Rating: R very much
Summary: Someone is a naughty girl.... PWP
Pairing: Willow/Angelus
Timeline: Buffy season 6 Angel, Sesason 3 I htink, just after Holst takes Connor away
Disclaimer: I didn't create them, just borrowing them for some fun
Distribution: My site www.angelfire.com/tv/NocturnalWillow/index.hmtl
Feedback: It's all good....
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Angel paced in his office, locking them all out. He had lost everything. He would have jumped into that portal to save Connor. Now he could relate to Holtz. His anger at the powers grew with every step. They all leave me, don't they? He asked out loud. Angel had cared for Doyle. In truth Doyle reminded him of Ryan. Ryan was his drinking buddy back when Angel was mortal. He fell to Darla as well. Angel 's anger increased when Fred got the call about Wesley. His throat had been slit. Angel chuckled. Angel saw the red crystal sphere. He picked it up. Conner loved that sphere. In a rush of anger Angel threw it against the wall. It smashed into pieces. Angel saw the smoke rising. Then Angel felt weak, sleepy. He let his body slump on the ground.
A few hours later, amber eyes popped open. It took time for them to focus. The mouth twisted to form a cynical simile. "Daddy's back." He whispered into the air. Angelus ran his tongue over his canines, loving the feel of them. Angelus listened to the message on the machine. It was that obnoxious policewoman again. Angelus went upstairs in the big hotel, knowing the others were with Wesley at the hospital. He tossed the closet, smiling when a pair of black leather pants was finally found. He slipped them on and dressed himself in a silk shirt as well. He had work to do. The others could wait.
Part 2
Willow rocked herself back and forth. She breathed easy as the power worked its way through her system. Something was happening. This fit was different than the other symptoms she had suffered through. Her mouth went dry and she felt shaky, very shaky. She tried to stand up, only to fall down. She curled into a fetal position and lie still. She saw the clock, but the large numbers confused her, their shapes were vague. She wondered how long this would last for. She never told the others that the withdrawal was that bad. She closed her eyes and welcomed the sleep.
Angelus called Fred and asked how Wes was. She had told him the same, still comatose. Angelus smiled. He hung up with her and pushed the accelerator to the floor, loving the speed the car had brought. Angelus enjoyed being back into the world again, and knew he must make sure his soul never came back. He knew which witch was powerful enough to cast that type of spell. Angelus arrived in Sunnydale quietly, not wanting to draw attention to himself. He saw the blond girl waking around the campus. He recognized her as Willow's girlfriend. He quickly followed her staying in shadow. He knew she was also magically inclined, and he did not know the extent of her power. He watched as she dropped a book. He snuck up behind her and covered her mouth. With an unnatural speed his teeth were buried in her neck. He let her drop when she was near death. He looked at her in the moonlight, seeing the untapped beauty with in her. He bent down, stoked her hair. He loved how her wild eyes looked up at him, and more than likely couldn't even see him. He slit his wrist and let her drink from him.
He picked her up and took her to the hotel he was staying at. He left her sleeping and went out to hunt. He fed from a few of Sunnydale's selection of whores. He then went to see if he could find himself a slayer. It didn't take him long. He laughed as he drove by the fast food joint and saw her wearing that ridiculous hat. Then he saw Spike. He watched as she walked out and wrapped her arms around him. He wanted to laugh as he saw their kiss. He shook his head and continued to drive away. He went back to his hotel room. He knew the girl would wake up soon. His mouth still tingled from the way she tasted.
He was glad to hear her moaning, shaking off the sleep. She looked so much better as a vampire, he said to himself. Her ridges were very defined. Her eyes looked into his and he was happy. "What?"
"What is your name girl?" Angelus casually asked.
"Tara."
"Its lovely, Tara. Who am I?"
"Sire?"
"You are such a smart girl." He told her as her touched the side of her face. His mouth crushed hers quickly, claiming it. "I am your master. Remember that."
"Yes Master." She said.
"Tell me where to find Willow." He demanded.
"She lives in the Summers house." Tara said. He extended his wrist and she bit into it, loving the taste of his blood.
Angelus moaned, as he loved the feeling of her teeth in him. His growl told her to stop. She obeyed. "You are ready to hunt, yes?"
She licked her lips, exposing her canines. "Yes. I am."
"We will go to the Bronze. Find your prey lure them outside. I will watch you."
She nodded. I took her to a store first, dressed her in leather pants and a deep blue tank top. She looked radiant. He reminded her that the Scooby gang was off limits. He watched as she used her feminine wiles as lured three people to their deaths. "Full now." She told Angelus. They left the club together. Angelus had trained with her. "I have a mission for you, one that if you fail, you will stay dead. Is that understood?"
"Yes Master." Tara cooed. He gave her directions to the hospital.
Part 3
Willow finally woke up and felt remotely normal. She took a shower, trying to rid herself of the bad feeling that loomed over her. "I can beat this." She whispered to her self over and over again. She hoped with each recitation she would believe it more. She was glad to see Buffy and Spike were home. She worried about them. Dawn looked upset. "Dawn. are you ok?" Willow timidly asked. Willow knew she was the main target of Dawn's anger. After all, it was really all her fault that Tara left. Tara gave this place the needed stability.
"Tara didn't call." Dawn said, in an almost accusing voice.
"What?" Willow asked, feeling very confused.
"Its Thursday, Tara and I do movie on Thursday nights." Dawn said, glaring daggers at Willow. Willow looked away, feeling the isolation. "Would you wanna go to a movie, Dawn?" Willow asked.
"No." Dawn said and went up to her room.
"She still hates me." Willow muttered out loud.
"Give her time, Will." Buffy said forcing her smile.
"I'm going to go or a walk. Maybe hit the Bronze. I need to get air. Is that cool?" Willow asked.
"Be careful." Spike cautioned.
"I will." Willow said. She took her time going upstairs, as if she had to concentrate on where to put her feet. No one noticed that Willow was having difficulty. Willow put on a long black skirt with a white poet's blouse on. She walked out of the bedroom leaving the bag with a stake hidden on the dresser. She did remember a few minutes later. Willow left the house quietly; hoping the sinking feeling she had would disappear. Willow walked. She would pause at times, as if she knew she wasn't alone. But then as quickly as the feeling came on, it had passed. The Bronze was quiet, as usual. Willow found she was able to lose herself here. She could simply hide here. She knew her every behavior was analyzed, almost daring her to make a mistake. Here the pressure was gone. Willow thought she saw him. When she looked again, it confirmed he was there. "Willow?"
"Angel?" Willow questioned.
"Are you alright?" Angelus asked her playing the role of a concerned friend. He could see the bags under her eyes, hidden by make up.
"Yeah, just having a bad day." Willow chuckled.
"Why? Did Buffy or Spike say anything to you?" Angelus questioned her.
"No, ever feel so lost, that you will never find your way back?"
"Daily." Angelus chuckled. "How is your girlfriend?"
"She left me. I got hooked on magic, dark magic. It has been three months since I cast." She said.
"I am impressed." Angelus said. A slow song came on. "Would a dance cheer you up?"
"I don't know." Willow paused. Angelus held out his hand to her. He purposefully held her close. Angelus could smell the arousal. When the dance ended, he led them over to a corner. He told her about Connor and the loss. Willow felt her tears come. She knew how much it had meant to Angel.
"I am sorry to have made you cry." Angelus whispered to Willow. He touched the side of her face.
"Forgiven." Willow said to him.
"Let me get you something to drink." Angelus offered. She nodded. Angelus ordered her a glass of wine. He discreetly slit his finger letting his blood mix with the wine. He then went back to the table and gave her the glass of wine. Willow slipped it slow. Angelus grinned when Willow said it tasted so good. Angelus had made sure to get her five more glasses of the wine, each time adding more of his own blood to it. He watched as her speech became slurred, her eyes got heavy and she went to sleep. Angelus took her back to the mansion on Crawford Street. He was glad to find many of his toys still there.
He put new satin sheets on the king size bed. He secured the manacles to the bed, and then undressed her slowly. He took his time kissing her naked body. He knew she was starting to wake up from the erotic sensations. He then grabbed her ankles and slid himself completely in her. Her eyes shot open as he invaded her. Willow felt the pain as he stretched her. Angelus growled as the fear played in her eyes. He pounded into her deep, making sure to hit her g-spot with every stroke. Willow gasped as the sensations raced through her body. She knew this was wrong, but it felt so right. She let herself get lost in his violent passion. Angelus grinned as each orgasm took her resolve away. He groaned as she used her muscles to work him. He had not had a lover this good in years. Darla always was a whore; she wasn't per se a good one.
Angelus felt his release coming he leaned forward and bit deep in her neck. Willow came as his teeth pounded into her tearing at her virgin neck. Angelus didn't drink much, only enough to let her get off. "I'll never leave you, Willow. Ever." He whispered in her ear. Willow just lie on the bed, feeling the blood race in her veins. He then slit his wrist and gave her some. She licked his wrist timidly. She felt his dark power in the blood, loving its taste in her mouth. He watched as her eyes took on a black hue and purple sparks flew from her fingertips. For the first time in months, it all made sense now.
Paper Doll More
Willow woke up, feeling refreshed. She knew that she was sleeping late. It was a luxury she missed. Willow let herself lazily stretched, knowing that she couldn't linger in bed. She sat up in bed, before she realized she was naked. She quickly covered herself with a sheet. Then she wondered where she was, knowing she didn't own sating sheets. She looked over at the sleeping form next to her. Her eyes traveled the well-defined body. His back was to her. It was only the tattoo that she knew. Angel.
Willow closed her eyes and the images of their mating rushed into her head. She remembered the dizzying climaxes he brought to her. Then she remembered the way he looked at her when he bound her to the bed. This was Angelus. She felt miserable. It was then the cool arms wrapped around her. "Good evening." He silkily whispered in her ear. Willow froze. She knew the tone in his voice.
"Morning." She said quickly. She felt his lips on her neck. She was held in place by his strong arms.
"You intrigue me." He said as he kissed her neck.
"I do?" She questioned.
"Yes. Had I known then what I know now." He left off.
"You'd kill me." Willow whispered. She knew this was Angelus.
"You wouldn't have been dead long." He said. "My mark looks so lovely, in your flesh."
"So what happens now?" Willow asked.
"Well, you can come to LA with me." Angelus whispered to her.
"Buffy." Willow paused.
"I can kill her."
"No."
"Then come to LA. I won't be where you aren't."
"Angelus, this is wrong." Willow said, silent tears running down her cheek.
"Not at all. I finally found what it took centuries to find. I will not let you go. Know this Willow. No mater what place you run, I will find you." He whispered in her ear.
"But why me?"
"Willow, my sweet, you gave me your soul when you cursed me. You opened the door; I just walked inside. You played with fire, mystical fire. Now we shall both burn."
"What happens in LA?" She asked.
"We happen, so many possibilities Willow. The city will be under my control, soon."
"What about Sunnydale?" Willow asked.
Angelus chuckled. "So bold you are. This is Buffy's town. She will pass, and then we shall rule."
"Will you kill me?" Willow asked, almost hoping.
"When you are ready for immortality, you shall receive it." Angelus said, pulling her into a deep kiss. Angelus let his hands run over her body. He knew she was not used to this kind of pleasure. He was soon inside her, feeling her every spasm. No other lover had moved him as she did.
Willow felt complete as he took her, knowing he would always be there. He understood her in ways the others couldn't even fathom. She understood him. Even Tara, whom she loved, could never understand. "She won't leave you, I will make sure of it." Angelus whispered.
"She left me, left us."
"I brought her home." Angelus whispered. " She is a lovely thing. I have not yet had her."
"She is wonderful." Willow said, smiling.
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