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Summary: In order to survive Willow must become two different people. The loving person she normally is and Ash, the embodiment of all her potential cruelty.
Spoilers: General Season 7 on BtVS
Rating: Gonna hazard NC- 17 eventually
Author’s note: K, This is my first Willow/Spike fic here and I have a wild and strange imagination so it’s going to get AU pretty quick.
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~Prologue~
‘Concentrate on the kill’
‘Concentrate on the kill’
‘Concentrate on the kill’
This was the mantra that the red headed warrior chanted as she faced her two opponents. She backed away from them never taking her eyes off of them. When she felt the body of her previous kill behind her she used her magic to flip herself over and further back from it making sure to shield just how much magic she had left. As she prepared herself for the eminent attack from the two men she recognized the signs of bloodlust in their eyes. The pain from the gash on her side flared momentarily but she ignored it. They had drawn first blood and they were getting cocky but she could use that to her advantage.
As one they each began to move to either side of her trying to trap her between them, the lithe, catlike one moving to her left and the stockier one to her right. She ground her feet into the hard packed earth of the arena and summoned her magic again being careful to keep its level shielded. She closed her eyes and let her mind’s eye take over. Anyone at first glance or too new to the game would think that she was giving up or succumbing to the blood loss from her wounds and she was hoping that her opponents would do just that.
They did.
Mentally she saw the looks that flashed across their faces as the anticipation of the kill swept through their bodies. They attacked, the one on the left jumping through the air at her as the one on the right charged her.
Her eyes flew open and she released the column of magic that she had built. It rippled out like an expanding cylinder and as it impacted with each man they froze exactly where they were. The catlike man in mid air and the other in mid stride.
She quickly retrieved her sword which she had dropped earlier ignoring the struggles of the two men as they fought to break her spell. She knew they couldn’t they had used too much of their magic when attempting to cut her. She approached the bigger of the two.
“You stupid man. Did you really think you could beat me with those amateur tricks? You draw blood and you think that’s enough to stop me. Here’s a tip for you, not that you’ll ever use it again but I’ve been wounded worse than this before how do you think I’ve survived the game so long? Just because you see a little blood doesn’t mean you’ve won not until you do this.”
She moved behind the man and ran her blade across his throat. Using her magic she shifted him a little bit out of time essentially making it so that it would take him hours, perhaps even days, to bleed to death from the wound. Once she was satisfied that his death would be long and rather painful she turned her attention to the other man. With a gesture she lowered him to the ground. She watched him for a moment, trying to think of a way to finish him.
A ghost of a smile crossed her face as she watched the look of resignation settle over the man’s features. He was prepared for a painful death and that provided her with inspiration. She sidled up to him and knelt until their eyes were level.
“You expect a long death. Guess what though,” here she paused and waited
until she saw just the right amount of unease creep into his face.
“I am not in the business of granting wishes.”
She plunged her hand into his chest cavity digging out his heart. Screams filled the arena as the man’s world narrowed until all that existed was the pain. As she pulled it out she used her remaining magic to hold him on the brink of death so she could whisper to him. “I’ll take this as a memento for your son. It’ll serve as a reminder to him; give him a reason to hate me. Can’t wait till I can meet him in the arena.” With that said she released him and he died.
Still clutching her trophy she strolled to the opposite edge of the arena into the circle marked on the ground. She whispered the incantation to take her home and disappeared in a flash of light.
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The T.V. screens flicked to a blue screen and dozens of well-dressed demons and men began to filter out of the exits or into the back rooms to collect or pay on their bets. Sire and childe were one of the last few to exit into the humid night air of Thailand wearing twin blank expressions. As they approached their BMW (740i) the platinum blonde got into the passenger seat as his Sire started the engine. They began the 2-hour drive back to the city they were staying in and for nearly an hour no words were exchanged. Finally the Angel couldn’t take the silence anymore.
“What are you thinking?”
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Spike’s jaw clinch and after fifteen minutes of continued silence he figure he wasn’t going to get an answer. It wasn’t till the lights from the city were visible that the silence was once again broken.
“How did they do it Angel? We couldn’t have changed her that way in 3 months even if we’d put our minds to it. So how did they do it?”
Never once did he stop looking at the approaching lights but his entire posture radiated that he expected an answer.
“I don’t know. I can’t begin to think of a way for them to turn her that cold that quickly. By know she should only be at the stage where they are just getting around to breaking her. They shouldn’t have been able to rebuild her that quickly.”
“Sod it. It doesn’t matter,” Spike said as his eyes lit with a determined fire, “all that matters right now is that we get Willow back as soon as possible. Then we can figure out how to fix her.”
~Part: 1~
3 months ago
Willow sighed as she got out of bed and began her morning ritual of getting dressed.
‘One year. I can’t believe it’s been one year already. One year since Tara died. One year since she’d gone on her killing spree and six months since we’ve defeated The First.’
She closed her as she remembered how it felt having to face The First. Xander lost an eye to Caleb, Spike being was brainwashed, Giles had acted like an ass and Buffy had been so stressed. Briefly she thought about Kennedy. She had returned home to continue her training but Willow had refused to go with her. In truth she had been relieved. She had liked Kennedy but she didn’t love her. Coupled with the fact that she had the potential to be the Slayer she was happy that they had ended their relationship. Willow didn’t honestly believe that she could handle the death of another lover. It would simply end her.
Spike had left for L.A. after the battle with only a quick goodbye and Xander had moved back in with Anya. They’d both decided to try again but take it slower this time. Buffy was once again working at the high school and Dawn was looking at potential colleges. Giles had returned to England to try and rebuild what was left of the Watchers Council.
Glancing at the clock she realized that she only had a couple of minutes to get started towards her classes so she hurriedly threw on her shirt and yelled a later to Buffy as she ran out of the door. After classes she came home and after dropping her book bag in the living room she went to raid the refrigerator for something to eat. Grabbing an apple she turned just as Buffy entered the kitchen.
“Hey Buffy, how was your day?”
“Ugh, you’d think since they don’t have the First influencing them anymore the kids in this town would be easier to handle but noooo, they just seem to get worse when left to their own devices.”
“That bad a day, huh? Well look at it this way at least it can’t get any worse.”
Buffy stared at Willow incredulously for a few seconds. “Okay when did it become your job to jinx us instead of Xander and why did you have to do it just before patrol?”
Willow gave Buffy a sheepish grin.
“Oh well, at least tonight will be interesting. I’m going to go change. Feel like being the Bad ass Wicca tonight.”
Willow gave a small shrug, “Sure, Xander was coming to watch Dawn tonight anyways.”
~Part: 2~
Xander sat in the living room of the Summer’s house enjoying the unusual quiet as he watched TV. Dawn had already gone to sleep and Buffy and Willow weren’t due back for another hour. Anya had decided to get some sleep so Xander took the time to just relax and enjoy the moment. He was reaching to put the remote on the small coffee table when the first wave of the vision hit him. He was bombarded with images of Willow and Buffy fighting strange demons in Westfield Cemetery as his instincts screamed that he had to get there to help them or neither of them would survive. In his vision he noticed that the demons had certain tattoos on them and knew that Willow’s magic was useless against them.
Before he was fully recovered he was stumbling out of the door to his car. He quickly made it to Westfield and began running over the graves. Hearing the tell tale sounds of a fight he began to run towards them and came across his friends fighting the humanoid demons. Each was roughly six feet tall with a greenish brown skin tone and black hair. Other than their skin coloring they looked exactly like humans.
He faced a dilemma. Several of the demons had managed to pin the slayer down while another straddled her chest and was preparing to plunge a knife into her chest. In the meantime, a struggling Willow had been grabbed by two of the demons and was being dragged towards a portal that swirled with multiple colors. He was equal distance from both.
He ran and diving he tackled the demon that was about to kill Buffy. The Slayer took the opportunity to break free of her captures and attempted to head towards Willow. Xander was struggling with the demon he’d tackled and couldn’t get to Willow. They both watched helplessly as Willow was tossed screaming into the portal.
~Part: 3~
The world kept fading in and out for Willow. She’d have a moment when she was aware that people were around her or realize that someone was washing her off or that she was being carried to a room at the instructions of a slightly intimidating voice but she couldn’t stay conscience long enough to ask the questions that kept wanting to form. Eventually she just gave in to the need to sleep.
Willow’s shoulder was being shaken and she could hear a voice telling her it was time to get up but she didn’t want to. She tried to tell the person to leave her alone but that only cause more shoving. Finally she opened her eyes and found herself starring into eyes so brown they were almost black. Startled she jerked back and ended up slamming her head on the stone slab she was laying on. The woman backed up chuckling softly.
“Good your awake. ‘Bout time.”
Willow sat up while gingerly rubbing the back of her head.
“Who are you? And were am I?”
“You can call me Eshe and as to were you are… you’re in,” she hesitated for a moment as she seemed to think of an appropriate answer, “you’re in a place that’s waiting to die.”
Willow cast Eshe a wary look and saw the smirk settled on her face. She took the opportunity to look her over. Eshe was a black women maybe an inch or two shorter than her. She had black hair done in braids that cascaded down to the center of her back. It was currently held back in a ponytail. The only word she could think to use to describe her was voluptuous. She was curvy almost fat but taking a closer look she realized that it was all extremely well toned muscle, Buffy would be envious. Her eyes were a dark brown, even darker than Angel’s so dark in fact that they almost looked black. As she looked at them she could have swore she saw a hint of purple flash through them before it was gone.
“If you’ve had your fill of eyeing me over…”, Eshe trailed off with a smirk that Willow found reminded her of Spike. She mumbled an apology as she dropped her eyes to the floor.
“It’s okay, for now. Just don’t make a habit of it or you’ll find yourself in a really bad position later on. Now hurry up and put on these clothes, we’re got a long day ahead of us.”
She tossed her some linen clothes and for the first time Willow realised that she was naked. Blushing crimson she quickly slipped into the green sleeveless linen shirt and the drawstring pants. No underware or bra had been provided and Willow was uncomfortable because the clothing was slightly see through. A brief glance at Eshe told her that she was dressed in a similar manner except her clothes were purple and she had two thick bands of silver wrapped around her wrists. At her throat was a delicate chocker that was several lines of silver braided together and in the center was a amethyst so purple that it almost looked black. It seemed to have it’s own glow and Willow could feel magic flowing off of it although it seemed to be dampened.
She startred to ask some more questions but Eshe silenced her with a look.
“K, Rule one: Don’t question anything unless I say your allowed to ask
a question. If I, or Deimos, haven’t given you permission DON’T ask. If
you disobey you’ll be punished. And let me get this out of the way as well.
Rule two: do exactly what we say, no more, no less or refer to concequences
of rule one. Now follow me and keep your eyes down and mouth shut. We’re
going before Deimos and he is not to be taken lightly.”
All of this was said in a clipped tone that said there was no room
for argument and you wouldn’t like the results if you tried. Willow took
a deep breath to calm her nerves and lowered her head. Eshe turned to leaved
and Willow silently followed.
‘All I have to do is wait for the right moment and I can transport home.’
As they left the room Willow took in her surroundings and gasped. They were in a hall constructed of marble. Lines of color, everything imaginable from red to purple, twisted through the columns that were supporting the vaulted roof. Torches lined the walls providing a soft light and warmth. She followed Eshe through several twists and turns until they stood before two double doors. Eshe made and trilling sound and the doors began to open.
“Remember,” she whispered, “head down and mouth shut.”
They strode into the room.
~Part: 4~
Xander and Buffy limped dejectedly back to the Summer's house to find a worried Dawn waiting for them. As soon as Willow had fallen into the portal it had closed and the demons Buffy and Xander were fighting fled. They'd chased them but hadn't been able to catch them and after an hour of searching were forced to admit defeat. They'd decided to go back to Buffy's place and regroup.
"Are you guys okay?," Dawn asked as she rushed forward to see if they had any injuries. Satisfied that they weren't hurt except for a few bruises and shallow cuts she guided them to the couch and made them sit down. She remained standing.
"Where's Willow? I thought she was supposed to be patrolling with you tonight."
At the mention of Willow's name Buffy's face became a mask of loss and worry and Xander visibly flinched and whimpering softly he hid his face. Anxiety formed a knot in her stomach as Dawn's gaze swept between the two of them taking in their features.
"She wasn't k.," visibly swallowing Dawn tried again, "she wasn't killed was she?"
Buffy sighed before answering, "No, at least as far as we know. She was tossed into a portal by some type of demon that I've never seen before. I need you to call Anya. I don't think Xander is up for it right now, and she may be able to tell me what those demons were and where they might have sent Willow. I'll help Xander and then I'll call Giles. I think we're going to need extra help on this one."
Dawn cast a furtive glance at Xander and saw that he was still hiding his face from them. She got up and went to make her call to Anya.
Kneeling in front of Xander, Buffy pulled away his hands to reveal a tear stained face. She hugged him to her and whisper nonsense comfort words in his ear.
"Shhhh, it'll be okay. We'll get her back in no time. She's gonna be just fine, Wills is tough. This will be over before you know it and then we'll have a movie night and things will be just like old times, like nothing happened."
Xander pushed Buffy away from him and grabbing her face looked her directly in the eyes. "No, no they wont be the same Buff." Xander told her in a choked voice.
"When I got that vision it came with a couple of forewarnings. One being that whoever I chose to save the other was gonna be irrevocably changed. I don't know what Willow's going through Buffy but I condemned her to it. Whatever happens to her a part of the blame will be on me because I chose you over her."
For a moment Buffy just stared at him in stunned silence. Placing her hands over his and drawing them away from her face she continued to look directly in his eyes as she spoke. "It's not your fault. I would have died and then you'd be blaming yourself for it. None of this is your fault. You just did what you had to do. Now I'm going to call Giles. He'll help us."
Getting up Buffy went to make her phone call to Giles. Meanwhile in the City of Angels a bleached blond vampire was being bombarded with a vision that told him he and his sire needed to go to Sunnydale.
~Part: 5~
If it were possible Willow was even more stunned by the opulence of the room she had just entered. It was decorated even more lavishly than the corridor they had come through and veins of silver and gold twisted through the marble walls and floor. Remembering Eshe's warning she dropped her head and tried to look submissive as she was led forward. Eshe applied pressure to her shoulder hinting that she wanted her to kneel so Willow dropped to her knees. She extended her senses trying to get a feel for her surroundings so that when the time came for her to escape she wouldn't get any unexpected surprises. She sensed that besides her and Eshe there was only one other person in the room and briefly she wondered who had opened the doors before she realized that Eshe was speaking.
"My Lord, I present to you the new kala, Salix."
For a moment Willow was stunned. Eshe's voice had completely changed. Gone was the clipped edge it had had earlier and the air of authority. Her voice was now soft and submissive. Whoever managed to control her was someone to be feared. She suppressed the urge to shudder as she felt that person's gaze fall on her.
She heard a rustling noise and although she couldn't actually here the foot falls Willow knew that Deimos was circling her, measuring her up. Finally she felt that gaze once again settle on the top of her head.
"Look at me."
His voice was tinted with amusement. She looked him in the eye and felt like a deer trapped in head lights.
He was a man and yet.. He wasn't. He was near six feet tall, missed it by an inch or two. His skin was literally a bronze color and currently it was covered in swirls and sigils painted onto his chest and face with a blue paste. His hair was silver and was braided and fell to his waist but what really had her stunned was his eyes. They were silver like his hair but rimmed with black. It was hard to hold his gaze and yet she couldn't seem to look away now that she had noticed them.
Then she felt the terror.
Willow had been afraid before, growing up on the hellmouth and being friends with the slayer it was part of the territory. But never in all of her time whether as a slayerette or the current big bad had she ever experienced anything like the pure terror that was fludding her veins just looking at this (not) man. It crashed through her like waves and she felt her heart speed up with the adrenaline released into her veins. She couldn't think clearly. She just knew that every fiber in her being begged, no demanded, that she run, hide, seek refuge from this person's gaze.
Vaguely she registered that Eshe was talking to her, "If you run, you will only make it worse for yourself."
Willow bolted.
~Part: 6~
He managed to restrain himself for nearly a minute before he gave into the primal urge to hunt. He could smell the terror pouring off of the new kala and not only did it make it easier to track her through the labyrinth that was his home it also excited him. He could easily catch her but he wanted to draw this moment out, savor it. He had waited so long for her to be brought here and it had been awhile since he'd had a new toy to play with.
He kept her just within eye sight and allowed her to hear the pounding of his feet as he kept pace with her. Deciding he wanted to up the anti a little he went silent and picked up his pace easily closing the distance between them. He knew the instant she realized that she couldn't here him anymore and then he was on her. They tumbled to the floor and she used their momentum to throw him away from her. He was impressed, he'd figured she just scream but apparently she had regathered some of her wits during the chase. He allowed her to scramble to her feet and begin running before he once again began chasing her. He realized that she was headed towards a door that lead outside and decided to allow her to reach them. He couldn't wait to see her reaction.
'Please let these lead outside'
Willow prayed to every benevolent god and goddess she'd ever heard of that these doors led outside. All she had to do was get there and she could teleport home. She ran full speed into the double doors and used her shoulder to ram one open. She slowed down as she allowed her eyes to adjust to the change in light. Willow felt as if the ground had dropped out from beneath her and she was falling.
The area was a wasteland for as far as she could see. All of the trees were bleached white from the heat of the sun that blazed down on them and none of them had leaves. Marshlands stretched as far as she could see and in various places she could see the bones of animals (please god not people) that'd gotten caught in the mud and died there.
Shaking off her unease for a moment she reached for the strands that connected her to the earth and allowed her to use it's power. Those lines were severed. She couldn't feel the earth. Willow realized she wasn't on her world anymore. She started to tap into the magic that was inherent to this land but quickly shied away. It burned to touch it and she sensed a kind of 'rotteness' to it. She took several breaths to calm herself. That was okay. She would just have to use her own magic to get home or at least away from here and then she could find a way home. She closed her eyes and began to delve into the part of her that contained the magic that was purely her own. With an anguished cry she fell to her knees.
She was bound. She couldn't reach her own magic and she couldn't break through the wall that was blocking her. Without magic she was helpless.
"I hope you like the surprise. I wouldn't want you leaving before I'm ready to let you go."
Willow whorled around to face Deimos. She'd forgotten he was there. Just looking at him caused the terror she'd felt to return two fold and she made to bolt but found that she couldn't move. She could feel his magic crawling over her skin and fought the urge to hurl. His magic was as twisted and rotten as this worlds.
He loved the cry she released when she realized she couldn't tap into any magic. He decided then and there that he would never be able to get enough of it and that he would do everthing possible to hear her scream like that more often. He strolled towards her never once breaking eye contact.
"Welcome to Aurea. Trust me eventually you'll learn to. appreciate its.unique qualities."
Faster than she could see he knocked her out with a right hook. He caught her before she could hit the ground. Turning to reenter his home he slung her over his shoulder as if she weighed no more than a child. As he walked down the hall leading to his private chamber he addressed Eshe knowing that she had followed him.
"See that we are not disturbed for a week but make sure to send food and the proper equipment. I want no mistakes while I break in my new toy."
Eshe's eyes flashed purple for a moment.
"Yes my lord, I'll see that you're not disturbed."
As the doors to his chambers closed behind him a single tear roled down Eshe's cheek. She could only hope that Salix would survive this relatively in tact. She didn't have it in her to have to watch another person break.
~Part: 7~
Spike and Angel made it to Sunnydale in record time. It had taken Spike all of two minutes to grab his sire and force him into the car. He'd explained that they needed to get to Sunnydale to help Willow and Angel had been silent after that. He hadn't even complained when Spike kept at least thirty miles above the posted speed limit the entire trip. The full impact of the seriousness of the situation hit him when Spike hadn't even stopped to run over the 'Welcome to Sunnydale' sign. He'd just driven straight to Buffy's house at the same breakneck speed. Now they were sitting in her living room, she explained what had happened earlier that night while they waited for Anya to arrive. Giles had said he'd take the first flight there and that he'd arrive sometime that afternoon.
Throughout the entire explination Xander had sat on the couch with his head in his hands. His only movement had been his steady intake of air. For a few moments after Buffy finished talking no one said anything. Xander broke the silence.
"What did your vision tell you?"
It was barely a whisper but no one missed the question. For a moment silence reigned again but then Spike answered. His voice was gruff.
"Not much, just know that it's going to take a while for us to find her and Peaches and I are the ones that have to do it."
Xander studied Spike for a moment. It was no secret that his dislike for Spike was only surpassed by his dislike for Angel. It galled him that the Powers would choos these two demons as the only beings that could save his friend, souls or not. For a minute he felt the almost overwhelhming urge to refuse their help. To tell them that he and Buffy could save Willow themselves and that they could just go back to L.A. Then the image of Willow's terrified face as she was thrown into that portal flashed in front of his minds eye. He remembered the feelings that had engulfed him during his vision. The sense that Willow was going ot be irrevocably changed. He couldn't let his distaste for the two creatures ( in his eyes they would never be men), pride, and guilt refuse any resource that could possibly save his friend. Besides, who was he to tell the Powers that they had made the wrong choice. If it helped Willow he would do it.
Angel watched the play of emotions on Xander's face. The boy wasn't bothering to try and hide them. He saw the hatered and anger he bore toward him and his childe but he also saw something that caused a slight shock to course through him. He saw Xander force himself to put aside his issues and something akin to Willow's resolve face slid onto his features. He realized that although Xander didn't like it he was willing to allow them to help because it would help Willow. Angel nearly smiled. The boy had grown up. He was going to have to start thinking of him as a man.
Just then Anya walked into the room. It was time to start the research.
~Part: 8~
Willow opened her eyes but quickly shut them when the low pounding in her head increased in protest.
'Ugh, this being knocked unconscious all the time thing is really a pain. I don't know how Giles puts up with it.'
Her jaw throbbed where she'd been hit and she went to rub it only to find that she couldn't move her hands. Her eyes flew open. In contrast to the other rooms she'd been in this one had none of the other's decadence. It was dark. She couldn't see any of the walls or a door so she had no idea on the true size of the room. Looking up she saw the manacles the were stretching her arms but she couldn't see where they were attached. She could see the floor and the metal loop that the manacles on her feet were strung through. She was strung up so that her toes barely touched the floor and the chains were pulled taunt so that there wasn't any give. Her wrist's hurt from hanging in the uncomfortable position so she tried shifting her weight but that caused the manacles to bite into her ankles.
'I will not panic, I will not panic.'
She heard a soft chuckle somewhere in the darkness and felt a shiver run down her spine.
' Okay, now I'm panicking.'
She saw his eyes first. They were little pinpoints of light in the otherwise dark room. Gradually the rest of his body came into focus. Again Willow was struck by how much like a man he looked and yet something in his features was just a little. off. Her eyes trailed down his body and she took in its form and she let out a small whimper when it registered in her panicked mind that he was naked. She jerked back but because of the tautness of the chains she didn't move far at all.
He laughed again and came within an inch of her, never breaking eye contact. A part of her wanted to avoid that gaze. She wanted to close her eyes or look down but she forced herself to hold it. If she closed her eyes she wouldn't have to see him but she'd have no idea what was coming and that seemed so much worse. Plus she recognized his desire to dominate and felt anger rise up in her chest.
' I didn't ask for this. I don't want to be here. And more importantly NO ONE owns me.'
In an uncharacteristic lack of control Willow spit in his face. "I have no misguided delusion that I'll be able to hold out forever but I'll be damned if I'll make it easy for you."
He smiled and once again she jerked back.
~Part: 9~
She'd spit on him. He felt it trail down his cheek and reaching up whipped it off. Yes she would be a rather entertaining new toy. She had some spirit in her and he sensed that maybe she would take as long to break as Eshe had. This would be fun it'd been so long since he'd had that good a challenge, over a millennia. He inhaled the scent of the mix of anger, fear, and anxiousness she was emitting.
[Yes this will most definitely be a worthy challenge.]
Willow forced herself to take deep even breathes. She knew that eventually he would break her but she meant it when she said that she would make it as hard as possible for him. Even though she knew that he seemed to enjoy the resistance she just couldn't willingly accept that she was owned. She was not a piece of property, so she began to mentally prepare herself for what was to come.
"Alright, I can respect that you will fight me. I wouldn't expect anything less. Let the games begin."
He's eyes flashed once he finished talking and suddenly several knives were floating to either side of him. They seemed to reflect some light and Willow could see them all as they floated past him in a line for his inspection.
As he selected one Willow began the meditation process that would pull her mind away. She knew it would just prolong the inevitable but pulling her mind away would buy her time and maybe the others would find her before she broke. She clung to that hope like a drowning man to a lifeline. Buffy, Xander and Anya would find her and she would be able to forget about all of this.
Deimos watched for a moment as his new conquest started withdrawing her mind.
'Uh, uh. You don't get off that easy.'
Starting at her shoulder he skimmed his hand down her body being careful to be close enough to feel her heat but not actually touching her. It wasn't until her reached the apex of her thighs that he allowed skin-to-skin contact as he gently cupped her and began to languidly massage her mound. He slid two fingers between her folds and roughly pushed them into her.
Willow's eyes flew open the moment he pushed his fingers into her. Her mind began to fog as Deimos used his thumb to apply pressure to her clit. The small part of Willow's mind that was still rational realized that something was wrong. It felt like she was hyperaware of everything around her. She noticed everything from the fact the Deimos was now suckling the sensitive area behind her ear to the drop of sweat rolling down her back and that moment. It felt like two orgasms were building in her simultaneously. It was too much for her senses to handle and she exploded into the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. It left her dazed with a pleasant buzz in her head afterwards and when she was finally able to open her eyes Deimos was looking directly at her with the smirk that she was quickly learning to hate.
"Now I'm being gracious enough to give you my full attention and I expect no less from you in return. So no pulling your mind away or I'll bring you out of it with a much less pleasant experience."
Smiling he plucked one of the knives out of the air that were still floating around.
"So let's get down to the real fun."
~Part: 10~
Xander, Anya, Buffy, Spike and Angel were in various positions around the kitchen and Dawn was at Willow's laptop waiting for Xander and Buffy to describe the demons that had attacked them.
"They were roughly six feet with greenish brown skin and black hair. Other than that they looked completely human," the exhausted slayer told Dawn.
Anya's head shot up from where she had been laying it on Xander's shoulder, "Did they have protection symbols tattooed on them?"
Although the question was directed to Buffy it was Xander who answered, "Yeah, Willow's magic was completely useless against them." He gave Anya a curious look and all of them felt a knot form in their stomachs as they watched the blood drain out of the ex-demon's face.
"Oh, God. Oh no, no, no, no. Damn it why didn't I see this coming she's a perfect choice." Anya began pacing while she continued to berate herself for her lack of foresight. Xander stood up and catching her in the middle of her pacing route clutched her shoulders.
"An, honey what's wrong? What do you know about these guys?" He looked in her eyes and the misery he saw there startled him. He was vaguely aware that the others were watching them intently and that Spike had begun to growl softly in his impatience to here the answer. All of them jumped when a loud thunder clap sounded in the living room and Angel and Spike both dropped into game face.
They ran into the living room to find Giles standing there gaining his bearings. Seeing the questioning looks on there faces he explained how he'd gotten there so quickly. "As I was making arrangements to leave the Coven offered to teleport me here. They want to help Willow anyway they can and are scrying for her right now."
"They wont find her," Anya whispered so low that it was a miracle anyone heard her. "Why is that?" Giles asked with a perplexed look.
"'Cause she's been chosen for the Kat'la," Anya whispered.
"Oh dear lord." Giles looked like he was about to collapse.