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Buffy stormed into Giles apartment. He looked up from a book he was reading, "What's wrong?"
She huffed, "Willow. Haven't yuo noticed her?" He looked confusedly at her, "And the dress she wore yesterday---with a leather jacket!! She's never dressed like that before! Tell me something isn't wrong with her!"
He placed the book carefully on the table, and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Are you sure you're not overreacting?" Buffy whined, and then he continued, "Maybe she's just going through a phase."
"A phase that involves Angel," Giles' eyes widdened, "She tells me he has a crush on her. We were at the Bronze the other night, and he kissed her."
He was intrigued and very concerned at this point, "Did she protest?" Buffy nodded, "Well, maybe he'll give up if she just ignores him. Maybe he's trying to make you jealous."
"That's what Willow said."
Giles tried to smile, even though he was secretly worried, "The only thing you can do is be a friend."
She just shrugged.
Willow kissed Angelus hungrily, "This room is amazing," She gasped between kisses, "I don't know what to say!"
"Say you'll stay," She frowned, "Not all of the time, but some nights?" The mad-hacker within her eyed the computer, which sat on a mahogany desk in the corner, hungrily, with all its fancy toys---a scanner, digital camera, modem, printer, writeable CD drive---and somehow couldn't pull herself away. <<Wow. This must've cost him a fortune.>>
Silently, she walked across the room, and opened the wardrobe. Inside the cubicule was lots of designer clothes---clothes either too expensive or too racy for her. She looked at him curiously, and asked, "You telling me my wardrobe needs updating?"
He chuckled, "No, Little One," He rubbed her shoulders, "I just always wondered what you'd look like in these things," He pointed to a dresser, which matched the wardrobe and desk, "There are Contempo Casual clothes in there."
"You know about my favorite store?" He nodded, "Wow. I'm impressed," She wrapped her arms around his waist, and inquired slyly, "So, which room would I be staying in if I stayed over?"
"Am I that transparent?"
"Are you reflectionless?"
Angelus let out a hearty laugh, that filled her heart with joy, "Yes, I am, Little One," He kissed the top of her head, "But, would it be so bad?"
She shook her head, and flopped down on the bed, which was covered in a crimson comforter, and underneath, there was matching satin sheets. He looked at her quizzically, as she bounced around on the bed, "I'm testing the matress."
"And?"
"It's perfect," She beckoned him closer with an outstretched finger, "For two."
Angelus smiled, "Glad to oblige," He snuggled close to her form, kissing her, thinking of what could happen between them. He'd never change her. It wouldn't be the same Willow next to him in bed. He liked that Willow, so pure and innocent. <<Tonight, the games start....>> he smiled between kisses, thinking of what they could achieve together, and of the cabinent she never opened. <<....she'll have to trust me though.>>
Then, his mind strayed to the leather pants in her closet.
"What are you thinking about?" She snapped him out of his dark thoughts, "The leather pants?"
"How did you guess?"
She smirked, "I saw them," He cocked an eyebrow, silently demanding more information, "And, maybe someday, if you're lucky, I'll wear them........if they'll look as good on me as they do on you," Her eyes crossed the room, and saw shelves above her desk, "What's in those?"
"Stuff."
She jumped up, and opened the dark wood doors, "Angelus......I don't know."
He stood up to meet her, "The idea of being tied up has never excited you?" She blushed, "So, the mouse does visit the dark," She was clearly embarrassed, and that embarrassed him. He was so mad at himself for even thinking that she'd be into his games, "Willow, if you don't want to, I'll give them to Spike and Dru---"
"I'll do it---"
He didn't hear her, "And, we can do things you're ready for. I realize---"
"Angelus," She had her hands under his shirt, and was scratching his back lightly, unsure of how to walk the line between pleasure and pain, "Walk that line with me," He looked at her in disbelief, "Yes, I'm sure. Just, don't hurt Little One."
He kissed her, eyes gleaming, pulse racing. His plans were going to pull through after all. He was excited. Every since the first time they had sex, he couldn't help but think about her in bonds, silk or leather, or metal. It didn't matter. He was going to be hers all over again.
"Angelus," She kissed him, before it all started, "Don't hurt me."
"I won't. Trust me."
"I want to."
End Part 8
Willow giggled, suddenly aware of the predicament she was in. Tied to the bed with handcuffs on her wrists and ankles, stripped of her clothes, she knew that anyone coul come in-spike and Drusilla included-and have her for their own.
Angelus had to leave for a few minutes. He didn't tell her why. All he said was he had a few things to take of.
<<Hurry up, Angelus....>> Just as she said that, the door opened, and his head poked through the opening, "You're still here, I see."
She countered, "Where else woudl I be? In case you haven't forgotten, I'm chained up to the bed."
He nodded, approaching her, still fully clothed, and leaning over her, "I noticed....." He kissed her, while supporting his body weight with his hands, one on each side of her body, "How do you like it?"
"I'd like it more if you were here," She smiled seductively, "Being alone, tied up to a bed does absolutely nothing for me."
He kissed her again, "I'm going to make you beg, you know."
"I'm aware."
He let his hands touch her body gently, denying her little pleasures. Willow closed her eyes and shuddered against his feather-light contact, as her breath became raspy in arousal. Angelus smiled at her shaking form, and started to manuever his mouth directly over one of her breasts. He latched onto it, lapping at her stiff nipple with his tongue feverishly. When he felt satisfied with his work on the left, he moved toi her right breast, this time using teeth to tease her.
She moaned, "Angelus.....don't---"
"Are you giving in that easily?" He smirked, snapping her out of her lust driven thoughts, "Oh, Little One, I thought you would've put up a better fight than that."
"You want a fight?"
"I like playing games," The vampire admitted, "you know me."
Willow agreed with a curt nod, and then closed her eyes. <<If he wants games, I'll give him games....he's never messed with the power of Willow Rosenburg before!>>
"Willow...." He cooed playfully, as he traced her collarbones, "Willow......" He kissed her neck, and when she didn't respond in anyway, he tried agian, "Little One?"
She remianed cool, even as his hands slid lower and lower.
He chuckled, "little One likes this game. Maybe I should leave her here a little longer, to see how much wetter she could get."
No response.
<<She's going to make me beg....>> Angelus frowned. <<This won't do at all.>>
He kissed her stomach lightly, and then started to plant a trail of them down her stomach, across her hips, and lower. He pierced her with his tongue quickly, and he thought he felt her muscles respond, but he wasn't sure. So, he started to tease her. He licked her clit like it was an ice cream cone. The tiny button had never recieved such attention in its life. Willow closed her eyes tighter, and tried to keep her hold on sanity. <<Do not give in, Willow. It's not an option.>>
But, her hips started to buck. She couldn't help it. It felt so good. His tongue was lapping up all of her juices, and causing torment in the nether regions, "Angelus.......please......"
"Do I hear begging?" She nodded miserably, "I win."
"You always win," She croaked, "Now, untie me."
"No, no," He kissed her forehead, "We haven't quite walked the line yet."
He returned to his position, his mouth torturing her pussy. using his razor sharp teeth, he started to nibble on her outer lips. She moaned, not knowing to shy away, or embrace the strange new sensations.
"Mmmmm," She moaned again, this time after feeling his draw blood out of a tiny incision he made, "Feels good." <<Why won't he let me come?!?!?!>>
"You taste good," He admitted. Then, he returned to her breasts, being more agressive this time, "Does it hurt?" He asked, as he pulled on her nipples with his fangs. She whimpered and moaned at once, nodding simultaneosly, "I won't hit you," He told her, while peting her head, "I don't want to bruise your skin," He returned back to her breats, making tiny pinpricks in the skin, drawing out tiny beads of blood, "Shall I untie you?"
<<Time for my fun.>> She nodded, "I want to try."
He smirked. <<Cool. It wasn't to fun to control the mouse. Not as much fun as I thought. Maybe she can bring some pain into this game.>> He un cuffed her limbs, and watched as she stretched catlike, and saw blood drying on her chest. It was further arousal for him.
"On your stomach, Dead Boy."
<<She has claws, too.>> he responded, partailly due to the fact that her voice sounded very threatening. She started to massage his back with one hand, while reached for the cuffs silently with the other.
"Little One....." Angelus growled, as he felt cold steel around his ankles, "What are you doing?"
"Having fun," she replied cheerfully, "Give me your wrists," He did as he was told, and when he was cuffed to the bed, she smiled, and admired her handiwork. <<Fun time!>> The massage become more intense, her hands working ever muscle she could find. Then, all of a sudden, she latched her nails into his back.
He strained agianst the bonds, and screamed in surprise. <<She does have claws.>>
"Did it hurt?"
"No."
"Good." <<Liar.>>
She started to trace patterns with her nails, watching the skin break and redden. His erection was pressed into the mattress, which was very frustrating and painful, and he wished she would untie him, so that he could screw her.
While he pondered ways to escape the bonds, her hands crept lower, massaging his ass cheeks absentmindly, while she thought of her next move. On an impulse, she latched into the tender, soft skin, squeezing painfully with her 'claws'.
In a painful ecstasy, he moaned, and writhed underneath her, unable to control himself, "Willow......"
"Do I hear begging?"
"Maybe."
"Good," She smiled, kissing the nape of his neck, "Becuaes you didn't let me cum, and I'm not going to let you cum."
<<She's changed. A lot. Am I responsable?>>
"Untie me, Willow."
"Nope!" She smiled smuggly, cheerfully, "I don't think I've heard the real Angelus beg yet. And, this is too much fun to stop now....I have yuo right where I want you," He groaned, as she struggled mentally to find something else to do. <<A ha!>> She jumped off the bed, and went to the shelves, where many toys lurked. When she found the one she wanted, she prepared it, and then returned to the bed, "Relax," She breathed softly, massaging his back again with one hand, while preparing the butt plug for it's entrance into Angelus. She seperated his cheeks somewhat, and then, she carefully put it in. She slid it in slowly, asking, "how does that feel?"
Goosebumps were moving up and down Angelus' body, in surprise, mostly. He muttered, "Good."
"Glad to hear it," She started to twist the plug slowly at first, but then letting the rotatinos pick up speed as time passed. Then, she pushed it in all the way, and stepped back, "Do you think I'm done yet?"
"I hope..." He pleaded.
She shook her head, "I don't think so," She paused, and then asked, "How do you feel about the paddle?" He moaned, part in pain, part in desperation, and part in arousal, "Is that a good sign?"
He responded, "Please untie me."
Willow giggled in reply, "I don't think so. You planned on having me in those bonds all night, to yourself," Then, she shook her head, in mock saddness, "You really overestimated the Wiley Willow. I might just leave you hear for a while," She whispered then, in his ear, "Change into my leather pants, and a cute little tank top, and go to the Bronze," He groaned sadly, "And seduce.....Xander."
That was it for Angelus. The mention of that boy disturbed his blood, his very being. He thrashed against the bonds, praying that they'd break, so he coudl stop his Willow, who was now walking towards the wardrobe, in search of clothes. <<I hope she's only joking.....but maybe she isn't.>> He became a jealous boyfriend in a matter of minutes.
Willow smirked inwardly. <<I wonder if he knows that I'm only pretending.>> She slipped into the pants, boots, and green tube top, while checking her reflection in a mirror. Then, she grabbed Angel's leather jacket, and said cheerfully, still, "I'll be back in a while."
After an hour of pounding against the bounds, he was finally free. In a quick movement, he removed and threw the butt plug across the room, dropping it into a sink that was in one of the corners of the room. <<Gotta get to Willow....gotta kill xander......oooh fun!>> He smirked, thinking about how fun it would be to kill Xander. <<Finally, an excuse!>>
He slid into his clothes quickly, and ran from the mansion, the smell of a certain boy's blood on his mind.
Willow was just walking out of the Bronze, when she heard a familiar voice cry out for help. <<Xander?!>> Then it dawned on her. <<Angelus! He must've thought I was serious!>> She followed the sound of his voice, until she could feel Angelus, and then she was practically led right to them, "Angelus," She came into view, "Please don't do this...." Then, she added, "How did you get out?"
he chuckled, and then asked jealously, "Didn't you two----?" She shook her head happily, "You led me on to believe that?!" She giggled, "Willow, I will make you rue the day you do that to me again," He released Xander, "Sorry Xan-Man, I must appologize for that rash behavior."
Xander spun to see Willow, clad in something his Willow would never wear, "Will'?"
"It's me," She giggled, "Not Buffy. I saved you from Angelus. Cool, eh?"
Angelus was approaching Willow quickly. Xander pushed her away from him, and cried, "Run!"
Willow played along, "I'm right behind you!" She followed him, and Angelus, after he finished laughing at his WIllow's antics, decided to play a new game, and followed her. When Xander was rounding a corner in the alley, he made his move, snatching Willow into his arms, and running in the other direction, "Hey!" She smiled seductively, as they headed towards the mansion, "Wanna play more?"
He shook his head, "You have me so worked up," He admitted, "No more games tonight," He rubbed her leg, "How do you like the pants?"
She smiled, and was about to say something, but she was interupted by Xander, "Let go of her, Dead-Boy!"
He sighed, muttering, "He never goes away," And then, he obeyed, "Is that alright?"
"No," He called bacvk, from a safe distance, "Leave."
"Xander," He growled protetively, "You could never protect Willow. I doubt you ever will be able to. I am. I will always protect her," He reached for her hand, which she loaned him hesitantly, "We're friends now."
"I don't believe this."
"Believe this," Angel growled, acting like a typical male, while pulling her in, and stealing a kiss from her surprised lips, "We're together."
Willow blushed, hiding behind the vampire, saying nothing.
"Is this true?"
"you saw it for yourself."
They bickered for what seemed like eons, before Willow figured out a way to keep the peace, "Would you guys quit it!?!?" She hollered at he top of her lungs, "This is impossible. First off, Xander, it's none of your business what I do in my time. Secondly, if I was having a thing with Angelus, you'd know. Thirdly, no fighting over me, which would never have happened if YOU," She pointed a finger at Xander, "Hadn't followed me. It woudl've been best to go get Buffy, if you thought I needed saving. You couldn't do it, if Angelus actually decided to hurt me," ANd, then, she slapped Angelus, "That is for kissing me," Then, she muttered softly, so Xander couldn't hear, "In public."
Xander snickered, thinking he had won, "Let's go Willow."
"I'm not going home with either of you."
The vampire watched in amazement. <<She is good.>> He melted into the shadows, watching Willow and Xander stomp off in different directions. Then, when the coast was clear, he went in search of Willow, eager to reclaim what they had started.
"Angelus...." She cooed, while curling up in his arms, "That was great."
His pride shone through, "I know."
She chuckled, and then sobered, "I'm sorry for hitting you earlier, when Xander was there," She then explained, before he could speak, "He would take it the wrong way, and make it overly-embellished, and then, he'd publicize it for the world to hear," She sighed, as he kissed her shoulders, "I'm not ready for that yet."
"Why not?" He inquired smoothly, "Scared of what'll happen?"
Willow nodded, "I don't want to be pushed away by my very few friends," She confessed, "You are important to me, and I don't want to push things too far too fast," Her speech started to speed up dramatically, "Plus, I'm not sure how you feel about me, and I don't want to make a commitment, and be hurt, and," By this point her speech was quite rapid, and Angelus was having a hard time keeping up with her, "And, never see you again, or have you hurt me. But, right now, if you're wondering, I do trust you, which is kinda weird when you think about it, and Buffy would probably kill me, and you," She reflected, "If she knew, and then she'd be in war with you, over me. Completely not worth it. Plus, she'd stake you, and I'd be upset. Really upset."
Angelus didn't understand what she was driving at, so he started to ask questions, "Why would you be upset?"
Her voice dropped to almst a whisper, while speed picked up, "'Cuzithinki'mfallinginlove."
"Huh?"
She continued to speak in that style, "Ican'tsayitanylouder cuzthenyou'llhear and idon't thinkyouloveme."
"I still can't hear you."
Willow was on the verge of tears, "I can't."
She rolled over to face him, at his prodding, and he cou lsee how upset she was, "What's wrong?"
"I've fallen in loe with you," She sobbed, "I can't stop it. Don't want to stop it, but, I don't know if you---" He started to kiss her tears away, "Please, Angelus. Be straight with me."
He pulled away, "I'm glad you don't want to stop it."
"Huh?" She studied his face, looking for an explanation, "What are you saying?"
"You shouldn't be so doubtful," He explained gently, "I've grown overly fond of you, during the time we've spent together. I miss you when you're not around, and when you are gone, you cloud my mind. I can't think of anything else. i don't want to," He kissed her forehead, "You're special to me," She closed her eyes, and shook her head, "I'm scared, and this is very new to me. I haven't been in love in a while."
She gulped, "Love?"
he nodded, "You heard right."
Gingerly, she reached out and touched his face, "Angelus," She breathed, as he pulled her in closer to his body, wrapping and protecting her with his body, "I don't know what to say."
He smirked, "Don't say anything," He kissed her lightly, but her own desires deepened it, and they found themselves entangled in each other's limbs. Her hands were entangled in his hair, and his hands were planted in the small of her back, pulling her deeper into him, "I'm madly in love with you," He whispered, chuckling, "I thought I'd never hear myself say that again, but, Willow Rosenburg, you bring out the best in me."
she blushed, "Oh, I dunno."
"I know," He dipped in for another kiss, "I feel it; it's in my blood, in my very essence. I'm a better demon because of you," She giggled, at the sheer sweetness of it, "I know, it's silly," he added, "But, oh well!" She gasped, as he plunged to her breasts, planting kisses along them, "I have things to do Willow," he smirked, "Can't be wasting time with all this talking."
She smiled back, "I dont mind. Now that I know, anyway."
"If you ever want to know something,just ask."
"Uh huh," She moaned as he started to suckle on one of her breasts, bringing out different reactions in the girl and vampire, as he tested out new things---using teeth, or lips, or tongue, and combining them for desired reactions. She clutched his head, gently at first, but that pressure inscreased, as the intensity she felt increased. Reluctantly, Angelus lifted his head, and kissed her lips, positioning themselves throughout the long battling kiss, "Angelus?"
He had broken the kiss off, and was about to enter her, "Little One?"
"Um," She was very passive-sounding, "Why did you fall in love with me?"
He returned to her head, leaning over her gently, "I was always drawn to you, but too scared of Buffy," He admitted, "When I had a soul, and I would always wonder what could have been, if I had told Buffy we'd just be friends," He kissed her again, "After my soul fled," He smirked, "I became a prisoner to my desires---you. You were all I wanted. You were in my blood, and that scared me, when I realized what a hold youhad on me, without even trying. So, I decided I'd have to kill you, to put my blood to rest. I had you there, in my arms, and even though it wasn't for the right reasons," His explanation was slowly ending, "I was hooked on holding you. I had to have you for my own. It felt right. When I found myself always thinking about you, watching you walk places at night, always protecting you, I knew I was gone on you," He ducked his eyes, "I became too weak to tell you."
"I'm your weakness?"
He nodded, "I don't mind, though."
Willow smiled, "Angelus," Her eyes were burning with desire, "Please."
Angelus obeyed, entering her smoothly within seconds. Her thrusts eagerly met his, and they became lost in a frenzy of raw emotion and passion. He touched her face, and hair, kissing parts of her, trying different things, as she clawed his back with her nails. That action always pushed him over the edge, and his thrusts increased, as he nuzzled her neck, and slowly drew blood from it.
The hacker's incoherent thoughts weren't very clear at this point. She kenw he was close, when he bit into her neck, and despite the grossness of it, that action turned her on. She had grown fond of when he bit her, and now, she coudln't imagine sex, or life, without Angelus. She needed him.
"Willow......" It sounded more like a plea, but itwas nevertheless deep, coming from the lowest point in his throat. She could feel him tense up, and increase thrusts again. In excitement, she matched him, wrapping her legs around his waist.
She groaned in sheer pleasure, as the vampire pushed her over the edge, "Angelus!" It came out strained but he knew it was his name on her lips, and that's what pushed him to the same level. He tensed, and came quickly.
They colapsed, completely spent, Angelus still inside her. He looked at her glowing body, and said, "You know I love you, right?"
She smiled smugly, "It doesn't count in bed."
End Part 9
"So," Giles questioned Xander again, for the millionth time, "Angel kissed Willow?"
The teenager nodded, "Right after he finished saying that I could never protect Will," He ran his hands through his hair in a frustrated movement, "It was so....so....." He shook his head, attempting to clear the image of the vampire's lips locked onto Willow's, "It gave me the wiggins."
The librarian nodded, "Understandable," He then thought of his Slayer, "I think it's best if we don't mention this to Buffy," Xander looked up, not quite understanding, "She could become quite irrational in her behavior."
"She already has."
He panicked, "What do you mean?"
Xander told him what Buffy had done many nights before, "Buff' told me that she had gone to Willow's one night, and when she wouldn't tell her what was going on," He shrugged, "Buffy shook her. Hard. I saw the bruises, but didn't dare ask either of them what it was about."
Before Giles could speak, his Slayer entered the library, "Hey, guys," She smiled cheerfully, letting her bag land on a table, "Sorry about being late."
Xander stood up, "I'm gonna go then," He said shakily, "Leave you two to train and talk vampy stuff."
"But, Angelus---"
He cut her off, "I think I'll be fine."
After he left, Giles sighed, "What's new?"
She shrugged, sliding into a chair, "Not much," She studied his expression and behavior, "How are you holding up?"
"I'm concerned," He tried to work his way around the issue of the red-headed `hacker's relation to a very evil vampire, "About Willow."
Buffy nodded, "She's told me some things," She wriggled, "About Angel. I wasn't sure how to tell you," Giles immediately prodded her to continue, "She said he likes her. He's sent her roses. Lots of them. I saw him dance with her at the Bro---"
"Why didn't you tell me this?"
"Because I was shocked!" She spat back, while her eyes watered, "How do yuo think I felt when my ex-honey was making moves on my best-friend?!" He bowed his head, nodding it slightly, "It's hard to work through, and I know I have time. He's not going to hurt her, yet."
he inquired, "How do you know?"
She shrugged, "The way he looks at her," Tears started to flow freely now, tracing her cheekbones, "Is the way he used to look at me. He loves her, Giles, as much as I hate to admit it. The baddy has emotions after all."
"This is very dangerous."
"I'm not going to let him have her," She retorted, "I will protect my best friend."
That night, Giles found a package at his door, "I wonder," He mused, seeing Jenny Calender's handwriting on the brown paper, "What this could be."
He was still hurt, but part of him still loved her, and would always love her. This brought fresh tears to his face, as the wounds of betrayal reopened. He was very upset that sh that she couldn't trust him enough to tell of the truth.
"Dear Rupert," He could hear her voice, as he read the letter that came with a package of ocmputer-printoffs, "I found this, while trying to find something--anything---that could help the situation we were in. Gypsy magick is extremely difficult, and very dangerous, but I believe Willow could handle it. There is another witch, however, in Sunnydale. She could do it, if you don't want to endanger Willow. You have to believe me when I say I'm sorry about not telling you about my true identity. It would've endangered a lot of people, and ruined Angel, and destroyed Buffy, but I guess it has happened anyway. I thought that there would've been a way around it. I hope someday you'll be able to forgive me, even though I probably won't be around to actually see or feel it---I'm moving. Back to the cold, cold East Coast. Maybe I'll send you an e-mail from time to time. Take care of yourself, Rupert. Love Eternal, Jenny."
He opened the book, read the contents quickly, skimming for important words in the latin text.
"Oh my...." He shut the book, and picked up the phone, dialing Willow's number, planning to pretend to know nothing about her relationship with Angel---whatever it may be---in attempts to figure out what was going on. However, after seven rings, he realized she wasn't home, so he left a message, "Willow, it's Giles. There's been an advancement in Angel's soul-restoration. We'll need your help, of course, and I will need to meet with you as soon as possible. Call me when you get this."
"Why are we coming here?" Angelus protested, as they walked to her house in the cool night air.
Willow shrugged, "Because I miss my room, and I need to check the mail, and messages."
They walked into the house soon after, and she made her way to the kitchen, hitting the answering machine's play button. They listened to Giles' message, and then, she colapsed into his arms.
"I don't want to let you go," She admitted, "I couldnt do that spell. Never, Angelus, never."
"They will make you. Buffy wants me back."
She nodded, while he wiped her tears away, "I will protect you. No matter what," She pulled his head hungrily towards her own, letting their lips meet in burning desire. Minutes later, she pulled back, and added, "I love you."
"I love you, too," He wrapped his arms around her form, while his blood boiled. He couldn't believe that they were going to try and re-curse him. This wasn't going to happen. he was going to make sure of that. He traced circles on her lower back with one of his fingers, allowing a moan to escape her lips, "And, I will protect you always."
She looked up to him, "As will I."
he captured her lips again, in urgent desire, which burned inside them both. She stepped back, and led him to her room.
Angelus could feel something was different, as they walked up the stairs, "Little One," he pleaded gently, suddenly scared of what could happen, even though he had no idea what could happen, "Let's go somewhere."
"Where?"
"Anywhere," He grinned, "Somewhere diffferent."
"But we've done it outside, and at your place, in m-my bed...." She trailed off, "Where else coul we, um, do what we do?"
He shrugged, as he thought of something, "Maybe we should talk first," He smirked, "It won't be great pillow talk, but, I think we need somethings covered," He took her hand, and walked them towards the front door, "To the park."
Buffy listened from her room, panic clearly evident. She pulled a stake from her coat, thinking she had a great plan ahead of her.
"What are we going to talk about, Angelus?"
He had seated her on her bed, "you know Buffy was in your room tonight?" She shook her head, knowing nothing of the sort, so he nodded, took her hands, and explained what he knew and felt, "I suspect she was coming to confront you, to force you into doing the curse. If that's what you want to do," He said, upon seeing her misery plastered across her face, "Then, do it. But, don't let anyone steer your heart any other way," She snuggled into his lap, and he continued, "I said we were going to go to the park, so she'd take the short cut, and let us escape."
"Oh."
He held her close, "I'll miss you."
"WHat makes you think I'm going to let them take you away from me?" He raised an eyebrow, "I keep what's mine, buster, and I fight for what I believe in. Plus,' She added, "I'd miss our little relationship."
"Little?"
She corrected herself, "Monumental."
He kissed her slow and sweet, showing a different side of himself to his lover. She responded warmly, albeit surprisedly, by wrapping her arms around his neck, and pressing herself further into his embrace, as she usually did.
"I love you."
"I love you."
Buffy growled, throwing her bag onto the counter, "I give up! He's won too many rounds!"
"What happened?"
She explained, "He said they were going to go to the park, to talk, but when I got there, they weren't. I went back to Willow's and waited two hours of my precious vampire-butt-kicking time. They were no shows."
Giles handed her a cup of tea, "I left a message, but she didn't return my call."
"She recieved the message," She added, "I heard it. Convincing, but, she's not going to do it."
"I know. Would you generously give up the love of your life......to your best friend?"
Buffy spat out cynically, "I had no choice."
"But," He continued, "If you did have the choice, would you?" She shrugged, and further on he went, "It was taken from you in a moment of blind love. Angel didn't choose who he fell in love with, and there was no doubt in my mind that the human part of him loved you for the girl you were, but, I think his demon has many other tastes," He shrugged, "I even doubt that he planned to like Willow, just use her. But, things evolved."
A voice called out from the door, "You have to hand it to good ol' Rupert," Angelus and Willow were at the door, "He figured the plan out---even the end results. I'm impressed."
"Willow!" Buffy implored, "Why----" She changed the wording, "Can't you see how bad he is?"
She smiled sadly, "Can't you be happy that someone loves me?"
"He's supposed to love me!"
Angelus wrapped his arms around Willow, "Is that why you want to give me my soul back?" She nodded, "Sorry, Buff', but it's not going to happen. You made me the man I am today, and I like it," He kissed the hacker's forehead, "It comes with perks."
Giles cleared his throat, "Willow, please. It's for the best."
"Maybe i"m being petty," Willow countered, "But he loves me, and I love him. With all my heart. I'm not just going to throw it all away, so Buffy can get what she wants. I've always given in for her, for Xander. Finally, I'm happy. No one's going to change that---"
"---without consequences." Angelus finished for her.
The hacker nodded, "Exactly."
"Why did you come here?"
Angelus responded, "To warn you."
"Oooh, I'm frightened."
"YOu should be," He told her, "Because you'll regret the day with full force that you hurt Little One in anyway. She's mine, and I always honor what's mine."
Giles backed down, while Buffy countered, "Will', you want to be the property of that jerk?"
"I'm his, and he's mine."
End Part 10
"I'll come back right afterschool," Willow kissed Angelus good bye inside the door of the mansion, "Don't worry about me. I'll avoid them all."
He smiled, hugging her close, "I'm worried about you."
Spike gagged, "Please hand nancy-boy a tissue. I think he's going to cry."
"Spikey......" He growled, "Go tend to your insane chick."
Willow wriggled out of her lover's embrace, and kissed him on the cheek, "I'll be back."
"You look good, you know."
"Bye," She waved, and walked out of the house, down the street, and then proceeded to take a shortcut to the school.
Aprehension attacked her as she walked down the hall, to her locker. It was understandable, however. She saw Buffy and Xander staring her down, perched on a hallway bench. It terrified her, and she coul feel her insides melt in fear, "Can't stay," She breathed to herself," Angelus."
But, Buffy had cornered her, "Where are you going?"
"Home."
Xander scoffed, "Like you went home last night."
Willow squinted in confusion, "Huh?"
"I know you didn't go to the park," Buffy stated, "You didn't take the short cut, and I would've beat you there. So, where did you go, Will'?"
The hacker just waved it off, "Angelus wanted to show me something."
"You promised me you weren' involved with him," Willow could see the pain evident in Buffy's falling face, "And yuo lied, obviuosly."
She countered, defending herself, and her love at once, "Did you hear me say those exact words?" Buffy ducked and shook her head, "See? You ran off before a single word was going to cross my lips. I was even thinking about telling you the truth that night. But, when you ditched me there, to die as far as either of us knew, I figured then that I couldn't tell you. It wasn't going to work."
Xander pleaded, "Please Wills," But, Willow had already spun on her heel, and left the school, lettting the doors slam shut behind her. He sighed, and turned to Buffy, "Let's go."
"My thoughts exactly."
"The mansion?!" Buffy had watched the hacker run down the old road, and into the familiar abandoned mansion. She shook her head, and groaned, "This is too much."
He protested, "This is home to her?!"
"Home is where the heart is...." She spoke absentmindedly
"We need to do that spell tonight." He spoke firmly. She nodded in reply.
Willow's head was throbbing in pain. Drusilla was holding her tightly in her arms, her mouth latched onto the hacker's throat, sucking the blood out of a fresh wound. <<Angelus.....>> She managed to part her lips, and whisper his name, but Drusilla hit her sharply.
"Bad sister," She scolded, "You will obey."
"I don't want to be your sister."
"But, we will wear dresses, and eat cakes, sip tea," She grinned wickedly, "And we'll always pla---aiiieeeeeee!" Angelus had approached, Spike at his heels, to witness the fiasco, "Daddy, see what your Dru is doing for you."
<<He wanted her to kill me?>> Tears sprang to her eyes, "Ang-gel-l-lus," her teeth chattered, "Why?"
Her lover, had freed her from her prison, and now was holding her close, pressing her to his body, "It wasn't me," He glared at Dru, "Drusilla, why did you hurt Daddy's baby?"
The vampress's lower lip trembled, "Because, I wanted a sister, even though she'd still be a good little girl."
"How so?"
"Created in love," She chanted, "Pure as a dove."
"Are you sure?" Angelus growled, while feeling Willow's pulse slow significantly, "Don't fuck with me, Dru! Tell me the god-damned truth!" She whimpered, and told him the truth, which was a good thing, still. Then, he looked at Willow, "Will you drink my love, Little One?"
She nodded, "Kill me if I"m bad?"
He promised, "I promise," He cut his wrist, and pressed it to her open mouth, "Drink, please, Baby," He was whimpering in fear, for the first time as a demon. He couldn't imagine living without his prescious Willow. The thoughts chilled him to the bone. Willow closed her mouth, and pushed the blood away, but ripped her shirt to shreds, so she could bandage him. Ever protective, Angelus picked her up gingerly, and carried her to her room, "Willow," He cooed, sliding her into the bed, "You're gonna be alright."
<<Would it be so bad if she was bad?>> He considered the thought, wondering how things would progress from there, had she changed, from her innocent self, to evil self. <<I love her now, though.>>
<<Vampires don't change like this!>> He saw her glowing feverishly, her eyes floodlights, while her body shimmered in the pale light, "Willow," He picked her hand up, squeezing it gently, "Be okay, please. I can't live without you.....you know how much I love you. C'mon, Little One...." Then, the glowing spread from her body, into his, through their linked hands, "What the fuck!? Willoooooow!?? No, not again...."
Willow watched the whole thing, not knowing what was going on, yet having an inkling of an idea. <<He's glowing too.......Oh no. The curse. I'm being bound to my soul, and he must be, too. Shit. Shit. This is all my fault. If only I hadn't gone back to see him. I should've gone home, and called him first. Then Dru wouldn't have tried to change me, so Angelus would've had to.....>> she whispered hoarsely, "I love you. This isn't my doing. Trust me," As Angel colapsed sobbing, she clutched him close to her, "YOU have to believe me, ANgelus, please. I didn't do this..... I didn't....."
"Will'?" The resouled vampire was very disorientated, "What happened? Why are you crying?"
She wiped her tears away, and managed a reassuring smile. Then, she stood up, and wrapped herseld in one of his shirts, that was strewn across a chair in their lovemaking the previous night, "I'll help you to bed."
"Why did I make you cry?" He was panicking, "Did I try and hurt you? Did I change you?" he paused, studying the surroundings, which smelled of her beautiful natural fragrance, and his own combined, "Why are you here?"
Willow shook her head. <<I will kill Buffy.....>> She frowned. <<Before she kills me. Gotta get out of town. Maybe Spike will help me leave. She might think I did it to him, for her. Yucky mess. Angelus must be so mad. He has to know I didn't do it.>>
"Willow?"
The hacker shook her head again, "You didn't hurt or change me. Don't worry. I'm fine," Sobs that were preparing to erupt from deep inside her were pushed deeper down, "You'll feel better after some sleep."
"I can find my way."
She could sense that he remembered something, because he stiffened, and pushed her away. In an instant, she knew she had to leave. The tears were threatening to fall, and she didn't want him---of all vampires---to see him. She nodded, and turned around, "Fine."
<<My love, is gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. All my fault.>>A few steps took her to the safe confines of her room, where she shut the door, and then colapsed on her bed, letting the heavy, heartfelt sobs out of her chest.
She cried until she could sob no more, while images of the passionate sex and gentle after thoughts sh and her lover had shared together, and then, she heaved dry sobs out of her chest, until a knock at the door startled her somewhat.
"Luv?" The heavy accent seemed familiar to her, and she welcomed him in. He saw her, and then asked, "ARe you okay?" She started to sob all over again, telling him the story in bits and pieces. He meditated for a moment, and then said, "C'm'ere, pet, and sit in my lap," She crawled up there, and he rocked he rback and forth, not sure what to do, but knowing that he had to do soemthing to calm her, "You sure he's Angel again?"
She nodded, "He changed. Didn't know where he was, or why I was there."
He started to laugh.
"What?"
He tried to stop, and when he finally suceeded, he explained, "Buffy's going to have a hell of a time, with her boyfriend back, and her best friend a vampire, just like him," Willow froze, remembering that she was dead. He felt that, and started to rock her again, "Don't worry. I'll help you in anyway I can. Afterall, we're family."
"Get me out of here?"
"Where do you want to go?"
"Somewhere far from Buffy, and Angel. They need to be alone."
He studied her face, "You sure?" She nodded, decidedly, "But, Dru won't be too happy, losing her sister and all. PLus," He teased, "I like being the big brother."
"Then," She menaced, "Be the big brother, and help me leave. I can die trying on my own, but, I might get out safer, if I have help."
"When?"
"I'll be reday before the sun sets."
"We'll leave then. I'll get Dalton to take care of Dru."
End Part 11
Angel finally remembered everything, when he woke up, a saddness in his heart, knowing that he had lost the love of his life, and also knowing that he had had her when he didn't have a soul.
"Argh!!" He snarled, throwing books, rocks, lamps, and anything else he could get his hands on at the opposing wall. <<Why did I let myself hurt her!!!!>>
The memories came back, and they had arrived vividly in his mind, every sense assaulted by Willow. <<Is she still my Willow? Is Buffy still mad? I wish I knew what was going on!>>
He saw a picture he had sketched of Willow on his dresser, and he let the emotions swirl. Willow was a goddess, with her beauiful long red hair, and eyes that were always alive with happiness. Her soul was pure, her aura clean. She had loved him, and he loved her. The only problem that he had with that was it was his bad self that she fell in love with. <<I should've told her how I felt so long ago....>> Guilt washed over him. <<....then, we could've been together, in purity. ANd, I wouldn't've had to worry about hurting her. I hurt her. Poor Little One. I was so cold to her in the hallway today. She must be hurt.>>
<<I'll go talk to her.>>
He winced, thinking about how she could push him away. <<Better not. It's probably best I just slip into my old life.>>
"That all you own?" Spike complained, as they loaded the newly-aquired van up with all of Willow's stuff.
She nodded, and grabbed her laptop and carry-on bag, "That's it."
"You want to see your pet?" She shook her head wistfully, "Alright, New York, here we come!"
Angel heard the van pulling out of the driveway as he was dressing after a cold shower. <<I wonder what's going on.>> The sounds of Dru screaming for her Spike told him what had happened. His child's cries lit his worries afire with a plot. <<She's leaving me.>> He fell down on the floor, and sobbed. <<SHe's gone. Gone. Gone.>>
"Coul we stop at a mailbox?" She held up letters, addressed to Buffy, Giles, and Angel, "I kinda would like to drop these off. If you don't mind."
He nodded, "Sure thing, Luv. You like to write, eh?" She shrugged, as he pulled over, where a mailbox was perched on a street corner. She got out, dropped the letters into the box, and then got in the car. Then, he asked, "YOu'll write me, right?"
Willow chuckled, "Why, you'd miss me?"
Spike shrugged, "Pet, I hate to admit it, but I'd miss you. Got pretty bloody used to you living with us."
"Don't worry," She smiled, "YOu might be pretty bloody sick of me by the time you get to New York." Spike just laughed.
"Willow's dead?" Buffy looked at Giles, "And, Angel's good?"
He shrugged, still in a lot of shock, "I guess so."
"I gotta go find him," Shge jumped off the table, but Giles had grabbed onto her arm, "What? I can't go find him?" He nodded, and she jumped back onto the table, "Why not? We were an item, after all...."
"Angel is probably in shock. Shock of something. It appears that Willow is the reason he has his soul back, and his other self was very much in love with her. I think it is best if we honor your friend first, and then, over time, let Angel return to you. You can't force delicate matters like that."
Buffy reflected, staring at the floor, "I guess so. I just missed him so much, and now he's here, and I feel so lonely without him."
"I know."
"Poor Willow," She finally softened towards her friend, somewhat, "She died for me. She gave Angel back to me."
Giles studied the letter again, and then, walked over to his spell book, the one Jenny had given him. Things weren't adding up right. The spell wasn't a dangerous one. It would've only weakened her condition somewhat. <<WHy did she die??>> He looked over at Buffy, who was given him a questioning eye, "Hmmm?"
"What's wrong?"
"It's just the shock of the complete ordeal," He lied, "I can't possible understand why Willow would give him up, and why all of this is happening now," He studied his perfectly typed letter, realizing that some of the letters were underlined. <<A message.>> He cleared his throat, and suggested, "Why don't you go get some sleep. Process what's going on. I'll deal with Xander."
"And Oz."
"Why Oz?"
She shrugged, "He really liked her."
He warned, while trying to decipher the message Willow had given him, "Don't visit Angel. For things to work out, he must be healed, first."
She nodded, and disappeared.
He sat down at the table, and read the message aloud, in comfort, "E-mail in envelope. It's an emergency!" He turned the computer on, and while waiting for it to boot, he fished the tiny piece of paper out of the enveloppe. Then, he typed Willow an e-mail.
<<Dear Willow, I dno't know if this is you, or some prank, but I'm intrigued to know why you led us to believe that you had died, and that Angel is indeed good again. I hope you are well, then, if you are alive, and what emergency do you find yourself in? Please reply. Giles.>>
"You have mail."
Willow smiled. <<Giles. Good ol' Giles.>> Spike asked, "What's that, Luv?"
"Giles wrote me a note, like I asked him to."
The vmapire was confused, "Yuo didn't tell him that you died?"
"Only Buffy and Xander need to know I died. Giles can know the truth. He deserves it, after all," She opened the browser, and started to read the e-mail with intensity. Then, she started to write back. <<Giles....I'm dead....or alive.....well, actually, a vampire. See, I was going home, and when I walked in, Drusilla attacked me, trying to make me her sister. Angelus changed me, because he knew that in love, I'd keep my soul. However, when I was changing, he was holding my hand, and that's when the soul spell was being performed. He got caught up in it all. Right now, Spike is driving me away from Sunnydale. ANy more questions?>>
Within minutes she had a reply. <<Where are you going? How is Angel's condition?>>
And, within another few minutes, she had written a reply back. <<Angel should be fine, besides the major guilt trips, and confusion. I can't tell you where I'm going, and after this e-mail, I probably won't write you anymore, and I will be cancelling this account. No one will be able to track me down. I need a few years.....maybe eons.....to think. I love all of you. Willow.>> Before she hit the send button, she had an idea, and started to type again. <<P.S. For my memorial ....could it be quiet, and at night, and maybe private....and in a few weeks?>>
She shut the computer down with a sigh.
Spike looked over at her, and then back at the sky, which was changing color, "We're going to keep driving."
"You sure?"
He nodded, "The paint'll protect us. Don't worry. I'll get you there safely, and quickly. So, you can brood and become all angsty," She smiled at him, "I care."
"Thanks."
End Part 12
Willow glanced at the calender that hung on the wall of her dark apartment. <<The day of my memorial. Spike should be home by now. Angel should be with Buffy, and life should be normal.>>
Spike stared at the casket, the flowers, and the picture of Willow, from the back of the room, threatening to laugh. He couldn't help it. It was funny. They---except for Giles, and himself---thought Willow was gone from their lives forever. He could see that Xander had taken it the worst, while Buffy didn't seem fazed; her eyes were dry and clear, and she didn't seem shaken. Xander was clining to Cordelia as a lifeline, and even she seemed somewhat upset.
Oz was quiet too, but it was quite different from Buffy's silence---Spike could tell that he was hurting.
He crept outside silently, to see an apprehensive Angel in the courtyard of the church, "Hey, mate."
"Why did Buffy tell me to meet her here?" He paused, "Why are you here? Did you hurt her?"
He laughed, and then asked, "Are you two getting chummy again?" Angel shrugged, not letting the other vampire have possession of the details of his personal life, "I wondered how long it would be after Willow left....."
He watched Angel continue into the church. <<Sucker.>>
"Buffy?" Angel inquired, "What is this?"
"Willow died the day you came back."
He squinted his eyes in disbelief, "I don't remember that," She told him to continue, and he tried, but he couldn't deal with the squander of emotions that ran amok, emotions that dealt with Willow mainly, and the love that he had shared, "I just don't think she died."
"She did," Buffy held up a letter, that she had been clutching closely, "Didn't you get this?"
He nodded, "I did. All I'm saying is that I don't remember what happened." <<I can't tell Buffy that she's alive.....it would kill her.>>
"She gave us her blessing, you know," Angel nodded sadly in reply, while images of him pleasuring Willow flew to his mind. Buffy pressed on," Wanna go catch a movie?"
He shrugged, "Maybe later."
Angel left a stunned Buffy in the pew, as he walked to the casket, and removed a crimson rose from his coat pocket, letting it settle next to her picture. <<I don't remember you leaving me, Willow, or me leaving you, but I hope I'll find you again. Someday. Maybe you can forgive me.>>
He left the church, and went straight to his apartment. To brood.
Willow drank some blood out of a glass, while putting the finishing touches on her makeup. <<I think tonight I'll go have some fun.....>> She stood up, and was about to check her appearance in a mirror, but then, she realized her condition, and sat back down to finish her drink. <<I hate being a vampire. It sucks. No mirror. No food. No friends. No Angelus....>>
She reflected. <<Of course I miss him. He was my first love.....lover. He was so sexy, and he wanted ME. That has never happened before, and I think I got addicted on the feeling of being needed emotionally. And, perhaps because Buffy wanted him back made me hold onto him that much more.>> She stood up, and went in search of her shoes. <<She got him back, though. She always got what she wanted. She was the Slayer, for Christ's sake.>>
After she found her shoes, she sought out her purse, which contained the ID Spike had set her up with, and the credit card, which was linked to an account Angelus had set up for her, in case of emergency. <<This is an emergency alright......>>
"Well," She muttered to herself, "I better go out and have some fun."
End Part 13
<<TWO YEARS LATER>>
"Um, Angel," Buffy asked quietly, in awe, as she slipped into the room, "Why are you glowing?"
He didn't know why, but the pain was incredible. He had been thinking about a moment he had spent simply holding Willow, as she slept, and how beautiful she was, and how peaceful it made him feel. The vampire had felt as if he was there again. Completely happy and tranquil.
"It hurts....." He complained, "Buffy, please, leave."
"If you're hurt, I want to stay," His eye sstarted to glow, "I love you, and I'm not going to leave you, like this."
He growled, having an inkling of what was going on, "Get out! If you know what's good for you!"
She was terrified. She didn't know what was going on, only that this was her long weekend home from college, and she went to visit Angel, in hopes of stealing some 'smoochies'. However, her plans had vanished, upon seeing him in this condition. It terrified her, and she knew she should honor his request and leave, but she was stuck to the wall, her curiousity spreading through her.
"I love you....." She whisppered, as Angel screamed.
He stood up, panting heavily, looking around. <<Where the fuck am I?!>> He shook his head again. <<Don't have the soul. Great. How did it leave? Was Soul-boy thinking about Willow? How cute...where did she run off to?? Gotta find her soon.....>>
"Angel?"
"Yeah, Buff'?"
Buffy froze. And then, she took off in a dead run for the library.
Angelus chuckled. <<I'm back, and better than ever. That was fun.>>
"Daddy's back!" Drusilla was a little more happy than Spike, who was now walking wonderfully, with no more leg or back problems. Angelus put her down, and then turned to Spike.
"Where is she?"
He smirked," Why should I tell you?"
"Because I want her," He reflected, "Need her," He stared the other vampire down, "And if you're not going to help me find her, I can make this life pretty hell-ish for both of you," A grin spread across his face, "How wou you like feeding with your fangs ripped out?"
Spike cowered, "New York, mate."
"Thanks," He said, on his way up to his room, to pack a few things that he'd need on his trip. <<I will bring her back. Or, I will stay there. We will be together again. My pure Willow is still alive, only this time, she'll be here forever. With me.>> He slung the bag over his shoulders, while picking up the keys to his jeep, that he had collected from the parking lot of the local art gallery, on his way to the mansion. Tthen, he ran back down the stairs, "I'll even leave killing that Slayer to you."
Spike huffed, "Mighty generous of you. Sure you don't have your bloody soul?"
"I'm pretty fucking sure." They let him leave quietly.
The blond vampire shouted, after Angelus had made it to the door, "Angel!"
The vampire turned around, upon hearing Sike call out his name, "Yeah, Spikey?"
"Good luck."
Willow watched the rain pour out of the sky all night, after listening to it fall all day, from her perch on the fire escape. It had been raining for weeks; she didn't know why, neither did the meteorologists. It was odd and very puzzling. <<It's peaceful though.>>
Angelus looked at the piece of paper in his hand, an address scrawled across it in bad penmanship. Spike had faxed it to him, and now, he was completely lost. <<Where is that fucking apartment building?>> He ran his hands over his wet leather jacket. <<I hope I look alright. I hope she recognizes me.>>
"A walk is what I need to clear my head," Willow spoke to herself, and her cat, Isis, "Might get a little wet, but that's alright, eh, Isis?" The cat purred, and closed its eyes. <<Better get going.>>
Minutes later, she found herself walking the deserted streets of downtown New York. <<I love it here, even in the empty night. It's so full of life.....Ha...>> She mused to herself, while studying the horizon. <<Full of life. Me...a vampire. Oxymoron. Maybe that's why I crave business so much. Fills a void.>>
<<I can feel her. She's outside.>>
<<Why do I feel so weird?>>
<<She's somewhere on these god-forsaken streets. Alone. She could get hurt.>>
Willow put her hands up to her crying eyes in confusion. <<Why am I crying? I'm not sad. Or happy, but....just neutral.>> Then, she saw him. The shadow was familiar; his shoulders rounded agianst the elements, his head level, eyes gleaming dangerously, the cryptic smirk gracing his face, while the water dripped from his soaked hair. The patient, exciting stride. His aura.
he saw her, and recognized her immediately; her panicked stride seeming graceful in the puddles, while the water had thouroughly soaked her flaming hair, yet not dousing the fire that lived within his WIllow. Her tiny body. Leather pants. Her soul.
"Little One," He embraced her, once they had reached each other, "I missed you."
Something inside her snapped; she pulled back from his embrace, and started pounding her closed fists on his chest solidly, "Did you really? Do you know how much yuo hurt me, when yuo said you didn't remember? Or when you told me to go away? I needed you, dammit! I was changed, and alone, and scared!" She didn't stop pounding, nor did the tears stop flowing at an incredible rate, "I loved you then, and I still do.....we could've talked, we were in love, for Goddesses' sake! Couldn't we have worked it out? I know you would want Buffy back, but, you just gave in! Wasn't I worth the fucking fight?!" Angelus remained silent, and she pursued, "Answer me, you fucking coward! Answer me! I at least deserve that!"
Before doing anything else, he kissed her forcefully, raping her lips with passion. She could feel her soul vibrate, and tremble, as their tongues dueled. It weakened her, yet strengthened her desires. Then, it confused her, making her head hurt. She broke her defensive stance, and became familiar to ANgelus again, "Let's get you in out of the cold," She was sobbing heavily now, and didn't protest to him pulling her into his arms, to walk to her apartment.
Once they were at the door, he pleaded gently, "Invite me in, Willow."
"You're welcome inside."
He crossed the threshold with no difficulty, and then, he put her down on the couch. She looked at him, remaining silent, and it was then, when he studied her eyes, did he just realize how much she had changed. She wasn't really his Willow anymore. She had matured a lot since she crossed over, "Little One," He spoke softly, "You're going to catch a cold," She shot him a whithering glare, and then, he remembered what she really was, "Or not......" After a few seconds, he said, "We need to talk. I need to appologize," He smirked at the oddity of _him_ saying those words. She turned her head away, not wanting to meet his eyes. THOSE eyes of trust and love that she had betrayed when she left town, "I missed you."
"Why didn't we talk?"
"Because you left town."
She nodded, and confessed, "I was so scared. YOu pushed me away, to brood," He chuckled, "And I had never felt so disconnected in my life. Buffy would be gloating that she had won you back, and personally, I couldn't handle that. She---" Willow stopped short, and then continued, "I was a jealous, lonely girlfriend."
"I wasn't with Buffy."
Her eyes went wide, "What?"
He confessed," Soul-Boy told Buffy that he loved you. That I loved you. Only you. She didn't believe me, though, of course, and continued to pursue me," He rubbed her shoulders, "I stayed true to yuo. Always."
Willow felt a pang of guilt. <<Oh boy.>>
"What's wrong?"
She lied," nothing. I missed you."
"I know."
"I'm sorry that I couldn't stay, it had nothing to do with your soul.....more like my own personal issues. I felt weird. I was alone, and scared, and changed.....Spike helped some," She admitted some of the truth, "Don't go all jealous on me. He really helped me hone in on my senses, and talents. Set me up with this pad, and he even drove me here. He was great." She thought to herself, <<And great in bed.>>
"Anything else I can help you with?"
She smiled, "Would you do something for me?" He nodded earnestly, "Stay here, today?" He was about to kiss her, but she said, "Not so fast. I need some time, to adjust and stuff. Just hold me, while we sleep today?"
"Of course."
She stood up, taking his hands, "The bedroom is this way," She led him into a dark room, where she stripped out of the silk shirt that was soaked, and where he removed his shoes, socks, jacket and shirt. As Willow was pulling off her boots, he reached over, and picked up her hands, "Hmmm?"
"Those leather pants...." He hummed in her ear, "Are turning me on...."
She kissed him, craving something she hadn't had in ages. Not sex, of course, because Spike's few visits had cured her of those cravings, but Angelus. She missed her wise, cryptic vampire. She wanted him so badly, that it hurt. He pulled her close, and she melted into his arms. He lifted her around his waist, skin on skin, leather on leather.
<<Little One....>> He purred against her, into the kiss. She purred back, using her vampiric sex skills to guide her. Angelus opened his eyes, and touche dhis fingers to her ridges
//...."Luv," he said, dark eyes glinting, "Let your face out," Willow had felt ashamed of herself, but he was persistant, "You'll relax more. Be who you are now."
She had obeyed, and let him kiss the bumps that lined her forehead. She had done the same to him, before continuing....//
Willow froze, upon touching the flashback, and pulled out of his arms.
"Little One," He cooed, "What's wrong?"
"I'm not ready for this, Angelus," She admitted, fighting back the dry-sobs, "I just need some time to process."
He nodded, and continued to get ready for bed. Willow did the same, changing into a satin nightgown.
//....."The green matches those naughty eyes of yours."....//
<<He's everywhere. But, Angelus' is here.>>
"What are you thinking of?" he inquired, "You were just gone for a minute."
She shrugged, smirking to cover up her anxiety, "Just thinkin'. Private-me-thoughts."
He fell asleep instantly, once his arms reached his waist, circling her protectively. Her mind wandered, to the parting night she and her teacher had shared.
//...."I don't feel right," He admitted, "After all this. You're 'is. Not mine."
She had nodded, "I know. Can we be friends again?"
Spike laughed, reaching out for her hair, "We had some good times, eh, Luv?" She nodded, partly embarrassed, "I wish that wanker would come and fight for you. It's in his eyes, how lonely he is. He misses you, but doesn't have a bloody idea on where to start. Yuo deserve him."
"You think he'll have me back?"
He nodded, "Now that you're all trained in vampiric acts, like sex," She tilted her head downwards and away, "You were good, and you still will be, ducks. We were just 'avin' agood time, and you certainly learned a plenty."
"Friends?"
"Seal it with a kiss?" She nodded, kissing him on the cheek, before letting him disappear....//
<<I shouldn't feel guilty. He was, um, teaching me. I never felt guilty before. But, I can't tell him. Angelus would be destroyed.>>
End Part 14
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