SERIES: Changes (#4)
AUTHOR: Tisienne Blue
E-MAIL: tisatko@msn.com
DISCLAIMER: As always, I am not Joss, and have no rights to any characters you recognize from TV.
RATING: a porn-y NC-17.
PAIRINGS: A(us)/W; S/Dru; A(us)/W/S/Dru.
DISTRIBUTION: Charity can have it (as usual*VBG*), also anyone else I've said yes to... List archives are fine, too. Anyone else, just ask, okay??? Also, MY site!!!
FEEDBACK: is a good thing, but this is the end, so I don't really expect much.
DEDICATIONS: to Jeannette and Nat, for all their work on my site; also to Michelle, and everyone else who's ridden my ass about writing more of this one. Thanks, guys!!!
NOTES: This is the final story in this series, and closes the door on what happened after 'Reunion' in MY world. I hope you've all enjoyed this little visit to the gray-ish portion of Tisienne's psyche (I can't say the dark part, cuz TRUST me, it gets MUCH darker than this...), and to those of you still reading this one, Thank You. Oh, and * *= emphasis.
MORE NOTES: Okay, it's been a VERY long time since I wrote 'Rewind', so... brief synopsis: Willow lost her soul while still human, but pretended to still be fine, while she and Spike schemed to bring Angelus back. Spike's chip stopped working a couple months after receiving it, but he also pretended, for the purposes of furthering his and Willow's plan. Wolfram & Hart captured Angel, during his little 'dark phase', and enlisted Willow's help to make sure he really was evil again. He was by the time she finished with him. Angelus turned Willow, and made her his Mate. They-- along with Dru, Darla, and Spike-- went back to Sunnydale, where many things happened, most notably, the Scooby gang-- with the help of the LA group and one other-- cursed Angelus with his soul again, using a spell provided by Darla!!! Angel missed his Mate, so he went to her, and she fucked the soul right out of him again... well, kind of. His soul has joined with his demon. Buffy was all upset that Spike had dumped her, thus leaving her vulnerable to Darla, who turned her, making her a minion as opposed to a childe. Angelus killed Darla again, and Willow tore Vamp Buffy's head off. Angelus, Willow, Spike and Dru set out to make Hell on earth, starting with Sunnydale. All of the Scooby gang, and the LA crew, were warned to leave before Angel lost his soul again, and they did... except for one of them. Okay, so that's where we are now. If you'd like to read the first three parts of this series, it can be found at my site (http://tisfic.tripod.com/ ), as well as at Bite Me... Please?.
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Ten years, she thought, staring out over the very changed town from her spot on the roof of the Sunnydale Hilton. It had only been ten years, and yet she doubted that anyone would even recognize Sunnydale if they hadn't seen it changing. She and her family had done well.
The pens of humans were hidden from casual view, mostly because the whining and crying were annoying to visiting demons, but they'd kept those pens well-stocked. Their visitors were always surprised by the number and manner of choices available.
It had been a hard road at first, what with the humans trying to fight back. Hell, there were still a few rebels out there in the darkness. Of course, they mostly operated by day, thinking that would keep them safe from her kind. It didn't, though. Or not for long, anyway.
Her eyes lit up wickedly as she felt the strong, thick arms wrapping around her from behind, and she chuckled, leaning back into her Mate's big, hard body.
"What are you thinking, love," he purred, one hand dipping slowly beneath the waistband of her pants. He rocked his hips gently against her spine, his cock roaring to life at just the smell of her. Ten years, and she still made him hard as a rock without even trying.
Willow grinned, wiggling her ass slightly against him. "Nothing special," she answered, her legs separating just a bit more as his thick, long finger delved between her nether lips, "Just looking at our town, baby." Her bright green eyes twinkled merrily as she glanced up over her shoulder to meet his brown ones. "The firm must be pleased, now that most of the world's forgotten that Sunnyhell even exists."
A small frown creased his lips at the reminder of Wolfram & Hart, but he couldn't really be anything but happy when his Mate was moving against him like that, so he smiled slightly and nodded. "Yeah. They've upped our funding, by the way..." He growled softly, driving a second finger deep into her dripping twat, and growled again, more loudly, when she slid her hand behind her back and grasped his straining erection through his pants. "Let's go downstairs," he murmured, his mouth next to her ear, "I've got something *for* you, love..."
The redhead smirked, and giggled at the words. He'd been using that particular phrase for over a decade, but it still amused her no end. "You've *always* 'got something for me'," she said, throwing her usual reply at him. Still, she was going to go; of course she was. She'd never been able to say no to him, after all, and she didn't even want to try.
Angelus chuckled darkly, and pulled his hands from her tempting core. "Come on, Will," he insisted, a sly smirk crossing his lips when she turned in his arms and started walking him back towards the roof door.
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"What are you doing?" the young woman demanded, watching the slightly older man throwing his few things into a rather ratty-looking suitcase, "Are you insane?"
The man shook his head slowly, not even looking at the girl. "No," he said, "Not any more." He carefully folded his one remaining souvenir of the life that had ended a decade earlier, making sure that the 'Sunnydale High, Class of '99' logo faced up as he placed it almost reverently in his bag. He did up the zipper, his eyes traveling around the small room almost wistfully. "It's over, Janie. Hell, it was over ten years ago; I just didn't want to admit it. I can't do it any more." He ignored the sensation of heavy, disappointed eyes on him, and stared sadly at the floor. "We can fight. We can fight, and we can die, but we can never *win*. I see that now."
Janie watched, furious, as the man picked his bag up from the bed and slung the carry-strap over his shoulder. "So you just give up?" she demanded hotly. "You're just gonna walk away? Damn it, you *can't*!"
The man just shrugged, tossing his long-ish, ragged dark hair out of his eyes. "It's all I *can* do. I don't have the heart for this any more." He walked slowly through the labyrinthine hallways of the old warehouse his group called home, not paying any attention to the wide, shocked eyes watching him from ever corner, and every doorway. Finally, he stopped in front of the exit to the sewers. "I'm sorry," he said, fully aware of the fact that the girl was still right behind him, "I just don't have it in me."
She watched as he keyed the door and stepped out into the darkness. "They're gonna get you, you know," she hissed, just as the door closed behind him.
He stood silently in the darkness, his own breaths sounding loud as hurricane winds to his ears. "I know, Janie," he murmured softly, as he started towards the nearest ladder to the street, "I know."
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Spike sighed in annoyance, even as his second closed the doors to the audience chamber. If he'd had any idea of how much talking was involved in ruling this small town, and how little mayhem, he would have declined his Sire's offer of Arcada as his own. Unfortunately, he hadn't, and... now he was stuck. Of course, he still had his Ripe, Wicked Plum to keep him company, sane as she was these days. Not that he minded, because his Dark Goddess was still one of the wickedest things he'd ever seen, but... a small part of him actually *missed* her wild mood swings. Still, he told himself, as she walked into the room, she was *his*. "How is it out there, Pet?" he purred, pulling her into his lap when she moved close enough.
Dru giggled softly, her long, elegant fingers winding through the hair at the nape of his neck. "It's *boring*, Spikey. These hippy-dippy humans aren't even *thinking* about fighting back, and they're not going to. As long as we let them keep on with their 'farming', they're more than happy with the status quo." She sighed, and rested her forehead against her love's. "They don't even mind being bled twice a month..."
The blond's eyes closed, and he nodded slowly. When they'd first arrived, they'd drained the humans as usual, but... something about this particular group was... different. Their blood had almost mystical properties. He wasn't sure if it was from all the drugs they did, or maybe something in the water, but he and Dru, both, had swiftly arrived at the conclusion that these people were a rare and precious resource. They'd instituted a policy of non-fatal drainings, and after they'd started shipping the blood out, they'd found that they were virtually sitting on a gold mine. The money was nice, but the lack of killing was slowly making them both crazy. What was life without the hunt, and the fear, and the nearly sickening lurch of the prey's heart stopping as they drained them dry? They'd had to rotate their underlings for the first few years, until Dru had come up with the idea of half-turning some of the humans. It had worked well. The new minions were still immortal, and still evil, to a certain extent, but they were more than happy to exist on bottled blood. Hell, they'd even drink *animal* happily. Of course, they'd be staked in a heartbeat if they ever tried to go anywhere else; there was just something about the new ones that made full vampires uncomfortable. Still, it wasn't really a problem, as such. "What would you like of taking a bit of a holiday, love?" Spike asked, nuzzling softly at his woman's neck.
Drusilla laughed delightedly, clapping her hands in excitement. "Oooo... could we go home, Spikey?" she begged, "Could we go see Angelus and Willow?"
Spike laughed himself, thrilled to see his Dru so happy. "Of course, pet," he purred, holding her lush bottom against his suddenly aching cock, "Wherever you want." He thought for a moment, before calling out, "Nathan!" One eyebrow cocked as his second in command peered around the edge of the door. "My baby and I are going away for a while. You and Patty will be in charge here. You know how things are run, so I'll expect everything to be exactly the same when we get back, right?" He smirked at the younger vamp's wordless nod. "If you need us for anything, we'll be with our Sire and Red."
Dru smiled sweetly as the boy closed the door again, and pressed her lips swiftly to her love's before jumping from his lap. "Can we go right now?" she begged, hope shining from her eyes.
Spike grinned and took her hand in his. "Of course, baby; anything for you." Besides, it had been far too long since he and Dru had shagged their Sire and the little witch. Family wasn't something to neglect, he reminded himself with a purely internal smirk.
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He'd made it less than two blocks before he'd been taken, but that was more than he'd expected, so he couldn't really bring himself to care. They'd gone through his things, but he'd also been expecting that. What he *hadn't* anticipated was their reaction to his old high school t-shirt. They'd looked at it, then at him, and... the next thing he knew, they'd tossed him into this small, dingy room, and they'd just... *left* him there.
He'd thought they'd put him in one of the pens. That they hadn't was just... fucking his world.
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Angelus groaned as his Mate's strong, wet tongue drove deep into his ass. Her fingers were tight around his cock, holding off his orgasm, and if she didn't stop it soon, he was going to have to... "Willow!" he cried, as her other hand closed on his full, heavy sac. His own hands were hard on her head, fingers wrapped tightly in her hair, and... he'd had enough! He dragged her hissing form up his body, and slammed her down hard on his turgid shaft, growling again when her silken cunt clamped tight around his straining flesh.
Her Mate wouldn't let her play? Fine then, she snarled silently. If he wouldn't play, then he would have to *pay*! She firmly forced her demon back, holding implacably to her human features as she eased up the pressure on him until finally she was grasping him with no more than human strength. Her fingers rested lightly on his chest, not curled into claws at all, and she rode him only as fast and hard as she could have before he'd turned her. She could see the anger rising in his eyes, and giggled internally. Yes, he would have to pay, and the best way to make him was... to remind him of her long-gone humanity. She even cast a quick spell, creating-- for a few minutes at least-- the illusion of body heat and heart beat.
The little *bitch*! How dare she do this to him, especially knowing that the soul swirled irretractably throughout him wouldn't let him harm the apparently *human* version of the girl he loved? It just wasn't fair, he decided, his own body forcing itself to slow down... to be gentle... to be *tender*, of all things! It wouldn't be a problem if that was what this time had started out as. Hell, he liked their slow, sweet times just as much as the other ones, but... When they'd started out rough, and vicious, and demanding, getting him all riled up for a fast, harsh bout of fucking like only *she* could provide, and then she pulled *this* shit? It just wasn't fucking right! It pissed him off to an amazing degree, which was why he was so disgusted to find himself *apologizing*. "I'm sorry, baby," he groaned, his hands holding her still upon him, "I just... You're so damned *good*, Will. I couldn't take it any more." He met her wicked green eyes, and groaned again. "Please, baby, please..."
She loved making him beg, just as much as she knew he hated it. And he *was* begging, so she couldn't really go on punishing him the way she was. It was a little bit annoying that he'd caved so quickly, but then again, so did she when their positions were reversed, so... She sighed, and dispelled her illusions. "Fine," she shrieked, suddenly finding herself pinned beneath him, his thick, hard cock slamming roughly, needily against her womb, "Gods! Angelus!" Her hands slid to his back, and she cried out again as her nails drove through his skin.
His entire body was shuddering, just from the sensation of her drawing blood; still, it wasn't enough. She'd made him beg, and in record time, and while part of the reason was that he knew she could wait as long as it took, and he couldn't, it still irked him. *He* was the Sire, here; she shouldn't have that much control, Mate or not! He glared golden needles into her beautiful yellow eyes, and pulled fully out of her, slamming hard into her ass, and a happy, satisfied growl flew from him when she shrieked in pain. He felt her blood, lubricating his pistoning thrusts, and he growled again, wickedly, as she rose to meet him.
This was exactly what she'd wanted, exactly what she'd needed for that particular moment, and her legs wrapped tightly around his solid waist, even as her nails carved bloody furrows in his back. She slid her ankles down to the lower curve of his ass, the new position allowing his coarse, dark hairs to rub harshly at her tender, throbbing clit, and it was just *perfect*! Her jagged teeth slipped to the fore, and she stabbed them hard into his chest, her tongue flicking wildly at his nipple as she drank, and came, and drank some more.
It was her teeth and her tongue that really did him in, but then, it always was. The way she was licking him, even while she sucked hard at him, was more than enough to send him that last little bit of the way towards his own completion, and the mad, wild twitching of her stretched, bleeding asshole around him was just *too* much. A loud snarl flew from his lips, even as he dragged himself from her body, and slammed his last deep thrust deep into her slick, wet cunt. His own teeth gnashed wildly at the air, even as he exploded deep within his perfect Mate, and he collapsed hard on her, glad once again that she didn't have to breathe.
Willow's entire body was humming with satisfaction, and the painful twinges from her ass and core only added to her pleasure. She could keep herself from purring as her wonderful, exquisite Mate crushed her into the mattress. He could stay there all night, as far as *she* was concerned. She allowed one deep, disappointed sigh to escape her when he pushed himself up, but she smiled when his arm wrapped around her, cradling her to his side. "Love you, baby," she murmured, her fingers drawing small trails in the blood seeping from the bite she'd given him.
Angelus chuckled, holding her closer. "You, too, Will," he said softly. "Don't forget, baby," he started, his chuckle growing deeper when she cut him off.
"Yeah, yeah," she pouted, only the glittering of her eyes betraying her amusement, "Next time *you* get to play at being 'human'. I remember."
He was actually considering starting things up again immediately when the knock sounded on the door to the suite. "What?" he shouted, loudly enough for his voice to carry through the bedroom and across the living room. His eyes widened at the response he heard, then flew to meet his Mate's once more. "Did he just say..."
Willow nodded slowly, her own eyes wide with disbelief. "They have him..." A sudden jolt of pure joy raced through her, and she sat up quickly, a purely thrilled laugh springing from the depths of her chest. "Oh, Angelus! They *have* *him*!"
Angelus sighed softly, happy for his Mate's pleasure, but almost... saddened, in a way. The man had been their worthiest opponent from the day they'd first began taking over. It was almost a shame... the end of an era, in a way. Oh, well, he decided, following his Mate from the bed, there'd be *new* opponents; that much he was sure of. They probably wouldn't be anywhere near as satisfying to match wits with as the man they were finally going to kill, but... He shrugged and pulled on his pants, followed quickly by a silk shirt. He extended a hand to his now fully dressed witch, and walked beside her to the door of their suite. "Take us to him," he ordered the minion who'd been waiting patiently.
If her heart still beat, it would have been racing a mile a minute as she and her love followed the scabby-looking little fledge from the building and down the street. She'd been waiting for this moment for far too long. She felt jumpy from anticipation, alone, as they stopped in front of what had once been the Espresso Pump, and she walked slowly across the empty floor, pausing by the door to the store-room. A small smile blossomed on her face as she listened to the steadily thumping heart behind it. It was time.
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He'd heard the footsteps crossing the floor, and while a tiny, almost nonexistent part of him was gibbering in fear, the rest of him was completely resigned to what he knew was going to happen. He was almost looking forward to it. No more pain, no more sorrow... no more looking around and wondering what he could have done differently. No, it was over, and... he was glad.
His eyes locked on the door in the bare glow of the one lightbulb, and a bitter smile quirked the corner of his mouth when that door was opened, and the redheaded vampire stepped inside. "Willow," he said, meeting her so-green eyes, "You look good."
Willow stared consideringly at the young man before her, finally nodding slowly. "Thanks." She stepped closer, nostrils flaring at the smell of unwashed human rolling from him. "You've looked better, though," she added pointedly.
The man laughed softly, and glanced behind her at the tall, dark-haired vampire who was watching them keenly. "I should have left when I had the chance," he admitted, "But I didn't, so..." He shrugged. "Time to die, right?"
"Roy," Willow said, and "Blade Runner."
The young man laughed, and shook his head ruefully. "Never could slip one past you, could I, Will?"
"No," the redhead said softly, one hand rising to tangle in the young man's unruly hair, "No reason to stop trying though, is it?"
His eyes closed, even as he felt her sharp, jagged teeth piercing his skin. It didn't hurt as much as he'd thought it would. "I guess that's up to you," he managed to say, even as he felt the darkness slipping over his eyes.
She pulled her lips from him slowly, and her other hand rose to slash deeply at her own neck. "Yes, Xander," she finally replied as she felt him starting to drink, "It *is*."
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He felt his two childer entering the town borders, but he wasn't willing to leave his Mate's side; not yet, anyway. His Willow had made her first childe, and that was always difficult for a vampire. He stroked her hair lovingly, and sat there beside her as he waited for her to wake up. His eyes moved slowly to the new vamp laying on the couch, and he wondered yet again whether the hatred the human version of Xander Harris had always borne for him would carry over to the demon. He hoped not; it would be a shame to have to kill the boy. It would probably piss off his Mate, too.
He smiled wickedly when the door to the suite flew open, and he waved his suddenly reverent childer into the room. "Spike," he said softly, "Dru."
Spike's brow furrowed slightly, and his arm tightened around his girl's waist as he moved closer, eyes locked on the motionless form on the couch. "So... you found him, then."
Angelus shook his head. "I hear he just... walked down Main Street until a few of the minions surrounded him. I guess you could say he found us. He was headed this way, anyway."
Drusilla giggled softly, her eyes becoming unfocused for just a moment. "He's going to be a good one, Angelus. A credit to us all."
The big, dark vampire sighed in relief at the words. Still, "I'm not looking forward to having to fight with him over my Mate," he admitted, "What with their history, and all..." It was Spike's quiet laughter that halted his words, and "What?" he demanded.
It took the blond almost two minutes to stop laughing for long enough to answer. "Oh, please, Sire; I doubt even a *demon* could make that bloke more than a *little* bit interested in *girls*." He nodded knowingly at the dawning comprehension in Angelus' eyes. "Now, *me*, on the other hand," he said, leaving the sentence hanging as his fingers fiddled impatiently with the button of his jeans. His face lit up in a broad smile when his Sire laughed and nodded, and once he and Dru had finished with their own clothing, they moved to help their maker and his Mate. She'd be awake soon, after all, and until then? There were *more* than enough ways to amuse themselves on that big bed.
Maybe the new childe would join them when he woke; maybe not. One thing was for certain though. They'd changed their little portion of the world, and the rest of it would follow... eventually.
End-- Fast Forward
End-- Series.