pairings: W/A and W/S
rating: To be safe NC17
Spoilers: season 7
summary: Dru is angry at her Daddy for letting her Prince be the champion.
A/N: Angel is Spike's sire as usual.
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~Part: 1~
“Drusilla…” Angel was momentarily speechless as his childe glided through the lobby door. Her clothes, more like her old manner of dress, were spotted with dried blood.
“My Angel.” She cautiously approached him, not forgetting that he set her on fire last she saw him.
“I see the burns healed nicely.” He could not fathom why she was there. Cautiously, he waited.
“Yes, Daddy.” She did a little curtsy and growled. “They did hurt so good. Delicious pain.”
She circled him slowly, careful to always know where he was. This sire was not as angry as the last when Darla was back, nor as evilly insane as the one in Sunnydale. He was closer to Angelus of long ago. He was almost her Daddy.
“What are you doing here, Dru? Come to stir up trouble? Will I have to burn you again?” This childe unlike Spike, who had been a nearly perfect vampire, was unreasonably evil at times and terribly innocent when it suited her. He didn’t know which mood she was in now thus stayed on guard.
Her voice trembled when she spoke next, eyes burning into her sire. “You know what I’m doing here, Angel. YOU sent HIM to die. My Spike. It was supposed to be you.”
Guilt, slamming against him, like the tide, eroding his soul.
“It was his choice. He died saving the world.” That was all he said.
“It was your little bobble to wear, ducks.” Her head swayed from side to side, motivated by music to which only she was privy. “Hmmm, bad Daddy didn’t wear his pretty thing and now the prince is locked, locked, locked inside.”
“Dru…” He never understood her rambling like Spike. But Spike was gone.
“Knocking and tapping and tapping and knocking and calling. He sings to me.”
“Dru!” <What the hell is she talking about?>
A blur of movement and she had him by the throat, clarity and comprehension evident in her hazel eyes. For a second he let pride creep in, the demon delighting in her raw power. “The prince is not dead. Just misplaced. You will find him. You and your tree planted here. She can get him out. He can be whole.”
“Spike? Spike isn’t dead?” His brow was creased in confusion. Willow said everything was sucked into the Hellmouth and it was closed permanently.
“Pay attention, Daddy.” She squeezed harder when he tried to speak and grabbed his crotch, clutching his privates unmercifully, effectively immobilizing him. “The pretty bobble. Find it. It holds my Prince. But you can’t open it. Your tree knows how.”
She released him, throwing him down. He massaged his neck and balls, wincing at the pain, wanting a little more. Wanting to find Spike most of all.
“Dru. Will you help me?” He coughed, his voice ragged. “Help me find him?”
“Not afraid I’ll hurt your tree. Break her branches and pluck her leaves.” She twirled once, laughing.
“Willow?” He allowed himself a chuckle as the beautiful vampire stared at him in wide-eyed wonder, as she always did. <Such an ego boost, she is.> “I doubt you could hurt her.”
She smiled, impishly. She had her secrets. “Oh your Princess feels that power. I can taste it all around. A mile away. Shhh….Angels can’t see everything. God made them that way….” The stopped as if listening. “ I’ll help you and stay with you. But I need to feed.” She turned to leave, amused when her sire stepped between her and the door.
“No feeding in my town, Dru. I have blood in the kitchen.” He pointed to the left.
It was her turn to laugh as she caressed his face. “Cor, you’re a silly kitten. Princess doesn’t like TV dinner. But vintage wine….” She lunged for him, changing, sinking her fangs into his neck, drinking, slowly.
He felt the pull immediately. The feeling of her feeding from him, so old, so foreign, nearly forgotten, and now resurrected, caused him to moan. He wrapped his arms around her, grinding against her core. Below, in his crotch, his shaft throbbed as his blood slid down her throat, her lips caressed his flesh while her tongue licked at the holes. He wanted to taste her, reclaim her and the dark vampire could not honestly say it was just the demon’s desires.
“Mmm Angel. You’re a tasty treat.” She lifted her skirt with one pale hand while running thin fingers over the buttons of her blouse. “You want to taste me, Sire?”
~Part: 2~
Willow walked the second floor hall of the hotel, reaching the staircase. Her fingers caressed the banister as she paused looking back behind her. Her own version of spider senses was fired up and fully charged. Someone or something was here.
“Reveal..” She commanded, waving a pale thin hand in front of her face, creating a small movie screen, floating before her eyes.
The picture was unusual - in black and white like the old movies she loved. She and Spike watched many of those together, while up all night researching. There were roses, the stems twisting around an iron gate, leading into a graveyard. She wondered if this was actually a scene from a movie she’d watched recently, and was about to recast when the image changed. Not so much changed as shimmered as color bled into it, mostly reds and burgundy. The gate creaked open of its own volition, the fragile, thin hand of Drusilla was the first thing to sneak around, clasping the gate where the rose thorns were thick. Blood, violently crimson, seeped from the small wounds, staining the gate and flowing down her pale arm in tiny rivulets.
“My, you are a tiny tree to be so strong.”
“Drusilla?” The redhead was tongue tied, not accustomed to visions or her spells actually speaking to her.
“In the flesh, dearie,” she replied, licking at the blood that had made it to her fingers.
“W-what are you doing in my spell?” As the vampire seemed to approach, Willow retreated out of habit, forgetting this was her magic for the moment.
“You called…I’ve come.”
She thought for a moment, and gasped at her conclusion. “Where are you? Are you here in Los Angeles?”
“Silly tree. I’m here…with our Angel.” Willow turned and stormed toward the vampire's suite of rooms. Suddenly she collapsed, falling to her knees, bent in pain.
“Dru…” Her vision walked around her, scowling although still in human visage.
“Shhhh….You want to wake my Daddy. Bad tree. He’s asleep and needs his rest.” She knelt down, getting level with the witch. “But he’ll be up soon and then we can all play.” Willow winced and then pain subsided.
“Princess is sorry. She doesn’t mean to hurt.” She smiled, lips curling at the corner as the evil crept into her eyes, contradicting her words. “You be a good kitten and help Angel find the pretty thing. It’s filled with all the things you miss. All bright and dark wrapped in one like a prezzie. You bring it to Princess and we can open it. Together.”
“Drusilla. I don’t understand…” She gathered her strength to stand and found herself talking to nothing. Concentrating she honed in on the vampire’s presence across the hall in his room. She was here alright. But why?
~~~*~~~
His first thought, after realizing his soul was still there, was what the hell have I done? He was pretty sure Dru wouldn’t bring him true happiness, but it was foolish of him to risk it. His dark haired childe was wrapped around him, her long nude body cool and familiar. He let his finger explore her, amazed that hardly nothing had changed, except for a scar near her shoulder blade, where according to Spike, an ax from that mob in Praguehad injured her. It was what caused the most damage and nearly killed her.
The blond fought them off of her, more than thirty male humans, as they stomped and kicked at her broken body, becoming a bloody mess himself, until he’d killed so many that the few remaining fled in fear. He then fled with her, feeding three to four times as much in order to feed her his more healing blood, but it wasn’t the blood of her sire, and she continued to be weakened.
When they found him in Sunnydale, Spike saw his chance to heal her, and kill him for abandoning the pair. The truth was, he would have fed her his blood as much as they needed him to. He would never have let her stay near death.
And now she lay here, perfection in her insanity, conjuring up turmoil in his heart. Since the day Willow had arrived, two weeks ago, he felt a connection to her that he wanted to explore. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he liked her company and needed her skills. He wondered why she did not go with Buffy and Faith and the potentials to Colorado, where a new Hellmouth was forming. Not that he was complaining. Her being there was a win-win for him, but he just wondered what occurred to separate the gang.
Sighing, he untangled his limbs from his childe, hating to leave her cold comfort, but needing to start his day, and talk to Willow before she inadvertently ran into Dru.
~Part: 3~
Willow looked up from her laptop as she noticed the approaching vampire. She’d emailed Xander, who was in Colorado with Buffy. She was glad he chose to go with her. His grieving and her own grieving left no room for comfort between them. She would call for him to join her in Los Angeles soon, little vacation, but not until at least one of them was somewhat healed.
“Well, sleepy head, about time you joined the living, uh literally.” She beamed at him, happy to see that he wasn’t hurt, but still not sure of his soul’s status. She wasn’t worried about him hurting her and could protect herself, but Wesley, Gunn and Fred would be in danger for the stunts they pulled last time Angelus was off his leash. So she pretended all was fine, waiting.
“Yeah, it’s kinda late. I guess I was pretty tired.” He smiled sheepishly. As he got closer Willow felt his soul humming inside and relaxed.
“Tired, huh?” Her eyes dropped back to the laptop and she finished her little update, leaving out the Drusilla aspect for now. She watched his retreating back as he headed for the kitchen. “So why is Drusilla here?”
He froze, and turned slowly, his sheepish grin becoming slightly lewd and for a second she wondered if she was wrong about the soul until she saw it sparkling behind his sable eyes.
“How did you know? Not that I wasn’t going to tell you. I just wanted some blood first.”
“Your dear girl paid me a little visit.”
“She couldn’t have. I never left her alone,” he commented, his heavy brow scowling.
“Oh, she popped up in a spell. I must have felt her and did a spell to reveal, but she must have been controlling it.”
“Huh…” He was gazing up toward his rooms, listening, so she paused. “Sorry, just making sure she’s still sleep. Go on…”
“I know you said she was the one who did the magic in your family. But how powerful is she, Angel? ‘Cause she was able to take my spell, control it, and bring me to my knees in pain. And that take a heck of a lot of power and know-how.”
“She hurt you?” He clenched his fist, ready to go teach his childe lesson number two. Number one took place already.
****(Oh, interesting)****
“I’m fine. She just didn’t want me to wake you up so she put a little pain between you and I and the pain won.” When he continued to frown she went on. “Look, don’t do anything to her until we find out why she’s here and how strong she is.”
“I already know why she’s here.” He stated. <Could Spike really be alive? And the brooding starts…>
****(Ha!)****
“Well, are you gonna share? You gotta share?” She whined after giving him a minute to divulge his secrets on his own.
“What? Oh…Sorry. She says that Spike’s alive, trapped somewhere…. Are you okay?” The girl paled, and to him it seemed that her eyes quivered in their sockets.
***(Ohhhhh...interesting)****
“I’m okay…no I’m not. I…Alive? Please can I have some water?” He rushed away to the kitchen to get it and she shook, uncontrollably…<Alive? Calm down girl, breath...Alive?> She took a deep breath and swallowed hard as she felt him approaching.
The vampire noticed her racing heart and trembling hand as she reached for the glass, but said nothing, filing it away for later.
“So…why does she think he’s alive? Didn’t you feel him go, through the bond?” She’d regained some of her composure and felt it safe to look into his eyes again as he sat across from her.
“I…Can’t say for sure. I felt something happen to him, but it wasn’t like with Penn and it wasn’t like with Darla. But those too weren’t the same either, so I don’t know. I assumed it, since you guys said everything was gone. But now that I’ve been reaching out, I…”
“What?” She placed a tiny hand over his large one resting on the table, that small gesture warming his dead heart. This is what he adored about her. She was never judging him. His decisions where his decisions and she didn’t try to change them. Only understand them. Understand him…
“The bond may not be gone. If it isn’t then he isn’t gone either. I feel something. Dru said he’s knocking. Maybe that’s what I’m feeling.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I’m going to find him.”
“Where is he? Does she know?”
“She doesn’t but she says that you do.”
“Me!” <This just gets curiouser and curiouser.>
“Uh huh…And that he is trapped in the amulet that he wore. So I guess that means he’s below all that debris.”
“Oh, wow.” She processed what she heard and asked. “Do you believe her? I mean about the amulet?”
“Yeah, her visions are never wrong. It’s what gave us the advantage over other clans. I mean, I kept the clan small and rightfully we should have been destroyed by those a lot older and stronger, but we used her visions to plan attacks and take over from other masters, then left minions to run things while we traveled to the next place and took over. It was…well…great fun at the time…” His impish smile caught her off guard.
“He really is always in there, influencing you.”
“Who?”
“Angelus…I mean you are Angel, all soul-having, but you still remember these event and they are fond memories, because it was fun.”
“I guess…” He looked away, embarrassed.
“No…Don’t…Don’t ever be ashamed. You are him, Angel. Your soul doesn’t make you a different person. You are the demon and the man rolled up as one. That soul is just a little meter that gives you an idea of what is acceptable behavior to us. Nothing makes you follow it’s advice, but you. I think the Angelus side of you could use a little more play time.”
“You don’t ever want to see Angelus’ idea of playtime, Willow.” He grinned, happy to be able to talk about these things with her.
“You’d be surprised at what I’d like to see Angel.” She gave him a quirky smile as she stood, stretching, nearly giggling at his _expression. “So, let’s get you breakfast or afternoon snack really. I need a little something to eat too. Then when Drusilla wakes, we can try to get everything out of her and see about finding that bleached blonde boy of yours.”
~Part: 4~
Angel sighed and rolled his eyes again. Willow was trying to get the information she needed from Drusilla. She wanted to cast a locator spell on Spike, but it wouldn’t work properly if he was between dimensions and would result in a false reading, sending them on a wild goose chase.
“Angel, you’re cross with Princess. I think I’ll go out for a walk,” she growled, the demon slipping forward when Angel latched onto her arm.
“We need to find Spike, Dru. And it’s still daylight out,” Angel tried to reason with his remaining childe.
“Don’t you tell me.” She clapped twice. “You let him do it. It was yours to wear. Made especially for Angel.”
“Wait…Are you saying that if Angel had worn it, then he would not have been trapped because it was made for him?”
“Ooh Daddy, can I keep her? She’ll make a delicious sister,” she purred into Willow’s ear, the redhead shifting uncomfortably.
“Your childer have this thing for a big family, huh?”
“NO! Dru, was it because it was made for me, not just any vampire with a soul?”
“Oh yeah, like there’s so many of you running around. Hey, come on, join the vamp’s with souls club.” Willow mumbled, tapping on the table with a pen.
“Cor, Angel, you never do listen. Of course that’s why. William’s soul is sealed to him, not yours so he was trapped. You would be free. It’s what you always wanted."
“Okay, so now I’m more confused than before.” Willow let her head drop to the table as she feigned beating her brains out.
“I think I understand at least part of what she said.” He spoke to Willow, but stared into Drusilla’s eyes, allowing her to let him see what she saw. “My soul and demon are separate, therefore I can lose my soul because it’s not secured to either my body or my demon. Spike’s soul and demon were merged together and he can’t just lose it.”
“Well duh…Angel what’s this got to do…”
“Here me out,” he said, excited by what the brunette was showing him. “If I’d worn the amulet, then I would have been sucked into it, but could emerge, apparently in this dimension and time, only moments later. Hopefully somewhere safe, but Spike can’t and it has to do with the soul, his being merged with the demon…I can’t really understand more than that.” He sat down hard, next to the redhead, tired. He’d forgotten the energy expelled when letting his childe into his head and he only did it when desperate.
“Oh Dru…” Willow whined. “Is there some way you can tell me?”
“Do a spell, dearie and I’ll meet you inside.” The vampire floated gracefully away from Willow, and laid on the sofa on her belly, her hands cupping her pale pretty face, her eyes watching and waiting for Willow to proceed.
“What spell? Angel what is she talking ab…oh wait…” She glanced at the vampiress, who’s face remain open but impassive.
“Reveal Spike…”
Sunnydale high school’s basement. That’s where she found herself. She began walking to where the Hellmouth was sealed. It was dark, but she could see, and she could smell everything; sweat from the gym above, the water in the water heater, oil in a can across from her, and blood. Blood pounding in the bodies upstairs, flitting from class to class, unaware of the liquid gold within their veins. And she could hear their hearts beating, a crescendo of sound that threatened to drown her.
“Goddess…Dru…Where are you?” She cried out.
“Right here, pet. I told you I’d meet you inside.” Willow felt herself giggle, but she knew that Drusilla was the cause. “Can you feel them, all tender and delectable? Young flesh for Princess.”
What she could only describe as severe hunger pangs, stabbed at her abdomen. Her mouth formed an ‘O’, a silent groan on her lips. When she inhaled, the essence of blood was left lingering on her tongue, a ghost, and she whimpered despite herself, in agony for want of the real thing.
“Please…make it stop.” She clutched at her tummy.
Angel watched Willow, curious about what was happening. She seemed to be in pain and he was tempted to try and rouse her out of it, but was afraid of the consequences of disrupting a spell like that. So he waited, albeit anxiously.
“Only one way, my tree. Go… find one…A pretty young boy for me and then it’ll stop. For a bit.” Willow could not see Dru, but she felt her own lips twist into a grin.
“Dru…I don’t want to play at this right now. Now, where is he??”
“Down, down, down…Follow the mouth down, down, down, but it stops, and the big wind sent it out, flying out. It never made it into the mouth. So he never got eaten all up. Please feed me now.”
“No Dru…”
“Princess is hungry and it’s not real. Don’t you want to know what it’s like before you really do it?”
“No! And I’m not ever going to do it.”
“Silly as my Daddy. No matter…You know where he is now. Go to him.”
“But I …” And then she was free. Free of the gut-twisting desire to rip open a vein, even her own, and drink her fill. Somehow she knew it would have been the most satisfying drink of her life. Glad that it was over, she reached a tired arm out to the brooding vampire. “Angel, what happened?”
“Drusilla. It’s letting her inside you that drains you. Stay there and I’ll bring you something to eat.”
“No…Stay with me. I just want to sleep. When it gets dark, we have to go to Sunnydale and look for the amulet in what’s left. From what she told me, he was inside it, and expelled from the Hellmouth during the explosion.”
“Alright, Willow. Get some sleep until then.” He advised as he lifted her head onto his lap, caressing her red tresses. From her sofa, Dru watched with an unreadable _expression, her hazel orbs child-like and innocent. <Wickedly adorable.>
“Come over here Dru…Sit with Daddy while Willow sleeps. You made her very tired.” Hopping up quickly, her eyes lit up with joy. This was the sire she loved, and she would share him with the witch if it was what he wanted.
“Yes, I showed her many things, but I didn’t hurt her, Angel.” Hugging his insane childe and kissing her on the forehead, she relaxed into him.
“I know you didn’t. You were a good girl today.” He brushed his lips over hers, never lingering long.
“Do I get a prezzie? Something good?” The last present he gave her had been a heart, still warm and full.
“Yeah, I’ll get you something really nice, baby.” He replied, remembering the same thing.
~Part: 5~
SunnyHell looked more like the well-earned nickname than ever before. Nothing was there, with nearly every building underground, there were a few fragments remaining above, jutting out of the hard ground at strange and painful angles.
After searching these for a few hours, the exhausted trio was still no closer to finding the amulet.
“Angel, you sure you don’t feel anything.” Willow asked, wiping sweat from her forehead with the back of one hand, the other one on her hip. The nap helped at first, but she was terribly tired and irritable now.
“I do feel something, but it’s the same. Not louder or stronger. I’d think it would be stronger now.”
“Not if he’s in another dimension maybe…. Goddess…” She sank to the dirt, the beginnings of despair edging in to her heart again, tears forming on her pale cheeks. Dru stood next to her watching with wide-eyed wonder. It was better when Willow thought he was gone. She was not over him, there had never been a them, but it was getting better. The ache in her gut occurred less and dissipated sooner. But now knowing he was out there somewhere, wanting to get back and not able to help him…For her, she would have rather never known. She had to find him, had to find the amulet.
“ANGEL!” She yelled as an idea formed.
“WHAT?” He yelled back, having been startled by the witch.
“Oh…Sorry. We’re doing this all wrong. Spike is wherever he is. Nothing to do about that. The amulet, however, is right here on our good ole earth. I can locate IT. You got any supplies in that trunk?”
~~~*~~~
“He’s in there. I feel it…bzzz, bzzz, bzzz. Busy little bee.” Dru circled Angel as he held the amulet reverently in his hand.
“How do we get him out?” He asked his youngest childe.
“He has to split and leave half behind. Then he can come. Our tree can split him, but he has to choose who comes.”
“What does that mean Dru?” Willow asked, taking the amulet from the dark vampire and placing it in a velvet-lined box.
“He will either be man or demon, not both. He chooses.” She pulled at the ribbons in her hair, letting her chestnut tresses fall to her waist as she hummed. “What will he choose?” She sang.
“That’s what I’d like to know.” Willow added, a tad nervous about seeing an unchipped and unsouled William the Bloody. It didn’t go so well the other times.
Angel broke up her musings. “We’ll worry about that after we get him out. I can control him if he tries anything….So… Any ideas?”
~~~*~~~
“Dawnie!” Willow rushed her, pulling the young girl into a crushing embrace.
“Good to see you too, Willow and thanks for getting me out the prison in Boredville USA.”
“Aww…I can’t be that bad. I mean you have all the potentials to hang with, right?”
“Wrong. Buffy and Faith keep them training or patrolling or sleeping. And I’ve been busy working on the mojo. Maybe I can be bad ass Wicca goddess like you one day.”
“It’s a pretty big job. The bad ass part I mean.”
“Nah… I can hang. So what’s the deal here? I didn’t say anything to Buffy or Xander, but I really don’t have a clue anyway. Why the hush hush?”
“Have you still been practicing like I told you? With the portals?”
“As a matter of fact I have. I’m darned good too. Since I have NOTHING else to do there.” She chucked the redhead on the chin playfully. “Why? Wanna go to Hawaii? I went there two days ago for a luau. It was great and they so have the best looking male samples of the species. And I got back before she was done patrolling …”
“No, no trips. At least not for me. I-It’s Spike.”
“Oh Willow…I miss him, but I don’t think I can…” The young girl immediately changed, her face nearly folding at the mere mention of the vampire that saved her more times than she could know.
“He’s here.” Angel walked in holding the box. He gazed into her surprised eyes. <so much like Buffy.> “Trapped. Can you open it?”
“Spike…” Besides Willow, Dawn probably missed him most. He took care of her and always treated her like she was real, and never talked down to her. He was smart and funny and always knew everyone better than they knew themselves. She longed for his honesty and she grieved for him. “Spike’s in here?” She fingered the box. “Can I open it?”
“We’re hoping you can.” Angel stated.
“I meant the box,” She laughed.
“Oh…yeah.”
She lifted the lid, seeing the amulet from that day… “It’s the medallion he was wearing. How did you get this? It was buried with everything else.”
The witch pulled the young brunette into a chair “Long story and I promise we’ll explain it all later, but right now we need to open this puppy up. You down to work a little bad ass key mojo?”
~~~*~~~
Angel watched, amazed, as the wall where the weapons were encased became like liquid, first mirroring the interior of the lobby, and then becoming a doorway, the black void behind it uninviting. The pull of the bond returned, as strong as ever, leaving no room to doubt his childe’s continued existence.
“Mmmm… he’s there, luvey. I feel him coming.” Dru exclaimed, bouncing with glee. She didn’t know which he would pick, his demon or his soul. The stars didn’t tell her so it was not for her to know.
“So this is the Key…I’m impressed Dawn. You could help Buffy a lot once you master it.”
“Oh yeah…like she’d let me do anything.” She spoke carefully not wanting to lose her hold on the doorway she unlocked between the two dimensions. Willow used a little magic to gently crack the amulet and the energy from it bled out onto the floor. Dawn focused on this energy when creating the opening.
“Such a bitter girl to be so pretty.” Angel joked. “Tell you what. Next summer or when you turn 18, you can come to LA and help out here. I can always use a good master key.” He offered.
“Ohhh and Willow, we could do spells and stuff. Ohhh!” In her excitement she nearly closed the portal. “Oops…I’d better stick to single tasking…”
Dru twirled and circles, increasing her speed, laughing. “He’s here. Here…my Spike.”
They all turned from her in favor of the portal. In the distance the darkness seemed to fade, not becoming light, just less dark. Willow thought she could make out a figure coming closer.
“Angel, do you see him?”
“I see something. It’s just no light in there at all. But I sense him.”
The liquid like quality returned to the opening and Spike fell through, drenched in what they assumed to be the same liquid as the barrier. His nude body lay in a fetal position as he shielded his eyes from the light in the room. Dawn gawked at the vampire, forgetting her job in her shock.
“Close it.” He growled. “Close. It. Now!” And then passed out.
~~~*~~~
She was elated. He seemed okay, in one piece at least and what a piece it was. <Wow! Naked Spike is…wow naked Spike! What’s Angel saying?>
“Willow!” She tore her eyes from the blonde. “a bath…Run it. Please.” He ordered, lifting Spike and cradling him in his arms. Willow raced up the stairs to Angel’s room and into his bathroom, starting the water.
“Dru…” Brown eyes met hazel. “I…Thank you.”
“I love him too, Angel. Just couldn’t leave him there.” For a moment, Angel saw her sanity and the demon she would have been had he not driven her crazy.
“Come on, Princess. Let’s clean up our little prince.”
~Part: 6~
Angel sat in a chair in the corner of his room. His childe was still asleep. He’d roused once while Angel bathed him, long enough to call Angel a ‘bloody wanker’ when the dark vampire refused to send someone for cigarettes, and lost consciousness again.
And Angel was worried. Spike was given the chance to be human, but chose the demon instead, returning to this dimension a fully functional vampire, sans soul. There was nothing to temper the blonde’s impulsive nature anymore and the older vampire was unsure how he would adjust to life surrounded by humans. And being as unpredictable as he was, his childe may not stick around long enough for it to be an issue. His musings were interrupted as he heard a heartbeat belonging to one redheaded witch coming closer.
She peeked around the doorway, spying the sleepy vampire and whispered, “Can I come in?”
“Yes, of course. He’ll probably be out for hours.” He advised as the young girl that had grown and changed so much sat on the chaise lounge, pulling a pillow into her embrace.
“So…What Drusilla said…about him having to choose one… I don’t feel like he’s human. Does he still have a soul?” She wasn’t afraid of him, but wondered if he would be different now.
“No…He chose to be a vampire. His reward for saving the world was to be free of guilt and free to kill.”
“Oh Angel…Are you okay? I mean it was like your reward, but you didn’t know and Spike kinda blew it.”
“It’s ironic. That’s for sure.” He sighed, glancing over at his boy. He was anxious. It was almost like waiting for the boy to rise after his human death. He was beautiful that night, over two hundred years ago. His predatory nature was sharply honed from the start and needed taming. Angel recalled many nights, trying to break the young vampire, finding that he was exhausted and ready to give in himself. He knew that his childe would be a master and took to training him in earnest. They would rule Europe together. But plans change and so do demons, especially when curses are added to the mix.
“Yeah, I guess it’s like throwing away the winning lottery.” She mulled over her thoughts before speaking again. “Now that he’s the big bad again, do you think he’ll be…you know, bad?” Her eyebrows were doing that thing and he suppressed the urge to caress them, massage the worry away.
“Yeah, he’ll be bad. He always was, even with that soul. Everything was to serve his own purposes. Now you have to ask yourself if you can except him as is.”
“You know I’m laying right here people.” A voice, muffled by pillows, announced.
“Spike!” Willow hopped up and bounced on the bed nearly tackling the blonde. “You’re up! I’m so glad you’re back.” She flopped on the bed next to him as he leaned up on an arm, looking at Angel, but speaking to the witch.
“Yeah Red. I’m glad too. You wanna tell me how you found me?”
“I didn’t. Well I actually found you found you. But it was Drusilla…”
“Dru…” He instantly sensed his former love as soon as Willow mentioned her name. “She’s here.” It wasn’t a question.
“Uh…yeah…Downstairs with Dawnie.”
“The Nilbet’s here? What other scoobies are here?” He nearly growled, his demon not wanting to have to deal with a slayer this soon.
“No one…They are all in Colorado. Everyone, but me. I sent for Dawn to help us bring you back.
“Who’s watching Dru around Dawn?” He was concerned that the vampire might decide to make a snack out of the girl.
“Dru promised not to hurt her. She’s been helpful. She came to Angel and told him how to find you. We all thought you were dust.” She looked down, the anguish returning for a few seconds. Spike smirked, unable not to enjoy the fleeting sorrow emitting from the redhead.
“So you’ve missed me, pet?”
“Of course I missed you!” She hit him hard, sitting up. “After… we drove here and everyone stayed a few days while Giles and Wesley dig up a few contacts and got a fix on the new Hellmouth forming. They got some funding from a retired watcher and have a ranch house with a four little cottages out there. The potentials that lived stay in the cottages. Ohh and they train in this big barn. It’s supposed to be very pretty.”
“Why aren’t you there?” His blue eyes tried to penetrate her soul.
Angel, who’d been observing the easy exchange between his childe and the witch with a small amount of jealousy, perked up at Spike’s questions, curious about this as well.
“I don’t know. I’m tired of the fight. If they really need me I’ll help, but I want a little more peace and a little less judgment.” Both vampire’s picked up on the hint of bitterness in her voice, but left it alone for now.
“Well, I can’t promise you any peace witch, but I’m definitely not gonna be making any moral judgments.” He chuckled, looking at his sire.
“Yeah, I guess not….So how does it feel?”
“What?” He laid back, hands behind his head.
“The soul being gone…How’s that going for you?”
“Well it feels bloody great to normal again, ‘though I haven’t really had a chance to exercise my newly freed demon. Are you offering a test run?” He wiggled his eyebrows, the smirk evident.
“Oh, not just yet. Maybe you can convince me later,” she giggled at the raised brow of the blonde demon she’d come to trust more than anyone else. It was good to have him back. He was her shoulder, crutch, and conscience even when he didn’t have one himself.
The blonde, used to her subtle flirting, was stunned that she still trusted him without the soul or the chip. It wasn’t like he’d suddenly became a poofy-haired nancy boy like his sire and did not want to turn her, because he did. Even with his soul he wanted to kill her and bring her back, but refrained after the chipped was removed. And she knew it. He told her often.
His demon had been quiet for a while, but was fast growing irritated. He wanted to hunt soon, but would have to have a talk with his sire before he would be free to leave.
“Red…I need to have a little…chat with Peaches here. Can I meet you in the kitchen for a snack in a bit?”
“Oh, okay. See ya later Angel,” she replied, understanding that she was being dismissed.
~~~*~~~
“Well Peaches, were you all tears when you fancied me dust? Or was dancing a Irish jig closer to the truth?” The cold blue orbs betrayed the smirk. He was serious.
Angel rolled his eyes, not ready to do this, but not seeing any way to avoid it. “Spike when I thought you were gone, I did not dance a jig. Honestly Spike, I felt you go. But it must have been you leaving this dimension, making me think you died…and…I …I was sick.”
“Sick?” He scowled.
“Sick…Fever… throwing up blood.” He would not look in the demon’s eyes, desperately avoiding the mockery he knew he would find there. “It was losing you that made me sick. Wesley is the only one who knew. With Cordy still in a coma and taking over the firm…well the others have been preoccupied.”
“Hey, the witch told me about your seer. Bit of bad luck that was. And where’s your kid? Only hear two heartbeats.”
Angel’s jaw dropped. “You…you remember Connor?”
“I’m not daft Angel. I’ve just been gone on a little holiday. Bloody poof…”
“But you remember him?!” He grabbed the blonde by his shoulders, crushing him while the younger vampire wiggled free.
“What’s is your main mental malfunction? Let me go!” He pushed his sire, sending him careening into the wall.
“Spike….” he grunted, righting himself. “No one remembers him. He’s gone and no one remembers…” One blood tear slid down his face, slowly, grudgingly as if it was reluctant to depart the vampire’s company.
“Angel?” He gracefully climbed out of the dark vampire’s bed, easily ignoring the scent that he’d trained himself to forget, and padded over to him, oblivious of his own nakedness, concern etched in his features. “What happened?”
Angel explained to his childe, his boy, his favorite among them all, everything that he had held in. In truth, he’d lost both of his sons within the span of a few weeks. No one cared that Spike was gone and no one remembered Connor so he was utterly and completely alone in his grief. Until two days ago, he’d only suspected that Willow may have missed his blonde childe, but she didn’t ever say much about it, perhaps thinking Angel was indifferent.
No that he had someone he could speak to about his dark boy, he released a flood of emotions and Spike was overwhelmed, not only by the depth of feeling Angel had for the human boy that caused him so much anguish, but by all that Angel felt for him, apparently all along. He told Spike that he was given a second chance to make things right with him and of he would let him he wanted to try.
“I don’t know how it will work, but I will have a relationship with you. I won’t just let you go again.”
“If I remember correctly, you left me, Poof.” Spike admonished.
“Well you beat me with a crowbar, took Dru, and left me in Sunnydale, and sided with Buffy who sent me to Hell.” He reminded the blonde.
“Oh, come on Peaches. You were trying to end the bloody world. I did you and everyone else on this soddin’ planet a favor.” He looked around and patted his chest where a pocket would be for a smoke, finally realizing that he was nude. “Um Angel…Is my honor still intact?” He grinned at Angel who cracked a small smile.
“Oh yeah, for now.” He said, ignoring the snarl from the blond as he stood. “Get dressed. I know your hungry. I have some blood in the frig downstairs.”
Spike pulled a face. “I was thinking more on taking Red up on her offer.” Angel growled, stalking up to the blonde.
“Don’t touch her Spike.” They were nose-to-nose, blue eyes laughing up into brown.
“I won’t hurt her, Peaches. In fact, she’ll love it.” He retorted, sucking on an inhumanly long canine, before tilting his head and studying the brunette. “Why do you care anyway Pops?” <Gods…I need a smoke.>
“She’s not a toy, Spike.” He answered lamely.
“Yeah, I know and if you think I would hurt her, you are sadly mistaken. First I like the chit…a lot. Second, I’ll turn her before I ever let her die, and third, she’s the real big bad in these parts….You’d do well to remember that.”
Angel did not bother to reply. He was stuck on Spike’s first point, that he liked Willow, a lot. He’d have to see what that actually meant. Handing his childe a pair of sweats they would be too baggy and a tee shirt, he waited for him to dress and together they left in search of the vampire, the witch, and the key.
~Part: 7~
Willow found Dawn, playing jacks on the lobby floor with Drusilla.
“Dawn, where did you find jacks?” Willow squealed, ready to join the game.
“In the desk over in that office. There wasn’t much else. I mean don’t these people have any fun around here?”
“I couldn’t tell you.” She sat on the floor creating a circle with the other two. “So Drusilla, you play jacks?”
“Spikey’s Niblet taught me. But I am tired of it.”
“Yeah, Willow, she’s sooo good at it. You should see her. She moves so fast. I guess it’s a vampire thing, huh?” She shrugged. Dawn’s ease around the vampire was unsettling and the redhead intended to remind the girl that as innocent and carefree that Drusilla seemed, the demon was still dangerous and not to be trusted. At least not yet.
“Yes, pet, it’s a vampire thing. A special gift from my Daddy. Do you want a prezzie too?”
“No Dru…she doesn’t want that kind of prezzie.” And the witch nearly giggled when the demon’s face melted into a pretty pout, completely shattering the effects of Willow’s forthcoming lecture on the perils of vampires.
“My prince is awake.” She announced to no one in particular.
“Yes. He and Angel are talking. He’ll be down soon.”
“He is hungry. Angelus shouldn’t keep him so long.” The vampire said these things as a matter of fact, without any emotional commitment to her statements.
“I’m sure he’s fine.” Willow eyed the vampire. She was curious about what Drusilla wanted from Spike and Angel. Did she expect him to leave with her? Or did she intend to stay around here with them both. That idea was extremely unappealing to the redheaded witch. She had no real reason to hate the vampire since 11th grade, yet she still harbored a grudge. Spike loved her so much and she taunted him when he was weak and then left him. Willow did not like that, vampire or not, and held that against her for a long time. Presently she had been indifferent to her until she returned and helped save the blonde. Now even though she wasn’t actually afraid of her or angry with her, she was still reluctant to open her arms to the wispy brunette. And it had nothing to do with Angel or Spike’s affection for the vampiress. <Nothing at all!>
Dru swayed to and fro, studying the little witch. She knew the girl was magic’s equivalent of a nuclear bomb. She would be a powerful ally or a formidable enemy. At this point the seemingly fragile vampiress had not decided which one Willow was. Hearing her Sire and blonde prince coming she stopped her rocking and smiled up at the stairs just before they rounded a corner and began their descent together.
Willow followed her eyes as the rest on the pair. They were in her esteemed opinion absolutely georgous together and she felt her own heart jump in her chest at the sight of them.
“Cor, Spike you are stronger. More than before…” She giggled.
“I’m feeling bloody amazing…Come here, Dru.” He pulled her to him roughly and claimed her lips in a ravenous kiss, devouring her mouth. Tangling his hands in her long loose curls, he tore her lips from his, “Thanks, pet. Didn’t think you still cared,” He said as he sauntered deeper into the lobby checking out the redecorating that occurred since he last been there.
“Angelus, the place looks great. A bit much, but you always were a gaudy ponce.” He commented, pointedly ignoring Drusilla for the moment.
“We like it, Spike.” Angel retorted, wondering what his childe was playing at.
“Yeah, well, I’ll need my own room. I don’t feature waking up looking at your poofy arse everyday.” He grinned at Willow. “One next to my witch will do nicely.” He laughed when his sire growled and Willow joined in quietly, rejoicing at his use of the possessive pronoun.
“Dru, pet, I’m a bit peckish…Fancy a hunt?”
“Oh goody. Yes…I need to eat.” She clapped, bouncing.
“Spike, You can’t go hunting…” Angel started.
The blonde and brunette linked arms and together turned feral eyes on their sire, ceasing his orders. “We’ll bring you something young and pretty, Daddy.” Dru promised as the door closed behind them.
~~~*~~~
“What are you gonna do, Angel?” The young witch asked.
“I don’t have a clue. Part of me is screaming to go and stop them. Take them to the cage downstairs and punish them. But another part, a not so small part, wants that treat that Dru plans to bring me. Wants to link arms with them both and join in the hunt.” He ran a hand through his thick brown hair. “God Willow, sometimes…sometimes I just want to taste the fear and feel the blood as a terrified heart pumps it furiously, flooding my mouth. There is nothing like it on this earth…”
The imagery was disturbing and arousing, a contrary mixture that she was at a loss to explain.
“Do you always feel like that? Is that how it is for you with the soul?”
“Not always, but Spike and Dru definitely bring it out. It’s one reason why I insisted he stay in Sunnydale. Having him here is going to be very hard.”
“Hard like you two don’t get along…”
“No, hard like lose my soul if things get out of hand.” He confessed, watching the emotions play across her features as she processed this information.
“Wow….so you and Spike were bed buddies, huh?” She teased even though she was a little angry at the thought. How would she be able to compete with that Sire – Childe bond? <What am I competing for? Who? Goddess!>
“Yeah, don’t tell him I told you. I don’t think he’s ready for anything like that between us, if he would ever be, but I suspect he hasn’t told you himself for a reason and he’ll just be more pissed at me for telling.
“My lips are sealed.”
“Good. So how are you? I mean with him being alive, or whatever?”
“Oh. I’m just really happy he’s back. After I got back from England and found him in the basement we became really close. Of course I could NOT let Buffy know that. Let her tell it Spike was her own personal vamp, existing only to serve her needs.” Angel was unaccustomed to darkness in the redhead and now saw what must be attracting Spike to her. Not that she wasn’t physically beautiful and intelligent and funny, but there was fdarkness underneath it all, lending her a dangerous edge. It’s subtly, making her all the more alluring.
“Serve her needs?” He questioned.
“Oh…well…I mean… Not servicing. Because they stopped that be…oh, I…what was that? Did you hear that?”
“What happened, Willow?” he sighed, annoyed with himself for wanting to hear the story like some gossip hungry old lady.
“You sure you’re not gonna get all GRR and make with the mayhem?” She asked, half joking. He just smiled and motioned for her to go on.
“Well Buffy and Spike started sleeping together after I brought her back. She knew he loved her before she died and was using him. She treated him terribly, but he took it all, thinking he could make her love him. And then one day he got tired of it, saw her for hat she was, and wanted to break it off but she wouldn’t hear of it and would basically force herself on him if he didn’t uh, you know, do it willingly.
“So finally she decided to end it because she felt BAD about using him, but it was really because we all found out and Xander was really hard on her. And was she ever sanctimonious when the tables turned and he used a little force on her. She rallied the troops to hate him, but it was too late. He was gone by then and came back with a soul.”
Angel, in a stupor of disbelief, shook it off and asked, “She was using him? Hurting him?”
“It hurt him a lot. I became his outlet to vent so I know just how hurt he was. She told him she loved him that day, that last day. But he didn’t believe her. That’s what she said at least.”
Angel’s mind was reeling. His boy, killer of two slayers was in love with one! His demon raged to be released and punish the boy for his stupidity. And Buffy, she bore his mark and abused his childe when she was supposed to protect him.
“Angel, you okay?” The redhead gently touched his shoulder, instantly calming the demon, murderous thoughts fading to be replaced by the scent of the witch.
“Yeah…I just don’t get why no one bothers to tell me this stuff when it’s happening…Spike is mine,” he growled as Willow took a step backwards in the face of Angelus. “And the slayer agreed to keep him safe, not fuck his mind up.” He made a mental note to call the small blonde and find out the extent of damage she did to his boy.
~Part: 8~
“When are you going to let me have taste, Red?” Spike slipped up behind her, sneaking an arm around her waist as he pulled her to him.
“Spike! Goddess…Human heart here!” Came her squeal, pressing a shaking hand against her chest. Apparently, the prodigal childer were back.
He only chuckled into her neck, offering no apology, as it would have been a lie, and focused on the hot blood rushing underneath. He imagined her sweet and sour, like her soul, as her heart slammed through her back into his chest as if his own.
She ignored his laughter and concentrated on the feel of his lips teasing her ear and neck. He had a talented mouth, something Buffy told her about in a moment of raw confession, and she’d been very curious since then. Truthfully, she was curious about William the Bloody since the night he dragged her into that burnt factory. She had been adamant about him not having her then, but still wondered, like she wondered about Angel.
“I need to taste you, Willow.” Fire…straight to her center in clenching waves, set her to trembling as she stood in the lobby, him licking her sensitive neck. His teasing tongue and lips caused tummy flip-flops, and her reason was replaced with instinct and desire as she pressed back against him. She moaned wantonly when she felt his hard shaft through the denim. Her scent drifted to him and he grinned, knowing that he was well on his way to a yummy Willow treat. “Invite me, luv. Invite me inside you now.” He growled.
She writhed against him, no longer thinking, only feeling, his aggressive behavior exciting her more than she could understand “Alright, Spike…come on in, stay a while.”
Instantly she found that she was straddling the blond as they occupied a lobby chair. <Goddess, he is so fast. How did Buffy ever beat him or Angel?> This was her last coherent thought as he proceeded to devour the witch, his witch.
“WILLOW! SPIKE!”
The redhead and blond looked up, wide-eyed, startled by an extremely angry Angel.
“Go away, Peaches.” The younger vampire couldn’t resist taunting his sire. “Dru is waiting for YOU upstairs.”
“Willow, get off of him and come here,” he ordered, a growl escaping.
“Hey…It’s not what…Okay it is, but he’s not hurting me.” She panted as she shifted to get his distractively bulging erection from under her hot core.
“No? You just invited him inside you, Willow. To ‘stay a while’ were your exact words. Do you know what you’ve just done?”
She shrank back at his words and melted into the blond, shaking her head furiously. “An invitation, no biggie. I can always revoke it.” She looked from Spike, who was glaring at his sire, to Angel whose eyes softened at her naivety.
“No, that’s to a house. You can’t revoke an invitation to your body. There is no spell to change that. He can drink from you at will. He can…screw you anytime he wants…”
“I would never hurt her, Sire.” Spike pouted. Willow awww’d and leaned into him placing a small kiss on his nose.
“See, he won’t hurt me, and I trust him, Angel.” The dark vampire sighed, his thoughts turning inward to examine his own motives. He wanted Willow, on some level. That much was evident to him. His problem now was whether he wanted to compete with his childe for her affections, which the blond already seemed to possess, or come to some sort of an agreement about the witch with the boy.
“Spike, in my room. Now!” He pivoted on a dime and climbed the stairs without waiting or glancing back.
Spike rolled his eyes and lifted Willow up so he could stand.
“He can’t just boss us around like that!” She stood, angry that her first opportunity to explore her feelings for Spike were interrupted.
“Yeah, he can. Me at least.” His smile held an apology. “This isn’t over,” he added as he backed away, then turned to follow his brassed-off sire
~~~*~~~
Angel, who’d sent Dru on a recon mission to get information out of Willow, was sitting in his favorite chair when his errant, most annoying childe came sauntering into the room as if he owned the place.
“So what’s the grand emergency, Peaches?” He pulled a cigarette from his pack, obtained while out with Dru, and lit it, blowing the smoke, distractedly.
“What happened between you and Buffy?” Angel smiled as the boy stiffened, amused to have caught him off his game.
“Nothing to tell, really.” He replied, looking at his feet, now wearing the new Doc Martin’s he’d stolen tonight as well. The jeans and blue silk shirt were new too, as no self-respecting demon would be caught dead in those baggy sweats his sire provided him earlier.
“I hear differently, my boy. Did you not remember that she belongs to me? Did you not see me claim?” He asked softly, slipping quickly into old habits and old speech when around this creature.
Spike was not unaffected, and took to pacing to ease his nervousness. “I never bit her, Sire. I think it was that soddin’ chip. Had me all confused, it did. I thought I loved her, but it was just the only way I could possess her, since I couldn’t possess her in death. I know that now.”
“Was it worth the trouble?” He asked, and would have been amused if he weren’t so pissed at Buffy for using his childe’s affections against him. <Only I can do that!>
“What?…I guess not. She cost me a lot. More than I had to give actually. For a while, there was nothing left of me. But Red… she was always a wonder. She helped me get it together again. Told me the girl would never love me and to stop torturing m’self.”
“And did you?” Angel asked, now getting to the part that held his interest and anger.
“Tried, but the tart wouldn’t let a bloke go. She kept after me, taking her pleasure. The chit is strong and I guess I really didn’t want to hurt her even though I could. I can take her in a fight any day and she knew it.” His voice trembled. “But she knew I’d never…And then when she had me all nice and addicted again, she called it off. For no reason. Nothing I did to piss her off. Her friends found out, or Xapper to be exact, and she cracked under the pressure. Kicked me out of her life like I was nothing.” He walked to the bathroom and tossed his smoke into the toilet.
“And then?” He spoke calmly, but his demon seethed at her actions.
“Then I went to teach the bitch a lesson. Show her what she was missing. We fought and I tried to…but she’s pretty strong and like I said, I must not have really wanted to hurt her ‘cause she stopped me from going too far. I left after that and got saddled with that stupid soul.”
“And we all know that didn’t work out too well at first.” He smiled at the small smirk from his childe.
“Bloody right it didn’t. Worse thing to ever happen to me. I wanted to rip it out from the start.”
“Did she like you more…with it?”
“Well, yes and no. She was not willing to stake me on sight anymore, and even got the chip removed for me, but she never wanted me again. Bloody Hell Angelus, she never wanted me at all. I was the closest thing to you,” he said pointedly, scared eyebrow raised.
“Spike...I,” he started, but his childe held up a pale hand, laughing softly.
“Don’t. It’s alright. I don’t blame you for that. I knew better than to get involved with her. It screamed of wrongness the whole time, but I was determined to have her. I think I stopped feeling like that after the chip came out. I’m fond of her now, respect her as an ally and enemy, but that’s all.”
“Spike…” when the blond tried to interrupt him again it was Angel who held up a hand. “No, let me say this…I need to say this….You are mine. Never doubt that. Angel, Angelus, it doesn’t matter. You always have been mine, and even though I made some bad decisions, I need you to know that I will never turn my back on you again. It’s not going to be easy between us, with you mouthing off all the time and your generally annoying demeanor, but I’ll take that any day over losing you again.” Angel rose and Spike watched him carefully through narrowed eyes, seeing shadows of Angelus beneath the seemingly gently surface of Angel.
Spike swallowed as the vampire stalked him and for a few seconds, unsure of his intention, or perhaps all too sure. His demon’s plan was to flee. However, before he could commit to any action, his sire was upon him, kissing his roughly, aggressively, dominating the younger vampire in it’s possessiveness. Spike whimpered, angry with himself for letting such a weak sound escape him, but unable to do anything else. This was something he’d desired and dreaded equally since Angelus’ first returned, but was denied. And now that it was happening, the blond decided to enjoy it for all he could. He slipped a hand up to cradle his sire’s head, and allowed the kiss to deepen as he kissed him back, fighting for dominance himself. Angel tore away from his childe and moved to his neck, as his ridges appeared, sliding fangs into a long abandoned mark. Spike groaned, his cock hardening instantly, while Angel bit deeper, reclaiming the boy as his own, and drank of his essence. The older vampire marveled at the power in his childe’s blood, delighting in the instant intoxication.
Releasing him, he licked the wound until the bleeding stopped, while Spike pondered his own reactions. He would not be submissive to anyone again and planned to make that clear to his sire at every opportunity. Angel rested his forehead against Spike’s, a giggle forming from the high he was feeling.
“Better than ever, my boy. You were always the most delicious thing I’d tasted.” He licked his lips of the remaining blood and stepped back a few inches. He bared his neck in offering. “Drink,William.”
Sire’s blood…It called to him every minute of his existence, and was unattainable for 100 years. Now here, being offered freely, not just to heal him, and almost fledge-like in his excitement, he nearly tackled Angel as he bite into his flesh. They stumble backward a few feet, Spike never leaving his neck, until a wall stopped them. It was then that the boy drank in earnest, grinding his erection against that of Angel’s, unabashedly moaning at the taste of his drug of choice: Angelus. Reluctantly, he pulled away, feral eyes meeting feral eyes, panting despite his non-need. Once calmer, he flopped on his sire’s bed, taking in his scent in the sheets, and lit a cigarette.
“That was…fun!” Angel laughed at his boys attempt to simplify the situation and the blond gave him a heated smirk. “So… Can I get back to the witch now? I’m planning on shagging her unconscious or vice-verse. She is a bit of a spit fire.”
“I don’t think so,” he replied, seriously.
“Look, Angel, I like the chit. Not gonna hurt her or turn her. At least not yet. And it’s nothing but fun between friends. She’s not in love, I’m not in love, and she’s got a hot little body and wants it bad. So…why do you care?” He watched the dark vampire through the smoke, determined to have his way.
“She’s my friend and I don’t want to see her hurt, EMOTIONALLY either. You don’t play well with human consorts, Spike.”
“I’ll be careful. I’m not a bloody fledge, Angelus… I am my own master and don’t need your permission to shag an unclaimed human.” He argued as he rose gracefully from the bed and began leaving the suite. Angel eyed him with a mixture of admiration and annoyance. “Now, Peaches, if you’ll excuse me, I have a witch to seduce.”
~Part: 9~
Drusilla found the redhead, scowling as she reclined on the round settee.
“Oh pretty tree, you have such delicious thoughts, but no hurting Daddy. I won’t stand for it,” she admonished the witch with a slight pout.
“Dru, I… Hi. How was your hunt?” She didn’t really want to hear about it, but needed to change the subject quickly. The vampire’s psychic ability was unnerving.
“Most tasty, just like I remembered Angel’s city. And my Spike is just devastating to watch. Makes me all tingly.” She squirmed as she sat next to the witch, and Willow rolled her eyes at her theatrics.
“But why do you want to hurt my Daddy?” So much for subject changing. <Is she really all that crazy?>
“I don’t want to hurt him. Not really. He just made me angry.” She would not tell her more than that, not before knowing what the vampiress wanted from Spike.
“Daddy sees a treat, split down the middle, and he goes back and forth between what he wants when he can have both.”
“Dru, what are you talking about?” She sighed, ready to stand and go for a walk. Maybe upon returning her anger will have dissipated some.
“Everyone wants two.” She smiled and walked away, swaying to her stars’ music.
“Everyone wants to?” She frowned. “Everyone wants to what?”
~~~*~~~
Angel sat thinking, his long pale fingers steepled below his nose. Somewhere, a switch was turned off and a decision was made, as the vampire picked up the phone and dialed a number that was etched in his brain, even though he just learned it a few weeks ago.
After several rings a male voice the vampire recognized answered.
“Slayer Central.” He greeted, but Angel could tell his heart wasn’t in it. Something was torn from the boy when the ex-demon died and it went with her.
“Harris.” He smiled, knowing what was coming.
“Deadboy.” Xander was over his great hatred of the vampire, but liked to keep up pretenses. “And to what do I owe this..? Nah… Not even gonna lie…What do you want? Buffy’s not here.”
“I love you too, Harris. When will she be back? I have some news.”
“Why do you have to be cryptic? Spill. I can tell her. Me big boy now.”
“In more ways than one,” Angel retorted.
“Still nummy and tasty as ever, too. So what’s the what?” The boy was honestly curious. Angel never called, so it must be big. He’d hoped for a longer reprieve from fighting big uglies, but if duty called…
“It’s about Spike.”
Xander was uncommonly quiet for a few seconds. The blond vampire, even in death, was the source of much discontent among their ranks, and the main reason Willow decided to separate from the rest of the gang. He knew that she loved them all, but felt they betrayed the demon, not even honoring him a little, and openly speaking ill of him, when in fact he save them. Saved the world. Willow accused them all of being callous and ungrateful in their mockery of his unrequited love for his slayer. It was that very love, however misplaced, which afforded them all the luxury of another day. So she stayed behind, not offering much more of an explanation other than that it was time for a break.
“What about Spike? What did Willow tell you?” He was suddenly awash with guilt, like talking to the father of someone he’d wronged, not sure of what he knew.
“Willow didn’t say much. Not for a while, but recently she opened up…So Spike and Buffy, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“I heard she wasn’t very kind to him. Used him.”
“Well, she came back different, Angel. She’s used us all at some point.”
“I let him stay there to help her instead of forcing him to come to LA after the chip. She was supposed to protect him. Not humiliate him. All of you took your stabs at my childe when he couldn’t fight back.”
“Whoa!....Spike could always fight back. He… His mouth…What he perceived… was a bigger weapon than you can ever imagine, Deadboy. He watched us, studied us and got in our heads.”
“How many times did he save your life? Before Buffy and he ever?”
The brunette sighed. “I can’t count. Too many.”
“And you couldn’t see that all his talk was just that? To keep up appearances. He’s a DEMON. He was supposed to be mean. And YOU are human, but showed him no compassion.”
“Well nothing I can do about it now.” Radio silence for a moment as both pondered the irony of that statement, but for different reasons.
“We do miss him,” he whispered. “It’s strange not having that voice of honesty and as much as I hate to admit it, reason. I’m sorry, Angel.”
It was the vampire’s turn to sigh. “Sorry for what?”
“Sorry he’s gone. Sorry he had to die saving us, miserable lot that we are, as he would say. Sorry no one even asked you if you were okay. Deep down we know you cared about him and Drusilla. Or you would have killed them long ago. So, I’m just sorry.”
Angel nodded, as if the boy could see him, trying to decide if he should tell them his boy was alive and soulless.
“Can you have Buffy call me? It’s important.”
“Sure… Angel?”
“Yeah…”
“Are we cool?” The vampire could hear the tension in Xander’s voice, that he wanted to make amends.
“Yeah, Harris, I think we are.”
~~~*~~~
Spike stalked the witch, catching up to her effortlessly and silently. Willow jumped at the voice purring in her ear.
“Come on then, Red.” He took her hand in his, crossing the street diagonally, hailing a cab.
“Spike, where are we going?” She was glad he found her, her mood becoming happier at the sight of him. And what a sight he was to her eyes. It was a dream, a miracle, him being here again. She’d wanted him before, but didn’t think it right since he was so deeply entrenched in his belief that he loved Buffy, and she fancied herself gay. Now, none of that stood in her way, and she could have a taste of this vampire if she chose. He still had not answered her, standing holding the cab door open, waiting.
“Where, Spike?”
He smiled that smile that could charm the Devil into doing good. “Somewhere that Peaches won’t find us, and I can get inside that tantalizing body of yours.”
“Gods, Spike!” She laughed, climbing in as the blond climbed in behind her.
~Part: 10~
Drusilla sat, braiding Dawn’s long brown hair, smiling up at the stairs, when she sensed her sire’s approach.
He looked around, taking note of those who were missing.
“Dawn, have you eaten?” The vampire asked quietly.
“Oh yeah, Dru made me a bowl of ice cream and cherries.” She told him this as if that was the most nutritious meal ever created. Dru smiled slyly at her sire, knowing he was displeased with her choices, hoping he’d punish her just a little.
“The little sunrise wanted soup, but that’s no fun. Just hot and messy.” She finished the last braid and began winding them intricately, duplicating a style Angelus’ favored over 100 years ago.
“Where’s Willow?”
Dru didn’t look up from her task, but answered, bobby pins between her lips. “She left, all in a huff about you, Daddy. She is volcanic. But doesn’t she know when lava cools its hard.”
He figured Willow might still be a little angry at him and wanted to speak with her, apologize.
“And Spike?”
The vampiress gazed at the ceiling, looking through it to her beloved stars, stars that entrusted her with so many secrets. “Ohhh, he’s found her. Found your tree. But she isn’t yours yet. Might be Spike’s sooner” Drusilla giggled, using the last pin on the girl, and turning her to see the finished product.
“Now aren’t you just cute as the dickens, pet. Run along and get ready for bed. Its past your bedtime and my Angel is cross with me.”
Dawn stood and gave him a Summers’ stare of defiance, eyebrow raised. <Damn, she’s Buffy’s sister!>
He glanced sheepishly at Dawn. “ I…I’m not cross. Go on up, I’ll check on you soon. Dru, stop filling her head.” The teenager nodded, satisfied that Angel knew better than yell at her new friend. They watched her ascend the stairs and listened to her retreating heartbeat.
“But Angel, my head is so full. Full of delicious thoughts our Prince is thinking, doing.” He was raging. Spike was taking what belonged to him. But how could he lay claim to the human when he’d not even told her of his feelings? Would she even reciprocate?
“Where. Are. They?” He spat through clenched teeth.
Her big doe eyes focused on his. “Will you hurt me, Angel? Just a little?”
A huge feral grin spread across his face as he grabbed her deceivingly frail hand and dragged her, albeit willingly, into the basement, where he kept his toys.
~~~*~~~
“SPIKE! There’s a Jacuzzi bath!” Her eyes were lit up with excitement as she survey the room he brought her to. He asked for the honeymoon suite, leering at her, as the concierge watched them, amused at her obvious embarrassment and the blond's blatant suggestiveness. Without a doubt, they were not married.
“Yeah, pet. Wanna wash me? I’ve been a bad boy today. Dirt and blood all over.” He made a point of peeling out of his clothes and holding them as if heavily soiled before tossing them carelessly.
“Spike! What are you doing? Put your… something back on!” She was laughing and backing away as he approached, eyes flicking gold with the demon. <oh oh…>
“Now Spike, I…Gods…You’re not gonna hurt me, are you? No, of course not…” She took in the sight of his body, pale and magnificent. “And not the least bit shy, huh? Umm, Spike?” When she hit the wall he was still halfway across the suite. In a blink, literally, he was upon her, making her jump and squeal in delightful fear. <He’s too fast. What am I doing?>
He was in her personal space and leaned to her ear. “Pet, we can do anything and everything you want. I don’t judge and I don’t tell. Whatever happens here stays here.” His voice, deep and sensual, his words enticing, and she was reeling with the desire to let him do everything to her.
She was breathless. “And what will you do?” His lips were mere inches from hers as her heart pounded mercilessly in her chest, threatening to burst through.
“I’ll give myself to you, Willow. Mind, body and blood. And I want the same. For tonight and as many nights as you desire.”
“Oh yeah…You sure you're up to the task?” It took every ounce of her control to stop the trembling in her legs as his lips descended on her neck, a frenzy of sensations bolting straight to her center. “Oh goddess…” She murmured, all coherent thought retreating blissfully.
~~~*~~~
Her thin, lithe form hung from the chains, bloodied and slick as Angel licked her wounds. To his demon her bruises were lovely against the pale flesh.
“Princess, will you tell me where Spike is?” He asked, putting the dagger down.
The vampiress just flung her head back, laughing and moaning. “Not yet, Angel.”
Warming to the game, now hoping she wouldn’t tell too soon, the vampire picked up the cat-o-ninetails, his cock jumping as Dru squealed in delight. “Ya want this, do ya, Princess?”
Her eyes rolled back as she sucked on a canine. “Ummm yes, now I surely won’t tell. Not until I’ve had enough of your intoxicating pain. Please, Daddy, show me how much you care.”
Unable to resist such a plea from his childe, Angel began the next level, the reason for the torture cast away for the moment.
~~~*~~~
There was a mirror in front of the large bed, nearly taking up the entire wall. She supposed it was for the kinky to watch themselves in action. As she straddled him, impaled on his long thick shaft, he had her facing the mirror and it almost tore her mind apart to feel him inside her, touching her everywhere at once, but not see him. She let her eyes roll up in her head, mesmerized by the vision in front of her, but too overwhelmed to view it any longer.
“Open them, Willow. Watch. See how beautiful you are coming for me.” She opened her eyes, half mast, her walls clenching around him as he spoke to her. She felt a small pain in her neck, then heated pleasure, causing her to cry out and come again as twin trails of blood ran down her chest. The sucking was timed with her pulsating core and he could not hold back any longer. He gripped her hips, slamming into her tiny body violently a few more times, loving her screams that begged him to never stop. His seed went deep into the redhead, finding a place to call home as they both collapsed, sweating and cool, just what the other needed.
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