Email: angelskuuipo@yahoo.com
Pairing: Angelus/Willow
Rating: pg-13/R (references to bdsm and torture)
Distribution: If you have stuff of mine it's yours iffin you want it. Anyone else just ask. I'll say yes, just want to know where it's going.
Disclaimer: I bow to the altar of the genius that is Joss. Angel and co. aren't mine. I'm only playing and promise to return them when I'm done though Angel will probably be late; he's such a nummy treat. No insult, infringement, or injury is intended.
Spoilers: up to and including 'Passion'
Author's Note 1: This is unbetaed drabble in an effort to get the torture monkey off my back so I can get on with 'Under the Circumstances'. I've never really tried my hand at getting inside Angelus' mind so forgive me if this completely blows.
Author's Note 2: Big thankee to Gabrielle and Gray for the birthday wishes and feedback *Hugs Bunches* and to Susi and Rosa for their input and encouragement on 'Coming Together'. Y'all rock.
Summary: Angelus muses- vague enough for you?
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Obsession. Webster's Dictionary defines obsession as a persistent disturbing preoccupation with an often unreasonable idea or feeling or more broadly as a compelling motivation. Some would say that I'm obsessive. But I think I'm more goal oriented. I see something I want and I go after it. I don't let anything get in my way. I research, make a plan then execute it. For 245 years it's worked for me.
Take the Slayer for example. Even with the *shudders* soul I wanted her and I got her. Sure the soul wanted to love her, protect her, take care of her, me? I wanted to destroy her. I sat back and watched and waited. I learned all about her and her little friends. I memorized their strengths and weaknesses, filed it all away for use at a later date. Somehow I knew I would make an appearance in her lifetime and lo and behold I did. I almost felt sorry for the soul. The first girl he'd allowed himself to ever love, as a human or souled vampire, and she was the death of him. Literally.
Oh I know the gypsy was working on a spell to restore my soul. She finished it too, just before I killed her. I even found the disk she'd saved it on. That too went the way of the dodo. So I'm back to stay and damn it feels good to be free again.
My dear boy Spike thinks I've lost my mind because I haven't killed the Slayer. Personally I think he's just pissed that I haven't healed him yet. I've been meaning to, I've just been busy. I'm so close to breaking her. I think my latest surprise should do it. Buffy will shatter and I'll use her blood to heal my boy.
A whimper from the bed catches my attention and I look over. Willow was lying there on her stomach shackled to the head and footboards. Who knew she had such a great body hiding under all of those nauseatingly fuzzy clothes. Brilliant red hair, pale unmarred skin.well it was unmarred. Now it's a work of abstract art all black and blue and red. I'm actually rather disappointed with Buffy. The Slayer left her best friend and heart of her little gang alone, at night, completely unprotected. It was almost too easy.
Remembering taking the redhead brings a smile to my face. She
fought valiantly I will give her that. Had a little squirt gun of
holy water tucked out of sight. Burned like a sonofabitch, but I
didn't let that stop me. The stake through the shoulder caught me
by surprise too. I really didn't think she had it in her. That
fire is one of the reasons she's still alive. Fighting me, struggling
against her death made me rethink my plans for her. I think I'm going
to turn her, but not for a while yet. She still needs to grow up
a little. She's frighteningly intelligent and that intelligence combined
with a demon of my line? We will rule the world. Yeah my plans
have changed. I think she's almost ready. I don't want her
insane like Dru. That was fun, but having to live with the nutter.well
what's done is done and I definitely don't need two crazies on my hands.
No I want Willow to be mine completely before I ever turn her. Having
Willow wholly devoted and subservient to me
will be the final piece to destroying Buffy.
Taking the riding crop from the bedside table I gently run it along the curve of her ass. "Who do you belong to Willow?"
"Myself," was her faint reply.
I smile at her defiance. Maybe she's not as ready as I thought. Ah well I've got time.
As I bring the crop down on her backside I think maybe I am a little obsessive. Whatever, it works for me.
The end