Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/Angelus
Summary: Willow stops in to see her mother and gets an unpleasant surprise.
Spoilers: Series begins just after ‘Lover’s Walk’, now a couple of years have passed, and we’re part way through season six.
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Angelus paced the small motel room for the umpteenth time, his agitation growing exponentially. Where was she? He knew today was the day Willow was going to visit her mother, but she should have been back hours ago, and the dark vampire was starting to worry. He didn’t think the people at that center would try to keep her there, but she had been committed once before, and she never was released. Technically she had escaped. Angelus balled his hands into fists, cursing under his breath. ‘If they’ve done something with her, I’m going to rip their spines out,’ he fumed.
Drusilla watched her daddy pace in silence, rocking Miss Edith and trying to be invisible. It was rare for him to get this worked up over something; normally he was the definition of cool. However, the few times she had seen him like this, she knew better than to draw his attention to her. She had learned the hard way how excessively brutal he could be when he needed to blow off steam.
Suddenly both heads turned toward the door. Someone was coming, someone who reeked of blood. Angelus rushed forward, yanking the door open, trying to push down the panic that was quickly rising within him. There, standing in the cold, covered in blood was Willow. The dark vampire grabbed her, and pulled her into his strong embrace as his hands checked her for injuries. When he was satisfied that she was intact, he maneuvered her to sit on the bed, and shut the door, forcing out the cold.
“Willow, what happened?” he asked, trying to keep his voice calm. The sight of her had started a rollercoaster of emotions within him; relief that she was safe, fear about what had happened to her, not to mention hunger and lust seeing her covered in blood.
Willow looked up at him with eyes that were wide and showing too much white. She opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it again. She clenched her eyes shut and shook her head violently trying to erase the images in her mind. When she opened her mouth again, the words that came out were spoken so softly that Drusilla and Angelus had to strain to hear them.
“I killed him.”
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It took over an hour to get the full story out of Willow. She seemed to be in some state of shock. When he had finally gleaned enough information to decipher where the killing had actually taken place, he left in a hurry, leaving Drusilla to get Willow cleaned up and pack their things.
The drive over was a short one, and Angelus cursed the entire way. He should have been there when this had happened. Revenge was something to be planned out, clean, untraceable, especially for humans. He understood why Willow had lost control, but what she had done could prove to be a monumental nightmare. He just hoped he wasn’t too late.
However, as he rounded the corner, the night sky was lit up by flashes of blue and red, and he knew that they were seriously fucked. Angelus pulled down the street a ways, parked and doubled back on foot. He stood at the edge of the police tape with the rest of the crowd, trying to discern how much they knew. After twenty minutes or so he had learned, thanks to his superior vampire hearing, that the police had no I.D. on the body; they were going to have to use dental records to get his name because Willow had sliced his face up so badly. Angelus couldn’t help the little stab of pride that went through him when he heard this; his witch could really be brutal. The bad news was that they had found the murder weapon, as well as some possible DNA evidence from where she had vomited afterwards. Between the DNA, and the prints they would surely get from the knife, it would be no trouble tracing Willow back to Sunnydale. So much for their big reunion bloodbath. It looked like they were going to have to head back overseas.
By the time Angelus returned to the motel, Drusilla had Willow all clean and ready to go. She had thrown all her soiled clothes and the jacket in a trash bag, and was sitting on the bed, brushing out the redhead’s hair. Angelus briefly explained the situation to the girls, becoming very frustrated while he tried to explain to Drusilla the significance of DNA evidence. She just couldn’t grasp the idea of someone being able to prove that her poppet had killed the bad man, just by finding little pieces of Willow in a pool of sick. However, she did know that Angelus was rarely wrong about such things.
Angelus looked at the redhead, huddled on the bed, and sighed, “I think we should leave the country again.”
Willow’s head shot up at hearing this, “No! I know I screwed up, and I’m sorry, but please Angelus, I want to go home,” she pleaded in desperation.
“Look, little one, I know you’ve been waiting a long time for your little Scooby reunion, hell we all have, but now is not the time. I know that typically the cops can be pretty stupid, but it’s not going to take a genius to figure this out. You have a history with this guy. You accused him of rape. There were witnesses that saw you at his work today. You left DNA evidence and the murder weapon at the scene. Willow, it’s an open and shut case! If we don’t leave now, we may not get another chance. I mean if it was just one or two cops, I could kill them no problem, but we’re talking about a potential nation wide manhunt here. I’m just one vamp, I can’t fix this!” Angelus yelled in exasperation.
“Hey, I’m the one they’re going to be after, not you. I can fix this, I know I can. But if you don’t want to help me, then you are free to go!” Willow replied hotly.
“How!? How are you going to fix this!?” he asked, ignoring her offer for him to leave.
“Okay, it won’t be easy, but in this situation, my knife and the DNA evidence would go to the forensics lab to be analyzed, right? So, all I need to do is hack into their computer system, to find out where that is, then I’ll shut down whatever security systems they have, and we just go in and get it. Then I’ll hack into the flight manifest, and change our arrival time for the day after tomorrow, coming into LAX instead, so that will give me an alibi.”
“All that sounds good, but what about the people here who have seen you? They’re sure to blow that alibi all to hell.”
“I’ll just have to do a few memory charms, no problem.”
Angelus didn’t like the idea of leaving something so important up to magic, but he really didn’t relish the idea of another endless flight overseas. He was willing to give her plan a try.
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Willow felt kind of silly as she snuck into the public library after hours. She needed to get to a computer, quickly, and a library was her best bet, but it still made her feel a bit ridiculous.
Angelus followed close behind her, while Drusilla waited in the car, pouting. She didn’t understand the point of the whole cloak and dagger routine, and thought they should just walk into the police station and kill everybody. Luckily, Willow and Angelus had convinced her to let them try Willow’s plan first. After about half an hour, Willow had everything they needed and they headed out.
The redhead cast a simple charm on the three of them making them able to pass through the squad room unnoticed, not invisible exactly, more like they were able to just fade into the background. As for the surveillance cameras, Willow had set them on a continuous loop so they wouldn’t be caught on film. That had been a little trickier, but her magic was strong, and she could handle it. She had thought about using her magic to just conjure the evidence to her, but she couldn’t risk something going wrong, she needed to do this in person.
The forensics lab was dark and quiet. Willow breathed a sigh of relief. Despite Drusilla’s desire for bloodshed, it was really best if they didn’t have any interference. It took her a few moments to decipher the police cataloging system, but soon found the location of her DNA samples and the murder weapon. She had really been careless. There was a clear thumbprint in the coagulated blood on the knife’s handle. They would have had no trouble tracing the murder back to her. In fact they still might. The goal was to remove all the evidence, then they could speculate all they wanted, but they would never be able to prove anything.
She took a moment to go through the lab computer files; to be sure they hadn’t missed anything. It was difficult typing with rubber gloves on, but Willow had insisted they do this cleanly. They couldn’t afford to leave more evidence behind. She was relieved to discover that the evidence had been cataloged, but not analyzed yet. So, once the items were safely in her pocket, she was ready to go. Angelus halted her for a moment, while he trashed the cataloging bins. Evidence bags went flying everywhere; it would take hours to clean it all up, and even longer to realize that any of the bags were missing. ‘Pretty clever,’ Willow thought, giving him a disarming smile.
The moment she opened the door, her smile disappeared though as she ran smack into a cop on his way to drop something off at the lab. Her spell that helped them blend in, didn’t work when you mowed someone down, and the officer let out a high pitched squeal of surprise, not terribly manly. Before he had the chance to do anything else, Angelus grabbed him from behind and swiftly broke his neck.
The trio left the building quickly. They had what they came for, and did not want to be there when the other officers discovered that one of their own had been murdered right in their station.
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There was only a couple hours left till dawn when Willow dropped Angelus and Drusilla back at the motel. She still needed to ditch the car, which was covered in John’s blood, as well as the rest of the evidence. After stopping to purchase some supplies, she drove just outside of town to an abandoned farmhouse. She pulled the car up behind it, and went to work with the cleaning supplies, removing any fingerprints. She had placed plastic over the seat, to ensure they didn’t get blood on their clean clothes, but now she pulled the plastic up and began wiping the seat down as well. Once the bulk of it was done, she poured kerosene throughout the vehicle, as well as on the bag of bloody clothes and the evidence bags, and lit the whole thing.
She let it burn for a while before walking back out to the main road. It was freezing cold, and she pulled the flimsy spring jacket tighter around her, as she trudged along. After walking a few miles a car pulled up next to her and offered her a ride into town. She was a little worried about being seen, but she was half frozen and very tired so she climbed in. A little man with practically no hair and wire rimmed glasses, talked her ear off the whole way into town. He was a sales rep for some company or other, and had been driving all night. He was grateful to have some company, and Willow was content to just let him talk.
The redhead thanked the little man as he dropped her off in front of the motel, and made a mental note to add him to the list of people getting memory charms.
The first rays of dawn were just starting up over the horizon as Willow let herself into the motel room. She stood for a moment, letting her eyes adjust to the still blackness within, when she was finally able to focus on the naked forms intertwined on the bed. They looked so peaceful lying there, seemingly asleep, but there was a certain tension in Angelus’ body that gave him away.
“How’d it go?” he asked her softly, not wanting to wake Drusilla.
“Just as we planned,” she answered, beginning to strip off her clothes as well. “Tomorrow, I’ll get the supplies to do the memory charms. Once they’re cast, we can get out of here. We’ll need to get a new car though.”
“I’ll take care of that after the sun goes down. Now come to bed, little one.”
Angelus carefully extricated himself from Drusilla, and lifted the covers for Willow. She climbed in gratefully, longing for a little comfort. Theirs had never been what could be called a caring relationship, but there had been a mutual understanding between them lately. She had offered him solace when he needed it most, and now it was his turn to return the favor.
The dark vampire propped himself up on one elbow, so he could use his free hand to trace caressing patterns across Willow’s hot skin. She sighed with pleasure, giving herself over completely to the moment. He lowered his mouth to trace the same pattern with his cool tongue. Her sighs quickly becoming moans as his talented mouth found her left nipple, circling it with his tongue before sucking it into his moist cavern. Soon she was writhing beneath him as he continued his slow ministrations. Her breathing was becoming erratic as he trailed his soft kisses down her body, finally coming to rest at the juncture between her legs.
He pushed her thighs apart, continuing to be gentle, running his tongue along her inner thigh until he found a small patch of scar tissue. He pulled his head back a moment so he could gaze at the mark he had placed upon her. He had lost control when he gave it to her, but he never regretted it, despite how mad she had been at the time. She was his. It was only right that she should bare his mark, even if it was where no one but himself and Drusilla would ever see it. He placed a soft kiss upon the scar, making her shiver slightly before nosing his way up to her core.
She was already slick with need, and Angelus took a moment to just revel in her heady aroma. She always smelled of something spicy and exotic, and he loved it. He ran his tongue along her smooth folds, and was rewarded with a gasp from the eager redhead. His tongue quickly sought out her clit, knowing just what she needed. He sucked the hard nubbin into his mouth as he worked two and then three fingers into her tight channel.
Willow was going insane with her need. Angelus was doing things to her body that she had forgotten were even possible. Spike was the only one who had ever shown her such loving attention before. Sure, Angelus had always been good about satisfying her lust, but it had never been gentle between them, not even that night in the graveyard. At this moment however, he was different. He was making it all about her, and her needs. He was giving her the tenderness she had been craving, and it was almost too much for her. After the horror she had been through in the last twenty-four hours, it was as if she had forgotten such tenderness existed.
Fat tears began to roll down her cheeks as her emotions overflowed. Angelus heard her soft sobbing, and moved himself up her body. He kissed her tears away as he slid himself into her. For a moment her breathing stilled at the feeling of him inside her. Then, he began his slow rhythm again, pushing himself deep within, wanting to take her pain away. He murmured soft words of encouragement in her ear, and continued to kiss away the occasional tear.
Willow clung tightly to him, wanting to pull him farther into herself until there was nothing left of her at all, only him. Her sobbing calmed, but the tears continued, little wet reminders of the pain that was trying to escape her soul. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his mouth to hers. The kiss started gently, but soon became desperate, frantic, as she began to move her body more forcefully against his.
As their rhythm increased, so did Angelus’ need. He didn’t want to lose control like he had the last time, but now it was not an issue of control; it was an issue of wanting her pleasure to come first. They continued to kiss, a battle of tongues and teeth. He could no longer withstand the feelings inside him.
“Willow, please,” he begged her, his voice ragged.
The sound of him begging was enough to push her over the edge, her back arching, muscles clamping around his cock like a fist. Angelus roared his own release, feeling her milking his cold seed into her body.
When it was done he collapsed on top of her, both of them physically and emotionally spent. Angelus rolled off before long, pulling her into his arms so her head was resting on his chest. He used one hand to brush her stray locks away from her face, and kissed her gently on the forehead. Spike was right; he was a poof. But he couldn’t help it. Willow just brought it out of him. He marveled at how his wayward childe could have ever let her get away in the first place. He wouldn’t make the same mistake. He would try to convince her to become his childe willingly, but one way or another he would turn her soon.