Rating: R for violence
Pairing: none this part
Summary: Willow is ready to share her knowledge of pain.
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 now.
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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“Wakey, wakey, little one, you’ve got a long night ahead of you. You don’t want to oversleep, do you?”
Willow peeled open her eyes to see Angelus staring down at her with an unreadable expression. She had expected him to retaliate a little sooner, but was grateful he decided to let her rest a little first. She knew he probably only did so, so she would stand up to the torture longer, but still it was a nice gesture. If only she had been able to sleep restfully, she might have been even more prepared for whatever the evening had in store for her, but as usual, she had been plagued by nightmares. She was used to them by now, but last night two new members had been added to the cast of people tormenting her, the mother and daughter she and Angelus had killed were now part of the gang of zombies that terrorized her with dead eyes and decaying limbs. She tried to shake off the last remnants of the dream; she would need all her wits about her for whatever Angelus had up his sleeve. She looked up at him expectantly, but he just grinned and tossed her some clothes, before heading into the bedroom to wake Drusilla.
Before she knew it, Willow and her two companions, were piling into the back seat of a large black car with a pair of nameless minions in front. The driver turned to ask for directions, and Drusilla answered by giving him a quick command in German, followed by a giggle of excitement. Whatever was happening tonight Drusilla sure seemed happy about it, Willow thought. Maybe Angelus wasn’t going to torture her to death after all. Willow sat back and tried to enjoy the ride, watching the darkened scenery slide by the window in a blur of grays and dark blues. Eventually, as the car was nearing the very edge of the city, where factories and warehouses had choked out all the smaller businesses, the car slowed and pulled in front of a large dark building.
Angelus exited the car first, holding his hand out to Dru to help her to her feet, she took it graciously. Then with a smile on his face, he extended his hand again, to assist Willow. The redhead looked at it warily for a moment and then exited through the other door on her own. Angelus frowned at her slightly, glancing over at the minions to see if they had noticed her little challenge to his authority, but they were busy talking amongst themselves, so the dark vampire decided to let it slide this time. As the three of them headed for the building, followed closely by the minions, Angelus slipped his left arm over Drusilla’s shoulders, and his right around Willow’s waist. She tried to pull away from him, but he dug his fingers painfully into her side, and gave her a slight growl of warning. Willow glanced over her shoulder at the pair of minions, who were watching the exchange very intently and immediately understood. She relaxed her body against his, and allowed her hand to slide down until it was resting on his ass, giving it a slight squeeze.
Willow understood the master fledgling dynamic; she had learned it early on when she was with Spike. Vampires were very much like pack animals, if the leader was challenged, he or she had two options, either deal immediately and severely with whomever had challenged their authority, or risk all out anarchy or hostile take over. Chances were very slim these two baby fledglings posed any risk to the three of them, but Willow didn’t know how many more were inside. So, for her sake, and for Drusilla, she would keep up appearances.
The closer the group got to the building the more Willow wanted to turn and run. The place reeked of death, the rancid stench filling her nostrils, and coating her flesh like a revolting film. She knew nothing good could happen here tonight, but then again good things rarely did happen when she was with Angelus. As they reached the front of the building, a large sliding door opened automatically, revealing another pair of minions that had been waiting for them. As the door opened a fresh wave of odor struck her senses, rolling over her in a wave, as if she had been submerged in a sea of rotting flesh. Willow glanced around at the group of vampires with complete astonishment that none of them seemed the slightest bit put off by the smell, especially considering how much more sensitive their senses were. Apparently they were unbothered by the smell of death. In a strange way, it made sense.
Angelus led Willow through the doors, and noticed her doing her best not to gag at the odor. He handed her a handkerchief from his pocket, and indicated for her to cover her nose and mouth with it. She was surprised, but grateful of the gesture. The small piece of fabric didn’t remedy the situation completely, but it did help. As they entered to building, Willow realized they were in a meat packing plant, and took a moment to wonder how anyone could work in a place like this all the time. She wasn’t sure, but she suspected that after awhile a person’s clothes, hair, everything, would reek of it.
Willow felt a slight tug on her hand and looked up to see Angelus’ eager eyes staring back at her. She nodded dutifully, noticing the minions still watching them, and allowed him to lead her through the large room of packing boxes, and past several rows of hanging beef. The building was colder than expected, and she was glad Angelus had chosen something warm for her to wear. Finally, they reached the back of the room, where a closed door was waiting for them. Angelus paused, and looked down on the little redhead, his pleasure and anticipation obvious.
“Willow, tonight is ‘your’ night. You have proven to be quite a pupil. You have really earned this.”
After the way she had treated him last night, Willow knew what she had earned, he was going to kill her, and then probably just shove her body into a meat grinder. However, when Angelus opened the door, all thoughts of her impending demise were washed away by the sight of Dr. Scholten, bound, gagged, and hanging from a meat hook. Willow’s face spread into a dazzling smile, and she threw her arms around Angelus’ throat, squeezing him tightly.
“Thank you, daddy, it’s just what I always wanted,” Willow whispered in his ear with a sultry voice that promised him a big reward later.
Angelus chuckled deep in his throat, “I knew you’d like it, darlin’.”
She smiled and began circling her prey slowly, running her hands up and down his body. She could feel him shudder at her touch, trying in vain to pull his body away from her probing fingers. The more he struggled, the more excited she became. She immediately forgot everything about the world around her, only able to focus on her former tormentor, squirming like a worm on a hook, literally. Angelus approached her from behind, circling her slight waist in his strong arms. He couldn’t wait to see her go to work on the man who had haunted her nightmares. Even Drusilla was eager to see what would happen, but to be safe she covered Miss Edith’s eyes; she didn’t want her dolly having bad dreams.
“Well, well, well. Hello, Dick. Fancy meeting you here,” Willow purred sweetly, then turning to Angelus she asked, “Does he know what you are?”
“No, I didn’t want to spoil your fun. I figured you would want to see his expression when he learned the truth about us.”
“That was thoughtful of you,” she said, then turning back to her captive, she smiled almost shyly and said, “Remember all those countless hours I spent in the ‘cold room’ because you wanted to rid me of my delusions? My crazy fantasies of witches and vampires? Well, these are vampires.”
As she said this, Angelus and Drusilla morphed into their demon forms, as if on cue. Dr. Scholten’s eyes grew wider, and he squirmed with a new burst of energy, his terror evident. He tried to scream as the creatures drew nearer, causing him to choke on the gag. Willow did her best not to laugh.
“Trust me, doctor, if I were you, I wouldn’t waste my time being afraid of the vampires, and I would worry about the witch.”
Dr. Scholten turned his gaze back to Willow, only to discover her hair and eyes had gone jet black. Again she traced her hands along his body, but this time every place she touched seared with a jolt of pain. She reached up and yanked the gag out of his mouth, wanting to hear his screams, and scream he did. Fortunately for all of them, Angelus had chosen this location well. It was out of the way, where no one would hear them, and best of all, disposing of the body would be no problem. When the time came, all they would have to do is shove what was left into the scrap pile, and he would be ground up for dog food.
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Hours had passed, and Willow’s magic had finally been exhausted, but her vengeance had not. She looked around the room, noticing her surroundings for the first time. They were in the kill room, where the cattle were brought to be slaughtered; Angelus really had a sick sense of humor. However, as she glanced around, she saw the advantages of the location. She picked up a long sharp knife from a nearby table and began going to work on him again. First she cut away his clothing, and then she began the long and bloody task of skinning him alive. At times it was frustrating work. The doctor was suffering from severe blood loss and going into shock, several times he slipped into unconsciousness, only to be jolted back to reality by Willow, with the aid of a cattle prod. Sadly though, she could see her fun was nearing its end. No mortal could survive this type of torture forever. However, she was determined to make it last as long as possible.
“p-p-please, kill me,” he whispered for the hundredth time.
“Beg all you like, there’s no way out of this. Maybe I’ll even ask Angelus to turn you so that I can torture you for years,” she replied coldly.
“No,” his eyes filled with a renewed sense of horror, “No please!” There was desperation in his voice as he tried to think of some way to end his torment, “I…I can help you find y-your son.”
“My son is dead! How dare you mention him to me!” her voice shook with rage, as she gave him another harsh jolt with the cattle prod. Dr. Scholten gave out a weak yell; he no longer had the strength for anything more.
“No, he’s…he’s not,” he gasped out when he finally got his breath back.
“You’re lying. You just want me to show you mercy, but it’s not going to work,” her voice became unnaturally high as she tried to choke back her tears.
“I’m not lying. I’ll tell you w-what I know, just please k-kill me.”
“Alright, Dick, tell me what you think you know, and I swear I’ll kill you quickly.”
“Your p-parents.”
“What about them?” Willow asked suspiciously.
“They took y-your son, p-put him up for adoption,” he managed to choke out, his mouth full of blood and broken teeth.
“You’re lying! They wouldn’t do that!”
“They did. They thought it w-was for the best. Ask them.”
“Oh, I will, but not until I’m done with you.”
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It was nearly dawn before Willow finally let the good doctor die. Her mind was reeling, not only from what she had done, but also from what he had told her. What if it were true? Could her son really be alive? She tried to shake the thoughts off, afraid of getting her hopes up. There was no way she could survive another heartbreak. Willow was exhausted, but knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep any time soon. Still it was probably a good idea for her, Angelus, and Drusilla to be leaving.
The redhead made her way out to where the others were waiting. They had all periodically made their way back to watch her work during the night. Drusilla had watched with joy, periodically cheering her on. Angelus had watched her with a mix of admiration and lust. He hadn’t seen a woman capable of such brutality since Darla, and it made him want her all the more. Even the minions had come back to take a peek now and then, their eyes full of shock and wonder at the tiny mortal capable of doing such things. Now all of them were ready to slink off somewhere dark to wait out the sun.
“I’m ready when you are, guys,” she said, eyeing the group of vampires, huddled around a large packing crate, playing cards.
“There’s just one more little surprise before we go,” Angelus said, then noticing how Willow was eyeing him warily, added quickly, “Don’t worry, I think you’ll like this one too.” As he spoke, he led her to another door, continuing to explain.
“You see, when my minions grabbed your doctor, he had his girlfriend with him and so they brought her too. Truth is, I’ve been waiting all night to see what you’d do to her. I had no idea it would take you so long to finish off the shrink.”
“Look, Angelus, I’m not really in the mood for this. I’m tired, and covered in blood, I really just want to go back and take a shower. This girl’s done nothing to me; I think we should just let her go.”
“All right, but first maybe you’d like to take a look at her.”
Willow knew he was up to something, but by now she had learned that it was just easier to play along at times like these. Besides, at that moment she was too emotionally and physically exhausted to do much else. Then he opened the door, and her eyes flew wide with shock as she stared down at the bound and gagged woman huddled on the floor.
“Mother?!” she whispered.