Summary: Willow and Dru are planning their attack and going to get Dru’s Daddy back, meanwhile Willow gets a few surprises.
Spoilers: Series begins just after ‘Lover’s Walk’, now a couple of years have passed, and we’re just at the end of season five.
Pairing: W/A
Rating: NC-17, harsh language, violence, graphic sex, definitely not for the kiddies.
Disclaimer: I did not build the Buffyverse that would be Joss, it is merely my playground.
Distribution: If you want it, fine by me, just drop me a line first.
Special Thanks: Kitura for checking over my ramblings and Aden for always being happy to see me.
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Willow paced the floor impatiently, glancing out the window every couple of minutes to see if the sun had gone down yet. Tonight was the first part of her payback, and she wanted to get started. She glanced out the window again and saw it starting to make its rosy orange glow as it dipped below the horizon and decided it was safe to wake the others. She knew there was no harm in waking them hours ago, as their lodgings were well protected from the sun, but she had learned that vampires could get rather cranky when they didn’t get enough sleep. This little revelation had never come to her when she was with Spike, because he was always up early, but this was certainly ‘not’ the case with Dru. The first time Willow had accidentally woken her, she had nearly gotten her head torn off. To her it was a difficult concept to grasp. These people were dead, what did they need to sleep so much for? In any case, for the last few months she had done her best not to wake them before sunset.
“Rise and shine, sleepy head!” Willow called out from the doorway, unwilling to get too close.
“NO! It’s not time yet. Miss Edith says you are a very naughty girl and should be punished.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet she did,” Willow said gently rubbing the fresh bite mark on her right breast, just above the old one she had received from Spike, then added suggestively, “Are you going to be doing the punishing?”
“Come here, pretty little tree, and find out.”
“Love to, baby, but later. We’ve got work to do, and it’s a long drive so we better get started.”
“Nobody ever wants to play with me,” Drusilla pouted as she reluctantly pulled herself out of bed, and headed off to wake the minions.
Once they were on the road, Willow took a second to go over the plan again. There shouldn’t be any problems with the four of them there. Dru had wanted to turn a couple more minions, but Willow had talked her out of it. They were having a hard enough time not drawing attention to themselves, and had already needed to switch cities twice to avoid being discovered. As she gazed out the window at the flat and unremarkable scenery, she felt grateful that after tonight they would finally be able to leave this depressing place.
As they drew nearer to their destination, Willow’s stomach began to turn. She had waited three months for this, and now that the time had come she was afraid. She knew logically that she was now far too powerful to be stopped by a bunch of country yahoos, she had submersed herself in some of the darkest magics known to prepare for this moment, but still she felt like a frightened child as she saw the gates of ‘Marion’ come into view. She took a few calming breaths before going over the plan again with the others.
“Alright, once were inside remember, ‘No’ killing the patients! The staff is fair game though; anyone willing to work in this place gets what they deserve. Just follow the plan, and ‘Nobody’ touches the doctor but me. Got it?”
Willow had planned out every detail of there little mission, attempting to calculate the exact time that Dr. Scholten would be leaving so they would be sure not to miss him. It hadn’t been easy, thankfully most of her memories of this place were a little fuzzy due to all the medication, but she was sure that the bastard always worked late on Wednesdays getting the files ready for the Thursday staff meetings.
Willow headed through the doors first, using a simple spell to disengage the locks and alarms that had been recently installed since she was last there. She had figured they would beef up security, but was a little surprised to see a pair of befuddled guards waiting on the other side of the door for her. She recognized them both immediately; she had passed them several times on the way to various ‘treatments’.
“Hello, boys, did you miss me?” she asked, casually as they continued to stare. It took them both a moment to mentally connect the fiery haired vision with the strung out patient she had once been.
“You! What are you doing here?!” the first guard cried out in shock and fear.
“Stay back, missy, the cops know all about you. Those scientists may have said it was animals who killed those folks, but we know it was you, and the cops do too!” chimed in the second guard, placing his hand on the handle of his gun and switching off the safety.
“Silly boys, that wasn’t me, and it wasn’t animals either,” she chided, “It was them.” As she said this she motioned for them to look over her shoulder in perfect time to see the pair of minions walk through the door, game faces on. The guards barely had time to scream as their throats were torn out, spraying Willow with blood while she watched with a satisfied grin. Then dropping their bodies to the floor with a thud, they turned to her and awaited further instruction.
“Alright,” Willow said, wiping blood out of her eyes, “you two go that way, and Dru and I will take this way. And be on the look out, there may be more guards. We’ll meet back outside in fifteen minutes.” The minions nodded and headed off, as did Dru and Willow.
They had to be quick for their plan to work; chaos had a way of taking over in this place. The pair of them split up, Willow heading off for Dr. Scholten’s office. As she crept along the hallway, trying hard not to alert him to her presence, the Pixies were playing ‘Wave of Mutilation’ in her head, and she had to make an effort not to hum. Finally his office door came into sight. Willow swallowed hard, trying to push down her fear as she pulled a long knife from her belt. She was the one with the power now; she had no reason to be afraid. But as she pushed open his door, she froze at what she saw. Nothing.
He was gone, and not just him, everything. She glanced around, panic starting to fill her. All his files had been removed from his cabinet; his desk had been emptied as well. Even his stupid diplomas had been taken off the walls. A rage started to fill her small frame, flooding every part of her being.
“Nooooo!” she screamed, flipping his desk over with one good thrust. He can’t be gone! It wasn’t fair! After all the hell he had put her through, he had to die! She continued smashing everything she could find, which wasn’t much, when Drusilla appeared in the doorway. Glancing around, she quickly realized what had happened, and took Willow firmly by the shoulders, literally dragging her from the room.
“Come on, poppet, there’s nothing that can be done now. We’ll punish the bad doctor later, I promise.”
Willow stared off in a daze, as she allowed herself to be dragged from the building, vaguely aware of the empty rooms she was passing. Once outside she was greeted by a hoard of patients sitting on the lawn in their night clothes, many of them as she had suspected showed signs of abuse. Some seemed unaware that they had been moved at all, while others huddled together for comfort, and still more milled around the grounds exploring their new freedom while the minions did their best to keep them corralled without harming them.
“Is everyone here, including any from the infirmary?” she asked, regaining her focus.
“We checked the whole building,” one of the minions said, “This is all of them.”
“Good, keep them back,” Willow said, raising her hands and beginning her incantation.
Dark billowing clouds began to fill the sky, blocking the moon from view, and drawing frightened but impressed gasps from the onlooking crowd of lunatics. Willow’s eyes became an inky black and her nose began to bleed slightly as her spell reached its crescendo. Thunder rumbled through the sky, drowning out the last sounds of her words, but the results were the same as earth and sky were joined by a bolt of lightning, ripping through the heavens and down to Willow’s reaching hands. The jolt hit her, causing her to convulse violently with the overwhelming power, as her body was obscured from view by blinding white light. Then, reaching her hands forward, she released the energy back out, aiming it at the building in front of her.
Again the power ripped through her body, making it difficult to maintain focus as her chant began again, heat and electricity flowing through her fingertips. The bolt hit the building like a wrecking ball, causing brick to fly and windows to explode with the impact. Willow swiveled slightly, being sure to cover the length of the building with the destructive force. When the last of it left her body, she collapsed to the ground, unconscious. There was a round of applause from some of the crowd, including Drusilla who had happily taken her place among her fellow deranged individuals. Others had begun crying, afraid they would be next, and a few continued to simply wander, unaware that anything had happened at all.
Disappointed that the show was over, seeing smoke rising from the rubble which was now burning at a steady pace, Drusilla went and scooped Willow into her arms and placed her in the car. With a nod the minions joined them, and together they headed back out. As they sped down the gravel road, they saw fire trucks heading to their last location, and Dru was again disappointed. Firemen tasted so good.
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“Wakey-wakey, my sweet. We’re almost there,” Drusilla chirped merrily.
Willow groaned as she tried to sit up. Her head was still killing her. They had been driving for almost three days straight, and she had had a migraine the entire time. ‘Well, at least its night’ she thought, noticing the tinfoil had been removed from the windows, that meant she wouldn’t have to worry about any blinding light making her head hurt worse.
Dru had offered several times to stop for awhile so she could properly recover, but Willow had refused, wanting to put as much space between her and that awful place as possible. In truth, she had only intended to set the building ablaze, not rain down hellfire upon it. But her rage at not being able to have her revenge completely overwhelmed her, and she had lost control. Now she was paying the price for it. She knew she had amassed a certain amount of power over the last few months, but she had had no idea she was capable of that. In fact Drusilla was the only one who seemed unsurprised. Their pair of nameless minions had been so scared of her since that night that they had barely spoken in her presence. But now that they were reaching the end of their little journey, they all were starting to get a little cranky.
“I still don’t see why we couldn’t have brought one of those loonies with us to snack on,” the minion driving muttered to the one next to him.
“Because they were our brothers and sisters. If you had harmed any of them, little tree and I would’ve been very cross,” Drusilla said as if talking to a small child, “Now find a place for us to stay. Poppet needs her rest if she’s going to see my Daddy tomorrow night.”
Willow was grateful to be able to take a real shower again. The others were out hunting, but she had opted for ordering in a pizza rather than going out with them. She toweled off her body and hair before sprawling naked on the bed while she waited for her food. It was well into summer and outside the world felt like it was on fire, but in the tiny motel room the air conditioning was blowing full blast and Willow loved every minute of it. As she rolled on the cool covers, she heard a knock at the door and jumped up to get it, forgetting she was naked. The teenage pizza boy on the other side was pleasantly startled when the gorgeous redhead opened the door without a stitch on. He stood there opening and closing his mouth for a moment before Willow realized what was wrong with him.
“Oh, oops!” she said, blushing slightly before taking the pizza from him and placing a wad of cash in his hand, then smiling she added, “Consider it your tip,” before closing the door again.
She was starving, and began woofing down the pizza as she looked for something to watch on TV. As she flipped through the channels she came across some news program where people talk about their UFO encounters and other weird and mystical stuff. She was about to change it, when she heard one of the people mention Sunnydale, and paused. A man was talking to the host, in a rather manic tone, trying to convince him that the end was near. She turned up the sound to listen…
“…I’m telling you it’s a sign of the end of times. The sun turned blood red, and a hole opened up in the sky, shooting lightning bolts that tore apart the earth, and a dragon, or no maybe it was a demon, YES it was a demon, flew out of the hole with great big giant wings!” the frantic man was saying.
“I see,” the announcer replied in a patronizing tone, “and then what happened?”
“Well, there was this big bluish pinkish shimmer where the hole was, and then it was all gone and everything was back to normal. I know you think I’m crazy, but I’m NOT. There are demons everywhere you know and vampires too, and other things with slime…”
Willow flipped the set back off again. There was never anything good on anyway. She couldn’t help feeling a little sorry for that guy. It may be monumentally stupid to go on TV and say all the things he just did, but she knew what it was like to see the things he had, and have no one believe you. She stretched back out on the bed again, her hunger finally sated, and began to chant a healing spell. She was still a little woozy from the other night, and if she was going to be seeing Angelus tomorrow she would need all her strength.
Drusilla returned just before dawn to find Willow asleep naked and on top of the covers shivering. She let out a sigh before turning down the air and covering her with a blanket from the other bed. Then, undressing herself, she slipped under the blanket as well; selfishly draining some of Willow’s remaining warmth as she wrapped her own body around hers.
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Willow woke late the next afternoon and cursed herself for sleeping so long. She needed to get to Angel’s place before he woke for the evening, and now she would have to hurry. She jumped up from the bed and shook Drusilla awake, before starting to dress.
“I’m late, where are the keys?!”
“Keys?” came Drusilla’s groggy reply.
“Yes, KEYS, you know, to the car! I’ve got to go!”
“Silly tree, the boys are next door, one of them will drive you.”
“It’s still daylight, and I’m in a hurry, I’ll drive myself.”
“It’s not proper for a lady to drive.”
“Well then I guess I’m not a lady,” she said, motioning for Drusilla to cover herself as she opened the door, temporarily letting the light in, on her way out.
Willow tried to follow Drusilla’s directions to the hotel, and cursed herself again for not bothering to simply look it up as she read things like, ‘turn right at the pretty sign,’ and ‘go left where I ate that icky old man.’ Finally she had to stop for real directions, but soon after found the place she had been looking for. Originally this was something she and Dru had planned to do together, but then Dru backed out, claiming that Angel’s soul wanted her alone and that it wouldn’t work if she were there. Willow doubted this very much, but had finally agreed. However, now that she was standing in front of the Hyperion, she was starting to have second thoughts. There were few things that still scared her, but unfortunately Angelus was among them. Then she remembered the way Angel and the others had simply let her parents take her and lock her away, and she felt her resolve returning.
She crept in as quietly as possible, then looking around and seeing how large the place was, she realized she would need a little more help finding him and did a quick locator spell. She created a tiny ball of light, resembling a firefly, and followed it as it led her upstairs, finally hovering outside his door. She quickly released the energy of the spell, and holding her breath, carefully opened the door. The first room of the suite revealed a sitting room, sparsely furnished, but cozy, then turning the corner she came upon the bedroom.
He was there, sleeping soundly, his naked form barely covered by his burgundy sheets. What was it about vamps always sleeping in the nude? She carefully pulled a pouch out of her pocket, creeping closer. She dumped the contents into her hand as she began to mutter the binding spell. He stirred momentarily as if aware of her presence, causing Willow to freeze, but soon rolled onto his back, returning to his inert state. Muttering the last of the spell, she blew the green dust across his body, locking him in place. Still he didn’t seem to notice, ‘must be a deep sleeper,’ she thought. Well it was time to find out how deep.
Willow stripped off her clothes and stood before the bed naked. This was her last chance to back out, but she couldn’t. She had come too far already to stop now. She approached him and began gently tugging the covers away, revealing every inch of his glorious body. Like all vampires he was extremely pale, and his skin was pulled tightly over taught muscles, much like Spike, but that was where the resemblance ended. Spike was thin, wiry, but Angel was stocky, built like a football player, or wrestler. She reached her hand out and lightly stroked her fingers along his stomach, causing him to shudder and finally open his eyes.
“Willow,” he breathed raggedly, his cock springing to life with desire. He was having that dream again. He had it so often now, that he didn’t even notice that her hair had been cut short; only that she was here with him, and he was happy.
Willow was a little surprised by his reaction, but glad he wasn’t protesting. This would be easier than she thought. She didn’t say a word, but gave him a little smile before climbing onto the bed with him. She ran her fingers over his chest and stomach again, and Angel was amazed at how real it felt, how warm. She lowered her mouth then to his nipple, grasping it firmly but gently between her teeth giving him a little bite. His cock bounced against his stomach, demanding equal attention. She ran her hand down to it, stroking it lightly with teasing touches. Angel hissed in response, wanting to touch her back, but found he was unable to move. ‘Stupid dream!’ he thought in frustration.
“Willow please,” he begged.
She smiled again, lowering her mouth to taste him. Continuing to tease, she traced the head of his cock with her tongue, licking away the glistening drop of precum waiting there. Angel moaned, barely able to move, but still trying to buck his hips up for closer contact. She ran her tongue down his shaft next, gently cupping his balls in her hand. He was so close already, and she was a little disappointed their fun couldn’t last longer. Positioning herself over him, with his head just at her opening, she paused and looked deep into his eyes, wanting to be sure he was really aware of what was happening.
“You left me when I needed you, and now you have to pay.” She said her voice sounding strangely even, without a trace of emotion as she waited for a look of comprehension from him. It worked; her words hit him like a ton of bricks. This was no dream.
“Oh fuck, Willow! Stop! You’ve got to stop!”
But no sooner had the words left his mouth than she impaled herself on him. His protests faltered as he was overcome by the feeling of how tight she was, how wet, and incredibly hot. Just like his dream, she was burning his soul right out of him as she rode him with wild abandon, driving herself toward her own release.
“Willow, please…” Angel made one more feeble attempt at protest, but he was caught up in the sensation of her, her smell, her face an expression of pure rapture. She fell over the edge, riding him hard, her muscles clamping tightly around his cock. He was lost and he knew it. He felt his balls tighten and gave out a strangled cry as he shot his seed deep within her.
He felt the pain in his chest begin as he was basking in her afterglow, and was grateful that the last thing he would see before leaving his body, would be her; the redheaded vixen that he loved.
Willow watched him closely, not wanting to miss the moment his soul vanished. She saw pain shoot through him and smiled. ‘Here it comes, or goes as it were,’ she thought to herself triumphantly. Suddenly a flash of light passed through his eyes, and then a wicked smile spread across his face.
“Hello Angelus.”
“Well hello there, little one, thanks for the fuck. Now how’s about undoing this spell you’ve got on me so I can show you the proper way to do things.” He said giving her a little pelvic thrust to emphasize his point.
“Not so fast Mr. I’m the Big Bad. First we have to get a few things straight.”
“What kind of things little girl? Hey aren’t you supposed to be the geeky one?”
“Not any more. Now shut up, and listen. I brought you back for two reasons. First of all was to pay Dru back for breaking me out of the nuthouse, and second was so you could help me get revenge on Buffy and Spike. So here’s the deal, you don’t bite me, or hurt me in any way, and in return my magical abilities will be at your disposal. Are we agreed?”
“What’s to say that I don’t drain you dry the minute you release me?”
“Well, you may be an evil bastard, but you’re not stupid. You know I could be useful, and besides just a couple of days ago I blew up a building with one shot. I don’t think incinerating your ass will be any problem,” she said with false confidence, causing Angelus to give her demands serious thought.
“Alright then I agree to your terms.”
“Good,” Willow said, and then with no small amount of trepidation, she released the spell that was holding him in place.
Immediately, he flipped the two of them over, causing Willow’s heart to leap into her throat. The smell of fear coming off her was exhilarating, as he tangled his hand in her hair, planting a bruising kiss on her mouth, and forcing it open with his tongue so he could explore it thoroughly. He reached his hand down and pinched her nipple hard causing her to cry out with a mixture of pain and pleasure, moisture pooling between her legs. ‘So she likes it a little rough does she?’ he thought to himself, ‘Spike must have trained her right.’
“Get on your hands and knees bitch,” he said forcefully.
Willow quickly complied, and was rewarded with a sharp slap across her ass. She moaned loudly, encouraging Angelus to give her another hard blow. Her cheeks now bright red, he continued to give her one good spank after another, his cock becoming harder with every blow. Willow was in a frenzy. With each slap a jolt of pleasure shot through her, but never enough to satisfy.
Angelus ran one hand up between her legs, briefly coming in contact with her sensitive clit. Willow let out a sharp gasp, pushing back with her ass, trying to continue the contact, but he pulled his hand away too quickly, and she was left groaning in frustration. Angelus smirked, enjoying the torture he was putting her through as he raised his fingers to his mouth to lick away her essence.
“So tell me little girl, do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, please…” she moaned in response.
“Yes, Master,” he corrected her.
“I have no master,” she said over her shoulder, turning to give him a hard stare.
“Well, aren’t we spunky? We’ll have to see what we can do about that. But first…”
Angelus slammed into her, hard. There was no false intimacy, it was pure brutal sex. He pounded his length into her, gaining more force somehow with each thrust. Willow moaned low in her throat, rocking back with each thrust to meet him. She was close, and he knew it, but he was determined to get there first. He drove into her one more time, feeling his balls tighten, and came with a roar, once again filling her with his dead seed. Then pulled out of her quickly, leaping off the bed, and strolling into the bathroom for a shower.
Willow cried out in protest, but it was no use, he was already gone. She rolled over in frustration and began fingering her clit, quickly finding her own release, her hips bucking up reflexively. ‘Fucking bastard,’ she thought to herself as she regained her breath, ‘I can tell already how much fun this is going to be.’