Rating: NC-17, BDSM, rape
Pairing: W/Angelus
Summary: Willow is tired of waiting for her revenge, but Angelus wants to teach her a little ‘patience’
Spoilers: Series begins just after ‘Lover’s Walk’, now a couple of years have passed, and we’re just at the 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.
Special Thanks: Kat for checking over my ramblings and Aden for always being happy to see me.
Feedback: Pretty please with sugar on top!
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The next day turned into next week, and then two weeks, as Willow did her best to wait patiently for her much anticipated revenge. In that time they had already moved twice, and Willow felt like she was going insane from the delay. The truth was, she had been ready for her payback since the moment the three of them had set foot off the plane, but Angelus had convinced her to wait a little instead. It had not been a pleasant conversation.
Willow stormed around the tiny apartment they had usurped from an unwitting victim, while screaming at the top of her lungs how tired she was of all the delays and how so far it had only given her enemies the chance to escape or die by some other means. Angelus had found her petulant behavior amusing, and somewhat arousing for a few minutes, then grew tired of it and backhanded her across the room. The ensuing battle essentially destroyed everything in the apartment as the pair traded blows, Angelus with his brute strength, and Willow with her magic.
The argument finally ended however, when Drusilla became so distraught over her daddy and Willow arguing, that she smashed Miss Edith’s delicate china head against a wall, destroying her favorite doll and long time companion. The redheaded witch and dark vampire were so shocked by this act that they both immediately ceased trying to kill each other, and went to check on the sobbing vampire in the corner, crying over the remains of the once beloved toy.
Angelus had little patience for tears, and once he was sure that Drusilla would in fact survive, he pushed her off onto Willow and left to hunt. She sat on the floor, gently rocking the brutal killer who often resembled nothing more than a frightened child. The redhead could easily understand why Spike had loved her for so long. She could be incredibly difficult at times, but there was something about her, about her curiosity, and her sense of awe at the simple things of this world, like fireflies and buttons. And then there was her need, raw and naked.
She was unashamed of her feelings about how much she craved companionship, and above all else, family. Willow knew the only reason Dru had betrayed Spike was because he had betrayed Angelus first. Drusilla was fiercely loyal, and this act stung her as much as if he had hurt her directly. But Dru never wanted to be separated from Spike permanently. Even now, Willow knew that the dark haired beauty was hoping to bring Spike back to their little family by using her as a lure. She had tried to explain to Dru on many occasions that this would never be possible, but Drusilla would simply cover her ears and start singing loudly, so Willow had given up.
Willow carefully swept up the broken shards of porcelain and doll hair into a pile together with the torn body. Then, placing her hands over the remains she chanted a few words of Latin under her breath, and watched as the precious doll became whole again. Drusilla observed the display and clapped with glee when she saw that Miss Edith was in fact, all right. The redhead smiled in spite of herself, as she watched Drusilla dance around the apartment, clutching Miss Edith to her breast. She would have to try harder to get along with Angelus, their arguing was clearly too much for Dru to handle.
Hand in hand the pair headed out into another beautiful Vienna night, looking to feed and explore what the city had to offer. They wandered together down several narrow alleys that held entrances to shops and cafes. Drusilla fed from a wealthy British man who had been thrilled to meet such lovely women. Then, after taking his wallet and dumping his body off a bridge that was decorated with statues resembling Mr. Potato Head, Drusilla bought the both of them large ice cream sundaes, and the two ate ice cream and drank coffee until nearly dawn.
They made it back to the apartment with only moments to spare, only to find the couch made up for a bed. At first Willow assumed it was for her, often times she chose to sleep alone, but just as she started undressing and arranging the pillows, Angelus came out of the bedroom and informed them with an icy tone that Drusilla would be on the couch tonight and Willow would be in the bedroom. His tone made the redhead shudder, but she knew it would be better to just comply with his wishes for now, rather than upsetting Dru again. She kissed her friend goodnight, and shuffled off to the bedroom in only her bra and panties.
Once she was inside the room, Angelus shut the door for some privacy, right before punching her hard in the face, sending her sprawling onto the floor. Then, grabbing her firmly by the hair, he hauled her up and tossed her onto the bed. Willow began chanting a spell that would effectively destroy his manhood, permanently, but before she could finish he belted her across the mouth, breaking her concentration, and quite possibly her jaw as well.
“Sorry to disappoint you, witch, but your days of using magic against me are over,” he said cruelly as he ripped her panties from her body and attempted to pry open her mouth to shove them inside.
Willow fought with all her might, but it was in vain. If she opened her mouth to cast a spell, he would be able to fill it with the offending garment, but without her magic she was defenseless against him. Angelus was thoroughly enjoying the struggle, as he held her arms, pinned below his legs, straddling her, trying hard not to moan with pleasure as every thrash of her body brushed against his growing erection. Willow felt hot tears of humiliation begin to stream down her face, as she remembered the first time John had raped her. He’d used her panties to gag her as well. Maybe it was in some rapist’s handbook somewhere, she wondered humorlessly. These thoughts ceased however, as Angelus forcefully pushed her cheeks together, bruising her already tender jaw, and unclenching her teeth enough to push the fabric inside.
Then, flipping her over, he quickly removed her bra and tied her hands with a pair of neckties already hanging from the headboard. Willow pulled at her bindings as they bit into her flesh, but it was hopeless. At this point it would just be easier to let him fuck her, and be done with it. Angelus noticed her posture relax somewhat as she resigned herself to her fate, and it made him seethe with rage. What fun is it to rape the girl if she was content to let him do it? Then a thought struck him, and he ran his hand lightly over her firm ass before giving it a sharp smack.
Angelus quickly disrobed and pulled the redhead’s body up, till she was on her knees. He slapped her pink ass again and watched her shiver with mounting desire. He ran his fingers across her moist slit, and Willow blushed with renewed shame at her body’s betrayal. Then, before she had time to register what he was doing, he spread her juices over his engorged member and across her puckered opening, and slammed his full length into her virgin hole.
Willow tried to scream in protest as the pain ripped through her body, but the gag blocked the sound that was trying to escape, making her gasp for breath, beginning to hyperventilate and choke at the same time. He hadn’t bothered to prepare her for his girth, he wanted it to hurt, wanted her to suffer. She needed to learn that behavior like hers would not go unpunished. Without giving her time to adjust, he began his brutal rhythm, driving his aching cock into her again and again as she continued to struggle beneath him. Her suffering was like an aphrodisiac to him, driving his arousal to new heights as his assault on her tight opening began to tear her flesh with the friction, providing blood for new lubrication. The scent of the crimson liquid filled his nostrils and drove him to the edge. He could feel the tension filling his body, making his balls tighten as he came with a roar, filling her wounded backside with his dead seed.
When he was through, Angelus collapsed on top of the shaking redhead, covering her with his cold flesh. He made no move to untie her or remove her gag. If she behaved herself, he would free her in the morning, and he told her so. Willow tried with some difficulty to slow her useless sobs, not wanting to waste any tears on the bastard now lying beside her. She had no one to blame for this but herself. She was the one who had set Angelus free; she had gotten what she deserved.
“Now, little one, since I’ve finally got you to stop your endless rattling for a few minutes, and you’ve behaved so nicely for me just now, I think I’ll keep you around a bit longer, rather than simply gutting you like I had intended to. But let me give you a bit of advice, precious Willow; don’t ever try to use your magic against me again. I will torture you for weeks. Hell, maybe months, and when you finally get to the point where your, weak and worthless, mortal body can no longer survive, I’ll turn you so that I can continue to torture you for another century. Do I make myself clear?”
Angelus paused long enough for her to nod her head, but instead she thrashed beside him with obvious hatred as she futilely tried again to free herself. She knew he wasn’t bluffing, but part of her would rather suffer his torment than submit. Angelus watched her reaction carefully, before rearing his head back and letting out a hearty and bone chilling laugh.
“If there was any doubt in me before as to why Spike chose you, there certainly isn’t now. You remind me so much of my wayward childe, just now, that it’s giving me déjà vu. Hell, it seems like only yesterday that he was the one tied to the bed, getting fucked up the ass, and still the whole time trying to fight me,” he laughed again, and Willow felt hot tears of shame and rage, running down her cheeks, “Ahh, to think that the little whelp had almost broken you. I must have taught my boy well. Of course, I never would have mated with you, that’s just young William being a pansy ass again. You know, he used to compose sonnet after sonnet about Drusilla, and each one was worse than the one before it, pathetic. Did he write poetry for you too? Do the whole seduction routine? Well, it’s a good thing Angel rescued you when he did, because otherwise you would’ve had to go through eternity, bound to a lovesick vampire who wanted nothing more than an easy replacement for the girl he really loved, but wasn’t man enough to keep.”
His words stung her like a blow. Most days she could pretend that she didn’t love Spike that she never had. But the truth was, on some level she would never be over him. Even now, a part of her was still waiting for him to come rescue her, and take her away from the nightmare that had become her life. But he wasn’t coming. He never came, and she couldn’t forgive him for that.
“Are you thinking about him now? Well, don’t worry, Willow, you’ll be seeing young William soon enough. But first, let me tell you about your good doctor. Now, while you wanted to rush off and kill him right away, I was thinking ahead and making plans. See, humans can never see the big picture, but I can,” as he spoke, he continually ran his hand along her back, making Willow’s flesh crawl.
“Now, since I like you so much, I have gone to the trouble to set some plans in motion to maximize your revenge. What I wanted to tell you before you so rudely attacked me today, is that I have selected a few choice minions, who have been watching your boy, so we will know when and where to grab him. Our busy bees have also been searching for a suitable place in the warehouse district to have our fun. So, do try to be a little more patient than Spike, and in a couple days, you will have your revenge. In the meantime, I’d be happy to keep you busy, teaching you some of my favorite torture techniques, and of course using your body shamelessly.” Angelus punctuated his words by once again mounting her and shoving his newly erect cock into Willow’s brutalized opening.
Drusilla waited for what seemed like an eternity until she could no longer hear her daddy giving his love to the little tree. Part of her was jealous that he rarely showed her such exquisite torment anymore, but she knew that it took time to train a new member of the family. She couldn’t understand why the funny little redhead put up such a fight, if not to receive more yummy punishment. Yet, it seemed that Willow never enjoyed the love Dru’s daddy was giving her, it only made her more sad. Drusilla guessed this was because she was missing her own daddy, her Spike. She knew how much Willow still loved him, and she looked forward to the time when he would come home and they would all be one happy family again, only this time without grandmother. This made Dru happy. She would never admit this to her daddy, but she secretly hated Darla. The only reason she had helped those funny barristers bring her grand-mummy back was she wanted her daddy back and thought it would help. Darla was never interested in her. She never braided Drusilla’s hair, like the little tree did, and one time she broke one of her dolls, Miss Gertrude, Miss Edith’s playmate.
Drusilla crept into the room, and quietly crawled into the already cramped bed. Angelus had left Willow bound; face down, with the gag still firmly in place. The addle-brained vampire looked down on the redhead with compassion, she knew how much she hated to be tied up, but it was best to leave her that way or Angelus would simply find a worse form of punishment for both of them. As much as the thought excited Drusilla, she wanted to protect the little tree from any more harm. She gazed into Willow’s green, lamp like eyes and saw only a glazed over expression of fear and loathing there. Sighing, she wrapped her delicate limbs around the redhead’s unmoving body and began to hum her a tuneless song, until finally she drifted into a restless sleep. Maybe tomorrow her daddy and the little tree would get along better.