Summary: Willow’s life spins out of control, as people who want to ‘help’ her, take over.
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Willow was falling, and fast. She stretched her arms out into the blackness to try to grab onto something, anything, but finding nothing. Panic filled her heart. She began screaming. She was alone, alone with no one to help her. She started flailing her arms and legs and found walls close around her where previously there had been nothing. She was in a box, a coffin, trapped. Her screaming continued as she pounded on the lid, trying to break free. Suddenly the lid came open and she looked up to see Spike staring down at her. He had come for her, and her heart leapt with joy. He had kept his promise. But just as she reached up to him, he smiled cruelly and slammed the lid back down on her.
“Noooooo!!!” Willow screamed, bolting up in bed from the nightmare.
“Wills? Hey Will, it’s ok, you’re ok.” Xander said, rushing to his panicked friend, trying to calm her.
“Where am I?!” she asked, still filled with panic.
“You’re in the hospital. You got hurt. You’ve been out for like three days now.”
“Three days?” she asked softly, finally noticing her clinical surroundings and the I.V.’s running into her arms, then a fresh wave of dread filled her, “Where’s Spike?!”
“He’s gone Will. It’s ok, you’re safe now,” he said in a pacifying tone.
“Gone? Noooooo!!!” she screamed again, becoming hysterical and ripping tubes and monitoring equipment from her body, setting off the alarm in the nurse’s station.
“Help! I need help in here!” Xander yelled out as the I.V. tubes sprayed him with blood and saline. He tried holding her down, but she fought back hard, scratching, kicking, and biting at him.
“Will, please!” he pleaded, “You’re going to hurt yourself, you gotta stop!” as he said this, she landed a hard kick into his groin, and Xander rolled off of her and onto the floor.
Willow bolted for the door, determined to get away from this place, and find Spike, but as she reached for the doorknob, three nurses and a doctor came rushing in, thinking their patient had gone into cardiac arrest. What they found instead was their patient acting like a caged animal; wild, frightened, and dangerous. She took down two of the nurses with ease, and had made it back to the door, but when she opened it, Angel was standing on the other side. She tried to dodge past him, but he was too bulky, and simply grabbed her in a bear hug, pinning her arms to her sides as he carried her back over to the bed, where the doctor and the one remaining nurse were waiting with restraints to tie her down.
Once she was strapped down, they went about reattaching her monitors and I.V.’s. When they were finished the doctor told Angel that he would give her a mild sedative to help her relax. Angel thanked him, and apologized for her behavior, explaining that she had a phobia of hospitals in order to avoid having to tell him the truth. He then asked Xander to give him a few minutes alone with Willow, which he agreed to reluctantly, saying he would go find Buffy and the others and let them know what was happening.
As soon as Xander left, Angel approached her, sitting on the bed to get a better look. She was feverish, and shaking. Her pupils were dilated, and she was obviously delirious. ‘Damn it Spike!’ he thought to himself, Willow must have been drinking from him everyday for it to have gotten this bad. A vampire’s blood could be a powerfully addictive thing to a mortal, and Willow was clearly in withdrawal. He knew what he had to do. He morphed into his demon façade and bit into his wrist, then held it over her mouth, offering it to her.
The effect was immediate. She lifted her head as far off the bed as she could, trying to gain better contact, as she sucked greedily at the wound. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she began to make little mewling sounds at the pleasure and comfort his blood was offering her. Angel felt himself becoming hard from the experience. She was all pale creamy skin, with flushed cheeks, and shining red hair. And then there was the feeling of her hot little mouth sucking on his pulse point, it was no wonder why Spike would want a vixen like her. He was just surprised how he had never noticed what a beauty she was before. He used his free hand to readjust himself, knowing that when he was done here he would have to find a private place where he could jerk off to relieve his now painfully hard erection.
“What are you doing?! Get away from her!” Xander exclaimed as he came back in the room, followed closely by Buffy and Giles.
“Buffy, I know it looks bad, but I had to,” Angel said, jumping up suddenly, forgetting about his now obvious erection.
“You sick fuck! What were you doing to her?!” Xander continued to yell.
“I had to, she needed it,” Angel continued, trying to defend himself, looking to Buffy, hoping she would understand. What he got instead was a look of extreme hurt and betrayal.
“Save it,” she said coldly, “I can’t even look at you right now. Giles, will you please deal with this.” She waited long enough for Giles to give her a nod, and walked back out of the room.
“Xander, will you wait outside please, I need to have a word with Angel alone.” Giles asked, indicating the door, but Xander stalled.
“No way. I’m not leaving dead boy in here with Will, no way!”
“Xander, I quite assure you that I have the situation under control. Now please leave,” he said giving Xander a hard stare.
“Fine. But I’m going to be right outside if you need me,” Xander said somewhat defeated.
“Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind,” Giles said as he left, then once they were alone he stalked purposely toward Angel with the look of ‘Ripper’ in his eyes. “So, now that we’re alone, do you mind telling me what the bloody hell you were doing just now?!”
“Giles I can explain,” Angel began, “Spike’s been feeding her his blood. It’s addictive, and going without it for the last three days has made her sick.”
“So you were just giving her a fix then,” he said coldly.
“I had to. It’s not safe to cut her off cold turkey like that. It could make her go insane, it could even kill her.”
Giles looked at the floor, trying to calm his temper. He knew Angel was telling the truth. Willow had all the signs of such an addiction. He had read about this sort of thing in the watcher diaries. It was rare, but not unheard of, and as much as he hated to admit it, Angel had done the right thing. He needed to redirect his anger back where it belonged, at Spike for doing this to Willow in the first place.
“Alright,” Giles said finally, “what happens now?”
“She needs to be weaned off. It will take a while, but I think I can get her off of it eventually.”
“So you plan to continue feeding her ‘your’ blood.”
“You have a better idea?”
“Well, perhaps we could find some other vampire, and drain them of their blood. It ‘would’ be poetic justice.”
“I wish it were that easy, but the blood needs to be fresh. It has to come directly from the vampire, and I don’t think the blood of some two bit minion is going to be strong enough anyway, not after feeding off of Spike for the last few months.”
“Well, it looks like we have little choice then. But there is one other concern,” Giles said.
“What’s that?”
“Your libido.”
“Excuse me?” Angel asked uncomfortably.
“I don’t think I need to explain myself. Your…err…’arousal’ was obvious when we came in.”
“Oh,” Angel said lamely, and was very grateful he was unable to blush.
“Look, it’s not that I don’t understand, ‘certain needs’ shall we say, I am a man after all, but I think we both know how potentially dangerous ‘your needs’ can be,” he finished, giving Angel a hard stare.
“I swear, I would never lay a hand on her,” Angel said solemnly.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t, but just to be on the safe side, you are not to be alone with her. Do I make myself clear?” Giles asked, pulling a stake from his coat pocket and twirling it around for Angel to see. Angel nodded and looked at the floor uncomfortably. “Well, she seems to be resting at the moment. Why don’t you have Doyle drive you back to the motel for now, the sun will be up soon,” Giles said, leading Angel out of the room, “and don’t worry, I’ll explain everything to Buffy and the others.
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Angel was floating in warm blackness. He was comfortable, happy, but inside of him was a hidden longing, a buried desire. Willow. As he thought of her he felt a tickling sensation moving feather light up his legs, like finger tips tracing minute patterns across his skin. He tried to see what was it was, but his eyes met only blackness.
The sensation continued higher up his naked flesh, until they came in contact with his growing erection. Angel let out a hiss of pleasure, suddenly catching a whiff of a familiar scent. It was spicy, cinnamon, with a hint of clove.
“Willow,” he managed to gasp, and as if that one word had cast a magic spell, suddenly she was there, pushing away the darkness until all he could see was her. Her glowing white skin and flaming red hair. She was a fire, consuming him, burning him with an exquisite flame.
She slid her hands up his shaft, running her thumb across his glistening tip. She then raised her hand to her mouth and licked away the drop of pre-cum that was left behind on her thumb. She moaned softly as she did this, and it occurred to Angel that he was in real trouble. Here was a goddess, from out of some dream, come to seduce his soul right out of him. But as he reached out to push away this beautiful naked girl that was straddling him, his hands betrayed him and pulled her closer instead. Let his soul be damned, he thought, as she raised her hips high, positioning herself with the head of his cock just touching her honeyed core.
“Do you want me?” she asked with a coquettish grin.
“Yesss,” he hissed back at her.
Without further hesitation she impaled herself on his rock hard shaft, causing both of them to cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation. She rode him hard, her head thrown back in ecstasy and her back bowed. Angel felt her fire burn hotter, scorching the soul within him, turning it to cinders, but still he couldn’t help himself, he couldn’t stop now. He arched himself up to capture one perfect rose tipped breast in his mouth, biting down roughly on her nipple. Willow cried out again, finding herself on the verge of her release. She tangled her fingers in his spiky hair, pulling his head away from her breast harshly so she could plant firm kiss on his lips, delving inside his cool cavern with her hot tongue. She then exposed his throat, and bit down hard, breaking his tender flesh with her blunt teeth. The feel of his blood filling her mouth finally sent her over the edge, her muscles clamping around his cock as she continued to ride him through her oblivion.
Angel roared, the demon in him finally taking over as he found his own release and was reborn as Angelus with a fiery vixen riding hard on his cock, his blood covering her lips. Blood. Her blood was calling to him. How long had it been since he had eaten a beautiful young girl he wondered, he couldn’t remember but he was sure it had been too long. As he thought this, his face changed to reveal his demon form, and he grabbed her by the hair, and bit savagely into ‘her’ throat. He expected her to scream, or perhaps fight, but instead she just moaned with pleasure and ground herself harder against him, nearing her second orgasm. He rolled the pair of them over, continuing to drink greedily from her as he pumped his cock into her over and over with bruising force.
Willow cried out as her second release ripped through her, while Angelus continued to pump away, concerned only with his own pleasure. He could feel her weakening as he further drained the life out of her. The knowledge of her rapidly approaching death was like a powerful aphrodisiac, driving him toward his climax. He felt her heartbeat come almost to a standstill, and reared his head back, letting out another loud roar as he came again, filling her with his dead seed.
He looked down then at the little redhead, his amber eyes staring into her half open green ones. She lifted one hand and ran it lightly across his brow ridge, and smiled.
“Thank you,” she said softly, her eyes closing, and her hand falling limply at her side. Angelus listened closely for the sound of her heartbeat, but heard nothing, she was gone. He bent his head down and kissed her, almost reverently.
“No, thank you darlin’,” he said with an evil grin.
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Angel bolted up in bed, shaking uncontrollably and feeling nauseous. It had been a dream, ‘just a dream’. He started to slide out of bed and was disgusted to discover that he had once again soiled his sheets. He sighed in frustration and headed into the bathroom to take a cold shower. Passing a half asleep Doyle along the way.
“Another dream?” Doyle mumbled.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Angel replied tersely.
“Sure thing, wake me up if you change your mind. Oh, and there’s a bottle of whiskey in my coat pocket if your needin’ a little liquid comfort,” and with that Doyle rolled over and went back to sleep.
Angel let the ice cold water cascade over his body, giving him slight goose bumps. Generally vampires were impervious to fluctuating temperatures, but luckily freezing water still had some effect on his body. He stuck his head under the water, and tried to clear his thoughts.
The last three days had been sheer hell for him. He had been forced to visit Willow twice a day so she could feed from him, each time giving her slightly less of his blood. The plan was working, and she was starting to become rational again, but the effect on ‘him’ had certainly been less than positive. He kept having the same dream, over and over. It was beyond erotic, it was beyond sensual. She called to him, both his demon and his soul, he was falling for her. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything in his entire existence. He wanted to feel her hot flesh writhing below him, around him, and it was driving him insane.
True to his word, Angel had not allowed himself to be alone with her even once, and it was a good thing too, otherwise he would have already pounced on her. But everyday it was getting harder to control himself, and soon he doubted if even the threat of being staked by Buffy would be enough to deter him from ravaging that poor girl.
He tried again to collect himself. In less than an hour Giles would be expecting him at the hospital, and he needed to have it together. ‘Just two more weeks,’ he thought, ‘two more weeks and she’ll be back in Sunnydale and I’ll be in LA where I belong. Far away from her.’
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Angel arrived at the hospital, to the sound of arguing voices. As he neared Willow’s room, the sound became louder, and he saw Xander standing just outside the door, staring daggers at the floor, and listening intently.
“Look Mr. Jeffries…”
“That’s ‘Giles’,” Giles said, clearly livid.
“Look Mr. ‘Giles’, I’m sure you mean well, but we are Willow’s parents, and I think we know what’s best for our daughter,” a tall redheaded woman resembling Willow said as Angel entered the room seeing five rather angry people standing near Willow’s bed.
“What’s going on?” Angel asked, looking over at Giles and Buffy.
“Who are you?” asked a short, slightly balding man, presumably Willow’s father.
“I’m Angel; I’m a friend of Willow’s.”
“That’s the one,” the doctor said with a disgusted tone, “My nurses have reason to believe he’s been giving your daughter some kind of drugs. One of them even thought she saw him feeding her his blood.”
“Don’t be absurd. If he was doing any such thing, one of us would have seen something,” Giles lied.
“Regardless, I would like you to leave Mr. Angel,” Ira Rosenberg said.
“I think you better go as well Mr. Giles, Bunny…”
“That’s ‘Buffy’,” Buffy said, unwilling to be given the brush off.
“…sorry, ‘Buffy’, this is a decision for Willow’s ‘family’ to make. And while I appreciate that you all care for our daughter, I assure you that as clinical psychologists, both my husband and I feel confident that Willow needs to be somewhere where she can get help with her emotional problems.”
Just then, as if on cue, Willow sat up as far as her restraints would allow, and began calling out for Angel. He resisted going to her, not wanting to escalate the situation, but this only made Willow howl in fury.
“What are you waiting for?! I need you!” she screamed in rage, clearly unaware there was anyone else in the room, “My blood is burning! Help me, please!” and then she collapsed back on the bed, writhing in her discomfort, trying to pull free from her restraints.
“Out! Now!” the doctor said, ushering everyone but the Rosenberg’s out of the room.
Once they were outside, with the door shut tight, they looked at each other, in bewildered confusion, unsure how to protect Willow from her own parents. Angel leaned against the wall near the door, holding his hand up to silence the others so he could better here the discussion going on inside the next room. Listening hard he was able to discern two phrases that chilled him to the bone; ‘psychiatric facility’ and ‘experimental procedures’. ‘Oh Christ’, he thought, what were those monsters planning on doing to her?