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Title: Care and feeding 101 - next to godliness
Series: Care and Feeding
Author: Devo79
Characters: Angel and Xander
Rating: PG13
A/N: Other parts can be found here


The woman whimpered and tried to push the man away from her . Her fingers skittered uselessly over his leather jacket. He kept pushing her skirt up over her hips. The rough wall of the alley scratched against the skin on the back of her thighs.

“Please stop, Nick,” she begged.

“Just…” the man grunted and fumbled one-handed with his belt.

“I think,” a voice came from somewhere near the broken street lamp, “she told you to stop.”


“Is he…” she started but Angel just patted her shoulder.

“He’ll be fine,” he answered her unasked question, “I only knocked him out.”

“Are you sure?” the brunette looked over her shoulder at the alley, “He… might…I mean he knows where I live.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine,” Angel reassured her and nodded at the taxi as is arrived, “Just go home. My brother is a police officer,” he helped her into the car, “We’ll talk some sense into him.”

“Thanks,” she said, “Thank you,” she grabbed his hand and looked him in the eyes.

“We going or what?” the driver asked and Angel forced his eyes away from the girl’s neck and stepped back.

He nodded as she closed the car door and watched the taxi drive down the street.

“Now,” Angel walked back into the alley. He stopped in front of the unsteady man. He was fumbling around for his phone. It had landed a few steps away in a dirty puddle. Angel very deliberately stepped on it, twisting his heel on the fragile screen.

“Ups,” the vampire grinned, “Sorry, man. My bad.”

“…kick your ass,” Nick managed to slur through the blood running from his nose.

Angel hunkered down in front of him and dragged his index finger over the bloody upper lip. He examined the blood for a second and then popped the finger into his mouth.

“Mmmmm,” he tapped the finger against the man’s nose, “Tasty.”

“What the fu…” was all Nick managed to say before Angel grabbed him by the collar of the dark jacket and buried his fangs in the mortal’s neck.


He unlocked the door and walked into the dark apartment. He wrinkled his nose when the stench of sour milk hit him.

Some days he didn’t see Xander at all.

The boy, a ghost appearing for split seconds at a time, ferreting boxes of cereal and cookies away under the bed, seemed to be doing okay. At times the only proof of Xander’s existence was the empty milk cartons that would appear under the couch or on the kitchen counter. They would start smelling and the vampire would pick them up and throw them in the trash, his nose wrinkled in disgust.

Walking into the living room Angel stepped on a crinkling bag of chocolate cookies. The vampire sighed and bent down to pick up the torn bag. Crumbs of chocolaty goodness, it said so on the bag, fell to the floor.

The small boy was sleeping under the coffee table, a dirty yellow blanket covering his feet. Angel crouched down and touched the boy’s shoulder.

Xander yelped and groggily stumbled out from under the table and away from Angel. A carton of juice fell of the wobbly coffee table; a slow flow of orange juice started spreading on the floor and slowly soaked the blanket.

Angel took a deep unnecessary breath and almost gagged.

“You stink,” he said and glared at the boy. How something so small could smell that bad went far beyond Angel’s imagination.

Xander shook his head slowly and looked over at the door to the bedroom.

“Trust me,” Angel said and the boy eyed him suspiciously, “You need a bath.”


The screaming made his sensitive ears hurt and he clamped his hand over the wriggling boy’s mouth. With his other hand he pulled the dirty pants off.

It was like trying to keep hold of a snake covered in olive oil. The small body twisted in all directions at once and it seemed as if the child had grown a few extra sets of arms and legs.

“God damn it,” Angel growled and tried to straighten the boy’s legs enough to get Xander’s dirty underpants off.

“Just stop fighting,” Angel huffed and finally just pressed the still mostly dressed boy into the half-filled bathtub. Xander immediately stopped struggling and looked down at his soaked t-shirt and underpants. His socked feet peeked up through the bubbles covering the surface of the water.

Xander tentatively let the bubbles cover his fingers, “oh,” he mumbled and then looked up at Angel.

Angel sat down on the closed toilet lid, the front of his shirt wet and clinging to his chest, “You… uh,” Angel pointed at the boy’s t-shirt, “Here let me,” he reached down and stiffened when Xander pulled away from him.

Small fingers, dirt caked under too long nails, fumbled the remaining clothes off and it splattered against the tiled floor when he let it fall from the edge of the tub.


Xander was sleeping in Angel’s bed, the child nothing more than a small lump under the more or less clean covers. Angel moved his foot restlessly and it bumped against an empty milk carton. A sour smell wafted up from it. The vampire bent down to pick it up. He spotted more empty boxes and plastic bags under the bed and as quietly as he could he started picking up the trash.

He ended up in the kitchen, one full garbage bag leaning against the table. A small sock caught his attention. It was pressed between one of the chair legs and the table.

It had probably been white once. It certainly wasn’t any more. Angel picked it up and felt the grimy sock almost stick to his fingers.


He could have gotten rid of the boy so many times. Could have dumped him outside a police station or have turned his back in the parking lot and simply left the kid to his fate.

A soft gurgling made him press his shoe harder against the struggling man’s neck.

“Drugs,” Angel said and emptied the small bags of white powder onto the sun-dried grass. The white mixed artfully with the yellow under the streetlight. “I’ve taken my share of drugs. My boy, William, used to get so high he’d forget to stay out of the sunlight.”

It wasn’t that his soul demanded he take care of the kid. Hell, these days his soul simply kept him from feasting on innocent humans. Not that any of them were perfectly innocent.

The man was trying to push Angel’s foot away from his throat. His blood smeared fingers leaving streaks of blood on the black leather.

“I just bought those shoes,” Angel growled and the man’s fingers stopped their motion. The pusher looked up at him, his blue eyes bugging out of their sockets.

“Now there’re two ways we can do this,” Angel started and then stopped and snorted, “What am I saying?” he slapped his palm against his forehead, “That isn’t true,” he increased the pressure on the man’s neck, “There’s really only one way we can do this,” he heard the man’s larynx crush under his shoe and the pusher gurgled in pain.

“Better hurry now,” Angel pulled the man up in a standing position. The pusher’s hands tried to cover his bruised neck but the vampire, holding him upright by his shoulders, hauled him closer and whispered in the panicked man’s ear, “Blood tastes best when the heart is still beating.”


Xander was sitting stiffly at the kitchen table. His feet didn’t reach the floor and his new, and clean, clothes felt strange against his skin.

“Eat,” Angel said and pointed at the bowl of cornflakes standing in front of the boy.

Xander picked up the bowl and started drinking from it. A few drops of milk hit the tabletop and Angel sighed.

“Oh, sweet mother of Christ,” he groaned, “use a spoon,” he got up and pulled out a few drawers before he finally found the one with the dusty spoons. He handed the pale boy one and watched as Xander slowly pushed the spoon into the cereal, his eyes never leaving Angel, “Things are going to change around here,” Angel said and wiped the milk off the tabletop with a dirty rag.

“Rule number one,” Angel held up his index finger, “We eat at the table in this house…” Angel frowned, “Well, you do at least.”
Next chapter

Date: 2012-08-01 01:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You just made my day:D I love this verse and I am stoked to see more:D I love this Angel, I can't for more;)

Thanks for writing again:D I've missed it:D

Date: 2012-08-02 11:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

I missed writing as well but I just didn't feel like it for some time *shrugs*

Date: 2012-08-01 02:52 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Thank you so much for updating this fic! I absolutely love it, i love how angel isnt a goody too shoes.


Date: 2012-08-02 11:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

I very deliberately write Angel with a big helping of Angelus in this fic. It gives the relationship between the boy and the vampire edge.

Date: 2012-08-01 03:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh hurray! Great update to this fic. I like it when Angel takes care of a little Xander. I just hope he'll always remember that the little boy is no food!

Date: 2012-08-02 11:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you.

Let's just say that Xander will be seeing more to Angelus and his past... but I doubt that Angel will be eating the poor kid.

Date: 2012-08-01 09:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Not surprising that it's smell that makes a vampire react!

lovely story - Angel is too cold, he needs a human relationship to bring him peace and purpose

Date: 2012-08-02 11:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you.

Yeah, an unwashed kid can really stink.

Angel has a little more edge in this fic than he did in Buffy.

Date: 2012-08-02 01:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Wonderful to see more of this. I look forward to seeing how you develop this relationship, whichever way you choose. Thank you for updating.

Date: 2012-08-02 11:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thanks for reading :)

I'm having fun writing this fic and developing the relationship.

Wednesday, August 1st

Date: 2012-08-02 04:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
User [ profile] oni_9 referenced to your post from Wednesday, August 1st ( saying: [...] Giles, Buffy. R. Care and Feeding 101 - next to godliness Third in series [...]

Date: 2012-08-03 02:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
As heart-warming as ever! So glad to see you're writing again; hope to read more!

Date: 2012-08-03 07:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you :)

I'm having fun with the fics again.


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