NOTE : I wrote this fic a few years ago. It's a very short one, more like a vignette. In it, Angelus decided suicide holds better things for his weary demon than this world. Spike is pissed. However, despite the original suicide intention, I've decided that it might not be that. All I can say is that the family is ending, their bonds fading. Angelus might even truly be Angel and just not know he has become someone else yet. I just edited it. It's quarter to five... am. I dream about building this site... I might edit it more later.
2nd NOTE: Well, well, here it is, five am, a different day, months later lol. I am moving my site, so I'm having to repost this again. Full circle, lol.
3rd NOTE: Here I am, moving all my personal fics to another archive page. And I'm not even finished getting the new KMS online.
"I want to fly. I want to go where to the place where the sun is beautiful and it hits my eye in a pleasing manner, and I am pleased", Angelus said strangely.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and spoke to his only living childe, William.
"Don't", he began, as Will's bloody tears edged toward his eyes.
"Don't", he repeated. Angelus hated seeing his lover in that sorrow. As the drops fell onto William's icy cheeks, his jaw set in a scowl of pain and a recognition of betrayal, his own sire giving him up, releasing him for greener pastures, not even bothering to kill him out of care, like he had with his second most-prized childe, Drusilla.
"Don't?"
William's bright icy pupils stared at his maker and lover of one hundred twenty nine years with a hint of murderous rage that caused his sire Angelus to shiver in a fear he had not known for decades. Despite this, Angelus felt a heartbreaking pride swell in him, having known his childe to be so full. Always. Full of strength and passion, hidden passion before he had come along, rode in on his black horse and turned him into one who was dead and free.
"Don't?" William's metallic tone brought Angelus back to them. William shook his head and laughed.
"Don't... Don't, don't. Don't? Don't. D-d-do-do!", Spike said, laughing hysterically before continuing. "Sounds like a new word, if you say it enough. Don't. Pork? Please? Beans? No-"
The word trailed off William's tongue like a rogue wind. He looked out the bay window by their bed and stared out at every star.
Dru had always been able to see them, no matter what, even twelve feet deep in an ancient crypt they had once inhabited. Galaxies, Lion, the Big Dipper, Orion's Belt, and his favorite, taught to him by Drusilla when he was a toddler in Blackburn. The Blood Trail. Humans could not make out the vast number of galaxies visible each night, but his family could, and Dru had had so much joy in naming them.
Don't.
Spike stood up without a word and left the room. As he opened the bedroom door, and stepped out into the hallway, then out into the night. He didn’t look back.