~FLASHBACK~
“Darla” A four-year-old William called as he ran to his sister’s study, he stopped before the door because he knew that he was not allowed in unless he had his sisters expressed permission.
Darla was seated at her desk reading a Latin text when she heard her youngest brother call for her, and from the sounds of it he was crying. Darla sighed and put the text away; her studies would have to wait she thought. She then got up and went to open her door. The moment her door was open a sobbing William threw himself at his sister and sobbed into her knees. Darla looked down at her youngest brother and gave a sad little smile picking him up she brought him over to her chair. It was a lovely little window seat that over looked d the gardens, William adored it so much. Often he would lie there and doze off while his sister studied.
“Willy what's wrong?”
She asked as he finally started to calm. William was sitting on his sister lap with his face buried in her shoulder. Darla then brought his face to meet hers the first thing she saw shocked her. Her youngest brother had a rather deep gash in his left eyebrow; she wiped his tears away and asked him again. William looked at her sheepishly and started to fumble with something in his hands, Darla, noticed that it was his glasses which were broken.
“Wells Liam said he would play with me a-a-and he didn’t and I asked why and he says it’s ‘acause …. He punched me and my gwasses bwoked and I hurt. Seeeeee” William finished pointing to his left eyebrow.
Darla saw red. How dare Liam, but then again Liam being nine was rather rambunctious, and hated his little brother. Darla was the oldest she had just turned fourteen and she made it her job to protect her youngest brother at all times, but sometimes Liam would let something like… this happen. It really tore at her the way Liam treated their baby brother, and she really did not know what brought on the sudden vehemence in the last two years, because despite William and all his sweetness little Liam hated his brother. Sighing, Darla looked at her baby brother and started biting her lip in agitation on how she was going to fix this mess.
“Oh Willy does it hurt much?”
He nodded solemnly. Darla sighed again as she began to clean his wound. A few moments later when she was finished she took a look at her brother. William was always described as adorable and was given Liam’s nickname angel, which seemed fitting since Liam was no angel; although his middle name Angelus meant angel. Liam had always been a troublesome child and was prone to tantrums but got away with most anything because all he had to do was bat those soulful chocolate brown eyes your way and you would crumble. William looked like an angel their mother would often say. Her little angel, that’s why his middle name was Gabriel, if Darla remembered correctly he was not a fussy baby at least not as fussy as Liam was. Oh yes Darla thought she definitely remembered sleeping more when William came. William was a sweet heart, a charmer and was gorgeous even as a baby. With his almost white blonde hair with natural golden highlights that was oh so curly, but not to the point of being a fro, his hair was also medium length and brushed right on his shoulders. His eyes were similar to hers but changed with his various moods bright blue when happy and grayish when sad. Every young lady in the court loved William and often Liam got jealous.
Their father was duke Tabors-Aurelius; a proud yet loving man who was often accused of dotting and over indulging his children. Despite his title he was very much a family man, he was know to put some privy matters on hold for family engagements, for instance when Darla had received the lead in her schools small portrayal of Giselle, despite the fact her father had attended the show numerous times before, he cancelled his meeting to attend her last show. Liam looked a lot like their father with his brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, and Darla had to admit that he would indeed be a looker when he grew up William and Darla looked so much alike; they both took after their mother who had fair hair not quite as light as William’s but a suppler golden blonde like Darla’s. Their mother too had blue eyes, but just like William’s they changed color with her moods.
Darla knew that his eyebrow would scar. She also new that her mother would be quite cross with Liam when she found out somebody hurt her angel. Thinking of their mother Darla realized her parent’s marriage might be in jeopardy. They fought more often than ever. There would be prolonged moments of silence between them that lasted for weeks and put a strain on both Liam and William, because to the two of them their parents were their world. Their parents had been foolish to think that none of them noticed, William knew something was up, he was less happy and Liam would do such deviant things for scraps of attention. What Darla failed to realize was that their mother was secretly divorcing her father, and moving to the states.
~ENDFLASHBACK~
“Who was that?” Buffy asked as Spike left in hot pursuit of the cheater.
Both Willow and Anya shrugged their shoulders, Buffy then glanced at Gunn who was looking uneasy.
“You know something don’t you?” Buffy asked. Gunn turned to face the direction in which Spike had disappeared and answered,
“That’s his brother”
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“Hello little brother” Liam stated calmly. Spike clenched his jaw it was just like his older brother to be so condescending. This was his fucking casino, that he built without any investors or anybody’s help and here was his pain in the ass brother trying to make him feel small in his place. ‘Not bloody likely, you pillock.’
“What the hell are you doing here?” Spike hissed.
“What? I can’t visit my little brother whom I love so much” Liam said smirking.
“Please, save the bloody bull crap. You never loved me.” Spike spat vehemently.
“Believe what you want to little brother but I loved you very much, even if I did not show it in the most conventional of ways.” Spike just looked at his older brother.
“Listen you dolt, stealing from a casino is a serious offence. But since you are family,” on family Spike eyed his brother up and down “I will not press charges. However I will be taking the money you stole and asking you to kindly leave and not come back…ever.”
Liam nodded in agreement he then said,
“Listen William, you are needed in England.” Spike continued to stare at his brother; he was not going to England anytime soon, not after…
“Will?” on that Spike shot him a glare. Liam did not have permission to call him that,“ Sorry”, Liam said holding his arms up in surrender, “the court needs you to make an appearance and well …”
“Get on with it”, Spike prompted
“ Darla… she’s pregnant.” Liam finished. Spikes eyebrows roused at that, a myriad of emotions fluttered through him, surprise, happiness, pride, anger and finally disappointment, ‘Why did she not tell me herself?’ Spike asked himself.
Spike nodded in understanding he knew his sister wanted to have a baby but had no husband or boyfriend. She proclaimed her self to be too busy to have either and that being a marchioness she would not be able to know if they were with her for love or the wealth and power that came with her title. Spike smiled to himself, busy all right but not too busy to take care of a child.
“Okay, so when?” Spike asked needing to know how much time he had to set his affairs in order.
“In about four months there’s a ball in favor of Duke Sherrington’s fiancé.”
“I’ll be there”
“Thank you Will”, Spike cringed as he heard his pet name roll off of his most hated siblings lips again, but decided to say nothing since he was too emotionally drained.
“I’m not doing it for you, I'm doing it out of respect for my father. I don’t care if you are a shitty duke or not”
Liam sighed he guessed he did deserve the hostility that was being thrown at him from his younger sibling, growing up he did treat him like shit.
“Alright Will, I expect to hear from you.”
Spike nodded in agreement.
“I’ll send some one to show you out…and just for the record mate; we have this marvelous invention called a telephone, and if you can pull your head outta your arse for about ten seconds you might of noticed it. Yeah?” Spike said as he left the room.
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Buffy made her way to Spikes office, it was made clear to her to let Spike cool off for a bit and by bit a half a day. Gunn explained to her, saying that anything concerning Spike’s brother would send him into a rage. Gunn went into a half an hour story about the two brothers, who couldn’t be more different than night and day, and not just by their appearances. Gunn had told Buffy not to judge Spike and that he had a good enough reason for hating his brother, and that it was Spike’s story to tell. Buffy almost laughed out loud at the sight that greeted her. Spike sat at his desk with his head buried in his arms, with an occasional muffled “Bloody hell” being said.
“Um, err…Spike may I come in?” Spike picked his head up from his desk to see Buffy standing in the doorway. He noticed she had a genuine look of concern on her face. Spike nodded and rested his head back on the desk. Buffy came in and sat down on one of the chairs that faced his desk. After a few moments of silence he began to speak, his words muffled by his arms.
“I haven’t seen him in about two years you know. He’s my older brother
and also my least favorite out of all my siblings. I love both my sisters to death really-” he was cut off by Buffy’s sudden question.
“Two sisters?”
“Oh yeah there’s Darla and Cordelia. You already know that Darla’s the eldest, but Delia’s is my baby sis.”
“Oh”
“But then there’s Liam, a proverbial pain in my arse. There is little love between us. We drive each other carrot top, but it’s his fault usually. He takes bloody sadistic pleasure in humiliating me in every way possible. It’s always been like that.” Spike explained, he continued,
“It’s probably because my family is not conventional. I guess it’s because we’re noble and all that rot. My dad was a duke and as tradition goes the title is passed on to the eldest son or if not male in the family. So that means my arse of a brother is duke. God, as if his ego needed any more stroking! But you know what the funny thing is, when my father passed away he gave my brother the title but me he fortune. That’s why I have this casino I wanted to invest the money my father gave me, that and get as far away from him as possible. I did not want to continue living under him, I had done that for most of my life anyway.”
Buffy nodded it seemed as though if you let Spike talk he would tell you every thing.
“Alright pet I am gonna call it an early night, your shift I believe starts at 10:00 am, perhaps you should get some rest, I like my hosts bright eyed and bushy tailed”, was his parting comment as he left his office.
Making his way to his private suite too exhausted to travel home, he laid on his bed fully clothed and closed his eyes. He tried to block the events that occurred that day and fall asleep, just as he was abandoning consciousness the shrill ringtone of “Fabulous” from High School Musical 2 assaulted his ears.
“Cordelia”, he groaned as he reached into his pants pocket to answer the call,
“Yes?” He hisses clearly annoyed of being robbed of his sleep,
“Will, Oh my god! Please come get me” Cordelia squealed frantically into the phone.
“Where are you?” He asked, Cordelia gulped as she answered, anticipating her brother’s reaction,
“At a police station, in Henderson-”
“WOT!!!” Spike bellowed, now he was fully awake, his baby sis in jail, he couldn’t think straight. Cordelia could hear his teeth grinding and winced, he only did that when he was extremely angry, ‘Oh God he is going to rip me a new one’, she thought. Closing his eyes and trying to compose himself, he had to remind himself that his baby sis was in trouble.
“What did you do?...You WHAT? Cordelia Regina Tabors how the- oh bloody hell I’ll be there as fast as I can, stay out of trouble.” Spike growled into the phone before shutting it closed. Sighing as he sprung up from his bed and desperately searched for his car keys, he had to wonder why stuff like this always happened to Cordy.
Five minutes later he was tearing out of the private parking lot in his custom red Aston Martin, keeping one hand on the steering wheel he expertly flicked a cigarette butt out of its window. The only thing on his mind was getting to his little sister so he could remove her from harm and then slowly kill her for making him worry…but then again that’s what big brothers are for.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
So I know this story seems a bit far fetched and honestly I don not know that much about nobility cause um never studied it, but let me point out two letters AU, which in my book means anything is possible, so flame me if you want, Boston gets cold in the winter.
Chapter End Notes:
Sorry I took so long but shit happens and boy did it happen...I was diagnoses with type 2 diabetes so i have been trying to piece my life back together... but good news i wont have to be on medication, as of last week ....Thank God!