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Rating: As always, just to be safe R to NC-17...never can tell how I will get...
Classification: Willow/Angelus....Willow/Spike
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the men that I love in my life....damn it! But Spike visits me..whispering naughty things...and Angelus helps me ever so much....gotta love them Vampires..
Summary: Spurned by Spike Willow grows up....she has learned darkness...she has learned to hate...Angelus can give her exactly what she needs...torture...
Author’s Note: Willow’s thoughts *....* Spikes: <.....> Angelus: {......}
Dedication: To Mel...to Wic...To Charity....to everyone that presses the Re: button
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~Part: 1~
He was satisfied. So marvelously satisfied. Go home, knock a few minions around, think of a new way to torture the slayer, drain someone, take off his clothes and sleep. Angelus grinned. Such a marvelous evening. Buffy had a sharp contact with a stone monument, and had to be rushed to the hospital. It had been a wonderful point of the vampire‘s evening.
“Yeah, well fuck you too. Not like you were any fun.“ A familiar voice.
Angelus stopped, he was about to turn the corner of one of the apartment buildings near the Bronze. A young man brushed past him, and the demon considered getting an easy meal. But the voice spoke again.
“Godess, did you have to create men?”
Angelus grinned, he knew this voice,the redhaired witch. The innocence, the purity. Angelus leaned to the corner, getting a glimpse of her. {Leather...c’mon leather}
“Innocence?“ He mumbled.
Willow shook her head, regretting her atempt at dating tonight. So much had changed since a year ago. Spike had left, and that had been the last of what the Willow tree could bend to. She slammed her foot down into the Godess‘s earth with a firm protestation. She had changed. She lived near the Bronze now, still went to college, but her nights were her own. It had been so straining on all of her relationships with her friends. To get them to recongnize her emersion from her shell took a lot of pleadings.
Angelus let himself induldge in staring at the woman that was leaning on her front door. She had chopped her luxurious long tresses in a feathered cut, her neck so deliciously bare, except for a black vined choker. Simple black trousers encased her long legs, her torso with a mettallic green peasant top. {Thats a no on the leather...damn}
Willow ran her fingers through her hair, staring up at the sky, trying to ignore the ache in her being. She was a witch. She was a training slayer. Much to Giles chagrin and worry she had come into her own strengths. If she was ever called, Willow would fight with her very soul, striking at every demon as if he was a proxided vampire with a british accent.
*’Angel has lost his soul.’* Those were the last real words that Buffy had said to her. He had been in in LA for awhile, working for the powers that be, when a force, a power, something that recalled the spell that a wiccan had cast to restore a vampire’s soul. *’Forces are at work Willow, we will need your help.’ Right Giles, I know you do, you always need my help...* Willow would be at the Magic shop, like she always was when her unofficial Watcher called.
Willow sighed, and turned to unlock her apartment, she froze as she felt hands grip her waist.
“Willow.“ A voice murmured.
Willow‘s heart lurched into her throat, and she brought her booted heel up. She spun as her attacker jumped back, fists at ready. Lunging, she was met with a counter attack and was pinned against her door. The vampire gripped her wrists, smiling at her.
“Angelus.“ Willow hissed.
“You‘ve changed.“ He purred.
“Gee, I was about to say the same about you. Get fucked lately?“ Angelus‘s eyes widened the smallest bit.
“No, but from the dissapointed face of the boy that walked away, I could say the same for you.“ He returned.
Willow just glared at him.
“Nothing to say little sprite?“ He laughed.
“A request.” Willow whispered, edging closer to him.
Angelus stared at her bright red lips. “Oh?“ he breathed.
Willow nodded. “Yup.“
“What is it?“
“You hand me my purse.“ She whispered.
Angelus glanced at the tote that had fallen to the ground in the scuffle. “Why?“
“So I can take my stake and shove it up your fucking ass!“
Angelus chuckled. “Language Willow, language. What happened to the innocence, to the frightened crying, the pleading....’no angelus please...please spare me...’ C’mon my little morsel, make it worth my while to kill you.”
Willow just stared at him, refusing to answer his taunts.
{Time for a new tatic.} He tapped her chest. “I know you‘re frightened, I can hear your heartbeat. Yet you don‘t show it. Who broke you?“ Willow growled, looking away. Angelus smiled, eager to hear the feral sound again. He nuzzled her ungaurded neck, nipping, purring gently.
“Who broke you Willow, through pain? Through seduction?“ He placed his hands over her breasts and kneeded gently. “Through heart?“
Willow moaned softly. “Angelus...“
The vampire grinned. “So it was through love. Who...not the werewolfe...wait..ah..yes...I seem to remember an occurance. The soul was so worried about you, shacking up with Spike. My childe.”
Willow stared at him with pure hatred in her eyes. “Don‘t. Speak. That. Name.“ She snarled.
Angelus slid his hands around Willows waist, aroused. He liked the changes in the witch. She was no longer the fuzzy sweatered timid mouse she had been. “Such hatred. It makes you live.“ He purred.
Willow looked away. She did hate Spike. But she loved him with equal intensity.
“Do you want revenge upon him? Upon all that forced him to leave?“ Angelus whispered in her ear, nipping it.
Willow pulled slightly away from him. “How?“ She murmured. *Will it make him come back to me as well?*
“My childe has always despised my power over him. My power over the things he had,or desires. First Drusilla. You, my Mistress, are something he thinks he possesses. Even now, his mark is upon you.“ Angelus tapped the scar on Willow‘s neck.
“I come and be your claimed. Your lover.“ Willow breathed. *Angelus....in bed...*
“You let the hate and the fire burn, and My childe will see it and will be tortured.“ {And I’ll be getting some in the process...from the Slayers best friend...she’ll hate it.}
“And Drusilla?“ Willow urged, wrapping her arms around Angelus‘s neck, bringing her hips into tight contact with his groin. The vampiress was the one that took Spike away from Willow. *Insanity is too gentle a punishment.*
“She wants her daddy, her daddy, is claimed by another.“ Angelus whispered leaning close to Willow‘s lips.
Willow smiled. Nothing felt so exhilarating. Pain of the man that broke her. Pain of the lover that called him away from her. Pain brought exquisite pleasure. Willow had learned that much from Spike. She met Angelus‘s lips with a ferocious growl.
“Paybacks a bitch.“ She whispered.
~~~*~~~
Drusilla woke from her dream, purring. She rose up off the bed, nuzzling Spike’s neck as he sketched on a canvas.
“What is it Princess?“ He asked, distracted.
She smiled and ran her fingertips up and down his back.
“Daddy is entwined in nature Spikey...”
“Angel?“
Dru hissed and scratched his skin. “Daddy!“ She shrilled.
“Angelus?“ Spike re-iterated,using his finger to wipe away the mistake he had made.
“The red whore that stole Spikey...a tree that doesn’t weep... for she lays with him now.“
“WHAT?“ Spike turned sharply, throwing Drusilla to the other side of the room.
Drusilla rose to her knees glaring. “Spike thinks not of Princess...sweet oblivion...distraction...a mummer who pickpockets....mm mm.... Ms. Edith says that the red witch has hatred stirring...dancing in the darkness of her mind...dancing dancing dancing...“
“What else Dru?“ Spike asked, pacing.
“Shan‘t speak any more. Must be a good little girl for daddy, musn’t spoil the surprise!“ She rolled onto her stomach, cradling the dust bunnies in her hands, whispering to them.
<Red, what are you doing with Angelus....>Spike shook his head, terrible anger calling his demon to the fore. Images of his Sire entering his Willow, making her scream, making her beg...him grunting his realease over her...Spike cursed throwing his drawing tools to the floor.
~~~*~~~
She paced the room, angry. She didn‘t like ‘waiting’ as Angelus had put it, while he gathered the beasties he called minions.Besides that Angelus had promised attention and she wasn‘t gettting it. The hairs on the back of her neck rose, and suddenly she realized that she wasn’t quite alone. The Master vampire had entered through a silent passage, unseen to her until he had gotten closer.
Willow smiled. *Watching me, eh Angelus...wondering what your partner or prey is gonna do next?*
Stroking her fingers along the soft folds of her blouse, she contemplated stripping for the vampire, and then thought better of it. Last time she had stripped....Willow shrugged off the thoughts, and headed twords the couch on the left side of the room. She laid down, and relaxed. Angelus didn‘t want to be kind enough to her, she certainly wasn‘t going to return any favors. She layed on her back and stared at the ceiling. Her thoughts threatened to overwhelm her as she stopped thinking about the vampire in the room.
*This is gonna kill Buffy....* She mused. *So little time, and here I am...goddess I hope I’m not making a mistake...goddess forgive me...*
Angelus slid into the room, watching her breasts rise and fall. He smiled. {You shall learn, little Slayer, what a Master Vampire is capable of.}
“You promised attention Angelus.” Her voice, cool, slid over him like a sensual hand.
“And I plan on giving it.” His hands caressed her bare feet.
“Something occured to me little one.” He mentioned softly, kneading her foot in his palm.
“Mmm?” Willow‘s feet were often her undoing.
“Is this just a plan to get close?To place a stake, where it can‘t fail? To re-ensoul me?”
Willow opened her green eyes, leaning twords the demon with her friends face. But Angelus wasn‘t Angel. Willow suddenly realized that she didn‘t want Angel, she wanted Angelus. *After all, I have enough angst in my world dealing with Sp- enough Willow.*
Her hands slid up his chest cupping his face in her palm as she softly kissed his lips.
“You‘ve protected yourself my Master. You haven‘t survived so long as to not. Even the Romny curse will not work on you. I can feel the magic surrounding you, even the lives that you sacrificed to get the protection of a very old god...no Angelus, no simple curse can re-ensoul you.” She whispered.
Angelus let a cocky grin spread across his face. She was always the bright one. He returned her kiss, and stepped away from her. “You have been betrayed by the one who should have stood by you...who reeked of kindness and love...and now, you seek refuge with me.“ He chuckled softly. Kissing her palm, he gestured to a bag beneath the cot.
“Change your clothes Mistress. You meet your household tonight.“ He saw a brief flash of the old Willow’s fear in her eyes.
“What have you told them?“she asked, picking up the sack.
“Only what they needed to know, that I have taken a mortal lover. A witch with a temper and a thirst for vengence. Her word is equal to my own....touch her and face me....blah blah...guts...gore..etc.” Angelus commented nonchalantly.
Willow let the sensual grin snake across her face. “Not interested in sharing, Angelus?“
“No Master shares.” He snarled, appearing by her side, his hands tangled in her hair, forcing her neck open to him. Yet, her breathing was normal, and she bent to his will. He nipped her skin delicately, refraining from indulging himself. To his suprise he felt her hand snake up and press his head firmly to her neck.
“Drink.“ She ordered.
He let his fangs delve into her soft flesh, the warm, heady blood course down his throat. Her life force thrummed with magic and latent slayer power. He moaned, and restrained himself, withdrawing, he kissed her skin and licked his lips.
Willow smiled, stroking her neck. “I‘ve forgotten the power of the bite.“ She mused softly.
Angelus captured her lips, drawing her flush against his body, grinding into her. “I shall see you don‘t forget it, again.“ Tilting his head, he turned twords the door. “Dress. Walk out this door, and join me. Don‘t forget, you are mistress here.“ He said, exiting from the same secret passage he had entered from.
Willow chuckled softly as she slid the leather pants on. *What was it with vampires and leather?*
She had to admit that they flattered every curve. She absently wondered how Angelus knew her size. The corset top was interesting, lacing up her front, the cut of the neck dipped low into the laces. It was of a dark blue, almost a angry sky color. At the bottom of the bag was a dagger looking thing that attached around her waist. Willow pulled the blade from the sheath, only to discover that it was polished wood. A stake dagger. Just the fact that Angelus had given it to Willow showed how much of a threat he really suspected her to be. It had ornate carvings, very old. Willow tied the dagger around her waist, and straightened her hair.
*I am Mistress here.* She began repeating, opening the door.
~~~*~~~
The minions looked up fearfully from their kneeled positions. Angelus turned, the sight of Willow delighting each of his senses. She looked like a Mistress of a manor, or even of a country. But gentility replaced with a danger element sparking in her very step. She examined the minions gathered, glaring, as some dared to meet her gaze. Angelus held out his palm, and she slid hers into his, granting him a soft smile.
“Look upon your Mistress children. Her command is to be obeyed, her whim to be given, her desires to be attended to. Disobey her, and you disobey me. Touch her, and you shall spend eternity in hell.“
Willow grinned. “And getting there, will just be a pleasure to induldge in.“ She growled. *Ohh..evil sounding Willow...*
Angelus smirked. Oh the games they would play. He kissed her palm.
~Part: 2~
Giles barely reacted as his mug shattered on the floor of his home.
“Say again?“ He murmured.
Buffy stepped back, wary of the reaction of her not-watcher, watcher.
“Willow has entered into a ‘business deal’ with Angelus. She...she..she..uh...screws him...and he and her torture Spike and Drusilla.“ The Slayer breathed, holding back tears.
“What the fuck?“ Xander was a little more forthcoming with his feelings.
“She says shes not being turned, that its just business.“ Buffy sank into a chair, curling her legs around her.
“I always knew she had it in her.“ Anya stated, shrugging.
The remaining Scooby gang glared at her.
“Oh god, c‘mon, you haven‘t noticed, she‘s a dark godess now, all she needs is to be demon-fied to be a real bad ass, and she‘s still mortal.“ Anya rolled her eyes.
“What the hell is it with HIM? You can‘t stay away from him when he has a soul, and apparently Willow can‘t when he doesn‘t!!! He‘s just getting fucked from both sides.“ Xander yelled, then winced at the mental picture.
“LOOK! Backdown Xander. Willow isn‘t evil. I‘m meeting her tommorrow night. I‘ll sort this out.” Buffy protested, finally letting the tears slid down her face.
Xander looked at the approaching dawn. “You better Buffy, because if I have to stake my best friend, I....“ He choked up and left Gile‘s apartment.
“I think its a good career move for Willow.“ Anya mumbled, following her boyfriend
“Giles?“ Buffy asked flabbergasted. She took the tissues he offered.
“We..need to wait Buffy..even with Willow‘s changes, she‘s never gone this far.“ The watcher looked into his Slayers eyes. “Maybe her pain runs a lot deeper than anyone of us could ever know.“ He whispered.
~~~*~~~
Angelus traced the soft curve of Willow‘s back. So delicious. So alive.{ Why had soulboy turned to the Slayer? Why, when such fire lurked beneath the fuzzy sweaters and quirky smiles? She may have much of her old persona inside her....yet, her hatred had brought out so much darkness that had been held latent. /...but for my childe to have accomplished this, wouldn’t he have stucka round to enjoy it?} The vampire shrugged. {His loss.}
Willow sighed softly in her sleep, whimpering. “Coward.“ she breathed.
Angelus snuggled closer to her, interested in her dream.
“Face me...face the darkness...naught will end...till all is complete...balance.....Spike! Coward!” She whimpered again.
Angelus gathered her into his arms, soothing her with his touch.
“Spike?“ Willow murmured softly.
“No Willow, its me. You were having a nightmare.“
“You...Angelus...Spike is gone...thank you...for being so close.“
“Why is that?“ he asked.
Willow yawned, and laid her head on his broad shoulder. “Feel like Spike.“ She whispered, falling asleep.
Angelus snarled. {I will not be compared to him...I will show her who and what a vampire is...and I will drive him from her mind!} He thought before dropping off to sleep, gripping the human in his arms possesively.
~~~*~~~
Willow tilted her head to the moonlight, letting it bathe her naked features. She smiled softly, hearing a gentle purr.
“Do you watch your prey often?“ Willow asked.
“Only when they are as delicious as you.“Angelus replied. He joined her on the balcony, staring at the stars.
“Its early.“He murmured, tracing her shoulders.
“Yet, we‘ve been in bed for hours. You still want to go play, don‘t you?“ The vampire nodded,distracted.
“She‘s out there.“ He growled.
Willow turned to her lover, stroking his face. “I know you hate her, but...do not fight her. Don‘t bear her blood on your hands, and expect me to lick your palms.“ She whispered.
“You would feel different if you were turned.“
“Turn me, and you‘ll get the madness you bestowed to that bitch Druislla.“ She threatened.
Angelus grasped her chin in his hand. “You linked your life to a spell?“
Willow smirked. “I‘m not a minion Angelus, and I‘m not naive. I am a intelligent, dangerous witch.“ She growled,taking possession ofhis lips.
Angelus responded stroking her skin, feeling her scratch his back with her nails. “Cunning.“ He growled.
{I’m going to have to watch her...}
“Buffy asked me to meet her in the graveyard. I figured you‘d have to feed.” Angelus nodded, shaking off his thoughts.
“I‘ll meet you in the hall.“ He murmured, stalking off.
~~~*~~~
Willow sighed, leaning against a gravestone.
“I can hear a heartbeat. So you‘re still alive.”A sarcastic voice sounded.
Willow smiled ruefully. “Hi to you too Buff.“
“No apparent bruises.“ Buffy stated, standing in front of her best friend, tapping a stake against her thigh.
“Nope.“
“Sex that good?“she ground out.
Willow patiently tugged at her hair. “No ones business.“ She replied.
Buffy nodded. “Everyone‘s pretty upset by this.“
Willow flinched slightly. “I know.“
“Xander doesn‘t know what to think, wether you‘re good or evil, Giles is in denial, and...well Anya doesn‘t really care...me...“ Buffy scuffed her heel into the dirt.
“Well. Tell Xander that I‘m not evil, and as for Giles, tell him if he needs me to call me. If anyone of you need me, call me.“ She handed Buffy a slip of paper.
“Its my private line at the mansion.“ She finished.
Buffy nodded. “Willow, you and Angelus..“
“Isn‘t anything permanent. I‘m amusement to him, and he‘s just a means of a end to me.“
The Slayer looked into the eyes of her best friend. “What end?“She asked softly.
Willow looked up. “Spikes.“ She growled.
Buffy shook her head, pacing. “Oh Willow.“ Willow rolled her eyes.
“Don‘t give me the conscience shit. I‘ve had enough hurting, enough pain, I‘ve endured things that I didn‘t have to because of my caring soul. I‘ve had enough!“
“Willow, don‘t you see? You‘re after revenge! This isn‘t you! Angelus is evil, and you‘re joining him?! What happened to you?“ Buffy shook her best friends shoulders.
Willow rolled her eyes, removing Buffy‘s hands. “Revenge? Yes, Buffy, I am after revenge. Spike broke my heart. He made me....feel..feel...he made me feel alive, he awakened things within me that I didn‘t even know about, and for the shortest time in my life I was complete!!!! And then, I died. I died and my own mortality scared him! He took everything I wanted to give him, and gave him, and threw it over his shoulder as he walked away! Back to HER!!! And I‘m supposed to shrug my fuzzy little shoulders and say ‘ok‘? Fuck no!! That person went away a LONG time ago.“
“It‘s still revenge. You don‘t do that to someone you LOVE!“ Buffy argued.
“Don‘t exactly remember that everytime you see Angelus, do you?“ Willow dealt a low blow.
Tears started to roll down Buffy‘s face. “Willow.“ She mumbled.
Willow turned around and punched the monument. “I‘m sorry.“ She whispered. “I‘m not being turned Buffy. I‘m not killing, or torturing, or taking part in sadistic plans to open hell or welcome demons. I‘m doing this for the express purpose of making him see my pain, seeing my soul being torn in his own eyes.“ She growled.
“Things have really changed.“ Buffy whispered, leaning back onto the stone monument, she paused for a moment before continuing.
“Xander‘s engagement, Riley‘s death.... and you...Mistress of Darkness,Wiccan Queen, and Lady of the Vampires. You‘ve changed the most Will. You‘ve found your strengths, your confidence, and you like what you are. Person of both light and darkness. For what its worth, I‘ve seen what Spike has done to you. Forced you to face things that shouldn‘t have been shoved down your throat yet. He‘s made you hard, almost like you‘re afraid to open up for fear of being betrayed.“ Buffy stared at her friend.
“But, no matter what, don‘t ever forget that you are not alone, that I‘m always here, and I always will be.“ She finished.
Willow smiled haf-heartedly. *Till I’m betrayed again.* “Thanks.“
“How nice.“ A patronizing voice snickered.
Buffy jumped up, fists at ready. “Angelus.“ She hissed.
“I‘m glad you and my Mistress have come to terms.“ The vampire rounded the monument, smirking.
“Angelus, not tonight.“ Willow sighed, getting in between the vampire and the slayer.
“Why is that lover?“ Angelus purred, wrapping his arm around her waist, holding her to him.
“Because I refuse to watch you bait her, and then her kick your ass.“ Willow said sweetly.
“Speaking of ass.“The vampire grabbed hers. “Lets go home.“
Willow just nodded, avoiding Buffy‘s hurt look. “Buff...you going to be okay?“
“Yeah, call me?“
“Yeah.“ *I won’t.*
Angelus pulled Willow along, grinning.
“Later Slayer.“ He called over his shoulder.
~~~*~~~
“Please Princess?“ Spike asked Drusilla again.
“No, Spikey just wants to know what the tree is going to do....hehe...children sing songs about trees...tree in the hole in the ground...Princess is going to put the tree in the hole...no no Spikey...Ms. Edith doesn‘t want to see into her. She is nothing. Mortal blood. Weak. Daddy plays with Red now. Spikey has his Dark Princess. Shhh now. Daddy will tell all.“
Spike growled and gritted his teeth. “Dru...“
“No.“ She stubbornly hissed, moving out of the room.
Spike didn‘t want to wait for Angelus to get off his soddy ass to tell him what to expect from Willow. What could she do anyways? He called a minion.
“Pack bags for Dru and I. We‘re leaving here.“ He growled tersely.
~Part: 3~
Willow stroked Angelus‘s back as they lay in their bed. “Coming this way?“ She asked softly.
The vampire rose up, looking into his lover‘s eyes. “Yes. I recieved word this morning.“
Willow nodded absently, her thoughts confused. Angelus fought the urge to growl. He hated when she concentrated on thoughts of his childe. He was her lover, she should think of no other. He was rapidly forgetting that this was just a vengence gig. He concentrated his attentions on her neck, kissing softly.
“When are they going to be here?“ Willow asked, patiently.
Angelus growled again. “Tommorrow.“ He said, nibbling on her pulse point.
“Tommorrow?“ She said, sitting up.
Angelus snarled and rolled over. “Yes.“
Willow paused and thought. Spike would be in their home tommorrow. With HER. She hissed slightly, biting her lip. She felt Angelus‘s eyes watching her. She rolled over, pinning him beneath her.
“I want him to suffer Angelus. I want to see whatever remnants of feeling torn to shreds in his eyes. I want him to feel the anxiety that I am your lover, I want him to shed blood upon my feet and then feel the coldness envelope his heart as I walk away to the warmth I join with you. I want her to scream as Spike desires me more and more. I want her anger to burn a distasteful hole in her lovers heart. I want revenge.“ Willow growled, her nails digging into Angelus‘s skin, drawing his blood. He smiled in his cocky way and pulled her to meet his demanding touch.
“You shall have all that you wish my Mistress.“ He growled before taking possession of her mind and body.
~~~*~~~
Spike paced in the hall of the mansion. He didn‘t like having to wait.
“Where the fuck are they?“ He growled at a minion.
The minion crossed his arms. “Master and Mistress do not clear their schedules with anyone Master Spike. They give their attention when they so desire,not before.“
Spike rolled his eyes. Drusilla had gone to lay down from the ‘yucky trip in sunlight, sticky icky car made Ms.Edith ill‘ she had mumbled before seeking her bedroom. Only to find out that her and Spike had been delegated to guests quarters. Her bedroom was now Willow‘s. Another possiblity for Drusilla‘s sudden nausea. He growled again. It was past noon, the lovers couldn‘t still be in bed. Though he knew Willow‘s libidio quite well, he also knew Angelus‘s strict schedule. He should be in his study planning some down fall of the mortal world. Laughter reached Spike‘s acute ears. <Willow.>He resisted turning around, mindful of the watchful eyes of Angelus’s servants.
A flurry of black and green cloth flitted from one area of the upstairs landing to the other.
“Where are you little one?“ Came a growl.
<Angelus.> Spike rolled his eyes. More laughter.
“No...no..that wouldn‘t be fair.“ A breathless voice choked out.
Willow darted to the top of the landing, leaning against the wall. Spike took a moment to examine his former lover. She was encased in a gown, long, and green with black gauze over it, the neck of the dress left her shoulders bare, her chest heaving from her running. Her bare feet peeked out from beneath. Her beautiful hair cut off, but spunky in its shortness. Her neck, burned with a bright bite mark, that was bruised slightly, a testament to its usage. Her head turned, her bright eyes met Spike‘s, her mouth opened in a silent ‘O‘. She was twisted into the air as Angelus grabbed her from behind.
“Caught you.“ He growled triumphantly.
Willow giggled again, and gasped as Angelus bit into her neck, sipping her blood. Spike growled, causing Angelus to look up.
“Spike“ he grinned.
Willow met Angelus‘s eyes,and smiled, stroking his face. Spike growled again.
“Now now Spikey boy, calm yourself.“ Angelus grinned, licking his lips.
“We should talk.“ Willow commented softly, not taking her eyes off of Angelus.
“Agreed. First, though, I need to make an arrangement. You‘ll conduct our guest, to the lounge,Mistress?“ Willow nodded, heading down the steps.
“This way, please.“ She murmured, not meeting Spike‘s enraged eyes.
~~~*~~~
Drusilla played with her doll on the floor while Spike kept his glare trained on his witch.
“You better calm yourself Spike. Angelus will not like you wanting me.“ Willow commented watching the vampra play on the floor.
He just grinned at her. “Exactly what do you think I can‘t have you again?“ He asked
Willow smirked. “You‘re getting senile Spike, has your eyes failed you, or even your scent? Whom do I smell like?“
Spike stared at her. “Smells like...“
“Me.“ Angelus walked through the library door, encircling his arm around Willow‘s waist.
“Daddy!“ Drusilla dropped her doll, flying twords her sire, when she froze, in mid-step. She whimpered. “Hurts...goddess powers...“ She moaned.
Willow stepped forward, her hand straight before her palm out. “Thats right. The _goddess_ has powers Drusilla. Remember that. Angelus is MINE! NOt YOURS!“ She flicked her wrist, sending the vampra to the floor.
Spike stared at his Willow, in between thoughts of ravishing her, or letting her torture Dru. Both would end up with him fucking her senseless. He stepped forward, reaching for her cheek. “Willow...Red..“ He murmured.
Angelus growled a warning, pulling Willow tighter into his embrace. “Watch yourself childe, she is my mate.“
“Wanker! You know whose marks were first upon her!”
Angelus smiled, pulled Willow’s neck open to him, she complied, nipping his wrist at the pulse point. He grazed her neck lightly.
“More...” Willow whimpered.
“Later Mistress, I promise.” Angelus murmured, keeping his dark eyes trained on Spike’s infuriated blues.
Spike was raging. A low growl was resonating from his throat.
Angelus smirked. “You left her childe, alone. Her heart hardened, her spirit cold. She is warm to my responses, my touch, rough or gentle only serves to make her want me more.”
Willow stared up at Angelus, a low moan escaped her lips. “And believe me childe, she is just as addictive.”
Drusilla whimpered, eyes glaring at Willow. “My Spike’s blood sings for you, my Angelus craves you , red witch with hurt in her heart.” She snarled. “Blackness rises, past the heart, into soul, grows cold like beating blood till death, glaze over, kisses good-bye, so silent in earth.” The vampra whispered, squeezing her doll.
“Shh Princess.” Spike pulled Drusilla back, noting Willow’s glare at their contact. <Still care don’t you Red?> He asked silently.
Willow looked up into his eyes as if she had heard him. Spike saw his own pain and betrayl echoed in the once-warm emerald of her eyes. Drusilla’s whimper forced him to look away.
“Why are we here Angelus?” Spike asked, holding his Princess to him.
“I have a slight bash planned for the slayer, besides, I thought it would be nice to have a little family again.” Angelus chuckled.
Spike nodded, rolling his eyes.
Willow followed his every mannerism, from the way he was clenching his jaw, to the way he kept pulling at his duster.
Angelus interupted Willow’s examination by pulling her down unto a chaise. He nuzzled her neck.
“What exactly are we doing here, what EXACTLY are we going to do to the Slayer Angelus?”
Angelus growled a warning. “Your tone child.”
Spike released Drusilla, pacing. <My tone fucking wanker? My tone?>
Willow stretched like a cat, stroking Angelus’ face, thoroughly enjoying the scene before her.
“What are we doing here peaches?” Spike said, biting his tongue to keep from shouting.
Angelus lazily got up, patting Drusilla’s head. “Buffy is most disconcerted now that her best friend has other priorities. She has been slipping up, making mistakes. The rest of the scoobies are well...”
Willow cleared her throat.
“Uncomfortable mistress?” He asked.
“You know my feelings Angelus.” Willow stated smoothly.
The vampire smiled. “We’ll continue this conversation later Spike.”
Drusilla growled, slamming her dolls head on the floor.
“How did you gain the acquisition of the Slayer’s best friend?” Spike let his eyes travel over the red head. Such feigned innoncence was so alluring. She was so non-virginal, so changable. Almost like the vampire she could be. <And she still has her soul.> Which brought another disturbing question to his mind. < Was Willow the one who made Angel loose his soul?>
Drusilla giggled at him from the floor. “Silly anger Spikey.” She drolled.
“Willow and my union was of our decision.” Angelus reached over and turned Willow’s face upward.
“I think it is more than that Angelus.” Spike replied.
Angelus growled. “What does it matter childe?”
“It matters if the family is in jeopardy over one human whore.”
Willow was on her feet, Angelus had his childe by the throat. “Understand this William, Drusilla. Willow is Mistress here. She is my mate, my lover. All that she wishes is done as if commanded by me.”
Angelus’s face changed to the demons. He squeezed Spike’s throat harder. “Insult her again...childe...and you will be dust.” He threw the younger vampire across the room.
Willow smiled smugly. She leaned back on the chaise, while Spike choked, on the floor at her feet.
*And so he belongs* She thought.
Willow smirked as she watched Spike, again, forcibly look away from her. She took another deep drink of her wine, ignoring the general conversation of Angelus’s normal bragging spiels. She enjoyed being silent at times, leaving her free to observe her vampire. Oh, Angelus was useful, damn sexy, great in bed, smelling like leather and danger, but he never reached her like the blonde vampire had.
Spike had depth, and even his killing had fundamental reason. He was not the bold and sensless killer like Angelus was. Willow absently recalled something that Buffy had repeated to her.
*‘I like this bloody world, people walking around, like little happy meals on legs.’*
Buffy had been mortified by the allusion, Willow found it amusing. In a way she could see every human that way. She was virtually Angelus’s walking snack. She didn’t mind that too much. It was strange, the severe turn of event in her own life. She had been the height of good, of purity. She had let hatred, and hurt seep into her. All these emotions had caused her to act out. Yet still, uncomfortably, she wished to ultimately do what was right. She shifted restlessly.
The vampires around her seemed to lock eyes on her moving form. Angelus raised his eyes, taking a breath from adressing his minions. It suprised him that she was fidgeting. He couldn’t help but notice his attention being stolen by the vampires focusing on the red head.
Willow shuddered, her soul becoming burdened by her own thoughts of guilt. *Have I truly made the wrong decision? Is this allright, or shall I be damned forever for my hate?*
The tension in the room was growing as each vampires natural skill was being triggered by the vulnerable prey in the room. Angelus’s own predator instincts were coming to the fore. The human’s heart was throbbing, her breath short, her blood racing,her fear a tangible scent.
Willow’s eyes darted around, suddenly aware of the vampires’s in the room intent observation of her. Spike cursed to himself. His redhead had singlehandedly riled a room full of demons. From Angelus’s deep resonating growl, the master vampire wasn’t too happy about it.
“Angelus.” A minion whispered.
“What?” he snarled. {How dare she do this?}
Willow nervously touched her neck, wincing at the pain inflicted by the bruised flesh.
{She must realize what she is doing, what pain, weakness does to vampires...bitch!}
Willow shivered again. *A vampires whore? Is that what I am? A cold hearted bitch of hatred?*
The redheads jaw clenched, and tears flooded her eyes.
Spike grinned at the emotions that were affecting the vampires around the room. Pain, passion, anger, she was playing the taut bow of minion’s reactions, and her Master would not linger for it more.
Willow slammed her fist upon the table, gathered her skirts around her, and ran from the room. Vampires were on their feet instantaneously, Spike leading, a urge to protect the woman he loved, foremost in his mind.
“STOP!” Angelus’s voice thundered in the room. Immedietly all action halted.
“Do I have to remind you of my warning? Willow is mine. Her pain, pleasure, all come from ME! LEAVE NOW....hunt elsewhere..or regret it.” The words were spoken with harsh intent.
Spike leaned against the door frame as the room quickly cleared. “She doesn’t belong here Angelus.”
The Master vampire snarled. “Where does she belong? With you? So you can play with both Mistresses, and drive Willow’s sanity back as I did Drusillas?”
Spike crossed to his Sire. “Do not dare to tell me how to treat any woman. Especially Willow.”
Angelus laughed, heading for the doorway. “Still in love with her, huh Spike?Must be difficult for you to realize that you’re the one who turned her to me.” The vampire left the room, laughing.
Spike clenched and unclenched his fists. If he had been human, he would’ve been red. If he had been human, he would’ve been breathing hard. If he had been human, he still would’ve been with Willow.
“She dances in your mind Spikey, Daddy bathes in your hatred. Ms. Edith says that you love Red Mistress, and no longer desire your princess.” Drusilla draped her arms around Spike’s back, leaned her head against his shoulders.
“Not now Dru.”
“Still never...thats the hellmouth style... Spikey...turn away from darkness....Princess was once loved, now cold when she lays down.” Drusilla nibbled on Spike’s neck.
He growled, pulling her over his shoulder to the cold hard floor.
“Punish Princess Spike.” She begged reveling in the pain he had created.
“Leave me be Drusilla.” Spike growled, leaving her on the floor.
“Red Witch.” Drusilla growled, ripping Ms. Edith’s dress.
~~~*~~~
Willow’s head was slammed against the wall again. Tears continued to cascade down her face. “Angelus.” She whimpered.
“Pleade Mistress? Now you pleade?” The vampire snarled, ripping away his lover’s clothes.
“I didn’t..”
Angelus slammed her head back again. He roughly massaged her breast, biting into it, sucking her blood savagely.
“Didn’t mean to rile my minions? To endanger yourself? Didn’t mean to let your soul show its purity?”
Angelus threw her onto their bed, chaining her hands, discarding his own clothes.
“I...I...” Willow choked on a sob. He entered her roughly, slamming into her dry channel, causing her to scream in protest.
“Yes Willow, scream for me. Because you are mine! I will no longer tolerate seeing him in your mind...seeing you long for him to be touching you. He is a demon Mistress...and SO AM I!”
*Oh goddess...* Willow’s survival instinct took over, and she moaned, moving quickly to wrap her legs around his waist. He stopped moving, his demon staring into her wide eyes. She thrust against him, offering her neck. *If I submit...he will stop...he won’t hurt me...* She forced her body to forget his intrusion, forget his words. She warmed beneath his touch, totally acquiescing herself to the vampire that raped her.
“I know who I belong to Angelus." She murmured.
A chill stole up Angelus’s naked spine. Her purity frightened him. He felt her growing wet around, her muscles internally urging him to continue.
Willow stared at the vampire, her eyes drinking him in, he sighed deeply, buring his face in her neck, drinking her lifeforce. The redhead grew numb as Angelus continued to thrust deeper into her, finally finding his release in her clenching muscles.
Angelus removed his fangs from Willow’s neck, making sure that his lover was still breathing. She blinked, and took a deep breath. He reached up and released her hands. Pulling out from her absused, eghausted body, he cradled her in his arms. She slumped against him as he carried her into the shower.
“I forgive you Angelus.” Willow breathed, finally letting tears steal silently down her cheeks.
The vampire froze, and then turned her to the warm water. “I know.” He whispered, as she fell asleep against him.
He washed her body, her hair, dried her lovingly, and slipped her into one of his silk shirts. Stoking her hair he reflected upon the moment that had passed. From simple revenge, his caring over the red haired woman had grown. She intrigued him, aroused him, and encouraged him. He traced his bite marks. When he had driven Spike from her mind, he would turn her. She would be his fantastic Red Mistress.
~~~*~~~
Willow awoke alone in bed, Angelus gone with the setting sun. The activities of the day had been intense, a shock even. She had quickly allowed herself to soften her thoughts just because her first demon lover had been different. Spike was not Angelus, that was clear. The game was almost all over, and soon, there would be no winners.Willow ran for the bathroom emptying her stomach....her nausea mixing with her tears.
~Part: 4~
Spike drained the girl and dropped her body unto the pavement. He stood, smoking, watching the stars.
“Slayer, what do you want to know?”
Buffy stepped from the darkness. “I want her out of there Spike.”
He took a long deep drag. “Yeah?”
“She doesn’t need to be there, not with Angelus.” Spike turned, smirking.
“Jealous that Willow’s buggering your man?” he asked.
“Angelus is not my man, and Angel hasn’t been for awhile. This is about my best friend being in danger.”
Spike flicked the smoke away. “Afraid she can’t handle herself?”
“I’m afraid she’ll deystroy herself.” Buffy murmured.
Spike nodded. “I’ll let you know.” He turned and walked away.
Buffy raised her eyes to the night sky. “Willow’s goddess, please protect her.”
~~~*~~~
Willow walked softly in the garden, staring up at the moon, reveling in the quiet moment of her mind.
“The clarity shows you transparent, slow veins only show glimmers of warmth.” Drusilla chimed, stepping out the shadows.
“I am cold just as your heart is silent.” Willow returned.
Dru snarled, her game face emerging. “Spike only things of flames, hair and passion. Curses her, put feels her, lost in his heart. He craves no more his Dark Princess!” She hissed.
Willow laughed harshly. “Oh, so you haven’t gotten laid in awhile. I haven’t had that problem lately.”
Drusilla screetched, moving to tackle her.
Willow spun in a side step, letting the vampra’s momentum carry her to the ground.
“I am not a scared little witch anymore Drusilla. You have angered me for the last time!”
Dru reached up and raked her nails across Willow’s face with a grin.
~~~*~~~
Angelus and Spike halted their shouting as Willow’s agonized screech tore through the mansion. Their argument forgotten, they uttered the same name.
“Dru.”
Demon faces coming to light, they darted for the orgin of the yell.
~Part: 5~
Willow touched her face and hissed. “You fucking bitch!”
“She bleeds.” Drusilla chortled.
Willow raised her arms. “ Sorcerer Menw, wizard of protected witches, chalice called...to this dark soul...”
Drusilla whimpered, turning away from Willow’s voice.
“Quiet the voice, hush the disturbance in the darkn...” Cold hands closed over Willow’s mouth.
Spike held the furious witch against him as she tried to scream and fight. Angelus caught Dru as she fell, unconcious. The female vampire’s skin had begun to turn an ashy shade of gray, her veins, black.
“What the bloody hell was that?” Spike asked.
Angelus looked up from the vampire to his childe, a wolf-like grin on his face. “From the incantation, it was a invokation of a protection circle. From a very old wizard.”
“That means?” Spike winced, as Willow’s heels almost hit home.
“Dru could’ve been dust if Willow had been allowed to finish the circle.”
Spike glanced over at his companion of over a century. “She okay?”
“She will be. Needs some blood. If you will handle that minx, I’ll catch her something sweet.”
Spike nodded, thinking of sometime alone with his Willow.
Angelus picked up Drusilla and darted off. Spike released Willow’s mouth, turning her around.
“How dare you! I would figure that you would stop me from deystorying her! You fucking prick!” She raised her hand to slap him, Spike caught her wrist easily.
“Shhhh Red. I’m sorry.”
Willow glared at him. “Take your hands off me before I call Angelus.”She hissed.
Spike chuckled at her blind rage. She was his flame, his brightness.
”Sorry luv, he’s the one who told me to handle you.” He growled, pulling her closer.
Willow stared up into his eyes, trying to focus on the anger that had sustained her for so long. His scent, the touch of his body against hers...the slight intake of breath he took as he slightly nuzzled his bite marks, all pervaded her well placed boundaries. She scowled. Damn him, she still wanted the vampire. She still loved him, and she still needed him.
“Spike.” Willow whispered, raising her arms to his neck. Spike looked from her moist red mouth to her eyes.
“Red?” He asked, pulling her tightly to his body. She stared back at him, the floodgates of questions coming to her tongue.
“Why?”
“I don’t know.” He returned.
“You were afraid of?” She asked.
“Falling in love with you?” He finished.
Willow took a deep breath, nodding.
“It was one of those things. I’m a vampire.” He murmured, pulling away from her.
Willow closed her eyes and stepped back into the shadows of the garden. “You’re clothed in darkness Spike. You’re afraid that I can’t stand your world, that I don’t understand. Where am I Spike?”
Spike turned around, spotting her, leaning against the stone wall in the darkness. “There.” He pointed.
Willow extended her arm, her palm open, illuminated by the moonlight. Spike slid his palm into her white one, not resisting as she pulled him near her.
“Darkness is frightening for children when they are in it. Just as the brightness of day threatens the creatures of the night.” Spike stared into her eyes, absorbing her words.
“But....the children learn to enjoy the comforts and fun the darkness brings, as the creatures need the day to survive.” She finished.
Spike stroked her face. “When did you grow so old?”
Willow smiled. “Sometime after I grew up.”
“When did you learn darkness?” Spike persisted.
“When I learned pain.” She whispered.
Spike froze, his fingers falling to his side, his hope falling the same as his soul had, to hell.
“Red...I’m sorry.” He moaned, drawing her tight into his arms.
“I know. So am I.” Willow took a deep breath, savouring the moment. His scent, the feeling of his body against hers, she wanted this memory to last.
“What do you....”
“Shhhh.” Willow placed her hand over Spike’s moving mouth. “Not now..Spike..I..”
The door slammed, Angelus began bellowing for Willow.
“He needs me.” She whispered.
“Willow.” Spike reached as she began to pull away.
Willow placed her hand on his face, wriggling out of his arms. “One day.” She whispered, running from the garden.
Spike stared after her, suddenly chilled with foreboding. He turned, his duster swirling behind him, to exit the mansion.
~Part: 6~
Angelus turned slightly around in his chair at the sound of Willow’s step. He could scent Spike on her.
“What are you up to my Mistress?” He asked, turning back to stare at the fire.
Willow placed herself in his lap, snuggling close to his silent heart. His fingers strayed from her hair to his mark upon her.
“Did he harm you?”
Willow took a deep breath, tears rimming her eyes. “No Angelus, no more than Spike normally does.”
The vampire was silent for a moment. “Mistress.”
Willow tilted her face up. “Angelus?”
“Come away from Sunnydale. Let me show you the world. Come into my darkness, forget my childe, forget the sunlight forever.”
Willow held his face between her palms, kissing the vampire with a passion. “These are times I will keep Angelus. Closer than you ever could imagine.”
Angelus pulled her closer. “I’m better than soul-boy , admit it.” Willow allowed herself to smile.
“You’re definetly different, and , if things weren’t as they....are..”
Angelus’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”
“If...”
“Spike,” Angelus growled, “My childe.”
“Yes Angelus.” Willow whispered, tracing his face.
“If it wasn’t for Spike, and the fact that you want to kill everyone I love, things would’ve been different. I’m sorry Angelus.”
The vampire gripped her arms, standing up. “What is your meaning Willow?” He ground out.
Willow closed her eyes concentrating on the entreaty that she had been working on since coming into Angelus’s household.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered again.
Shouts filled the air as a fight broke out downstairs.
“Slayer!” A minion screamed.
Willow gripped Angelus’s arms, frantic, and began chanting. “Quod perditum est, invenietur. I entreat you, I call upon the goddess, there is a demon within soul departed, tortured deaths upon his unrighteous head, goddess of righteousness, debt repaid with tortures in hell, release his mentor, close the lust, unjust childe has cried his last, let the pain end and the man return, paid at the bride price, love of child, love of daughter, love of lover, love of life, love of friend, let it depart, let the evil die, and the man begin again, I entreat you, hear my plea, accept my LIFE! Asa sa fie! Asa sa fie! Acum! ACUM!!”
The pressure that had been building from Angelus’s grip ceased on Willow’s arms. The magical energy, filled the witch, love, purity, friendship ,laughter, caring, hope, gentle touches, need, hunger, sadness, hate, anger, merged into one feral scream that surrounded her and the vampire she had cast upon. It swirled around them, erupting into light, sound, and finally silence, as their bodies fell to the floor.
Angelus was unconcious, and Willow was sobbing.
~Part: 7~
“Willow!” Buffy’s form filled the doorway, as she raced to her friend, extracting her from Angelus’s limbs.
“Buffy?” She asked.
“Spike got me..did you...” She stole a look at the vampire.
“Yes.” She whimpered.
Spike rushed into the room, dusty and worried. “Red!” He ran forward to cradle her in his arms.
Willow scrambled away from him. “No!”
He paused, a few feet away from her. “Please Spike. No further.”
Buffy climbed to her feet. “Willow?” She asked, confused.
Willow held her face, tears streaming between the digits. “My love, my life, to the Godess, for Angel....” She hysterically choked out.
“My god.” Buffy gasped.
“No!” Spike shouted.
Unwilling to meet their eyes, Willow darted for her room, Spike and Buffy at her heels.
Turning, she looked at them, smiling wanely. “I’m sorry. I love you.” She whispered.
Blue flames began to lick at her feet, spreading throughout her body. Willow tilted her head back, arms raised, the smile becoming true, almost ecstasical. As quickly as they appeared, they snuffed into nothingness. The tears on the witch’s face had dried, and she stood tall, straight, detached as she dropped her arms.
“It is done.” She murmured.
“What is?” Buffy was so confused.
Willow stared at her companions. “I have my emotion, my feeling, my love, my life to the Goddess for as long as she wills in exchange for...”
“Me.” Angel walked into the bedchamber, smiling.
Willow nodded. “Angelus is gone for good. Angel has been redeemed.” She whispered.
Spike stared at her, a tortured look on his porcelin face. “Why?” He asked.
“Because I had to. Because Angel deserved it, because Buffy deserved it. Because I could.”
Spike approached her, taking her hand. She looked down at their point of contact, not feeling any emotion.
“What about us?” He achingly moaned.
Willow removed her hand from his. “We have eternity.”
He squeezed her arms, pulling her to him. “I don’t want to spend another minute of this time alone Red.” He placed his hands on her face. “Everytime I see you, everytime I hear your voice, touch your face, it reminds me how close you are and what I cannot have.” He choked, fleeing the room.
“Wills.” Buffy stated.
Willow looked at her, shaking her head. “Nothing can be said.” She murmured.
“Yes there is.” Angel interupted, touching her face. “Thank you Mistress.” He whispered.
Willow nodded. “Angel, you have peace now. Angelus cannot be returned by happiness, or any other means, he is always with you, that is a curse I cannot lift.”
Angel nodded. “I understand. Willow...I’m s..”
“What happened between Angelus and I, Angel, will stay that way. Angelus was my lover. Not you. I never thought of you, it was always him.You are not your demon.” She said calmly.
Angel swallowed. “Thank you.”
She nodded again, taking Buffy’s hand, placing it in Angel’s.
“This is what you must be thankful for. Eternity begins here.” She whispered. Noting the look on the star crossed lovers faces, she stepped back into the shadows, out of the room, and out of the mansion.
“POISON POISON POISON!” Drusilla screeched, writhing on Spike’s bed, twisting and turning.
“What in satan’s name is IT?” Spike strode into the room. He had relocated her to the apartment as soon as Angel and the Slayer had deystroyed Angelus’s former household.
“In your mind, on your walls...no MORE PRINCESS...POISON IN YOUR BLOOD!POISON IN YOUR MIND!” She screamed, hysterical, launching at the easel in the corner.
It had been weeks since Spike had ventured from his apartment, hating the day, hating the night that he existed in. Hating the powers that made his Willow not be his. His sorrow had taken the form of paint, and he had sketched her, crimson hair turning from the bright star to the shadow behind her. Her emerald eyes sparking, hinting at her humour and brillance. The painting was becoming alive, and at night Spike thought he could hear her breathe beside him. The only object of joy in his life was Drusilla’s object of destruction.
“NO!” Spike thundered, catching her, swinging her to the wall.
“Touch that Drusilla, and I will send you to hell.” He pressed a stake against her breast.
“No more my Spikey.” The vampra sobbed, sliding to the floor.
Spike turned from her, without a look down, to the easel, to pick up his brush.
~~~*~~~
Angel watched the blonde vampire adjust his feet beneath him for the fourth time. He stared up at the balcony doors , waiting for any sort of movement.
“She isn’t here Child.” He came from the shadows.
Spike rose to his feet, a silent question to his sire. “She left, the night she restored my soul.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know.” Angel answered truthfully.
Spike nodded, grinding his smoke beneath his boot. “What happens now poof?” He asked.
Angel would’ve smiled, or bristled at the remark, if it hadn’t contained such hopelessness. “Sunnydale needs a Master. Willow will be gone until she returns Spike. You must wait.”
Spike nodded. He turned, looked a last time at the balcony, and walked back to his Desoto.
Angel looked up at the room, and smiled. “And she will return, won’t she Mother Goddess?” The quiet night answered the vampire.