Title: Written In The Stars, Part 20 – Brown Paper Packages Tied Up With String
Author: Xanfan
Rating: R/NC-17 for future chapters
Pairing: m/m
Summary: SLASH. Xander and Spike become friends after Spike gets the chip, they are both hurt and Dru rescues them and
brings them to Angel to heal.
Spoilers: BtVS up through season 4 and Ats 1st season. I may however take some liberties with the exact timeline, so, any
season from either show is fair game.
Warnings: SLASH
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original
characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers
of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Original Challenge: Spike has been chipped and taken in by the Scoobies. Just as he and
Xander are beginning to become friends something their both hurt and it’s up
to Angel to save and care for them. The twist is its Dru that saves them
and brings them to Daddy.
A/N: I may make take some liberties with timelines from both shows. And Anya was just a onetime thing. Also, Cordy has a
spare room. And the Hyperion thing happened earlier than the blowing up thing, because I need a place to house all these
people, so I can pull them out to play with them at my will.
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Angel entered the abandoned hotel that now housed his ‘guests.’ As he reached the lobby area, his senses were assaulted by
a familiar, if somewhat faint, smell. Blood.
Not human blood, either.
The dark vampire followed his nose to a parcel that was lying on the counter top. He hesitantly reached out his hand to open
the string-tied brown paper package.
As the wrappings fell away, Angel’s eyes were immediately drawn to the note on top.
He recognized the dainty handwriting as belonging to his childe. He also recognized the smell of demon blood coming from her
habit of ‘improvising’ with her writing materials.
Dear Daddy,
Miss Edith and the stars reminded me that in my haste to return to the big trees that make a beautiful ever nighttime to find my
dark love, I forgot to tell you about the bad men that had my Spikey and the Kitten. Don’t worry, I punished Miss Edith for not
reminding me earlier.
I didn’t like the bad men, Daddy. The stars screamed at me, it was all I could do to concentrate on killing the nasty destroyers
of death. But the stars danced with glee when the last drop of their smelly blood fell.
Miss Edith warned me to kill every one of them, and I did, even though their insides were fetid, putrid with ichor.
I danced with the stars on those beasts’ bones, my demon rejoiced, for it had almost shriveled in fear of them. If I had not had
to save my Spikey and your kitten, I would have run away at its urging.
Tell my prince that his dark princess is his no more. There are other wild animals who roam the night for him. They can run
free and howl together. Like we used to do.
Miss Edith whispers naughty things in my ears about you and your dark kitten. She makes me giggle. I saved him for you,
Daddy, so you could do those things she teased me about.
I was angry when the stars said my real daddy wouldn’t be coming back, no matter how much fun you have with the beautiful
boy. They said his punishment for the stone monster was never being free of the nasty spark ever again.
Miss Eleanor was being bad by saying she thought it was for the best, that the world would be safer without my true daddy. I
had to send her away because of it. But Miss Edith got mad at me, so I brought Miss Eleanor back and glued her head back
together and everything.
The stars will tell your new star-listener all about it. The one who used to listen to them for you told me so. I like his spiny
things. Maybe he should have been the one we called Spike.
I trust you to take care of them, Daddy. I have promised the stars that I will stay far away from you and yours. I can no longer
be your little girl, just like you can no longer be my daddy.
Your princess,
Drusilla
Angel stared at the note in his hands for a little longer, not sure if understood or believed what it was saying.
He looked down to see what had been under the letter and saw a piece of greenish-blue decaying flesh on top of a dust and
blood covered book. He gingerly picked up the skin and set it aside. Angel then picked up the book and tried to read the
cover, with no success because a piece of demon blood soaked… something was stuck to most of the cover.
He opened it up and found a book written in some language that was similar to Latin, but not close enough that Angel could
read it.
“This looks like a job for Wesley and Giles,” Angel muttered to himself.
“What looks like a job for myself and my former colleague?” Giles asked from behind him.
Angel turned, pretending he hadn’t been startled by Giles’ presence. “It seems that Drusilla sent us a book. Along with a note.
It is in Drusilla-speak, so we may need Spike to interpret it for us.
“May I?” Giles asked, gesturing towards the book and the note.
“Sure,” Angel said as he handed them over.
The elder Watcher read through the note, his brow furrowing at some places and rising at others. He then glanced at the first
few pages of the book, studiously ignoring the ichor on the cover.
Placing both items back on the counter, Giles pulled his glasses off and used the handkerchief from his pocket to clean them
before he placed them back on his nose.
“Well, that certainly is an interesting note. I, too, am not sure I grasped the whole of it, but some parts were slightly… clearer
than others. ‘Destroyers of death’ could be a translation of their actual name, or just something she made up. I tend to lean
towards a translation, as the book is in an ancient form of a language derived from Latin. The words ‘Letummanes’ and
‘Nihilmortis’ both jumped out at me from the little I could read of it. Both words have similarities to the words ‘annihilation’ and
‘death’ or ‘spirits of the dead.’ I have heard of some ancient demons who hunt vampires, seeing them as inferior abominations,
in an effort to wipe them from the earth. As vampires are sometimes seen as ‘death’ or ‘walking dead’ these terms could refer
to a race that seeks to annihilate the undead. This is all speculation, at this point, but I believe Wesley and I have the
resources to investigate this further. If this is the case, we may need to find out if she did indeed finish them all off, or if they
are still a threat.”
Angel nodded in agreement.
Giles continued, “We may also want to investigate her claim as to whether or not your actions with Acathla resulted in the
permanence of your soul.”
“What?” Angel asked in confusion.
Giles offered, “’They said his punishment for the stone monster was never being free of the nasty spark ever again.’ The
‘stone monster’ could be Acathla and the ‘nasty spark’ would be your soul.”
Angel leaned against the countertop heavily, overwhelmed at the possibility that his soul could be permanent.
“We will also need to discuss, privately of course, what exactly your intentions toward Xander are. And how much ‘fun’ you
intend on having with him,” Giles said seriously.
Angel gulped.
Part 21
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