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Rating: PG-13 as of now, may go higher in later parts.
Summary: Willow discovers a past she never could of imagined...
Couple: Willow/Spike.
Spoilers: Various bits and pieces from Season 2.
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Dedication: To everyone who missed my fanfiction while I had my little writer's block induced hiatus. :)
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~Part: 1~
Angel sighed wearily and clicked the door of his apartment shut. He was exausted after a particularly hard battle with a Morroca demon. He thought that the group of teens that called themselves the Scooby Gang handled it well. Buffy, the young blonde Slayer, fought well, even though she had only been slaying for just under a year. Her friend, the annoying Xander Harris, managed to hold his own against the demon's vampiric minions. The Watcher, Rupert Giles, didn't have the fighting ability, but he wore down the demon with magic. And Willow Rosenberg. Willow. The small redhaired witch fought the vampires savagely. When he first arrived in Sunnydale, he had been shocked to see the girl that was identical to his long-dead childe, the redhead he had seen die, and had been powerless to save. His mind drifted back to the day he had lost his redheaded childe.
~*September 16th, 1898*~
Drusilla shrieked, and ran into the sitting room, finding Daddy and her brother there. "They took her!" She wailed. Angelus exchanged a glance with his blonde childe and turned to Dru. "Dru, honey, who took who?" Angelus said to his insane childe soothingly.
"The Romany! They have her!" Dru sobbed.
Spike looked confused. "What the 'ell is the Romany?"
"Gypsies. Daddy killed the gypsy Princess, so they took her in exchange."
"Took who?" Spike asked.
"Your Princess." Drusilla replied solemnly, looking at the bleached blonde. "They have our Little Tree."
"What?!" Spike exclaimed. "Some damn gypsies took my Red?!"
Angelus vamped out. "They want me. They took her to get to me." He snarled. He stood up and turned to Spike. "You and Dru stay here."
Spike stood too. "No bloody way! I'm going with you, Angelus."
Angelus was on his feet getting his coat. "No. They took her to get to me. They want me to come for my childe."
Spike growled and got to his feet. "She may be your childe, but she's my mate. I'm going with you."
Angelus grabbed Spike by the throat. "William, you will stay here with Drusilla!" Angelus ordered.
Spike shoved Angelus away from him. "Fine, you damn wanker, but know this. If Willow is hurt in any way, I will kill you. I'll hunt you to the ends of the earth until the end of time if I have to."
Angelus stopped, hearing his childe's threat, but didn't turn around. He continued out the door.
It didn't take him long to find the small clan of the gypsies. His youngest childe was nearby. And she was scared. He reached a clearing, and found the Romany standing in a circle, chanting. Two of them were holding up the redhead. She looked weak. He growled.
The Romany stopped what they were doing, and turned to face the dark-haired vampire. He tried to step closer to them to free his childe, but he found himself stopped by some sort of invisible wall. One of the elder women stepped up next to the wall and smiled, revealing her brown teeth. "Magical shield." She cackled. The group had resumed their chanting. Willow was trying to break free, but they were strong, too strong. They had weakened her somehow.
Angelus watched his childe struggle, and felt fear enter him for the
first time in over a century. She looked terrified. Her green eyes were
wide with fear. The fiery hair that cascaded down her back in ringlets
was tangled. Her long ivory silk dress was muddy, ripped at part of the
skirt, the pearl laced bodice was splattered with mud.
The elder woman stood next to his childe. "You took our beloved child
away. We shall take yours. You took her life. We take hers, and curse yours
in retribution." Angelus watched in horror as the woman lifted a stake,
and plunged it into his beautiful childe's heart. "Angel!" Willow screamed
painfully before she exploded into dust.
"Willow! No!" He howled. He sank to his knees, a searing pain overcoming his body.
The chanting ceased. The elder smiled. "It is done." She whispered.
Angelus came to a long while later. The Romany had left. He began to sob over the horrible deeds he had committed, all the people he had killed, and over the death of his childe. He moved over to what remained of his daughter, a pile of ashes. He contemplated waiting for the sunrise, but he knew he couldn't. He didn't deserve to rest. He needed to atone for his mistakes. He whispered a hoarse apology to what had been his childe, and left. He knew Drusilla would know that Willow had been killed, and Spike would most likely ask her to take him to what remained of his late love. He didn't have to wait long. Dru led Spike up to the spot where Willow had been killed, and fell to the ground, sobbing. Spike knelt down next to the diminishing pile of ashes, and whispered his love to Willow, and his goodbye. He wiped tears from his eyes, and picked up a shiny object in the grass. It was the silver red jewelled ring he had given to Willow as a token of his affection. He looked at it for a long moment, and put it in his pocket, vowing he would keep the ring until he found her again. He helped Dru up, and led her away, as the ashes of his love swirled in the wind.
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Dru twirled around the room with Miss Edith, giggling.
Spike walked in, took notice of what Dru was doing, and scowled. "Knock it off, Dru. It's annoying."
Dru pouted.
Spike rolled his eyes. "Dru, you've been pouting for the last damn century.
It's getting bloody annoying. Maybe I'll just dump you out on the street
like I should of done, instead of taking care of your looney ass."
Drusilla stuck her tongue out at her brother. "Just for that, you're not invited to the tea party."
Spike glared at her. "Boo hoo."
Dru smiled smugly. "You don't get to hear the secret Miss Edith just told me."
Spike growled. "I don't give a-"
"She's alive." Dru told him. "The stars danced for Miss Edith and she told me."
Spike thought it'd be best to humor her. Maybe then she'd go away. "Who's alive?"
Dru smiled, her gaze unfocused. "She helps the Slayer. She doesn't remember. Daddy's seen her. Miss Edith said so, and she doesn't lie."
"Who doesn't remember? Who's she?" Spike asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.
"Willow." Dru sing-songed.
Spike froze, thinking of his Princess. "Dru, Willow's dead. You know
that." Spike said.
Dru shook her head. "No, Spike. She was brought back. She's the same,
but she doesn't remember. She needs you. She needs you to make things right.
Miss Edith says its time to go to her. I'll have my sister back, and you
get your Princess." Dru told him. "I can see her. She looks exactly the
same. Pretty hair, like fire."
"Where is she, Dru?" Spike asked, knowing his sister's visions were never wrong.
"The Hellmouth." Dru whispered. "Sunnydale. We must go to her. All will be right. We must go now."
"Then we go." Spike told her. "Soon, my Willow. Soon you'll be back with me, where you belong." He murmured, walking out of the room in search of his minions. Everything had to be packed and ready to go. He wanted to leave the instant the sun set.
Drusilla smiled as she heard Spike bark orders to the minions. "Spikey's Little Tree doesn't remember. But she will. Then Daddy will come back to me, and we will finally be a family again." She hummed softly as she headed to her room to pack, visions of the future playing in her head.
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