Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing, except for my imagination. And my computer. Joss & co. own Buffy, and the lyrics belong to the band Fuel.
Rating: R. Very dark with violence, implied rape, character death.
Pairing: Willow/Angelus. Yes, you read that right!
Summary: Angelus *always* gets what he wants...
Spoilers: Up to mid-season 2, after Angel loses his soul.
Distribution: My usual haunts. Anyone else that wants it, just ask. I'll say yes!
Feedback: Please! I'd love to know if anyone would be interested in a sequel or anything. :)
Dedication: To Gabrielle, who wanted a W/Aus story for her birthday! Here you go, pet! Sorry it took me so long to finally post it! Thanks for being so patient with me! I hope you like your prezzie! :)
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Angelus entered the Crawford Street mansion, licking traces of his evening meal's blood from his lips. He walked into the sitting room, finding Drusilla fussing over Spike. "Dru. Roller Boy." He greeted, smirking at his male childe.
Spike scowled, while Drusilla beamed. "Daddy!" She exclaimed, leaving Spike's side to greet the dark-haired vampire.
Angelus swept Drusilla into his arms, nipping at her neck, making her squeal. She purred, and laid her head on his shoulder, and Angelus smirked over at Spike, before turning his attention back to Drusilla. "Hey, baby." He growled, kissing her roughly.
Spike rolled his eyes, and sighed angrily, hating when his Princess forgot about him in favor of her "Daddy". He growled when they showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. "I'm sitting right here, you know." He hissed through clenched teeth.
Angelus broke off the kiss, making Drusilla whimper in disappointment. "Oh. You're still here." Angelus commented, looking over at his blonde childe. "Sorry, Sit-N-Spin, you tend to blend in with the furniture in here."
Spike's eyes flashed yellow. "Why don't you get your hands off my girl, and go play with your own?" He asked angrily.
Drusilla looked up at Angelus curiously. "Yes, how is your Fire Princess, Daddy?"
Angelus smiled. "She's just fine, love."
"When do we get to meet her?" Drusilla asked excitedly.
"Soon, Dru." Angelus replied, pleased that Dru seemed to have gotten over her murderous jealousy of the redhead, and no longer wanted to hurt the girl that was "stealing her Daddy".
Drusilla moved out of her sire's embrace, and made her way back to Spike's side. "Aren't you excited to meet our new Mummy, pet?" She cooed at Spike, stroking his cheek, making him purr. She looked over at Angelus, pouting slightly. "I want to meet Mummy now."
"She's not ready yet, Princess." Angelus replied patiently.
"Yeah, he probably hasn't driven her insane, yet. Seems to be the only way he can get women to have him." Spike muttered sourly. He smirked at his sire. "You've had her here for almost two bloody weeks, and you still haven't broken her in. Maybe after all that time with the soul, you've forgotten how to do it properly. Or maybe your equipment just doesn't work anymore." Spike grinned.
"Rest assured, Roller Boy, my equipment works just fine." Angelus replied with a growl.
"Either way, I'd be happy to break in your girl for you." Spike smirked. "She really is a cute little thing. I bet I could make Little Red scream."
Angelus snarled, and moved with supernatural speed, grabbing Spike by the throat, lifting him out of his chair. "You will not go anywhere near her. She. Is. Mine." Angelus snarled around his fangs, his golden eyes cold with anger. "If you so much as *think* about touching her, I will ram a stake through your heart before you could so much as blink. Are we clear, boy?" He threw his childe back down into his chair with such force that the chair, and Spike, were knocked to the floor. With a final growl to his bleached blonde childe, Angelus turned to leave the room, glancing at Drusilla as he walked past her. "Help the cripple into his chair, Dru." He ordered, before stalking out of the room.
Drusilla watched him go, wide-eyed. She righted Spike's wheelchair, and helped him back into it. Spike glared at the doorway the elder vampire had just left through. "Prick." He spat angrily.
"You shouldn't of teased him, love." Drusilla spoke softly. "You know how he feels about the Fire Princess."
Spike shook his head in disgust. "The ponce is bloody obsessed with the girl. I actually feel sorry for her."
Drusilla merely smiled. "Daddy is going to make her his. We will have a new Mummy very soon, Spikey." She giggled. "Let's go out, Spike. It is such a lovely night, and the stars are singing..."
"Sounds good to me, Princess." Spike replied, eager to get out of the mansion for a while. "Are you hungry, pet?"
"Yes." Drusilla replied, wheeling Spike out the door. "Let's find something young and sweet to eat, Spikey. And the fear makes the blood taste better."
"That it does, luv." Spike agreed as they headed off into the night.
Angelus watched his childer leave, and headed up the stairs, anticipation growing with each step he took. He walked down the hallway, and stopped outside his bedroom door.
Memories are just where you laid them
Dragging the waters til the depths give up
their dead
What did you expect to find?
Was it something you left behind?
Don't you remember anything I said when I
said
Willow had no idea how long she had been there. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. She didn't know. She had been walking home from a late night research session, alone, after reassuring Buffy she would be fine walking by herself.
That had been a mistake.
She was only a few blocks from home, when *he* appeared out of nowhere, melting out of the shadows. He told her he had been watching her, waiting to get her alone. He told her she was going to belong to him. She had turned to run...
She should of known better.
He caught her easily, lifting her body into his arms as she fought uselessly to free herself. He had smiled at her, triumphantly, and whispered in her ear...
"Mine." Even his voice had been triumphant.
Then, she had felt sharp pain as he bit into her neck. She had screamed in pain, before she blacked out.
When she woke up, she had been here, chained to the wall, in total darkness. He always left the room in complete darkness, probably because he didn't need light to see her, with his enhanced eyesight. The dark made her feel powerless.
And he knew that.
She hated being chained to the wall even more than she hated the darkness. She hated it even more when he unchained her, because it usually meant he would take her to his bed. When he finished with her, she usually was sporting fresh bites and marks. Sometimes, he wouldn't do anything to her physically, he would do it with words, telling her that her friends had given up on finding her, that no one was looking for her, that no one cared, that she was his, that she belonged to him now, and there was nothing she could do...
Willow really didn't know what he wanted with her, she just hoped he would tire of her soon, and let her go...
She knew he would never let her go. He would most likely kill her instead, and she really didn't care.
In fact, she almost welcomed it.
Then, that way, she would be free of him.
Then, she could rest.
Don't fall away and leave me to myself
Don't fall away and leave love bleeding in
my hands, in my hands again
And leave love bleeding in my hands, in my
hands
Love lies bleeding
Angelus stood outside his bedroom door, smiling slightly as he let the feeling of anticipation build up within him. He looked at the long, deep scratches on his door, courtesy of Dru. The night he brought Willow home, Drusilla had been livid, scratching at the door, shrieking for the blood of the "nasty little girl" who wanted to "steal her Angel". After he had literally beaten her black and blue, his insane childe had stopped wanting to kill Willow, in fact seemed almost looking forward having a new "sister" to play with. Every day, she asked Angelus when she could meet her new "Mummy", that she wanted to have tea and cakes with the "Fire Princess", and introduce her Mummy to her dollies.
After he decided he had waited long enough, he took the key out of his pocket, and slid it into the lock. With a click, the door was unlocked. He turned the knob slowly, opening the door, and stepping into the dark room.
Oh hold me now I feel contagious
Am I the only place that you've left to go?
She cries her life is like
Some movie in black and white
Dead actors faking lines, over and over and
over again she cries
*Click*
She hated the sound of that click.
It meant *he* was there.
The doorknob turned.
Soon, he would be in the room with her.
The door opened, the light from the hallway hurting Willow's eyes as she winced under the sudden brightness.
The door closed again, leaving the room in darkness once again.
She heard footsteps moving towards her, stopping in front of her.
Willow winced as a cool hand reached out and stroked her cheek.
"Hello, darlin'." A soft voice purred.
Don't fall away and leave me to myself
Don't fall away and leave love bleeding in
my hands, in my hands again
And leave love bleeding in my hands, in my
hands
Love lies bleeding
Angelus opened the bedroom door, easily seeing Willow's form in the darkness. He smiled, and started to walk over to her, watching as her eyes widened and she stiffened. His smile widened, and he reached out to touch her cheek, caressing the soft warm skin, chuckling softly when she winced at his touch. "Hello, darlin'." He purred. "How's my girl today?"
Willow just stared blankly ahead, not moving even when he unlocked her shackles, and gathered her limp body in his arms, carrying her over to his bed. He laid her down gently, running his eyes over the various marks and bruises on her body. He brushed his thumb over the deep bite mark on her neck, a feeling of possessiveness coming over him. "Mine." He growled, leaning down to nuzzle her neck, sinking his fangs into his mark, reclaiming her as his. He pulled back, looking at her with amber eyes. "Mine." He repeated.
Angelus noticed Willow had snapped out of whatever trance she was in, and now had tears running down her cheeks as her lower lip trembled. His eyes flashed with lust, and he growled again, kissing her passionately. She struggled against him, tears filling her eyes as she felt his erection against her. She closed her eyes, and tried to pretend she wasn't there, tried to get away from what she knew was going to happen.
And I watched as you turned away
You don't remember, but I do
You never even tried
Angelus withdrew his fangs from Willow's neck, pulling her into arms. He looked down at her face, and saw her eyes were closed, and her body was limp in his arms. "Willow." He murmured, shaking her gently, growling when she didn't respond. He shook her harder. "Willow!"
Willow's eyes flew open, and she gasped, startled. Her wide green eyes darted around, and she looked confused, as if she didn't know where she was. She saw Angelus, and her eyes filled with tears. She started to sob when she realized she was still there, with *him*. "I-I was gone..." She sobbed. "Why did you make me come back?"
Angelus chuckled. "You think you can get away from me, kitten?" He grabbed her chin harshly, tilting her head back so she was staring into his dark eyes. "You're mine, Willow." He nuzzled her neck again, running his tongue over his mark on her neck.
"P-Please, just let me go, or kill me, just make it stop..." Willow sobbed, unable to take anymore.
Angelus smiled in triumph, seeing the broken look in her eyes. "I'll make it stop, baby..." He murmured silkily, biting into her neck, drinking deeply.
Willow's eyes closed and her breathing grew shallow as the vampire stole her life's blood. She sunk into the welcome darkness, never hearing his whispered words.
"You're not going to die, Princess, you're going to live for forever." He whispered as he cut a gash on his neck with a claw, moving her head to the wound, smiling as she began to suckle weakly.
Don't fall away and leave me to myself
Don't fall away and leave love bleeding in
my hands, in my hands again
Leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands
again
Leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands
again
END