The Guardian Chapter 3
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iceminkFirst of all the first two chapters are now betaed. I don't know if anyone was holding off on reading them until they were, but if so you can now read with the assurance they are relatively error free. This chapter however, hasn't been betaed yet.
And now for the big
Warnings:
Most of this chapter is flashback to Angel and Darla when they were 17. There's some het, mention of rape, and a clear indication of child prostitution going on. In fact pretty much all of the warnings for this story apply to this chapter.
Which by the way is why I'm rather nervous about this chapter. I've been reworking this chapter for weeks now, and trying to decide if there was some other way I could write it. Bascially I decided this was the best way for the story.
Title: The Guardian
Pairing: Spike/Angel and flashbacks to Angel/Darla
Rating: NC-17 (please read the warnings)
Summary: All human AU. It was eight years ago that Liam promised to protect Darla and be her angel. It's a promise he's done his best to keep, even if these days she can barely stand to be around him. Then one night he finds a young prostitute, William, getting beat up in an alley. But will helping William destroy the delicate balance of Angel's life, or will it be William who saves Angel from his own dark past?
Warning: This is a dark and angsty fic, mostly concerning Angel's past with Darla. There's mention of non-con, a lot of this story is about prostitution, and there's a flashback to Angel and Darla when they are 17 that's very sexual in nature. And then of course there is some violence. I think that about covers it, but I'll add specific warnings for various chapters.
Beta by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
slackerace
Previous chapters can be found here.
Chapter 3:
Angel let the hot water cascade over his body. He rolled his shoulders, stretching them a bit working out the pleasant burn in his muscles. Of course any peace he might have gained by pushing his body during his martial arts lesson had been lost when he came home to find Darla holding a gun on Spike.
The realization that Darla no longer trusted him to keep her safe hurt. He had long ago given up hope that he would ever again be more to her than the muscle part of their business partnership. But he couldn't believe that she thought she needed a gun. And didn't she understand that a gun wouldn't scare most people anywhere near as much as he did?
Anyone could own a gun, but even after five years, Angel still saw the way people looked at him. He still heard the whispers of "coat-hanger," "killed them all with his bare-hands" and "they just kept shooting him but he wouldn't stop." Of course most of it wasn't true, or had been exaggerated to the point where it didn't resemble the truth anymore. Like he'd never been shot, and there hadn't been ten guys.
He didn't bother to correct people. The more the story grew, the less he had nights like last night where he actually had to hurt someone. But Jason just had to go and be an idiot, leaving Angel no choice but to teach him a lesson.
That was what he had learned in prison. A reputation was good, but when push came to shove, you had better be able to shove.
Reluctantly he turned off the water and got out of the shower. He still hadn't figured out what exactly he was going to do with Spike. He hadn't really thought about it when he'd brought the kid home last night, he'd just felt sorry for him and didn't want to leave him out there.
Maybe Darla was right, maybe they should put Spike to work for them. The kid was already turning tricks so it wasn't like they were corrupting him, and he was much better off with Angel's protection than without it. Angel knew firsthand the bad things that could happen to a kid alone on the streets.
Eight years ago
Liam cried, trying to block out the world. Trying to be anywhere but in his own skin. His ass felt like it was on fire, where the Master and his body guards had raped him, and his cock was tender and throbbing. He had tried more than once to reach down and undo the leather straps that painfully bound his privates, but every time his fingers touched it, it hurt even more.
When he felt a hand on his arm, he almost jumped out of his skin.
"Hey, it's okay big guy," a girl told him. "I'm Darla, what's your name?"
He wanted to tell her, but he was afraid that if he spoke he'd just start sobbing like a baby and he wouldn't be able to talk.
And he already felt silly for being scared of Darla. She was tiny, barely half his size, and no older than him. Maybe sixteen or seventeen. She was also really pretty, although under the circumstances the short skirt of her school girl outfit didn't excite him the way it normally would have.
She smiled kindly at him. "That's okay." She brushed a strand of hair away from his face. "I didn't know you'd be so cute. You've got a face like an angel, anyone ever tell you that?"
He shook his head. He was in too much pain to want to try and speak. Still it was kind of nice being called cute by a pretty girl.
"It hurts, doesn't it?" she asked. He only nodded. "I know. The first night's always the worst. That's when they try and break you. It'll get better though. And I can make it a little better now. Will you let me do that?" she asked.
He wasn't sure how she could make things better, but he couldn't see how she could make things worse either. He nodded in agreement.
She scooted closer to him and reached down towards his penis. He was shocked enough that he didn't move, until her fingers on the leather sent fresh waves of pain through his abused member.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "But look we've got to take that off. It'll be better with it off, I promise." She looked at him thoughtfully. "Do you like girls, Angel?" He looked at her, not quite understanding the question. "You know, to fuck. If you weren't so. . . purple, would you want to fuck me?"
He was shocked by her bluntness and unsure how to answer, especially considering the shape he was in.
Luckily she continued the strange conversation for him. "You do don't you? I can tell." She started to unbutton her white blouse, and opened up the front so that he could see that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. "You just look at my tits, okay? Just think about them, and this'll be over soon."
Even if she hadn't told him too, he could hardly do anything else. He'd never seen a girl's breasts in the flesh before. Liam did like girls, but they had always been so much trouble. You had to take them out and follow a set of rules he didn't quite get before they'd fool around with you. It was much easier to get to the good stuff with guys, and since Liam had never been picky as long as he had someone to kiss, he'd ended up mostly pursuing guys.
So he watched with fascination the way her breasts moved as she scooted closer. He thought she would have been perfect, if it wasn't for the way her ribs stuck out from her too thin frame, or the bruises that mottled her stomach.
When she reached down again he was better prepared. He managed to grit his teeth as she undid the cruel leather straps around his cock and balls. Still there were tears leaking from the sides of his eyes from the pain.
"You did good, Angel," she told him.
He wanted to tell her that his name was Liam, and that Angel sounded soft and wussy. But he still didn't trust himself to speak.
"All right now," she said. "I'm going to take care of your other side first. Get you cleaned up, and then I'll finish up the front, okay?"
She didn't wait for him to respond, she just got up, picking up a couple of bottles and a towel that he hadn't noticed until now and moved around to his back.
She placed her hands half way down his spine, letting him know where she was, as she slowly moved her hands further south. Then he felt something cool and soft. A wet towel, as she gently began to clean his backside.
He wanted to gag, as he thought about just what it was she was cleaning up, and he wondered how she could stand to touch him.
Of course he'd figured out this was a brothel, which meant she had to be a whore. He hadn't let himself think about that now, or how it looked like this was his life now. It made the teen shelter he'd been staying in since his dad kicked him out look like heaven.
Liam's body tensed reflexively, when he felt the towel approach the bloody ring of flesh where he'd been raped.
"It's okay," Darla soothed him. One of her hands gently stroked his back, until he relaxed again. Then she continued cleaning him.
When she was done with the towel she leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "I've got some lotion okay? It'll make you feel better, but I gotta use my fingers to put it in you, all right?"
"No," he said, shaking his head and speaking to her for the first time.
"Hey, look at me, big guy," she prompted him. He propped himself up and turned to look at her. "It's not going to be okay," she said sadly. "And it's not really going to get better. But it can be less bad. That's what you got to do here, minimize the bad. So let me do this for you, cause you'll hurt a lot less tomorrow if I do."
Liam couldn't remember anyone speaking to him so bluntly or honestly in his life. She was like one of those "Shit Happens" bumper stickers, and for the first time Liam thought he'd met a girl who would actually be worth dating.
"Besides," she added, holding her hand up and wiggling her index finger. "Look, how little my finger is. A big guy like you can stand that, right?"
Despite the fact that having anything inserted in his ass ever again made his stomach churn, he didn't want to look like a wimp in front of Darla. And if she could make the burning go away even a little, well, it would be worth it.
"Okay," he said hoarsely.
He watched as she rubbed a lot of the lotion on her fingers. She started her hand on the small of his back, slowly working her way down so that she didn't surprise him. Gently she traced his asshole with her finger. She was right, the lotion did feel good although it did tingle a bit, but in a healing kind of way. She just kept running her finger around the rim, until he relaxed into her touch. Then she gently pushed her finger inside of him.
He winced a little, but it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. As she rubbed the lotion around his bruised insides, he did start to feel better.
"Can I ask you something?" he said, trying to keep himself from remembering why she was doing what she was doing.
"Sure," she said.
"Do the uh. . . johns usually do that?" he gestured to the bruises on her stomach.
"No, it was some of the other kids," she told him.
"Why?"
"They don't like me," she explained. "I used to be the Master's favorite. I didn't have to stay down here with them and I got treated better. Till I got too old for him. Now it's kind of open season on me. Can I use a second finger?" she asked.
One wasn't so bad, so he nodded, and she added a second slick finger to soothe his aching insides.
He decided not to ask any more questions. He didn't want to think about what it might mean to be the Master's favorite. Or what it meant that the other kids had turned on Darla, or that none of them had bothered to care when he'd been thrown into the room. It was all too bleak.
Then she was done. She crawled back around to his front with the bottle of lotion.
"You gotta promise me something now, okay Angel?" He nodded. "No badmouthing my skills okay? Normally guys love this, but the way they had your boys bound up, this is probably gonna hurt more than feel good. No complaining though, okay? Guys normally pay a lot for this."
He nodded again, although he wasn't quite sure what he was agreeing to. But he trusted her. She had made him feel better both physically and emotionally and he didn't want her to walk away.
She smiled, and rubbed more of the lotion on her hands. Then she reached for his cock, and began to stroke it.
She was right, it didn't feel good the way it should. It was also kind of embarrassing. He was still tender and throbbing, and she seemed almost merciless as she tugged on his dick.
It even hurt when he finally came, but then he felt good. Not the way jerking off normally made him feel good, but just the huge relief at letting go. That feeling of relief began to spread through his limbs and he felt sleepy, although he wasn't too sure about sleeping in this place.
"Come on, big guy," she said as she tried to pull him up. "Let's get you in bed. You don't really want to sleep on the floor do you?"
He shook his head, and did his best to get up, although his legs were kind of shaky. Luckily she didn't take him far. Just to the nearest unoccupied bed. She helped him settle onto his side and slip under the covers.
For a moment Darla sat there on the edge of the small cot, thinking about what she was going to say.
"Do you think. . ." she paused and hugged her chest. "I know it's a small cot, but sometimes when I go to sleep alone. . . I don't always wake up that way. Could I maybe. . ?"
He didn't force her to finish her request, he just scooted over a bit and lifted the blanket so she could crawl in next to him. Although some small part of him wanted to curl back up into a ball and be left alone, she was the only thing he had to hold on to. And her comment had him a little worried. He didn't fancy the idea of anyone getting in bed with him while he slept either. Besides, even if he wasn't up to fooling around he wasn't going to tell a pretty girl that she couldn't sleep with him.
As it turned out, she was so small, that it didn't make much difference. And there was no way he was sleeping on his back that night anyway.
Something else happened as she spooned up against him. When he put a protective arm around her waist, he felt strong; a little less like a victim. Just the thought that he could protect this girl made him feel good. It gave him something to cling to.
"So I was thinking," she whispered to him. "You're a big guy right? No one's going to want to mess with you. So you could take care of me, and I'd take care of you."
As she spoke those last words, she put her hand over his, and dragged it up until he was cupping one of her breasts.
He couldn't help but let his hand rest there. Her skin was so soft and warm to his touch. But then he felt bad and moved it back to the safer area of her stomach.
"That's okay, you don't have to do that," he told her.
A part of him was cursing himself, thinking he was crazy for turning down this girl's offer of sex. But another part of him didn't want to take advantage of her. He didn't want to be just another guy paying her for sex. He wanted her to want him too.
She turned in his arms so she was facing him. She pressed her face against his chest and ran her hands up his arms.
"I would though," she insisted. "Whatever you want. Just, please. . ." her voice began to break and she sounded as if she was about to cry, her tough demeanor washing away.
"Hey, shhh," he said, stroking her hair. He liked that. It felt good comforting her, make him forget how awful he felt. "I'll take care of you, okay. I promise. I'll be your guardian angel."
He continued to stroke her hair until she fell asleep. It made him feel good not to be alone, and maybe he could make her feel good too.
And now for the big
Warnings:
Most of this chapter is flashback to Angel and Darla when they were 17. There's some het, mention of rape, and a clear indication of child prostitution going on. In fact pretty much all of the warnings for this story apply to this chapter.
Which by the way is why I'm rather nervous about this chapter. I've been reworking this chapter for weeks now, and trying to decide if there was some other way I could write it. Bascially I decided this was the best way for the story.
Title: The Guardian
Pairing: Spike/Angel and flashbacks to Angel/Darla
Rating: NC-17 (please read the warnings)
Summary: All human AU. It was eight years ago that Liam promised to protect Darla and be her angel. It's a promise he's done his best to keep, even if these days she can barely stand to be around him. Then one night he finds a young prostitute, William, getting beat up in an alley. But will helping William destroy the delicate balance of Angel's life, or will it be William who saves Angel from his own dark past?
Warning: This is a dark and angsty fic, mostly concerning Angel's past with Darla. There's mention of non-con, a lot of this story is about prostitution, and there's a flashback to Angel and Darla when they are 17 that's very sexual in nature. And then of course there is some violence. I think that about covers it, but I'll add specific warnings for various chapters.
Beta by
slackeracePrevious chapters can be found here.
Chapter 3:
Angel let the hot water cascade over his body. He rolled his shoulders, stretching them a bit working out the pleasant burn in his muscles. Of course any peace he might have gained by pushing his body during his martial arts lesson had been lost when he came home to find Darla holding a gun on Spike.
The realization that Darla no longer trusted him to keep her safe hurt. He had long ago given up hope that he would ever again be more to her than the muscle part of their business partnership. But he couldn't believe that she thought she needed a gun. And didn't she understand that a gun wouldn't scare most people anywhere near as much as he did?
Anyone could own a gun, but even after five years, Angel still saw the way people looked at him. He still heard the whispers of "coat-hanger," "killed them all with his bare-hands" and "they just kept shooting him but he wouldn't stop." Of course most of it wasn't true, or had been exaggerated to the point where it didn't resemble the truth anymore. Like he'd never been shot, and there hadn't been ten guys.
He didn't bother to correct people. The more the story grew, the less he had nights like last night where he actually had to hurt someone. But Jason just had to go and be an idiot, leaving Angel no choice but to teach him a lesson.
That was what he had learned in prison. A reputation was good, but when push came to shove, you had better be able to shove.
Reluctantly he turned off the water and got out of the shower. He still hadn't figured out what exactly he was going to do with Spike. He hadn't really thought about it when he'd brought the kid home last night, he'd just felt sorry for him and didn't want to leave him out there.
Maybe Darla was right, maybe they should put Spike to work for them. The kid was already turning tricks so it wasn't like they were corrupting him, and he was much better off with Angel's protection than without it. Angel knew firsthand the bad things that could happen to a kid alone on the streets.
Eight years ago
Liam cried, trying to block out the world. Trying to be anywhere but in his own skin. His ass felt like it was on fire, where the Master and his body guards had raped him, and his cock was tender and throbbing. He had tried more than once to reach down and undo the leather straps that painfully bound his privates, but every time his fingers touched it, it hurt even more.
When he felt a hand on his arm, he almost jumped out of his skin.
"Hey, it's okay big guy," a girl told him. "I'm Darla, what's your name?"
He wanted to tell her, but he was afraid that if he spoke he'd just start sobbing like a baby and he wouldn't be able to talk.
And he already felt silly for being scared of Darla. She was tiny, barely half his size, and no older than him. Maybe sixteen or seventeen. She was also really pretty, although under the circumstances the short skirt of her school girl outfit didn't excite him the way it normally would have.
She smiled kindly at him. "That's okay." She brushed a strand of hair away from his face. "I didn't know you'd be so cute. You've got a face like an angel, anyone ever tell you that?"
He shook his head. He was in too much pain to want to try and speak. Still it was kind of nice being called cute by a pretty girl.
"It hurts, doesn't it?" she asked. He only nodded. "I know. The first night's always the worst. That's when they try and break you. It'll get better though. And I can make it a little better now. Will you let me do that?" she asked.
He wasn't sure how she could make things better, but he couldn't see how she could make things worse either. He nodded in agreement.
She scooted closer to him and reached down towards his penis. He was shocked enough that he didn't move, until her fingers on the leather sent fresh waves of pain through his abused member.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "But look we've got to take that off. It'll be better with it off, I promise." She looked at him thoughtfully. "Do you like girls, Angel?" He looked at her, not quite understanding the question. "You know, to fuck. If you weren't so. . . purple, would you want to fuck me?"
He was shocked by her bluntness and unsure how to answer, especially considering the shape he was in.
Luckily she continued the strange conversation for him. "You do don't you? I can tell." She started to unbutton her white blouse, and opened up the front so that he could see that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. "You just look at my tits, okay? Just think about them, and this'll be over soon."
Even if she hadn't told him too, he could hardly do anything else. He'd never seen a girl's breasts in the flesh before. Liam did like girls, but they had always been so much trouble. You had to take them out and follow a set of rules he didn't quite get before they'd fool around with you. It was much easier to get to the good stuff with guys, and since Liam had never been picky as long as he had someone to kiss, he'd ended up mostly pursuing guys.
So he watched with fascination the way her breasts moved as she scooted closer. He thought she would have been perfect, if it wasn't for the way her ribs stuck out from her too thin frame, or the bruises that mottled her stomach.
When she reached down again he was better prepared. He managed to grit his teeth as she undid the cruel leather straps around his cock and balls. Still there were tears leaking from the sides of his eyes from the pain.
"You did good, Angel," she told him.
He wanted to tell her that his name was Liam, and that Angel sounded soft and wussy. But he still didn't trust himself to speak.
"All right now," she said. "I'm going to take care of your other side first. Get you cleaned up, and then I'll finish up the front, okay?"
She didn't wait for him to respond, she just got up, picking up a couple of bottles and a towel that he hadn't noticed until now and moved around to his back.
She placed her hands half way down his spine, letting him know where she was, as she slowly moved her hands further south. Then he felt something cool and soft. A wet towel, as she gently began to clean his backside.
He wanted to gag, as he thought about just what it was she was cleaning up, and he wondered how she could stand to touch him.
Of course he'd figured out this was a brothel, which meant she had to be a whore. He hadn't let himself think about that now, or how it looked like this was his life now. It made the teen shelter he'd been staying in since his dad kicked him out look like heaven.
Liam's body tensed reflexively, when he felt the towel approach the bloody ring of flesh where he'd been raped.
"It's okay," Darla soothed him. One of her hands gently stroked his back, until he relaxed again. Then she continued cleaning him.
When she was done with the towel she leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "I've got some lotion okay? It'll make you feel better, but I gotta use my fingers to put it in you, all right?"
"No," he said, shaking his head and speaking to her for the first time.
"Hey, look at me, big guy," she prompted him. He propped himself up and turned to look at her. "It's not going to be okay," she said sadly. "And it's not really going to get better. But it can be less bad. That's what you got to do here, minimize the bad. So let me do this for you, cause you'll hurt a lot less tomorrow if I do."
Liam couldn't remember anyone speaking to him so bluntly or honestly in his life. She was like one of those "Shit Happens" bumper stickers, and for the first time Liam thought he'd met a girl who would actually be worth dating.
"Besides," she added, holding her hand up and wiggling her index finger. "Look, how little my finger is. A big guy like you can stand that, right?"
Despite the fact that having anything inserted in his ass ever again made his stomach churn, he didn't want to look like a wimp in front of Darla. And if she could make the burning go away even a little, well, it would be worth it.
"Okay," he said hoarsely.
He watched as she rubbed a lot of the lotion on her fingers. She started her hand on the small of his back, slowly working her way down so that she didn't surprise him. Gently she traced his asshole with her finger. She was right, the lotion did feel good although it did tingle a bit, but in a healing kind of way. She just kept running her finger around the rim, until he relaxed into her touch. Then she gently pushed her finger inside of him.
He winced a little, but it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. As she rubbed the lotion around his bruised insides, he did start to feel better.
"Can I ask you something?" he said, trying to keep himself from remembering why she was doing what she was doing.
"Sure," she said.
"Do the uh. . . johns usually do that?" he gestured to the bruises on her stomach.
"No, it was some of the other kids," she told him.
"Why?"
"They don't like me," she explained. "I used to be the Master's favorite. I didn't have to stay down here with them and I got treated better. Till I got too old for him. Now it's kind of open season on me. Can I use a second finger?" she asked.
One wasn't so bad, so he nodded, and she added a second slick finger to soothe his aching insides.
He decided not to ask any more questions. He didn't want to think about what it might mean to be the Master's favorite. Or what it meant that the other kids had turned on Darla, or that none of them had bothered to care when he'd been thrown into the room. It was all too bleak.
Then she was done. She crawled back around to his front with the bottle of lotion.
"You gotta promise me something now, okay Angel?" He nodded. "No badmouthing my skills okay? Normally guys love this, but the way they had your boys bound up, this is probably gonna hurt more than feel good. No complaining though, okay? Guys normally pay a lot for this."
He nodded again, although he wasn't quite sure what he was agreeing to. But he trusted her. She had made him feel better both physically and emotionally and he didn't want her to walk away.
She smiled, and rubbed more of the lotion on her hands. Then she reached for his cock, and began to stroke it.
She was right, it didn't feel good the way it should. It was also kind of embarrassing. He was still tender and throbbing, and she seemed almost merciless as she tugged on his dick.
It even hurt when he finally came, but then he felt good. Not the way jerking off normally made him feel good, but just the huge relief at letting go. That feeling of relief began to spread through his limbs and he felt sleepy, although he wasn't too sure about sleeping in this place.
"Come on, big guy," she said as she tried to pull him up. "Let's get you in bed. You don't really want to sleep on the floor do you?"
He shook his head, and did his best to get up, although his legs were kind of shaky. Luckily she didn't take him far. Just to the nearest unoccupied bed. She helped him settle onto his side and slip under the covers.
For a moment Darla sat there on the edge of the small cot, thinking about what she was going to say.
"Do you think. . ." she paused and hugged her chest. "I know it's a small cot, but sometimes when I go to sleep alone. . . I don't always wake up that way. Could I maybe. . ?"
He didn't force her to finish her request, he just scooted over a bit and lifted the blanket so she could crawl in next to him. Although some small part of him wanted to curl back up into a ball and be left alone, she was the only thing he had to hold on to. And her comment had him a little worried. He didn't fancy the idea of anyone getting in bed with him while he slept either. Besides, even if he wasn't up to fooling around he wasn't going to tell a pretty girl that she couldn't sleep with him.
As it turned out, she was so small, that it didn't make much difference. And there was no way he was sleeping on his back that night anyway.
Something else happened as she spooned up against him. When he put a protective arm around her waist, he felt strong; a little less like a victim. Just the thought that he could protect this girl made him feel good. It gave him something to cling to.
"So I was thinking," she whispered to him. "You're a big guy right? No one's going to want to mess with you. So you could take care of me, and I'd take care of you."
As she spoke those last words, she put her hand over his, and dragged it up until he was cupping one of her breasts.
He couldn't help but let his hand rest there. Her skin was so soft and warm to his touch. But then he felt bad and moved it back to the safer area of her stomach.
"That's okay, you don't have to do that," he told her.
A part of him was cursing himself, thinking he was crazy for turning down this girl's offer of sex. But another part of him didn't want to take advantage of her. He didn't want to be just another guy paying her for sex. He wanted her to want him too.
She turned in his arms so she was facing him. She pressed her face against his chest and ran her hands up his arms.
"I would though," she insisted. "Whatever you want. Just, please. . ." her voice began to break and she sounded as if she was about to cry, her tough demeanor washing away.
"Hey, shhh," he said, stroking her hair. He liked that. It felt good comforting her, make him forget how awful he felt. "I'll take care of you, okay. I promise. I'll be your guardian angel."
He continued to stroke her hair until she fell asleep. It made him feel good not to be alone, and maybe he could make her feel good too.
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Date: 2007-05-17 07:45 pm (UTC)I think you were worried for nothing, but writing such strong stuff can affect you.
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Date: 2007-05-17 10:43 pm (UTC)The Guardian 3
Date: 2007-05-17 10:48 pm (UTC)Feeling very sorry for young!Liam, though I did like the way he and young!Darla came together. They kinda need each other to get through their awful young lives.
Interested to see how they continue and what breaks them up.
Will look out for the next chapter.
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Date: 2007-05-17 11:19 pm (UTC)Looking forward to the next.
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Date: 2007-05-17 11:20 pm (UTC)Great chapter. Looking forward to more :D
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Date: 2007-05-18 01:06 am (UTC)Totally can't wait for more of this awesome story!!!!
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Date: 2007-05-18 09:04 am (UTC)I’ll be your guardian angel
God, he’s such a sweetheart. I want to know what happened between them and drove them apart.
Very good series and wonderful chapter.
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Date: 2007-05-21 02:36 am (UTC)Angel/Liam is a sweetheart, although it may be a while till you get to find out what it is that drove him and Darla apart. But don't worry, there'll be lots of good Spike stuff till then :).
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Date: 2007-05-18 04:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-21 02:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-18 08:30 pm (UTC)I hadn't guessed that Angel was a former prostitute but it makes sense. I can see how he's tied to Darla now. They were all they had.
I get Angel's logic -- if Spike's going to turn tricks anyway, better he have a protector to look out for him. But on the other hand, he's sentencing Spike to the same horrible life he hated! I guess I just want him to keep Spike for himself and not whore him out. *sigh* Spike's not built for that life. He's too soft -- he'll never survive.
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Date: 2007-05-21 02:52 am (UTC)And even if Spike is more of a facade, William is tough enough to survive the streets. . . if no one takes care of him that is ;)
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Date: 2007-05-19 10:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-21 02:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-20 04:03 am (UTC)