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'
Feedback: Crave it like the little praise whore I am.
Author's Note: This is a sequel to 'Stubborn'. Again this is unbetaed so any mistakes are solely mine. *Big waves* to everyone who's sent me feedback on the other pieces in the series. Thanks so very much, especially Gabrielle whose Dollhouse series played a part in the format for this. You're the best.
Summary: Willow's turn
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Ookaay.color me confused. I am very much in a state of being perplexed or disconcerted. I woke up from the latest round of Angelus' game and found myself unbound, bathed and clothed, all new occurrences if my memory serves. The clothes aren't what I would normally wear, but they're not bad and hey not naked anymore which I'm liking a lot. The long sleeved dark blue shirt is tighter than I'm comfortable with and cut a lot lower than anything I've worn before, well except for Halloween, but the skirt is nice all loose and flowy. I can deal.
There's food too. Belgian waffles with strawberries and whipped cream, yum, crispy bacon and okay yeah Jewish, but I love crispy bacon, another yum, and hot chocolate, not the kind made with water, but with milk so it's nice and thick and creamy with just a hint of cinnamon and if it weren't for the fact that I'm still being held against my will I'd think I was in heaven.
Angelus is sitting across from me watching me eat. It's kind of giving me a wiggins, but after the last three weeks nothing really fazes me anymore. And that's another thing. I don't hurt nearly as much I should. Not that I'm complaining because no pain is definitely a good. I'm just wondering why. Do I have the guts to ask him? Not at the moment, maybe after I've eaten a bit more.
A twinge in my lower abdomen makes me pause. Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. This can't be happening, not now. Damnit Buffy you were supposed to have me out of here before now. Could my life suck anymore? Heh, heh unintentional pun there. I'm stuck in a mansion full of vampires and I'm about to start my period of course it could suck more and if the look on Angelus' face is any indication he's going to be the one doing the sucking. Nygah.I hate my life. Well my appetite's gone.
"How do you feel little one?" he asks me.
How to answer? Scared, confused, angry, sated, sore but not hurt, confused, I said that one already didn't I?
"Better." Ooh he looks a bit irritated at my one word answers maybe I should say more? Okay I have some questions of my own so."Why are you doing this to me Angelus?"
He looks at me for a moment then smiles softly. If I didn't know for a fact that he didn't have his soul I'd think it was Angel sitting across from me. "You were getting weak Willow you needed to eat."
Grrr.damn evasive-answering-the-question-without-actually-answering-the-question vampire. He knows what I'm asking and he's being coy. And there's the smirk, still sexy and still want to smack it off his face. Oh to be the one in control here and have him chained and at my mercy. Now there's a fantasy to keep me occupied the next time he wants to use me as a punching bag.
"I have to go to the bathroom." He just nods and gestures with his hand towards the closed door on the other side of his bedroom so privacy bound am I.
Holy God! How long was I out for? There's a mirror over the sink and a full length one on the door behind me along with a whole mess of bath items and I know none of this was here before. Is this really what I look like? I've lost some weight that I couldn't really afford to lose, but other than that I look good. How can that be? What's the rest of me look like? Duh Wills take off your clothes and take a look. Oh that can't be right. There's no way my backside has healed this much. I can't have been unconscious that long unless.I watch, as my eyes grow round with horror. He fed me. He fed me his blood. Vampire blood has restorative properties and unless he decided to work some healing mojo then that's the only explanation.
As I take a closer look at the accoutrements in the bathroom in an effort to forget the fact that I drank blood, again nygah, I realize that it's all my favorite things. The shampoo and conditioner, body wash, lotions, powder, even the toothpaste and type of toothbrush I like to use. Oh toothbrush and toothpaste yay! After that's done I figure what the hell I may as well see if there's anything else in here. I open the cabinet door and just.stop and stare.
Tampons, the kind that I use and will have need of within the next twelve hours.
What game are you playing with me Angelus? Why the sudden turnaround?
He asked me earlier how I was feeling. I have an answer for him now.
Confused. Definitely confused.
The End