See previous parts for disclaimer, etc.
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"Are you sure you're ready to face them?" Angel asked
gently. Willow had made surprising progress during
the last week, learning to come to terms with her new
life as a demon. Angel was impressed at her strength
in dealing with everything that had happened. It
filled him with a feeling of pride in his childe's
accomplishments, something the souled vampire hadn't
felt in longer than he could remember.
"I'm sure," Willow answered resolutely. She was
determined not to let her status as a vampire
interfere with the relationship she had built with her
"family." Besides, she wanted to be able to assure
them face to face that they had made the right
decision by asking Angel to turn her, a decision that
Angel himself still sometimes questioned.
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Although Willow's initial adjustment to life as a
vampire had gone well, she was starting to become more
and more irritated and short-tempered. It was worst
when Angel was around, something that Willow had found
surprising. She had expected her sire's presence to
have a soothing effect. But lately, it was just the
opposite. Whenever he came close to her, Willow could
feel herself becoming more and more agitated. She
would be fine one minute, sitting in the office
chatting with Cordelia over coffee. Then, she would
feel him coming back, and her tension would build
exponentially. She would become furious for no
reason, throwing temper tantrums reminiscent of her
childhood. And no matter how much she regretted it
and wanted to stop, Willow didn't seem able to control
herself around her sire.
Angel could feel the tension radiating from his childe
as she paced the floor angrily. She was supposedly
upset about the way something had been recorded in the
computer system, but Angel knew it was more than that.
He'd been hoping to postpone it for a while longer or
perhaps avoid it altogether. But it was becoming all
too clear that something had to be done.
The redhead was in the middle of a rant when Angel
stood up suddenly. "Everyone else get out. Willow
and I need to settle something." He caught a slight
scent of fear from the others and saw the redhead's
eyes flicker amber.
"But Angel, we've got a case to work on," Wesley
protested.
"It can wait. Everyone go now." The dark vampire
never took his eyes off his childe as the others
gathered their things and left. As the door swung
shut behind them, Angel finally addressed the redhead.
"Is something bothering you, Willow?"
Willow was panicked. She didn't know what to say. Of
course something was bothering her, but how could she
explain it? How could she tell him that just his
presence seemed to drive her crazy? The dark vampire
took a step towards her, and Willow unconsciously
backed up.
"Am I bothering you, Willow?" Angel asked. His voice
was low and seductive, and the sound of it sent
shivers down the redhead's spine. He moved towards
her again, and watched her back away once more.
"Yes," Willow hissed. Her body was humming with the
desire to destroy something, anything to get rid of
the horrible tension she felt.
"I can fix it, princess," Angel whispered. "Come
here."
Willow was frightened. Angel suddenly reminded her so
much of his soulless counterpart. "No," she
whispered.
Angel stared at her impassively for a moment. Then,
without warning, he moved towards her and caught her
in a tight embrace. Willow struggled frantically
against him, but the dark vampire was too strong for
her. He pressed her face to his neck. Willow's face
changed, the demon screaming for her to taste her
sire's blood. "Drink me, Willow," Angel whispered
softly.
With a low growl, Willow dug her fangs into her sire's
neck. She drank hungrily, the blood spilling down her
chin as she lost herself in the heady sensation.
Angel released his hold on her, overwhelmed by the
effect her feeding had on him. He felt his face
change as a low growl emanated from his chest. He
pulled her away and tore at her shirt. He barely
glanced at her pale form before sinking his teeth into
her breast and drinking their combined blood. The
redhead answered with a loud moan. "Angel," she
murmured softly.
In the back of his mind, Angel argued that this wasn't
right. He never intended for this to happen, thinking
that having Willow drink from him would be sufficient
to calm the sire / childe bond. But he had been
sorely mistaken. His demon raged at him to take the
redhead right there on the floor, to possess and be
possessed by her completely. His mind whispered
reminders of how long it had been since he'd had a
woman, how desperately lonely his existence was. But
the sound of his name tumbling from the redhead's lips
quickly brought him back to the reality of the
situation. He withdrew his fangs from her flesh and
struggled desperately to regain control of his
emotions.
"Angel?" the redhead whispered softly. "What's
happening?" Her breath was coming in short
unnecessary gasps. Her shirt still hung open,
exposing the smooth creamy flesh now marred by her
sire's bite.
Angel stared down into his childe's expectant and
confused face. She stared up at him with amber eyes,
surprised by how beautiful she now found his demon
visage. Where before it had been a frightening sight,
the redhead now found it strangely calming.
Tentatively, she reached a hand up to caress the
ridges of his face, eliciting a low growl from her
sire.
"Willow," Angel gritted. "Please don't do that."
The redhead withdrew her hand as if his flesh had
suddenly burned her. Tears started to form in her
eyes as she hastily tried to pull together the
remnants of her shirt. "I'm sorry, Angel. I, I
should go change." The redhead turned away and began
to walk towards the stairs.
Angel was at her side in an instant. He clasped one
large hand under her chin and jerked her head up to
look at him. "Childe," he whispered softly. The word
sent shivers down the redhead's spine. He closed his
eyes and forced his human face to return, allowing him
at least the appearance of control. "Willow," he
whispered. "It's the bond. This is part of the bond
we now share."
"Is that why I've felt so strange lately? Because we
weren't."
Angel nodded. "I didn't want to tell you about it. I
was hoping it wouldn't be a factor, that the souls
would make it less of an issue."
Willow's head drooped slowly. "You don't want me."
"It's complicated. You are my friend, you've always
been my friend. But I'm not blind, Willow. I can see
what a beautiful woman you are, what a gorgeous
vampire I've created in you. Right now it's taking
every ounce of self-control not to throw you down
right here and fuck you and drink you until you're too
exhausted to even move." He released her chin and
turned away. "Gods, Willow, do you have any idea how
long it's been since I was with a woman?"
"I know," the redhead answered softly. Angel nodded.
"Do you want me, Angel?" the redhead asked fearfully.
Angel stared down into his childe's amber eyes once
more. "Yes," he breathed. "Do you want me?"
Willow's surprise at her sire's question was evident
on her face. "I mean, me, Angel. Not just your sire.
Do you want me?"
Willow opened her mouth to speak, then abruptly closed
it again. "I don't know if I'm even thinking straight
right now," she finally said. "I've always found you
attractive, but you were always Buffy's."
Angel shook his head. "No, not anymore."
"No, I suppose not." Angel watched curiously as a
flicker of pain crossed the redhead's face. "I love
someone else," she offered weakly.
"That's not what I asked, Willow. What we're feeling
right now, it goes beyond human emotion. It's in the
blood. I'm not asking for your love, I'm asking if
you want me."
"Yes," the word had barely tumbled from her lips
before she found her sire's lips pressed firmly
against them. His tongue flicked across her lips,
demanding entrance. As his tongue plundered her
mouth, Willow let out a soft moan. Her legs seemed to
turn to jelly and she melted into her sire's embrace.
"Angel," she murmured as he released her lips.
Angel swept her up off her feet and carried her
swiftly down to his bedroom. He laid her on the bed
gently and began to kiss her again. His body and
demon screamed for more contact as his hands deftly
removed the remnants of her shirt. He trailed kisses
down her throat and chest. He licked the bite mark
he'd made earlier and smiled at the redhead's soft
whimper. Angel removed her bra and flung it to the
floor as his mouth feasted on her breasts.
Willow moaned softly under her sire's attentions. She
wondered idly if the incredible sensations she was
having were because of the dark vampire's years of
skill or because of the bond. But that thought was
quickly lost as Angel slid off her pants and shredded
her panties. She unconsciously arched her back,
begging for his touch.
Angel breathed in the scent of her arousal, letting it
wash over him. Ignoring his childe's silent pleas for
his touch, Angel stood and quickly disrobed. The
redhead's eyes flickered open at the loss of his
touch, and she drew in a startled breath at the sight
of his naked body.
Angel stood still for a moment, letting the redhead
devour him with her eyes. He noticed a slight scent
of fear as the redhead's gaze settled on his thick
erect cock. "I don't want to hurt you," Angel said
softly.
Willow brought her eyes up to meet her sire's. "Not
even a little?" she asked timidly.
Angel smiled slightly, reminded that in spite of her
soul and human appearance, she was still a demon.
"Maybe if you want me to," he said huskily.
Willow returned his smile shyly and beckoned him back
into bed. Angel chuckled softly and settled in next
to his childe. "There's no turning back now, is
there?" the redhead whispered softly.
Angel shook his head. "Do you want to?"
"No," Willow breathed. Tentatively, she leaned her
head up to catch Angel's lips with her own. She
kissed him softly. As he returned the kiss, it became
more forceful, demanding. He sucked her lower lip
into his mouth and bit it gently, drawing tiny
droplets of blood. Willow moaned in response.
Her hand trailed down his smooth chest, coming to rest
at the base of her sire's cock. She clasped her
slender fingers around his length and squeezed gently.
She was rewarded with a low groan. Encouraged, she
began to stroke him slowly, marveling at the sounds he
made. Then, abruptly, he grabbed her hand and stilled
her movements.
Willow stared at him with hurt and confusion on her
face. "Wait a little while, princess," Angel said
raggedly. Willow nodded. Angel trailed one hand down
the redhead's stomach, skimming her cool flesh with
talented fingers. She squirmed beneath his hand,
eager for more intimate contact. As he slipped his
hand over her soft mound of curls and lightly caressed
her sex, Willow let out a ragged whimper. Angel
smiled and bent his head to kiss her mouth as he
inserted one long finger into her wet channel. The
redhead moaned into his mouth and spread her legs
wider to allow him access. Angel stroked her gently
for a moment, swallowing the small sounds of pleasure
she made. He inserted another finger, then another,
trying to prepare her for him as much as possible.
The redhead writhed and bucked under his touch. She
tore her lips away from his and began to softly babble
his name. She groaned as Angel's thumb began to worry
her clit. The dark vampire worked his fingers inside
of her faster and harder as she begged him for more.
He bent his head and bit into her breast as she
exploded in orgasm, her sex clutching wildly at his
questing fingers. Angel licked his lips of her blood
before removing his fingers from her and cleaning them
carefully with his tongue.
Willow lay beside him, her body trembling from
sensations she'd never experienced before. Even her
best encounters with Oz hadn't compared to the
intensity she'd just experienced. She licked her lips
unconsciously as she watched Angel lick her juices
from his hand. She stared in wonder as the ridges of
his face emerged, then faded, then reemerged. He
opened his amber eyes to stare at her, a silent
question on his face. "Sire," Willow whispered.
That single word was all the further encouragement the
dark vampire needed. He slid his body on top of hers,
his large frame dwarfing her smaller one. With one
hand, he slid the head of his cock across her wet slit
before beginning to ease slowly into her. They both
hissed in pleasure as he stretched her walls. "So
tight," Angel muttered. He continued to ease into her
slowly, trying to allow her to adjust to his size. He
began to move slowly, teasing her with his deliberate
movements. Willow bucked underneath him, desperate
for more. Angel began to speed up his thrusts,
pounding into the redhead forcefully. His thrusts
were punctuated by grunts and soft whimpers as he
drove into her solidly. He barely registered the
crash of the bed collapsing underneath them from the
force of their mating, and his strokes never slowed.
As he felt himself nearing the limits of his control,
Angel threw his head back, offering his blood to his
childe. As she sank her teeth into him, Angel howled
and emptied his seed into the redhead's trembling
form.
Willow withdrew her fangs from her sire's neck and a
contented sigh escaped her lips. Angel looked down at
her, a slight smile crossing his face. He placed soft
kisses on her lips and eyelids. The familiar green
had returned when her eyelids fluttered open once
more. "Sire," she breathed softly before her eyes
fluttered closed once more.
"Childe," Angel replied. He slid off the redhead and
drew her small body to him. She snuggled into his
side, one arm draped carelessly across his chest. "My
childe," Angel whispered to himself before drifting
off to sleep with a smile on his face.