Parts: 61 - 70
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~Part: 61~
Wesley looked into the mirror above the bathroom sink. One of the good things about this mansion, every room had its own private bath. The young watcher stood starring into the reflective glass, his eyes carefully searching the eyes that starred back at him. His own blue eyes.
He could remember scrutinizing himself like this when he had first arrived in Sunnydale nearly a year ago. He had just met the unruly arrogant slayer that was Faith. Was. That was it. Both he and Faith had come such a long way and seemed to have both changed so drastically without actually changing at all.
He himself was a watcher born of watchers as most were. But instead of still being the arrogant and dare say, poncy bloke that he had been, he had grown and changed. Mostly due in part to his own adaptation to Faith and her ways. She had been nearly impossible to handle when he'd first met her. She hated being touched or talked down to and she always had to be the one in control. However once everything began happening with Willow she became fiercely protective in a way that he had never seen before.
He could remember the night that he had followed his slayer out into the field; he had stayed far enough behind that she wouldn't see him, but not so far that he couldn't hear her words. She had viscously gone after any vampire or demon near the Rosenberg residence seeking out information on Ira's whereabouts. Hell, she had even offered Willie and his bar "slayer protection" in exchange for any information on Ira, so long as the man was still a threat. Sadly though, through all of her efforts to keep the redhead safe and gather any information, she had turned up nothing.
But then when the threat to Willow had been ended, when Ira had been killed, it was her own past that came to haunt her. He could still remember her words as clear as any bell, when she had told of the horrors she had suffered in her childhood. And her tears when she had cried, it sounded as though a soul was breaking, as though she were letting herself cry the anguish over what had happened to her for the first time. It most likely was the first time, he though, he held serious doubt that she would ever have let them see that kind of emotion from her. Something they would have considered an ultimate weakness.
He could still hear and feel every tear that she had cried; he could still feel the way she trembled from her tears and fear after she woke up from her nightmares. When she would leave the bed they shared, be it his or hers, he would wake up feeling cold and alone. When she had come to him, not two days ago telling him she had to leave so that the others would be safe, when she had broken down because of her own grief over having to do something she didn't want to, he could still feel her in his arms. It felt as though she were a part of his soul now. With out Faith he was but half a man.
The way she felt in his arms, the way her curves fit against him as though she were born for him. The way just her smile could warm his heart, the way just a simple kiss could make him feel as though he were peacefully at home and perilously aflame all at the same time. This one girl, this slayer, could spark the deepest passions inside of him and at the same time make him yearn to protect her from the world. Faith may be a slayer, she may be the one defense between the innocents and those that would harm them, but he would be the one who protected her.
And somehow, after confessing his feelings for Faith to Willow, the redhead had convinced him to take her on a midnight picnic down on the beach. Coming out of his thoughts, he looked into the mirror one final time and straightened his hair for the fifth time.
"You look fine you ponce," Giles said from the doorway, his voice amused and teasing. "Now you have a lovely girl waiting down stairs for you, and Willow has prepared you a basket of fruits and cheeses, I think Spike snuck a bottle of wine in it even."
Turning away from the mirror and looking at the man he had come to find his mentor and brother watcher he sighed. "Am I doing the right thing Rupert? How many slayers have come to be involved with their watchers?"
Smiling softly with a twinkle in his eyes, the older man replied, "Far too many to count." Studying the nervous restlessness of the younger man's hands Giles said simply, "Wesley go."
~Part: 62~
Downstairs in the front room Faith was having much the same worries as Wesley, although hers more of a different nature.
"Faith," Willow said softly with gentle care, "Wesley cares deeply for you."
"But what do I have to offer him? He can do so much better than me. I mean hell Will I'm." Faith trailed off as she realized she had been about to say the one thing she was loathe to admit.
"You're what Faith?" Willow asked concerned as the other girl turned from her, her back straight and shoulders tense. "Faith?" she questioned as she moved to stand in front of the girl. "You're what?"
"Damaged goods," the girl spoke in a bare whisper.
"What?" Willow said her voice just as soft. "No you're not. Faith you are a person, not something to be sold or consumed and as far as damaged goes, we're all damaged in one way or another, either by our experiences in life or our own psyche. That doesn't mean we can't or don't deserve to be loved."
Closing her eyes tightly Faith sniffed back her tears and bit the inside of her cheek to keep from crying at the thoughts and questions whirling around inside of her head. "Will," she said looking up slowly at the girl. "If my own mother could do what she did to me and not have a problem with it.then something must be wrong with me. She must have seen something so horrible inside of me to be able to do what she did. I must be some kind of monster for her to have been able to do that."
"No Faith, no!" Willow said sharply though her voice was still soft. Taking the girl's face in her hands she held Faith's gaze with her own. "You listen to me Faith. That woman.she was the monster not you. Not you. You did nothing to deserve what she did to you. What she did was unbelievable, unacceptable and damn well unforgivable. She was the monster Faith. Her. Not you." Her face softened and she pulled the taller girl's head down and kissed her forehead, looking back into her brown eyes, Willow's voice was soft and her eyes gentle and unwaveringly serious when she spoke. "You Faith are a good person. You are kind, and caring. You could have easily handed me over to that bastard to save yourself, but you didn't. You were willing to give your life for mine. You are no monster Faith. You're a champion. You're our champion, and we're yours." Kissing the girl's forehead once more, Willow hugged her and the quietly left the room. Letting Faith wait for Wesley and think about what she'd said.
~Part: 63~
"Faith."
The girl in questioned looked up from her hands to see Wesley crouching in front of the chair she was curled up in. Reaching up slowly he tucked her hair behind her ear and let his hand move to cup her cheek. Smiling softly at the girl he turned his hand and brushed her cheek with the back of his long fingers.
"Those must have been some thoughts."
"Hmm?" she breathed her brow furrowed in confusion.
"You were so lost in your thoughts you didn't hear me call your name until the sixth time I'd said it." Standing up he offered her his hand and she took it and slowly uncurled her long legs from the chair and stood. "Are you ready for our picnic my dear?"
Smiling Faith nodded and Wesley smiled in return and led her out the door and into the night. With Faith on one arm and the loaded basket upon the other, the two walked off into the blue-black night.
Willow stood, held against Giles's side as Father and daughter watched their friends head off into the night. Willow looked up at Giles with a smile on her elfin face.
"What do you think daddy?"
Smiling down at his daughter, Giles hugged her close to his side with one arm wound around her waist and said, "I think it's about high time those two realized their feelings for one another."
Willow giggled softly and the two walked into the library of the mansion to continue their research on the mayor and his ascension.
~Part: 64~
"Hey Will," Cordy said looking up from a dusty tome. "I think I found something." Looking back down at the yellowed page she said, "It says here that four hundred years ago another demon came to ascension upon the earthen plane as a full demon and not one of mixed blood. It also says that a ritual was used to kill him quite easily too. It was easy to kill him but the ritual, if it's powerful enough to combine these four and kill a full ascended demon, well it can't be easy."
"What is it Cordelia?" Giles asked looking up from his own book. "What does the ritual combine?"
"It says here, that to kill the demon, a slayer was imbued with the power of a witch, the strength and speed of a vampire, the knowledge of a watcher and the Cloud of Kildernetch - whatever that is."
"The Cloud of Kildernetch?" Giles set his book aside and searched through those that lay on the short table in front of his chair. Finding the book he was looking for he flipped through the pages until he found what he was looking for. "Oh dear."
"What?" Angel asked as he and all the others focused their attention on the watcher.
"The Cloud of Kildernetch is a tonic made of Wolf's Bane, Dragon's Blood, blood of a gypsy, blood of one dead with the sight, and scorpion and cobra venom."
"How in the hell are we supposed to imbue her with that?" Cordy asked.
"She is meant to drink it," Giles said. "From what I can tell, the spell that will be performed will only allow the venoms to strengthen her and will not harm her. The same with the bloods. This spell however, is to be used and performed before the demon reaches full ascension; otherwise, we blow it up. Or find a viable volcano near by. "
They all sat quietly for a moment, thinking about what was to come. The battle, the spell, the ascension. Then they began making plans.
~Part: 65~
"Wes?" Faith asked as she looked out over the starlit beach. Looking back to her watcher who had become so much more to her she sighed sadly. "I-I don't know how to say this without it sounding bad."
Cupping her face in his hands, Wesley kissed her forehead and the pulled back, brushing her hair away from her face he dropped his hands to hers where they lay in her lap and held them tightly in his own.
"I know you care for me," she started slowly, and looked down at the intertwined hands. "You are important to me," she said slower than the first statement and then shook her head as she mentally berated herself. "This is coming out right at all."
"I thought for sure you felt the same."
"I do, god Wes I do. But.you deserve so much better."
"I don't want any better Faith. I want you."
"Wes-"
"Drink your wine and hush luv. I love you, I know you love me, and that as they say dear, is that." He said smiling at her amusedly.
"Wes the wine is gone, there's not a drop left in the bottle," she said looking at said empty bottle. All of the other containers had been packed up into the basket and now the sat in comfort on the stuffed quilt far enough from where the tide reached so that they were in no danger of getting wet. It was one of the few occasions that Faith had worn a skirt and not her favoured leather pants.
"The bottle you speak of is only merely half the size of a normal bottle of wine dear. We are in no danger of getting pissed," he said upon a soft chuckle.
"Yes, but this is my first taste of alcohol."
"Truly?"
Faith nodded and Wesley moved up onto his hands and knees and slowly crawled toward looking like a jungle cat stalking its prey. "I wonder how that wine tastes on you," he purred softly his lips against hers and then kissed her.
The drink forgotten to them both, they wrapped their arms around each other and deepened the kiss. Wesley moved forward, pressing against her slightly more until he had her laid down upon the quilt, he himself lying between her long legs. Moving his lips across her cheek and down her jaw, Wesley kissed a trail of fire across her heated flesh.
"And how does the wine taste?" she asked breathlessly as he nibbled upon her neck.
"Wonderful," he purred and nipped at the ever so sensitive flesh just beneath and behind her ear. The nip caused Faith to arch up into him, the feeling exquisite. "Like that do you?" he purred against her neck and made a trail of nipping kisses down to the hollow of her throat.
Faith's eyes snapped open and she gasped in delight as first she felt cold air upon her barred chest and then Wesley's hot mouth engulfing her breast. Wesley sucked as much of the soft and velvety flesh into his mouth as he could before slowly allowing the heated flesh of her breast to slip slowly between his lips, his teeth lightly scraping against the flesh causing a erotic friction unlike anything Faith had ever felt. Wesley sucked and nipped at her nipple, pulling at twisting at the other one and then switched, favouring both breasts with the same attention.
When he looked up at the woman underneath him, he found the brunette panting harshly, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shut in ecstasy, her head was thrown back and her full deep red lips parted. Her lipstick was slightly smudged from their earlier kisses and Wesley couldn't stop the proud grin that spread across his face, he had made that look appear on her face. He had given her this small amount of pleasure and oh how he would giver her more.
Wesley kissed a trailing path from between her ample breasts to the top of her skirt. The light and flowy material had long since bunched up around her waist and he had just a glimpse of her blue satin panties. Deep blue, oh how that colour drove him mad with lust. He had never been able to figure it out, but seeing an attractive girl in dark blue always made him randier than Prince Andrew himself.
Spreading her legs a bit further, he pressed his face against her dampened panties and breathed deeply the scent of her arousal. Almost purring, he rubbed his nose up and down the damp material, barely giving her the needed friction to her unattended center. Faith moaned in suspense and frustration and moved her hands into his hair, trying to move his face back to her center when he looked up at her. Pressing a hand to her stomach to hold her writhing body down, he kissed her navel and blew cool breath on the shallow dimple of her stomach.
"All in good time luv."
All Faith could do was moan incomprehensibly, she knew what she wanted but that damn bastard wasn't going to give it to her. He was teasing her. That damnable, son of a- oh god yeeeeeeeesssss!
Wesley had somehow slipped her panties off without her noticing and was now taking long slow licks of her drenched center, his hands resting on her inner thighs, his thumbs holding her open to his assault. His tongue dragged along her center with unnerving slowness, then came to rest on her clit, holding the taught bud down against her pelvic bone.
Leaning his face closer still, he sucked her clit in between his lips and held the stiff nub between his teeth, letting his tongue flick over it with lazy slowness. He was just trying to drive her insane, that was it he just wanted her insane. Damn that watcher, OH MY GOD "Wesley!" Faith screamed her orgasm as he sucked as hard as he could on her clit, driving Faith over the edge to leave her panting and unable to move upon the blanket.
Wesley looked up; his face wet with her juices and smirked slyly at his slayer. Crawling up her body, he slowly moved until he was completely covering her body with his. Faith looked down his body and realizing he was still clothed used her weight and strength to flip him over onto his back. Straddling his waist, Faith ripped his shirt off and the moved to do the same with his pants and shoes. She bit her lip as she looked upon his engorged shaft.
For all her talk and attitude, Faith knew she was a virgin. She wanted to pleasure him like he had her but was afraid to; the thought of doing such a thing brought back Michael. He was the only one she had ever done that to and that was only because he'd held her in place while he fucked her mouth. But now she wanted to, but was afraid to.
Turning back to Wesley when she felt his hand on her shoulder, she looked at him questioningly.
"Faith, this.it doesn't have to go any further, than here."
"It's not that.I want to," she said looking at his stiff erection again. "But.what if I hurt you?"
Smiling at her question, his face lost some of its humour and became serious. "You're still a virgin?" at her nod he pulled her in a tight hug against his chest. "Good."
"Really?" her voice muffled by his chest.
"Mmhhmm. Means you get to experience pleasure your first time, and not fear or humiliation." Her arms tightened around his back and he hugged her tighter as well. Moving to kiss her pouty lips he poured all of his love and passion into the kiss. He began placing butterfly kisses along her jaw and neck. "Let me pleasure you?" he requested.
"Wes," she breathed her voice heavy with lust. "Make love to me. Show me what real love is."
For the next two hours Wesley did exactly that. It was slow and gentle and oh so sweet. He kissed her throughout the act, memorizing her mouth with his tongue. As they lay sated from their love making they were able to watch the sun rise of the water, the beautiful colours of the sunrise seeming to emanate from the water itself. They lay in each others arms a moment longer, and then slowly got dressed and folded up the blanket and went home to the mansion.
The two new lovers found peace and love and solace within the other. If someone had looked into their hearts that morning, they would not be able to tell where one ended and the other began, so complete was their love.
~Part: 66 ~
“Angel,” Willow purred as she crawled up his body as he lay awake in bed.
The dark vampire tried to ignore the girl, this temptress of a lover he had and tried to make it look as though all of his attention was focused on the sonnets of William Blake. He had read and memorized this book two months ago, and although finding it truly insufferable, could quote it backwards and forwards when asked what he was reading. It was the best piece of literature he could take to bed, he knew every word, and therefore could make Willow think that he truly had paid her no mind at all.
“Angel,” she purred again as she straddled his muscular hips and ran her hands up his bare chest. “You think I don’t know that you already have that entire book memorized, including the title page?” she said lazily.
His eyes widened behind the book. She had to be bluffing. He’d never told anyone, not even Spike that he had the damn thing memorized, there was no way that she could have known.
“My darling, my Angel, do you know…that upon occasion…you talk in your sleep? One day, you seemed to have a true inability to stay silent while asleep, must have been the Tabasco sauce in the blood, I warned you that Faith tried it before she brought it up. Do you know that on that day, in your restless, and very much, unquiet sleep, you quoted that damn book? I was beginning to read it at the time,” the whole time she spoke in a lazily amused conversational tone. Her hands had been tracing patterns on his abdomen at times running her nails over the toned skin. She smiled conspiratorially as she watched the skin jump, she knew every single one of his tickle spots and she knew it drove him nuts.
“Little did I know,” Willow continued in the same amused and lazy tone, “that I didn’t need to read it at all, because you were going to read it to me…I followed along in the book though…you didn’t miss a single word…Not an ‘a’…not a ‘thee’…not even…a ‘yea’. You, my dear…sweet…pet…have been a very…naughty…boy.” She dragged her nails down his stomach making small red lines and causing the vampire in question to gasp at the sensation.
Oh how he loved it when she got in these moods, when she exerted her control in the bed. He grinned behind his book, a slow sexual grin that told of untapped sexual desires. When he had used it on women in the past they would nearly fall at his feet begging him to bed them. But not his Willow, no she’d just grin back at him and walk away, swaying those tempting hips and leave him making the lust build slowly all night, until finally an hour before sunrise they made love so passionate and full of heat that it could melt steel.
“My dear boy,” Angel tuned back into the redhead’s words. “You’ve been very bad, but you already know that.”
Willow moved off of Angel and rose from the bed. Angel dropped his book and looked at the redhead, his grin falling away.
“Just where are you going? You said I’ve been bad,” Angel protested her leaving him ending with a pout.
“You have Angel. You’ve been very bad,” she said turning back to him as she opened the door. “You’ve kept Faith’s mother and step-father, tied…in the dungeon…for a week now. You four did nothing, but tie them up down there, and leave them. But that is going to change tonight.” Opening the door completely, she gave no mind when a pair of cool solid arms wrapped around her middle from behind and hard male body pressed against her back. “Dru and I are going to go down and play with them for a bit, while Spike punishes you.”
Willow turned in Spike’s arms and kissed him full on the lips, building the kiss from a casual peck to a long slow love making of mouths. Her tongue began stroking his human canines from gum to tip until his fangs dropped. She wound her tongue around the sharp points one at a time and by the time she ended the kiss the bleached vampire was purring – loudly. Moving out of his arms, with the same sexy laziness that she had walked to the door with, she turned and winked at her vampires, “You boys play nice now.”
She left the room closing the door behind her and trailed slowly to meet Dru in front of the door to the room she shared with Giles. Smiling at the dark vampiress, Willow linked arms with her ‘daughter’, still rather amused by the whole familial relationship she’d found her self in and kissed Dru’s cheek.
“Are you ready my dear?” the redhead asked, her eyes twinkling.
“I am. But are you sure you want to leave the boys alone? It’s really rather beautiful to watch them together.”
“Oh I know it is. But we, my daughter, have work to do.”
The two women walked down the stairs, arm-in-arm and strolled through the mansion to the entrance to the dungeon in the back room.
~Part: 67~
Spike stood starring at the closed door, his purring never abating. Gods below that woman knew how to kiss. He just could stop starring at the door though, he kept waiting for her to return, but he knew she wouldn’t. The blonde vampire came out of his thoughts as he felt a pair of strong, muscled arms wrap around him from behind. Relaxing back against his sire’s body, he wrapped his arms over Angel’s.
“You know Red left me here to punish you,” Spike said conversationally.
“Yeah she did,” Angel softly agreed. “You seem so tired William. You have for days now. What’s wrong my sweet boy?” Angel’s voice soft, nearly a whisper, and full of concern.
“I don’t understand this Angelus,” Spike said with a sad sigh. “I don’t understand any of it.”
Angel slowly moved the pair back to the bed and sat down, his back against the headboard and Spike in his lap, turned so that he was shoulder-to-chest with his sire. A long forgotten embrace that had always brought the young poet turned vampire comfort.
“What don’t you understand?” Angel asked, his voice held the same softness as it had before. His arms were wrapped around his precious child, holding close, the younger vampire’s head tucked under his chin.
“All of this. Willow and Faith. Me mum was the sweetest bird you’d ever meet,” his voice was soft and whisper-like, his eyes held a faraway look. “I know you didn’t get along with your da, but for any of them to do this?...Willow’s the sweetest, kindest gel you’d ever meet. She’d never hurt anyone, not unless they’d hurt someone she loved dearly. For her own father to – I don’t understand how anyone can want to do anything other than to love and protect her. I mean yeah, I know I’d gone after her a couple times, but back then – she was only a way to get to the slayer, and then she was this fire that I wanted forever. And now that I know her, now that I love her…I don’t understand this. They were her parents, he was her father, he was supposed to protect her from all of the evils, not become one of them. And Faith…so what if she’s crass and blunt? When she first came here, I had still been around for a few days before I finally left, do you know how afraid she was to be touched? How afraid she was not to have control? How could they do that to her? To such a young child? And her own mother, locking her up in the dark, it’s a wonder that girl isn’t twice ‘round the bend by now.”
Angel sucked in a deep breath and pulled his childe tighter against him in his embrace. “I know. But she’s strong. They both are.”
“But they shouldn’t have to be,” he said turning to look up at the vampire that held him. “They should have people around them, loving them, taking care of them, and protecting them.”
“They do…now,” Angel brushed his fingers down his childe’s smooth cheek.
“But it’s nearly too late,” he said, his eyes ruby tears he didn’t know were there.
“Not too late,” Angel said softly. “Just in time.”
Angel slowly brought his lips to his childe’s and kissed him with a slow gentleness that William hadn’t felt since the days long before Angelus had ever received his soul. Long ago when they were lovers as well as sire and childe. They would lay up on the roof of where ever they were staying at the time and watch the stars after a good hunt. Some nights, Angelus would hold William in his arms and read to him, his voice but a soft purr.
“I miss you Will,” Angel said softly his lips against his childe’s. “I miss feeling you inside of me, inside of my person, inside of my mind. There was a time, long ago, when you and I were one. When our bond, our love made us one. I miss that.”
Pulling back he looked into his childe’s crystal blue eyes, though now they were as dark and deep as the ocean at night. His emotions so much like the tide, so turbulent and mesmerizing in their depths. A few blood tears had slipped down the blonde’s face, unknown to him. Angel smiled softly and held Spike’s face in between his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears. He leaned forward and kissed his childe’s forehead.
“Do you miss it Will? Do you miss what we used to be?”
“All the time,” Spike admitted softly. Spike tilted his head, barring his neck to his sire. Biting his lip as he waited, fearful of rejection.
Angel smiled softly, tears coming to his own eyes at his childe’s submission. He pressed his lips to his childe’s throat, just above where his pulse used to be. One arm was wrapped around his childe’s back, holding him close; the other hand cupped the blonde’s head lovingly.
Angel kissed the soft, pale skin of the immortal in his arms, his tongue brushing over the skin bring a purr from both of their throats. With slow gentleness, he slipped his fangs into Spike’s neck and drank of his rich blood. He felt his bond to his childe beginning to open but his childe’s side of the bond was still closed. Removing his fangs from Spike’s throat, he lapped at the blood on his skin.
“Drink of me my childe,” he purred softly and barred his own neck. His purring increased tenfold when he felt Spike’s fangs sink into his throat. Drawing his blood out. The bond between them both was now open and complete as it had once been centuries past. The most intimate and erotic act for vampires was now shared and both vampires reached completion, both men coming in their pants.
~Part: 68~
Willow and Drusilla stalked quietly down the basement stairs together, their movements like those of jungle cats on the hunt. As soon as both their heeled feet - Willow’s in knee-high leather boots, and Drusilla’s in ankle high granny boots – the pair quickly made their way to stand in front of Faith’s so-called parents. Both man and woman were chained to the walls, their arms raised above their heads and their legs spread apart by the chains that attached their feet to the wall behind them.
Drusilla raised her hand, and in a blurred movement, slapped both aging adults into full and painful consciousness. Looking to her counterpart, Drusilla waited for Willow to make her move. She’d only seen Willow’s eyes glow with that emerald fire lighted by magick born of fury once before and as sure as she was that it wasn’t pretty then, the dark vampire knew that this time would be no different.
Willow quietly stalked up to stand in touches distance of both prisoners. Raising her hands so that she palmed them both by their cheeks, she spoke quietly, her eyes growing ever brighter, the magick swirling in their depths.
“As you have both brought pain to Faith, and through it, brought pleasure to yourselves. So now shall you feel every feather light touch made upon her, so now shall you feel every tear she cried, as though they were your own. From birth to this moment, you both shall feel her pain and bear her memories as though they were your own. Her thoughts made yours; her pain made yours, her life through her eyes in you. Feel her pain!”
A flash of light lit the room for a mere fraction of a second before it was gone. Pulling her hands back from their faces, Willow and Drusilla both saw the distant and glazed eyes of the captured. Smiling slightly, Willow took Drusilla’s hand and the pair of fire and ice, walked up the stairs. Leaving as quietly as they had come.
“Take care of what you needed to?” Giles asked as he greeted his daughter and his new companion – not yet certain of the definition of his relationship with Drusilla – as they came into the kitchen from the basement.
Willow nodded and walked silently through the rooms, to the stairs that led up to her room, leaving Dru with Giles. Giles watched his daughter walk silently away, no real expression on her face. He turned back to Drusilla, his own face a mask of concern.
“Is she alright? What happened down there?”
Drusilla sighed heavily and took a packet of blood out of the fridge, popping it into the microwave she waited silently as it heated. When the microwave dinged, she took the warmed blood out and emptied the bag into a shiny black mug. Tossing the empty bag in the trash she turned to Giles and sipped from the mug.
“She opened their minds,” Drusilla said slowly. “She made it so that they are now experiencing and feeling everything, from birth to the present moment through Faith’s eyes…I think what she’s done, and her feelings on the entire situation are finally catching up to her.”
“Them?” he asked nodding to the basement door.
“No. Far more then just those two. She’s going through a lot right now, are you sure you want to hear this all?...Alright,” she conceded at his nod. “You’d better sit down.”
As they both took seats at the round table, Drusilla drank more from her mug before answering.
“Willow is a growing woman, a woman who also happens to be in love with two highly sexual highly attractive vampires. Not only that, but she has also found herself to be part of the solution – a very major solution in defeating the mayor. This spell could very well not only drain her energy but knock her out for a good week at least after doing it. She’s also trying to help Faith through her experiences, as well as helping Spike and Angel mend their very broken, very burned fences. Right now, Willow pretty much feels like the rope in a game of tug of war. I know for a fact that she’s not sleeping well, though she tries to hide it from everyone. She’s hidden it well from both her mates and everyone else as well. Part of her is still grieving for the loss of her mother, as well as the betrayal and loss of the man that she thought to be her father. Add on to that the fact that her once best friend helped to betray her to her father and that Faith’s own parents came not only into the picture, but that Faith was ready and willing to sacrifice herself to save Willow from horrors beyond her imagining. Now add on to that…Cordelia and Xander have grown closer, have in fact slept together and that there is now the possibility that Cordelia may be pregnant, neither one of them thinking of protection during their carnal acts. Now Willow is realizing herself, that something she never may have thought she would want – a baby born of her loins, she will never be able to have, unless she gives up both Angel and Spike. But she loves them both too much for that. Now add onto that the last and final piece – to everyone here, myself, my sire and my childe included – Willow is the rock and the glue for our entire family. We lean on her and look to her for answers and comfort, and she is the one solid piece that pulls everyone of us together. Without her – you never would have forgiven Angel, Faith may never have been willing to tell anyone of the past that troubled her so, and this entire group made family may very well not be together right now. Do you know that during the day when we three vampires are sleeping and you and Wesley and Faith are out for your runs, Willow has been counseling Cordelia and Xander on the possibility of them becoming teenage parents? This is all becoming so much for her, and yet she has never once complained, not once. I saw her yesterday afternoon when I awoke. She was sitting in the garden, silent tears running down her face, and yet she said nothing to no one. She simply let the tears fall and waited until her face and eyes held no evidence of her tears before she came back into the house. Do I know how much more she can take or where her breaking point will be? No. But I do know this, when she does break, she won’t let anyone know, simply because she knows that everyone is counting on her. That, my dear Rupert, is what is going on.”
Drusilla sat quietly now, sipping at her lukewarm blood, as she watched Giles’ face. His green-grey eyes showed so many emotions. They were so alike, he and Willow, it was hard to imagine them not being related to one another.
~Part: 69~
“I’ve missed you so much my sweet William, my beautiful boy,” Angel purred, his Irish accent returning full on with his building lust.
Both vampires lay naked in the bed, their clothes long since having been lost. Angel’s hands stroked feather light up over Spike’s torso as he lay next to the bleached blonde vampire. Tweaking the blonde’s nipples and bringing one hand up the inside of Spike’s thigh until he reached the juncture of the man’s legs, careful to miss touching Spike in the one spot he wanted to most, he kissed him. Long and slow and deep was the kiss. Tongues danced and intertwined together, lazily battling for dominance, neither caring too much about who controlled the kiss and both just wanting it to continue on forever. It was such a good thing that vampires didn’t need to breathe, for neither one was willing to break the kiss for something as inconsequential as breathing.
Spike’s hands, meanwhile, were nowhere near idle. One hand held Angel’s head as they kissed, keeping the dark vampire to him, as the other was wrapped around Angel’s throbbing member. Stroking his hand up and down Angels’ penis from base to head, his hand came to a rest, long slim fingers wrapping around and containing the head of the long, thick member. Still kissing Angel deeply, Spike circled his thumb over the seeping hole in Angel penis, rubbing the precum around on the head and lubricating the still tool with its own emissions.
Angel thrust into the blonde’s hand, the feel of his childe stroking him was driving him both wild and blind with lust. In a move too swift for the human eye, Angel had Spike on his back beneath him and pinned both of the blonde’s hands up above his head. Straddling the younger vampire’s waist, he rubbed his throbbing member against Spike’s, both vampires moaning loudly and quite pleasurably at the feel of them both touching so intimately.
“Like a woman Spike, or like animals?” Angel growled in lust.
“Woman – I want to see your face as you cum in me.”
Raising both of Spike’s legs as he repositioned himself between the blonde’s legs, he thrust slowly into the blonde’s tight passage.
“Damn your tight Will.”
“No one’s been there since you,” Spike panted.
Angel continued to thrust slowly into Spike as Spike thrust back against him, their movements perfectly matched in time and in strength. Slowly the pace built until the bed was rocking along in times with the vampire’s that laboured upon its soft mattress. As the pace grew, so did the mad growling of the vampires. As the culmination grew near, both vampires snarled loudly and buried their fangs in the other’s necks, sucking on cool blood heated by passion and came hard, Angel inside Spike and Spike all over both their chests.
Both vampires fell tiredly onto the mattress. A vampire may have extreme passion and extreme stamina with mortals and their own kind, but when they were vampire on vampire, the sex was so intense it was like making love inside a tidal wave surrounded by a ring of fire.
~Part: 70~
Willow sat quietly deep in the stacks of the library trying hard not to listen to the discussion that Cordy and Xander were having. As the days grew to pass by more and more and Cordelia’s woman’s time had not yet come, the possibility of pregnancy had become a reality.
“Xander I took three tests. I’m really pregnant,” Cordelia’s face was aglow with delight as the prospect of being a mother swam through her head. “Can you imagine it? A little baby, made by you and me, resting in our arms. Feeding from my breast and sleeping in your arms. Oh Xander, I can hardly wait. It’ll ruin my figure for sure but there’s always Yoga for pregnant women.”
“Yeah I know Delia. It’ll be awesome! Hey I thought you were gonna tell Wills about this?” he asked as he stood holding Cordelia from behind, his arms wound around her waist, his hands resting upon her still flat stomach. How much longer would it look so sleek he wondered. How long until he felt the little life that they had created kicking and fluttering beneath the surface?
“I was but I can’t find her. Not anywhere, she’s just gone. Maybe she went for a walk, she been going for those so much these days.”
“Yeah well she has a lot on her mind, what with the impending ascension and all.”
“Yeah, I guess. Hey you know what I was reading today?”
“No, what?”
“Do you know that women – pregnant women can have sex right up until they deliver? Although most don’t, something about the sex drive lessening as the stomach grows larger.” Her face screwed up into the most adorable thoughtful frown.
“Really?” he hugged his lover more tightly to him. “Well then, I say we go and have fun before you won’t want to anymore.”
“Me?” she asked accusingly, “What if you don’t want to have sex anymore cause you think I’m fat?” she asked as their voices grew farther away as they stepped out of the library and walked down the hall.
“Not gonna happen Delia. And besides – you won’t be fat, you’ll be carrying our love child!”
“Oh eww!” she cried out as he tried to give her sloppy kisses and waggled his eyebrows at her.
Back in the library, Willow looked up from the book she’d set aside and sniffled and breathed in deeply as she tried to will away the tears that were once again falling from her swimming eyes. It seemed as though she were always crying these days. At least once a day she’d find herself in the garden or in the park, her face awash with tears. She’d never realized that she would ever want a child until the prospect of Cordelia and Xander having one had brought the possibility into their home.
The truth of the matter was though that she loved Angel and Spike too much to give them up. But it hurt so much to think of the fact that it was because of her chosen lovers that she would never bear a child herself. Faith and Wesley were slowly building a relationship, a romantic loving relationship together after months of mental and emotional tortured for the girl in question, and Giles and Drusilla seemed to be finally moving close to having one themselves, and the ascension grew nearer and all she could think about was the fact that Xander and Cordelia were able to have something that she never would. Goddess how selfish could she be! Willow thought hating herself for what she thought to be transgressions against her friends.
Their lives depended upon her being able to pull off this spell and all she could think about was herself. Sure Angel and Spike had promised to take her away, and were in fact planning to take her away after the coming battle, and all she could think about was herself. Willow breathed deeply and closed her eyes as she bit her bottom lip until tears of physical pain replaced those of emotional pain. Scrubbing the remaining tears from her face, she moved into the workout room and made her way over to the exercise bike.
She knew it wasn’t wise to exercise right now, considering she hadn’t eaten anything all day, but she didn’t care. Her friends needed her and were counting on her and she would be damned if she let them down.
She rode the bike a grueling pace for a solid hour before moving to the treadmill and setting to a fast pace. Running for another solid hour she moved to the weights and lifted weights heavier than she had ever used before. Raising her arms out straight until they were level with her shoulders she dip one hundred reps, and did the same number as she kept her arms down by her sides and lifted the weights bending her arms at the elbows.
Setting the weights down, she stood up from the bench she had been seated on and nearly fell over from a strong wave of dizziness. Holding on to the barbell shelves, she waited as the dizziness past and shook of any remaining effects. Moving to the bench press she laid down and took the long barbell in her hands, bracing herself she lifted the long weighted bar and slowly lowered it to her chest. Again she did one hundred reps.
Standing from the bench press drenched in her own sweat, she once again nearly collapsed from dizziness, but once again shook it off and moved to the long, large punching bag. She began striking out with feet and fists, working out her own aggressions with herself on the heavy canvas material. Her unprotected hands began to rub and smart as they were ruthlessly beaten against the rough material. Soon her skin was scratched and bleeding and the dizziness had returned with more force then ever before.
Had she taken time to look at the clock on the wall, she would have seen that she had been working out for five solid hours without a break. Two solid hours was tiring for a professional athlete who had fed well, but five solid hours for her, with no food or drink in her, would prove to be devastating. Within moments she collapsed to the floor unconscious and unable to waken. And two hours later that was how Faith found her.