Email: angelskuuipo@yahoo.com
Pairing: Angelus/Willow
Rating: pg-13/R (references to bdsm and torture)
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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'
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Author's Note: This is a sequel to 'Broken'. 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. For Gray who's having computer problems. Hope you get 'em fixed soon chickie. And for Femailofthespecies who wanted to see Spike
Summary: Spike's thoughts
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Angelus finally deemed fit to enlighten me as to what the bloody hell he's been up to for the last two months. He has freed me from ignorance and misinformation. I knew whatever it was had something to do with the Slayer.
I was beginning to think my sire had completely cracked. He was going on and on about destroying the bottled blonde bint. Not killing her, but breaking her. Waste of time if you ask me. He told me he wouldn't heal me until he'd broken her. Wanker.
Then things started to change. He came home one night and forbade anyone to be in his rooms. That pissed Dru off right and proper it did, but suited me just fine. Being stuck in this soddin' wheelchair I can't exactly enjoy shagging my sire, but with Dru I could keep her happy.
Three weeks after that decree he comes in just before sunrise with a new car, bags and bags of women's clothes and shoes, human food and of all things mirrors. What the devil does he need mirrors for? He was whistling a jaunty tune and looked like the cat that ate the whole bird section at the local pet store. About that time though he also started feeding me, building my strength back up. About damn time I should say.
Dru's been on about 'Daddy' and the 'weeping tree'. I haven't got a bleedin' clue what she's been yammering about, but two weeks ago she calmed down and told me Miss Edith said we were getting a new mummy.
That was the night Angelus came to me and told me about the redhead, the Slayer's pet. He'd been avoiding my questions about what he was up to and quite frankly it was beginning to piss me off. I know he's been gone for a hundred years, but we never used to keep secrets from one another. He told me how he caught her walking home from the Bronze. How he was going to kill her and leave her for the Slayer to find, but watching her fight for her life made him change his mind. She's the reason he's denied entry into his rooms. He told me how he bollixed up her training and that's why he went on the shopping spree.
I almost laughed in his face when he told me that. He acted like a pansy human trying to make up for an argument with his girlfriend. I did laugh when he told me that he hasn't touched her at all since the night he went shopping even though she'd been on the rag. Bloody glutton for punishment my sire is, soul or no soul.
Then he went on about how his plans were changing. He wasn't so concerned about breaking the Slayer anymore. He just wanted whats-her-name, Willow that's it, he just wanted Willow to be his. Seems my pain in the ass sire has gone and fallen for a human chit just like his soul did. I love the poof don't get me wrong, not that I'd ever tell him that, but sometimes he can be such a ponce. I don't rightly remember Willow, but anyone's got to be better than the Slayer. He told me about how her friends had forgotten her that they weren't even looking for her anymore. That's rather sad really. But he could definitely use it to his advantage. I agreed with him that taping their activities was a good idea. Would give him solid proof to convince the wench to let him get a leg up on her.
Like I said that was two weeks ago. Tonight he brought me in to meet her. He wants us to be friends. She's sitting on the couch watching one of the tapes we'd had made. Right beauty she is, like a sunrise with that red hair and pale skin. She's wearing a tight golden yellow sweater and a pair of jeans that fit her like a glove. I can see why Angelus hasn't wanted to share her.
She looks over at us as we come in and I have to say I feel bad for her. She's broken inside and it's written all over her face.
Her voice is devoid of emotion when she says, "Hi."
I keep my tongue just watching her. She studies me for a few but doesn't say anything. There's a flicker of acceptance in her eyes and I wonder at that.
Angelus asks her, "How are you little one?" Oh yeah he's whipped even if he doesn't know it yet. He cares for her.
"Do you really have to ask?" That same calm tone, she's on the verge of cracking completely she is.
Angelus wheels me over then sits down and pulls her into his lap. He'd told me that she was comfortable with him touching her, but I didn't really believe it. I do now. She looks like she belongs there in his arms. Then she's kissing him like she's never going to let go. Getting me a bit wound up with that kiss.
When she pulls up for air she only has eyes for him and says, "Make me forget."
Angelus looks at me and I know our meet and greet will have to wait. He's finally got her where he wants her and I'm not invited to participate yet. That's all right though. This means we'll get to kill the Slayer soon.
So I nod and leave them alone. I think I'm going to like my new mum.
Enlightenment is a wonderful thing.
The end.