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 'Confused'. 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. For Rosa hope you're feeling better sweetie.
Summary: Angelus' thoughts
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Amends: To put right, to change or modify for the better. I never thought I would be trying to make amends to a human. But here I am on a late night trip to the mall. A little fiddling with the security cameras and locks and I'm in. First things first, the lovely little girl will want to see herself so I pick up a couple of mirrors. Next are the scents. Willow did indeed revoke my invitation so I'm racking my brain trying to pick out any of the soul's memories of the inane conversations he overheard between the Slayer and the redhead. There we go. As I make my way to the store I have to wonder what she will think when she wakes up.
I think I've got all the beauty products she could want. I've thrown in a couple of things I like as well. I may be a badass vampire, but personal hygiene is still important. Clothes and shoes are next. It's almost enough to make me rub my hands in glee. Now that I know what her body looks like I can't wait to show it off to advantage. Nothing too extreme to start with though these forest green leather pants are a must as is this gold satin halter. It's like I have a living doll to play with and if I were anybody else I might be disturbed by that imagery.
Hmmm.half an hour till sunrise. I need to get back, but I have one last stop to make. I could smell it coming. This next week will test my fortitude like no other. But it's my own fault. If I had done things properly I could enjoy what's to come. Ah well.abstinence builds character. The cashier makes some lame-ass joke about my purchase. I'm tired and he irritated me so I decide to have a late night/early morning snack. Realizing I have no human food for her I quickly grab some items I think she'll like and rush for the car I appropriated earlier.
And home in the nick of time. First have the food put away and make sure the others know not to touch it. A little known fact about me is that I love to cook and I'm damn good at it. Nothing draws prey in better than a good meal.
Then I put the mirrors up personally. I haven't allowed anyone
in my rooms since I brought Willow home. Dru has been in a snit,
but Spike's been happy to cheer her up. To tell you the truth it
suits me just fine. I think once I get her how I want her Willow
will be all I'll need.well her and Spike. Women are wonderful creatures,
but nothing can really compare to my boy.
Mirrors are up and I've chosen her first new outfit so now it's bath
time. I wash her hair and carefully cleanse all of her wounds.
Huh, I really have done a number on her. Think I should fix that.
I carefully bite into my mark on her neck and take a few tiny sips.
She doesn't even stir. Then I slice my wrist open and press it to
her mouth. Unconsciously she tries to move away, but I hold firm
and soon she's suckling like a babe. I have to think of a distraction
or I'm going to take her here and now and what fun would that be?
I want her awake and begging me when I finally make her mine in every way.
Her wounds are healing nicely so I withdraw my wrist and lick the cut closed. Her delectable mouth is stained crimson with my blood and I can't resist kissing her. Still, ahem, dead to the world she doesn't respond, but the warmth of her mouth holds such promise.
Time to get her dressed. I slide on the blue lace bra and panties I chose chuckling at the irony of me putting on her clothes instead of taking them off. Next is the shirt and skirt. I went with a tighter top, but a long flowing skirt. Let her gradually get used to showing off her body. Aren't I the gentleman? Damn I'm good. Even asleep she looks older, more confident just by wearing better clothes. I think I'll need to have her hair cut, but I'll worry about that later.
Change the bedding before I lay her back down. I think the navy blue silk will do nicely, not that I'm likely to see her lace covered form against them anytime soon, but a vamp can dream right?
She'll be waking soon. Guess I'd better get cooking.
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Willow is quiet while she eats, but I can see the wheels turning in her head. She doesn't know which way is up. I like watching her eat. I haven't been very good about providing her sustenance in recent days so I know she must be famished and she attacks my offerings with delicate greed.
I see her wince and drop her bacon back on her plate. She closes her eyes and presses a hand to her stomach. I inhale subtly and smile. The scent is stronger now. Soon.
Trying to be solicitous I ask her, "How do you feel little one?"
She's silent for a few and I know she's weighing her answers. Finally she says, "Better."
That's all. The girl can babble for five minutes without drawing breath and all I get is a one-word answer.
Apparently she can tell I didn't like that because then she asks, "Why are you doing this to me Angelus?"
I consider my answer and smile softly. Her breath catches and it warms my dead heart to know that I affect her like that. I answer her, "You were getting weak Willow you needed to eat."
I watch as her jaw clenches and her luminous green eyes flash in annoyance. My response was true as far as it went, but I know she was asking about the bigger picture. I'm not ready to tell her yet.
She says she has to go the bathroom and I let her escape. I can hear her gasp as she discovers the new items. Then I hear the cabinet door open and I smile to myself. There will be more questions I'm sure.
I haven't really romanced anyone since Dru and we all know how that turned out. I need to take a different approach with Willow. I want her strong and I want her to want me.
Her having her period this week is actually a good thing. As much as I want to take her and taste her, learn her, teach her it's too soon. This next week is all about making amends. I think I can handle that.
The end