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~Part: 11~
The day was going by so slowly that Giles could hardly bear it. But there was nothing to do but wait. According to Drusilla, Angelus spent his days with Willow. Which meant that the best way to find Willow would be to track Angelus at night and see where he went as the dawn approached. Until then, Willow was trapped with one of the most sadistic and cruel vampires in history. And Giles shuddered to think of what she must be enduring. The end of the day couldn't come soon enough. At nightfall, they could begin to track Angelus. And that would bring them so much closer to finding Willow. And bringing her home.
As much as Xander hated his classes, he hated them even more now. Here he was, trapped in some classroom while his best friend was being tortured and probably raped by Buffy's evil boyfriend. Xander had said from the beginning that Angel was no good, but had anyone listened? No. And now Willow was paying the price. He just hoped that Giles was right and that they could trust Drusilla to help them. The sooner they rescued Willow the better. And no matter what had happened to her, Xander swore to himself that he would stick by her and do everything it took to help her heal.
Buffy was in tears, her conflicting emotions leaving her filled with guilt. Try as she might, she couldn't stop the feelings of jealousy that welled up within her. She knew it was wrong. Knew that Willow was suffering and that none of what was happening to her was pleasant or good. But Buffy couldn't help it. She felt jealous. Jealous that Angelus wanted Willow, in whatever way and for whatever reason. Angel and Buffy had been soulmates, had had a deep and forever kind of love. Shouldn't Angelus still be interested in her? After all, he was a part of Angel. As much as she despised herself for it, Buffy couldn't help but feel as if Willow had taken Angel from her. And she couldn't stop the tears that continued to fall.
Oz was more aloof and laconic that day than was normal, even for him. He was wrestling with the wolf in ways he had never anticipated. His mate had been taken, no doubt in every way, by another demon. And though he wanted desperately not feel this way, the wolf in Oz was not sure he could be there for Willow when it was all over. His demon was possessive and territorial. Accepting a mate who had been taken sexually by another demon was a challenge that he wasn't sure he could face up to. But the human part of him railed at his wolfish sensibilities. How could he not welcome Willow back with open arms? She hadn't asked to be kidnapped and turned into a toy for a vampire's twisted pleasure. How could Oz hold her to blame and treat her as a defiled thing? Not for the first time, Oz wished more than anything that Jordy had never bitten him. It seemed that if Angelus wasn't cruel enough, he himself might be even crueler.
There were no visits to the janitor's closet that day. Not that Cordelia didn't try. She thought for sure that she could persuade Xander to allow her to 'comfort' him, especially now that they had at least some idea of what had happened to Willow and some hope that she could be rescued. But no. What little conversation Xander was capable of all revolved around Willow. And he had no interest in the closeted makeout fests that usually happened at least four times a day. If she didn't know how ludicrous the idea was, Cordelia would almost believe that Xander was in love with Willow. The way he went on and on about her, dredging up every memory he ever had of her. The way his eyes got a faraway look so often when talking about her. The fury in his voice when the topic turned to the danger she was in now. But that was a silly idea. Xander and Willow had been best friends since kindergarten. It was only natural for Xander to be so concerned about her. At least that's what Cordelia told herself as she uncertainly tried to keep things together with the boy she was falling for hard.
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Spike put down the phone and wheeled himself out of the library. He had been careful to make sure that Drusilla was out of earshot before calling Angelus at the number that only Spike had been given.the number of the hotel where Angelus was keeping his human consort.
After Dru had come back to the mansion, the suspicions he had conveyed to his Grand-sire the previous night had been confirmed. Dru had been angry at first at Angelus' absence from the mansion he had procured for them. But she soon begin spinning in circles and talking about the tree and the branches coming together and how soon the tree would be back in her own garden and Daddy would be back where he belonged. Then she went upstairs. Spike could hear her taunting her dolls and telling the stars she would forgive them when the little tree's spell was broken and they realized how naughty they had been.
So Spike had gone back downstairs and relayed the news to his Grand-sire. Dru was in league with the Slayer and her bunch of do-gooders and they were obviously looking for Willow.
The die was cast. Spike had no illusions about what would happen next. Dru would perish, no doubt only after agonizing torture. And Angelus would likely stop playing games and kill the Slayer and her pals as well. The blond wondered how Angelus' little human would react to the gruesome demise of her pals. But it didn't particularly worry him. After all, it didn't much matter. She was Angelus' property now, and he wasn't one to worry about the tender feelings of his pets. What gave Spike greater pause was what he, himself, no longer felt for Dru. After over a century of worshipping his Dark Goddess, he was surprised at his ability to serve her up to her Sire's vengeance so easily. Well, even the hottest flame will burn out without kindling. And Dru had given him nothing to keep the fire in his dead heart burning for her.
Angelus had given him explicit instructions for what to do tonight. And Spike found himself proud and eager to carry out the dark vampire's orders. When the smoke cleared, he had no doubt that he'd be standing alone at his Grand-sire's side. Well, there was the human chit to consider. But she wasn't a vampire. So she was no threat at all.
~Part: 12~
Angelus stepped back into the bedroom of the suite. Talking to Spike had filled him with both anger and confidence. He was angered that his own childe had already betrayed him, and to the Slayer at that. Nonetheless, he was confident that, now that he was aware of exactly how Drusilla was working against him, his superior planning skills would make the whole situation work out to his advantage.
For the first time, he truly appreciated Spike's ability to decipher Dru's cryptic ramblings. Seemed that, thanks to her information, the Scoobies were going to track him when he went hunting that night, wait 'til dawn, and follow him to wherever he was keeping Willow.
Well, Angelus thought to himself, there was going to be a change in those plans. He had arranged for the hotel's limousine to pick them up in the underground garage and take them back to the mansion shortly before sundown. He would introduce Willow to Spike and the minions, who already had their instructions, and to Drusilla. From there on in, if all went well, Drusilla would lead the Slayer and her moronic cohorts right into his trap. And oh what surprises he had in store for them all.
But first, there was the matter of spending some quality time with his beautiful, red-haired consort. He wanted to make sure she understood how much she meant to him before all hell broke loose that night.
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Willow watched Angelus' movements as he returned to the bedroom they shared, finding his mood an enigma to her. Was he angry? If so, was he angry with her? What could she have done to displease him?
But no, it had to be the phone call. Willow hadn't heard who the call was from or what it was about, but she could tell it had been important from the way Angelus had looked when the phone has rung and his insistence on answering it in the other room.
And now, he was back in the bedroom with her and his expression was changing again. His eyes were darkening as he looked at her and a smile began to creep around the corners of his mouth. Good. He was smiling at her. That meant he wasn't angry with her. But it did mean that he wanted her.now.
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Angelus stared at the beauty sitting before him on the edge of the bed. Their bed. He would never get tired of the way she looked at him, her eyes never leaving him, as if he were the center of the universe. Well, he intended to be the center of her universe forever. But there would be plenty of time for contemplation of such things later. Now he had more pressing, physical desires to attend to. Despite having 'played' with Spike earlier, he was in desperate need of the kind of pleasure only Willow could give him before the battle that would take place only a few hours hence.
"Did you miss me, sweetling?" Angelus asked his consort, his eyes flashing amber as he gazed at her innocent face.
"Yes," she answered.
"Then why don't I make it up to you," Angelus crooned, approaching, almost stalking towards, Willow.
Sitting down on the bed next to her, Angelus took her face in his hands. He kissed her, gently at first, but quickly deepened the kiss, trying to convey all the passion he felt for her. By the time night fell, he wanted Willow to know where, and with whom, she belonged.
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Willow was glad that she was wearing just her robe when Angelus had come back that day. He seemed to like it the previous day when he had returned and found her like that. And Willow was eager to please her lover. Lover. Only a few days ago, she had never really thought of herself as being likely to be anyone's lover. Sure, she had fantasized about Xander and was dating Oz. But she had given up all hope of winning Xander and Oz was not someone she had ever thought about in terms of sex.
But now, she had a lover. An all-consuming and passionate lover who was also a ruthless and remorseless killer. Who had in fact killed someone she had once idolized and considered almost the most important person in her world. And now the center of her world was the vampire who had killed Jenny Calendar and kidnapped her, taking her away from her family, her friends, her life. And who she was grateful to for it all.
While Willow mourned Jenny, she had come to understand over the past few days why her death had to be. Jenny had been about to, in all reality, kill Angelus. Surely he had a right to defend himself. And as to her family and friends, they had never really cared about her. Not the way Angelus did. And if Jenny were still alive, she would have taken away the one person in the world who truly loved her before Willow would have even had to chance to know it. She hoped Jenny would forgive her for feeling that way. She knew the teacher really had believed in her and wanted her to be happy. If she knew how much Angelus cared for Willow, she would certainly not want Willow to have to give that up.
Shaking herself out of her thoughts, Willow once again focused on her lover, sinking into his kiss with her entire being, wanting him to feel how much she appreciated him and how devoted she was to him. How much she wanted to make him happy.
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As Angelus felt Willow melt into his embrace, he groaned. She always gave herself to him so sweetly. He was so eager to take her, to reaffirm their bond to each other and make sure Willow knew who she belonged to before the battle to come.
Reaching for the belt that tied her robe, Angelus undid the garment, pushing it off her shoulders and exposing her breasts to his avid gaze. Delighting in the sight of her nipples pebbling as he stared, he quickly grew hungry for more. He had to taste her skin. He quickly leaned down and took one of Willow's pert, pink-tipped breasts into his mouth, his cock hardening at the contact between his tongue, his teeth, and her flesh.
He couldn't wait any longer. Standing up, Angelus quickly divested himself of his clothing and fought to keep from pouncing on the delicious redhead he wanted so much. He didn't want to frighten her, but he couldn't hold himself back. He needed her more than he ever had before. In spite of himself, Angelus was worried about how Willow would deal with what was going to happen that night. He cursed himself inwardly for his weakness. Turning his attentions back to the beauty before him, he finished pulling the robe away from her body and laid the both of them down on the bed.
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Willow felt differently today with Angelus than she ever had before. Something about the way he was touching her now stirred her more deeply. Maybe it was the hunger and the possessiveness that now combined with his consideration. She could feel his raw need in every kiss and caress. And perhaps it was thanks to that that she was now beginning to understand and feel the same desire for Angelus on every level that he seemed to feel for her.
Whatever had caused it, now, for the first time, she wasn't separated from her body's responses. As Angelus continued to explore her mouth and her body with his own, Willow felt the heat of her desire within her heart and mind as well as her flesh. She began to react and participate with increasing ardor, delighting in the moans she was coaxing forth from Angelus with her own caresses.
She felt as if she was about to make love for the first time and, in a sense, she was. She was finally going to know what it was to give herself completely to someone, to be with them completely, and to have them completely in return. As Angelus' touch grew increasingly demanding, his mouth exploring her breasts with greater fervor and less gentleness, Willow moaned her pleasure as she clutched his head tightly to her chest. His lack of restraint was exciting her more than she thought possible and she wanted him inside her so badly she thought she might die from the need. This, her last coherent thought held, was what all the fuss was about.
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Willow was responding to him with greater abandon than he had ever dreamed possible. And Angelus found himself more aroused by her than ever. Her moans, her touch, her sensuality all captivated him as if he were taking her for the first time.and doing it right this time. Feeling Willow arch her body against his demanding mouth as he nipped and suckled at her breasts caused his control to slip for a moment and his true face to emerge.
Glancing up to see if he had frightened her, Angelus was shocked to see that it appeared to have done the opposite, Willow's eyes were bright with lust. She seemed to be even more aroused than ever by this evidence of his intense passion for her. Letting his hand dip between her legs, he was delighted by the amount of moisture he found there. Willow was soaking wet. Wet for him. All of him.
The time for foreplay was over. Growling deep in his throat, Angelus covered Willow's body with his own, and thrust his cock deep into Willow's wet, tight heat. She gasped as he filled her, the sound music to his ears. Bringing her legs up, Angelus was able to penetrate more deeply than he ever had and his pelvic bone hit her clitoris with each stroke. Willow's increasingly ragged gasps and moans spurred him on and he began to increase the speed of his thrusts. As he felt the onset of her orgasm through the clenching of her walls around his cock, Angelus sank his fangs into his consort's throat, claiming her with his bite. With that, Willow wailed as she came and Angelus followed her into release, emptying his cock into her shuddering body as he roared his pleasure against her neck.
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Afterwards, Willow quickly drifted off to sleep, sated and content in Angelus' arms as he lapped at the twin holes in her throat. Her mind was filled with nothing but thoughts of the incredible experience that had just rocked her body and soul, binding her more tightly than ever to her lover, her Angelus, as she descended into a world of happy oblivion.
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Angelus, meanwhile, determined to let her sleep until right before they were scheduled to leave. He hadn't told her a thing about his plans, of course, not wanting to worry her or to have her think too much before meeting Spike and Drusilla for the first time. The less she knew, the better it would be for both her and him. And also, he didn't want Willow to shower before they left. He wanted everyone at the mansion to smell his scent all over Willow, and hers all over him.
He'd make sure Willow didn't shower before the upcoming battle with the Slayer and her gang either. He knew that one of their number, Oz he thought the boy's name was, was a werewolf. A werewolf who, according to what Spike had learned from Dru's rantings to her dolls, fancied that he had a claim on Willow. While he knew his consort didn't return the sentiment, the events of the last hour having assuaged all doubts of her devotion to him, he knew that smelling another demon all over Willow would certainly anger and upset the wolf immensely. And that the wolf would also convey what his nose told him to the rest of the Scooby Gang.
Imagine the surprise of Buffy and Xander when they learned what he and Willow truly meant to each other and how the days of Willow's 'captivity' had really been spent. Angelus could hardly wait. The perfect consort and the perfect weapon against the Slayer. Willow really was a dream come true. And with that happy thought, Angelus joined his companion in sated slumber.
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