January 31st, 2013

The Hive:Chapter 13


Chapter 13

By Fangstress

Well, I’m back. I’ve had a bit of a rough time, moving , finding out that my new home had a bug problem, going through all sorts of exterminating, dealing with ex-household stuff, etc – but finally, here’s the next chapter. I hope I didn’t do too badly.


Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover Angel the Series

Warnings: Violence, Slash, Rating R, Spangel, Eventual Spander, Souled!Vamp!Xander, Hive’Verse!, Crossovers, Supernatural, Gunn/Sam, Ghost!Wesley/Illyria,  Post Series, Ensemble Cast, Angst, Hurt/Comfort,

SUMMARY: Xander's life changes forever when he tries to help a deranged Slayer...

To read Chapter 1, click here http://fangstress.livejournal.com/10764.html

To read Chapter 2, click here:http://fangstress.livejournal.com/11426.html

To read Chapter 3, click here:http://fangstress.livejournal.com/11695.html

To read Chapter 4, click here:http://fangstress.livejournal.com/12097.html

To read Chapter 5, click here:http://fangstress.livejournal.com/12826.html

To read Chapter 6, click here:http://fangstress.livejournal.com/13435.html

To read Chapter 7, click here:http://fangstress.livejournal.com/13968.html

To read Chapter 8, click here:http://fangstress.livejournal.com/14954.html

To read Chapter 9, click here:http://fangstress.livejournal.com/15237.html

To read Chapter 10, click here:http://fangstress.livejournal.com/15478.html

To read Chapter 11: click here:http://fangstress.livejournal.com/16296.html

To read Chapter 12: click here:http://fangstress.livejournal.com/16594.html


Looking around amidst all the clutter, Xander almost missed the sad slight figure, huddled over a desk piled high with paper and books.

It was Spike, and he was muttering something softly and urgently to himself; writing furiously on a sheet of paper with a raggedly feathered quill pen. His emaciated frame trembled as if he were freezing, though the room was very warm, though Spike was tightly wrapped up in a heavy, scarlet, velvet robe, with black wool trousers peeking through the folds. His boots were same ones Xander remembered, and lace frothed at the frayed cuffs of the robe, which made his wrists look terribly fragile.

That get-up should have made Spike look dashing and maybe even romantic, Xander thought, but Spike seemed so broken and lost. He was paler than he'd ever been, and his sunken eyes burned too brightly as if he was feverish. Which was an impossibility, anyway—vampires didn’t get sick.  Xander listened as Angel questioned Spike quietly-- had he fed? Obviously not often.

"Quit your fussing, 'Gelus." Spike said to the walls, to the air. "I’ve been endeavoring to finish my chapbook. Very important it is, utmost importance-- lives hang in the balance—worlds---”

"The M'ke'jhisian-Geodetic texts? You translated them?" Angel asked, coming closer to peer over Spike's shoulder, but not touching him.

Spike, snarling, spun his chair around to face Angel, but then dropped his head into his hands, and rocking, began to keen softly. “Deep, deep under. I can feel the buzzing, the buzzing bees, and the bees in their armor so busy with their stinging, stinging bitches!"

"Spike." Angel shot Xander a worried glance, then refocused on Spike, trying again. "Vision, Spike? Or flashback? Or is it a dream?"

Spike took a shuddering breath. “Dreams." He huffed. “I think." But he seemed to be calming, focusing.

"Spike," Angel said. "You with us? I brought someone I think you'd like to see."

Spike's long, curly, honey colored hair draggled into his face, and he pushed it back with a shaking hand. "Don't want to. 'S my fault." He turned back to his desk, picking up the pen, hunching over the desk.

"No-- no, Spike--" Angel slowly approached the trembling vampire. “It’s Xander-- and he's here, and it's not your fault."

"All my fault-- all my--" Spike's writing became...violent, the scratch of the pen ripping holes into the paper becoming audible.



Chapter 13

By Fangstress


Xander felt almost as if his hair was standing on end. The surge of adrenaline at Spike’s words sent something ominously thrumming though him, all too familiar.

“Oh, God.” Xander sagged in his chair, burying his face in his hands. “Not again. Not again.”

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