Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/A/D
Summary: Willow gets a nasty surprise, and Dru decides her new family needs to take a little trip.
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, beginning of season six.
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.
Feedback: Pretty please with sugar on top!
Special Thanks: Colleen for checking over my ramblings and Aden for always being happy to see me.
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Drusilla and her pair of minions found their way to the Hyperion shortly after nightfall. She let herself in somewhat hesitantly. Although confident in Willow’s abilities, she knew Angel could be quite tenacious. Drusilla wouldn’t soon forget how he had set her on fire. She crept up to his suite, hoping to sneak in unnoticed, but her instability betrayed her as she moved along humming a song whose tune she had forgotten. Then, just as she reached the door, it was flung open by none other than Angelus, towel hung haphazardly around his waist, still dripping wet from his shower.
“There’s my little lamb. What took you so long?” Angelus asked, arching a brow.
“Daddy? Is it you?” Drusilla asked, her eyes filling with hope.
“Yeah, darlin’, I’m back,” he said with an evil grin.
Drusilla overwhelmed with joy, gave a loud squeal and launched herself into his arms. Willow watched this display briefly, before heading into the bathroom to shower. She felt dirty, and she knew Drusilla and Angelus would need a little ‘private’ time. Her nerves settled slightly, as the water sluiced over her tired body. She had begun to rethink what she had just done. Drusilla could be a brutal killer, but for the most part she was like a child, innocent, naive, and easy to control. Angelus was just the opposite and Willow knew that he would be an unstoppable destructive force.
She wanted her revenge, but her mind kept wandering back to Xander. He was her oldest friend, and yes, he had hurt her, but he hadn’t meant to. Plus he was the only one who tried to get her out of ‘Marion’ when her parents had locked her up. He failed of course, but at least he tried. When he couldn’t convince her parents to have her released, he continued to write to her every week to let her know he hadn’t given up on her. After she had lost her baby, she quit writing back, quit everything really, but Xander’s letters still kept coming. He didn’t deserve to die at the hands of Angelus, the rest of them, maybe, but not Xander. Willow made up her mind; she would get him out of there somehow.
Climbing out of the shower, she toweled off quickly. Then, throwing on Angelus’ bathrobe, she tried to pass through the bedroom unnoticed. However, she had to pause momentarily at the sight of Drusilla, bound and gagged, and writhing in pleasure while Angelus beat her with a belt. For a moment the voyeur in her took over, and she stood transfixed watching the tableau before her. She felt her arousal begin to rise, flooding her body with the desire to be touched, hurt. Angelus noticed it too, and turned to face her.
“Does Willow want to play too?” he asked with a leer.
“Hmmm, no thanks. It looks like you’ve got your hands full already. I’m just gonna pop downstairs and order some food,” she said, making a beeline for the door. Once she was down in the lobby she called Xander, hoping to convince him to leave town for a little while.
“Hello?” said the familiar voice from her childhood.
“Xander, hi.” She replied a little unsure of herself
“Willow?! Oh my god, is that you?!”
“Yeah it’s me. How’ve you been?” she asked lamely.
“How have I been?! Will, where are you?! The police called a few months ago, asking if I had talked to you. They said some people had been murdered at that place you were staying, and that you were missing. Are you ok?”
“Yeah I’m fine. I was, umm, released.”
“Released? Will that’s great! When are you coming home?”
“I don’t know, I don’t think I’m ready yet. Maybe you could come see me. You know, take a little vacation,” she asked, hoping her plan would work.
“I’d love to Will, but I can’t. There’s been some stuff going on here, I can’t leave,” he said, his voice becoming serious.
“What kind of stuff?”
“God Will, I didn’t want you to find out this way…It’s Buffy…she’s…she’s dead.”
“What? No…NOOOO!” she screamed, ripping the phone out of the wall and throwing it across the room.
Angelus and Drusilla soon joined Willow in the lobby, and found her pacing and babbling to herself, highly agitated.
“It’s not fair, it’s just not. They hurt me, and they have to pay. They shouldn’t be able to just disappear or die. They have to pay first….” she ranted.
“What’s wrong? Hey, snap out of it!” Angelus said, grabbing Willow and shaking her hard.
“She’s upset about the slayer,” Drusilla cooed.
“What about her?”
“She’s all dead and sleeping in the ground,” Drusilla replied, beginning to do a slow waltz with an imaginary partner.
“Dead?! Arrrgh! I wanted to be the one who killed her!” Angelus yelled in rage.
“Don’t worry, Daddy, you and the little tree can kill her the next time.”
“What the hell are you talking about, Dru?!” he continued to yell.
“The slayer, silly. It’s hard to keep a naughty slayer down. She’ll be back.”
“Are you saying she’s been turned?” he asked, only a slight bit calmer.
“No. She went flying, and now she’s all dead, but the witches will wake her back up again.”
“Witches? You mean Willow?” he asked, glancing over at Willow’s huddled form, rocking in the corner.
“Not the little tree, but others, they’re gonna bring her back out of the ground. Gonna wake her up again.”
“So what do we do until then?”
“We find poppet’s naughty doctor.”
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“Thanks for coming Spike,” Tara said, holding the door open for him, “We’ll just be a few hours, Xander was pretty freaked about something.”
“Yeah, no problem pet. You know I’m always up for keeping an eye on the lil’ bit.”
“Great! Well, we left money for a pizza on the counter, and we’ll try to be back as soon as we can,” Tara said, ushering Amy out the door with her.
“Alright, nibblet, how ‘bout a video? I think I saw a copy of ‘Footloose’ laying around here somewhere,” Spike said, looking around.
“Footloose?” Dawn asked, arching an eyebrow.
“Hey I like that movie! Kevin Bacon’s got stones, standing up to a whole town to defend his right to dance,” he responded with false seriousness.
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“Are you sure it was Willow?” Anya asked.
“Yes I’m sure. Look, I know we can’t involve Giles in the whole resurrection thing, but maybe Willow could help. I mean she was always a natural with the supernatural. If we could just find her…”
“Xander, I miss Willow too. I mean she took real good care of me while I was a rat, well before she disappeared anyway,” Amy began, “but aren’t you forgetting that she’s been in a mental hospital for like the last two years?”
“No I didn’t forget, but she never should’ve been there in the first place. She’s not crazy, and besides, she told me they released her.”
“Well, sure she’s going to tell you that Xander. She’s not going to say ‘hey I’m crazy and I killed a bunch of people while I was breaking out of the booby hatch,’ use you head,” Anya exclaimed in exasperation.
“Look, I-I-I know I haven’t been a Scooby as long as the rest of you, and all I know about Willow is what you told me, b-b-but this is a very powerful spell we’re planning, and if you have any reason to d-d-doubt Willow’s sanity, then we should do it without her,” Tara said, looking to her lover, Amy, for support.
“She’s right,” Amy said running her hand up Tara’s arm, soothingly, “We’ll have to do the restoration without her.”
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Spike glanced over to see Dawn sound asleep on the couch, whenever he looked at her, a pang of regret shot through his dead heart. If he only he had succeeded at protecting her up on that tower, then Buffy would still be alive right now. He knew it was his responsibility to help look after the girl now, but he was afraid. It seemed that all the women in his unlife, either left, or died, and somehow it was always his fault. With Dru he hadn’t been demon enough, and with Buffy he wasn’t man enough, but with Willow he was perfect. She loved him, exactly how he was, and he had still managed to blow it.
The night Willow had been taken from him, played over in his mind again. It haunted him, wondering if he had only done something different if they would still be together, right now, far from this cursed place. He never should’ve left her with Angel. He should’ve turned her, right then and there. Sure, Angel would’ve staked his ass, but Willow would’ve gone on forever with the knowledge of how much he loved her. Instead he let her be taken away somewhere where he couldn’t find her. By now she had probably forgotten all about him and gone on with her life. This evil place wasn’t the only thing that was cursed, he was cursed as well, cursed to be a hopeless romantic for eternity, and never able to have real love.
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Willow was starting to feel better. Well, after a couple of hours, and more than a few stiff drinks, she was feeling better anyway. Drusilla had insisted she hold onto Miss Edith for awhile, assuring her that it would help, while she went about convincing Angelus how much fun it would be killing Dr. Scholten. He had finally agreed, and they set about tracking the man down together.
After talking with his former secretary, Angelus was able to acquire his new home number in Vermont. Unfortunately when they called, his wife informed them that he was out of the country on business, and wasn’t expected back for several weeks. Willow, however, was determined not to give up so easily, and managed to convince the woman that she was from the New York Times, and needed to contact him right away for an interview. After learning he was in Vienna, all that was left to do was make flight plans that would keep the three of them out of the sun. This turned out to be much more difficult than it sounded, but eventually she was able to swing it with layovers in Washington DC and Paris. Angelus made arrangements with some of his demon contacts to get their travel papers, and soon they were off.
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The first leg of the flight was pure hell. Dru had decided that it was unnatural to be launched into the air like a bird, and had caused such a fuss that Angelus finally just knocked her out when no one was looking. Then when the plane took off, Willow thought she might have to do the same to him, because it turned out he was afraid to fly as well, but fortunately he was able to drink enough to calm his nerves.
It must be hard, she thought, living forever, having to adjust to new innovations. If she had left the decision up to the two of them, Angelus and Drusilla would’ve booked passage on a slow going cargo ship, and another week or so on trains. They didn’t have to worry about how long it would take. Vampires had eternity, patience seemed to come easier for them, well most of them anyway. Spike was never patient, that was usually why his plans never worked out. But on the other hand he was also more passionate than any other vampire she had ever met, maybe that was the trade off. She tried to shake the thoughts from her head; she didn’t want to think about Spike.
As they arrived in Paris, everyone seemed to be feeling better, although jet lagged. Angelus and Drusilla stopped to get a quick bite on the way to the hotel, but had to hurry, because the sun was about to rise. Willow had never been to Paris before; actually she had never been much of anywhere until Spike had kidnapped her. She wanted to go explore, but she didn’t have the time or the money. So far they had put everything on ‘Angel’s’ credit card, but it would very soon be maxed out. Angelus kept telling her not to worry, that he always took care of ‘his’ girls, but she didn’t want to be his girl. Sure there was a definite attraction there, but he was cruel and she didn’t particularly relish the thought of being his plaything for eternity.
Once they were back at the hotel, Willow stripped off her clothes and crawled into the king sized bed. The man working at the front desk had given Angelus an envious look when he requested the room with the one large bed, knowing full well that both the gorgeous women accompanying him would be sharing it too. Drusilla and Miss Edith soon joined Willow in the bed, Drusilla carefully placing Miss Edith on the nightstand so she wouldn’t get accidentally broken. Then Angelus arrived, holding the thick cords that had previously tied back the curtains. He gave Willow a hard stare, and she obediently raised her hands up to the head board to be bound. She wanted to protest, in all honesty after her time in ‘Marion,’ she hated to be restrained, but Angelus was so powerful that she found it incredibly difficult to resist him.
He bound her wrists tightly, making sure the rope was cutting into her flesh. He knew how much being tied up bothered her, and made it a point to do so as often as possible. The truth was he liked the little witch, well as much as he liked anyone. It had been difficult at first, trying to reconcile his feelings for her. There was still a great deal of hate left in him from when she had returned his soul the last time, but then she had unexpectedly removed it again. She was something of a mystery, and powerful too.
He wanted to claim her, bend her to his will, but he had decided to wait awhile. Actually that was Drusilla’s doing, Angelus wanted to take her right away, but Dru had convinced him to wait, ‘the stars weren’t ready for it’ she had said. He looked down at the naked redhead before him, bound to the bed and writhing in anticipation, he hoped the ‘stars’ would be ready soon, because he didn’t think he could wait much longer.
Drusilla was waiting to be tied as well, and was disappointed when she discovered he only had one set of ropes. Angelus climbed onto the bed, settling between Willow’s legs, ignoring Dru for the moment, she had a way of making her own entertainment. He separated the redhead’s folds with one finger, making her shiver with the contact. Angelus ran his tongue around her outer labia, working his way toward her hot center. She moaned, pulling at her bindings, wanting to pull his head in closer. He briefly ran his tongue across her swollen clit, and her hips bucked up, craving more contact.
Drusilla sat next to them, watching the display, gently fingering her own clit, as she leaned her head down to nip and suck on Willow’s nipple. Angelus began to do the same with her sensitive nub while pistoning two fingers in and out of her wet core. As he drove her toward her release, he felt himself becoming painfully aroused. He paused briefly in his ministrations causing Willow to growl in protest.
“Dru, baby, it’s time to suck Daddy off.”
Drusilla eagerly complied as Angelus turned his body slightly, giving her better access. She began by running her cool tongue around the edge of his tip, licking away the glistening drop from his slit before plunging his shaft deep within her mouth. She had no need for air and continued to deep throat him while gently messaging his balls. As she did this, he had to focus to maintain control of his own mouth, swirling his tongue around Willow’s clit before taking it back into his mouth and continuing with his less than gentle nips and sucking.
Willow was the first to go over the edge, pulling with all her might on the ropes tying her in place, she cried out her release, her body shaking uncontrollably, her juices coating Angelus’ face. He lapped them up greedily as he felt his own orgasm quickly approaching. Drusilla was quite adept at making her sire cum, as she began to hum a little tune, knowing the vibrations it would create would drive him into oblivion. Angelus felt his balls start to tighten, his demon visage slipping into place. A roar escaped his lips as he came, biting Willow hard on her inner thigh. He drank down her blood as Drusilla did the same with his cold essence. For Willow the sensation was too much so soon after her own orgasm, her body beginning to shake. Angelus could tell how close she was again and reached a hand up to give her still swollen clit a good twist. Willow cried out again, shaking violently for a minute before returning to earth.
When Angelus had satisfied his thirst for her, he climbed off Willow, brushing Drusilla aside and went in to shower, informing them on the way that they should try to get some sleep before the last leg of their journey. Drusilla whimpered, having been denied her own release. But reached up to untie Willow, knowing how much she hated being bound. Willow rubbed at her sore wrists, before stroking her hand over Drusilla’s hair soothingly.
Pinning the dark vampiress beneath her, she kissed her way down to Drusilla’s cool center. Willow circled her hot tongue around Dru’s swollen nub before sucking it into her mouth. Placing two and then three fingers inside her wet core, she worked her towards her release as she gently nibbled and sucked her clit. It wasn’t long before she felt Drusilla’s body go rigid as her orgasm hit her, a low moan escaping her lips, her juices coating Willow’s chin. Willow wiped her essence up with one finger; bringing it to Drusilla’s lips, and smiling as Dru happily licked it clean. They kissed almost tenderly before curling up together and falling asleep, only vaguely aware of Angelus returning to bed after his shower.
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Willow woke shortly before sunset and went in to take a shower. As she washed her body she came across the fresh bite on her inner thigh, and winced slightly as she went about cleansing the area. She was starting to feel like some sort of vampire chew toy. She had made Angelus promise not to bite her, mostly because she didn’t want him trying to turn her, but also because she knew that such a mark was a way for a vampire to lay claim on their human property, and she was nobody’s property. She had allowed Drusilla to bite her once, on her breast, but only because Drusilla had no desire to lay claim to her, it was just a moment of passion thing. She guessed she would have talk with him about this violation of their agreement, but wasn’t much looking forward to it.
She stepped out of the shower, drying off and let herself out onto the balcony, careful not to let any sunlight reach the bed. She sat cross-legged seven stories up and watched as the dying sun bled its way into the horizon, leaving a wake of purples and reds behind it. Willow tried not to be impressed at the sun’s display, as it gasped its last breath and dropped from view. Paris was stretched out below her, a gorgeous sunset before her, and the sound of a street musician playing his squeeze box for the tourists filled the air. For a moment life was beautiful again, the world was full of possibilities and love. Then, remembering why she was there, she heaved a deep sigh, hauling herself to her feet and headed back inside.
“Stupid sentimentalist crap,” she said, recovering her defenses.
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Their flight to Vienna had not been nearly as long as the one to Paris, but still Willow felt exhausted. The airport was on the outskirts of the city, so they needed to take a bus downtown. Angelus had wanted to simply kill a couple with a car, but Willow reminded him that since Drusilla was the only one who spoke more than a few words of German, and they didn’t know where they were going exactly, that it would be wiser to take the bus.
Downtown Vienna was actually quite beautiful, clean, with shiny red street cars going to and fro. They had packed light for their journey, but it was still annoying to lug their baggage around, plus they needed to consider finding lodging for the coming sunrise. They decided an apartment would be better, since they were unsure how long they would be staying. Angelus hadn’t been to Vienna in more than a hundred years, and was looking forward to a nice visit. Finally they decided on a plan, Willow would wait in a café for someone to pick her up, then Angelus would follow them back to his pace and kill him, while Drusilla waited with the luggage.
The plan was a simple one and went off without a hitch, Willow walking hand in hand with an overweight balding man named Klaus, back to his apartment. Once they arrived, Klaus had only a moment to contemplate his luck at snaring such a nubile creature, before Angelus grabbed him from behind and tore his throat out. Willow glanced down at the corpse Angelus had dropped to the ground. His eyes were open, but unseeing, and he still wore a small smile on his face. Part of her wanted to feel sorry for him, but she couldn’t, her heart was frozen. Angelus sent her inside to wait, while he disposed of the body and collected Dru.
Willow went to bed shortly before sunrise, choosing to sleep on the couch, so Drusilla could have some ‘quality time’ with her Daddy. As she slept, horrible images filled her head, making her roll and kick, letting out a constant whimpering sound. She was back in ‘Marion,’ being chased by ghosts of her past. All the people she knew from Sunnydale were there, plus her parents, and the staff from Marion, and others as well.
All of them were chasing her, pawing at her, their bodies becoming corpses before her eyes. Their dead and decaying forms like zombies now, drove her back into a little room, grabbing her and lifting her onto a table. They strapped her in, attaching electrodes to the sides of her head, and she realized with a fresh wave of panic that she was in the ECT room; they were going to shock her. She tried to scream, but no sound would leave her mouth. She pulled at her restraints, frantic to find a means of escape, hot tears running down her cheeks, and then somebody threw the switch. She felt her body begin to convulse violently, and then everything went black. As she floated in the darkness, paralyzed with fear, a single image floated back into her mind, the face of the man she had loved, the man who should have been her sire.
Willow bolted up from her sleep, covered in a cold sweat, and panting for breath. It took her a moment to realize that it had only been a dream, as she sat shaking slightly in the dark. She leaned across the coffee table and switched the TV on. She didn’t care that she couldn’t understand a word they were saying, she was still happy for the distraction, finding some strange cooking game show to watch. Tomorrow they were going to track down the good doctor who had helped to drive her into this permanent state of torment, and she was finally going to get a little payback.