Pairing: W/A, C/G, L/D, X/Ay, S/F, Ws/V
Feedback: HONESTY *is* the best policy!
Disclaimer: MINE! MINE! MINE! *Returns from Fantasy Island* Joss is God! Joss owns all! *lucky bastard*
Season Spoilers: Season 2 of 'AtS'/Season 5 of 'BtVS'
Rating: PG with some NC-17
Distribution: Heaven Awaits the Burning Heart ... all others please ask
Summary: Read the title.
Dedication to: Mystra for the challenge, Dru for the inspiration to keep writing, and to everyone else near and dear to my heart.
Authorette's Notes: Drusilla is Spike's Sire
Authorette's Notes 2: Answer to Mystra's Challenge she gave me for my writer's block!
Challenge Requirements: **okay must be w/a, must use the song/lyrics for "Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd, must involve Xander in an embarrassing moment, and Cordelia and Gunn need to kiss. Lindsey also needs to get a rat in the mail. you get extra points is it goes NC-17 and more if its happens with more than one couple.**
* = Emphasis
{ = Thoughts
<< = Song
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~Prologue~
~Los Angelas, CA: 2005~
"Hey, Peaches," Spike said walking into the office.
"Hey, Spike. Where's Faith?"
"Talkin' to Cordy." Angel nodded. "When's the flight arriving?" he asked taking a seat in front of Angel's desk.
"They land at 6:30 p.m."
"You going to go pick them up?" Angel nodded again. "Excited?"
Angel snickered slightly. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Spike shrugged. "I dunno. Just with Chubs and his sex fiend comin' in."
Angel rolled his eyes. "They have names Spike."
"I know, Peaches. But wha's the fun in callin' them by their names?" he grinned.
Angel laughed. "You're a strange one, my boy."
Spike grinned again. "You know it, mate. Besides. I hear the little redhead is still available."
Angel nodded, trying not to let Spike realize how much she meant to him, even now after three years. "That's good. I'm sure she'll find someone suitable for her sometime in her future."
Spike nodded, knowing how his grand-sire felt. Everyone had seen it, even before the accident. Unfortunately, since the both of them had cared so much for the slayer, they decided to stay friends. Spike, along with a few others, had planned to make everything change. After this little trip in L.A, Willow wouldn't be going back to Augusta.
~Part: 1~
Angel stood by the exit door, watching for the three guests that were arriving in L.A. that night. Even though him and Xander never really got along, he was looking forward to seeing him. He and his fiancee, Anya, were coming to L.A. to be married. They wanted all of their friends in attendance, and this was the best way to make it happen.
It had been three years since he had seen the three of them. Their last meeting was anything but pleasant for them. Angel had been sent back to Sunnydale to help the gang fight a snake demon. Buffy was pregnant with Riley's baby, so she couldn't exactly fight.
Angel, Spike, Faith, Xander, Anya, Willow, Giles, and Riley had all tried to fight off the demon. They had done everything in their power to keep Buffy away from the fight, but she just wouldn't stay away. She had lured the demon away from eight of them, and had sacrificed her own life to save theirs.
After Buffy's death, everyone seemed to go separate ways. Willow took the death the hardest. Her friends had tried to comfort her, but none of them achieved anything. Angel had tried to tell her how he felt about her, but Willow just pushed him away. 'I can't love you, Angel. Buffy died because she sacrificed her life for us. I can't love the one thing she loved more than life. I'm sorry.' Those were the last words that Angel had ever heard from his redhead.
Now, she was living in Augusta, Maine with Xander and Anya, after she travelled around the country for two years. Him and Xander kept in contact and the boy would fill him in on Willow's life. That was the only way he knew he would ever have contact with her again. Until now.
Xander had called Cordelia and told her of his and Anya's engagement. He asked for all of them to come to Maine for the wedding, but they couldn't leave L.A. So, he decided they would have the wedding there. It would seem easier and less expensive that way anyways. Xander told Angel it had taken everything between him and Anya to convince Willow to fly out with them. She still blamed herself for Buffy's death. He wondered if she would ever stop.
~~~*~~~
Angel watched as the crowd of people flooded through the doors. He saw a redhead walking behind a couple that looked oblivious to the rest of the world. The man looked up and smiled. "Deadboy," he grinned. Angel walked toward him and smiled. "Xander." Xander released his arm from Anya's waist and hugged Angel. He pulled back, and grinned. Angel just chuckled.
He looked behind him and saw Willow. She had changed so much in three years, but he knew it was her. Her hair was to the middle of her back and her figure was fuller than before. She just stood there looking at him, as if he was a ghost. She smiled up at him shyly, and walked toward him. He pulled her into a quick embrace and she pulled after a few moments.
"You look-"
"Where's the car? I would like to rest," Willow said before he could finish his sentence. She looked at Xander and Anya and walked toward the bags.
Angel looked at the ground, then back up at the couple, and shook his head. He followed Willow, unable to express his feelings without tears. Xander took a deep breath and squeezed Anya's waist.
"She'll be fine, Xander," she whispered. Xander nodded. {I just hope this wasn't a mistake} he thought as he followed the redhead and brunette. {Just hope everything works out according to plan.}
~Part: 2~
Lindsey McDonald walked through the halls of his mansion. "Dru?" he called out. "Dru, baby? Where are you?" he asked calling through the halls.
"I'm in here, lovey," she called out. Lindsey stepped into the room where he saw her dancing with her doll in circles. He smiled. "Having fun?" he asked leaning against the doorframe.
Dru stopped and smiled at him. "Miss Edith says we should go see my Daddy and Spikey. Daddy's flame is in town and she needs my help. Can we go, lovey?" she asked as she stalked toward him. Lindsey just grinned. "Only if you're a good girl."
Dru grinned and clapped her hands together. "Daddy and Spikey are going to love having me around this time. I'm going to help Daddy's flame find her way home. I think he'll appreciate that fact." Lindsey smiled. "Me too."
~~~*~~~
Cordelia looked at her watch for the tenth time within the last 30 minutes. She knew the plane arrived at 6:30, so she gave them about an hour to get everything situated and back to 'Angel Investigations.' It was now 8:30, and she was growing worried. "Where are you guys?" she asked out loud.
"Still not back, C?" Faith asked as she walked into the office, followed by Spike.
"No, and I'm getting worried. They should have been back at least an hour ago."
"Maybe they got stuck in traffic," Spike suggested, sitting down in front of the desk.
"Maybe," Cordelia replied. They were silent for a few minutes, each worried about the four of them being out this late. Faith was the first to break the silence.
"You think Red really wanted to come here?" she asked quietly. Cordelia looked down at her desk, while Spike looked up at the ceiling.
"Chubs said he had to practically beg her to come with them. I doubt this is where she wanted to be."
Cordelia sighed. "How much longer is she going to let Buffy's death affect her?"
"You know, Red, C. She loved that girl more any of us knew. When she died, so did Red."
Cordelia nodded. "I just hope her coming here isn't a mistake," she replied.
Spike stared at the ceiling for what seemed like an eternity. Him, Xander, Faith, Anya, and Cordelia had a plan to get Angel and Willow together. They knew it wouldn't be hard for Angel to accept, but he knew it was going to be rough getting Willow to accept.
His thoughts were ended when they heard the door opening. Cordelia jumped up from her seat and ran to the door, throwing it open, smiling. Her smile dropped when she seen who it was. "It's only you," she scowled walking back to her desk.
"Hello again, Cordelia. Faith. Spike."
"Lindsey."
"Where's the nut?"
"Right here, lovey."
"Bloody beautiful."
"Be nice, Spikey. I came to help."
Spike snorted. "We don't need your help, Dru," Spike replied, turning away from the ceiling to look at her.
Dru grinned. "I want to help Daddy with his flame. She needs help, Spikey. The fire is quickly burning out and if we don't help her, all will be lost."
Cordelia and Faith snickered, but Spike just stood up and walked toward her. "Wha you mean, Dru?"
"The flame is sick. Her fire is dying, Spikey. She needs help. If it burns out, Daddy will be sad," she said with concern in her eyes. Spike just looked at her. He knew that whenever Dru spoke, it was usually just babble. But he knew at time to listen to her. If what she was saying was true, they really needed to help Willow. He just hope they wouldn't be too late.
~Part: 3~
The drive back to the office was scaring Angel. Xander was usually a little more talkative, but right now, he seemed to have so much on his mind. He looked over at Willow and watched the emotions play on her face. He couldn't believe it had been three years since he last seen her, and everything was the same between them. She still pushed herself away and hid inside of herself. She had pushed all but Xander away, knowing he would never treat her as if the death was her fault.
That was the one thing he couldn't understand. She believed that Buffy's death was her fault. They had all tried to warn her not to get involved with the fight, but she didn't listen. It wasn't her fault, but Buffy's. He just wasn't sure how to get through to Willow. No one was. She had pushed them all away, only allowing Xander and Anya back into her heart.
Angel turned his eyes back to the road, and focused on his driving. He knew everyone back at the office would be worried, but he didn't know how to get ahold of them. The three guests had been hungry, so Angel treated them to a meal. He had forgotten his cell at the office, and knew Cordelia was going to be pissed at him. He was ready to face the wrath.
He pulled into the garage to park his car and the others got out to retrieve their bags. Angel handed each of them their bags, and helped Anya with her dress and Xander with his tux, and headed into the office. He sensed the presence of his childe, but wasn't really concerned. Her and her lover had been hanging around the office for awhile now, and he got used to having them around. He didn't want to admit it, but whenever they weren't around, he grew lonely. Oh yeah. He was never going to admit it.
~~~*~~~
Dru looked up at Spike and smiled. "They're here."
Spike nodded and walked out of the office. He saw Angel and the others climbing the steps to the office, and Spike went to grab the suitcases from Willow and Anya. He gave Willow a quick hug, but frowned when she pulled away. He watched as they all entered the office and heard all of the 'Welcomes' and 'How are you's?' He just sighed to himself. This is going to be fun} he thought. {Bloody marvelous.}
~Part: 4~
<<So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell, blue skies from pain>>
After Cordelia showed Willow to the room she would be staying in, she started to unpack her things. She knew she didn't want to be here, but for Xander and Anya, she would be. As she unpacked her stuff, all of her memories came back to her about that night she died.
~Flashback, 2002
"Willow! Get out the way!" Buffy called out.
"Buffy! Go back home!" Willow screamed, trying to fight off the demon.
"WILLOW!" she screamed, as the demon threw Willow against a tree. Buffy ran to her and tried to call out for help. She looked around and saw the others fighting off the vamps, and knew she was the only one available.
Buffy stood up and ran at the demon. She started to fight him off, but when Willow woke up, she saw that Buffy wasn't going to survive. She stood up and ran to Buffy, but was knocked down by the demon's strength. The demon then grabbed a stake up off the ground, and shoved it into Buffy's heart. Willow screamed, and ran to Buffy's side. The others were now all on the demon, and Angel was able to kill him.
They all stood around and watched as Buffy's eyes fluttered to a close, only after whispering "I'm sorry, my Wills. Please forgive me," and then she died.~
<<Can you tell a green friend from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil, Do you think you can tell?>>
Willow sat on the bed and cried. Her best friend was dead because they couldn't protect her. After the funeral, everyone had tried to help her out. They all wanted to comfort her, even Riley. He moved back to Iowa after her death, realizing he needed to get away. They all felt the same way. Giles went to England, Xander and Anya to Maine, the others to L.A, her to wherever she wanted to go.
She hated the fact that all of the memories of Buffy's death never left her. She had tried to move on, but it was almost as if Buffy was haunting her. All of the dreams, the nightmares, the panic attacks ... they just weren't leaving her alone.
<<And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for tress? Hot air for cool breeze?>>
Buffy was only trying to protect her and the others. They didn't realize just how much she needed to help them fight. She felt worthless not being able to fight, and she wanted this one last fight. it was the fight that caused her life.
Willow stood up from the bed and walked over to the window. She watched from the hotel window as everyone down below walked the dark streets of L.A. Her heart yearned to see Buffy again and not just as a ghost haunting her dreams. Buffy was a hero to her adn she never got the chance to thank her for everything. That in itself was the pain that Willow felt.
<<Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead-role in a cage? >>
She would give anything if she could change that day. She would do anything if it meant she could have Buffy back, along with her sanity. Everytime she thought of that night, she thought of the way everything ended. She remembered sitting on the bench, sobbing to herself, then she felt the arms pull her close. She didn't care at that point who it was, she just wanted comfort.
When she looked up to see who was holding her, she saw brown eyes looking deeply into hers. She moved out of his embrace and told him she couldn't love him. She wanted to, but couldn't. Buffy had admitted to her that even though she had Riley, if Angel wanted her back, she would have went back to him. She still loved him with everything she was. To Willow, loving Angel meant betraying Buffy. Maybe that was why she haunted her dreams.
<<How I wish, How I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls, swimming in a fish bowl, year after year Running over the same old ground.>>
Willow closed her eyes and tried to remember happy times with the blonde before her untimely death just three years before. The harder she tried to remember, the more she would forget.
Buffy was her everything. Even though the two of them were nothing more than friends, she felt as if she had found her soulmate within Buffy. The two of them had been through too much for their friendship to die. Even in death, they were still best friends.
<<What have we found?
The same old fears Wish you were here.>>
{Oh, Buffy. I wish you were here} she cried. {I just wish you were here.}
~Part: 5~
Xander stood outside of Willow's room, and heard her cry, yet again. She seemed to be doing this most of her life now. She always seemed to cry no matter what. Even if something was exciting, she cried. He just wish he knew how to help her. He really hoped that this trip was worth it.
~~~*~~~
He walked quietly away, and headed down the hotel stairs. He grinned as Anya looked up at him and sat next to her.
"How's Wills?" she asked quietly.
"Crying."
"Again?" she asked. Xander nodded. "Poor thing."
"Wha do you mean 'again?'" Spike asked from his spot next to Faith.
"It seems to be all she does anymore. She cries constantly and we don't understand why. I wish she could get past this," Xander replied concerned.
"She's been through a lot, Xan. Even though it's been three years, she still has a lot of pain," Faith said.
All of the heads nodded in unison. "Why do I get the feeling that your engagement isn't the only reason you came to L.A?" Angel asked quietly.
Xander looked at him. "Because it's not."
"Why then?"
Xander looked quietly at Angel, then looked at the concerned faces in the room. He took a deep breath and started to tell the story.
~~~*~~~
"After Buffy's funeral," he started. "I wanted to get as far away from the Hellmouth as possible. I wanted to remember nothing about it. I wanted to forget everything that had ever happened there. Jesse's death, vampires, demons of all kinds ... but I knew I couldn't. So, Anya and I decided to move clear across the country to Augusta. It was a new town, a new place. No one knew we existed, or knew anything about our past. It was heaven.
So, for two years, Anya and I both worked. We saved our money and we had a few friends. A year and a half ago, Willow came to our town. We didn't know she was there for a long time. For six months, she stayed hidden. Never made contact. Never talked to us. Never went out the same time we did. Almost as if she didn't want us to know she was there.
A friend of mine, Dave, said that he had met this girl. Said that she was smart, funny, loving, caring ... would do anything for her friends and loved ones. I couldn't help but think of Wills. He had described her perfectly. But, Anya and I didn't realize it was Wills. Dave asked us to join them for dinner that night. You couldn't imagine my face after I walked through the doors and was greeted by a stunningly beautiful redhead.
I mean, in three years, she had changed so much. I've watched her grow up over the years, but I'm telling you now. She was never more beautiful. Her hair was down the middle of her waist. Her emerald green eyes were shining brightly. She was toned and fit. Every man's perfect dream.
But, unfortunately, that's where everything changed. Willow came to us that night after dinner and said she needed to talk. Wills and I had a long conversation and she expressed to me a lot of the things that happened to her since she had left the Hellmouth."
"Wha kinda things, mate?"
"Well, I'll tell you, but I doubt you'll believe me."
"Try me."
Xander chuckled and looked at Spike. "Well, the first place she went to was here. L.A."
"L.A?"
"Yes, L.A."
"Why would Wills come here and not tell me?" Cordy asked.
Xander looked at her sarcastically. "Cordy, it's not as if you two were ever best friends."
"I know but still," she whined.
"Can I continue? Or do you not want to hear this?"
"I'm just saying tha-"
"Shut up, cheerleader," Spike growled. "Continue ... please."
Xander nodded. "Wills came to L.A. and she got into some trouble. She met up with the 'wrong crowd,' so to speak. She ended up having to go on trial. I don't know what happened to though. She never talks about it. After L.A, she spent some time in New Orleans. Roaming the streets, living in hotels, making money ... in not so ethical ways ... but she survived. She was in L.A. for two months, New Orleans for ten. Then she spent six months in Atlanta. Then she came to Augusta permanately.
In New Orleans, she started to drugs. Heavy. She decided that prostitution was the best way for her to make money. There wasn't any other type of job available for her. She said that she tried for two months to find a suitable job, but nothing was offered to her. So, she found the only way out.
When she finally decided that she had enough, she went to Atlanta for six months. Everything was starting to look up for her. She had a great job, high paying job mind you, but then, disaster struck. The company she was working for went into bankruptcy so she ended up leaving Atlanta for good.
Next stop was Augusta, where she wanted to stay permanately. Dave, the friend, was a co-worker with her at the computer company in Atlanta. He told her of a job he knew about in his home city, Augusta. She came back with him, moved in with him after a few months, and got her feet back on the ground. Six months after her arrival, we're back in her life.
Wills was *estatic* to see us. Said that she was happy to be in familiar graces again. But, that was when all of the nightmares started. The dreams about Buffy's death, the crying, the depression, everything that she's going through now.
She still has her job and everything, but she's not the same Willow I used to love. It's getting kind of hard watching her wither away day by day. She writes down all of her nightmares in a diary, but she never lets me or Anya read it. She doesn't talk to us about the nightmares, or the dreams she has when she's awake, and lately ..." Xander paused and everyone in the room looked to him curiously, waiting for him to answer. "Lately ... she's being having visions. Visions of something disasterous happening to her.
Anya and I thought that if we came to L.A. to get married, not only would it be for that, but maybe you all could help us with Willow. I don't know what to do anymore. It's almost as if my best friend is dead but she's still in a human body. I honestly don't know how to handle this anymore.
She blames herself for Buffy's death, even after three years. She says that these dreams she's having is showing her the light. What she means by that, I don't know. But I'm worried about her. I mean, it's not Wills in that room upstairs now. It's someone else. Someone ... that I don't even think exists in that mind anymore. As if Willow's the one dead ... and not Buffy ..." he said quite desperate. "Will you help us get our Willow back?"
~Part: 6~
(Willow's POV)
They don't understand. None of them understand. They can never understand. They think that I am weak. But I am stronger than they will ever know. It's only a side of me they think they know. Oh the glories of when they learn the truth.
I can hear Xander pleading them to help me. It's never going to happen. You can't help those that don't want it. It's not good to mess with the minds of someone who doesn't want it. Is it?
Buffy's death was only the beginning. It was the beginning of the destruction. Beginning of the blood. Carnage. Torture. Fear. Hell. Once it's all revealed, nothing will be stopped.
When they look at me, they see something weak. They see a fragile little girl who needs guidance and protection. Who needs to be controlled at all times. They never stopped to see the real me. They never thought that *I,* little Willow Rosenburg, could ever be anything other than shy.
Soon, my dear friends. All shall be revealed. I just hope my Angel wants to play.
~~~*~~~
Angel sat in the leather chair that looked out beyond the window and into the bay. He did love the spot where the hotel was. If you looked just right and close enough, you could see the ocean from his room.
His thoughts weren't necessarily out on the ocean though. He couldn't take his mind away from the little redhead that was just down the hall from him. He couldn't believe everything tha had happened to her in the last three years, or how she had survived.
She was strong. This he knew. He just didn't realize how strong she was until now. She had survived everything that was thrown at her and still she was able to stand on her own. Even if she had the nightmares, she was still his Willow.
He smiled at that thought. 'His Willow.' He wanted to tell her just how much she meant to him, but wasn't sure how. He was afraid of scaring her away, especially now that he had learned the truth of her disappearance. He wanted to hold her so tha she would know she wouldn't ever have to be afraid again. He only hoped he would be in time.
~~~*~~~
Angel was distrupted from his thoughts when he heard a knock on the door. He stood from his chair and went to open it. His smile grew when he saw the object of his thoughts standing before him.
"Willow," he whispered softly.
"I came to play," she replied back stalking into his room. "Will you *play* with me?"
Angel's grin grew wide. He stalked toward her and when he stood before her, he brought her into a demanding kiss. His hands roamed all over her body. >From her neck to her shoulders to her waist to her ass. He squeezed her ass and pulled her closer.
Their tongues dueled for dominance. This was a kiss of needed passion, desire, heat, want. This was a kiss that held everything they each desired and more.
Willow finally pulled away breathless and looked into Angel's eyes. Her smile grew at what she saw in eyes. {Tha's it, my Angel} she thought as she pulled him towards his bed. When she felt the back of her legs hit their destination, she sat down slowly, crawling backwards. Once she was in the middle of the bed, Angel kneeled down on the bed and crawled toward her.
Willow pulled Angel down on top of her and wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to bring him closer. The clothing that was between them was making her frustrated. She let out a small groan and Angel smiled.
He pulled his lips away from her mouth and started to kiss at her neck. His left hand squeezed her right breast as he supported himself on his right arm. Willow moaned out loud and arched herself into him. Angel smiled knowing that he was being rewarded.
He quickly back to her mouth and rubbed his covered erection against her aching center. He was hard and she knew she was the cause of it. She smiled and pulled their mouths apart. She pushed him off of her and rolled so that she was on top. She straddled him and started to kiss his neck the same as he did before.
She kissed her way down his chest, noting the grumbling sound that was coming from his chest. She looked him in the eyes and he sat up long enough for her to take his shirt off of him. He then laid back down and Willow continued to kiss her way down his chest.
When she reached his erection, she gave it a teasing lick. She unzipped his pants, making his hard rock erection spring free. She looked up at his face and smiled when she saw the affects she was having on him.
Angel's eyes rolled in the back of his head when he felt her warm mouth envolve his cock. He thrusted forward, not sure of how much she could take, but he soon realized she was deep throating him. He noted to ask her later how she became so talented.
Willow stroked his erection as she engulfed his whole length. Out of all the males she had had been with before, this was nothing even closely compared. This was better than she had ever had and she wasn't being fucked by him yet.
Willow swallowed all of Angel's cold seed once the orgasm ripped through his body. She looked up at him as he pulled away from his mouth and crawled up his long body to crash her lips against his in a dominating kiss.
Angel's arms snaked around her, pulling her close and she once again felt the erection that she had just caused. Willow grinded herself against his erection and pulled her mouth away from his. She licked his neck in a teasing way, only to be rewarded by him rolling them over and now being on top.
He kissed her neck, her shoulders, her covered breasts. Deciding that the shirt was in the way, Angel ripped it half and attacked one of her breast. Willow moaned and arched into him, trying to get more contact with him.
Angel continued to kiss his way down her body. He reached his destination and gave her teasing kisses on her covered up sex. Willow arched into him, hoping and praying that he would stop the torture. Angel grinned to himself and found himself unbuttoning her jeans. She raised her hips and allowed him to him remove them off of her body.
Angel stared at her in fascination. Willow smiled at him and motioned for him to continue. {Keep going, Angel. Let it free} she thought as she felt fingers sliding into her hot wet channel.
Angel balanced himself on his side as he moved his fingers in and out of his Willow. When he knew she was close, he went back between her legs and ripped off her panties, only replacing his fingers with his mouth. Willow cried out the moment she felt Angel's mouth.
Angel licked and kissed her wet channel as her orgasm ripped through her. He watched her face as she came down off her high, but continued his attack on her.
For what seemed like an eternity to Willow, Angel had stayed between her legs and tortured her with his tongue. She loved the feel of his tongue thrust in and out of her, drinking the very essence that was known as her. She loved to feel the fingers that he would thrust deep into her to and go so deep she thought he would split her in too.
Angel knew that he was going to have to have her soon. He couldn't take this anymore. He wanted to make this special for her, but knew he needed to be inside of her. Licking her one time, he crawled up her body when he knew she was close to another orgasm. He balanced himself on both of his arms and looked into Willow's eyes. Seeing her acceptance, Angel slid into her, growling out at how tight she was.
Willow was in heaven. She had seen the happiness in his eyes and knew that this was right. This was what he needed. What she needed. What they both needed. She arched her whole body as she felt Angel slide deep into her.
Angel took his movements slow, reveling in the way that she felt around him. He hadn't had anything so wonderful in God only knew when. He didn't even this happy when he and Buffy were together.
Willow put her arms around Angel, trying to pull him closer than he already was. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her hands gripped ass, trying anything to take him deeper and deeper into her. He sped up as his movements, realizing they were both close.
Angel closed his eyes as he felt a surge of electricity go through his body, but couldn't stop thrusting into Willow. He knew something had just happened but he wasn't sure what. Not really caring at that particular moment, he continued his attack on the woman writhering beneath.
He growled out as he heard her scream out his name as another orgasm ripped through her body. Feeling that he too was close, he thrusted into her four more times then growled out her name as his orgasm went through him.
Angel vamped out and bit hard into Willow's neck. She screamed out his name, but didn't stop him. She only tilted her head to the side and allowed him to drink. She put her left hand in his hair and her right arm around his shoulders, pushing him closer and encouraging him to drink.
Angel released his fangs and lapped at the blood that was now on her neck. Purring softly, he snuggled his face into her neck after licking all the left over blood away from her wounds. He lifted his head slightly to look at her and saw her smiling. He laid on his side and pulled her close. He smiled at her and kissed way down her neck, still inside of her. Willow felt his erection and moved against him.
Angel smiled to himself and looked into her eyes. "Mine," he growled.
"Always, my Angel," she moaned as she felt his tongue and mouth on her breasts. He looked up at her and grinned. "Daddy's back," he said one last time before repeating the actions they had just done, except this time it would be with his mate.
{I think I can live with that} Willow giggled as she felt his tongue lick at her naval. {I think I could definitely live with that.}
~Part: 7~
Angel awoke the next morning to find himself somewhat confused about the night before. Deep down inside, he wanted to believe that everything had just been a dream, but a part of him knew it wasn't. And for that, he truly was thankful.
When he stretched his arms and legs, he found himself hitting another body. Angel slowly looked over and a huge smile crossed his face when he realized who it was. Willow.
~~~*~~~
Angel stared at her for what seemed like hours. He was just observing everything about her. Her hair, her face, her nose, eyes, mouth, ears. Her neck, shoulders, breasts, arms, hands, fingers, naval, legs, feet, toes. His smile widened when he touched her thigh on the inside and found her soaked. Even after the night before, she still ready to take him.
Smiling like a chesire cat, he bent down and dipped his tongue into her soaking passage. Deeping his tongue as deep as he possibly could, he moved his body in between her legs without removing his tongue once.
Willow gasped the moment she felt the tongue enter her. Her eyes fluttered open to see nothing but brunette hair in between her legs. She began to grind herself against his face, urging him to go on.
Angel looked up at her and smiled. She was staring straight at him, her eyes never leaving his. She knew what was happening and she knew she was the cause of it. Why she wanted it was beyond his knowledge, but who was he to complain? Whatever it was she wanted, she got it.
Angel knew Willow was close to orgasm. Having witness several the night before, he knew just how to break her. When he felt she was about to explode, he retrieved his tongue and crawled up her body. He planted kisses on her naval, her stomach, her breasts, then stopped when he reached her neck. He slammed into her, causing her to arch into him.
He thrusted inside of her fast and quick, knowing they were both close. The faster he went, the harder she met every thrust that he had. She screamed out her orgasm but Angel continued. Knowing he too was close, he bit just as he spilled all of his seed deep into her.
Angel didn't stop drinking until he felt her heartbeat slow down. When he knew he could barely hear it, he gashed a cut into his throat and brought Willow's mouth to meet the blood.
As she started to drink slowly, Angel began to move inside of her again. He spilled more seed deep into her womb and pulled out of her. He rolled them over so she was on top but made sure she was still drinking. He pulled her mouth away when he heard her heart beat for the final time.
He smiled to himself happily, knowing that what he had just done was the right thing. How he was going to tell the others, he wasn't sure. Afterall, it was them who brung her to him, unknowing of what Willow really wanted. He took in a deep sigh and closed his eyes. Tomorrow, he was going to teach his childe the ways of darkness. And he was going to have a little fun with the others.
Well, how else were they going to know that Angelus was back in town?
~Part: 8~
That was it. That was the final draw. He had enough of all the stupid pranks that they were playing on him and it was time for them to stop.
First, it was the blood on his bed. Then it was the painted toilet seat. The creepy noises during the night. The hot water being shut completely turned off. The jokes about his sex life. Now this. They weren't even there a week and already they couldn't stop the practical jokes on him.
~~~*~~~
Lindsey barged into the hotel lobby only to stop himself quickly before continueing. He blinked his eyes once, then blinked again. Making sure that what he was seeing was for real.
Xander. Crawling on the floor. Like a dog. Sniffing the walls as if he was looking for something. A *very* naked Xander then raised his leg when he came to a spot on the wall. He then raised his leg and peed. Lindsey just stood there. Stunned. Unable to move at all. He knew he should look away, but he couldn't bring himself to do that. He wondered if Xander knew what he was doing. He knew some people sleepwalked at times. He wondered if that was what was happening with him.
He watched as Xander, after he was done peeing on the wall, put his leg down and stand. He walked up the stairs as if nothing had happened. Lindsey still stood motionless. He blinked again just to make sure he wasn't imagining things.
After realizing that what he saw was indeed what he saw, his mouth grew into a very huge smile. {Paybacks are a bitch} he thought to himself. He now knew exactly how to pay Xander back for all of the practical jokes. And the rat in the mailbox just topped it all off. He smiled to himself as he backed out of the office. He laughed to himself as he kept re-picturing Xander's motions. Oh yeah ... paybacks were a bitch.
~Part: 9~
Everyone gathered into the hotel lobby, waiting anxiously to see what the emergency was. None of them had heard anything from Willow or Angel in close to a week and they were all worried, each in their own way.
Lindsey, Gunn and Virginia were both worried because neither of them knew the other two very well. They had heard all the rumors and such about what would happen if Angel had conquered one moment of pure happiness. It was something that none of them wanted.
Faith, Cordelia, and Wesley knew all the dangers of what would happen if Willow and Angel had done what they thought. Cordelia, in a sense, didn't think it was possible, though. Wesley, however disagreed with her. He argued that even if Willow was depressed over the death of Buffy, that perhaps she really could bring out the true happiness within Angel and set the demon free. Cordelia argued that it wasn't possible. Faith just hoped they would both shut up already.
Xander and Anya didn't want to believe it. Anya was thinking that maybe this was what Willow had wanted and she had tricked them into coming here. Xander didn't want to believe that. He didn't think Willow was capable of such a deceitful act. Or, at least, he prayed that she wasn't.
Spike knew what had happened. Knowing that when Drusilla rambled on about her visions that none of them were to ever be taken lightly. The visions she had had about a weak, little tree were very true. However, on the inside, she was as strong as she ever had been. She was just playing with them to figure out their weaknesses. As he thought about how happy his grande-sire was going to be w/his fire, he couldn't help but smile to himself.
"She's finally a part of our family, Spikey," Dru smiled. "She was able to bring back Daddy and he has created yet another childe."
"I know, Dru," he replied as they stayed in the shadows of the lobby.
"Spikey, should I or your little slayer be jealous of your feelings for the little tree?"
Spike threw her a crooked grin. "Don't you worry, Princess. You're little human over there will live only because Angelus knows how much you care for him. And as for Faith," he smiled. "She'll love the little tree as much as I."
Dru clapped. "Oh goody. So I don't have to worry about anyone's death that I actually care about," she smiled.
Spike nodded in agreement. He didn't like Dru's lover, Lindsey, but if he made her happy, he knew Angelus would keep him alive. As for everyone other than Faith, he couldn't care less if they all died a long and horrible death. As long as he was able to help in the carnage.
~~~*~~~
"Are you ready, Willow?" Angel asked as he nuzzled her neck to wake up his sleeping beauty.
Willow moaned as she felt his fingers dip deep inside of her. "Yessssss," she hissed. Angelus smiled. "Good." He pulled his fingers from her wet channel and licked his fingers dry. "Let the games begin."
~~~*~~~
Angel and Willow walked down the stairs hand in hand. As soon as they entered the lobby, Faith's eyes looked up at Willow. She was completely stunned. She now understood exactly what Spike meant by his was getting a new grande-mum.
The others paid no attention their presence until Spike and Drusilla stepped out of the shadows. They all turned towards the couple and noted how they clung to one another.
Lindsey, Gunn, Virginia, Wesley, and Cordelia stood there in shock. They knew exactly the one thing that they feared, had happened. Wesley drew his arms around his wife and Gunn put his arms around Cordelia. She looked up at him and he gave her a kiss. He knew that if he was going to die, he at least wanted to do that before his death. Cordelia smiled then turned back toward the couple of the moment. She noted the expressions on their faces.
~~~*~~~
Willow looked about the lobby, wondering how they all knew of what had happened. She didn't exactly figure it out until a few days before. Being turned for nearly a week but yet didn't realize it for almost that amount of time. She noted the scared looks on their faces and knew it was time to tell the truth.
~Part: 10~
Angel guided everyone out onto the patio deck so they could all talk. He knew that his childe was trying hard not to kill them all right then and there, but he knew that she understood she had to tell them about her 'position' in Buffy's death. He really was going to love watching the faces of their pathetic little faces when she described everything to them. She truly was magnificent.
~~~*~~~
Willow stood as the others sat down. She was trying so hard not to laugh as she watched their faces. They all knew of what she was, but what they didn't know, was that in fact, she was the one who had planned Buffy's death.
~~~*~~~
"So, Red. What's all this about?" Spike asked as he took a hit off of his cigarette.
Willow smiled at him. "Well, Spike," she started. "This has to do with truth, betrayal, innocence that no longer exists, and death. Where would you like for me to start?"
"Well, luv. It all depends on *who* we're talking about."
"Let us just say, someone you all knew, except for a few, is going to be talked about here tonight. Shall I start?" She asked as everyone nodded their heads. She stood beside Angel as he looked on to make sure no one tried to attack her. She started her tale.
~~~*~~~
"As most of you know, three years ago we lost a dear friend. She was someone we could all call a friend. Someone we each loved dearly. Someone who was a protector of all humanity. Someone who actually made me sick to my stomach at times because she was damn perfect."
"Wills--"
"Shut up, Xander. This is *my* time to talk and if you speak, I will rip out your tongue and make you eat it. Understood?" she glared at him. After receiving a chuckled from Spike, a smile from Drusilla, a snicker from Angel, a gasp from Xander, and faceless expressions from the others, she continued.
"Well, I decided that it was time that little shy Willow make her presence known to the slayer. Unsure of how to do so, I asked myself one thing. I asked, 'how can I make her pay for all the years of torment?'
Now, I know what you're going to say, Xander. You're going to sit there and say, 'torment? Buffy never tormented you. She loved you, Wills. You and her were best friends. Why would you ever think that she tormented you?'
Well, first off, *Xander,* you never knew the real Buffy. Ohhhhh she was a gem! So lovable you wanted to rip out her throat just so she couldn't talk at times. It was always 'Me this, Me that. Me got played by Parker and Angel denied me yet *again.*'
Did you ever wonder why he denied her? Well, I knew why. It was because he couldn't tell her his true feelings about me, so he turned her away. Buffy never knew why. And all I can say is, damn is he good at pretending.
But anyways. I knew about the demon coming to town and I *had* to do something to get rid of Buffy. So, I continued my ... *act* ... and drew her into the line of fire. I never knew it would be so easy to play all of you. Hell, I even played Angel and Spike. Neither of them knew what hit 'em. And well, when Angel tried to show compassion the night we got off the flight, I knew it was time.
I meant it when I said I felt bad for her death. After it was said and done, I never felt so bad in my life. I knew there was nothing I could do to bring her back, so I tried to run from the guilt. But, she haunted me in my dreams. She, herself, has never allowed me to forget the day I ended her life. I haven't forgiven myself because I know I was the one who ended her life.
I'm not asking for forgiveness because I know none of you will give it to me and well, I *really* don't want it. You see, there's more to this story, but I'm not sure if any of you can handle it or not. If you can, just let me know, ok?" They all nodded in agreement.
"Well, I'm pretty sure you have all figured out *exactly* what has happened to lil ole me. Am I right?" They nodded. "Good. At least I know you're smart. So, I take it you all understood your fate then?" Once again, they all nodded, trying to show absolutely no fear. She smiled in response. "Goody. Now, here's where the story gets fun.
The other night, after Xander *spilled* his guts about the 'torment of his best friend,' I started to think. What if that poor, innocent little girl that he knew was to go away, maybe, just *maybe,* I would finally get some respect from him. But did it happen? Fuck no! He just started to treat me as if I was fragile. Me! Willow Rosenburg! The girl who survived for three years on her own. Making her way through life without the help of anyone.
So, I decided I was going to play my own little game. Let him see the girl that he always knew. Let him see the sweet, shy, *weak,* innocent girl that he grew up with. Then once I was here, make my move. I didn't realize that Angel was going to play along.
I knew he loved me, but I didn't know how much he wanted me. That night after you told him about my past, he was more than ready to *play* with me," she said as she straddled his lap, grinding herself against him. "I knew the look in his eyes and I knew what I wanted to happen. I knew I had to have Angelus and not Angel. Angel was too much like me. Weak, pathetic ... I needed someone more like the real me. Evil, soulless, non-regretful. I needed Angelus as much as he needed me.
I never expected him to turn me. *That* was an extra bonus and might I say, a very *delicious* bonus," she whispered as she licked his neck. She grinned to herself when she heard him moan and grip her hips, pushing her harder down onto her hard covered erection.
Spike smiled to himself as he watched his grande-sire and mate play. He had to give the girl credit because of everything she had done, but he was also envious of Angel. Afterall, not everyone got to have their own little playmate who killed their soul's love.
He cleared his throat and got the stares of daggers from both Angel and Willow. Willow grinned when she saw the look on his face. She turned to look at Angel and licked his lips. "Later, baby. We can play in their blood." She stood and Angel moaned outloud. The things she did to him. He was definitely going to make her pay for this later.
~~~*~~~
Willow stood before the group, but made no actions to even finish her story, or even move. Faith and Drusilla each stood behind their respective mates, pulling them out of harms way. Once they had them at a safe distance, the four vampires surrounded the other six guests.
Willow stared at Xander and Anya. She loved them for all the help that they had ever given her, but she knew it was time. Xander had been her best friend her whole life and she knew of Anya's pregnancy, but what else was she going to do? It wasn't as if she *cared* about them anymore. Their friendship had died the moment Buffy Summers entered their lives. He was just unaware of it.
She moved swiftly, backhanding Xander so hard that he fell to the ground. She grabbed him by the throat and threw him into the side of the hotel. Wesley tried to run to his aide, but angel caught him by his arm and pulled him into his holding. Anya stood there frozen, unsure of what to do.
Willow turned to look at her and stalked toward her. Xander slowly started to stand, only to have himself be knocked back to the ground. Spike stood over him, making sure his eyes were glued on the two women.
The others within the group didn't know what to do. They were completely stunned, yet somehow they knew this was their fate. Willow grabbed Anya by the throat and bit into her neck deeply with her fangs. As she started to slowly drain her, she brung her hands up around on placed them on her head then snapped it.
Xander screamed out in horror. "You *Bitch!*" He yelled. Willow turned to him, Anya's blood still dripping from her fangs and stalked toward him. She looked at Spike and he backed away. She bent down and snapped his neck in a matter of moments. Angel did the same thing to Wesley and his wife, Virginia. The only two who were left standing were Gunn and Cordelia.
Cordelia closed her eyes, silently awaiting her fate. Willow looked up at Angel and he nodded his approval. She grabbed the girl by her and neck and stabbed her with her fangs, draining all of her life out of her. Angel did the same thing with Gunn. Each of them meeting their fate, each by the one person they knew better than themselves in their world. Their Sire.
~~~*~~~
Angel shut the door behind him and walked down the stairs to the group in the hotel lobby. He looked on as Spike and Willow fought one another, Drusilla standing by and clapping for Willow. He smiled to himself, knowing there were going to be fun games ahead.
Spike had turned his beloved Faith the same as Drusilla turned her lovey, Lindsey. Angel had turned Gunn, knowing he would fight along his side. Willow wanted Cordelia for her own little games and because she said they could use her to their advantage. Each of them had their own power and their own skill. They would make their place within his family.
With Lindsey behind the scenes in Wolfram & Hart, Faith with her slayer abilities, now tied in with her vampire abilities. Drusilla with her visions of the future's destiny. Gunn, who was strong and willing to fight, Cordelia with her visions. Spike with his need for blood lust, then his mate, Willow. She was cunning, smart, and everything he had ever hoped for. She had finally done what was right for her and no one else.
He smiled the perfect chesire grin. This was definitely going to be a wonderful family.
The End