information. Beating up someone would make him feel better.
Author: viciouswishes
Rating: PG13 - in this part.
Setting: Post-“In the Dark” and Pre-“The Initiative.”
Wesley moaned from where Spike had set him on the bed. He felt the cold hard touch of handcuffs as Spike laced them through Wesley’s hands and around the headboard. The gag was removed. His head throbbed as he opened his eyes.
“Thought you were going to sleep the whole day through,” Spike said. He sat down on the bed. Wesley jerked away. “Now come on. You don’t think that I’d eat my guests.” He paused. “Okay, I would. But I need you.” Spike lifted a bottle of water to Wesley’s lips.
Wesley drank and coughed as the water filled his mouth. Compared to the torture he’d received from Faith, this was a vacation.
“If you receive,” Spike vamped, “you have to give. Wouldn’t want Angel to find me out on a hunt.” He sunk his fangs into Wesley’s neck, drinking from Wesley. Wesley gasped in pain at the sharpness of the fangs and the pull of blood. Spike made sure that he wasn’t near the jugular; he didn’t want to kill his hostage – yet. Pulling back, Spike licked his lips. “Did anyone ever tell you how good you taste?”
Wesley felt weakened by the drain. He could barely keep his eyes open before. A fear of dying now lay in his path, and the handcuffs chaffed his wrists. He closed his eyes and drifted back into sleep.
****
“Cordelia, have you seen Wes?” Angel asked, poking his head out of his office. He needed Wesley to go pick up sage up from an herbal shop, which, of course, was only open during the day. “He hasn’t called or anything.”
“Nope.” Cordelia typed away at her computer. She paused. “Wait. Since when does Wesley take the day off? Especially a day off without calling in?”
“When there’s Spike roaming the streets.” Angel rushed over to Cordelia’s desk and dialed the number to Wesley’s apartment. The phone rang, but only the answering machine picked up. “Spike,” Angel growled as he slammed down the receiver.
“You think.” Cordelia frowned. “Angel, we’ll find him. You’ve said it yourself that Spike’s incompetent with long-term plans; he’ll slip up, and then you can stake him and save Wesley.”
“And you have to go home.” Angel picked up her coat and purse. “You’ll be much safer where he can’t enter. Come on.” He handed them to her. “We’ll take the sewers. Plus I might be able to beat up someone on the way for information about Spike.”
“Umm, Angel,” Cordelia interrupted him and stopped him her tracks. “Why are we taking the sewers when it’s sunny outside? I mean, you have to and all, but I don’t. Last time I checked, Spike was a vampire who couldn’t go outside.”
“But Spike’s the only vampire that I know who’s stupid enough to risk his life out in the sunshine.” Angel grabbed her arm and started pulling her toward the sewer entrance. “When Dru wanted something to eat in the daytime, he’d throw a blanket over himself and run across the street. I’d suspect that he’d drive up, grab you, and put out the fire on his hand later.”
“Wow. He has some guts,” Cordelia said as she lowered herself into the sewer entrance. “I mean, I’ve never seen you run out in the daylight...” Angel glared at her. “Except that one time with the pedophile vampire. And you didn’t have a blanket. Go you.”
Angel gave her a half smile as they navigated the sewers. He watched her crinkled her nose at the smell. “Don’t underestimate Spike,” Angel warned. “He may be an idiot, but he’s still a vampire.”
“Don’t give me that lecture because I’ve encountered Spike before,” Cordelia protested. “Hello, I grew up in Sunnydale. If you remember, we had our very own Hellmouth, and Spike paid us a little visit to revive Drusilla.” A squeak of a rat echoed through the tunnels, and she cowered by Angel, grabbing hold of his arm.
“Great,” Angel sighed. She may be human, but she was cutting off the circulation on his arm. “You’re more scared of a rat, then Spike.”
“That’s not fair, Angel. You know that I only want to help find Wes.” And be strong for you because I know you’ll find him, she added to herself. “I don’t possibly see how sitting locked like a prisoner in my own home will help.” She started to climb the stairs that Angel had motioned to. “You’re in luck,” she shouted, once she was at the top. “No direct sunlight here.”
They exited the sewers near her building. As long as she stayed in her home, Angel didn’t have to worry about her. She’d be safe. “Cordelia,” he said as she stepped into her home, “promise me that you’ll stay here. If you need food, call me.”
“Yeah,” she snorted. “Like you can even work your cell phone.”
“I can try.” Angel sighed. “Just please, stay here. For both my own sake and Wesley’s.”
“Fine,” she gave in. “But you owe me and might have to make a grocery store trip for me. Or I could use the online grocery deliverers.” She smiled and hugged Angel. “Find him for me. Find him for both of us.”
Angel left as soon as Cordelia bolted the door behind her. Hopefully, she would stay put. Now he had legwork to do.
Angel entered Wesley’s apartment building. He could smell the blood on the walls. It was fresh, probably early this morning. But it wasn’t Wesley’s. An old woman and her dog walked down the hall. “Excuse me, ma’am,” Angel stopped her.
“Yes,” she responded, smiling at him.
“Can you tell me what happened here,” Angel said. “I work for a detective agency, and we’re looking into a possible kidnapping, and anything that you can tell me could be helpful.” He put his best face forward – friendly and caring.
“Don’t tell me it’s that nice young man who lives there.” She pointed toward Wesley’s apartment door. “There was a ruckus a few hours before sunrise. I woke up to it, as I don’t sleep as well as I used to. There was a girl with a nasty gash on her throat, who’d lost a lot of blood. But I did find these.” She took out of her pocket a set of keys. Wesley’s keys. “Are you a friend?”
“Yes,” Angel admitted. “And I’m worried about him. Do you mind if I take the keys?” The woman smiled and nodded. “Thanks,” Angel said as she walked away with her dog in tow.
Everything was neat and tidy inside Wesley’s apartment. From the doorway, Angel could tell that Wesley had never made it inside. Clearly, Spike had jumped Wesley in the hall and drug him off from there. For once in his life, Angel wished that Spike was someone whose mysteries could be solved with the thick books on Wesley’s shelf. But no such luck. This would be a hunt.
He locked the door tight and followed the scent of blood. And the slight smell of Spike. However, once outside the trail went cold. A little of Wesley’s blood peppered the sidewalk. Most likely, Spike was driving around L.A. in that beat-up Desoto.
Going back into the sewers, he went to the butcher’s shop. He needed blood, and it was a good place to beat up someone for information. Beating up someone would make him feel better.
