Pairing: Willow/Angelus , Angel/Willow
Summary: Cordelia offers Angelus herself, but someone else has his attention.
E-mail: lita2extremeladder@yahoo.com
Disclaimer. If i own them I wouldn't be writing fan fiction. Joss whedon ....
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~Part: 1~
Angelus stared out of the steel cage his souled counterparts friends had placed him in. So far it has been fun. Toying with Wesley knowing the other were watching. Spilling the secret of Cordelia and Connor do the as Gunn would say "The Nasty". That is what it was allright.
He remembered Angel pulling him out of his cage. Not completely but enough so he didn't have to handle the woman he (gag) loves screwing his son. He used Angelus natural disgust of Connor of and distrust of Cordelia.
Angelus got some entertainment out of watching a woman who first changed his son's diapers to be the first to pop his cherry. Heh. It just seemed to perfect. Everyday since the rain of fire. Angelus had poked and prodded Angel where it probably would have taken just a good kiss for his soul to go adios.
Fucking, Idiots! Instead they bring a shaman or a monk or what ever the fuck he was to allow Angel to believe he: Figured out the puzzle, got through the bell factory and manage to pull a sword out of nowhere, save Cordelia admit each other love and fucked. Oh, excuse me *Make love* ( barf). Causing him to come back.
Now the soul was in a little glass jar upstairs. Maybe when he gets out of her he'll smash the soul under his boot giving it the goodbye it deserves.
After eighty years of imprisonment.To eat rats and live in the sewer. To fall in love with a slayer. To help the hopeless. To sleep with Darla and conceive an asshole he couldn't wait to tear into. He though about Sunnydale and smile remembering his summer free. After making love to a slayer , which was the only thing worse than the thought of making love to Cordelia.
He had been free , but dirty. He felt like he'd been slimed. Slayer smell hanging all over him. He almost vomited up his pig blood. The first thing he did was kill a pretty blonde named Blue or magenta. Some fucked up name like that. He wasn't sure why he made himself remember her name. Probably having to do with 1st kill after eighty years. He was going to continue his thoughts over the best and most ill- fated Summer of his exsistence when loud banging and yelling upstairs distracted him.
He listened as Wesley, Gunn and Fred began arguing over their feelings.
"That was to easy.", Angelus grinned at the decension in the ranks.
Footstep began walking down the stairs. He took a breathe and grimaced when he realized it was Cordelia. She always held a rancid smell and always flower perfumes over citris soap. Not mention her own personal stink.
He kept quiet watching as she walked to the red line they had so cleverly painted out of his arm reach to make them feel safe. Safe. Idiots . No such thing, especailly with him.
"We're going to make a deal.", Cordelia said strongly. Her chin trembling slightly. He heartbeat going into overtime and her fear cloud the room making her smell *slightly* more appealing.
"That's good. Bet you practiced that in the mirror. Well, I could use some entertainment. So what so you think I want?", he asked already knowing where she was going for this. He couldn't wait to see her face.
"You tell us everything you know about the beast. And in return you'll get me.", she stated. Sure, her plane would work it had to they needed Angelus to talk.
Deciding to play along for a little bit he said, " What exactly would I do with you once I have you.", the thought making his stomache cringe.
"Angelus you've always been creative. I am sure you can up with something."
Angelus smiled smugly before walking to the bars. He stood there for a moment.
"Well! What's your answer." , she said nervously.
He carressed the bars for a moment listening up stair realizing that they had stopped fight and more than likely watching and listening to everything he says.
"No.", he said calmly.
"No?!", Cordelia screamed.
"No?", Wes, Gunn, Fred, Lorne and Connor exclaimed watchi\ng the monitor. This had been one of their only shots. They wern't even sure they had anymore shots.
Angelus gave Cordelia a thoroughly disgusted look and replied, "Sorry, I don't want Connor's hand-me-down's. That's more of Angel's thing.
He turned his back and took a slight step. Unintentionally Cordelia took a step forward before she knew it Angelus had grabbed her by the thraot and was dragging her against the cage .
"The one I want isn't here!", he stated . She had a look a total disbelief causing him to laugh. He watched as the door flung open and they charged down ready to protect Cordelia. He threw her away harshly causing her to fall on the floor before the even got off the stirs. He strolled casually to the back the his *prison* and slid down.
"Are you okay?"
"Are you allright"
"Did that monster hurt you."
"I'm fine. ", she replied.
"But we need to talk.", she stated befor leading everyone out of the room.
The all sat around the lobby unaware that Angelus was listening in right below them.
"He declined. What are we going to do?", Fred said.
"He could have killed Cordelia in an instant before any of us would have gotten there. Why didn't he?", Wes asked.
"Maybe he was looking to save his own neck. He knew that if he killed Cordelia we'd kill him.", Connor sullen reply.
"No, I believe that he left Cordy cause he wants us to know something. Something that can help him.". Wes replied.
"Wait he said , ' The one I want isn't even here.' What do you think that means?"
"Means the only place Angelus has been is Sunnydale...", Wes trailed off as a thought occured to him.
They all watched as a horrified expression passed over the Rogue Hunter's face.
"What? You don't think it's Buffy cause Angelus would kill her as soon as he saw her. The only other one is...", Cordelia's face matching Wesley's in understanding.
Downstairs Angelus smiled as they got it.
"What is it ?", Gunn had to ask.
Cordy and Wesley shared a look and simltaneously said "Willow."
~Part: 2~
"Willow? Who's that?", Fred asked not understanding why Cordy and Wes looked terried.
"Why doesn't Angelus want Cordelia?", Connor asked confused because Angel was completely in love with her.
"We have to call Willow and bring her over here.", Wesley stated.
"What?! No! No! Are you crazy?! We can't give Angelus her. You know what he would do? She can't hadle that. I mean , she is like a little timid mouse. Almost as bad as Fred.", Cordelia stated with disbelief in her voice.
"Hey! I am not as bad as when I first came back.", Fred defended her self.
"Of course your not. What I meant was that your still shy and timid. Willow's like that too. Wesley there is no way she'd be able to handle herself."
"Yo, so who is Willow?", Gunn asked annoyed that they kept skirting around the question.
"We knew her in Sunnydale. She brought the news of Buffy's death when we got back from Pylea.", Wes supplied then turned to converse with Cordelia, "I told you he is smarted than us. There is only one person who can out think him and out minipulate him and that is Willow. Besides we have no idea what has been going on there for the past 2 years. She could have grown up. She was still a teenager then. Also, maybe Angelus will let down his guard if Willow comes. She did restore his soul. This is our last shot .", Wes pleaded.
"I thought our last shot was removing his soul. Look how great that turned out.", Connor muttered sourly remembering the way Angelus had spoken to him about Cordelia. He wanted to go back into that cage and dust him. Rid the world of his father's evil.
"It was. With this new information we have got one more ahot. Then maybe we will have something on the Beast. I should call Willow and see if she's be willing to help.", he sighed and walked over to the phone. He pulled out his rolodex. He checked for Willow's number and dialed.
Angelus listened as they fell right into his trap. He couldn't wait to see his mate. She was so perfect last time they were together. Of course he had heard that she had started dating the wolf then the witch after he was re-souled. He grinned in the darkness thinking about punishing her. She had been a bad girl. Of course he didn't blame her for re-souling him. She had tried to talk him out of it , but he had been obsessed with distroying the slayer even if it meant destroying the world and his mate.
Now he was thinking clear. After Willow gets here they'll have a whole lot of fun. He could hardly wait to have her again. To fill her warm while he was buried deep inside her one last time before she joins him in eternity. He rolled his eyes at the cliched sentiment.
He heard Wesley speaking again and listened intently.
"Miss. Rosenberg. It's Wesley Whydam- Price. We have a situation. Have you watched the news lately.", he listened for a moment to her response. ,"Yes, well the sun has been blocked and the creature that did this is still out and about. We had to take a huge risk. We need your help."
He listen as Willow told him the recent problem in Sunnydale and murmed, "Dear Lord. The First. Are you sure?", he held the phone away from his ear at her reponse.
Gunn whistled at the volume at girl produced.
"Yes miss Rosenberg. I understand that you wouldn't make that up. No, I don't think you'd label this thing before knowing what it was. We still need your help. You've told me the First is regrouping that is leaving abouta margin of time for you to come. I need to tell you what happened. It appeared that Angelus knew about the beast before the first time he was cursed. He seemed to be the only information. Angel didn't retain the knowledge . We built a cage and got a shaman to remove his soul. We need you to.... Miss Rosenberb? Are you there?" he asked the silent phone line.
Before he could understand her sudden disappearance.
Lightning crackled through the hotel. Clouds seemed to be forming inside the hotel. Before any of them could think about what was happening A very Angry Willow appeared with eyes black as coal and yelled at the stunned group, "Do you have any idea at what the fuck you've done?!!!!!!!!!!!!"
~Part: 3~
Sunnydale
Willow was sitting on her couch. She had just spent the night hunting the first. All information she was able to get from other demon about the First before killing them. Apparently the First was sitting in the open regrouping.
She had found almost immediately after her search that the First went underground. It doesn't mind Buffy hunting it. Her however seemed to have it running scared. She was a little nervous about what that could mean.
The First evil born of earth was nervous or something. She couldn't go as far to say frightened. What could possibly be so scary about her. *Oh, yeah. I tried to end the world.* But so does the First. She was confused.
She felt annoyed as she listened to more annoying perky questions coming from the slayers wannabe's. She was getting especailly annoyed at the little girl with brown hair and brown eyes. (AN:( sorry, I just can't remember her name)
She kept following me around batting her eyes eyelashes and trying to get her to hold hands. It took all her will power to not just smack the pup. That's what all of the slayers intraining remindered her of. Annoying barking Chihuahuas. She almost laguhed as she visualized them following Buffy from room to room nipping at her heels.
For day or two she had been feeling anxious. Now almost calm.
She almost felt strange. She wasn't sure what it was but she felt free. Free of the grief of Tara's death. Free from the guilt of killing Warren. Free of the weight she had been carrying since she realized that she had enough power to distroy the world. Most of all, free to be herself. She was confused as to what brough this feeling, but she didn't knock it.
She went upstair listening to a multitude of voices as they slowly faded from her mind. She went into her room and directly into her closet. She looked at the clothes hanging and almost gagged. She pulled the offending clothes out of her closet and muttered a spell sending the clothes to the dumpster.
A shopping trip was definitly in order. She left the house quickly ignoring the questions to her where abouts. She went to her bank and pulled out a large sum of money. Ever since she was a little girl she alwaysed had an eye for stocks. Of course the fact she sold Bill Gates a few programs made her bank book go up to Ka*Ching. She was overblown when she had discovered how much money was actually there. Her parents had put a trust on her account. She finally was able to get it. Turning 21 nexk week.
She didn't want to wait til then so she used magick on her ID to change her birthday by a week.
She had almost forgotten to breathe as she stared at the amount. $ 21,000,000.00 .
She left the bank and went to the mall. She shopped for hours. Buying everything from leather pants and skirts to silk bras and panties. She had even gone into a store that could have caused the old her to spontaneously combust. A large variety or leather clothes and toyes. She just stuck to the clothes. Though for some reason she knew she would be back for the toys.
She sat down on the bench in the middle of the mall to rest her feet when a call rang on the cellular phone. She knew immediately that the call was important.
She took the phone out of her pocket and check the ID stating A.I Investigations.
As she answering the phone she teleported her clothes to her room. She smiled at the thought of spending a couple thousand and not even caring.
"Hello?", she answered cautiously. Knowing a call from L.A was not a good thing. Angel never called her. He wanted to pretend that she and Angelus never happened and happy that we both had enjoyed. Rather pretending that Angelus had been raping her against her will. Angel apologized so much whenever they talk to each it just was easier for her not to. So that rarely ever spoke.
She listened as Wesley asked her whether she had been watching the news.
"Of course I have you can't really miss a whole city having it's lights turned out."
He listened as Wesley told her he needed help.
"Sorry , Wesley but were kinda busy over here. We're fighting the first evil ever. Though it seems to be licking and reenforcing it's wounds."
"Dear Lord. The First. Are you sure?", Wesley's voice asked as though it wasn't possible.
"Of course I'm fucking sure!! The thing has been teasing me.....and Buffy", she added hastily," Since it made itself known!!!", she screamed. Glad she entered the unoccupied bathroom. She listened to him some more.
"Yes miss Rosenberg. I understand that you wouldn't make that up. No, I don't think you'd label this thing before knowing what it was. We still need your help. You've told me the First is regrouping that is leaving about a margin of time for you to come. I need to tell you what happened. It appeared that Angelus knew about the beast before the first time he was cursed. He seemed to be the only information. Angel didn't retain the knowledge . We built a cage and got a shaman to remove his soul. We need you to.... ", that was all she needed to hear.
Before she even thought about it she felt herself shifting into the air.
She arrived at the Hyperion seconds later. She felt the dark magick seep through her and didn't fight it. She embraced it.
"Do you have any idea at what the fuck you've done?!!!!!!!", she screamed at the stunned group.
~Part: 4~
She looked at the stunned group. She watched as a young boy grabbed the nearest sword and charged at her. She laughed hauntingly and whispered, "Thicken.", the boy stood frozen in place a look of pure hatred came from him.
She only response to it was a light laugh. At least now she understood why she felt so good.
When she had first re-souled Angel his soul went through hers. Using it like a bungee to his body. When they removed his soul, they took hers with it. And she was in no mood to get it back.
She watched as Wesley stood up and walked slowly to her.
"What's going on?", he asked nervous of the redhaired blackeyed woman in from of him.
"Well, at least I understand why you were fired from the Counsel. Your researching skills are N.A. You would think to put in a little more research before deciding to remove *Angel's * soul.", she laughed darkly.
Lorne watched this woman move about the lobby. She had more power than he ever felt. He felt pure terror run down his spine. The likes of which he never felt before. Worse he sensed no soul within her body.
Willow saw the green demon with red eyes watching her and smiled at the look of resignation on from what she could tell, his face.
"What do you mean?", Cordelia asked feeling as though something devistating had happened and worse by their own hand.
"Well, Cordelia.", she drawl , "Remeber in the hospital when I performed the soul restoration spell?" at the nod of the seer's head she continued, "Well, didn't any of you think it was strange that he managed to keep his soul when he spent cenutries in Hell. It was because my soul held his in place. Now Watcherboy what do you think happened when you took his soul. Mine flew right with it. Now where are our souls?", she asked with fake desperation of getting it back. Really, she wanted to present it to Angelus and wait for his punishment against them.
The shy girl she remembered as Fred meekly offered the answer, "They were stolen.", her voice showing her terror.
"Their gone?", she asked for confirmation. When everyone except the young boy nooded she broke out into laughter and disappeared.
"Where'd she go?", Gunn asked unnerved by the small girl though if asked he wouldn't admit it.
"Oh, my god. What have we done?", Cordelia asked slightly above a whisper.
Angelus , who continued to listen as his mate came.
Both of thier souls were gone. Could it get any better?
YES!!! his mind screamed.
To be out of this cage and have my mate. He could hardly wait until Willow wrapped her long legs around his waist and he pumped in and out of her hot, wet center. He was determined before he turned Willow, he vowed that he would spend 24 just enjoying her warmth. To memorize it. At least he wouldn't have to convince her of letting him turn her. He could feel his demon straining to be with her.
Just as he heard her leave the hotel. He sighed. Did she not want him? Was she abandoning him? He couldn't believe it. Just as he gave up that she was here to rescue him.
She appeared inside his cell smiling devilishly, "You didn't think I'd forgot about you, did you?", she tease as he immediately wrapped his arms around her stomache. Letting her feel his need for her.
"No.", he growled before taking her lips with his. Her lips were just as demanding and hungry as his.
She pulled away when her lungs demanded air. She knew soon that would no longer be a problem.
"What do you say I bust you out of this do-gooders convention?", she purred loving the feel of his hard erection pressing against her stomache, but wanting it inside her.
"I believe that is a fabulous idea, or I'll fuck you right on the floor infront of the camera.", he had barely got the words out of his mouth when he felt himself spinning. When it stopped he felt disconsorted. It quickly went away when he saw where they were. A motel room aparently. It was dark and run down, but that didn't matter right now.
The only thing that matter was the red-haired vixen in front of him.
He quickly pulled her into his hard, needy body. He had been without his mate for to long. Never again. He vowed.
She put her hands on his chest and pushed him away slightly. Hurt and confusion entered his eyes.
She quickly got rid of them when she forcefully pushed him on the bed and straddled him. He smiled when she kissed him with enough force to almost chip a fang. She greedily began to pull his shirt from his pants.
He smiled as she broke off to take the shirt off of him. He lifted his arms and she whipped the shirt off of him. She had never been this forceful before, and he liked it. He figured it was probably due to the fact that she was now as soulless as he. Hey, why knock it.
She kissed down his chest and nipped teasingly, causing him to growl impatiently. She kept going to the waist band of his trousers. Taking the button between her teeth and opened them up. before he could think she whispered some words in Latin and both of their clothing vanished.
He looked at her a question in his chocolate brown eyes.
"Well, we have eternity to play those kind of game , but right now I just need you.", voice thick with lust.
He growled in excitement before pulling her under him. She opened her self to him. Her legs instinctually wrapping around his waist bring his pulsing cock against her. He quickly thrust inside of her. Hissing as as heat surrounded him. She was so tight.
He stayed in that position until she thrust her hips up.
He began thrusting in and out driving her crazy by his actions. One thrust would he hard and rough, the next soft and slow.
She groaned in dismay. He kept his torturous speeds. Letting her almost fall before bringing her back.
"Angelus! Please!", , she begged on a pleasured sob.
"What Willow what do you want?", he had expected her to say "Let me come, or Fuck me." her answer however surprised him.
"You.", he quickly sped up driving hard and harder. Willow met each of his thrusts until she came shattering. She vaginal muscles clamped down with strength and invitation. The feel of her squeezing him was too much and soon came right after her crying each other names.
He collapsed on top of her. He looked down. Her face showed exactly how he felt. Contentment and sated.
"I missed you, Angelus."
"I know. I missed you so much Angel began to invent feeling for Cordelia just so he wouldn't have hear me talk about you.", He explained as he rolled of off her.
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