Rating: NC-17 (in the future)
Pairing: W/A
Warning: sex, noncon
Summary: answer to satanslut's challenge. Angel becomes obsessed with
Willow and does some not very nice things to her.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it, damn my luck
This is my first fic so positive feedback is most welcome.
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~Prologue~
Angel would like to say he was a good man, but he can't. He'd like to
say a lot of things about himself actually, that he was honest and selfless,
but again, he can't.
Before Hell, the vampire had fooled himself into believing that
he wasn't anything like his soulless counterpart. That the dark desires
Angelus had thrived on were not his own.He used to believe that he enjoyed
helping others and loved the slayer, but he can't do that anymore. A few
hundred years of torture will do that to a person. Force you to focus on
something, anything, in the hopes that you can maintain at least some sense
of sanity. For Angel it was himself, himself and his life.
The vampire had learned quickly that that kind of introspective
thinking could lead to an almost painful amount of self-discovery. He'd
come to realise during the time that he had spent in Hell that he was sick
and tired of feeling ashamed for being what he was. Sick of the guilt that
had plagued him since he'd been cursed with the soul so many years ago.
Once the he'd returned from that fiery prison and reclaimed some hold of
his mind, the demon known as Angel had decided to make some decisions regarding
the direction his unlife would take.
No longer would humanity exist on a pedestal. No longer
would he believe that humans were so much better than demons, than him.
His mind was definately clear on that subject. After all, hadn't his once
precious humans committed acts that even his own race would be proud to
have claimed doing.
Angel knew first hand the type of darkness that could reside in the
human soul. Indeed, hadn't the young Liam thrived upon his baser instincts.
Taking what he wanted, when he wanted it, and being all the more happy
for satisfying those whims.
Though the demon Angelus had perverted that twist in his personality
into something altogether inhuman, the satisfaction was ever present. Unfortunately
for the dark vampire, that was a feeling he could not remember having ever
experienced personally.
Though he would never have admitted it at the time, being with Buffy
had been more about seeking redemption and pissing off the demon than about
him ever truly loving the girl. And now, after seeing the slayer through
both Angelus's eyes and the torments of Hell, Angel understood one thing
about his feelings towards the blonde...
He hated her. Hated that he had acted like a lovestruck puppy
whenever he was in her presence. Hated that she had overlooked his very
nature to suit her ideals of the perfect life. Worst of all, he hated her
for her weakness. She had allowed his demon to gleefully partake in the
destruction of her and her friends' lives all because of her unwillingness
to completely lose her boyfriend. Even turning her back on those friends
and her destiny because of a teenaged tantrum.
Fortunately the blonde hadn't realised that he was loathe to be in her
company, preferring to believe that it was a sense of guilt over his time
as Angelus that had dulled his enthusiasm for her. At times, Angel wanted
to laugh at that. Oh no, guilt certainly wasn't the emotion that affected
him whenever he thought over those months; rather it was sadness. He was
most unhappy that it had not been him, the soul, that had caused the slayer
such delicious pain. He was certain that torturing the blonde would go
a long way to satisfying the darker and baser qualities of his soul.
Speaking of satisfaction, he could think of one other that would
be able to fulfil his needs. Willow. Yes, the innocent hacker had haunted
him since she had returned his soul, longer if he considered how his demon
had felt about the girl.
It was almost laughable, the idea that such a small and frail form could
contain the power to curse him. He would've been inclined to believe it
was some kind of fluke if his memories of those times he had actually been
in close proximity to the girl had been different.
He remembered when he had rescued the little red head from the boiler
room over a year ago, that some part of him had quivered at her touch.
Then later as his soulless self, Angel could remember his entire being
awakening to what lay mostly dormant inside her. If only the meddling slayer
hadn't shown up. Willow would have been his. His to give pleasure and his
to cause pain.
Then again, if his soulless self had taken her then he would not be looking at the prospect of taking her now. A pleasurable thought indeed. His little tree had blossomed in the months he had been absent. So much more beautiful, so much more powerful, and yet still so enticingly innocent; and didn't he just love innocence. Yes, he was going to enjoy twisting his Willow into the perfect mate, strong, deadly, (a little insane perhaps), and completely devoted to him. She would be his ultimate creation, and he couldn't wait to get started
~Part: 1~
Today was going to be a good day, of that Angel was sure. Oh, he was no seer, not like his lovely childe, but on this subject at least, the vampire was sure of the outcome.
He was on his way to the library. A new demon had appeared in Sunnyhell
and the Scooby gang had called a meeting to research the threat. Not exactly
something to get excited about Angel knew, but then again i wasn't really
the meeting that had the blood in his veins thrumming so deliciously. No,
it was something far more exciting. Something that caused the souled demon
to subconsciously quicken his pace. For you see, Angel had decided that
that night was the perfect time to begin the process of creating his Willow.
Before Hell, the dark vampire had despised his place in the group. Always
on the outside looking in. Now though, well, now Angel was genuinely grateful
for the position, having already exploited it to the best of his abilities.
Knowledge was power, and even as a human, Angel had loved being powerful.
Indeed, the brunette had used his status to study the Scoobies, learn their
habits. He was rather interested to note the changes that had occurred
since his soulless self had last studied them. Angel was happy to admit
that he now knew exactly how each member related to his future mate. Knew
which cords to cut and what steps to take to make the redhead perfect.
The only problem was that many of the methods Angel normally would have
used on his girl would give him away. Let his opponents know ahead of schedule
that he was the cause of their agony. Although, thinking about it, the
vampire was kind of glad about that. He knew that this would be his most
challenging undertaking yet, and was thrilled with the possibility of upping
his game. It had been a long time since the vampire had been able to flex
his skills, and damn if he wasn't looking forward to it.
So here he was, walking through he halls of Sunnydale High trying to calm his raging excitement. Kind of a hard thing to do when all he wanted was to giggle like a Schoolgirl, but hey, the ends did justify the means. So with the library doors in sight the vampire quickly schooled his features into the all too familiar brooding expression. With a final calming, although unnecessary breath,the vampire opened the doors and stepped over the threshold.
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