A New Birth

Chapter II

"Shit! Al!" Angel knelt down and picked up the bloody deer in his arms. "Al? Alastor? Come on, come back to me! Please!"

The Radio Demon blinked a few times, and his antlers shrunk back down to their normal size. He moved his head and gazed up at Angel as the corners of his lips pulled up into a smile.

"I... went hunting tonight, mon cher," he said, chuckling darkly. "They put up a good fight, but it was I who came out on top."

Angel just sighed, shaking his head.

"I had to annihilate their entire turf." Alastor chuckled again.

"God-fucking-dammit, Al." Angel shook his head again and gazed up at the ceiling. "What dafuq am I gonna do with you?"

"I know what you can do for me, dear Angel," the deer said. "You can draw me a nice warm bath." He beamed, flashing his bloody teeth.

Angel rolled his mismatched eyes before propping Alastor up against the side of the bed. "Stay here, and don't move," he commanded.

"Oh, but that sounds like an order, darling. And I do not take orders from anyone. So, if you could just say 'please', that would be swell!"

One of Angel's hands smacked his forehead, and he dragged his fingers down his face. "Alastor, I swear to Satan, shut the fuck up!" he snapped.

The deer chuckled to himself before he began to inspect his claws again, quietly humming a static-y tune.

Angel ripped the last of his clothes off of himself and threw them away. He then went to his closet and reached for his fluffy pink bathrobe. Within minutes, he had a warm bath ready to go for the murder deer.

Walking back into the bedroom, he reached down and scooped up the Radio Demon into his arms. "C'mon, ya crazy deer," he said. "I got yer bath all ready for ya."

Once in the bathroom, Angel carefully set Alastor down near the tub, helping him stand. He removed what little bit of clothing was still clinging to the deer's bloody skin, as well as his shoes. He turned to throw away the bloody scraps of fabric, and when he turned back around, Alastor was already soaking in the tub.

"... lucky I didn't kill him twice," the Radio Demon was muttering. "That was my favorite suit! The love of my afterlife and my favorite suit, both torn to bits in one night! Serves him right! That..." He then began muttering curses in French.

"Oh, shut dafuq up, Al, before ya give yerself an aneurysm," Angel said. He picked up a pink loofah and poured some body wash on it, then began to scrub Alastor clean.

As the blood ran into the water, coloring it red, the spider demon began to notice that all of the scars on Alastor's back were old scars. Nothing new oozed any blood. He moved around to begin cleaning the deer's chest, and he noticed the same thing: no new scars. The realization suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks, and a sick feeling settled in his stomach. None of the blood was Alastor's. It all belonged to the sinners he tore apart for hurting Angel. The spider swallowed back the bile that had risen in his throat and continued to clean his murder deer.

Alastor soon grew tired of the silence. He once again began to hum a tune to himself, and then the next thing Angel knew, the radio in the bathroom switched on of its own accord. The spider recognized the song beginning to play, and he smiled.

"I love this song," he replied softly.

Alastor leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Angel's cheek. He began to sing softly in Angel's ear, his voice crooning and static-free. Angel nearly swooned, his two free hands gripping the side of the tub. A sensual feeling began to well up in the pit of his stomach, settling down into his sex.