Turning Points

Author: Ann of Midnight

Rating: NC-17

Distribution: Ask and ye shall receive.

Summary: Angel comes back from Hell.

Main Pairings: Willow/Angel/Spike, Pacey/Faith

Timeline: All canon up to Becoming 2- although I put my own spin on things. As for Dawson's Creek, I played around a lot with them. Pacey, the crossover character is the same age as the Buffy gang. The only show you need to have any knowledge of to read this fic is Buffy. DC, Kindred: The Embraced, Highlander TS. Consider your experience enhanced if you know their characters, but nothing more. Everything and everyone is explained. I hope.

Disclaimer: Y'all know I don't own any of these characters, Joss, Mutant Enemy, Twentieth Century Fox et alt. do. As for Pacey and whoever else makes a cameo, Kevin Williamson is their sire. I don't own anyone in the other shows either, but they don't come until later. So don't be a poo and sue.

Notes: Part 1 of the Extended Family Series.

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This didn't feel like one of her dreams. She couldn't recall anything clearly at all. Fragments of the last hours floated around in her head but as of yet meant nothing.

She tried to find the strength to open her eyes; she tried to speak.

Nothing.

She found the energy to attempt moving her arms, but she could only feel one. Her other appendage felt like it was lodged under something cold and hard. Relief and panic both manifested themselves even as she wracked her brain to remember what had transpired. The side of her that was still the old Willow took over and tried rationalizing. <The cat must be sitting on my arm or something...I mean, I don't have a cat, or silk sheets but I could. Maybe if I went back to sleep, I'll wake up in my bed and not be in bed with...>

She stopped herself short of opening the floodgates to her short-term memory. She took several deep breaths and regained her courage. Her free hand gently went to the body lying to her left. <Human. Yeah! ...I guess. Must be Oz. Right. Of course! Except, why would Oz be here? Wherever the hell I am.> She brought her hand up to the face, turning her head to take in his odor and see if there was anything familiar about it <definitely not an Oz, and that's a definite NO on a Xander. Do I even know any other boys?>. Her other limb was still totally numb and she couldn't see anything whether her eyes were open or closed. She took her functioning arm and swung it over to her other side to try and turn her body and to attempt prying the offending item off the arm to get the blood flow going.

<OH MY FUCKING GODS!> Her brain screamed as she realized she had just rested her hand on a cold, rock hard, very male organ. She kept her hand there for a moment, embarrassed, confused and curious then calmed down and let her exploration continue onto the naked chest, then to the face, a 'grr' face. She withdrew it quickly and then pushed at the head uneasily. He mumbled something she only caught a part of before he turned over. It was clear he wasn't about to wake, and Willow in her nervousness couldn't decide if that was good or bad. His back was now to her however, leaving her aching arm free to tingle and finally move. This time, she was trapped by one of his strong hands holding one of her hands over his chest. The first thing she thought was: <No heartbeat>. The next one was <ooh! Angel. ... ANGEL???> and tonight came flooding back.

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Both spells were finished. She was in a deep trance and it took her awhile to come to but there he was, on the floor next to her. He was still so beautiful; looking so helpless. His visage was still that of an angel, even contorted in what looked like agony. She had done it, and they had survived.

She walked over to touch his cheek, and then realized he was naked. She was too tired to blush. She was calm because he was back, and now she could finally sleep. She leaned down to his ear and trying to reach him, she whispered softly: "Everything's OK now. I'm here and you're okay, and you're back. I'm so happy to see you; you'll see; everything's going to be all right now." She brushed back his hair with her had tenderly and then she kissed him right on the mouth. She'd always wanted to do that, and didn't know when else she would have gotten the chance. After all, he was in love with Buffy and all that, and she and Oz. well, they were starting to really feel like boyfriend and girlfriend before that Xander thing.

He snapped out of it and jumped to his feet. She held her breath when he moved, shifting into game face and finding her there only to look at her with lost, raw, wild eyes. He looked like an animal... He looked at her like he was going to eat her.

She just sat there, silent, looking as unthreatening as she could.

He advanced towards her slowly, growling continuously. As he got closer, her composure melted a little and she flinched.

He turned and ran out, naked into the cool night air.

And she ran after him.

She finally caught up with him in the park, where he stopped to feed off a bruised young man who already appeared unconscious. She stood in front of him:

"Angel, look at me".

He did, he looked into her pleading eyes, dropping the boy unceremoniously.

"Willow" he whispered, his voice cracking. She still saw wildness in his now chocolate orbs but there was a spark of recognition filtering through. Then the blood tears came as he started to comprehend what had happened.

"Yes" she nodded.

He pounced on her, sinking to his knees and pulling Willow down while kissing her, blood in his mouth. He squeezed her ass, ripped her blouse and cupped her bare breasts. He growled and pulled her into another searing kiss, his hands roaming roughly over every inch of her body. Willow was lost in the pure ecstasy of it all. "Missed you missed you missed you missed you..." he was chanting. His hard shaft was pressed firmly against her stomach. She was moving her hands through his hair, her body glued to his and then he bit her...

#######Next to her, Angel was dreamily recalling the rest########
...She let out a guttural cry as his fangs sank into her virgin flesh and he came on her stomach, filled with the most wonderful elixir he had ever tasted. Filled with Willow's blood, pure and so sweet, every drop bringing him back to his senses from the Hell his mind was still trapped in. It was too much.

They both passed out.

Angel was the first to wake. He still couldn't find the words or truly understand everything that had happened but the tingling of his skin told him the sun was starting to come up and he was naked in a park, two people with blood coming out of their necks at his feet. He lifted them both up and brought them to the mansion, the closest shelter he knew of. He set the boy down on the bed and then Willow, not taking time to close her blouse or wipe off his cum, now smeared on her belly, only wiping the dirt off her bare feet before he collapsed on the bed next to her, nuzzling into her arm. He slept like he hadn't had the chance to in Hell. He slept in peace, the smell of sweet Willow so close, so soothing. Slowly, his mind sifted through the events of the night that would forever be etched in his soul, a smile tugging at his lips.
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LATER THAT MORNING

Willow and Angel were still asleep, scooped together as they had been since Willow briefly woke the night before. The boy on the other side of the bed was still unable to open his eyes or move, but was trying to understand what had gone on during the last few days.
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Pacey Witter was fucked. He knew it the second he walked through the door. His father was staring at him, hatred emanating from every pore.

The fierce blows came, punctuated with every obscenity ever uttered. He was punched and kicked into a corner, every new wound hurting more than the previous. The only thing he could do was try and block the pain, crouched in a ball, seriously contemplating death. His father was that angry, and Pacey didn't know how much more he could take, so he went limp. A few kicks later, his father finally left the room calling him a "Fucking sissy".

It was so surreal, one minute he's listening to Dawson talking about himself, getting a few lines in there for laughs as usual -even if the pain of Andie leaving was still raw- and the next he's getting the shit kicked out of him.

Pacey was bloody and scared and he was paralyzed with fear. His brother had come in then, carrying him out and bringing him to the emergency room to get cleaned up. Once he was bandaged he'd gotten the explanation: their father, a police captain, had busted a male escort who ended up telling him he'd [fucked] his son in front of the entire precinct. Of course his father never thought it could be the older Witter, only the designated screw-up, Pacey.

Doug sincerely felt awful and apologizing. They had tried to come up with a solution but Pacey wasn't going to agree to staying in Capeside or to going to mooch off one of his sisters at college. Dealing with the repercussions of sleeping with his teacher, dealing with his girlfriend when she had lost touch with reality and ran away, dealing with the endless Joey/Dawson/Jen triangle and the parade of fourth parties that came through there, trying to get the grades and hitting a brick wall whenever he tried to make his father proud; all this made his life too much to handle. His father, the same man who had helped to create him. The same man who had lost it earlier without knowing any of the facts, the man who always assumed his son never did anything right.

*****Doug went back to the house to find all of Pacey's clothes and trinkets on the lawn and packed up for him. He fleshed out the address of one of Pacey's online friends and shook his head. He hoped his younger brother knew what he was doing. All Doug knew was that she and Pacey had corresponded for a couple of years and that they had lost touch in the recent months. He didn't have the time for a background check, and there was no phone number to call. *****

By the end of that day Doug had put his life savings in Pacey's bank account, the one really decent thing he could think of doing at the time and put the brother he never took the time to know on a plane to California. Pacey knew he was being rash, half believing he would find Willow to be some smelly 40 year old child porn addict but it's the only place he could think of to go and escape the humiliation that would have surely fallen on him had he stayed put. He had wanted to be far, far away fast- and totally independent. He made a mental checklist of the places he wanted to visit if this long shot didn't pan out, and tried in vain to get some sleep.

He couldn't think anymore. <I have got to be in a fucking alternate Universe. But who am I kidding. those don't exist.>

He had hitch hiked to Sunnydale from the Los Angeles Airport, arriving in the middle of the night to find the whole town closed. He halfheartedly attempted to find Willow's house or an open business but ended up resigning himself to sleeping in the park.

It was as he was preparing to doze off that the weirdest thing happened: this naked guy with a strange face came at him, only to grab his head viciously and....

Pacey's heart started racing <No way! Now I know I'm nuts, gotta be sleeping in my bed at home, must be dreaming; Or maybe I'm in a coma, or maybe I'm dead... No. Hurts too much. Everything hurts. Gotta wake up. Have to find out where the hell I am! Come on Pace, you can do it, open your eyes.>

Only Pacey had exhausted the little energy he had and drifted off again just as

*******

Angel woke up growling: he smelled her blood.

"Oh, Willow." He looked at her <so beautiful>. He was still no good at fighting urges, still weakened by centuries in Hell. He knew this whirlwind would all be over when she woke up, she'd be shy Willow again and he'd have to apologize. He didn't want to do that. He wanted her forever, wanted her to want him. She already felt like a part of him.

He let his eyes drift to her perfect breasts and lost the will to fight it... he was so hard, she was so... everything. He could smell her menstrual blood, he could smell himself on her, he could smell her shampoo. It was all so intoxicating. Dizzying.

He ran his hand in her hair and leaned in to smell it, hearing her heartbeat and blood running through her veins. It sent the last of his restraint crashing and his face shifted. He started nuzzling her neck, running his hands over her breasts, then sucked on each nipple making them hard, his kisses leaving small trails of blood where his teeth nicked at her silky skin. She woke up moaning his name "Angel!"

"Let me do this love, let me please you" he said looking up into her glazed eyes.

The sight of his game face didn't bother Willow, she was already so aroused and the fact that she was doing this to him made her so hot. Right then, there were no consequences, no world around them. She didn't think of anything, she couldn't even remember her name.

"Please," she whimpered.

He slid her pants off her in one fluid motion. He kissed her bellybutton, tongue snaking out to taste her sweat. He could taste his cum still on her. He had to fight harder than ever to resist biting into her so he paused to regain some control, only to resume kissed his way down and parted her legs, then almost came at the sight of her pussy dripping with blood. The smell of her arousal made him growl loudly, just before he dipped his tongue into her soft core. One hand was at her breast, the other, squeezing her ass as he lifted her to him. She had her hands in his hair, pinning him to her, saying his name over and over like a mantra. He was lapping up all he could get, his nose grinding against her clit while he thrust his member into the sheets craving more friction. He thought he would die of pleasure. He fucked her with his tongue fast and hard and when he couldn't taste any more blood he started licking her clit in a slow, circular motion before giving up and setting a frenzied pace, while two of his fingers entered her tight passage. She screamed her delight but he wasn't done yet.

He went up to her face and kissed her, bruising her lips, grinding his shaft against her thigh, his fingers still pumping inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit.

Willow was crying, lost in the euphoria.

It was all too much, he was going to lose it. He pressed up against her ear and whispered "Cum for me Willow". Heat washed over her entire body, she whimpered and he twisted her clit. As he felt the first wave of her orgasm hit, he bit down on her neck. She was convulsing, screaming his name as Angel drew out her pleasure. Feeling her tremble, still grinding against him, tasting her blood was more than he could bare. He came in several long spurts, each accentuated with a loud grunt until he collapsed on her small body and rolled over onto the middle of the bed. She had passed out again. Angel was hard once more, wearing only his true face, enjoying the one of a kind taste of her blood on his fingers. He moaned ' my Willow..'.

*******

He couldn't open his eyes yet, all he could hear was the sound of sex, the sound of a sweet voice crying out AngelAngelAngelAngelAngelAngelAngelAngelAngelAngel". He was undeniably hard but something was wrong: he wasn't in his room, or any other room he recognized. He felt silk sheets and inhaled. <SEX> He knew that smell... he could also feel dust in the air, and some coating his lungs. He opened his eyes and turned, withstanding torrents of pain, wanting answers, wanting to know where in the world he was. His eyes scanned the dark and murky room until he saw them. He couldn't speak. Laying across from him on the bed were two beautiful strangers lost in each other. He was mesmerized. The man was licking the woman's cunt and she was thrashing, the man reaching up to kiss her, his fingers still in her as his huge dick was pressed up against her stomach. When they came, so did he.

The women had passed out and the man lay on top of her, emitting some kind of low hum or vibration he could barely hear. He then rolled off her next to Pacey.

"my Willow" the large man said, licking his fingers of the last of her juices, still seeming oblivious to him.

Pacey couldn't see much, and it wasn't Angel's face he was looking at anyway, so he didn't say anything for awhile, just let his gaze shift form Angel's cock to the women's body, to his own sticky situation. <Damn! I can't believe that guy is still hard!> he thought. After all, Pacey was 17 and that was impressive.

Then it hit him. "Willow?"

Angel came back to life, much more aware: "What the hell?"

The End

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