Sin Eater: India 1900 (part 2 of 6)
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thatotherpervremember when I said the parts were short? well, some are shorter than others. *g* but I think it does the trick.
Title: Sin Eater
Author: Mel (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: Spangel
Rating: uh...R? I guess maybe NC-17, though...I'd say R for non-porny intent of the smexing.
Summary: pre-canon AU. What if Spike stumbled across Angelus just before he fled China? A peek at how their lives would have been different.
Warnings: typical vamp stuff...violence, sexual violence, death. insanity. angst.
A/N: I'm keeping everything pre-leave-off point as close to canon as possible, so sire = in the sense of mentor.
Previous parts here
India, 1900
“You have to eat.”
Angel was so weak he could barely stir in the bed. Hadn’t fed in the three weeks they’d been travelling, and it made Spike sick to see him this way. Sick with worry, sick with anger. Disgust. This was not his sire. This wasn’t the proud, vital patriarch he’d known.
Those brown eyes that used to flash with humor and bloodlust gazed weakly at the boy Spike had dragged in for him, startling him with their sheen of tears. So frequent an occurrence now, but it never stopped scaring the piss out of him. “I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.”
Spike could barely hear the trembling whisper above the brat’s loud, pleading gibberish, and his futile struggle was trying Spike’s last nerve. He clenched his jaw and looked away, so close to losing his temper with Angel. Never did have the patience with this wanker that he had for his goddess.
His view out the crude window to their room was veiled with the mosquito netting that hemmed them into the bed, but he could still make out the lush foliage, the tight clutch of the other buildings in this village. It was a bad place to stop, in a community this tight-knit, but Angel hadn’t been fit to travel any farther, and the people here were ever hospitable. A family had vacated their home for the duration of their stay.
But they couldn’t stay long, that was the thing—because Spike sure as hell wouldn’t starve himself, and soon they’d have the village on them with torches and stakes. Angel had to feed tonight so they could bugger off tomorrow, and he had to feed now, so Spike could snag another spicy treat before they all went indoors.
Unbelievable as it would seem, Angelus could no longer kill. Couldn’t. It pained him, as if it were physical. Spike didn’t understand it, but at this point, there was only one thing to do.
Angel wailed when Spike snapped the boy’s neck. Wailed like that soul (and Christ, hadn’t that news been a shock) was being ripped right out of him, and would that it were. He dry-heaved into the bedding and wept, but Spike waited him out and when his fit had ended, he tore the boy’s throat open himself and put the gushing wound right to Angel’s cracked lips.
In the end, Angel couldn’t say no to that.
London 1902
Title: Sin Eater
Author: Mel (
btvslover82)Pairing: Spangel
Rating: uh...R? I guess maybe NC-17, though...I'd say R for non-porny intent of the smexing.
Summary: pre-canon AU. What if Spike stumbled across Angelus just before he fled China? A peek at how their lives would have been different.
Warnings: typical vamp stuff...violence, sexual violence, death. insanity. angst.
A/N: I'm keeping everything pre-leave-off point as close to canon as possible, so sire = in the sense of mentor.
Previous parts here
India, 1900
“You have to eat.”
Angel was so weak he could barely stir in the bed. Hadn’t fed in the three weeks they’d been travelling, and it made Spike sick to see him this way. Sick with worry, sick with anger. Disgust. This was not his sire. This wasn’t the proud, vital patriarch he’d known.
Those brown eyes that used to flash with humor and bloodlust gazed weakly at the boy Spike had dragged in for him, startling him with their sheen of tears. So frequent an occurrence now, but it never stopped scaring the piss out of him. “I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.”
Spike could barely hear the trembling whisper above the brat’s loud, pleading gibberish, and his futile struggle was trying Spike’s last nerve. He clenched his jaw and looked away, so close to losing his temper with Angel. Never did have the patience with this wanker that he had for his goddess.
His view out the crude window to their room was veiled with the mosquito netting that hemmed them into the bed, but he could still make out the lush foliage, the tight clutch of the other buildings in this village. It was a bad place to stop, in a community this tight-knit, but Angel hadn’t been fit to travel any farther, and the people here were ever hospitable. A family had vacated their home for the duration of their stay.
But they couldn’t stay long, that was the thing—because Spike sure as hell wouldn’t starve himself, and soon they’d have the village on them with torches and stakes. Angel had to feed tonight so they could bugger off tomorrow, and he had to feed now, so Spike could snag another spicy treat before they all went indoors.
Unbelievable as it would seem, Angelus could no longer kill. Couldn’t. It pained him, as if it were physical. Spike didn’t understand it, but at this point, there was only one thing to do.
Angel wailed when Spike snapped the boy’s neck. Wailed like that soul (and Christ, hadn’t that news been a shock) was being ripped right out of him, and would that it were. He dry-heaved into the bedding and wept, but Spike waited him out and when his fit had ended, he tore the boy’s throat open himself and put the gushing wound right to Angel’s cracked lips.
In the end, Angel couldn’t say no to that.
London 1902
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Date: 2006-12-28 12:34 am (UTC)and you've really captured a snapshot here, it's so bleak and angsty. i love: "Couldn’t. It pained him, as if it were physical."
It's such a brilliant description from Spike's point of view of what's going on with Angel. I felt his confusion and his irritation.
this was lovely.
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Date: 2006-12-28 01:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-28 12:47 am (UTC)Short chapter but no less great. Looking forward to more.
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Date: 2006-12-28 01:33 am (UTC)it makes sense to me that you'd be focused on Spike. after all, Angel's sort of predicament is canon, so it's not new. what Spike is facing is something different.
thanks babe!
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Date: 2006-12-28 01:36 am (UTC)yeah, I can only imagine that Spike would be really pissy about putting in this position to coddle Angelus at first. after all, not like Angelus ever coddled him :P
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Date: 2006-12-28 02:01 am (UTC)funny that I hadn't even made the Catholic connection over the sin eater concept...how weird is that? interesting because Liam was Catholic.
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Date: 2006-12-28 02:12 am (UTC)movie? haha. I don't know what you're talking about. which is surprising, because I've long had a thing for him.
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Date: 2006-12-28 01:37 am (UTC)glad you liked that bit :) somehow I don't see Spike doing without for the sake of decorum.
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Date: 2006-12-28 02:03 am (UTC)short and sharp.
Lovely to see Spike doing his best to care for Angelus without really understanding.
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Date: 2006-12-28 02:06 am (UTC)yeah, one thing about Spike's impulsiveness is that sometimes acting on the fly pays off! a good venue for him to play it by ear and be right to do so.
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Date: 2006-12-28 03:19 am (UTC)Oh, yes. He certainly couldn't.
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Date: 2006-12-28 06:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-28 12:08 pm (UTC)Really nice development of the story.
And he is not leaving Angelus, for all that he doesn't have as much patience with him as he had with Dru.
His final solution mirrors the way Dru fed him in the Bronze, when he had the chip. So human to eat meat, as long as someone else kills it. *g*
Nice.
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Date: 2006-12-28 06:47 pm (UTC)no, he's not leaving, is he? funny thing, that. Spike always bitches, but he sticks to a fault.
ha! I hadn't made the connection to the way Dru fed him at the Bronze. it is a human thing, isn't it? the art of moral compromise. but something tells me that Angel won't be okay with that sort of arrangement for long...a soul being what it is relative to the chip. I just have a hunch *g*
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Date: 2006-12-29 09:00 pm (UTC)PS: I'm kidding, the fic is excellent. I'm looking forward to reading more. It's a very different premise and I look forward to seeing the outcome. :)
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Date: 2006-12-29 09:06 pm (UTC)and anyway, he said he was going to leave the next night, so he'd probably just leave the body in the corner until they took off at sunset. though it would be awkward if they came looking during the day....
well. he'd think of something :)
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Date: 2006-12-29 03:25 am (UTC)I can't wait for more.
He dry-heaved into the bedding and wept, but Spike waited him out and when his fit had ended, he tore the boy’s throat open himself and put the gushing wound right to Angel’s cracked lips.
*happy sigh*
I love Spike taking care of his sire.
And such a brilliant title too!
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Date: 2006-12-29 05:23 am (UTC)I love the things that give you a happy sigh. lmao. puking and flowing blood, haha. but that's one of my favorite lines, so I know what you mean.
he's definitely taking care of him, if a bit grudgingly.
thanks on the title! glad you like it.
This wasn’t the proud, vital patriarch he’d known.
Date: 2006-12-30 07:00 am (UTC)I can just imagine him standing there, looking at Angel with this look of bothered confusion, masking the the unease he'd be feeling at the whole change of his sire.
In the end, Angel couldn’t say no to that. oooh. gives me shivers. because we know what that means to Angel, and how he'd feel. Spike can't comprehend that (right now at least)
Re: This wasn’t the proud, vital patriarch he’d known.
Date: 2006-12-30 07:49 pm (UTC)yeah I think Spike would definitely be so freaked out. I mean, Darla was, obviously, but Darla being Darla, her visceral reaction was rage. I think Spike would resent the hell out of the whole situation (and secretly be terrified), but...he's complicated, and such a little masochist when it comes to family or people he cares about. I think he'd hang in there. even if it meant he had to be a little mean to Angel in the process. for that reason, I shall use my new favorite spike icon.
this has been a really fun scenario for me to play with. glad you like where I'm taking it.
oooh. gives me shivers. because we know what that means to Angel, and how he'd feel. Spike can't comprehend that (right now at least)
that made me happy. I was aiming for the shiver. haha.
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Date: 2006-12-31 10:16 pm (UTC)*shivers*
hit me as hard this time as it did the first lol
gah poor babies
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