Parts: 1-10
E-MAIL: kylia_toreel@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: Nobody belongs to me, unfortunately. They belong to Joss & Mutant Enemy, and a few other people I don't know.
RATING: NC-17
SPOILERS: Up to season 2 "Innocence" But it's my own little wacky universe after that!
CATEGORY: Willow/Angelus
SUMMARY: Angelus makes a claim, things happen.
DISTRIBUTION: Fire & Ice, WitchFanFic, Of Sire & Childe, anyone else, ask, and you shall receive.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Starts out Season 2, but will eventually end up in season 4 BtVs/Season 1 Angel.
DEDICATION: To Sammy, Inell, Elka, Dagney, Stasia, Ann, and the girls on the second floor.
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Willow walked into the Bronze and took a look around. She was supposed to be meeting Buffy and Xander. She spotted Xander dancing with Cordelia, and suppressed a groan. She wasn't really upset with Xander over his relationship with the cheerleader. She had been shocked, and hurt, but not for the reasons she had thought. Willow had discovered that night that she wasn't upset because he had been seeing Cordelia, but because he had lied. He had felt the need to sneak around. That was what had upset her the most. It was then that she admitted to herself that she wasn't in love with him anymore, she never really was.
She took a deep breath and looked around the club once more. Where the hell was Buffy? Willow was starting to get irritated. She didn't want to go out tonight in the first place. But Buffy had insisted. She had said that with everything that had happened in the past few weeks, since Angel had gone, and left Angelus in his place, that they needed to get out and have some fun. Willow couldn't disagree with the sentiment, but she just wasn't in the mood. And now, here she was, and Buffy didn't even show up.
Willow looked back to the dance floor where Xander was dancing with his usual Xander-flair in front of a somewhat embarrassed Cordelia. Willow couldn't suppress a giggle.
She stood up and started walking towards the back door. She had waited long enough. Buffy was almost an hour late. When Willow stepped into the cool night air, she realized that it probably wasn't the best course of action to be walking home alone, at night, especially with Angelus roaming the streets.
She shrugged off her concern as she headed home. She was about half a block from the Bronze when she felt someone behind her. She stopped, and listened, thinking she may have been imagining things. She didn't hear anything, so she breathed a sigh of relief and continued walking. After another five minutes of walking, Willow stopped again. She could swear she could feel eyes watching her. Before she could turn around, she heard it. A voice. His voice, silky, and dangerous.
"Hello, Little Girl."
*****
Buffy walked into the library with a groan.
"Giles!" When she didn't see any sign of her watcher she peeked her head into his office. Not seeing him, She called out again. "Giles! I'm back!"
Giles came wandering out of the stacks, with a book in hand, barely noticing Buffy's presence.
"Yes? Hmm? Buffy what are you doing here? I thought you had patrol?" Giles asked, barely taking notice of anything outside of the text he was reading.
Buffy frowned. "Yes. I slayed, or is it slew? Well, anyway now I'm done. I just wanted to let you know that the lull appears to be over."
Giles looked up from his book. "Hmm? Lull?" He asked, trying to process everything his Slayer had said since entering the library.
"In vampire activity. They were out in force
tonight."
Giles took off his glasses and glanced over Buffy's appearance. She was slightly disheveled, but looked unharmed.
"Are you alright?" He asked, concerned.
"Peachy." She nodded, and then frowned.
"Buffy? What is it? Did you see Angel?"
She shook her head. "No. I think I ran into almost every vamp in Sunnydale except for Angel."
"Really? You think he's planning something?"
"I don't know. I don't know what to think where he's concerned anymore." Buffy seemed lost in thought for a second, and then looked up expectantly at Giles. "Can I go now? I was supposed to meet Willow and Xander, and I'm already late."
Giles nodded. "Of course. Goodnight."
Buffy smiled slightly and headed out the door, eager to shake off the night's events with some fun with her two closest friends.
******
Druscilla came walking into the factory, holding a frightened man tightly around the throat.
"Spikey, I brought you some dinner." She
sing-songed.
Spike rolled out into the main room, and smiled slightly at the sight of his dark goddess, looking like a vision of death with her raven black hair, pale complexion, and blood red dress.
Druscilla brought the man over to Spike, forcing his neck into Spike's demon face.
"Does he taste alright?" She asked after Spike had drained the man dry and through him to the ground, replace his demon face with that of his human visage.
"Perfect, luv. How was the hunt?" He looked around the room briefly, "Where's the poof?"
Druscilla smiled as she sat across Spike's lap.
"He's got himself a new toy. A fire goddess. She will make a good mommy."
End Part 1
Willow was frozen in place at the sound of his voice. He paralyzed her with a whisper. His voice had sent a chill down her spine. She turned around, and tried to resume her normal breathing.
"Angelus."
"Willow." He smirked. He had noticed the way her body tensed when he spoke. The way her heard had sped up. He smiled to himself. This was going to be fun. She looked up into his deep, chocolate brown eyes, sparkling with mischief. "What What do you want?"
Angel chuckled at her question. "Why you, of
course."
Before she had a chance to respond, Angel grabbed her and pressed her body firmly against his. Her body tingled at the contact.
*****
Buffy walked into the bronze and looked around. She smiled when she spotted Xander and Cordelia sitting at a table.
"Hey, guys!" She flopped down in a chair across from Xander. "Where's Will?"
Xander looked around, noticing for the first time that Willow was missing.
"I don't know. She was here. Maybe she left."
Buffy nodded. "Yeah, she probably went home."
She smiled as a fast song started to play. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm in the mood for some fun!"
*****
Angelus picked Willow up and carried her off into the night. He chuckled to himself at how easy it had been. She had been alone, and surprisingly not frightened. That fact still shocked him. He had expecting to have to subdue her, carry her away screaming, or crying at the very least. He was pleased that that hadn't been the case. He did enjoy the fear, but he wanted her to be willing, it would be that much more sweet when he taunted the slayer.
******
Willow was in a daze. She was being cradled in strong arms. Arms of a killer. She hadn't even struggled when he had picked her up. There wasn't any need, she wasn't frightened. At least not in the way she should have been. There was some part of her, in the back of her mind, that was screaming at her. Telling her she was going to die. That he would kill her, just to hurt Buffy. But a larger part of her mind knew that that wouldn't happen. She wasn't exactly sure where that knowledge came from. But she felt it, and knew it to be true. That didn't change the fact that what she was doing was seriously wrong. This was Angelus. A demon. A killer. An extremely sexy demon, in leather pants but a killer nonetheless.
Willow shook herself out of her thoughts, they were only giving her a headache. As she looked around she realized where he was taking her. Angel's apartment. The one he lived in before.
Angelus loosened his grip on her as he unlocked the door, and kicked it open with his foot. He carried her to the bed, and lay her town easily. Willow just stared up at the creature standing before her. It was dark, but she could still make out his features in the blackness that surrounded them.
He stood before her, this creature of the night. As Angelus removed his coat, Willow looked into his eyes, and was almost surprised at the level of want she saw there. She had never expected to see a man look at her the way that he was now. His gaze never broke from hers as he removed his velvet shirt, and began to shed his leather pants.
His pale skin seemed to glow in the darkness. She longed to touch it. Feel his coolness against her warm skin. She sat up a little and reached out to him, wary at first, half expecting him to stop her. When he didn't she became more confidant.
Her fingers traced the contours of his chest slowly, eliciting a small groan. She smiled at the reaction, as her hands trailed downwards, helping him undo his the zipper down, enjoying the growling he was emitting at the slow torture. She moved one hand around to cup his ass, as she pressed his hardness to herself. She could feel him twitch through the leather.
"Willow" he groaned.
She looked up at him innocently. "Yes?"
Seeing his eyes glow gold, she decided that she had teased him enough. She pulled his pants down, and allowed him to step out of them. She kneeled at the edge of the bed, mere inches away from the object of her growing desire.
He stood before her, completely nude. She had never seen anything so magnificent. Truth be told she had never seen a naked man before, but she was sure he was on the above average end of the scale.
"You like?" He asked huskily. She could only nod her appreciation.
Angelus closed in on her, pressing his lips against her neck. She felt no fear at his proximity to her pulse point. He nibbled along her neck, and up to her earlobe.
"One of us is overdressed." He whispered into her hair. She pulled away from him and started to unbutton her blouse. Angelus shook his head as he drew her hands away from the buttons.
"No, let me." He bent his head down to her chest and started to release the buttons from their slots with his teeth. Willow moaned in pleasure. She had never felt anything like what was going through her body.
When she had been completely divested of her clothes, she lay back against the cool sheets. Angelus covered her body with his own. She felt his cock twitch at it's proximity to her passage. The movement caused her juices to seep out, intoxicating him with their scent.
He positioned himself at her entrance and looked into her eyes.
"Please!" She nearly begged.
He thrust into her once, breaking her maidenhead. Her cry of pain was muffled by his cold tongue plunging into her opened mouth. All of her pain was forgotten as she felt his cool mouth exploring her own.
Once she had becoming accustomed to his size, she started to thrust up against him. He responded with several thrusts of his own. Soon they were moving together in a perfect rhythm. Like their bodies had been made for one another.
She looked up into the eyes of his demon, and only felt her passion grown. He was making her feel things she had never believed possible.
Willow could feel her walls tighten around him as he bent his head to nip along her neck with his fangs. He bit into her gently as suckled the blood out through the two holes. She arched up into him, taking more of his length into her tight passage. She felt him spill his cold seed into her womb as she reached her climax, screaming his name.
She dug her nails into his back, as she writhed under him, not wanting the pleasure to end. They rode their climax together for what seemed like hours. Willow finally collapsed, her muscles tight with overuse. She still gripped him firmly against her. He licked at the punctures he had made, as her breathing returned to normal.
"Wow" She breathed. He chuckled, and nodded against her neck at the
sentiment. He inhaled deeply, and Willow felt his cock twitch inside her
as he moved his head lower and sucked the beads of sweat off of her neck,
all the way down, until he reached her breasts. She arched into him, eager
for the contact. She felt the tingling inside of her grow until all she
wanted was to scream out his name, over and over again.
All that could be hear in the silent room were the groans, grunts and growls of passion as the couple hit climax after climax.
******
Angelus awoke to find himself still entwined with Willow. He looked over at the redhead, who was sleeping peacefully.
"Mine" He whispered possessively to her. She smiled in her sleep.
He extricated himself from her embrace, being careful not to wake her.
He quickly dressed and left the apartment, heading back to the factory.
The sun would be rising soon, and he wanted to be sure to be inside by
then.
******
Willow woke up to an empty bed. For a moment she wasn't sure where she was. As she looked around in the darkened room, memories of her night with Angelus came flooding back to her. She felt her face flush as she remembered the feelings of lust she had felt for him. That she still felt for him.
She pulled herself out of bed, and hurriedly got dressed. She had barely enough time to run home to shower and change before school.
As she let the hot water from the shower wash over her sour muscles, she waited. Waited for the feelings of guilt, and regret and shame at what she had done. They never came. The only thing she was feeling was longing. Longing to be with him again, and fear. Fear that she wouldn't.
Willow tried to brush her feelings aside as she got dressed for school. She didn't know what she would tell the others, if she would tell them anything.
End Part 2
Willow walked into the library and took a look around. Xander was half-asleep on the table, while Cordelia filed her nails and looked bored. Giles was closed in his office talking to Jenny Calendar. They had finally started to put their relationship back on track after everything that had happened. She was happy for them..
"Hey guys!" Willow said as she sat down in front of the computer.
"Wills! Where'd you run off to last night?" Xander startled at Willow's voice.
Willow shrugged, keeping her back to Xander as a blush spread across her face. "I got tired, so I thought I should go to bed." * Okay, so that wasn't a complete lie. * She turned around and smiled as she set to work. There had been a rash of animal attacks on the previous two nights. Giles' suspected it was a werewolf.
After about thirty minutes of research, Willow shut down the computer, and headed out to her first class. She was relieved that Buffy and Xander hadn't made a big deal about her leaving the Bronze the previous night. She didn't want to lie to them, but at the same time, she couldn't tell them the truth. They wouldn't understand. She didn't understand it herself.
All she knew was that Angelus had made her feel things that she had only read about. Things that she was afraid she would never feel again. She knew that although the sex was incredible, Angelus didn't really have an interest in her. He only slept with her as a means to upset Buffy. That fact brought a fear within her. She knew that Buffy would never understand, never forgive her for what she had done, what she wanted to do again. She also knew that She would never feel that way again. She would never be that close to him again. She would probably never see him again, outside of his usual taunting.
Willow sighed heavily as she walked down the hall. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't see him until she had bumped into him.
"Willow?" Are you alright?"
"Oz? Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. How are you?" Willow asked. A few days ago she would have been happy to see Oz, but things had changed.
"Good." Oz answered.
They stood there in silence for a moment before Willow broke it. "I, uh, have class, so, I have to go there." She pointed to a classroom a few feet away. He nodded, and she walked away from him, feeling slightly uncomfortable. They hadn't really dated, but there was definitely date potential. She liked him. He was a nice guy, in a quiet sardonic kind of way. A week ago, she would have been disappointed he hadn't asked her out, now she was just relieved.
*****
Angelus lay in his bed and groaned. He couldn't sleep. He had spent the entire morning thinking about Willow, and he hated himself for it. He hadn't planned on seeing her again after that night. No. The plan had been to deflower the virgin, taunt Buffy, kill Buffy. That had been the plan. But now, he realized that the plan had gone out the window the minute he had Willow. She wasn't a means to an end. She was his. She had made him feel things that he didn't think he was capable anymore. And unlike soul-boy's time with the Slayer, he didn't hate her for it. His demon accepted her. He growled at that realization.
"What the hell is the matter with me?" He snarled to himself in the silent room.
******
Willow was glad when school was finally over. She was supposed to meet in the library for research, but she had told everyone she wasn't feeling well, and was going home to get some rest. That had actually been her plan. However, she found herself being drawn to Angel's apartment, by some unseen force. She couldn't stop it, she wasn't sure if she wanted to.
When she reached the building, Willow hesitated. She didn't know why she had come. What she had expected to find. He wasn't here, and he probably wouldn't come back. It didn't matter.
She tried the door, but found it locked. * Crap! * She thought to herself. Then she noticed a window. Which didn't make a whole lot of sense. It looked out over an underground parking structure. * Who would put a window there? * She wondered, but then decided it didn't matter. Due to its location, it wasn't covered and locked like the others. S he decided it was just large enough for her to crawl through. And so she did.
Willow realized she was quickly losing any rational thought that she had ever possessed. What was she doing crawling through a window of an apartment belonging to a killer? She didn't have that answer. Nor did she care to find it. She was swiftly approaching the past of no return.
When she entered the apartment, and closed and locked the window behind her, she took a look around. It was the same. Nothing had changed from that morning when she had left. Not that she had really expected it to. But if comforted her to know that it was the same. It was like the solid object that reminded you that you weren't dreaming. She clung to the realization that it wasn't a dream as she wandered into the bedroom. She stared at the sheets, still rumpled from the previous night's activities.
She found herself growing sleepy. She had had very little sleep the night before, and the stress of the day had taken a lot out of her.
Willow climbed onto the bed and instantly fell asleep, clutching one of the black satin-laced pillows, which still smelled of Angelus.
And that was how he found her.
End Part 3
When Angelus awoke, his mood hadn't changed. He had slept, but it was a dream-riddled sleep. Dreams filled with the redhead that seemed to be plaguing his every thought. He growled as he entered the main room.
"What's the matter, pops?" Spike smirked. "Your new toy didn't play nice?"
Angelus stalked over to his childe, rolling him back into the wall, and pressing his face inches from his own. "What do you know, Rollerboy?" He hissed.
"Daddy's fire goddess is waiting for him." Druscilla sing-songed as she entered the room.
Angelus took a step back from Spike and turned to Druscilla. "Dru, baby? What do you know?" His voice was calm, belieing the rage that boiled beneath the surface.
"The tree weeps."
Angelus didn't wait for her to continue. He grabbed his trench coat and left the factory, and hurried to Willow's house. Well, that had been his intention. Somewhere along the way, he got side tracked. He found himself drawn to his old apartment. He didn't know why. Until the previous night, he hadn't been back there since he had changed. There was nothing about the apartment that he wanted to be reminded of. He had only taken her there because he knew he wouldn't be interrupted. But now, he was feeling this pull, taking him there. When he arrived he walked in and was immediately assaulted by her scent. It was everywhere. His body moved of it's own accord as he walked to the bedroom. He found her on the bed, asleep. She was clutching one of the pillows like a lifeline.
He fought the urge to go to her, to ravage her once more. He turned away from her abruptly, and left the room snarling. He needed to get out. Go and kill something, violently. He hated the way he was feeling, the way she was making him feel.
He left the apartment, in search of challenging prey. He hoped he would run into the Slayer. He would relish taunting her with what he had tone with her little friend. He chuckled in anticipation.
******
Willow awoke to silence. For a moment, she had forgotten where she was. Then she breathed, inhaling the sharp aroma that was Angelus. She opened her eyes, and took in the darkness. For a moment, she had felt complete. She had felt whole. But now the feeling was gone, and she just felt as if she was missing some vital organ.
Willow climbed out of bed, and realizing that it was early evening, she decided that she should go back to the library and help the others. She wasn't really looking forward to a night of research. But she had to get out, get away from the emptiness she was feeling. Maybe she could keep her mind of it, if she could occupy herself with something else.
She left Angel's apartment, leaving the door unlocked, in case she wanted to come back, and headed towards the library.
******
Angelus chuckled to himself as he let the body drop to the floor. She had been easy prey. She didn't run when she had seen him. Didn't she know it was dangerous to be walking around alone at night? He had only given her just enough of his own blood to bring her over, thereby ensuring that her slumber would be long. They would believe she had died, until it was too late. He grinned as he imagined the look on Buffy's face.
His thoughts were interrupted by a new scent. Something he couldn't quite place. It seemed familiar somehow. Angelus turned the corner and growled, coming face to face with the owner of the scent. A werewolf. The wolf just stared at him, grunting and sniffing. He seemed unsure as to whether or not he should attack the vampire. Angelus growled loudly, his eyes glowing yellow, sending the werewolf scurrying in the opposite direction.
Angelus chuckled as he headed towards the cemetery. He was in a much better mood, but he still hoped he would run into the slayer. Some good old-fashioned taunting would be the perfect topper to the evening.
*****
"Are you sure you're up to it?" Buffy asked Willow as they left the library.
"Yep. I'm sure. We haven't patrolled in awhile."
"But you said you weren't feeling well?" Buffy asked looking Willow over carefully.
"I'm fine really. Now lets go dust some vamps!"
Willow smiled cheerfully as they headed towards the cemetery.
End Part 4
Buffy and Willow strolled through cemetery, taking in the eerie silence. That had been patrolling for over an hour and yet to see a single vampire.
"This is giving me the wiggins" Buffy broke the silence.
Willow nodded. "Yeah, it is fairly freaksome. You said they were out in force last night?"
Before she could answer, Buffy heard a noise from somewhere behind her. She felt the presence more than saw it, telling her it was a vampire. She stopped, and whispered for Willow to move out of the way.
Willow looked towards the shadows, trying to see what it was Buffy had heard. She couldn't see anything. It was too dark. But it didn't matter. She knew it was him, and a feeling of dread over came her. This was it. This was the moment her world would come crashing down. He was here to tell Buffy about what they had done, and her life would be over, figuratively if not literally.
"Hello, Lover" Angelus' voice was silky as he came out of the shadows, smirking at both girls.
Buffy tensed when she saw he step out of the shadows. She was still unused to seeing the demon that wore her lover's face.
"Isn't that getting a bit old, Lover?" She sneered.
Angelus was about to tell the slayer it wasn't her he had been speaking to when his eyes locked with Willow's, and a wave of desire washed over him, unlike anything he had ever felt. He saw it mirrored in her eyes, along with something else. Fear. She was afraid. And he was overcome with the desire to protect this creature from anything that threatened to hurt her. He tore his gaze away from her and looked to Buffy, who was in a fighting stance, prepared to fight him if she had to. He chuckled.
"Oh, Lover, I'm wounded. I didn't come here to fight." His voice was mocking, reminding Buffy that this wasn't her Angel.
"Why are you here?" Buffy asked warily.
Angelus clutched his hand to his chest in an act of wounded pride. "Lover, I missed you. I thought maybe we could kiss and make up." He stepped closer to Buffy, being careful not to look at Willow, "Or not." He smirked as he turned around and disappeared into the shadows.
******
Willow was in a daze, Angelus' words echoing in her head. A part of her was shocked that he hadn't told Buffy, another part of her knew why. He still wanted the slayer. He wanted her in his bed, and didn't want her to know what had happened. This revelation hurt her more than she would have thought possible. She knew that the night they spent together meant nothing to Angelus, but still finding out that he still desired her best friend, was like a slap in the face, reminding her, once again that she was second best.
Willow pulled herself out of her inner thoughts and turned to Buffy. "Are you alright? She asked, not really caring at that moment. She was numb, she couldn't feel anything.
Buffy nodded. "How about you?"
"I'm fine, but I really should get home." Willow told her as she started heading out of the cemetery, towards her house.
"Ok, I'll walk you home." Buffy told her as she fell into step beside her.
*******
Angelus snarled at himself as he made his way down the streets of Sunnydale. * What the hell is the matter with me? I had a perfect opportunity to hurt Buffy, and I just let it slip away * He growled in frustration as he realized he had unknowingly walked to Willow's house.
He climbed up to her balcony and let himself in through her French doors, and waited.
*******
Willow was exhausted when she reached her house. Buffy had talked the entire way home. Willow couldn't remember about what. She couldn't stay focussed. Her mind kept drifting back to Angelus. They way it felt to be in his arms the night before. The way he looked at her in the cemetery, as though he could see into her very soul, and finally the way he spoke to Buffy. He was mocking her. Telling her that he could never want her, once he had had the Slayer. He had had desire in his eyes when he looked at her, but it was obviously meant for Buffy.
So lost in her own thoughts was she, that Willow almost missed the feeling tugging at the back of her mind, telling her that she was not alone. She closed the French doors behind her, and without turning around, she spoke.
"You didn't tell her." Her voice was soft. So soft that had it not been for his vampiric hearing, he probably wouldn't have heard her.
"Noticed that, did you?" Angelus asked from directly behind her. When she turned around, he placed a forceful kiss on her lips, bringing back all of the emotions she had tried to bury. She returned the kiss, feeling a blinding passion building within her.
******
His complicated mind was losing all coherent thought as she devoured his mouth with her own. And then it stopped. Willow withdrew from the kiss and pushed her body away from his, and walked to the other side of the room. He turned to watch her pacing small circles across her floor.
"Why are you here, Angelus?" She asked looking into his eyes. The anger he saw there startled him. He wondered what was going on inside her head. He didn't know what to tell him. He wasn't exactly sure why he had come.
"I'm not sure." He told her honestly. She looked at him quizzically.
"Alright. I'll tell you why you're here." She paused, and after noting she had his full attention she continued.
"You got all worked up seeing Buffy, and you thought you could come and Fuck your little whore." She looked up at him with a fire in her eyes. "How am I doing?"
"Is that what you think this is?" He asked, trying to process what she had said, and why she was so angry.
"Isn't it?" She asked, growing more irritated by the second.
"No."
Willow was surprised by his simple answer. But it didn't assuage her anger at being second choice to this demon. "That's not the way I see it. You got all turned on seeing Buffy tonight, so you decided to come and get some from little old boring second place Willow!" She snapped.
Angelus chuckled, realization dawning. "Is that what you think? That the Slayer turned me on?" Willow nodded, "Not even close. Why would I want her, when I can have you?" He asked huskily, sending chills down her spine.
Angelus stalked over to her and pushed her against the bed. He climbed and top of her, letting her feel his erection through his leather pants.
"Feel that?" He asked as he pressed firmly against her. "You did that. Not the slayer."
Willow's eyes grew wide at the desire she saw in his eyes. She arched
up claiming his lips with her own in a hungry kiss,
End Part 5
Her heart had stopped beating, or maybe it was beating too quickly. She wasn't sure anymore. All thoughts were muddled in her brain. There was nothing coherent. No thought which made any sense. There was only sensation. The way he touched her skin with his cold hands, making her feel as though it was on fire. The moan that escaped his lips as she ravished his body with her tongue. The way his fangs felt as he nipped along her stomach, her breasts, and finally her collarbone. It was all about sensation.
Willow felt his fangs pierce the skin on her throat felt the blood being sucked, tenderly. She felt how he took her. Possessed her. Claimed her.
And then it was over, her mind a foggy mass of sensations. As she drifted off blissfully, she heard his possessive claim and nodded.
"Mine."
******
Druscilla danced into Spike's room, smiling.
"What is it, Luv?" Spike asked, wondering what had pleased his Dark Goddess.
"Daddy. He's claimed the fire princess." She sing-songed as she twirled around the room. "Soon we'll be a family."
Spike rolled across the room and grabbed Druscilla, pulling her into his lap. "Sure, Pet, That we will." She smiled brightly into his eyes, "And that nasty Slayer won't be able to stop us."
Spike's smile died on his lips as he realized the implications of what Druscilla had been trying to tell him.
"The red-headed hacker? She's the fire goddess?" He asked, a feeling of dread washing over him.
"But don't worry, Spikey. She'll make a good mommy!"
******
Willow opened her eyes to find Angelus staring at her, a cocky grin plastered on his face. She sat up abruptly, and looked at the clock. It was just before five A.M.
"What are you doing here?" She asked as she climbed out of bed and got
dressed. When she turned back around, she noticed that Angelus hadn't moved
but he had his eyebrows raised in response to her question. "I uh, I mean,
what are you still doing here?" She asked, as her face turned the same
shade as her hair. "I expected you to be gone. You know killing, and maiming?"
She asked, grinning slightly. She looked back to the clock.
"It will be sunrise soon." She took a step closer to the vampire, allowing him to grab her and crush her lips in a bruising kiss. When Willow broke the kiss in order to suck in some much needed air; Angelus took the opportunity to nip at her ears, and down her throat with his tongue. She moaned against him as he licked at the two small puncture wounds.
Willow forced herself to push him away. "You should
go."
Angelus stood up and turned to leave, but grabbed her and forced her to look into his eyes. He gripped her chin forcefully.
"You're mine. Don't ever forget that. I'll leave the slayer alone... for now. But if she get in my way, or tries to take you from me." he let the words hang.
Willow tried to nod her understanding, but his grip was too tight.
"Understand? Mine."
"Yes. Yours."
****
Jenny Calendar sat at her desk going over what was left of the curse
her people had performed. It didn't make any sense. Several key passages
were missing, and a translation was going to be nearly impossible. Jenny
sighed heavily and started to work on the computer program she hoped would
help her to restore Angel's soul.
****
Willow was started to open her front door and find Oz standing on the other side.
"Oz?" She asked warily. She didn't know he had even known where she lived. They had always met at the library the few times they had gone out.
"Willow."
"What are you doing here?" She asked as she walked passed him into her front yard. Oz grabbed her wrist forcefully and pulled her to him.
"What are you doing?" She tried to keep her voice steady but she was growing increasingly worried. He had never touched her, not once. Not even to hold hands, or even to try and kiss her.
Oz pulled her to him and kissed her forcefully. She didn't return the kiss, instead struggling against him. Her struggles only made him plunder her mouth with more strength. Willow whimpered against him. He grip was like steel and she found herself pushed against the side of the house, inches from her porch. His aggressive actions her frightening her. She looked frantically around for something to hit him with. Finally her eyes settled on a plant just out of her reach. She moved towards it slowly.
Oz, thinking she was enjoying his actions, let her move to one side. He pushed her head hardly into the wall, causing her to cry out in pain. When her mouth opened, he forced his tongue inside. And then he was filled with immense pain. First from him tongue, where she had bitten it, and second from something heavy hitting him over the head.
*****
After Oz's body has slumped to the floor, Willow ran. She ran to the only place that she could feel safe. The only person who she knew wouldn't hurt her, or judge her.
End Part 6
Willow ran as fast as she could to the factory. She only had a vague idea of her surroundings as she ran. Several times she looked over her shoulder, making sure that Oz hadn't followed her.
She had been terrified of coming to the factory when Angelus has mentioned it, but she no longer cared. Her only thought was of getting to him. He would protect her.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Willow realized that she should have gone to the library, to Giles. However, she couldn't face them. Her friends. She couldn't tell them that Oz had attacked her. She couldn't tell them why, she didn't even understand why. And she didn't care. She just wanted to feel safe. Even if it was in the arms of a killer.
******
Oz awoke with a blinding headache. He looked around and tried to remember where he was and what had happened. He sat up slowly, only to have his head shake with pain, and his mouth fill with the taste of blood. His own blood.
For several minutes, he sat on the cold ground and tried to remember what had happened. He looked himself over slowly. Finding that other than his headache and a swollen tongue, he seemed to be fine. Oz stood up and walked out to the street where his van was parked. His mind was still hazy. The last thing he could remember clearly was going to bed early after an afternoon of practice with the band. Everything after that was a blank.
Oz shook his head slowly as he headed to the school.
*******
Buffy stormed into the library, as scowl on her face. Giles, Xander and Cordelia looked up from their seats surrounding the table.
"What's the what, Buff?" Xander asked, hoping there was some imminent danger that would tear him away from research.
"It attacked again." Buffy told them sadly.
"Theresa. She's dead."
Silence enveloped the room as everyone was reminded of how dangerous living on the Hellmouth was.
"Are you sure?" Cordelia's question broke the deathly quiet.
"Of course I'm sure. It was on the radio!" Buffy snapped.
"No, are you sure it was the werewolf?" Cordelia clarified with a roll of her eyes.
"Yes. Well, no. I don't know." Buffy crinkled her brows in confusion.
"What did the radio say exactly?" Giles asked patiently.
The swinging of the library doors interrupted Buffy's response. Oz walked in and looked around.
"Hey Oz." Xander waved cheerfully. "Wills not here."
Oz paled visibly at the mention of Willow as the memories came flooding back. They were crystal clear in his mind. He smiled at the memory, and then frowned as he realized that she had run away, and wasn't here, in the library. * Where else would she have gone? * He wondered.
As quickly as he had entered, he turned around and left.
Buffy stared after him quizzically and then turned back to the table.
"Now where were we?"
*****
Angelus awoke with a growl. Willow was in pain. He could feel it. He jumped out of bed, and ran out of his room, barely stopping to pull on his leather pants.
He paced restlessly around the main room. His mate was in trouble, and there wasn't anything he could do about it.
"Marcus!" He bellowed. When the vampire entered the room, he stared menacing at him.
"Get some of the servants, and go into the city. FindWillow."
Marcus nodded and turned to leave only to be stopped by Angelus' steel voice.
"If anything happens to her, you'll be begging for an eternity of torture."
Marcus stiffened at the master's words and then left silently.
*****
Willow slowed her pace as she neared the factory. A small fear, at the back of her mind had started to grip her. She was running into the den of a killer. Several killers in fact. There were so many ways in which she could die, but somewhere deep inside of her, Willow knew that she was safe. So, she trudged on. The closer she got to the Factory, the safer she felt.
When she reached the doors, she knocked loudly. After a moment, the door was swung open and she came face to face with a small little man. He wasn't much taller than she was. He had beady little eyes, and greasy hair. She gulped loudly, and tried to think of a good reason for what she was doing there where he grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside, slamming the door shut.
The little man pushed Willow into another room and hurried away before she had a chance to ask him any questions. She found herself in a large room with a long table. She noticed a couple of rose bushes and wondered why there would be rose bushes in this place.
"Would you like some tea?" The voice came from behind Willow and she whirled around to face Druscilla. She smiled easily at the vampiress. She wasn't frightened.
"Yes, I'd like that."
Druscilla smiled. "Good. Daddy will be worried. Come, I'll bring you to him." The vampiress grabbed Willows hand and led her into another room.
"Daddy, look who I found." Druscilla's voice held a hint of pleasure at her discovery.
Angelus rushed to Willow and crushed her in a bruising hug. That's when he smelled it. Blood. Her blood mixed in with another smell, which was at once familiar. He snarled, as he carried Willow over to the small couch.
"The wolf. He did this?" He asked, trying to keep his voice calm.
Willow shook her head. "No. Oz. It was Oz." Her voice was barely a whisper.
Angelus looked puzzled for a moment. "Are you sure? I can smell him on you."
Willow shrank back at the apparent accusation. Angelus, noticing her reaction, pulled her closer, so her head was resting on his chest.
"What happened?" His words were soft, belying the rage that boiled within.
Willow swallowed, and began to tell him what had happened. As she relayed the events of the morning, her mind kept focusing on his words. She turned to look into his dark eyes, glinting dangerously in the darkness of the room.
"What did you mean earlier? About the wolf?" Willow asked as her mind started to put all the pieces together. When he didn't answer her, she asked another question.
"You think Oz is the werewolf?"
Angelus nodded. My nose doesn't lie. It's him." He turned towards the doorway, where Spike had rolled in.
"Find the wolf. Bring him here!"
Spike turned and barked orders to some of the minions, who scampered away.
Druscilla waltzed into the room carrying a tray with tea and set it on the table in front of the couch. She placed one cup in Willows shaking hands and smiled down at the redhead. "Don't worry, Mommy. Daddy will take care of the mean dog."
Willow smiled at the vampiress and sipped her tea.
******
Oz had looked all over the school for Willow and hadn't found her anywhere. He wanted to finish wha the had started. He didn't know what was happening to him, but he felt different, stronger. It was time for him to claim what was his.
He left the school to search the town for Willow. She couldn't hide forever. He hadn't made it more than a few yards when he was grabbed from behind and knocked unconscious.
End Part 7
Oz opened his eyes, and tried to adjust to the darkness. It was cold, and there was a stale smell in the air. Something he couldn't quite place. He tried to move, but found he was being held down, buy what he wasn't sure.
He looked up to find his armed chained securely to a wall behind him. He looked down, and groaned at the pain in his head. His feet were fastened just as tightly as his arms, and he was completely nude. A sudden rush of fear ran through him as he tried to remember where he was, or how he had gotten there.
******
Angelus was furious. He couldn't remember when he had felt this much rage, and over a mortal no less. He paced around the room restlessly. His servants had brought the wolf to the mansion several hours ago, unconscious and bleeding. There so many things he wanted to do to the boy. So many ways in which he could make him scream out in agony. But he wanted him to be conscious, to feel every excruciating moment, so he had to wait.
Spike rolled into the room, stopping just in front of his sire, an evil glint in his ice blue eyes.
"He's awake."
Angelus smiled wickedly at his childe and then his expression turned serious.
"Willow? Where is she?" He asked, unsure how she would react to the boys impending torture.
"She's with Dru, having tea and cakes." Spike raisedhis eyebrows as he rolled out of the room, followed byAngelus, who was anxious to get on with the show.
******
"And this is Miss Edith. She likes you. She told me you'd make a good mommy." Druscilla introduced her favorite doll to her new redheaded mommy.
Willow smiled at the vampiress, feeling completely at ease in her company.
She took another sip of tea, and waited patiently for the screams she knew would be coming soon.
*****
"Well, well. Looky what we have here? Spike my boy, I think it's time to play."
Angelus smirked as he saw the color drain from the wolf's face. This was going to be fun.
******
Oz started to panic when he saw Angelus enter the room, followed by a wheelchair bound Spike. He heard the mocking in his voice, and felt his fear grip him. He didn't know how he had been grabbed, in broad daylight no less, but he knew that he didn't have long to live.
"Why? Why am I here?" He rasped out. His voice was raw from lack of use. He was unsure how long he had been unconscious. But if the aches in his arms and legs were any indication, it had been awhile.
Angelus stalked over to the wolf and snarled into his face. "You touched something that was mine. For that you pay." Angelus turned his head and held his hand out to Spike, who through him his lighter. Angelus returned his gaze to the Wolf, sparking the flame as he did so.
"Do you know what it feels like to have the hair burned from your body?" Angelus edged the lighter closer, running the flaming frighteningly close to the bare skin along his chest. He stopped in the cavity between the boy's nipples. Spike rolled up behind his sire, and unlit cigarette in his hand. He moved the cigarette to the center of the flame, and then took a puff.
Angelus chuckled as he watched his childe burn the skin off of one nipple. The wolf's screams were music to his ears.
Angelus backhanded the boy forcefully, sending his head reeling into the wall.
"No, you can't scream yet. We haven't even started."
******
Druscilla noticed the way Willow's heart had sped up at the first howling scream. She grabbed the young girls' hands and led her out of the room.
"Come."
"Where are we going?" Willow asked curiously.
"I'm hungry." Druscilla pouted.
Willow nodded and followed the vampire out of the factory and into the night.
******
End Part 8
Willow walked silently behind the vampiress, warily looking around for any sign of Buffy. She didn't know how she would explain what she was doing walking around the cemetery with Druscilla. She watched the way the vampire moved. She was so graceful. Her time at the factory had been spent almost solely with the vampiress, and she had come to like her. It was strange, but she felt a sort of kin-ship with her. And understanding, she couldn't quite explain. She was deadly, but yet she was also very much like a child. She had enjoyed meeting her dolls and having tea and cakes, as absurd as that sounded.
Willow stopped abruptly when she noticed Druscilla tense. The vampire was looking around wildly, before she turned around to face Willow.
"Dru? What is it?" Willow asked cautiously.
Before Druscilla could answer, Willow heard the unmistakable sound of laughter. Her face paled as she realized what it was she was hearing.
"The slayer." Druscilla acknowledged as Willow ducked behind a tree.
*****
Oz groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. His body felt like it was being burned from the inside out. He opened his eyes to see Angelus sitting on a bench not too far away, staring at him with cold eyes.
Oz tried to speak, but his voice was hoarse from screaming, so it came out as a strangled moan. He took a breath of stale air and tried again.
"Why?" He croaked.
Angelus chuckled, however the amusement never reached his eyes.
"You attacked my mate." He shrugged slightly as he stood up and approached the boy. At Oz's confusion, he elaborated.
"Willow. She's mine." Angelus smirked at the look of disbelief that crossed the boy's eyes.
Angelus held a knife, which glowed, in the low light of the room. He ran the cold metal along the boy's tender skin, enjoying the pain it caused. He leaned down to whisper in Oz's ear. "Tell me when it hurts."
******
Buffy stiffened as she came into a section of cemetery. She could feel a vampire's presence. She searched the area with her eyes, as she pulled a stake out of her pocket.
Buffy nodded her head to Xander, motioning for him to go in the opposite direction. Xander pulled out a vial of holy water and a stake and looked carefully for any sign of vampire activity.
Xander jumped back when he heard a chuckle from somewhere behind him. He turned around to see three vampires come out from behind a tree.
"Well, lookey what we have here?" One of the fledglings said from a couple of feet away from Xander.
"It's the slayer's pup? Where is she?" Another fledgling sneered.
"Right here." Buffy smiled as she swiftly staked the third vampire.
*****
Willow watched in horror as the three vampires encircled Xander. Her fear was only slightly abated when Buffy staked one of them. She knew that Buffy could easily take care of the two that were left, however she was also highly aware that Druscilla wasn't far away, and was unsure of what the vampiress would do. Almost as if on cue, Druscilla approached the small group.
*******
Oz tried not to cry out, but it was a losing battle. His body begged for peace, begged to die. But his mind railed at what Angelus had told him. The animal in him wanted nothing more than wipe the smug look off of Angelus' face, and take what was his. He knew that he had to live through this, if for no other reason that to take Willow, and make her his.
*******
Druscilla watched in barely concealed amusement as the three fledglings descended on the boy. She frowned when she saw the slayer come to his rescue. She felt Willow's fear escalate as she approached the four.
"Pst, Pst, Deary, look who's come out to play?" Druscilla sing-songed, as she circled around the small group.
"Druscilla." Buffy hissed, holding her stake tightly.
Druscilla ignored Buffy and turned her attention to the two vampires. "Tsk, tsk, tsk." She clasped her hands on the two fledglings, digging her nails into their shoulders.
"Naughty, naughty. You know the Slayer belongs to the master, and yet here you are."
She didn't wait for the fledglings to beg for their lives. She released her grip on one of them and traced his jugular with her finger. When she reached a tender spot, Druscilla dug her nail in deeper, drawing blood. She watched the vampire's golden eyes as he realized he unlife was at an end. She smiled wickedly as she descended her fangs and drained him.
Once he had disintegrated into a pile of dust, Druscilla turned her attention to the other vampire. He was shaking in fear at what the vampiress would do. Druscilla smiled as she picked the fledgling up. She tossed him at Buffy, and turned to walk away, calling over her shoulder.
"Consider it a gift, Slayer. Happy Birthday!" She chuckled as she disappeared into the darkness.
******
Xander sat in shock as he watched Druscilla kill the fledgling. After she had left the cemetery, he turned to Buffy just in time to see her stake the vampire Druscilla had tossed at their feet.
"Whoa. That was.. just weird."
Buffy nodded her agreement as she helped Xander to his feet. The two walked back to the library in silence. Neither knew what to make of the strange events of the last few days. The strange vampire activity, Willow's absence from school, Oz's disappearance, and now, Druscilla was killing one of her own kind. It was all a little surreal.
******
Willow relaxed when she saw that Druscilla wasn't going to attack her friends. She didn't know what she would have done if that had happened. She was confused. She didn't know where her loyalties lay. She loved her friends, and didn't want anything to happen to them, but at the same time, she was mated to Angelus, and nothing short of death was going to keep her from him.
"Little tree, don't worry, Daddy will fix everything." Druscilla's lilting voice broke Willow out of her internal conflict. She turned to see the vampiress holding out a hand to her. She took it and they walked quietly back to the factory.
When they entered through the heavy doors of the factory, the first thing Willow noticed was the silence. She walked slowly through the building, towards where she knew Angelus was. She could feel him. She used this new added sense to guide her. When she reached a heavy door, she hesitated, knowing that this was probably where they were keeping Oz.
After a moment, Willow overcame her fear, and pushed the door open. The room was dark, and the air was stale. She made her way into the room, and gasped as she saw Oz chained to the wall. His eyes held a hatred she had never scene. She stared into them, searching for some semblance of what she had felt for him. When she found none, Willow turned her attention to her mate who was sitting on a bench a few feet away smoking a cigarette. She walked to him and allowed him to grab her and kiss her fiercely.
"How was the hunt, pet?" Spike asked for a darkened corner of the room.
Willow turned her head around, breaking contact with Angelus' lips. She smiled at the blond vampire.
"Fine." She turned back to Angelus, avoiding looking at Oz. "I should be going home." She told him quietly.
Angelus shook his head. "No. You stay here. I don't want you leaving."
"But..." Willow started to protest but was silenced by the look on Angelus' face. She nodded. "Okay. But I have school tomorrow. I can't miss another day. They'll start to ask questions."
Angelus growled slightly then nodded his agreement. "Fine. But I want you back here afterwards." When Willow didn't respond he continued, "I don't want to have to come after you."
"Whore!" Oz's weak snarl surprised Willow. She turned to look at the werewolf, confusion on her face. "You're nothing but a whore." He rasped out.
Willow turned away from him, not allowing him to see
her tears. She headed towards the door when his next
words stopped her. "But I will have you, even if I
have to kill you to do it!"
Willow never turned around, but heard the scream that came next. She knew that Angelus wouldn't allow such a threat to go unpunished, and felt a wave of pleasure go through her. The feeling was replaced by guilt when she realized that she was enjoying the pain Angelus was causing. She ran out of the room and down the dark hall until she reached the room that Angelus slept in. She sunk into the soft bed and cried herself to sleep.
End Part 9
Willow walked into the library with a smile on her face. She was hoping nobody had noticed that she hadn't been sleeping in her own bed for the past couple of weeks.
Ever since Oz had attacked her, Angelus had insisted she spend the evenings with him. She had begged of bronzing for the simple reason that she would rather spend the time with Angelus and his 'children'.
To his credit, Angelus had left Buffy alone, for the most part. He still enjoyed taunting her, but Willow realized that wasn't going to change. And as long as he didn't kill her, Willow was going to count herself lucky. She had been slowly drifting away from her life with the Scooby gang, although they didn't seem to notice. She still researched with them, and spent time with them during school. But afterwards, she always went home. Home. She didn't know when she had started considering the Factory home, but it had happened.
Willow had come to accept Oz's fate. A part of her mourned his loss, even though technically he was still alive. His death was inevitable. Even he had realized that. He spent the first week cursing Willow and swearing that she would be his. But by the second week, his mind had shut down, and his body would soon be following. She estimated another day at the most, and she could close that chapter of her life.
She knew that what Angelus and Spike were doing to him was unthinkable, but yet she thought it. She even wanted it. The things he had said to her still haunted her dreams. Even in her waking hours she could hear his harsh words in her head. The things he said he would do to her, things he claimed she wanted painted an ugly picture in her mind. A picture she desperately wanted to erase. It was these constant, haunting images, which allowed her to accept Oz's fate. They allowed her to live with herself over the death he brought on himself.
*******
Oz felt his life ebbing away. He didn't know how long he had been kept in this dungeon. Tortured for hours on end. He had lost the use of his legs several days ago, and now his tongue joined them in a peaceful oblivion. He willed his body to shut itself down, to let him die.
In the beginning he was furious. He wanted to show Willow who she belonged to. He wanted to beat some sense into her. Oz knew that if he could just hold out, he would be all right. When the full moon came, he would be strong enough to break free, and then he would kill Angelus and take Willow as his mate. This belief had sustained him for the first week, but as the pain became more and more unbearable, his mind started to shut down, and now he begged for death. He wanted nothing more than to enter into oblivion.
He was about to get his wish.
******
Druscilla crept down to the room the wolf was being kept in. She heard the whimpers and groans of agony and smiled. His pain was a sweet victory for Little Tree. But it was time to end the nightmares. Miss Edith had told her that mommy wouldn't sleep until the bad dog was dead. Only then would her mind be at rest.
She approached the wall and smiled as the wolf stared at her with horror in his eyes. Her true face slid on as she spoke.
"You hurt Mommy. I don't like it when Mommy hurts." She paused as she looked up at the ceiling, as if deep in thought. "
Miss Edith says your blood is rich. It contains the power of the beast." She reached down and sunk her fangs into the boy, draining the last breath of life from him. When she felt him slump even further into the wall, she smiled.
"Miss Edith Never lies."
******
Spike walked into the main room of the factory and grinned when he saw his sire sketching Willow from memory. Angelus looked up, and smirked at the site of his childe walking again. He had regained his strength, and that pleased him. They were back to hunting together again. It was something he had missed.
"What are you doing up? The sun has barely risen." Angelus frowned when he saw the serious expression, which had replaced Spike's earlier grin.
"The wolf is dead." Spike informed him, and paused before continuing, "Drained."
"What?!?" Angelus growled. If anybody was going to drain the wolf-boy, it was going to be him. "Who?" He demanded.
"Dru. She did it for Willow." Spike told him, and quickly hurried to explain. "She said that Miss Edith told her that Willow couldn't get past the nightmares until he was dead, so she killed him."
Angelus nodded his understanding.
"For Willow." He turned back to his sketch without another word.
Spike left quietly, knowing better than to press the issue. When he entered Druscilla's room, he found her having tea with her dolls.
"Come to bed, pet. It's late."
Druscilla smiled at her love. "Was daddy mad?" She asked as she followed Spike to the bed.
"He'll get over it."
******
"Hey Wills!" Xander waved from across the cafeteria.
"Hey Xander." She smiled as she walked over to the table he was sharing with Buffy and Cordelia.
"Where've you been?" Buffy asked as Willow slid into a chair opposite her.
"Been? I, uh, I haven't been anywhere. Except for here, which is where I am, now." Willow babbled. Cordelia rolled her eyes as Xander and Buffy exchanged a curious glance.
"So, we bronzin' it tonight?" Xander asked cheerfully.
"Sounds like a plan. Things have been kind of quiet. How 'bout you, Wills?" Buffy asked.
"I don't know. I have a lot of studying to do." She told them with an apologetic smile.
"C'Mon, Wills. You haven't gone out with us in weeks. It's Friday night. It won't kill you to put it off one more day." Xander begged.
"Okay," Willow relented hoping Angelus would understand.
"Great! Now that that's settled." Cordelia said with a hint of boredom.
End Part 10