Rating: PG
Pairing: W/S
Summary: Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water, Angelus comes back to town! Dum dum dum!!!
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Special Thanks: Kat for checking over my ramblings, Aden for always being happy to see me, and all the super cool people who send me feedback!
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Anya heard the
bell over the Magic Box door, and turned to see the redhead rushing in
from the night. Several other heads turned to see her as well, including
the slayer who let out a disgusted sigh. She did not want to be doing research
with Willow there, so without a word, she pulled herself up out of her
seat and headed for the training room. Willow slipped off her jacket and
hung it on the coat rack, giving everyone a weak smile, trying hard not
to flash her fangs.
“You’re late
again. It’s like some kind of conspiracy with the not showing up on time
and saying la la la, I don’t care if I’m late,” Anya said in frustration.
“Sorry, something
came up,” Willow replied quietly, her voice shaking slightly.
“Well,” Anya
said, her voice softening at the obvious distress of the redhead, “just
try not to let it happen again, okay?”
“Hey, Wills, is everything
all right?” Xander asked with concern.
“It’s fine. Are
we doing a creature feature tonight?” she asked noticing the books strewn
about the table.
“Yeah, but nothing
dire,” Dawn said hopping up from her seat. “I was just about to go for
coffee, can I get you something?”
“No, I’m good.
Thanks though,” Willow replied, giving the girl a brief hug before she
made her exit.
“You know, Will,
I really think something is bothering you. Why don’t you come over here
and tell the Xan man all about it.”
“That’s right;
you should talk about it, because Oprah says that’s the healthy thing to
do. And stress gives you wrinkles and now that you’re going to live forever,
you should really try to reduce your stress and take better care of your
skin so you don’t end up spending eternity looking like an old man,” Anya
offered helpfully.
“An, honey, love
of my life…so, so not helping.”
“I told you,
I’m fine,” Willow said again, flopping into a chair with a heavy sigh.
“And I’m still
not believing you. Did dead boy jr. do something to you? Because if he
did…”
“No, Spike didn’t
do anything wrong. My dad came back to town.”
“Oh, wow. How
did he take the news about…err…everything?” Xander asked with concern.
“Not so good. He kind
of walked in on me and Spike in his bed, and wigged out a bit.”
“I’ll say. There’s
a sight that could chill you to the bone,” the dark haired man said with
a shudder.
“Xander,” Willow
warned.
“Right, sorry.
So what happened?”
“He freaked,
and then I freaked, and then I threw him out.”
“You threw him
out of his own house?” Xander asked in surprise.
“Well, I say
good for you, Willow. After all, possession is nine tenths of the law.
Surely by now you would have squatter’s rights on that house anyway,” Anya
informed her, “You should look into having the property value assessed.”
“Anya, I don’t
really think the property value of the house is the major issue here,”
Xander quipped.
“No, she makes
an interesting point. Say I did want to sell the house, I mean it’s too
big for just Spike and me anyway, how would I go about that?”
Anya spent the
better part of the next hour explaining mortgages and how to tell when
was a good time for real estate, plus the names of several good agents
to list the property with. Unknown to Xander, the ex-demon had been out
house shopping for a place for the two of them to move to after the wedding.
Xander took the news well, he simply sputtered for a few minutes about
not having enough money for a house, before Anya went into some long tirade
about high yield bonds and why couldn’t he ever listen to her and that
they had plenty of money, effectively putting the poor confused man out
of his misery.
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Angelus pulled
his long black convertible up to the curb on a street running parallel
with the Sunnydale promenade. Once all three vampires were standing on
the sidewalk, he fixed his two childer with a solid stare, making sure
he had their undivided attention.
“Okay, you two
are free to hunt here, but be careful. I want you to stay on the lookout
for the slayer and her little pals. Do not, I repeat, do NOT go to the
Bronze, and stay away from the cemeteries, those seem to be the places
she frequents the most. Now I want you to stick together. Take care of
each other, do I make myself clear?”
“Oh yes, daddy,
we will be like two eels in love,” Drusilla assured him.
“Ewww! We so
will not!” Cordelia said in disgust, but noticing Angelus’ glare, she added,
“But we will stick together.”
“Good. Meet me
at Willow’s house before sunrise, and stay out of trouble.”
“Wait,” Cordy
asked as he turned to leave, “Where are you going to be?”
“I’m going to
find my witch,” he replied over his shoulder before disappearing into the
night.
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Spike leisurely
made his way through the Fairview cemetery, looking for something to fight.
He had wanted to go to the Magic Box with Willow, especially considering
how upset she had been before, but she insisted on having her space for
awhile and he was determined to respect her wishes. That didn’t mean he
had to like it however.
Lost in thought,
he almost lost his head when he stumbled on a pair of Neda demons that
were in the process of dismembering a body they had dug up. Spike stumbled
back; falling onto his ass, just as the large blade held by one of the
demons whooshed by his face. He did a quick kick flip and righted himself,
followed by a roundhouse kick that connected with the demon’s chest, knocking
him onto his back, and giving Spike some room to move.
He was a bit
disappointed to only find two Nedas. As demons went, they didn’t pose much
of a challenge. They were slow, and mostly scavenged for food, frequently
digging up fresh graves for corpses to feed on. They were also relatively
short and not terribly muscular, with boar like tusks jutting out of their
mouths and reddish brown manes that reminded him of David Lee Roth and
the nightmare that was the 80s rocker hair-do.
With another
well placed kick, the blonde vampire knocked the blade from the second
demon’s hand, and started in on him with a series of rabbit punches, hoping
to draw the fight out a bit. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that
the first demon was heading back into the fray. Spike grabbed the second
demon by the throat, quickly spinning their bodies together to face the
knife wielding demon coming their way, and used its body as a shield as
the long blade hacked into the back of the other demon’s head, spilling
grey blood and thicker things from the wound.
The demon went limp and became a dead weight in Spike’s hand, which
he quickly dropped. He watched the corpse fall to the ground and then brought
his gaze back up to the remaining demon, his vamp face sliding forward.
The blonde vampire gave an evil grin, reaching forward in a blur of speed
and snapped the demon’s neck, dropping his body on top of the other. ‘Well,’
he thought, ‘that was over too quickly.’
“Not bad,” a familiar voice came from behind him. He turned with a groan
and found himself face to face with the slayer.
“Buffy, what do you want?” Spike asked as he lit a cigarette and started
to walk away.
“Nothing. I heard the fighting and thought I’d come see what’s the what,”
she replied, following him. “Hey, you’re not just going to leave those
guys there, are you?”
“As a matter of fact,” he said, glancing at her nonchalantly over his
shoulder. “I’m the Big Bad, I kill things. I’m not a maid. You want them
gone, you clean it up.”
“God, Spike, you may have a soul now, but you’re still a pain in the
ass!”
“Thank you, slayer. Coming from you, I take that as very high praise
indeed,” Spike replied, quickening his steps trying to get away from the
annoying blonde woman.
“Yeah, well, just because you and your freak girlfriend are all soul
having, don’t think for a minute that I won’t bust both your asses if either
of you step out of line.” Spike stopped at this, spun around and stalked
menacingly back toward Buffy, who instinctively took a step back. Then,
realizing what she had done she stepped forward again and held her ground.
“You stay the hell away from Willow,” he said with a deadly tone, “I
don’t know why she ever considered you a friend, when you obviously don’t
have a loyal bone in your body, but I swear if you come anywhere near her
I’ll kill you. I don’t care whether she wants me to or not, you’ll just
be dead. Got it, slayer?”
“Boy, you’ve really got it bad for that half breed, huh?”
Spike’s answer was a sharp punch in the face that came so fast and hard,
that Buffy was flat on her back with blood pouring out of her nose, before
she ever had a chance to react.
“I think you broke my nose!” Buffy accused, gingerly touching her face
and slowly climbing to her feet.
“You stay away from my mate, or I’ll break a lot more than that,” Spike
replied before storming off to the Magic Box to check up on the redhead.
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Angelus had been
all over town. He had checked Willow’s house first, realizing quickly that
she was not at home, and had apparently never revoked his invitation, since
he was still able to enter without any pesky barriers getting in the way.
It was immediately obvious that his childe was living there with her; his
scent was everywhere, especially the bed. Angelus let out a small growl
at the thought of his childe sleeping with the witch. She belonged with
him, and soon she would be.
He had tried
the Bronze next, careful to keep an eye out for the slayer. Still he had
no luck, but he did find a cute little blonde that looked a little like
Buffy, and greatly enjoyed luring her outside and draining her dry in a
nearby alley. He was also unsuccessful at the Espresso Pump, and then he
remembered the magic store the watcher had bought. It was as good a place
as any for a witch to hang out. The dark vampire looked up the address
in a phone book at the coffee shop, and headed over. By the time he got
there, it was after eleven and peering through the windows, he was delighted
to find his witch there and alone.
Willow heard
the bells above the shop door, and turned to tell whoever it was that they
had just closed and to try again in the morning, when she saw none other
than Angelus staring back at her. Instantly her heart sped up with a combination
of lust and dread. Oh goddess, what is he doing here?! She moved from behind
the counter and cautiously walked toward him.
“Angelus, I wasn’t
expecting to see you again so soon.”
There was something
different about her, something that called strongly to his blood, like
a childe to their sire, but he could hear her heart racing. Spike had not
yet turned her. What the hell was going on?
“Willow, you
look delicious,” he said with an evil grin.
Willow couldn’t
help but return his grin with one of her own, momentarily flashing her
petite fangs. However, a moment was enough for Angelus to notice them,
and he cocked his head to the side with a curious expression.
“It seems we
have a lot to talk about, little one. Why don’t we head back to your place
now so I can fuck you senseless before the girls show up, and then you
can tell us all what’s been happening here,” the dark vampire said reasonably.
“We are not fucking,
Spike would kill you, and did you really bring Dru and Cordy along?”
“I sure did,
but don’t worry, I told them to avoid the slayer. And don’t you worry about
my wayward childe either, he always did like to watch,” he said with a
leer.
“it doesn’t count
when you tie him to a chair, and besides, I don’t want to sleep with you.”
“Oh please, Willow.
You are a woman of exceptional character. Lies do not become you. But no
matter, we’ll just go back to your house and talk then. You may not admit
to wanting me there, but Drusilla is very eager to see you, and I know
you would never turn her out into the daylight, so what do you say?”
“Fine, but I
expect you to behave yourself and get along with Spike if you’re going
to stay the day.”
“You got it,” he said
with a triumphant grin, offering her his arm. Willow paused for a moment
before slipping her arm through his, stopping briefly on the way out to
lock up the shop.
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Spike rounded the corner to the Magic Box, still muttering under his breath about the slayer and what a pleasure it would be to kill her, when he saw them. His mate was coming out of the shop with her arm laced together with that of his sire. The blonde vampire felt his face instantly shift to that of his demon, a low growl escaping his lips. What in the hell was peaches doing here, and why was Willow going with him so happily, like some bloody groupie?! His demon was screaming for blood as a jealous rage washed over him. How dare she betray him, she belonged to him! Spike gritted his teeth, stalking forward. His demon wanted blood and it was going to get it.