SERIES: Changes (#3)
AUTHOR: Tisienne Blue
E-MAIL: tisatko@msn.com
DISCLAIMER: I am not Joss, and have NO right to anything in or of the Buffyverse. This is written solely for my own amusement, not any financial gain, and no copyright infringement is intended (in the literal sense).
RATING: NC-17, as usual.
PAIRINGS: A(us)/W; S/Dru; A(us)/W/S/D; S/B (mentioned); B/Darla
DISTRIBUTION: Charity can have it... also, anyone else I've said yes to, and list archives are good, too... others, just ask cuz I'm easy like that.
FEEDBACK: is good.
DEDICATIONS: To: Nutmeg, Caroline, Ali, Vetoria, and Michelle... thanks for the feedback on the last part, luvs!!!
NOTES: Okay, this series started after I watched 'Reunion', and found myself wondering just why Brood-some was acting much more Angelus-y than is his usual wont. I needed answers, so I damned well created my own. If you haven't read the first two stories in this series, then this probably won't make much sense to you, though. There will be one more rather short story in this series after this one, mostly just to wrap things up. Okay, that said, enjoy. Oh, and * *= emphasis.
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"Daddy waits," Drusilla purred softly into her lover's ear, "And the red tree burns so brightly for him, my Spike!" She giggled softly when he pulled the sheets away from his face and just... stared at her from his lovely blue eyes. "A reckoning is close at hand, my sweet one," she continued, her eyes taking on that far-away look, "We must face it."
Spike groaned and forced himself to get up from their bed, picking his jeans, and his lover's dress up from the floor. "Well, then," he replied, eyes dancing in anticipation, "I guess it's time for me to face the music..." He pulled his pants on quickly and started for the door, stopping in surprise when his ripe, wicked plum joined him. "Dru...?"
The vampire smiled and twirled one long dark strand of hair around her finger, gazing at him sheepishly from the corner of her eye. "He's a *new* Daddy, my love... He wants to see *both* of us!"
The blond shrugged after a moment, and took her arm. If Dru said that there was something different about Angelus, then there was, but... he only hoped that it didn't mean he'd gone back to being the fucking *prick* he'd been before. He could feel himself trembling slightly with apprehension, but... Drusilla wasn't at all fearful, and he allowed that thought to calm him. In fact, he realized, as they crossed the hallway and stopped outside their Sire's door, Dru seemed to be positively... *giddy*! He swallowed hard, and tentatively extended his hand, knocking lightly on the door.
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The redhead watched in amusement as her Mate paced the room. Well, amusement and... interest, because... he carried himself just a bit differently, now that his soul and demon were one, and she found it to be almost too erotic. He was different in bed, too, which she supposed shouldn't surprise her, but somehow it *did*! Not that the difference was a *bad* thing, and not that he wasn't still... *vicious*, when she wanted him to be, but... He was more inclined towards tenderness than he'd been before, and she'd discovered that... as wonderful as he'd been before, he was even *more* perfect now! He seemed to be able to *read* her, and to provide whatever it was she truly *needed*, even when she wasn't sure of what that was herself! No, she decided yet again, watching him pace, different wasn't at *all* a bad thing in this particular case! A small purr escaped her throat as she thought about all the things she wanted to do to him, and soon, and she gasped softly when his hot, slightly frantic eyes pierced hers. "Relax, my love," she murmured silkily, rising from her chair and crossing to him, "It'll be fine..."
Angelus felt a good portion of his tension passing from him when she wrapped her strong, slender arms around his waist, and he threaded the fingers of one hand through her hair, holding her tightly against his chest. "I know, baby," he replied softly, hardening just from the sensation of her close to him, "I just... I guess I'm kind of... anxious. I mean, they haven't seen me like this since..." He shook his head. "What if... what if they... *hate* me?"
The redhead laughed, low and husky, against him. "Angelus," she said, rubbing her cheek lightly against his shirt-covered nipple, "You're finally the vampire who *made* them! They could *never* hate you!" She scraped her fingernails up his silk-clad back, grinning when she heard the deep growl rumbling in his chest. "You're their *Sire*, my love," she almost whispered, "*Our* Sire. You're the reason we *exist*, the one who *created* us, and made us into the demons we are today!" She smiled softly when his hands slid down her spine, and delighted in the strength of him as he listened intently to her words. "Without *you*, we'd all be *nothing*! Poor Dru would have wasted away in that convent, never knowing the joy of your touch-- or Spike's-- much less the bliss of drinking deep from the endless fount of humanity... Spike would have gone on as a failed poet, never knowing the love he found once you took him... he never would have learned to hunt, or to feed, or to shag like a wild thing. Hell, my love, he probably would have died a *virgin*, judging by what you've told me!" Her smile grew wider as he straightened against her, and she spoke in a slightly louder voice. "Without *you*, I'd be *dead* by now... for *real*!" She pulled back and looked up at him when he growled out loud. "I would be, my love," she said softly, staring into his gold-tinged eyes, "I would have finally had enough of the *Slayer*, and her little flock of morons, and I would have *snapped*! And once I did, well... they would have tried to *fix* me." She nodded shortly at the dawning horror in his eyes, and pressed herself tightly to him once more. "And I think we both know how good they are at *that*, so..."
Angelus shuddered slightly at the very idea of what could have happened to his Mate if things had gone differently. "You're right, baby," he finally said, accepting her comments as writ, "And besides, even if they *do* hate me, they're still my childer, and I will do with them as I see fit!"
Willow laughed at the tone of his voice, and bit lightly at his chest through the silk. "Plus," she reminded him, ignoring his soft growl, "You're the Patriarch of our Order, now! Don't let them give you any shit!" She giggled wildly as he spun her around, and when he finally set her feet back on the floor, she slid one small, elegant hand down from his shoulder, over his chest, and finally stopped when she was cupping his throbbing cock through the leather pants he wore. "You *own* us, my love," she purred, rubbing him hard, "Even *me*... no, *especially* me, and don't you forget it!"
He pressed himself harder against her slim digits, growling loudly when they both heard the somewhat tentative knock at their door. He stepped back, true face in place, and strode across the room, flinging the door open and dragging his childer inside before slamming it closed behind them. "Well?" he demanded, returning to his witch. He wrapped one long arm around her shoulders, and took her hand, placing her long, slender fingers against the straining bulge in his pants once more.
If Spike's heart had been beating, he knew that it would have stopped from sheer shock and disbelief at what he saw in his Sire's eyes, because... "It... it's really *you*," he said, wonderingly, one hand stretching out to the tall, broad form of the dark-haired vampire. "You're... *whole*..." he murmured, eyes wide, "Not the poncey souled fuck... not the King of the World, but... *you*!" He was so floored by what he was seeing... *sensing*... that he didn't realize he was still speaking aloud. "I didn't even know it made such a difference..." He could feel his head swimming, and only Drusilla's continued hold on him let him slip gracefully to the floor, as opposed to collapsing in a tangled heap, as he continued to mutter to himself. "You were you... and then you were Angel... then that fucking bastard of a shit-head... then Angel again... then *almost* you..." He shook his head in disbelief, not caring that his hair was flying every which way. "And now you're *you* again!" He stopped then, just sitting there for a moment as his Sire stared at him in shock. "Right." he finally said, letting Dru help him up from the floor, "How?" He glared at Angelus, his fists clenched at his sides, "And for how *long*?"
"The moon shall not alter its course, my Spike," Drusilla murmured soothingly, one hand resting lightly on his tense arm, "The field has been plowed, and the crops harvested... the earth is salted, and never shall anything grow there again!" She smiled as his muscles relaxed, and his eyes turned to hers.
"Are you *sure*, pet... No more crops for Daddy?" His jaw relaxed when she nodded happily, and he flew across the room into his Sire's waiting arms.
Angelus growled happily at having his favoured childe back in his arms. He'd been concerned, at first, that the boy wouldn't accept him, but... apparently Dru had been clear enough, what with her talk of planting and harvesting. He, personally, had no idea of what that had to do with anything, but... it had been enough for his boy, so... Maybe he'd get Spike to explain how her mind worked one of these days, but not for a while. After all, he reminded himself, as he beckoned to his dark-haired childe to join the embrace, he had a *family* to get... 'reacquainted' with first! He laughed delightedly to feel Spike's lips on one side of his neck, and Dru's on the other, while his Mate pressed herself hard against his back and nibbled at his shoulder blade, and when their many hands began roaming his tight, hard body, he knew that he would never lose them... *any* of them. He was only glad, as he began moving them all slowly towards the bedroom, that Darla wasn't there, because... he shuddered slightly... That was *one* acquaintance he didn't particularly want to renew... Not any more than he *had* to, anyway.
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"Come here, Childe," the smallish blonde murmured from the bed, a pleased smirk crossing her face when the girl crawled unhestitatingly from the floor. "It's almost time, precious," she said, the fingers of one hand trailing lightly over the girl's naked torso before pinching harshly at one small, dark nipple, "In just a little while, we'll go and claim what's mine!"
The blonde grinned, her eyes wide at the sensation of her Sire's now well-known fingers twisting her tender flesh mercilessly, but... "*Yours*?" she hissed, one hand flying to her cheek when Darla's other hand slapped her hard across the face. She fell from the edge of the bed, the impact of dead flesh against dead flesh sounding ringingly through the small, still crypt, and stared at her Sire, the lust in her eyes almost balanced by the fear.
"Yes, *mine*, girl!" Darla growled, rising from the bed herself, "And don't you ever forget it!You are my *childe*; you *own* nothing, *have* nothing, except what I *allow* you to have!" One dainty, pointed-toed foot lashed out, catching the new vampire hard in the chest, and she smirked as the other blonde rolled a few feet before coming to a rest against the sarcophagus. "I may choose to *share* my toys, little girl, but they're still *mine*!" Her smirk grew as she watched her new childe crawl across the dirty floor, enjoying the obvious submission in the attitude of the blonde who had once been the Slayer, and she chuckled softly when the girl began pressing small, wet kisses to her feet. "Now, childe," she purred quietly, as she moved back onto the bed and lay down, legs spread, "Show Darla what you've learned..." Her eyes closed as she felt the girl moving onto the bed, and when she felt the small wet tongue between her thighs, she pictured Angelus, wishing that he was the one with her right then. But all in good time. First she had to kill the bitch of a redhead, and bring Spike and Dru into line... *Then* she'd find her former childe and rip the soul from him again... forcibly if necessary.
Buffy grinned to herself as her Sire began arching against her mouth, and she moved her tongue faster and harder against Darla's throbbing clit... She was glad that she'd learned her job well, *and* learned her place. It was so nice to not be in charge for a change... to not be the one who everything depended on... No, it was enough that *Darla* depended on her, and... she wouldn't let her Sire down, because... Darla was her *world*. Her mother, lover, sister, and best friend! Her small fingers gripped tightly at the older vampire's hips as she drove her tongue deeper into the blonde's wet core, and she moaned when she felt her clenching hard around the small, strong muscle. She still wanted Spike back, of course, and wanted to see that bitch Willow turn to the dust she so deserved to be, but... Barring those things? Her life was pretty damned *perfect*!
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Angelus groaned happily as his hungry flesh was thoroughly devoured by his three childer, and he gazed down at the blonde head moving over his navel, the long, dark hair trailing across his lap while Dru sucked his cock deep into her mouth, and the red hair his fingers were tangled in whilst his Mate viciously attacked his nipples. He knew he'd be covered with bite marks before this was over, but... since his companions would be, too, he just couldn't seem to care, and he pulled harshly at Willow's hair, drawing her lips up to his. "Love you, baby," he gasped out, thrusting his turgid shaft deep into Dru's throat.
"And I you, my love," Willow whispered against his lips, before driving her tongue harshly into the wet cavern of his mouth, "But," she added, pulling slightly away and ignoring his unhappy growl, "This is about your childer, Angelus... *They* need your attention more than *I* do right now..."
He groaned, but nodded and released her when she pulled back from him and settled down to watch from the edge of the bed. His fingers fell to Spike's short blond locks, and he tugged hard on the bleached strands, a small growl escaping his lips when the vampire didn't move fast enough. "Boy..." he snarled warningly, almost laughing when the cool lips trailed much more quickly up his straining flesh, and he smirked into the gold-tinged blue eyes before pulling those same lips hard to his. His other hand slid to Drusilla's long hair, and he tangled his fingers in it, dragging her protesting mouth away from his pulsing cock. He pulled her up his body, stopping when he felt her dripping twat pressed against his hardness, and he held her there, growling against his blond childe's mouth until she took the unspoken demand, and slid her tight wetness over and down his throbbing cock, and his back arched hard as she began to ride him.
Spike almost thought he was in heaven, because... his Sire was raping his mouth hard with his tongue, and he could feel Dru slamming up and down on Angelus' thick cock, and when the large, rough hand slid from his hair and around his body to grasp his rock hard shaft, he *knew* it! He could feel the weight of Red's eyes on them, and he wanted nothing more than to give her a good show, but... he was a bit distracted at the moment, and when Angelus pulled his mouth from his to grunt wickedly into the air, Spike groaned loudly. His eyes met the redhead's golden ones across the writhing bodies of his Sire and Drusilla, and he arched one dark brow in both question and invitation, finding himself thoroughly gratified at the speed with which she moved then. As a pure afterthought, he glanced almost fearfully into his Sire's golden eyes, relieved when the older vampire nodded consideringly. "Don't worry, Sire," he muttered softly, "I know her ass is still yours..." He turned then to the redhead who was already beside him, and he pulled his cock from his Sire's grasp before manoeuvering her until she was laying on her back with her head towards the foot of the bed. "Better view, pet," he purred, pulling her legs apart and driving his long, thick tongue deep into her seeping pussy. His eyes rolled at the taste of her combined with Angelus, and then rolled even more when he felt his Sire's long, thick, capable fingers stabbing deep into his tight ass.
Drusilla's eyes were tightly closed, mostly because a small part of her was afraid that this was just another dream. It had been so long since her Sire had actually *been* her Sire, and... She slammed herself down hard on his amazing, throbbing cock, a small grunt escaping her when she felt herself tearing slightly. She could feel one large, calloused hand closed tightly on her hip, and much as she was almost afraid to, she opened her eyes, and stared down into his golden gaze. "Angelus..." she moaned, not even noticing that she hadn't called him 'Daddy'. She could feel him deep inside her, deeper than even the incredible length of him could account for, and she moved harder... and faster upon him, her slightly pained whimpers becoming moans of pure pleasure as he arched hard up into her... She felt still more tearing, but this time, it was different... it was within her mind, and as he arched so hard into her she was afraid she'd be thrown from the bed, she felt the veil of her madness falling away, and stared at him with a clarity she hadn't known in well over a century. "Angelus..." she hissed, her nails digging into his chest as she continued to ride him hard.
Willow's eyes were wide as she watched Dru fucking her Mate... She watched raptly as his long, thick cock disappeared into the dark-haired girl over and over again, and her own whimpers at Spike's masterful use of his tongue were drowned out by Angelus' loud growls and moans. She could feel Spike grunting against her throbbing twat, and she pulled her eyes away from the writhing forms beside her to glance down his lean, pale form, a wide smile crossing her lips when she saw her Mate's big, strong fingers pumping hard into the blond's ass. This was *right*, she told herself happily, She, and her Mate, and his two loveliest childer... This was *right*! Her eyes flew wide, and a loud shriek slipped from her lips when she felt Spike drive hard into her with his fingers while he bit savagely at her swollen clit, and her own fingers flew to his head, forcing him harder against her dripping twat as she came.
His eyes flew wide, and he growled loudly, when he heard his Mate explode for his favoured childe. Of course, he knew just how good Spike was with his tongue, so it was hardly surprising that his Willow had cum first, but... he was almost jealous. He pulled his fingers from Spike's begging ass, and rolled Dru onto her back, plunging himself deeper and harder into her as she stared at him with a wondering clarity that he hadn't seen since before he'd started courting her, and he growled his satisfaction as her tight, wet core clamped hard around him and she shrieked against his chest. He held himself still as she quieted, and once she had, he gazed again into her wide brown eyes. "Welcome back, Drusilla," he said softly, for her ears alone, before pulling himself from her and laying on his back, his still-hard cock twitching proudly. He extended one hand to his watching blond childe, tangling his fingers again in the lad's short blond locks as he pulled that amazing mouth to his throbbing cock.
Spike grinned wickedly up into his Sire's golden eyes, and quickly wrapped his lips around the seeping head of his enormous shaft, groaning in delight at the flavour of his Dru on him, and he relaxed his throat, swiftly taking in more, until his nose was buried in the coarse, dark curls at its base. He pulled back slowly, delighting in the deep growl he felt building in Angelus' chest, and repeated the motion, his eyes closing in satisfaction. It had been far too long since he'd swallowed his Sire, and he was looking forward to it. Of course, he reminded himself, as Angelus pulled his mouth away and drew him further up his big, taut body, that could *wait*, and when he was positioned firmly atop his Sire, his tiny, clenched anus resting against the enormous, seeping tip of his cock, he groaned in anticipation of both pain and pleasure, and forced himself down, receiving both in spades.
Willow stared lustfully as Spike drove himself down, hard and dry, on her Mate's huge prick, and her nostrils flared when she suddenly smelled his blood and excitement... it was a heady mix, and as she saw him starting to slide himself slowly up and down that beautiful, thick shaft, she couldn't restrain herself. She moved about a bit, and slid her head between their bodies, taking the velvety tip of Spike's cock between her lips. It was a bit odd, sucking him deep into her throat as he moved on his Sire, but once she caught the rhythm of it, it was... *amazing*!... and her slim fingers slid between her own legs for a moment, only to be replaced by her Mate's, once he saw what she was up to.
Angelus almost couldn't believe what was happening himself, because... he'd never even dreamed that this would be possible! And yet, here he was, Spike riding him hard, his Mate taking his childe deep into her throat, and he... he had his fingers buried deep inside the girl he'd love forever, and... the only thing that could make this more perfect was... He grinned wickedly around his next groan, and pulled his fingers from his witch's tightness before pulling her over his face and staring for just a moment in delight at her sopping wet pussy. His hand slid around her to the small of her back, and he pulled her perfect core hard against his mouth as he thrust his tongue deep inside her, groaning even more loudly at the taste of her, and he smiled against her sweet, sweet flesh when she began moving, hard and fast, against him.
His eyes were golden, he knew, but... he didn't care, because... his Sire was deep in his aching ass, and Red... Red had her perfect lips wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock, and... He glanced to the side, seeing Dru watching them intently. Dru was enjoying this just as much as *he* was, even if her appetite had been sated for the moment, and... he groaned, long and deep, when Angelus' thick cock slammed hard against his prostate. He felt the little witch-- his Sire's *Mate*!-- swallowing him whole, and felt her blunt teeth scraping lightly against his shaft, and felt his Sire arching up *hard* into him, and... His entire body tightened for one timeless instant, his heavy balls drawing up as he erupted deep inside Willow's grasping throat with a howled shout that only became louder when she pulled her mouth from his cock and drove her suddenly sharp teeth into his inner thigh.
Angelus almost screamed against his Mate's twat when he felt his childe clenching hard around him, but he groaned deeply instead, thrusting two thick fingers deep into his Willow's tight, perfect ass, and he growled loudly when she shuddered atop him, her strong internal muscles forcing his tongue from her tiny channel as she gushed thick, viscous fluids over his lips. He growled again, and pulled back slightly, his fangs sinking deep into one pale butt cheek. "Mine!" he shouted, as he came himself, filling his childe's tight, cool ass with copious amounts of dead seed. He lay there, spent, as Spike pulled himself away, and Willow slowly moved from over him, and he sighed happily when they were positioned beside him, one hand reaching for Drusilla and pulling her into their family heap.
She'd watched, raptly, as her Sire, and his Mate, and her Spike pleasured each other, and the small part of her that had been frightened earlier disappeared. Angelus was back, and to *stay* this time, and even though *most* of her had already known that, it was nice to be *entirely* sure. It was *also* nice to be able to *think* for a change, without the shards of confusion and desperation she'd grown so used to, but... that was something she'd examine at another time, because... "We need to get up," she suddenly said, ignoring Spike's surprised gasp at the lucidity of her words, "They're coming. *Now*!"
"Who... who's coming, Dru?" he asked softly, wondering what in the *hell* was going on.
"My childe," she said shortly, disentangling herself from the sated mass of limbs and picking her dress up from the floor, "And *her* childe." She pulled the long stretch of lace and silk over her head, and stared at them for a moment. "She who used to be the Slayer." She would have laughed at the speed with which they scrambled from the bed, but... it really wasn't a laughing matter.
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They hadn't had any trouble getting through the lobby... after all, the night staff recognized Darla as a guest of the hotel, and if one of their guests wanted to have a friend to visit? Well, that was certainly her right!
So they'd gotten on the elevator, and Darla stopped once they'd gotten off on the appropriate floor. "You will do nothing I don't *tell* you to do, Childe. Is that understood?" She stared fixedly into the former Slayer's eyes until the girl dropped her own and nodded silently. "Good," she purred, one hand rising to the girl's face and stroking her cheek, "And if you *behave* yourself, Precious, I may just let you play with *Spike* for a while... until I'm finished disciplining Angelus, anyway..." She grinned at the suddenly hopeful look on the younger girl's face, and gave her a small push down the hallway, following behind her until the girl stopped. "Well?" she demanded, not really paying too much attention since her mind was caught up in imagining the hours, and days, and *years* to come.
The blonde girl stared up at the slightly taller form of her Sire. "Ummm... you said... you said the Honeymoon Suite, right?... Or am I remembering wrong..." She *knew* that was what Darla had said, but... she remembered what the blonde had done to her earlier, and she'd be damned if she was going to argue with her again. She relaxed when a bright smile crossed her Sire's face.
"Very *good*, Precious, it's nice to see that you were listening..." She reached out, trying the door handle, and smirked when it actually turned. "Now remember," she said over her shoulder as she stepped into the room, "You don't do anything until I..."
The former Slayer shrieked in horror as her beautiful Sire's head kept turning until it suddenly separated from her body, and turned to dust along with the rest of her. "Noooooo!" she cried, falling to her knees as she stared at the tall, broad, and *angry* form of her former boyfriend.
Angelus stared impassively at the crying fledgling, his arm reaching for his Mate and pulling her to his side. He glanced quickly at her, the disgust clear in his voice as he said "Minion. She made her a *minion*!"
Willow sighed, pressing herself more tightly to his long, hard body. "Well, what did you *expect*, my love? She wasn't exactly the sharpest pencil in the box..." She shrugged slightly, her eyes moving to the pitiful form of the girl on the hallway floor. "So what do we do with *her*?"
The vampire sighed in turn, resting his chin atop his love's head. "Do whatever you want, Will," he finally said. "Darla's dead and gone, by my hand again... I don't particularly care what happens to her... *minion*," he sneered.
The redhead nodded, and pulled away from her Mate. "Fine," she said, crouching down before the still-sobbing girl. "What do *you* want us to do with you?" she asked curiously.
The blonde girl sniffled loudly, and raised sad, bloodshot eyes to the girl who she'd once thought was her friend. "I don't have my *Sire*," she mumbled, "I don't have my *lover*... you might as well just... *kill* me!"
Willow stared deep into the girl's reddened eyes and nodded shortly. She reached out and rested her hands lightly on the former Slayer's shoulders. "Oh, Buffy," she said quietly, her hands sliding up to cup the other girl's cheeks, "*Done*!" She watched as the newly-made vampire's head disintegrated before even hitting the floor, and stood while the rest of the body did the same. For a moment, she actually felt sad, but... then her Mate wrapped his long, strong arms around her, and a brilliant smile plastered itself across her face, because... Darla was, indeed, dead and gone... the Slayer was no more, or at least *this* one wasn't, and... She turned back to the room, her eyes trailing lingeringly over her family. They had a glorious future ahead of them, full of fucking, and feeding, and hunting, and... Hell on Earth... They would make this town *scream*!
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