After I wrote Schoolboy, Hannalee wanted to read Spike remembering to thank Angelus; myself, I’d always considered the gem of Amarra incident as that, but if a beta reader commands… This was the only way I could think of for him to do so. Blame her and all the other people who demanded a sequel.
- Summary
- Spike thanks Angel for the lesson he learnt in 'Schoolboy'. (Sequel to 'Schoolboy' by Peasant.)
- Prequel
- Schoolboy
- Spoilers
- The Wish
- Period
- 1997
- Written
- January 2002
- Word Count
- 2,769 words
- Rating
- Adult
- Characters
- Angel, Master, Spike
- Content
- Violence; strong language.
Teaser
It’s boiling hot and I’m bored. Some ugly vamp is rabbiting on about nothing.
‘…it’ll be the greatest event since the crucifixion. And I should know. I was there!’
I snort. Time to make my entrance I think. ‘You were there? Oh, please! If every vampire who said he was at the crucifixion was actually there it would have been like Woodstock.’
‘Precisely. And I happen to remember making you myself, Alberto, in 1537. April I believe. Who are you?’
Oh sod it. Sodding bloody bollocking hell: it’s the albino fruitbat.
‘Name’s William of Aurelius, Master.’
Why the bloody hell did nobody tell me that the fruitbat was master here?
‘Ah yes. I remember you.’
He does? Alright, I know I’m his grandchilde, or great great grandchilde, or whatever it is. I can never work that sort of stuff out. But there must be hundreds of us running around the planet by now. And I’ve only met him the once before, for about an hour, the majority of which he couldn’t even see my face on the grounds that he was pounding that sodding passenger-liner between his legs into my arse-hole. They do say that whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, but I was already dead, so I guess that’s why I’m not grateful.
‘I’m honoured, Master.’ I’m not, I’m trying to avoid a repeat performance.
Read on…
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