Wick Is As Wicked Does

Author: FemailoftheSpecies

Rating: R for now, may go NC17

Spoilers:  Season 4 BTVS, Season 1 Angel

Summary:  Spike did get captured by the Initiative, but escaped, just as angry, before they chipped him.  You know what happened next!

A/N - Dru who?  Angel is Spike's Sire, dang it! Thanks to Jenni for being the best beta and for not making me feel really bad for not producing a By My Side or starting the sequel for Relentless.  This story has to be told first, cuz it's blocking up me brain!

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~Part: 1~

Spike walked into the office of Angel Investigations, immediately feeling a sense of relief he would never admit.  But his sire was not there.  The girl was, he could smell her and hear her heart beating a neat little rhythm as she came from an inner office.  It was obvious she hadn’t noticed him.

She dropped the file folders she removed from Angel’s office on her desk, already cluttered with fashion magazines and assorted nail polish, and turned to get a cup of coffee before she called Buffy back.  The blonde left an urgent message earlier, but she conveniently forgot to tell Angel.

“Ahhh!  Fuck…Spike!”  She dropped her cup and ran behind her desk reaching for her loaded crossbow, but unfortunately, preternatural speed trumped clumsy fumbling as he disarmed her easily.  She glanced at the clock, cursing silently.  Her boss would be gone at least another hour, plenty of time for the blonde vampire to do whatever it was he came to do.

“So are you here for salon tips, cuz your roots are showing a little and I know a great place up on Wilshire…”

“Sit, Cordelia.”  He ordered quietly, lighting a cigarette and talking a tour of the place, careful not to underestimate the resourceful girl before him.  In Spike’s opinion Angel picked his humans well and this one had plenty of stones, more than most men in fact.

Cordelia hesitated for a few seconds.  She had a few run-ins with Spike in Sunnydale and, most recently, right here in this very office, so she understood that her situation was dire at best.  But he apparently did not plan to feed and run so if she could stall him, perhaps Angel would get back in time to… as much as she hated to admit it…save her.

She lowered her self slowly, delicately perched on the edge of her chair and glared at him as he sniffed the air, turning to her thoughtfully, as if puzzled.

“Where’s the Mick?”  He asked, not picking up his scent at all.

The brunette was not familiar with the term so just continued to glare.  One minute down

“The Mick, dark hair, yah high?”  He motioned to about his own height and shrugged.

“Doyle’s not here.  But he’ll be back soon.”  She managed without emotion.

“That so?  He was here today, then?”  He smelled the lie as clearly as not smelling Doyle.

“Yes, of course, just left to get us some…dinner.”  His eyes drifted to the empty Chinese take out carton that was in the trash.  “That was lunch!” she huffed defensively.

The demon chuckled, sucking on a human canine.  She found him eerie as he stared at her, wondering if he could read minds like Drusilla.

“Funny…I can’t smell Doyle at all.  It’s like he’s not been here in weeks.  I can bloody well smell Angel, I smell you and your tempting blood, and I smell another who’s been here a lot, but not the Mick….Oh well.”  He tossed the cigarette to the floor and was upon her before she could see him approach, lifting her by the neck and dragging her to the wall.  She screamed, slapping ineffectively at his hands.

 “Now, now, Cordelia.  I thought we were friends.  But here you are lying to ole Spike.  Not a good start.”  He grabbed her wrists and secured them above her head while he spread her legs with his knees so she could not render him momentarily helpless.

She twisted and coughed, choking herself more with each useless movement.  Spike only grinned, amused by her writhing.

“Spike…p-please…”  She squeaked.

“Be a good girl and I’ll let you breath, alright?”

She nodded and inhaled deeply as he lessened the pressure.  “What do you want?  Angel is coming, you know.”

“I know.  Came to see him.  But might as well play with you till he gets here.”  He let her neck go, dropping his hand to fondle the hem of her skirt.  She bucked at the sensation, trying to shaking him off.  “I really like it when you do that,” he admitted, nuzzling into her neck.

She felt the ridges of the demon as he slid his fangs neatly into her throat, sipping slowly as she gasped in pain.  She pushed against his chest, but it was like trying to move a building.  He drank her in small swallows, savoring the taste, until her breath came in pants and her pushing turned into at first caresses and then urgent pulling.  The scent of her arousal hit him, as usual with this type of bite, and he pulled away.

Her eyes were glazed and she hovered in that place where he could take her, turn her or just drain her.  Instead he lowered her lips to her slightly parted ones and kissed her, sharing her essence with her.  A moan, her mouth opening for him and then…

A blur.  She blinked, vision clearing, her eyes seeking and finding the blonde as he sat on one of the small sofas provided for clients.  <What the HELL just happened?>

Spike stared back her as if innocent of any wrong doing.  A stabbing pain in her neck brought reality home.

“You…you bit me!”  She ran to one of the many mirrors she insisted that Angel buy.  “And there is BLOOD on my blouse.  This is silk, buddy!  You are so gonna pay for this, cuz it’s hard enough to look this good on what Angel pays me.”

“So nothing about the kiss, then?  I take it you’re okay with that?”

“No!  You are a twisted little monkey!”  She growled.

And Spike laughed.  “Well, yeah.  However, only Angelus knows just how twisted, pet.”

“Eeww.  I am not listening to this!”  She plugged her ears completely, closed her eyes tightly and sang, awfully.

Spike tensed as Angel entered, cursing that he’d let this amusement distract him.

The broody demon was too stunned and in a little pain from Cordelia’s desperate singing that he forgot Spike was the enemy.

“What’s she doing?”  He asked his childe.

“Didn’t want to hear stories about our past and my proclivity for the twisted.”  He replied truthfully, with a small pout while he put some distance between him and his sire.

Finally registering the real danger, Angel remained calm, but observant.

“Why are you here, Spike?”  He asked, walking over to his seer and pulling her hands from her ears. “Cordy, stop it!”

Her eyes popped open and she hugged the vampire.  “Oh Angel....Spike…” She pointed at the blonde.  “He BIT me!”

Angel whirled on his childe and Spike put his hands up defensively.  “Wait a bloody minute, Peaches.  I bit her, yeah, but she’s not of the garden variety. And take a deep breath, Angel.”

He did, picking up on the girl’s arousal.  He looked, incredulously, at Cordy who was still shooting daggers at Spike, but could not deny what was in the air or the fact that she was still alive after Spike had his fangs in her.  He wondered what game his errant childe was playing.

“Office, Spike. Now!”  He waited until Spike was inside before speaking to Cordelia.  “Stay. We need to talk.”

She opened her mouth to protest his dog-like commands, but instead nodded and somehow knew she was in some sort of trouble and that it was all Spike’s fault.

~~~*~~~

He was having second thoughts about his decision to come here.  Angel was not his sire anymore, not in the real, help-a-childe-in-need sense.  He was very good at telling him what do and the lunatic that tried to end the world was just a bastard in his eyes, but he was is sire and would have to just put the soul aside for a moment and think like the demon he was.

Angel watched the blonde with interest.  He was not angry over the ring, which was good, because the vampire had no intention of repeating any torture sessions where he was the victim.  But he could fathom why Spike was there.  He saw emotions play across his beautiful face, as if he were trying to puzzle something out, and waited for him to speak.

“I’ve done something.”

“Of course.”  He sighed, rubbing a large hand over his face.

“What the bleeding hell is that supposed to mean, pillock?”

“Spike, refrain from speaking to me like that.  I’m not in the mood to teach you manners today.  And it means of course you did something.  You’re always doing something.”

“Whatever…I’ll have to show you.”  He got up quickly and went outside.

After a few minutes curiosity overcame Angel.  He rose and stood in the doorway.  Cordy was quietly putting a bandage on the bite mark.

“Sorry,” he offered.

“You should be.  He’s crazy, Angel. Then again what member of you family isn’t?  I mean…”

Angel’s head snapped in the direction of the door and he moved quickly to pick up a stake and put Cordy behind his body for protection.

Spike returned, but the dark vampire did not relax, sensing another.  The blonde stopped and looked back, reaching out and pulling his companion inside.  The shock of red hair brought Angel to his knees.  “Willow…”  he grunted as his soul bled for the beautiful sweet girl, now a demon, before him.  Unbelievably, she gave him a shy wave.

“Angel, meet your grandchilde.”

~Part: 2~

Willow and Spike watched warily as Angel rose to his feet with Cordelia’s assistance.  The blond vampire had a quip ready for his sire, but bit his tongue, considering that the 250 year old demon was suppressing a lot of anger, and he wanted his help, not a fight, especially not in front of his childe. Yet.

“What’s wrong with him, Spike?”  She whispered.

“Shock, pet.  He’ll be fine and threatening to stake me soon enough.”

Cordelia, once certain Angel was okay on his own, moved towards Willow, unaware.

“Willow!  Spike what are you doing with her???  Didn’t you do enough damage last year.  Angel he’s the reason I was IMPALED!”  She took the redhead by her hand and pulled hard, flying backwards and falling down as Willow peeked over her, immoveable.

“Oh my GOD!  You… She… Oh my GOD!  ANGEL!  Spike made Willow all GRRR!”

“I know, now stop screaming!”  He yelled.  Then realizing he yelled, he added softly. “Please.”

“I’m calling Buffy!”  She ran to the back office belonging to Angel, but was cut off by her boss.  “What are you doing?  This is Willow.  Do ya remember vamp Willow?”

“Vamp Willow?” Spike asked.

“Oh, I was a vampire in an alternate universe and I, the other I,  kinda got sent here by mistake.  She was delicious sire, just like I will be some day.  But I’m a lot luckier.  I got you as a daddy, and she had the ugly, old master.”

“What?  Batface was your sire?  Now that’s creepy.  Come to think of it, 's no wonder Darla was such a perverted bitch.”

Angel and the ex-cheerleader watched them, awed by the topic and the nonchalance both displayed.

“And Angel, I mean Grandsire, right?  He was her puppy.”  She spoke softly, as if no one else would hear.

“Oh you’ve got to tell me about this, luv.”  He flopped in a seat, patting his lap. Stealing a quick kiss, she joined him happily to the sounds of Cordelia’s eeeww.

“Well, she said she rode him a lot, and I didn’t get it then, but I really unde….”

“SPIKE!”  He roared.  “WILLIAM, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!!!”  It took all the control he’d learned in the past 100 years to refrain from staking his childe. A sickening feeling overtook him as he thought it, as it always did whenever he considered killing the younger vampire.  He knew that he would have to examine this response, but pushed it away for later.

Sire and childe faced Angel, blue eyes flashing with amused irritation, green eyes wide in fear of the angry demon before.  She knew her sire would never let grandsire hurt her, but his demon was power and frightening just the same.

“I’ve gone and made me a childe, Angelus.  Someone to be mine for eternity.  And Red here is bloody fabulous, innit she?”  He lifted her and stood.  “Don’t let the bint call the slayer.”  For the first time Spike really looked into his sire’s eyes, allowing him in to see the truth that he would not verbalize.  Fear.

Angel blinked, a bit dizzy from using a bond that was dormant for so long.  He’d only seen that look in those eyes once before, the day he’d left them after the soul.

“Cordy, don’t call Buffy.”

“But…”

“Please…I need to know what’s happening, why they came to me.”  She glared at him, jaw set, and nodded.  Stepping away, she was stopped by a strong hand on her arm.  “We still need to talk.  Stay here…please?”  She nodded again, this time her eyes softened, matching her heart.

“Spike…”  Angel headed for the elevator, not bothering to see if they were following, knowing they would.

25 days earlier

“I…I’ll scream.”

“Bonus.”

The redhead, true to her words, did scream, and it was a bonus for the demon as he clamped a hand over her mouth and turned up the stereo to drown out the sound.  He slammed her down onto her bed, climbing on and straddling her.  His demon was delighted by her struggles, the tight little body writhing below his, the fear pumping into the air like a mist.

And despite it all, she was pissed.  Pissed that it was going to end like this, not in a battle, saving the world, but because she forgot for just a moment about who could be on the other side of the door.   And that momentary lapse would cost her life.

Spike grinned, her feeble attempts to thwart him amusing and arousing.  For a second, he eyed his prize, her arms spread out as he held her firmly by each wrist, then he lunged for her throat, slicing into her viciously, hardening as a choked scream escaped her.  The blood rushed forcefully into his mouth, her heart pumping frantically in its terror.  He felt her hot tears, scorching him where they touched.  His demon was giddy, her sweet, hot blood and turmoil an intoxicating mixture.

Once her heart slowed to near stopping, he ripped his own wrist open and fed her his blood.  She tried to refuse at first, but he forced her lips apart and let the blood pool in her mouth, which she eventually swallowed.  His blood called to her and she latched on eagerly after the first taste.

He was making a childe and let her drink more than normal, until she dropped his hand, her mortal death taking her in its cold embrace.  He gazed at her for a moment before picking her up and carrying her out into the darkness to which she now belonged.

~~~*~~~

They sat in the vampire’s modest living room, Willow and Spike on the couch, Angel in the chair opposite them.

“So…”  The blond started.

“Spike, please tell me why I shouldn’t stake you.”

“Err…cause I’m you favorite childe?”

The dark vampire raised an eyebrow.

“Bloody Hell, Angel!  She is gorgeous, and I wanted to last year when I came for the spell. Was just too pissed to realize it.”

“But she is…was Buffy’s best friend.  Does she know?”

“No.  And she won’t.  Not yet.”

Willow watched them in wonder, two horribly powerful demons, compared to what she’d seen so far, and she was their’s.  Spike explained how what belongs to the childe belongs to the sire in great detail when she rose.  So she figured it must apply between Angel and Spike as well.  Just being here made her feel safe, and she sensed Spike’s ease as well.  He was nervous about how his sire would react, but not afraid for either of them

“How could she not know something?  When did this happen?”

“A few weeks ago…”

“A few… How?  Willow…my God!”

“What difference does it make, Angelus?   I’m here and I need you.”   There, he’d said it.  Something he swore he never would.  In a way, he now felt a kinship to his sire, understood the lengths he went to keeping him and Drusilla safe,  because now, he would do all of that and more for the creature next to him.  She was him, his blood, his childe, and nothing would harm her.

Angel sighed and leaned back in his chair, gazing at the ceiling.  Someone or something was threatening Spike and Willow.  Something powerful and dangerous.  His boy was there, asking for help, needing him, not trying to torture him or kill him or belittle him.  He was there as his childe coming to the father, as he should.  The brooding vampire smiled the tiniest smile.  “It doesn’t matter.   What’s after you?  What can I do?”

~Part: 3~

The blond weaved a tail of commandos and demon hunters that at first Angel just did not believe.  Could humans find a way to capture and contain demons en masse?  He hoped it was not possible, since some of the worst atrocities he’d ever witnessed were by human hands.  Imagine the torture they could inflect on something they know is not human at all.

“So you were captured and escaped, and went to kill Buffy…”  He gave his childe a pointed look, “because you thought she was behind it…”

“Err…I was gonna kill her anyway.  That was just the reason that day.”  He was being brutally honest for a vampire who lied through his fangs.

Angel just rolled his eyes and continued.  “And instead you happened upon poor Willow and what?  Just decide to turn her?  Spike, what’s wrong with you?”

“Has the hair gel been filling your bleeding ears?  I told you, I was gonna do it last year, but was drunk outta me mind and got distracted by you and that bi…the slayer.”

“Okay, whatever.  What’s done is done.  Go on.”  The brunette stood and began pacing slowly as he listened.

Spike took Willow, wanting to get somewhere safe and wait for her to rise.  He just happened to run into a few of the commandos as they were surrounding the dorm, and although he was carrying his sleeping childe, he had no problems dispatching the men and getting away.  They managed to chase him for a while, but he lost them easily.

He found his car and headed to a friends home out in the desert.   It was there that he got his first glimpse of the demon he gave to his childe.   His thrill and pride was evident to Angel as he spoke of Willow, the bloodlust undeniable as she warmed to the kill readily.  She hadn’t the art for playing with her food, preferring to eat and watch him work, but it would come in time.

After a few days, they left the slim pickings of the desert for more populous territory up north.   The ride was not an easy one.  Willow was restless and not happy with the confinement, wanting to hunt at every stop.  Spike indulged her because he encouraged the bloodlust.  Still once she had her victim, she gave the human quick release and drank greedily.   The blond was uneasy as well.  He could not place the cause of the feeling, yet he felt…stalked.  He was not a fool, could not afford to be one after his sire left him and Drusilla, so he did not ignore the feeling, instead making preparations to hide out until he could determine the source of his apprehension.

He took Willow to a beachhouse he owned somewhere south of Monterey.  He felt it was the most defendable, and a few minions remained there to care for the property.

“You have property?  That you really own?”  Angel never knew his childe to be interested in anything that mature.

“Of course, Angelus.  I did pay attention while you were still playing Sire.”

Part of Angel cringed at the offhanded insult while the demon screamed to punish the boy for his insolence.  “So what happened?”

“Soldier boys showed up.  During the soddin’ day.  We took a few down.  My Red was remarkable.  I hardly had to watch out for her.”  At the grimace of pain Angel displayed, Spike skipped the rest of his battle description.  “Err… right.  Anyway, we got away.  Had us a nice little swim, eh pet?”  He put his arm behind her back pulling her close.  She’d been afraid, for him, that he may get hurt trying to protect her, so she fought harder, determined to hold her own, and as a result three of the soldiers died by her hand.  And the redhead was giddy with it, her first violent kill.

“Yeah and it was cold, but I didn’t have to breath, which was scary at first, but then it fun.  Then I wondered if we could freeze, or our blood could freeze, and if he would be stuck under water, frozen, but then I remembered the temperature was not cold enough for us to actually freeze. Oh! And remember, Spike, that’s when you noticed it.”

What Angel noticed was that the demon didn't change the babbling.

“Yeah.  We came up on a beach a few miles down."  He'd spread his  near ruined duster out on the sand for them to lay on and get a bit of rest before moving on and finding a car.  His childe flopped down bonelessly, exhaustion finally taking its toll, the blond demon joining her.  He felt a rock underneath his hip and tried to move it from beneath the coat, but could never feel it.  Understanding crept into this agile mind as he ripped a whole in the lining and found a small transmitter, the size of a nickel, sewn into the lining.

“So the tossers must be putting them on all the demons they catch in case of escape.  By now they are looking for us in the middle of the Pacific.”  His laughter was forced, the smile he donned never reaching his eyes, worry for his childe apparent.

“They are after us.  I don’t know who they are, but it's under Sunnydale.”

“Does Buffy know about it?”  Angel asked his first and only grandchilde.

“I don’t think so.  We saw some guys dressed up in army fatigues on Halloween.  Maybe they were them.”  She frowned at the memory, her demon in conflict over the emotions the slayer brought to mind.

“We have to call Giles.”  Spike began his protest, but was silenced by his sire’s stare.  “We don’t have to tell him everything, but I need to know what’s happening there.”

Spike nodded, getting up with a yawn, his toned body stretching with the act.  Angel watched him, remembering a time when he possessed every inch of that body.  He shook his head of the memories, vowing not to go down that road, not while the blond vampire was in his home, within reach.

“I’m knackered, mate.   Where can we crash?”

“Take my bedroom.”  He started for the elevator, throwing over his shoulder, “Change the sheets when you get up, Spike.”

~~~*~~~

“What’s his major disfunction, Angel?”

They were discussing Spike.  Despite her protests, the vampire knew what he scented in the air and Cordelia, on some level, enjoyed his childe’s attentions.  He wanted to convey to her the dangers of any kind of involvement with Spike without embarrassing his seer.

“He’s a demon.”  He sighed again, something he did a lot lately.  “You can’t engage in conversation with him, Cordy.  It’s his way of breaking down your defenses and learning your weaknesses.  He’s very good, and you will never see it coming.  I can’t be here to protect you from him all the time, and if you respond to him he will take advantage of you.”

“What?  He’s staying?”

Angel didn’t look up, only nodding.

“And Willow?  Two blood loving vampires here all day, looking at me like I am a nummy treat?”

“They’ll stay in the apartment.  Someone’s after them,” he offered as an explanation.

“I don’t care, Angel.  Blond, evil and homicidal tortured you, and he was really mean to me and Doyle!  Made us look for his ring, and I had to go into the SEWERS!”

“I’m sorry, Cordy.  They won’t bother you, but I have to help him. I…”

“Why do you care?  They are going to eat people.”

“Why did you kiss him?”

“I….”  she huffed,  “did not KISS him.  He practically shoved his tongue down my throat.  Did that lying little asswipe tell you that I KISSED him??”

Angel had to stifle his chuckle at her description of the blond.  “Uh…no I can smell him on you.  Your mouth.”

“That’s just so foul.”

“I could smell other things too.”  He gauged her reaction.  She gasped, comprehending his meaning.

“STOP SMELLIN ME, ANGEL!  Ewwwww!”

“Okay, sorry.  But I mean it.  You can’t play games with him.  After he gets what he needs from me, he and Willow will undoubtedly leave.  As soon as he doesn’t need me anymore, you will be open game.  Don’t let him know where you live, don’t invite him in, no matter how friendly he is, or what he brings you.  He will tear you apart and leave you broken, all for his amusement.  Do you understand?”

“You give him way more credit than he deserves.  He couldn’t even beat Buffy.  So... Not the sharpest knife in the drawer.”

“Please, Cordy, stay clear of him.  Please promise me.”

His tone, more than his words of warning were what got through to her.

“Alright, Angel.  I promise.”  As an afterthought she added.  “Speaking of...Queen Buffy called today.”

~Part: 4~

“Hello…”  A voice answered, sleepy but trying to sound awake.

“Buffy?  It’s me.”

“Angel.  Hi.”  She sat up immediately and reached over the turn on the lamp. “I called…gosh…hours ago.”

“I know.  Sorry it’s so late.  Cordelia just told me.  You know how she gets about actually doing work while on the job.”

“I need a job like that.  Hey maybe she could come back and slay…you know, with her evil, sadistic mouth…and I could come be your girl Friday.  Well Everyday.”  She frowned.

“I don’t doubt she could waylay much of the demon population.  And having you here would be…nice.  But…”

“Yeah, I know angst city.  Been there, done that.”

“So you called.”  He started, reminding her of the reason for their late night chat.  “Was there something you needed?”   He had a good idea of why she called, and it was sleeping in his bed as he brooded.

“…you seen her?”

“I’m sorry Buffy…I dropped the phone.”

“It’s Willow.  I was wondering if you might’ve seen her or has she called.”

“No she hasn’t called (no lie there).  What happened?”

“Well no one’s sure.  She went to a party, left and was supposed to come back to the dorm.  She’d been kinda mopey since Oz left.”

“He left?”

“Long story, but he broke her heart and she has been trying to get over it, but it was hard.”

They both took a few seconds to think about this before she continued.

“There was a raid on my dorm.  Some commandos locked the doors and were searching for someone.  And then Spike was in town…”

“Spike??  What did he do?”  He feigned surprise.

“Nothing…Maybe… I don’t know.   Xander and Harmony kinda went at it and she spilled that Spike was back.  We thought he was after me AGAIN, but he never showed his face.    We think the commandos may have taken her.”

“Why would they do that?”

“Well I shook up Willie for info and he said the demons are staying low, not too much activity, and my kills have been way low for the past month.  Anyway, some are scared.  Saying these army guys are hunting them.  A lot saw their friends get caught and haven’t seen then again.  Some are leaving town.”

So it was all true.  The military was in the demon hunting business.  He wondered at that, knowing the government would have an overt and a covert operation.  Which one was this?

“Buffy, if they are after demons, why would they have Willow?”  This was a real question, not something to make her think he was hearing this stuff for the first time.

“Oh Angel, Willow is advancing in witchcraft.  She’s not great or anything yet, but Giles says she will be.  He was set on keeping her on a slow track, she was trying too much too soon with no control yet.  But she’s a natural.  And maybe they… you know…found out about her.”  She sighed, knowing her theory was flimsy, not wanting to entertain any of the alternatives.

“Her parents?   Have they…”

“No, haven’t even come back from wherever the hell they are now.  She’s been gone 25 days, Angel…”  She choked out a strangled sob.  “They only called Giles once!  What kind of people are they?!”

He wanted nothing more than to tell her.  End her suffering, only to begin a new torment.  The knowledge that SHE may have to kill her best friend.  But he promised HIM.  And he owed him so much more than that, but for now it would be loyalty and sanctuary.

“I don’t know… Have you found anything on these guys?  Research?”

“Giles is looking into it, but we have no hacker, so it’s all screwed up.  And I miss her.”  She was silent for a moment, but he could hear her tears falling.

“Can I call you tomorrow?  Do some checking from here and call you tomorrow night?”

She sniffed harshly, letting the vampire know just how much she’d been repressing.  “Yeah, anything you can find…I’ll probably be at Giles’.  Someone is always there in case she calls.”

“Okay…around 8 then.”

“Thanks Angel.”

He hung up the phone, thinking how small and tiny and frail she sounded.  Not at all like the girl who sent him to hell.  The loss of the redhead was taking her down, killing her slowly.   He felt immensely guilty for his lies.  He started for the elevator and decided on the stair, remembering the sleeping pair.  He would talk to Spike and try to get him to agree to tell Buffy, now that he knew she was not a part of this sinister organization after his childer.  It was the younger vampire’s decision, but Angel determined that he may just have to use some old-fashioned sire persuasion to influence that decision.

~~~*~~~

“That’s what I'm trying to tell you!  Spike is downstairs and Willow is a vampire.”  The seer was speaking in a hushed, urgent tone to Wesley.  He’d just arrived in town a short time ago and had been ingratiating his way into Angel Investigations.

“Willow…Willow Rosenburg?”  He whispered back.

“Yes!”  She rolled her eyes, impatient that the ex-watcher was so slow on the uptake.

“And she is here?  With Spike….as in William the Bloody?!”  He yelled, understanding sinking in.

“Shhhh… Don’t speak of the devil!  Now Angel is letting them stay here because someone’s after them.  That’s all I know, but I’m thinking I need a little vacation time soon.”

“Where is Angel?”

“He’s down there.  He came up when I came in, but I don’t expect him back till the afternoon.  He was growly about me not telling him his precious Buffy called until last night, so I sent him away to GET OVER IT!  She yelled the last part, hoping the broody vampire heard and heeded.

The watcher was obviously concerned.  From his time in Sunnydale he’d heard the group discuss their dealings with the vampire that like to be called ‘Spike’ now.   According to Giles, the demon nearly beat the seemingly infallible slayer several times, her unorthodox approach to her duties being the only thing that saved her life.  The girl’s watcher confided in him over brandy one evening that given a bit more time, he had expected the vampire to adjust his strategy accordingly and succeed in his goal.    He’d never been more relieved when the vampire left town with his insane, and apparently crafty lover.

Wesley had written a thesis on him as well and considered himself a closet expert on the vampire.  He was curious to determine whether his research was accurate.  Having the historical figure here was definitely an opportunity he, as a scholar, could not ignore.

“Well, if he comes up, advise Angel that I’ll be back in a bit.  Oh and the books are on his desk.”  He’d almost forgotten the reason for his impromptu visit.  He promised Angel the morning before that he would drop off his books on Hamalen prophecy.  In truth, he would have found some reason to stop by, considering the boring and lonely, as well as poor, existence he has been living since being sacked from the Council.   He didn’t mind not being a watcher, Faith cured him of that, he just minded that the Council blamed him for the venomous girl turning evil.  She never had far to go and only needed a push.  Unfortunately, the Hellmouth provided many things standing in line waiting to give his little Faith a big, fat push over that edge.

So he was in Los Angeles, city of Angelus, or so the older demons called it. And he was alone.  Happening upon Angel and Cordelia had seemed like a Godsend when he was desperate for a friend.  Now all he wanted was to be allowed to hang around and help fight the good fight.  The chance to study the infamous William the Bloody up close was a definite bonus.

The seer gave him a small wave and he walked out the front door with more purpose than he had in a while.

~~~*~~~

Spike held Willow tight.  She was restless, as she always was when sleeping during the day.  She had not yet adjusted to a life without the sun and was still prone to wake mid-morning itching for something to do.  This morning when she stirred, he slipped inside of her cool channel and fucked her slowly and gently until she came and fell asleep again.   He needed her to get rest.  Unlife on the run had been hard on her, and he felt like an inefficient sire for not providing a stable, safe environment for his childe’s first few weeks in her new existence.  He vowed to make it up to her as soon as they rid themselves of the current threat.

His musings, though mind consuming, did not distract him from detecting his stealthy sire’s presence when he came into the room.

“What do you want, Peaches?”  He disengaged his limbs from Willow’s and rolled over, glancing at the bedside clock.  “It’s only 11 in the bloody morning,” he complained.

Angel ignored his whining childe’s protests and sat on the edge of the large bed.  Spike, oblivious to his nudity, hopped up, extracted a cigarette from the pack in his duster pocket and lit up.   The older vampire decided to ignore that too, for the moment.

“I spoke to Buffy.”  He tossed the blond demon a robe, which was donned with an eye roll.

“Did you tell her?”  Spike asked, his cigarette dangling from pursed lips.

“What do you think?”

“Honestly, Angel, I don’t know.  Once up a time, I knew where I stood in this world.  Favorite childe of the mighty Angelus.  Earned myself a reputation separate from you, one I was proud of even if you weren’t.  But I knew what I meant to you and what you meant to me.  Bottom line, nothing came between us.”  He dragged on his smoke, savoring the slight burning in his lungs.  “Now, I am nearly an orphan…”

“Spike, you’re not…”  Angel began.

“Yes I bloody well am.  You’re here, but not here.  My sire is locked up in a soul cage and you won’t let him out.  Granted he’s a bent bugger now,”  he agreed to the unspoken thought, grinning.  “But you’re not him either.  So no, I don’t know what to think when it comes to you and I, Angel.  I’m nothing more than something you regret, and your guilt is the only reason you suffer my existence at all.  As soon as you feel MORE guilty about not blabbing to the slayer, you give me and mine up to the chit.”

Angel looked down, suddenly finding his hands very interesting.  The fact that he came to ask Spike to allow him to tell Buffy about Willow would only confirm what Spike feared.  And Spike’s fears were far from truth.  He did not regret Spike.  He regretted that he had to give him up, how he did it and things he’d done since the blond arrived in Sunnydale.   So unless he wanted to deepen the chasm between them he could not even suggest telling anyone in Sunnydale about this.

“You’re wrong, you know.”  The robe was barely closed, giving Angel too clear a view of his childe's considerable charms.  Angel allowed himself the pleasure of ogling the vampire before focusing on the cold, blue eyes.

“ ‘Bout what?”

“You’re not an orphan.  You never will be.  I…I just had some soul searching to do…”

“A hundred years?”

“Yeah, well you always said I wasn’t the quickest study.”  He smirked.  “But I’ve come to realize I need a balance.  I’ll never be pure and good and righteous.  But I’ll always be a vampire.  Just recently, I’m learning to accept that.  So I can safely say I am ready to resume my duties as sire.”

The blond raised an eyebrow.  “That so, mate?”

“Yeah… and maybe some of the pleasures as well.”  He left, chuckling at the stunned looked and silent tongue of his too-witty-for-his-own-good childe.

~Part: 5~

When Wesley returned, Angel was upstairs, going over bills.   The self-proclaimed rogue demon hunter peeked in on the vampire as he sat, a looming figure even at the large desk.

Welcoming the break Angel glanced up, curious as to why Wesley had taken to hanging around lately.  They certainly were not friendly by any stretch of the definition while in Sunnydale, and while the vampire held no animosity toward the ex-watcher, he just found it puzzling that the human willingly sought out his company.

“Wesley...”

“Hello Angel.  I…thought I might stop by…see if there are any nefarious demons awaiting a goof slaughtering.”  His enthusiasm was infectious, bringing a strange grin to the demon’s face.

“No,”  he chuckled.  “All quiet on the evil front.”

“Really…Not so quiet I should think.”  He leaned forward in a conspiring whisper, “I’m told you’re providing refuge for the evil undead and his most recent paramour.”  He nodded as if to agree with some internal fact.

Angel rolled his eyes.  “Cordelia!” He growled, lifting his considerable mass from his chair and walking around the desk.  He was going to choke her.  No, bite her, then choke her.  No bite her, then choke her, then give her to Spike…

“Sh-she left…" Wesley stammered, not quite understanding the vampire's sudden anger.  "Something about Prada and skinning the clerk alive if she didn’t hold them.  She took a dagger.”

So much for punishments.  “You can not repeat this to anyone.  Not in Sunnydale, not in a bookstore or a magic shop or a library…”

Wesley feigned zipping his lips and Angel sighed, relieve that he would not have to test his soul today.  “What did big mouth tell you?”

He opened his own mouth to defend the girl, but thought better of it and spilled all he knew instead.  “She said that William the Bloody is here with Willow Rosenberg, who is now a vampire as well.  I assume it was his doing.  And that you are letting them stay here….Oh yes! And some evil entity is on their trail.  Although really who is the evil here, heh?”

Angel stared, amazed at how pompous the man before him was.  “Spike is staying, something bad is after them and I will protect them.  If you don’t like it, leave.”

Slightly bristled, the ex-watcher softened his tone, “Angel…I don’t mean to judge you.  He is your childe, but I thought you hated each other.”

“It’s an error most people make.”

“And YOU both have not done much to correct anyone.”

Angel looked away, a little surprised by Wesley’s forwardness.  Perhaps he would prove interesting to have around.

“I’ll have you know, I’ve done an extensive study on the vampire William the Bloody while with the council…”

He looked to the brunette demon to gauge his reaction, a little put out when he discovered he was not listening.

Angel did hear Wesley, and was about to advise him against furthering his studies when he felt him.  He was being stealthy, but the bond didn’t lie and Angel had purposely been focused on it since his childe’s unannounced arrival.  He stood and got between Wesley and the door, which was still partially opened.

“What is it, Angel?”

“So Angelus, you making nice with watcher’s all over the world now?”  Spike appeared in the opening, startling the human.

“Oh…my… err…Hello Mr. Bloody, is it?”  Wesley’s hand was extended, awaiting a shake.  Spike looked at it, a deep scowl.

“Another pet, then?” His childe asked, still frowning.

The older vampire sighed, slapping the still extended hand down.  “No, Spike.”

The blond eyed the ex-watcher closely, his target squirming under the attention, before turning to his sire, almost whining.  “Then what is it?”

“It?”  Wesley huffed.

“It’s not…HE’S not an it.  He’s a person and his name is Wesley, and no I’m not making nice.  I mean Wes is…an acquaintance.  Business.”

His cool gaze returned to the human.  “So you’ve been learning all about the Big Bad, hoping to find a way to take me down, eh?”

“Spike…”

“Well, it was more a study of your life, as much as we could ascertain that is...”

Spike’s amused eyes raked over the man in front of him.  Angel had no television and the vampire was in need of entertainment.  A bored Spike was a dangerous Spike to be sure, especially since going out right now could alert the wrong types to his whereabouts.

“How about I fill in the gaps for ya, mate?”

He watched the man’s blue eyes light up as he jumped with poorly concealed, sheer joy.

“No!”

“What?”  From Wesley and Spike, deflated and irritated, respectively.

“Angel…I am perfectly capable…”

“No!”

“I won’t hurt ‘im, Peaches.  Oh that reminds me, watcha got to eat.  I’m starved.”

“Blood in the fridge downstairs.”

The blond pulled a face.  “Not bagging it, Sire.  I’m talking about snacks, ya git.”

“Some microwave popcorn, left cabinet.”  He listened as his childe retreated.

“He eats...Do you eat?”  Wesley was quite astonished.  He was taught that vampires were savage and wild, unable and unwilling to control their baser impulses, Angel and his soul being the exception.  This was a revelation: An unsouled vampire just had a normal conversation with him, no violence, no threats, no blood.  Interesting.

Angel was talking to him.

“Wesley, Spike is…very intriguing.  It is not in your best interest to spend time alone with him.”

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous.  My training lends me a shield against the persuasive powers of the vampire.”  He began walking around slowly, touching the trinkets Angel had on display as he passed.  The brooding demon could not help the amused smirk. “I can hold my own with one William the Bloody.”

Apparently the man was set on ‘interviewing’ his childe.  Angel decided it best to condone and supervise than condemn and be kept out of the loop.

“Fine, but you do NOT leave here with him and you don’t do this if I’m not here.

~~~*~~~

Spike munched on the popcorn and a beer.  He would have to make a list of acceptable snacks and send the cheerleader shopping.   Willow was, thankfully, still asleep.  She would need to feed when she woke and he was tapped, so much so that the bagged blood in the refrigerator was appealing, almost.

He walked over to the living room, picked up a book, tossing it with a laugh when he read the title, “Making Friends for Dummies”.

He was so bored he almost wished for the damned commandos.  At least things would be interesting.  He loved a good brawl, fist and fangs, nothing better, except the afterfeed and the aftershag.  But he could not take any chances with his Red.

The girl was amazing and the demon inside was treacherous, impatient.  And he loved it. Loved her.

The elevator started up, making a crap load of noise, in the blond’s opinion, as someone, his sire he was certain from the tingling in his spine, deemed it fitting to join him in the boredom pit.

“Oi Angel, you must get a telly down here.  Passions, ya know.”

Angel just stared at him.

“What?”

“Wesley is hell bent on pursuing this little fascination he has with you.  DON'T fuck with his head.”

The blonde tilted his head, peering at his sire, crystal blue eyes through long dark lashes.

“So…what part of ‘im can I fuck?”

~Part: 6~

The blond was against a wall, an angry Angel growling into his neck in gameface.  His fangs sank into the tender flesh there as blood ran in twin rivulets.  Spike clenched his jaw, but remained perfectly still, knowing where this was going if he fought him.  Angel lapped at the cool sweet liquid, flashes of their past haunting him, arousing him, as he drank.

Slowly he pulled away, licking his lips, gazing at his childe with the demon’s eyes.  He was not sure why he became so incensed over Spike’s question.  The chances of him actually seducing the man were slim.  But even the thought of him attempting to play one of their age old games and get the ex-watcher in bed enraged him.

“Uh…Angel…you in there, pet?”  Spike asked cautiously.  If he never saw Angelus off his leash again, it would be too soon.

Angel shook off the demon and leaned against the smaller vampire, foreheads touching.  “Yeah…I…sorry.”

“Don’t start.”

“What?”

“That bloody brooding.  I said I won’t hurt your human.  Just gonna have some fun with him is all.  I’m locked up here all soddin’ day.  What do you expect, Angel?”

“You don’t …no games with him, Spike.”  The brunette shook his head.

“Not gonna play games, but you know he wants it. ‘Sides, what do you care anyway?”  He stared at him, eyes narrowed, trying to pick his motives apart visually.

And that was the million dollar question, wasn’t it.  Why did Angel care what Spike did? He certainly had not taken an active interest in his childe, and had been particularly nasty to him in Sunnydale.  Although, he felt he’d been repaid for that when Spike came hunting for the Gem.

“I…I should have given you the ring.”

“What?  Where did that come from?”  He was quite sure that the older demon was becoming daft.

“I should have given you the ring.  I should have been there with you looking for it.  I should NOT have brought forth Acathla, because that ranked high on my list of stupidest things ever. I should have helped you heal.  I should have shared Dru and thanked you for saving her, taking care of her.  I should NOT have fought against you with Buffy and I should have NEVER tried to fool you that first day.”

“That’s quite a list of regrets, Peaches.  Wanna explain why you’re feeling all remorseful now?”

“I am you sire, Spike.  Angelus…he’s inside screaming at me to take you and possess you again.  Remind you of who you belong to.”

“I am a Master, Angelus.  You know that.  I do my own possessing now.”

“Yes, but MY master vampire.  MINE!”  His sable eyes were swirling with flecks of molten demon gold.

Spike, rather than fight Angel on this, conceded temporarily.  The need to feed soon and find a way to permanently eliminate the danger to himself and his childe overriding everything else, even his pride.

“Fine.”  He swallowed hard, his demon a lump in his throat, choking him.

~~~*~~~

Willow woke up suddenly, acutely aware of Spike’s absence.  He’d always been there, the first thing she saw upon opening her eyes.  It was strange to be alone.  Her sire was protective of her, overly protective in her opinion.  But she knew this had more to do with the soldiers chasing them than his thinking she was somehow incapable.

The bed smelled delicious, her sire and Angel’s scents mingling to tantalize her senses.  She could lay their forever if it weren’t for the hunger, the desire to track and hunt and kill.

She sat up and scooted to the end of the huge bed, looking for her clothes, which, she discovered, were nowhere to be seen.  With a sigh, she checked the dresser, zoning in on a pair of sweats and a wife-beater tank top.   They were exceptionally too large and she could not negotiate the pants and pulled them off in a small fit, tossing them across the room.  The tank went just below her butt and would have to due.   She could hear them, talking about calling Giles.

Now that was a person she really wanted to see.  Spike told her the killing off her family was a tradition, but he was not one for it.  If she wanted to off her friends and family he would be right there, but wouldn’t force her, like Angelus did him. The only one he was after was the slayer, and she would die by his hand in due time.   She didn’t want to kill Giles. She wanted him to understand.

She was still Willow, not some crazed demon inside her body, but Willow, only now she enjoyed different things. Very different things.  She opened the door as two sets of beautiful eyes trained on her.  She skipped over to her sire, giving Angel a brief, smile.  Spike pulled her into his lap, claiming her mouth in a deep kiss.   She pulled away first, a playful pout gracing her face.

“I woke up alone, Spike,”  she whined, caressing his sculpted chest.

“Sorry, luv. Angel and I needed to talk and you,” he tapped her nose, “needed to rest.  This has been too bloody hard on you.”

“I’m hungry.  Can we go out?  Is it safe?”  She spied her cleaned clothes folded on couch and got up to put them on quickly.

He looked to Angel.  “Which part of town has the least vamp activity?”  The redhead pulled on shoes and returned to her place of preference, Spike’s lap.

“Spike, you can’t go hunting.”

“She has to eat, Angel, and no childe of mine is going to drink pigs blood.”

“I can’t…”

“Angel…I mean Grandsire…I won’t kill them.”  She rose from Spike’s lap and sauntered over to Angel’s, the oversized tank barely covering her breasts.  Angel gulped audibly, ogling her creamy white skin. She leaned in brushing her lips over his ear as she purred.  “I promise to leave them alive just for you.  Please don’t make Sire fight you.  I don’t like it when you two fight.”  She nuzzled into his neck, tempted to vamp out and bite, but knowing it was a no-no, she refrained.

Spike observed his childe as she manipulated her grandsire, wrapping him around her finger.  Angel’s eyes were closed as he enjoyed the feel and smell of vampire flesh, family, enveloping him.  It was like coming home after being lost for so long.  He felt her leave his lap, a ghost of a kiss dancing on his lips, but he didn’t move, still reveling in the recent touch of her cool skin, her scent, so much like his own childe’s that it hardened him instantly.

When he opened his eyes both vampires were gone.  He took in an unneeded breath, rubbing a trembling hand over his tired face.  He stomped to the refrigerator, pulled out three bags of blood, tossing them all in the microwave.  While he waited, he thought, for the first time since agreeing to help the blond and redhead.  How could he allow them to hunt in his city when he killed other vampires for the same thing?  Sure, she promised to sip and run, but she was a fledgling, a month old, what did she know about control?

He ripped into heated bag after bag, his demon laughing at him for not joining the two for a proper feeding.

And there was Buffy.  He needed to call her in a few hours, as he’d promised…and what?  Lie more, of course.

Sated, or least not hungry, he hopped a ride in the elevator, more for Cordelia’s benefit than his own, a flight of stairs nothing to the vampire.  She got pretty angry if you scared her, and the normal mode of  the vampire was stealth, so he tried to make as much noise as possible when she was here.

She was sitting at her small desk, pouring over a magazine.  She looked up as he approached, a stack of messages raised to him in offering.  As usual her smile was radiant.

“So boss…I see you let the forsaken go out where they will no doubt be hunting for food that just happens to be people.”  She grinned up at him.  “So how’s that working for ya.?  Can you say hypocrite?”

“You told Wesley.”  He changed the subject and attacked, having no defense for her righteous accusation.  “We don’t know if we can trust him with this.”

“I’m not worried about keeping your secrets and protecting your little family.  They are killers.  I mean, Willow was nice, no fashion sense, but a sweet girl, and now she’s an evil blooding fiend.  All thanks to one bleached  blond menace.”

“Cordelia, they are in trouble.  Willow didn’t ask for any of this.  If Wesley tells the wrong person, they'll be after me as well.”

She put her magazine down, leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms, a sure sign to the vampire that she was not open to new ideas.

“Okay what is this big bad, badder than the Big Bad?”

“Some government agency is capturing us, vampires, demons.  They do experiments on the demons.   Spike was caught, but escaped.  He thought Buffy had something to do with it and went after her, but found Willow instead.  He turned her, like he planned to do last year.  The soldiers have been after them ever since.  I cannot let anybody harm them.”

“You let Buffy harm Spike.  A lot!  So why the sudden concern?”

“It’s not sudden.  I was in turmoil around her.  The need to feel human, but the reality of being a demon…I was confused and let my priorities get turned around.”  He sat on the bench.  “I’m more or less straightened out now.”  He smiled sheepishly, which the seer found disturbing.

“You’re not evil again, are you?”  She pulled out a mini cross bow.  “Cuz I’ll stake you so fast, Mister…”

He laughed, “No, Cordy, no evil here.  At least none that I’ll act on.”

In a blur of movement, the May Queen found herself disarmed and standing, Angel’s hands gripping her forearms tightly.

“Spike moves that quickly.  Willow is not as fast, but still faster than you can see.  My hold on you is light, a caress compared to his crushing anger.”  She struggled, angry about being taught a lesson and being handle so roughly.  “There is no escape, and your struggling only excites the demon.”

She went limp, turning her head away from him, resigned.  “Fine.  Now. Let. Me. Go.”

He released her.  “They are dangerous, but I will control them.  In return, he expects me to protect them, control you and Wesley too if he’s gonna be hanging around.  So no more stakes or crosses, or weapons of any kind.  They won’t hurt you unless provoked ,and a crossbow is definitely provocation.  And if you don’t talk to them they can’t hurt you, mentally.”

She was still mad, but nodded and sat down again, determined to ignore them all for eternity.

~~~*~~~

“There, him over there.”  She pointed with her eyes and Spike followed her line of sight to a bookish young man, short and slight of build.  It was obvious to him that the girl was still a bit angry at one werewolf.  Perhaps she should go back to kill him when this was all over.

“Sure, pet.  He looks good.  Just make sure to get him alone.”  He kissed her and lit a cigarette as she walked away to fetch her dinner.

The boy turned out to be a student at UCLA and had a few friends at UCS.  They talked for a while, trying to determine if they had any mutual acquaintances.  Eventually she told him she needed to leave and asked him to walk her to her apartment.  He agreed as she hooked arms with him.  Spike trailed them lazily, not really watching her, but keeping his senses alert for other demons.  No other vampires were present and everything felt safe.  He also did not have the stalked feeling he had, but he would not take any chances.

They turned a corner into a darkened street.  Spike held back in shadow.

“I really feel…silly.”  Willow started.

“Why?”  Jeff asked.

“Well, I don’t live down here.  I just really think you're cute and I want to be alone with you for a while.”

“Oh… Oh!  I … I’m flattered.  You’re cute too.  So please don’t feel silly.  I’m glad.”

“You are?”  Her green eyes were wide with innocence and hope, sparkling.

“Yes.  I like you.  It’s been so easy to talk to you.  Like we’ve known each other forever.”

“We could you know.”

“We could what?”

“Know each other forever.”

He laughed.  “It’s a little early for the nuptials, but…”  He pulled her to his mouth, shutting off whatever she was going to say with a kiss.

“Hmmm.”  She pulled away easily, raining kissing down his cheek and jaw, settling into the coveted flesh of his throat.  “You taste so good, Jeff.  I could just eat you alive.”

“Yeah?  Be my gue…”  He last words were strangled as she bit into him, crushing his windpipe with a powerful jaw.  There would be no crying for help, no description to the police that the soldiers could gain access to, no sip and run.  She came to kill and kill she would, until the hunger was quieted.  She drained him quickly and used his shirt to wipe her mouth before dropping him.

“Spike…” She whispered, knowing he could hear her.  “I think I made a boo-boo.”

He came out and took her hand, patting it affectionately.  “It’s alright, Red.  We won’t tell Granddad.  I’ll kill my dinner as well, so we’ll both be in the doghouse together, heh?”  She smiled and leaned against him, basking in his nearness, the calm and quiet of her demon that always came with feeding, like an after-dinner mint.

~Part: 7~

The bad seeds returned, giggling, high on the shared blood of a junkie, as they crossed the threshold into the office.  Angel sat in the shadows that conveniently swallowed his presence, observing, the stench of Cuervo pervading the room.

“Shhh…”  The blond bent to his redhead’s ear.  “Don’t wanna wake the poof.”

“Umkay…I think I need to pee.”  She whispered.  “No…wait…I need to fuck. You. Again.”  She purred, lunging at her sire.  Their lips met in a frenzy of fangs and blood, the kiss, a bruising show of dominance and submission.

He tangled his hand in her hair, pulling rudely until her pale, slender column was exposed to his view.  He ran his tongue along the flesh, tasting what was truly his.  “You want it right here, luv?”  Apparently the question was rhetorical as he ripped her pants and left them hanging, torn and destroyed around her ankles.  He stepped on them in the center as she toed off her shoes and lifted her legs to encircle his slim waist.

“Yeah...right here.  Can’t wait.”  She was back in human visage, peppering his demon with kisses while he undid his buckle and zipper, freeing his shaft and sliding in her anxious hole.

She gasped, as she always did when he filled her.  Completion.  Her head swam.  Had she ever thought this was not what she wanted?  Was there a time when this was not her goal?  She did not think so, could not conceive of a moment when his cock inside her was not the best feeling in the world.  When she could not feed, he sustained her.  When she could not sleep, he lulled her.  When she could not reason, he pacified her.  And she wanted him to take everything she was and rip it to shreds, rebuild her in his image, like the god that he was.

Angel watched their rapture, embarrassed that he had not made his presence known, but not wanting to disturb them now.  He felt it, the sire/childe bond, working, crackling the air with an invisible intensity that, if harnessed, would power cities.  He wondered if her magics made it stronger, even as he smelled the intoxicating aroma of their arousal and blood in the air as well.  He knew what he was seeing for what it was: a post-kill shag, as his William used to say.

His boy had her impossibly bent.  Her head, still ensnared by one brutal, beautiful hand, was tilted so far back, the muscles in her neck strained under the pressure.  All the while she was impaled on him, using her powerful leg muscles to surround him and ride him hard, his violent thrusts insuring the deepest penetration.  Her screams, as she came, sent chills down the older vampire’s spine and he had to shake himself of the image of his own childe, once upon a time being broken in a similar manner, begging for more, the same as this girl now.  They sank to the floor, the blond slamming into her a few more times before releasing into her channel with a harsh cry of his own.

Angel crept away and down the stairs to wait for Spike.  They killed tonight and the three of them would have to come to an understanding.  Angelus was caught between punishing them both for disobeying and roaring at the soul for thinking they should not kill their prey.  For Angel, it was a confusing sensation.  He was being torn in many directions and began to question his sanity over his desire to be his boy’s sire again.

~~~*~~~

Willow panted for air obviously not needed, trying to put her torn clothes back together.  Finally she just held some of the parts together at her waist with one pale hand and accepted the lit cigarette from her sire, taking a long drag.

“Fuck…It’s not bloody likely that Peaches slept through that.  Which part of shhhhh was Greek to you?”

She took another hit and passed back.  “All of it. Now…Will he know what we did?”

“If he heard us he might guess.  Don’t worry about it, alright?”  He walked to the elevator and changed him mind, using the stairs instead, Willow right behind him.    The scent, fresh and very recent, of his sire filled the stairwell.  <FUCK!>

The demon never missed a step as he continued his descent, but his mind was formulating, plan after plan, lie after lie, something for every occasion.

“Pet, why don’t you go run a bath.  I’ll join you in bit.”

“Can we play more?”

He smiled at her.  “Cor, pet, I adore you.  Yeah…think of something good we can do.”

She kissed his eyes, nose then his mouth, before padding away, her clothes barely shreds.

Reluctantly, but with all his usual arrogance, the blond sauntered to the kitchen where Angel was sitting, reading, or not.

“Angel, you wait up for us?  I'm touched.”  He was in the cabinet, pulling out a bag of popcorn for the microwave.

“Yes.  I worry.  It’s part of the soul package, I guess.”

“Bad deal that.”

“Not so bad.”

“Hmm.”  He pressed the buttons and turned around to face him and wait.

“How did the hunt go?”

“Fine.”

“And the good citizens of Los Angeles?  Are they all fine?”

“Course.  Why wouldn’t they be?”

“Will you lie to me, childe?  In me own house and to me face?”

<FUCK!>

“Well...Define fine.”

“Are they all still living?  Living as in not laying in some alley or park, dead.”

“Well, if you're gonna be a stickler for semantics, Sire…”

Angel raised an eyebrow, but waited.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Angel!   We fed… and it was bloody brilliant.   I finally get how you felt with me when I was a fledge.  Watching her, tasting her, fucking her.  It’s tits!”

Angel suppressed a smile at his boys expressive vocabulary.  “And it was 'tits' for me as well.  But I told you no killing.”

“No, Red promised not to kill.  Wasn’t an order from your highness…Which, by the way, you know I’m not going to obey.”  Spike grinned, amusement shining brightly in his blue eyes, and to his surprise Angel did too.

“Will, you were always a cheeky brat.  Has nothing in this world tamed you?”

“Nah…still waiting on you for that.”  The timer rang, reminding the blond to remove his snack.  One he wasn’t interested in eating, but was now stuck munching on them.

“Go…see to your childe.  But we have to come to an agreement on this.”

“How about you agree to stop being a nancy about this, and we’ll agree to Billy’s don’t ask-don’t tell policy?”

“I was thinking more, I chain you two up and let Angelus out to play if you don’t play better with the humans.”  He wouldn't mind a little payback for tham stupid gem either.

Spike blew him a kiss.  “Are you trying to get me to massacre  the city, then?”

~Part: 8~

Angel drifted off to sleep while the young ones were still in the bathroom.   He appreciated their considerable effort to keep the noise down, and had he been human, it would have worked.  As it was, he was privy to every grunt, moan and growl, but fell asleep nonetheless.

He managed to get in six hours before hearing the elevator start.  Cordelia.

“Wakey, wakey, sleep vamp,” came her cheerful greeting.

“What do you want?”  His voice was muffled by the pillow he was buried under.

She rolled her eyes and passed a mug of warmed blood close to where she assumed his head was.  Right on cue, he pulled the pillow away, his head drifting in the direction of the mug.

“Here,  breakfast.  Although it is afternoon.”  She shoved the mug at him.

“Vampire, Cordelia.”

“Business to run, Angel.”  She sat on the coffee table that was out of place in a corner, resting her chin in her hand, elbow on her knee.  “You did remember the appointment?”

“Huh?”  He sipped his breakfast, eyes still closed, trying to clear his head.

“You and Wesley are supposed to go see that dealer he was telling you about today. Today?”

“Wes can go.”  He got up, black silk boxers gripping his powerful thighs, and put on a robe.

“Uh…No, he can't.  The guy is a Thragmosh demon.  Won’t do any business with humans, so you have to go with him.”

“Why is this important again?”

“Geez, Angel.  The Maidos text was incomplete.  And Thraggy just happens to have the missing pieces to the pie.”

“Right.  Is Wes here yet?”  He padded to the bathroom, groaning at the mess.  Water from the tub cover the floor, and a sorry attempt at soaking up the flood left a few towels scattered around, mostly around the door.  At least they stopped the water from escaping the room.  A few candles still burned, leaving a wax flood in various spots as well.

“Duh…I know you don’t think I remember this dumb meeting or wrote it down.”

“It crossed my mind as suspicious.” He said, picking up towels and tossing them in the sink and on the counter.

“Well…good!  I’m no secretary.  So hurry up.  He was telling me this really boring story about the text and I’ll have to beat him with a shovel if you don’t come take him away soon.  ‘Kay?  Thanks.”  She turned and flounced away back into the elevator and up to, apparently, the stuffiest addition to Team Angel.

 ~~~*~~~

Cordelia was tapping away at the keyboard.  Angel and Wesley were gone to see the Tragmosh.   The quiet and absence of Doyle allowed her to get incredible amounts of work done.  She needed the work to keep her busy, keep her mind off of what could have been if she weren’t so uppity about whom she would date.  Doyle was a nice guy, a great guy in fact, but she was too pretentious to see it at the time.  She let him slip away and now he was gone, the mind splitting visions a constant reminder.

“Hi Cordy.”

“Ahhhh, God!”  The seer jumped, knocking her notes off her desk as she swung around to where the voice was coming from.  “Willow,  oh my God…you totally scared the crap out of  me!”

The young vampire smiled, lips curling as it reached her eyes.  “I know.”

“Well don’t, okay?  I’ll have a heart attack or something.”  She leaned over to pick up the papers while still talking.  “It was hard enough to break Angel of that lurking habit of his and you know how stealthy he is.”  She righted herself, slapping the papers on the desk and smiling at the girl she used to know.  “So, Angel did inform you that you can not eat, bite, lick or torture me in any way, shape or form, right?”

Willow laughed at this.  “Of course.  Grandsire is very protective of his pets.”

“Pets?  PETS?  I’m not a …I’m not his PET!"  She yelled.

“Hmmm…You sure?”  She asked, slipping her demon forward.  “I’d think about my answer.”  She was closer now, but the brunette did not remember her moving.

“I…Oh... now where did I put that collar?”  She grinned at Willow, not sure what to expect.

“I like you…I know we didn’t get along in high school, especially after the Xander incident, but now,”  she took a deep breath, inhaling Cordelia’s scent, committing it to memory.  “Now I like you a lot.  Smell good.”

“Uh Willow…”  Cordelia stood and backed away, her fear getting a grip on her, but not to the point of panicking.  She remembered what Angel said about stakes and such, and putting her trust in the souled demon, she did not go for any weapons of vampire destruction.

“Yeah, Cordy.”  Her eyes were closed as she weaved her way closer.

“Whatcha doing?”  She tried for nonchalant.

“Oh…” Her eyes popped open and she flashed a CD at the ex-cheerleader.  “Spike asked me to take a look at this disc.  Can I use your computer?  Angel doesn’t have one downstairs.”

Relief apparent, the seer sighed and sat back down.  Willow watched her, but not with the same intensity as a moment ago, and Cordelia felt that the danger was over.  She’d passed some test with the redhead, she knew that much, by not reaching for a weapon or protection, and now they both could start to trust each other.  Or least trust that Angel would control both sides.

She saved and closed the files she was working on in the demon database and then vacated her seat again, happy to have the girl doing something that was so much like the old Willow.

“So… what’s it like?”

The redhead began downloading a decryption program and faced her former classmate.  “Would you like me to show you?”

“No…Hello? Anne Rice much?”  She laughed and Willow joined in.

“Yeah, that lady has it twisted.  But really, not so easy to describe.  It’s much easier to feel it.  Be it, you know.”

“I suppose.  But I am so not a candidate, got it?”

“So Grandsire keeps telling me,” she retorted, sighing as her eyes fell back on the monitor.  Once the download was done and the program installed, she could go about hacking into the files on the CD that her sire stole while escaping that underground facility in Sunnydale.

“But do you like it?  Are you happy?  Can you be happy and evil or is sad happy for demons?”

“You remind me of me...”  She giggled at the seers wide eyes and then answered her.  “Yes, yes, yes, no, or at least I don’t think so.  But pain can be pleasure, so maybe sometimes sad is happy.”

“Wow.  Willow a vampire.  I like you better than that other one.  She was totally skanky.”  She glanced over the petite girl's form, taking in her clothes.  She was a mess.  Angel’s sweats and a 49er’s sweatshirt.

“Yes, but she had killer instincts and was running Sunnydale in a day.  I wanna be like her when I grow up, only not so bored all the time.  I don’t think she read a lot.”

“O-kay…You need some clothes?  Isn't it a crime somewhere to wear a 49er shirt? Raiders are okay, maybe...”  Even human Willow had better fashion sense.

She stopped, counted to ten before answering.  She had to get this done for Spike, and the girl’s constant questions were testing her resolve.  “Yes I do, size 4.  Size 6 shoes.  Just a pair of pants and a few shirts for now, some tennis. And Spike likes the Raiders. I like San Francisco.”

“I was thinking we could go together…when it gets dark. Angel's paying!”

“That’s not a good idea.”  The redheard frowned.

“Why?”

“Because, when I leave I need to hunt.  I’m starving now, but can’t eat you.  While you are talking to me, I also hear you heart beating away, pushing your delicious blood – and I know it’s yummy, because Sire told me – through your veins and the one right here…”

She was up and in front of Cordelia. Again the seer did not see her coming.  The vampire tapped a cool finger on her throat as the brunette suppressing a shiver.

“I can see it jumping as the blood passes, and if I were to slice into it, your essence would pass into me with that same force, and I would know you completely.”

Willow stepped back, her green eyes penetrating the girl.   “So... it is NOT a good idea.”

~Part: 9~

Willow smiled to herself.  The tingling along her spine penetrated her being until it reached her core.  HE was coming.  She pretended not to notice, but was giddy with anticipation, longing to look upon his face.

A cool hand snuck around her as her sire placed a kiss on her neck.   “Willow…”

“Hmmm…did you sleep well?”  There he was, just as beautiful as ever.

“Yeah, pet.  Thanks for doing this.”  He nodded toward the computer.  “Anything of interest?”

She frowned.  The information gleaned from the disk was disturbing.  For a while she wondered if it was just the demon in her the was appalled.  But remembering her old self, she knew human Willow would have been upset as well.

“It’s a project… Initiative.  They trap demons, cut them up to learn how to kill them, then kill them.   Luckily, you escaped during Phase I.”

“Huh,  the bag and tag,” he commented.  “What was Phase II?”

She looked up at him, studying his reaction.  “Well…they surgically implant a…behavior modifier.  Supposed to discharge electrical impulses in your brain when your more aggressive tendencies become active.  Lot's of pain for the subject.”

“Sooo…a leash for old Spike, then?  Glad I missed the big party.”  His face betrayed none of what he was thinking.  Silently he wondered what his fate would have been had they succeeded.  No childe, no hunt, no blood.

“Yep, no food or fighting.  Not sure about sex, yet.  They didn’t mention it so far.  They probably believe that Anne Rice crap about us not…you know...”

“I’d dust myself, believe me.  I don’t know how Peaches does it.”

Willow laughed, facing the computer again.

“Anything else on there?”

“Plenty, but it will take a while.  Do they know you have this?”

“Doubt it, but maybe.  Who cares?  Where’s the poof?”

“Not sure.  He was gone when I came up.  I sent Cordy to get some clothes.  Angel’s buying.”

“It’ll be dark soon and we can get out of here.”

“Can we go dancing?”

“Sure, luv.  Right after you eat.  You’re looking peckish.”

“I’m hungry, Spike.  Do you think we can talk Cordy into letting me snack on her during the day?”

He smirked, loving how her mind worked.  “No, she belongs to Angel.  He was a bit brassed off at me for taking a sip.”

“But she’s not claimed,” she pouted, fingering her own mark.

“Peaches’ soul won’t let him do something so demonic, but he’s claimed her, if only in his thick head.”

The front door opened to reveal Angel and Wesley, walking in with a small lock box.  Angel stiffened, the onslaught of vampiric power still taking him by surprise.  His brown eyes found blue.

“Spike.”  He nodded at Willow.

“Ang...Grandsire...come see what we’ve found.”  The vampire looked to his blonde childe questioningly as  Willow handed him the printout of her summary.  He took the paper and walked into his office.

“Wesley…uh, hi.”  Willow greeted, seeing the watcher for the first time since he left Sunnydale.  Her last contact with him was when they all visited him in the hospital after graduation.  He was pretty banged up and she planned to go back in a few days, but Buffy reported he’d left already.

She remembered that they fought...vampires.  All those children banded together like an angry mob, and had taken back their school and town.  Ironic that she was on the other side now.  <Does he know?>

“Er..um  Miss Rosenberg,” he stammered, inching closer to Angel’s office. “Uh...How have you been?”

Yes, he knew.

“Dead.”

“Well… yes… and that’s working out for you, then?” He wiped a bead of sweat away.

“Surprisingly, yes.  In fact I highly recommend it.” She grinned at him, inhaling his fear.

“So, watcher…When did you want to have that chat?”

“Oh…anytime.  Whenever you can spare the time.”

“I have eternity, but you are getting closer to dead everyday, so let’s make it soon then.”

“Now?”

“No, the childe need’s to eat. But later, meet us at Mynx.  It’s on Sunset.”

Wesley seemed to be thinking about it, weighing his options.

“It’s a night club.  I won’t let anything happen to you, ole boy.”

The taller man smiled a bit, knowing this would be the interview of his career, getting him back in the good graces of the council.  He had zero intentions of going back to them, even if they begged, but he would love to one up those righteous prigs who saw fit to judge him.

“What time?”  He asked softly.

The vampire suppressed a huge grin and replied offhandedly.  “We’ll be there around 10.  And don't tell Peaches.  He'll just try to ruin your fun.”  He took Willow’s hand, lifting her from her seat, and lead her back down to the apartment.  “Don’t be late, watcher.”  They disappeared into the elevator.

~~~*~~~

“Angeeeeel!”

The vampire and Wesley dropped the papers they had been studying and ran to from the office.  Angel was the first to get to her, skidding to a stop at the horrific sight.

“Geez, took you long enough!  Here.”  She shoved  several bags in his stunned arms and sauntered past him.  He looked around at the plethora of packages at his feet and then at Wesley.

“Grab some,”  he growled, the human complying instantly.

He stomped in carrying as much as he could as they were awkward, not heavy.

“What is all this?”  He pulled a pair of lime green panties from a bag, a scowl forming.

“Willow needed clothes.  I mean really… did you actually open you eyes and look at what she was wearing?  So I went shopping.  Don’t worry..You don’t owe me anything.  I used the card and picked up some things for me.  You know… my fee.”  She flashed the Visa at him and tossed it back in her desk drawer.

“Hey!...”

“Oh… and I thought Spike could use a few things as well.  I mean the jeans, they fit and it’s incredible, but I was thinking leather, since he is still an active bad boy…”

“This is revenge, isn’t it?”  He should have known she would hold a grudge about the other night.

“And there was a fab sale at Nordies.  So I saved you a lot of space on the card.”  She smiled at him, her big teeth gleaming.

Wesley set the bags down on the bench, stifling a smile of his own.  Seems the mighty Angelus is taken down by one mall-happy ex-cheerleader.  Then again, that already happened in Sunnydale.  History repeats itself yet again.

“This… is for…Willow?  And SPIKE?!”   He roared incredulously. < Spike was the one to bite her and he gets leather pants!  I try to warn her and I get the bill.>  He growled  deep in his chest, too low for her to hear.

“Uh huh.”  Unaffected, her attention was already divided as she gathered her own items into a separate bag, snatching the lime green underwear from the vampire.  “Do you mind?”  She growled.

He blinked, startled by her aggressiveness.  <That one should NEVER be a vampire.>

“Is she downstairs?”

He only nodded, still in shock, his demon rattling in its cage as it yelled at him to take the girl and turn her now.   He ignored Angelus’ ranting, but his eyes never left the brunette as she entered the elevator.

~~~*~~~

Willow modeled all the new items for Spike and Cordy.  They sat around drinking Pepsi while waiting for her to change from outfit to outfit.

“Aren’t you going to try them on.” She pointed to the folded stack, which included two pairs of leather pants, black and blue, and black jeans, a few Tees and two silk shirts.

“No.  Size is right.  How did you know what size, anyway?”  He found her interestingly annoying, but Willow seemed to actually like her, and she did shop for them.  It was almost like having a minion.

“It’s what I do.”

“I  thought you made with the mind shattering visions, so the Poof can play Captian Save ‘Em."

“That too.  I am multi-talented.”  She smiled.

“That so?  What other talents do you have, pet?”  He caressed her arm, giving her innocent puppy eyes.

“Eeew… so not going there again, Mr Keep your William the Bloody hands to yourself.  And not falling for the face.”  She slapped at his hands, but laughed at his pout despite herself.

He stood, and picked up some of the items she’d purchased.  “Taking a shower.  Willow and I are going out.  May as well get dressed for it, eh?”

“Yep, you should.  If I had a body like that…Well I do have a body like that, but not like THAT that, but of the female kind and just as drop dead sexy, so I’d dress for it.”

“You can have a body like this.”  His hand slid over his chest and into his pants, just a tad.  “You can have this one.”  He gave her a smirk before he turned and headed for the shower.

Suddenly hot, she swallowed gulps of soda and waited for Willow to come from the room.

~Part: 10~

The bass, thunderous and powerful, slammed through her tiny body, making the borrowed blood jump as if she had a pulse.  The crowd was thick, but not as heavy as it would be, the multitude of heartbeats in conflict with the music, vying for her interest. She stood at the bar, eyeing her sire as he stalked a young woman.  It was early and they already fed, so she figured he was lining up a late night snack.  Thinking it was a good idea, she also starting selecting potentials.  As she focused her attention to the crowd the young vampire noticed how most of the women and not a small amount of men were enthralled by Spike.  Not in the Dracula-Drusilla sense of the word, but just by his presence.  He had power over them all without trying.  Over her.

Turning to order a drink she decided to play a game.

“Hi…”  She stared until the bartender faced her, careful to stay lower than the mirrors behind him.  “A Cadillac, please.”

“Sure… Can I see some ID?”  He began processing her request, retrieving a chilled glass and filling it with ice.  He looked up expecting to see the small official card issued by the great state of California, advising all who cared that the owner is of legal drinking age.  He frowned and met her eyes.

“Sorry, my boyfriend has my wallet in his coat.”  She stepped back, turning around for his benefit.  “Not a lot of room for extras here uh…what’s your name?”

“Stan…”  He was distracted by her black leather boy shorts and halter.  Truthfully, there was no room for anything that was not Willow in the clothes, and again she praised Cordelia’s shopping expertise.  Spike was more than pleased with the purchases even though Angel nearly choked on his blood when he saw them before they left.

“Right…Stan.  He’s all the way over by the dance floor.  You’re not gonna make me go get him are you?”

“Well, I have to see some identification…You know…”

“But if he’s HERE, I can’t get to know you better…you know…”

“But I…oh…”  He smiled, his eyes darting around, for what she was not certain, as he finished making her margarita.  He leaned over close to her ear before releasing the drink to her and spoke.  “I have a break in about 45 minutes.  Can we talk then?”

Willow tilted her head close to his, letting her lips brush his ear.  The blood was rushing below the surface and she felt her demon trying to come forth and take what it wanted, but she held it in check.  “Please come find me…”

He pulled back, swallowed and nodded.  She grinned at him, her eyes flashing gold briefly.  Stan blinked, certain that the lighting was playing a trick and then she was gone.  He let his eyes roam the room until he found her approaching a blond guy in a long black coat.  She said something to him and laughed.  The blond kissed her deeply, causing a stirring in the bartender’s pants, but he looked away as soon as the blond trained stony eyes on him.  Whatever they were doing, whatever they were, he was sure he wanted no part.

~~~*~~~

Cordelia, Wesley and Angel trudged into the office.  Her vision led them to an alley, of course, and there was a nasty demon, of course, and the killing of that demon resulted in a massive amount of stinky, orange, demon blood and body parts to be flung in all directions, coving them all in the horrid death mixture, of course.  The unhappy crew also had to walked back because Angel refused to let them in his car.

“I’m sorry Cordy, but ...do you know how much it cost to get that car detailed?”

“Screw. You.”  She stomped to her desk and pulled out an extra set of clothes.

“Well, it’s not so awful.  Now you’re here and can wash…”  Wesley trailed off as the seer glared at him, her jaw firm.

“I didn’t sign up for this.  All I want to do is be an actress. But no, Doyle leaves me this great and wonderful parting gift.  Like, ‘Oh, so you want what’s behind door number three. What do we have for her, Bob?”  She continued in a fake game-show-enthusiastic voice, “Well Cordelia, you’ve just won mind shattering, ever-so-vague visions!”

“Cordy…”  The vampire reached for her and she pulled away quickly.

“I smell and I need to use the shower.  Then I am calling a cab, which YOU are paying for, and going home.  Excuse me.”  She pushed past him and opened the elevator door.

Angel was about to sink on a couch and leaped up quickly before making contact.  He sighed and looked to Wesley, who surprisingly, was eyeing him back with compassion.

“Ms. Chase was always a bit self-concerned. For a while I fancied myself attracted to her. I’m very surprised to find her here.  This is not her…style.”  He smiled at something private.

“She was having a rough time, got in some trouble.  We crossed paths and she decided that she was going to help me.”  Angel laughed, thinking of her brand of help.

“Trouble?”  He asked, eyebrows high.

“Yeah, a vampire.  Powerful.  Liked playing games and hurting young girls.”  The vampire looked down, suddenly interested in rearranging the items in the coffee station.

Wesley sensed that Angel was having a moment of broody guilt and interrupted.  “So what happened?  To the vampire?”

“I pushed him out an 18th floor window in front of his attorney and human minions.”

“And…”

“It was daytime.”

“Oh…”  He suddenly rememebered something he been wanting to ask.  “Angel, I was wondering…since you know that no real first hand information has ever been obtained on you or your childe…Perhaps you can also…I could…”

“Sure…I’ll tell you the story of my life, such that it is, and if you can stomach it.  But you must promise me something.”

“Anything, Angel.”

“Drop the pursuit of Spike.  It will only lead to trouble.”

Wesley planned on taking a quick shower, just to get the carnage off and heading home, getting cleaned up in time to meet the blond vampire at 10.

“Alright.  You give me this and I will stay clear of William the Bloody.”  It wasn’t exactly a lie.  He would stay clear of him, after Angel told him his story.  Until then it was open season on the other vampire.

~~~*~~~

“Look!”  She pointed.  “There he is.  I can’t believe he came.”  She bounced excitedly.

“Why?  My charms are not to be resisted.”  He smirked.

“I resisted,” she said, finishing her drink.

“Oh, Red, you wound me.”  He placed a hand over his dead heart.

“So…can we drain him?”

She was on edge, fangs itching to sink into someone familiar.  Spike sensed it and had to refrain from taking her out back and fucking her against a wall.

“No, luv, I have something much more interesting in mind for our watcher.  Go fetch him for me.”

She hopped up, crossed the club quickly, and snuck up behind the tall brunette.  “Wanna dance?”

He spun quickly, stammering at the sight of the young redheaded fledgling.  “Oh…Miss Rosenberg, I …hello...”

She took his hand and pulled him along to the dance floor. “Willow.  Call me Willow. Not like we don't know each other.”  His heart was hammering in his chest and there was no way she was letting him go yet.  His fear was too delightful.

The music was slow and sensual.  She used it as an excuse, pulling him close and pressing against him while he desperately scanned the room for her sire.  He was not unaware of the irony of relying on Spike, a soulless demon, to save him from Willow.

“He’s around, watching.  I can …feel him.”  She writhed against him subtly, enough to feel the slight bulge in his trousers.  He took half a step back, but she just pressed harder.  “Why did you come here, Wesley?”

A fine sheen of perspiration blanketed his forehead. He longed to wipe it away, but the redhead had a firm hold on one hand and growled when he tried to remove the other for her tiny waist.

“I…Spike invited me to…um give me some insight into his existence.”

“Hmmm.  He’s more of a doer, I think,” she replied, confusing him as to her meaning.

He let out a small yelp as he felt a cool body press against him from behind.

“Ello watcher.  I see you’ve acquainted yourself with my childe.”  The blond’s unimaginably strong hand covered the human’s where it touched what belonged to him and Wesley could not move.   “And Willow, luv.  I asked you to bring him to me.  You’re being naughty, again, and I shall be forced to punish you.”   Spike stroked Wesley’s other hand gently while speaking.

Wesley felt the girl’s shiver, identical to his own, and  watched the evil smile play across that once sweet face of a young hacker.

“Promise?”  She was panting, visions of what he would do later making her tummy flutter with desire.  The human watched all this with morbid fascination, even as he felt the erection behind him, daring to push against him.  He choose to ignore the fact that his own erection now violated the redhead before him.

The blond vampire let his nose fall close to the man’s neck, taking in his scent, freshly washed and shampooed with a hint of horniness thrown in.  The human jumped, but did not protest.  The smell of Wesley's arousal increased when Spike mouth touched the place where his shoulder and neck met and the blond grinned, pulling back a bit.

“Let’s go to the table, pet.”  His voice was deep and commanding, his lips barely grazing the man's ear.

Spike grabbed his childe’s hand and turned, leaving the rogue demon hunter on the dance floor not waiting to see if he followed, yet certain he would.

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