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~Part: 41~
“Hey guys. What’s the what in demon-hunting land? We still got our own personal vampire infestation in the old Hyperion?” A swaggering, if still bandaged and sore, Charles Gunn whirled through the frosted glass doors. “Where’s the glowering one?”
“Charles! Hi!” Cordy smiled, happy to see him healing nicely. “God, it’s been like forever since you graced us with your presence.”
“Well thanks to that…” His eyes darted around the lobby quickly before he continued, voice considerably lowered. “Uh…Thanks to Mina. Broken ribs are a bitch. Especially when your boys rent you South Park, Austin Powers and nearly every Monty Python movie ever made. So where’s Angel?”
The seer and ex-watcher exchanged a quick glanced that went unnoticed by their friend. “He’s still upstairs,” Wesley informed.
“And the rest of the fang gang?” He asked. An unexplainable twisting in his gut had him on edge quickly.
“Mina is out, uh, acquiring dinner.”
“And Spike is upstairs. So I thought you were coming in today.” Cordy swiftly changed the subject. No way was she explain the current screw up that is their lives.
“Yeah, well then I remembered Vamperella would be holed up in here. And it work out too, cause the bitch is gone. And since when did we become a vampire haven? I thought we killed them.”
“You can try.”
Gunn froze, wincing as he recognized the deceptively sweet and tempting voice of his nemesis. Mina, amused beyond belief, walked in and stood in front of the tall young man, her bag of sandwiches and chips between them.
“Well…Aren’t ya gonna try?”
Cordy slipped next to the vampire. “Here. Let me take this. Wouldn’t want my chicken salad to get squished in the ensuing battle.” As she unloaded and picked through the selection of sides, Gunn and Mina continued their stand-off.
“Look Charles Gunn…I am so sick of your attitude. Angel informed me of your loss, and I’m sorry… Well not really, but it sounds good, doesn’t it?” He went to bark at her, however she place a slender finger in front of his lips, a hairs breath away, effectively shushing him. “Anyway…I’m sure you have every right to hate us. But since I can break you in half before you can even decide to stake me, you need to check yourself.” She eyed him levelly, wondering and almost hoping he would want to have another dance. “Are we clear?”
“Yeah, fine, whatever.” He moved to the side, gliding around, and thankfully away from her. “So when’s Angel coming down? Was there a fight last night?”
From looks of Wesley and Cordelia, Mina knew that the boy had not been told what occurred during his absence.
“No…No fighting last night,” the young brunette offered evasively.
“So no knew cases? No visions?”
“Nope.”
“Wow… been pretty quiet then, huh?”
“Uh…yeah.”
“Oh! For the love of Satan! Just tell him already.” The vampire had settled on the counter, thumbing through one or the seer’s fashions magazines. She hopped down gracefully, and marched up the stairs. “All you’re doing is delaying the inevitable.” She stomped. “Buncha fucking pussies sometimes…” Was the last thing they picked up as she disappeared onto the second floor.
~~~*~~~
“Well, that was pleasant.” Cordy moved to the computer. She had some data to input, and had been seriously slacking off since Willow arrived. Now was the perfect time to catch up and pretend to ignore her surroundings.
“Yeah, well she IS a ball of sunshine.” Gunn reached in his pocket, pulling out a prescription. He popped a pill in his mouth, getting water from the cooler.
“Still hurts, huh?” Cordy wished Gunn could call a truce with Mina. She was really very nice when you let her in just a little. In a weird way, she trusted her, and even Spike <sex crazed as he is>.
“Yeah. The girl’s got mad skills. She could make some serious cash as one of them female wrestlers in the WWE.”
“HA!” Wesley laughed, catching himself quickly.
“So, what should you just tell me already?”
“Oh no, I’m leaving this up to the brood master. Although he hasn’t been too broody…”
“Wes….C’mon man. It’s not like somebody died. What’s up?”
The brunettes shared a glance again. This time he noticed.
“What?” It was almost a growl. Finally he noticed something else. “Where’s Willow?” The apprehension was thick in his voice. Sure she was sleeping with the enemy, but she was nice. “Cordy… what happened?” He sank into a round settee, suddenly exhausted.
Wes headed for the stairs. "I’ll get Angel. He was here when…”
~~~*~~~
Wesley was at the top of the stairs, listening as Mina berated Angel in the hallway outside his door.
“Get down there right now, Angelus. Explain it to him before they do and he looses it. He’s too fucking hot-headed, and if he even looks at her wrong, I will snap his neck, and won't be bringing him back.”
“What is it, Wesley?” His scent and heartbeat gave away his presence, so he stepped about the corner, albeit sheepishly.
“It’s Gunn. He’s here and the….um…Willow has come up. I think you need to tell him what’s transpired.”
The vampire looked form Mina to Wesley, feeling trapped between them, and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Fine.” He followed as Wesley turned back toward the stairs. “Mina, keep Spike up here until I say otherwise,” he nearly growled as he set off to another unpleasant task.
~~~*~~~
The talk with Gunn went a little better than the dark vampire expected. The young man had only threatened to kill Spike twelve times before Angel stopped counting. Now he was waiting downstairs, like the other humans, until Willow was in control enough to see her former friends that were now, potentially, dinner.
“Spike, can I go hunt? I want to find something to eat myself. I can hear them, and smell them, and it’s driving me insane. Angel, why can’t I just taste Gunn or Wesley?” She whined as she walked the room, examining all the pieces of art that Angel had managed to collect over the centuries. He only took a few items with him when he moved to L.A., but they were choice and very expensive. He took an $40,000 crystal urn from her small hands, and carefully placed it on the shelf.
“I told you, they are my friends. Like family. They will protect you, so no snacking.” He spoke in a cadence, hoping to get past the demon and through to the woman underneath.
“I’ll only take a little.” She smiled up at him, lips curled devilishly. <I’m gonna break that urn if he takes one more thing from me.>
“No, childe. Spike!”
“Willow, I can’t eat them, Mina can’t eat them so you definitely can’t eat them. But as soon as they’ve outlived their usefulness, I’ll give you your bloody pick of the lot. How’s that?”
“Okay. Then can we, uh, you know, go to your room and uh, you know…”
“Sure pet, let’s go.” Laughing that she still couldn’t say sex, he grabbed her hand and led her to a right proper shagging.
~Part: 42~
“Okay…so now we got four vampires and three humans in this place. The balance of power has shifted around here and I ain’t one bit happy.” Gunn continued his tirade after Angel left them to go back and check on sire and childe.
“I understand your apprehension, Gunn, believe me, but Cordelia says the girl was going to die. I’m not sure they did the RIGHT thing, but it was the only way vampires know how to resolve that kind of situation.” The watcher had begun his usual pompous pacing, voice slightly deeper, as he explained his educated view of the situation.
“Whatever. I’ll stake ‘em dead if they come after any of us.”
“Well, I’m sure that it won’t come to that. I hope.” Wesley liked Willow Rosenberg. She was a gentle soul. He only hoped that some of that quality was passed on to the demon, tempering her brilliant mind.
“Charles… You gonna take them on like you took on Mina earlier? Or last week, broken rib boy?” Cordelia was tired of the whole topic. “Mina is not a joke. She is a vampire, gentlemen, and will kill you, Gunn, in a heartbeat, and convince Angel that you deserved it. He likes us, but he loves HER. And Spike. So I would just relax and let everything go.”
“Relax?”
“Yes, Angel and Mina, and even William the Bloody, will keep Willow in line. I’m not worried about it. What I WORRY about is you flapping your gums and getting that blond homicidal maniac in a bad mood. He has Angel wrapped. Personally I think he’s had him wrapped since the day brood boy turned him, but we only need to worry about the now. And I say keep Spike happy and everyone is happy.”
She went back to catching up on her work, praying she got through to the demon hunter; praying that the blond vampire would not call for her; praying that he would.
~~~*~~~
Willow wanted to see the humans downstairs. They had been friends at one time, making life easier for her human self. Fortunately for Gunn, she had never been informed of his ill thoughts about her sleeping with Spike. She felt like she could greet them all without losing control.
“I’m ready to see them.” The redhead pulled away from her sire’s neck, blood still dripping from her lips.
“You sure, luv? Spike licked away the stray drops.
“Yep. I have to see them sooner or later, right?”
“Come on then.”
They left the room, hand in hand, rounded the hallway to the staircase and descended slowly. Cordelia was at the computer, actually working. Gunn was polishing his axe, which had been neglected while he recovered. None of the humans noticed the vampires’ stealthy approach until both were standing at the counter, peering at them, eyes unreadable.
“Ahhh! Jesus Willow! You guys scared me half to death.” The brunette's nerves were frazzled. Gunn stood, the axe by his side, not forgotten.
“Mmmm…” Willow sniffed in the ex-cheerleader’s general direction. “Sorry, Cordy,” she added with a tilt of her head, leaning into the blond. “She smells good. Is that what they all smell like, you know, when you chase them?” She asked, hungry for knowledge.
“Yeah, Red. Better cause the bint’s not really afraid of us right now. Just startled.”
“Hey, I smell just as good as anyone else!” An indignant Cordy chimed in before thinking.
“Hello, Gunn. Are you here for my birthday party?”
“Excuse me?” The bald young man’s incredulous _expression was laughable.
“Spike said I can have party to celebrate my new life. Shut up, Cordy,” she snapped, effectively cutting off the biting quip the brunette was about to fire at the redhead. “My Sire says I get to pick three people to eat tonight. And you smell so yummy. I could smell you upstairs.”
“WHAT??? Where the hell is Angel?” The demon hunter’s eyes frantically scanned the upper walkway.
“Now now, luv, we talked about this. No snacking on Angelus’ pets. He wouldn’t like it.”
“But why? I know I can control it, and I only want a little.” She was in full pout as Cordy sat and watched in awe. This was Willow, arguing with SPIKE about eating GUNN!
“NO! We’ll fetch up something better, don’t fret.” He kissed the top of her head.
“Fine, but I don’t see why we have to listen to HIM. He has a soul.”
“Because soul or not it’s his blood in my veins, so I have to listen to him, and you have to listen to me.” She walked away from him and flopped on the settee, the blond’s eyes following her until he was sure she had no ulterior motive.
Hopping gracefully over the counter, his stare penetrating the seer, Spike lit a cigarette as he listened intently. Gunn was unnerved by his behavior, his grip tightening on his weapon of choice. The blond just glanced at him dismissively and chuckled.
“So how are you feeling?” He asked.
Cordelia was surprised that he took time to find out about her condition or that he even cared, now that he had Willow as a mate and his childe. “I’m fine. Just tired.” She flashed a smile.
Gunn presumed that the blond was concerned because the seer had been there when Willow got hurt, and at the hospital when Willow was turned, and she may have been upset over her friend's death. For that’s what the redhead was now to Gunn - Dead.
“Good. Rest up, pet. I’m taking her hunting, but I’ll check on you when I get back. We have some unfinished business.”
She resisted the urge to tell him second-hand smoke was not good for the baby, remembering that Gunn was also clueless about the baby. “Sure. We can talk.”
Spike raked his eyes over her form, licking his lips, before meeting her gazed. “Yeah, talk.” He turned, the duster billowing, and he and Willow were gone before either human could exhale.
“What unfinished business?” Gunned eyed the seer coolly.
~Part: 43~
The two vampires walked in silence, occasionally disturbed by Willow’s squeals of delight upon discovering yet another new ability. Spike was happy watching her animated displays of pleasure.
Abruptly she stopped, sniffed the air and took off around a corner into a darken alley, following a scent her sire knew well.
In a corner, behind a box and barely visible to the naked eye, a young man, tall, slender, but strong, held a girl, perhaps 18, by her wrists, while he thrust violently inside her, her screams of pain and terror muffled by the gray tape over her mouth.
Willow watched, unnoticed by the rapist or victim, fascinated by the aromas in the air. The man was strong and viscious, taking perverse pleasure in the girls pain. The blood dripping down her legs was the catalyst that sent the new vampire into motion.
“Hey!” She said, a few feet behind him. He was so startled that he jumped, imbedding his cock deeper into the traumatized female as she cried out in protest of this new torture, barely audible. He turned quickly, putting a knife to the girl’s neck, pulling her in front of him as a shield, from what he assumed were the police.
“Stay back! I’ll kill her,” he threatened.
“Oooooh…I’ll kill her,” the redhead mocked, eyes widened for effect. She took a step forward as the man realized, incorrectly, that Willow was alone, and NOT the long arm of the law, winding its way even into this desolate alley.
“Alright, you little bitch,” he spat, punching his victim in the face until she passed out. He dropped her to the ground and eyed Willow appreciatively, enticing a growl from the blond vampire hidden in the shadows. “I’ll fuck you now. She can wait.”
Willow tilted her head, forcing her demon down, not ready to give up the game yet. “You can try.”
He reached for her, the knife held loosely, like he was comfortable wielding it. With her new speed she disarmed the rapist easily, giggling at his shock of finding himself suddenly at the mercy of a tiny, but strong girl. She rammed him face first into the wall where he’d been fucking the other one, and sliced him across the back. The scent of his blood had her demon screaming with visions of cruelties and torture.
“Mmmm. Now what were you going to do? What’s your name?” She banged his head on the rough concrete surface.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Let me go or I’m gonna…”
“You’ll what?” She laughed. “Fuck me?” She cut him again on the back of his neck, licking the knife clean. “What is your name?” This time it was a growl.
“Scott….” He grunted as she further twisted the arm she held behind his back.
“And I’m Willow. Now isn’t this much better? Like we can be best friends now!” She exclaimed with false enthusiasm.
“When I get free…”
Willow laughed some more, a genuine belly laugh, and the man’s bravado was shaken. “What’s so funny, bitch?”
“Well…You are!” She answered though the laughter. “I mean, here you are, a big strapping young male of the species, and not ugly, raping a girl in an alley, only to be subdues by little ole me, and your still making threats about what you’re GONNA do. And it’s funny ‘cause even if I do screw up and you get past me, you still won’t get past him.”
Spike stepped out of the shadows as the man’s fear elevated to a new and more appreciative level. The blond enjoyed watching his childe play with her food, and couldn’t wait to see what else she had up her sleeve.
“Now hold on….What is this? Who the fuck are you, man?” He tried to push off the wall and dislodge the young vampire, but her grip was final and unrelenting.
“Sorry, mate, but Red here is asking the questions. Be a good little toy and shut up. You’re cocking up my fun.” In truth, his feeble protests were amusing to the blond. Humans were incredibly stupid, always believing only in what they can see, judging books by the covers. Scott was a shining example of that stupidity.
“Scott, I think you need to be paying attention to me,” Willow pouted. “Spike’s done this a million times and it’s my turn now.” She used the knife to slice his waist band, 'accidentally' cutting into his flesh in spots in the process. When she had access to his cheeks she ran her hand over one and rubbed the blood around, slapping it hard, causing him to jump.
“Such a firm ass, Scott. Isn’t this a firm ass, Spike?” The blond nodded his agreement, lighting a smoke. “Do you work out?”
“No! What do you want from me?!!!” He was trembling, muscles taunt and strained as he continuously attempted escape.
“Patience Scott…Right now, I want patience.…And what I want is to fuck you. I know you didn’t get to give it to me, like you promised,” she purred in his ear, “but it was the thought that counts, right?”
“I don’t understand…” His eyes widened at the sight of the blond. “No! No! Stay away from me!”
“Oh bloody hell, man. I’m not even touching you!” Spike grinned. <Homophobic creep!>
With that Willow rammed the knife into Scott’s ass as she shifted into the demon and sank her fangs in his neck, tearing roughly with both weapons. His screams fed her demon as much as the blood, now spiced with anguish and desperation. All in all she was pleased with her meal, letting him sink to the ground, nearly drained.
Spike clapped his approval. He knew she would be treacherous, but not so early in her training. Mina would be pleased as well. He looked down at the girl as she began to stir.
“What about her? Did you mean to save the chit from the big bad wolf there?” Willow let the demon fade and eyed the victim thoughtfully.
The girl struggled to her feet, Willow assisting at the last minute, ripping off the tape. “Thank you! Oh, God. He was… Is he dead?” She was flustered and weak, knees shaking from Scott’s abuse.
“Oh yeah.” Willow lunged at her in demon face, tearing into her neck, the near-dead woman’s attempts at speech just gurgles.
She grinned up at Spike. “You want some, Sire?”
~Part: 44~
The phone rang, saving Cordelia from facing Gunn’s questioning gaze, for the moment.
“Angel Investiga… Oh Hi Xander.” She covered the phone with hand, mouthing ‘get Angel now’.
“I’m Sorry, what was that, Xander? ….No, Willow is not available...I don’t think it’s a real good time, ya know, with her being all vampy now….Yes…Well she didn’t ask for any of you specifically, well except Buffy, but…uh, nevermind….Hold on, I have another call.” She placed the boy on hold seeing the vampire racing down the stairs, followed by an irritated Gunn.
“It’s Xander wanting to talk to Willow. I don’t think we should tell him she is out HUNTING with her SIRE. Might spark a new interest in soul restoration.” He took the phone from her.
“Harris….Yes….No you cant talk to her right now but…I’m sure she’ll want to speak with you soon….She’s fine…Yes, she’ll call soon…And Harris, I meant what I said about the soul.” He hung up and stared off for a moment.
“Angel?” Gunn called him out of his trance.
“When they get back, she needs to call Sunnydale. Get them off our backs for while.”
“Are you serious? About not giving her a soul?”
“Deadly serious. I won’t have anyone go through what I’ve been through.” His eyes flickered golden before returning to the soft brown. “She will be fine. Spike is strong. He can handle her.” The vampire turned to go back upstairs and find Mina for some demonic fun. He was way too tense.
“So, whose gonna handle him?” But Charles Gunn would not let it go.
Angel stopped, growling low. “Are you trying to say I can’t control my childe, Gunn?”
Gunn was about to reply, but hesitated when the seer placed a restraining hand on him, shaking her head. She could hear the demon, Angelus, even if Gunn didn’t. She decided now was a good time to explain about the baby and distract her young friend from his potentially painful conversation.
“Gunn, I need to explain something to you. Angel, can we have a minute?”
Silently, the dark vampire left them, the soul and demon wanting to teach the boy a lesson for questioning his authority in his own home.
When Angel was out of sight , she grabbed Gunn roughly. “Are you insane? Do you know the difference between Angelus and Angel?”
“There is no Angelus remember? The only benefit of Mina’s coming here.”
“Wrong. Angelus is there, just bonded with the soul forever. But Angelus is much closer to the surface now. And the demon and soul agree more. You DON’T imply that he can’t control his childe.”
“But he doesn’t!”
“You’re alive, right? Without Angel’s influence, Spike would have killed you already. Not a doubt in my mind.”
“And what about Wes or YOU?” He chuckled, as if she were spouting fairy tales to amuse him.
“Wes, I don’t know, Mina likes him. Me, well that’s another story.”
Narrowed eyes questioned her.
“Spike has …He’s taken … He likes me, wants to turn me, and would if Angel hadn’t forbidden it. Now he has other incentives for leaving me alive, the main one being that I am pregnant with his baby.” She cringed, eyes shut tight, awaiting the impending blow up. As the silence continued, she opened her eyes to discover Gunn, eagle-spread, passed out on the floor.
~~~*~~~
“Well, well…what do we have here.” Spike peered over the unconscious man, amused beyond belief.
“Leave him alone, Spike,” Cordy admonished from behind the computer, where she return upon realizing Gunn was going to be out for a while. “He’s had a bit of a shock.”
“What? All this over Willow?” He chuckled as Willow circled the still form, unobserved.
“Noooo. As a matter of fact he fainted when I told him about the b-a-b-y.”
“Right, because he can’t spell while he’s sleeping.”
“Willow!” Cordy cried as the new vampire rose slowly to her feet, an impish grin curling her lips. “You were gonna bite him!”
“Was not! I was concerned and checking for a pulse,” she lied, surprisingly better than her human self.
If the seer hadn’t caught her, sliding into her demon face near his neck, she might have believed her. <Boy, these young demons start with the evil right away!>
“Oh yes you were, missy. Spike, if she bites him Angel is going to flip!”
“Willow, luv, remember this is the no biting zone. Everyone in here is under granddaddy’s protection.”
“But he’s probably almost dead,” she pouted kicking him slightly. “See! Not moving…So can I eat him, Sire?”
Angel heard the commotion and decided to add to the madness that was his home.
“Spike, I won’t have your childe disobeying the few rules we have here.”
“Yeah, well the rules SUCK!” The redhead screamed, waking a confused Gunn. “See, now he’s not almost dead. You are ruining all my fun!” She yelled as the demon hunter rose from the floor.
“What does she mean almost dead? I’m not almost dead? Am I?” He patted himself down to be certain he was really still in one piece.
“Of course you’re not almost dead,” Angel snapped. “Willow, stop yelling.”
“But Cordy IS pregnant?” It was more a statement. “By Blondie here.”
The redhead chimed in. “Oh yeah, she and my Sire are excellent fuck buddies. They do it like bunnies, right under everyone’s noses. I mean, she pretends to hate it, but I know the truth. And so does she. And the truth is much better than lies, right Cordy?” Tossing a feral grin the seer’s way, Willow bounced happily on the desk.
Gunn shook his head in disappointment and thinly veiled disgust. “You and Spike….What is wrong with the females here? Human’s not good enough for you?”
Willow raised her hand, a habit from a lifetime of school. “I can tell you. It’s the whole not needing to breathe thing. Spike can eat mephahors….mhahaa!”
Angel clamped his hand over the fledgling’s mouth, half carrying, half dragging her out of the office and up the stairs. “Spike, time to give your girl a little discipline!” The angry vampire called from the landing.
Rubbing his hands together maniacally and sucking on a canine, the blond started to back out. “Well… hate to fuck up your night and run…Actually, I LIKE to fuck it up, but HATE to run out on all the drama, but I’ve got an unruly childe to dominate. And, Cordelia, I will be coming to have that chat real soon.” He wiggled his brows, pivoted on his heel, disappearing in a blink.
~Part: 45~
By the time Spike reached Angel’s rooms, the vampire had the redhead chained and hanging from a hook. Her feet barely touched the ground, and she struggled for purchase while spitting curses at her grandsire. The blond vampire watched her with admiration and pity, proud that she refused to beg, but knowing that she would eventually, just like he had begged so many times at he hands of his skilled sire.
She spotted him leaning on the wall and called to him. “Sire, get me down from here. Angel, you can’t do this. I belong to Spike. NOW LET ME GOOOO!”
The souled demon just chuckled, ignoring her demands, and walked up to his own childe, pulling him in for a searing kiss. Spike moaned into his mouth, more than ready to play any games that Angel required of him. Angel sensed his boy’s capitulation and it left him giddy, his cock filling.
“Who takes her first, Sire?” The blond asked, purposely holding Willow’s angry gaze. He wanted to remember it, for after tonight she would be tamed. At least for a while.
“Oh my boy, I have so many other pleasures in store for our little pixie.” He kissed his jaw, trailing to the blond’s neck as he whimpered a bit, totally in love with the sensations the dark vampire created. Blue eyes were still locked with green ones, now filled with a mixture of frustration and lust, as he lifted his sire’s wrist to his mouth and, gamefaced, bit into him, sucking erotically on the blood seeping out. Only when Angel’s fangs descended into his pale flesh did the younger demon close his eyes. Lost, so lost in him.
Angel could smell the girl from across the room, where he took lazy pleasure in tasting and being tasted by his favorite childe. He wondered at how crazy the soul actually made him, leaving this creature to his own devices so long ago. It left him strong, no doubt, probably only second to Angelus, but it also made him bitter, something Angel was actively trying to counter. Young William was still there underneath the shell of Spike, and Angel found he liked things about both personas.
“Uh, you guys… don’t forget about me over here.” The fledgling was antsy and fast becoming uncomfortable. She could not even get her legs together long enough to create a little friction. <Damn them!>
“Don’t worry, little one.” He caressed the ever-increasing bulge in his childe’s pants. “You’ll be begging for us to forget about you for a while.”
He pulled his wrist from Spike, the blond licking the blood from his lips. Willow watched her sire with a growing dread, realizing that Spike would do whatever his sire asked of him, as he should, and she was at Angel’s mercy. A small part of her laughed, remembering the soul, but another larger part recalled merging the demon and soul when she was alive. <He’s not in that cage anymore.>
“Angel, I want a toy. Where’s the box?” He had recovered from his blood-induced high and was ready for the games to begin, his sire’s essence flowing through him.
“Downstairs, Basement.” Spike was out the door as the dark-haired demon spoke the words, Willow glaring at him, and Angel yelled after him, “Bring a few. I think this may take a while.” He smirked at the redhead, now left alone with him.
~~~*~~~
“So Cordy… I can’t say I not disappointed, cause I am.”
The seer just held her head high, eyeing Gunn levelly.
“I thought you… I don’t know…Can you just tell me why? Why him? A killer? A demon?”
She swallowed hard, but kept his gaze, refusing to be put to shame. “I can’t explain it. There was the spell and that was out of my control. And he is the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced. I’ve tried to escape him, and deny him, but I can’t. So I stopped trying. The pregnancy is a product of the spell, and Mina is really sorry about it, but Spike wants the baby. He turned Willow because she was dying, to save her. He's not so bad.
“Yeah and now look at her. She is just another homicidal demon in our midst.”
“Please Gunn, It’s Willow. Somewhere in there I can sense she is herself. Right now her demon is all wacky and out to play, but she’ll calm down. Just give her a chance.”
“She was gonna bite me!”
“Well, there’s that, but she only wanted to taste you, which is a compliment in a weird, demony way.”
“Oh, so I should be happy that the redheaded vampire witch is lusting after my blood, but only a little?”
“You know… Ugggh… Gunn just don’t, okay. I’m sick all the time, hungry, getting fat, have a sociopath for a baby daddy and I don’t need your crap. If I can believe everything will be alright, what have you got to lose?” Her eyebrow was arched high, waiting, and he had no answer.
~~~*~~~
Spike thrust into her just as Angel brought the whip down across her back. She screamed into her sire’s ear, not ready for the sudden, intense pain. The small cat o'ninetails hurt, but it was a good sting. This was just blinding pain.
He whispered to her as he fucked her. “S'alright, pet. Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”
Another lash and she jerk hard in the chains, bloody dripping down her arms and into bleached blond hair. He licked at the drops that fell on her shoulders and neck, and grabbed her hips, driving himself deeper into his girl. She moaned, her head hanging, when the whip came down again. She tried to escape it, but only further impaled herself on Spike’s hard shaft.
“Fuuuuck! Stop him, Sire!” The lash came down again, this time wrapping around her tiny body, hitting Spike as well. He growled at the pain, slamming into her harder.
“Will you behave?”
“Spiiiiiike….” She screamed as the blows became constant and his fucking became more violent.
“Will you do as you’re told, childe??” His voice was deep and demanding. She nodded, resigned to her fate.
"Yeeees, please..."
Angel heard her surrender and dropped the whip. He came up behind her, using her blood as a lubricant, and entered her fully from behind. He could feel his childe inside the redhead and nearly came. They began a well remembered rhythm, taking her slowly at first, and then increasing as they felt her getting close. Unable to hold out any longer the blond sank his fanks into her neck, a claiming bite, and her walls clenched around him as he drained her to weakness, his seed pumped deep in her channel. Angel followed them both, reached up and released her from the chains as they all sunk bonelessly to the floor.
She sighed, relief evident and the blonde growled into her neck, "Not quite done with you yet, luv..."
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