**********FALLEN ANGELS**********

Part 14: Of Feasts and Famines

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 Willow looked about the entrance foyer of the mansion.  It was dark
and empty, just as the whole mansion could be, but she knew it wasn't.
It was dark, but it wasn't empty. Even as she made her way through the
lower level, past the massive fireplace, she was reminded of that fact
by the voice that broke through the silence.

"Welcome home, Willow," Angelus all but purred at her from the top of
the stairs.

She glanced up at where he stood, clad in only his leather pants,
glowering down at her. His expression nothing more than animalistic
craving.  Like he could devour her.  Dropping her eyes she
concentrated on the sensation of the wood beneath her fingertips as she
slowly made her way up the stairs.  She didn't want to be here, she
wanted to be with the others in the library researching. Earlier in the
afternoon she had seen Giles anger and frustration when she had refused
to stay. She had an appointment that she simply couldn't break, that's
what she told him and it was the truth.  Angelus had beaten Spike for
something that wasn't even his fault; she could imagine what he would do
for disobedience.  Slowly she lifted her hand from the banister and
took a step away from the stairs, raising her head to look at him.

Closing his eyes he breathed deeply, his fingers curling under his nose
as he licked his lips.  "Such an enthralling scent...barely an hour
old..."

Willow cringed, he could smell her period, which had started just before
her last class.  Letting out a sigh he morphed into the demon and his
eyes glowed gold with hunger.  Startled she took a step back and
gasped as her foot slipped on the top step, her bag falling from her
shoulder.  Angelus' hands shot out and grabbed her, steadying her as
her backpack bounced down the stairs, the contents scattering across the
floor.  Smirking he took a step forward, pushing her back slightly.

"If I let you go, you'll fall down the stairs and break your pretty
little neck," Angelus stated bracing his feet either side of hers and
resting their pelvis' together.  Lowering his mouth he licked at the
choker, his tongue tracing a path up to the curve of her ear.  "Is
that what you want, Willow?  For me to release you?"

"No," she whispered, shaking her head, her eyes pleading with him.
Slowly he leaned them further back, his hold loosening on her arms.
She cried out and grabbed at him.

"Who am I Willow?"

"Angelus," she said, not really understanding the question.

"And what are you Willow?" She looked up at those cold gold eyes and
swallowed.

"Your consort...." He looked at her expectantly, tilting his head to
stare at her with his gold eyes.  "I'm yours completely, you own
me...my soul...my body...everything I am..."

With a feral growl he released her, making her scream as she felt
herself falling only to be swept up in his arms and carried away from
the stairs.  Hooking her arms about his neck she hung on as he moved
through the master lounge room so fast that it was nothing more than a
blur of colours.  Without pausing he kicked open her doors and just as
easily kicked them close once they entered the room.  The next thing
she was falling and landing with a soft "oof" on her bed.  Angelus was
looming over her, a half snarl half grin gracing his lips, his fangs
framing them.

Keeping her eyes fixed on him Willow slowly started to back up the bed,
trying to escape from his ominous presence.  He had other plans.
His fingers wrapped around her ankle and yanked her back down to him as
he sat on the edge of the bed.  Silently he pulled off her shoes,
carelessly tossing them over his shoulder, while his fingers stroked her
ankles.  Lazily his fingers moved up to hook behind her knees and
jerked her forward into his lap.  To keep her balance Willow was
forced to grab at his neck, steadying herself.  He smirked.

"You know, I think this," he spoke softly fingering the delicate
material of the top she wore.  "Was a mistake...it doesn't look that
nice on you..." his fingers wrapped in the material and tore it from
her, leaving her only in her bra as he smiled and tossed it over his
shoulder to join the shoes.  "Won't have to worry about you wearing it
again."

Willow squirmed on his lap, pushing herself away with her hands on his
chest.  Angelus growled lightly his hands stilling her movements, one
tangling in her hair, and the other curling about her waist pulling her
into him.

"Don't," he growled. Willow stopped her struggling, her breath coming in
short gasps, and glanced into his golden eyes.  They were warm and
needy, not with love or desire, but with hunger.  A hunger for her.
As their eyes locked and held, Angelus' hand moved down her back to grip
the material of her skirt, which had bunched up around her waist.
With a snarl he tore it, tossing it away like a rag.  Holding her hair
and her gaze his fingers moved down and rubbed over the soft wet
material of her knickers.  Biting her lip she tried to will her body
not to react, but he knew exactly what he was doing and soon her hips
were rocking, trying to gain more friction against his fingers.
Smirking he pulled his fingers away, causing her to whimper.  Slowly
he raised the blood-covered digits and smeared it across her lips.
Willow grimaced, trying to turn her head, but his fingers tightened in
her hair, holding her still.  "You find it disgusting, don't you?"

The tip of his tongue flicked out barely touching her blood-covered
lips, his fingers making a bloody path down to her lace covered
breasts.  Pulling back he looked at her for a moment then held his
still bloodied fingers up in front of her face.  Slowly he began to
lick at them before sucking them into his mouth, relishing the taste.
Once they were clean he lowered his head, licking and kissing at the
blood on her breasts, his free hand undoing the clasp on her bra.
Kissing his way back to her mouth he savoured the sweet taste of her
blood-tinted lips, discarding her bra and letting his hand wander back
down to her knickers.  As his fangs sank into the soft plump flesh of
her bottom lip he yanked the remaining barrier from her body.
Releasing her mouth he grinned and tossed the material aside.

"Why do you find it disgusting, Willow?" he asked as his fingers delved
into her, making her gasp and clutch at his shoulders.  There was no
semblance of bringing her pleasure he was purely selfish in his
motivation.  Her green eyes fixed on his gold and she shuddered,
unable to form an answer to his question, her mind repulsed by his
actions.  Watching her he continued to move his fingers, coating them
in her blood, watching the range of emotions play across her face.
Repulsion, desire, curiosity, disgust.  "It's only blood..."

She watched in morbid fascination as he withdrew his fingers and began
to drag them across her breasts, circling the nipples making them hard,
leaving a trail of scarlet over the pale flesh.  Angelus closed his
eyes in pleasure as he bought his fingers up to his mouth, licking and
sucking at the blood, practically purring.  As he finished cleaning
his fingers he opened his eyes and leaned over her, his tongue making
light sweeps across her breasts, licking at the blood.  Slowly his
hand moved back down between her legs, his thumb brushing against her
clit as his long fingers slid back into her.  Willow groaned as she
began to move against the pressure of his fingers.  She concentrated
on the sensations, on the feel of his mouth and tongue on her breasts,
of his fingers moving inside her.  Her fingers buried in his hair as
she felt his canines drag across the rounded flesh of her breast.  She
leant back, closing her eyes and moaning as his teeth continued to worry
her breasts.  Lost in the moment she barely registered falling back
onto the bed or Angelus shifting her back up the bed.  Slowly he
kissed his way down, his tongue leaving a wet path to her auburn curls
before pushing open her legs and licking at her clit.  Her fingers
grabbed at his hair and she screamed out his name.

He growled lightly and flipped them, manoeuvring her legs so that her
knees rested above his shoulders, her feet draped over and resting in
the crook of his armpits.  Willow shuddered as she realised what he
was planning.  His fingers gripped her ass, urging her forward and
down.  She gasped as she felt his tongue lick at her cunt, parting the
moist folds and delving into her, twirling about her blood slick
passage.  He mouthed her, sucking and licking, his lips and nose
brushing constantly against her clit.  Keeping her at the point of
orgasm.  Moaning and gasping for breath she leant forward and grabbed
the bed head, leaning against it for support.  Angelus was moving
beneath her, alternately growling and purring, his tongue constantly
seeking more of her blood.  She moved above him, trying to give him
what he wanted and give herself pleasure in this macabre act.  Time
and time again she came until her muscles were screaming in protest, her
clit was throbbing in agony, her passage sore from Angelus' continuous
licking and sucking.  But still he continued to drink from her, his
tongue greedily probing her depths.  Her fingers dug into the wood as
the pleasure was replaced by pain, the constant pressure on her clit
driving her to the brink of unconsciousness.

She began to shake, her body no longer able to take Angelus' constant
demands, her grip on consciousness and the bed head weakened.  She
could feel herself slumping forward, her arms no longer willing to
support her weight, when cool arms snaked about her.  One circled her
waist, the other snuck under her arm and across her chest, the hand
resting on her shoulder.  Slowly she was pulled back against a smooth
cool chest, her rolled back to rest on a bare shoulder and she closed
her eyes in relief that she no longer had to support herself.  The
hands moved, strong fingers massaged her stomach, easing the cramps in
her uterus that Angelus' feeding had produced, the other hand stroked
her hair, pulling it back from her face.  Her whimpers of pain were
soon replaced with soft moans of pleasure as her new position afforded
her some relief from the constant pressure on her clit.  Opening her
eyes she gasped for air, her moans becoming louder, one of her hands
reached behind her, grabbing a denim covered thigh and the other
clutched the hand massaging her stomach.

"That's it, pet," Spike whispered into her ear, urging her to let go.
Her fingers tightened their hold as her senses shattered, a kaleidoscope
of colours blinding her, a feral scream working through her long and
loud.  Beneath her Angelus growled, his fingers digging into her
thighs, ravenous and disgruntled.  Her eyes widened as he sat up,
pushing both her and Spike back.  His fingers ripped at her necklace,
pulling it free and baring her throat.

"No," she screamed as he growled and sank his fangs into her neck.
Her hands struck out at him, scratching his back and ripping at his
hair.  It had no affect on him as he continued to drink from her.
Clawing at him desperately she could feel her heart pounding in fear.
As he continued to feed her fight lessened, eventually her hands dropped
away as she succumbed to a pain filled darkness.

Willow groaned, her head was throbbing, her mouth dry, her whole body
ached.  Something was resting beneath her hand, soft but firm.  Her
eyelids were heavy but still she forced them open, focusing on the
velvet box her hand rested on.  Vague images of the past few hours
flashed through her aching head as she sat up, the world spun for a
moment before she picked up the box and opened it.  A set of beautiful
emerald drop earrings sparkled against the black satin lining of the
box.  She ran her fingers over them in amazement.  Her amazement
soon turned to disgust as her neck throbbed and she was struck by a
vivid image of Angelus feeding from her.  Raising her hand she clawed
at the bite mark only to find her choker firmly back in place.

"Go to hell," she spat vehemently falling back against the pillows and
throwing the jewellery box with the little amount of strength she had
left.  It sailed through the air and bounced off the doorframe of the
bathroom.

"Such strong language, love," Spike scolded as he swaggered into the
room, breakfast tray in his hands, usual smirk on his face.  The smirk
grew as he took in the discarded jewellery box.  He sighed and tutted
at her, walking over and sitting down on the bed.

"Come on, love," he stated putting down the tray and leaning over
her.  "Time to recharge the system.  You look like death warmed
up.  Although that is to be expected...since your father called
Sunnydale High to inform them that you've caught some type of viral
infection and are convalescing with him in...now where was it?  Oh I
don't know, but far away from Sunnyhell.  Of course those things can
be terribly tricky to get over, so he wasn't able to tell the school
exactly when you'd be back..."

She stared at him for a moment before closing her eyes.  No school
until Angelus decided to let her go back, punishment or reward?  She
wasn't sure.  Either way she really didn't care at the moment.
Spike's laughter rang in her ears and she fervently wished he would just
go to hell.  He sat down on the edge of the bed, his cool hands cupped
her face, one wandering down to her throat with a light pressure on her
pulse point.  Still Willow kept her eyes closed.

"Eat something...you'll feel better..." Spike muttered getting off the
bed and leaving her alone.  She didn't know how long it was before
Angelus wandered into her room, it could've been five minutes it may
have been an hour, she didn't really care.  In silence she watched as
he removed the untouched breakfast tray and stretched out beside her on
the bed, his fingers tracing the lines of her face.  Closing her eyes
she turned away from him.  Chuckling Angelus spooned in behind her,
his arms wrapping about her body, holding her close.

"You haven't eaten...not hungry?" he asked as his hands wandered down to
caress her stomach.  "You must be..."  Still she remained quiet.
Behind her Angelus kissed the rounded flesh of her shoulder, pulling her
hair away from her ear.  "If you don't eat your body will shut
down...it won't be an easy death and it won't help anyone."

Angelus continued to kiss her shoulder, his hand running down the length
of her arm, his fingers capturing hers.  Willow opened her eyes,
watching as his hand covered hers, turning it over, his thumb tracing
circles in her palm.

"What is it? What do you want, Willow?" he asked quietly, his voice
cold.

"I want to be left alone."  It was a simple request, but one that she
didn't believe to be possible.

"Is that what you really want?"

She sighed and closed her eyes again.  Why did he always question her
answers?  It was the only thing she wanted, to be left alone.
"Yes."

Angelus smirked and bought her hand to his mouth, kissing it before
releasing her, rolling off the bed and walking away.  Willow listened
her eyes widening as she heard his door close.  And then it locked.
Forcing herself she sat up, her vision blurred as her head spun.
Waiting until the dizziness past she looked about her room, she was
alone, the breakfast tray had been removed.  Clutching the sheet
against her body she stood up, again forcing herself not to succumb to
the dizziness, and made her way to the bathroom.  Angelus' door was
shut and she assumed locked ~ that she didn't particularly care about,
although for the past few days the door had been kept open at all
times.  Picking up the glass that was kept on the vanity she drank
until her thirst was slacked and felt slightly better.  Walking over
to his door she leant against it, listening to Spike and Angelus
talking, soft murmurs, nothing she could really distinguish.  Low
chuckles accompanied their conversation and Willow turned away, heading
toward her sitting room door.  As her hand pulled down on the handle
it met with resistance.  It too was locked.  Swearing to herself she
tried with both hands, still the door remained closed.

Releasing the handle she bought one of her fists up and struck out
weakly at the door, her knees no longer willing to support her gave out
and she slid to the floor, her head resting against the cool wood.
She'd been locked in her rooms, alone with no food.  Taking a deep
breath she glanced about, there was nothing.  Usually Angelus left her
the book of Gaelic poems, but not this time.

"Fine, lock me in for a few hours..." Willow muttered to herself,
certain that once the sun went down he would come for her, until then
she was quite content to sleep.  Gathering herself up she made her way
back to the bed, and sunk down into the soft mattress, turning her head
to watch the play of the light through the stained glass windows.

On and off she slept, occasionally waking from dreams of darkness to see
the tinted light stretching across the floor, crawling up the walls.
The light, her only keeper of time, was slowly fading into inky
darkness.  Desperate to hold onto it, its warmth, its protection, she
crawled from the bed and lay in the coloured shadows.  Her arms and
legs, which had previously curled about her, stretched out and embraced
the dying light, willing it to stay with her.  It was strange.  As
the light dimmed she became acutely aware of everything.  She could
feel the light dying, it no longer warmed her skin with its presence.
The mansion itself became a living thing, moving and whispering.
Voices, male and female, although nothing more than muted murmurs
reached her ears.  Laughter, Spike calling out to Angelus, his voice
echoing about, combining with female giggles and whispered words of
flattery.  As the light died so did the mansion, it became quiet and
empty.  Darkness engulfed the room, leaving her alone on the floor and
still she waited for Angelus.

Too quickly dawn came, colour and light once more filled her empty room,
spreading across her pale body as she remained spread on the floor.
As the morning brightness gave way to the dimmer light of late afternoon
her thoughts darkened, he had left her alone and wasn't going to come
back for her.  Something had changed for Willow during the course of
those long hours where she had been left alone with her thoughts and the
various shades of light.  Somewhere between watching the soft delicate
light of sunset and sunrise she lost the desire to be alone.  The
silence, the emptiness, the nothingness of it terrified her.  Whether
it was the fevered thoughts of loneliness, or the lack of food combined
with the loss of blood, or just her innate fear of truly being alone she
didn't know.  All she wanted was for Angelus to come back to her, so
she continued to lie in the warmth of the light waiting.  By the time
the room had faded back into darkness he still hadn't come.  She ached
from being on the hard floor, but lacked the energy to get back into
bed, her body craved food and warmth but she was unable to supply it.
She was lost without him.

"Angelus," she whispered closing her eyes and succumbing to the darkness
that engulfed her room.

"What is it you want?" she heard the question over and over again.
She'd answered to be left alone, but she didn't want that, had never
wanted that.  Again the dark timbre voice asked her the question.
"What is it you want?"

"I don't know," she offered, turning her head on the soft down
pillow.  Frowning she opened her eyes, expecting to see the stained
glass windows she had been lying in front of, she couldn't remember
having a pillow with her.  She was in her bed, the quilt pulled up
over her, warming her cold body and Angelus was stretched out beside her
on top of the quilt.  His face, his chocolate brown eyes inches from
her own.  She blinked a few times, wondering if he was a delusion or
real.  Deciding that the only way to find out was to answer his
question, she repeated herself.  "I don't know."

"You knew hours ago, you were certain of it.  Isn't this what you
really wanted?  Hmm?  To be left alone?  Let that marvellously
intelligent mind twist and turn on itself.  Alone with your
thoughts..." he paused for a moment, staring at her, taking in her pale
features, her black rimmed eyes.  One of his hands stroked her hair,
twisting a few strands around his fingers  "You've been alone all your
life..."

"No I haven't..." Willow claimed, she had never felt so alone.  "I
have my friends, my family..."

Angelus' laugh cut her off.  "Your family.  Where are your parents
Willow?  Do you even know?  Off at some conference.  You never see
or talk to them.  When was the last time they even sat down to eat
with you?  You're their only daughter and they know absolutely nothing
about you...your tastes, your likes, your fears...Shows how much they
care about you..."

"Well they..." she stared at him, could it be true?  Could her parents
really not give a damn?  They knew practically nothing about her, she
doubted they even knew her friends names.  She shook her head, they
were her parents, they had to care, just because they were rarely home
didn't mean they didn't.  "No...you can't...there are always my
friends." She said defiantly.

"Friends?  What sort of friends are they?" Angelus chuckled as he let
his fingers comb through her tangled hair, his thumb tracing the bluish
skin beneath her eyes. "For weeks you've not been home...have they asked
questions? Pressured you for concrete answers?"

"Buffy..."

"Buffy what?  Made a few jokes at your expense?  Humiliated you in
front of your peers?  That's what a friend is for...but she hasn't
actually pushed you for answers.  No, dear old Buff likes to pout and
look concerned ~ makes her look good for those she actually cares
about.  Like Xander...he's so wrapped up in the blonde and the
brunette he doesn't have time for anyone else, doesn't care for anyone
else.  Who else is there Willow?  Cordelia perhaps?" He let out a
cruel laugh, got off the bed and walked away from her.  "I'm sure she
worries terribly about you..."

Struggling to block him, to come up with someone in her life who she
would be important to she grasped at names.  "Giles, he needs me..."

"He needs you?  Doesn't mean he cares about you.  No, you could die
tomorrow and he'd go 'oh dear' and find someone else to meet
his...needs."

He leant against the wall staring at her, waiting for her to defend
herself, deny what he said.  But she didn't, partially because she was
in no fit state to and because she was beginning to see the truth in
what he said.  She was expendable.  Breaking her gaze he pushed
himself away from the wall and sauntered toward the bathroom door.

"Angelus," her voice was soft, uncertain.  Painstakingly slowly he
turned around and faced her, his face cold and devoid of emotion.  She
swallowed back the lump in her throat.  "Please...don't leave me
alone."

Slowly he returned to the bed, lying next to her, closer than before.
Tilting his head slightly he looked at her, a soft smile crossing his
lips.

"Why shouldn't I?  It's what you wanted...to be left alone." Angelus
regarded her with cold eyes.  Willow licked her lips and bought one of
her heavy hands up to caress his face before entwining her fingers in
his hair pulling him down to her.  She waited until his lips were
lightly brushing across hers before answering him.

"I was wrong...I don't want to be left alone," she let her tongue trace
his lips, pressing her own against his as they opened, her tongue
slipping into his cool mouth.  Slowly she entwined her tongue with
his, playing with it, soft strokes, the tip dragging over the velvet
surface.  Pulling back she kissed his top lip, then his bottom lip
finishing with a soft chaste kiss encompassing them both.  "Please,
don't leave me..."

Angelus remained silent, his fingers entertaining themselves with her
hair.  It seemed to be forever and a day before he spoke.  "Spike
will bring you something to eat, then we shall bathe and go to
dinner.  You can wear your new emerald earrings, they'll bring out
your eyes."

Willow nodded silently and moved in closer to him, her arms snaking
about him, her head resting on his chest.  His laughter rumbled
beneath her ear as his own arms wrapped about her and he pressed a light
kiss to her forehead.
 
 

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