~12~ The Dark Streets

Willow fidgeted in the Wolfram and Hart safehouse.  The lawfirm had put them
up.  The idea of a lawfirm catering to vampires and other demons amused the
red witch to no end.  She sighed and fingered her new blade.

Moans of pleasure and gasps of pain filtered to her ears from the other
room.  Xander and Druscilla had been at it for hours, ever since Spike had
been taken to get his chip removed.

"Bored now", she sighed, unconsciously mimicing her vampire double.

She wanted to see Angel.  The redhead was impatient and didn't want to wait
any longer.

Silence abruptly descended upon her ears.  Willow grinned.

"Dru, Xander, I'm going to pay a vist to everyone's favorite ensouled
vampire!", she called.

Moments later, the tall, willowy vampiress emerged naked and bloody from the
bedroom.  Willow stared at the woman admiringly.

Druscilla's almond shaped eyes twinkled mischeviously.  She allowed her hand
to lightly caress Willow's cheek.

The raven haired vampiress stared into the mortal's green eyes.  Willow's
gaze was clear and unblinking.  Druscilla smiled.  "Oh lovely, my dear.
Daddy will love you, Little Tree."

"I'm counting on that Dru."

Winking flirtatiously at Druscilla, Willow left in a swirl of flapping
leather.

The lawfirm had informed her that things for Angel had changed.  He'd
allowed a group of lawyers to be destroyed, he'd fired his p.i. staff.
There would never be a better time for the red witch to slip right in.  The
soul was weak.

"The only downside", she thought, "was Darla's return."  Willow had read the
Watcher Diaries, she didn't like the blond vampiress.  She was powerful, but
not particularly intelligent or imaginative.  The witch smirked.  "I hope
Angelus and Dru aren't overly fond of her....", her thoughts trailed off.

The streets of L.A. were dark and inviting to Willow.  The spellcaster
smiled.  Her agile mind pondering all the things the darkness hid, all the
things she could do.

Willow fingered the knife she carried in the pocket of her new leather
jacket.  The blade was razor sharp.  She ached to test it out.

"Spells were all well and good, but sometimes there was nothing like the
personal touch", the young woman mused.  "Too bad no one knew where Oz was."
  That thought almost caused Willow to laugh out loud.

The cyber witch made an attractive figure as she stalked down the street
dressed in head to toe black.

Chino Mendez thought the little redhead was fine.  He whistled obnoxiously
as she walked by.  He easily pictured the lithe woman naked, all porcelain
skin, green eyes and red hair.  The greasy youth was sure her nipples were a
peachy color.  He smirked and adjusted the crotch of his baggy jeans.

Willow slowed, as the teenager whistled and made obscene gestures.  She
stopped half a block away from him and looked over her shoulder enticingly.
One perfectly formed eyebrow arched upwards.

She turned to face the youth and unzipped her jacket, exposing the small
black halter she wore, and a large expanse of creamy skin.  The witch
beckoned him towards her with a wave of her hand.

Chino grinned, he couldn't believe his luck.  He started forward, following
the bewitching beauty into an alleyway.

Hasty mouths met in the anonymous darkness.  Chino moaned as the tiny
redhead pushed him up against a brick wall.  "Can't wait to see if that red
hair's natural", he quipped.

Willow rolled her eyes.  The greasy youth barely felt it when the blade went
into his stomach like a hot knife through butter.

Chino's eyes widened in shock.  "The crazy bitch stabbed him!", he thought
desperately, as pain radiated through his abdomen.

The witch enjoyed the play of emotions on the teens face.  Shock, disbelief,
horror, agony.  It was delicious.  She twisted the knife in the wound,
determined to cause the most pain possible.  Cruelly, Willow pulled the
blade out of the boy's ruined flesh and plunged it in again.

As the life faded from the youth's eyes, Willow wondered in Xander would let
her borrow his railroad spikes someday.

~13~ Laughter In The Darkness

Darla sat on Angel's desk, seemingly completely at home.  She swung her legs
impatiently, her fingernails tapping sporadically as she waited for her
former Childe to discover her presence.

Cordelia lay on one of the sofa's in the lounge.  She was hyper aware of her
surroundings.  Angel wasn't Angelus exactly, but he was also not to be
underestimated.  The brunette strained her senses.

As his Seer, she and Angel had shared a bond or sorts.  She wondered if it
had changed, deepened or even been destroyed now that they were the same.
Vampires.  Killers.

Suddenly the former May Queen felt him.  She turned her head.  "How had he
gotten behind them?", Cordelia wondered.

"Darla, Cordelia", Angel said calmly, stoically.

"Hello Angel", Darla drawled.

The petite blond hopped off the desk and walked toward the dark vampire.

Darla's hand trailed along the desk's smooth surface as she walked slowly up
to the handsome vampire.  She allowed a small smile to grace her features.

Cordelia rose from the couch and stood behind her Sire.

Angel blinked, momentarily surprised.  "Had Cordelia just winked at him?",
he wondered.  His face betrayed none of his inner thoughts.

"So Angel, you are alone again."  The blue eyed blond cocked her head.  "How
does it feel?"

His eyes flashed, but Angel remained silent.  Hatred pooled in his stomach.
He had tried to protect them.  He had fired them, hoping they would survive
Darla's reappearance and her partnership with Dru.  Yet the bitch hadn't let
it go.  She had taken them all away from him.  His friends, his family;
Cordelia, Wesley, Gunn.  They were gone.  Angel started forward wanting
nothing more than to pound Darla into the ground.

Cordelia got there first.

"He's not alone", the young vampiress murmured, before shoving a stake into
Darla's back and into her dead heart.  And then the blond gone in an
explosion of dust and ash.

Dust particles slowly settled on the marble floor, Angel followed their
descent in bemusement.

Cordelia's unladylike snort, caused his eyes to travel upwards.  He met the
eyes of the vampiress who had once been his Seer.  The brunette, smiled
brightly and sat down on the desk her Sire had vacated only moments before.

"So Angel, what should I call you?  Bro or great grand dad?"

Angel sat on the couch and stared at the ex-cheerleader.  "Maybe he wouldn't
be alone after all", he thought.

To Cordelia's frustration, the elder vampire, simply smiled.

He'd been so quiet in fact, that when Angel finally opened his mouth the
Seer was actually surprised.

"Brother works, I mean technically we were both made by Darla and we both
killed her.  How many vampires can say that?"

Cordelia stared at Angel.  Angel stared at Cordelia.  Matching grins
appeared on both their faces.

The rare sound of laughter echoed through the Hyperion Hotel.

~14~ The Dark Side

Buffy stalked angrily into Willy's Bar.  She was upset.  There had still
been no word on what had happened to Spike, Willow, or Xander.  She took
refuge in her anger, it was easier to deal with than her emotions.  She was
good at anger.

If the slimy little bartender knew anything about her vampire or her
friends, she'd beat it out of him.

The blond approached the bar and waited for Willy to notice her.

Willy turned, his eyes widening as he noticed the Slayer.  The various
demons and vampires in the bar murmured angrily under their breath.  Despite
this, most moved as far from the tiny woman as possible.

Buffy smirked.  "Hello Willy, long time no see", she said, staring at her
fingernails in a distracted manner.

The bartender gulped.  "Not long enough", he thought.

"What can I do for you?", he asked.

"Well Willy, two of my friends and a bleached blond vampire have suddenly
dissapeared.  No one seems to know what happened to them."

Abandoning her study of her shiny, lilac tinged nails, Buffy stared grimly
at the bartender.  "Is there anything you'd like to share with me about this
Willy?"

"I don't know anything Slayer."

Buffy grabbed the man by the collar, pulling him bodily across the counter.
"Don't make me hurt you Willy.  Two people I know are dead and three of the
Scoobies are missing.  If you know anything, you'd better share with the
class", she hissed.

Willy swallowed heavily.  The blond tightened her hold.

"Two days ago...", he gasped.

"Two days ago, what?", the Slayer reiterated, prompting the man.

"They were all seen walking together down a street."

Buffy let Willy go abruptly.  He slumped on the counter.

"Is that all?"

The bartender nodded.  He didn't trust himself to speak.  He wasn't about to
mention that Druscilla had been spotted with Xander, Willow and Spike.  The
looney vampiress would kill him without a second thought.

The blond Slayer walked to the door.  "You'd better be telling me the truth
Willy", she said without turning back.
~~~~

Luscious, fresh, warm, human blood coursed down his throat.  He groaned in
ecstasy.  "Goddamn, it had been too long", Spike thought, dropping the
drained body of the teenager by the already cooling corpse of his
girlfriend.  The vampire smirked and licked his lips.

He felt damned good.  The Big Bad was back.

Curiously, he felt the along the back of his head.  Already, the scar was
healing up nicely.

"Nothin' like vampire healing", Spike thought.

Stepping over the bodies of the couple he'd glutted himself on, Spike
continued on his way back towards the safe house.  He was looking forward to
showing Xander his place.  His lips curved slightly.  The British vampire
had a few ideas about that.  He could use a good blow job.

He walked along the dark streets completely at ease.  It was the smell of
blood which lured him into the alley.

The body of an olive skinned youth lay in a pool of his own blood.  He was
propped against a brick wall, his formerly white tee shirt dyed red with the
tasty liquid.

The bleached blond vampire caught a familiar scent.  "This is Red's work",
he thought appreciatively.  He'd really love to see what she could do with
her own railroad spikes.  Spike was sure that that would really be a sight
to behold.

Spike continued on his way, stopping to light a cigarette. He smirked
suddenly.

"I can't wait til Slutty the Vampire Layer gets a load of me".

~15~ Feeding the Dark

The sound of the door opening and closing, brought up short Angel and
Cordelia's conversation.

The two dark vampire's turned.  "Willow", they gasped in unison.

Cordelia stared at the little redhead in confusion.  Something was different
about Willow.  First, the witch smelled of blood. Secondly, Delia found that
she liked the lithe woman's outfit.  Either Wills had changed, or she was
cracking up.

The tall vampiress' throat thrummed with a low growl.

"Cordy hey", Willow said, grinning.  "You look good.  Kind of undead, but
good.  Apparently its a growing trend.  Xander's enjoying unlife in leather
too."

"Xander?"  Cordelia smirked.

Willow nodded and then looked at a dumbfound Angel.

The ensouled vampire was looking at the hacker with something akin to shock.
She was dressed in black.  Black leather pants, black halter top and black
leather jacket.  Willow never wore black.  She reeked of death and oozed
sexuality.

Angel had always been aware that Willow was beautiful.  Hyper aware, if the
truth were told.  But he'd always stayed away, never really seeing her as a
sexual being.  She was innocent, untouchable.  He could see that that had
changed.  Her green gaze was different.  It was direct, challenging.  The
innocence was gone.

For a moment, the handsome vampire was reminded of Willow's vampire
doppelganger.  His body hardened with arousal, the sound of her heartbeat
echoing in his ears.

Willow smirked.  Ever observant, she had noticed the evidence of Angel's
desire.  She knew that he would fight to ignore his body's reaction to her,
so she wasn't going to make it easy for him to do so.

"This is my chance", she thought. "Golden opportunities like this rarely
fall in one's lap."  Gauging the ways she could go about tempting Angel to
his fall, Willow looked at Cordelia beneath lowered lashes.  Her eyes rested
on the beautiful vampiress' plump bottom lip.

Cordelia whimpered quietly.  The look Willow had given her could've melt an
iceberg.  The undercurrents in the room were delicious, and she knew she
wasn't the only one who felt it.

"Fuck it", Willow murmured.

She stalked toward the taller woman.  The witch grabbed Cordelia's head with
a sudden, violent movement.  Their mouths met in an explosion of lust.

"Mmmmm...", the redhead moaned.

Willow's mind whirled, "this couldn't have been better if she'd planned it."
Seducing Angel would be cake.  A man would be hard pressed to ignore two hot
women making out, and Angel, despite everything else he was, was still a
man.

The Seer lifted her head and stared into the smaller woman's bright eyes.
What she saw there surprised her.  Delia's hazel eyes widened in sudden
understanding.  Willow's eyes were no longer guileless.  It was like looking
at her Sire.  The young woman's gaze was empty of conscience, guilt or
remorse.  She was here for Angel.  She would have Angelus.

A gasp escaped Cordelia's lips as the red witch's hands cupped her heavy
breasts, flicking the tips into pebbled awareness.

The young vampiress sensed Angel's movement.  He was having a hard time
standing still.

The brunette moaned and smiled at Willow.  She winked trying to convey her
readiness to acquiesce to whatever the hacker wanted.

Angel tried to ignore the desire coursing through his body.  He groaned as
the scent of the women's arousal hit him hard.  Watching his lovely new
sister and the beautiful witch, come together with passionate abandon,
snapped his fragile control of his baser instincts.

He wanted them both and he wanted them now.  The dark vampire knew he was
damning himself and he didn't care.  The Powers That Be could go recruit
some other sucker.

Willow hissed, as a cool, hard male body pressed into her from behind.  She
could feel Angel's hard cock against her lower back.  Trying to stay
focused, she continued to fondle and kiss Cordelia.  The redhead was
enjoying the feeling of power, hearing the ex-cheerleader's sounds of
enjoyment and feeling the evidence of the ensouled vampire's lust,
engendered.

The women's tongues continued to duel, as Angel nuzzled Willow's neck.  He
suckled and kissed the scented flesh, acutely aware of the blood rushing
just beneath the surface of her skin.

Suddenly impatient, Cordelia pushed the leather jacket from Willow's
shoulders, as Angel's mouth trailed up to the cyber witch's earlobe.
He scraped the bit of flesh with a fang and suckled on the drop of blood,
gratified to feel Willow jerk and moan in his arms.

~~~~~

Druscilla gasped as Spike's cold shaft pushed into her ass slowly.  Xander
was already buried to the hilt in the raven haired vampiress' cunt.  The
younger vampire grunted as the elder male's cock slid against his own
through the thin membrande that separated their members.

Xander waited for Spike to move.  The blond vampire had established his
dominance over the young vampire in various bloody and humiliating ways and
Xander suddenly found himself wanting the cocky vampire's approval.

"Fuck!", Spike gasped.

"He had missed this", he thought, "he had missed his Dark Goddess, and
frankly the boy was a nice bonus"

Slowly and in tandem, the two male vampire's began to move.  One thrusting,
as the other pulled out.

Druscilla moaned.  She felt so very full.  Like she would burst.  Her boys
were perfect.

Xander watched the emotions flitting across his Sire's face.  He looked over
her shoulder and found himself staring into Spike's icy blue eyes.  His body
was on overload.

The brunette gasped as Spike's cock rammed into Dru at the same moment as
his own.  "So tight", he grunted.

"Spike", he gasped, biting his lip in an effort to keep himself from
cumming.

The bleached blond smirked.  Leaning forward Spike licked the blood welling
from Xander's lip.

Xander's eyes flashed.

The vampire's continued to move as one.  Pounding into Drusilla's cool,
welcoming depths with abandon.  Abruptly, the vampiress exploded into
orgasm, her body tightening and fluttering around their shafts.

Unable to withstand the mounting pleasure, Xander and Spike came together,
shooting their dead seed inside Druscilla's satiated body.

The raven haired vampire cooed, her dark eyes clouding suddenly.

"Daddy's coming home luveys.  My red witch and the dark queen are bringing
him home to us."

Druscilla smiled.  "We will be a family again."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Willow's tongue traced and lapped at the pink entrance to Cordelia's
femininity.  The vampiress whimpered and writhed on the floor.

Angel enjoyed the show, his right hand jerking slowly on his massively erect
cock.

It was the sight of the redhead's fingers entering her own core in time to
her tongue's ministration's on Delia's clit, which spurred Angel to action.
He couldn't just watch anymore.

The dark haired vampire growled and pushed Willow's questing fingers out of
the way.  Angel took a moment to admire the sight of her pale ass, before
ramming himself harshly in the cunt of the tiny witch.  He grunted at the
amazing sensation of hot, pulsating flesh tightening around him.

He closed his eyes in pleasure.  He was lost and he knew it.

Beneath the large vampire, Willow pushed back against Angel's every powerful
thrust.  She was giddy.  Her mouth opened of its own accord, allowing a low
moan to escape.  Green eyes closed in ecstasy.

Opening her eyes suddenly, Willow stared into Cordelia's hazel eyes, and
smiled ferally.  The Seer's face mirrored the redhead's.  Victory was
their's.  Angelus would be free.

Cordelia's head lolled against her shoulder, she felt suddenly boneless, as
Willow inserted three fingers into her core.  The hacker continued to suckle
at her clit as she did so.  The feeling was exquisite.  The brunette
screamed as her orgasm washed through her body.  The lithe witch continued
to lap eagerly at her moist folds, riding out the vampiress' orgasm with
her.

Willow's sense of control faltered, as the large, male body thrusting into
her from behind began to slow.  Angel was changing the tempo, angling his
shaft so that it hit the sensitive spot above the redhead's cervix.  She
gasped in surprise, pleasure and pain intermingled.

"Angel", she gasped, "fuck me."

With an ease that belied years of womanizing before his self imposed
celibacy, Angel reached around Willow's body.  He palmed her pert breasts
and twisted her sensitive nipples, before sliding slowly downwards and
manipulating her clit.

Cordelia watched with slit eyelids.  They were beautiful, and as far as she
was concerned, they were hers.  Unable to help herself, the Seer rose up and
kissed the red witch passionately.

Willow moaned, abandoning herself to the moment.  Multiple sensations
assaulted her body.

Angel was rapidly losing control.  His thrust were becoming erratic, and
Willow's clenching and unclenching of her vaginal walls was not helping his
cause.  Her pussy was grasping his member rhythmically, like a fist opening
and closing.

He roared his release, as his climax slammed into him with the unexpected
force of concrete.  Dimly he heard Willow's own shout of gratification.
"Angel!", she cried.

The last thing he remembered before burying his fang's into the warm cyber
witch's throat was the beginning of mind numbing pain.

Willow gasped as Angel's teeth buried themselves in her neck, rocking her to
another mind bending orgasm.  Pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure.  There was no
difference.  Angel continued to drink.  Her sight dimmed.
And then, darkness claimed them both.

~~~~

Cordelia sighed in annoyance and stood staring at the two inert bodies on
the floor of what had been Angel's detective agency.

She snickered.  She hoped they were comfortable, because she certainly
wasn't going to move them.
 

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