Pairing: W/A
Summary: Willow finds out who was pulling at the chains. Will she make a great error of judgement and risk her already wavering soul?
Disclaimer: Joss owns the characters, I just use them for my devious plot ideas. It's fun.
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"What do you think you're doing?" I hear Angelus ask. "Turning the tables are we? Well, well, isn't that unexpected?"
"Shh," the other person says.
It's a female voice. The only female that was left in the hotel when I went to take a shower was Cordelia. Unless of course someone broke in, which sadly enough, doesn't surprise me. There is also the fact that Cordy may not trust me with Angelus. That thought hurts, but only a little. I really don't care anyone more what anyone thinks besides Angel. I decide to just walk out there, and confront them. Looking down I see I'm still naked. Hmm, clothes first. I quickly put on the shirt and pants, foregoing the socks and shoes for now.
Walking out of the bathroom I clear my throat. Angelus looks over at me and smiles. One of those 'My hand <i>was</i> in the cookie jar, but you can't prove it' looks. Cordy just looks over at me smiles and acts like there is nothing wrong with her being in this room.
"Anything in particular you're here for Cordelia?" I ask. Just a little bit of venom slips into my voice, a little bit of power. Being that she's the only one in the room besides Angelus, she has to be the one that was fiddling with the chains.
"Oh, well you know Angel had this one book I wanted to use. See, we actually still have clients. The case we were working on before you came is still pending," she says turning to look over Angel's bookcase.
"Really?" I ask going along with her lie. "What's the name of the book? Maybe I could help you find it." I walk over by her, looking over the books. This bookcase holds all of his poetry books and novels. Not exactly demon research material.
"Oh, no that's ok. I don't think it's here," she says walking away towards the door.
I've had enough. She tried to release Angelus, and that just won't do. I grab her by the throat and pin her to the bookcase. I hear Angelus snickering on the bed. Well, at least someone is having fun.
"Now, since you seem to think I'm still the shy little girl in high school, let me re-introduce myself. I'm Willow, the witch and vampire, and Childe of Angel--" I say, but I'm cut off by Angelus clearing his troat. I rool my eyes and say, "and him too. Now your turn...and you would be?"
"Overdramatic much, Willow?" Cordelia asks forcing the words out around my hand.
"Yeah, well dramatics seem to be called for. You're not telling me what I want to know. Why were you trying to remove his chains?:
"Put me down, and I'll tell you."
"Ok," I say simply. She blinks like she's not sure she heard me right. It's nice to throw people off balance sometimes. I walk with her still in my hand, dangling, and stand her next to the bed. "Sit."
"I am NOT sitting on the bed with him!" she yells.
"Then fine, stand, be uncomfortable." I say absently. Concentrating I extend the chains to envelop her legs first. She squeeks, then sits down as the chains continue up, stopping at her shoulders. "There. Now talk."
"You know, I was wrong about you Childe, you're fun and full of surprises. Too bad none of them involve letting me go," Angelus says somewhat whistfully.
I smile evily, I think, and turn to him, "Oh, I don't know. You being released depends on Queen C's co-operation." Angelus chuckled, licking his lips, and lookes Cordelia over with gold tinged eyes. She pales under the scrutiny and looks to me, wide eyed with horror.
"You...you wouldn't," she says desperately. "You have a soul..."
"A 'psuedo-soul'. How fine of a line does Angel walk everyday with his whole soul? So, yeah, I've got a soul, it doesn't mean I can't get answers." I say.
"Come on Cordelia, you know you want me to sink fangs into you, hold you close. Did you know the soul loves you?" Angelus said licking his lips.
"That's enough," I say. "Now, why were you trying to release him?"
"No, that wasn't it. I was just checking them," Cordelia says, trying to reign in some calm. The fear was rolling off of her, making the air inxoicating to inhale.
Looking over to Angelus I ask, "What do you think?"
I barely hear what he says. Something is tugging at my attention, calling to me. No sooner had I felt it, then it's gone. What was it? I look into Angelus' eyes, wishing Angel was here. My control around Angelus is less then perfect. He pulls at raw needs. He is trying to pull the demon in me to the fore.
"...Just a little bit, to tell if she is lying. Blood never lies," Angelus says. I only caught the tail end of what he said. Though, that does sound right. The blood not lying.
"Are you sure?" I ask him.
"You can't be serious Willow. He's just trying to be freed. You can't just feed me to him and expect him to take just a sip!" Cordelia says desperately.
"Do it," I say before I can change my mind. I loosen the chains holding Angelus' torso. He morphs and sinks fangs into a struggling Cordelia.