Summary: Spike turns Willow before Angelus re-emerged. But after the duo become close, they are cursed, forcing them to separate.
Pairing: Red/Spike/Dru (undertones), Red/Angelus, Buffy/Angel, Willow/Other, Willow/Angel
Rating: PG-13 maybe R
Spoilers: None
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~Prologue ~
Willow kept running as fast as she could. Stupid, stupid, stupid! She should have been more careful, and she was supposed to be the smart one. Ha! She had forgotten her purse back at the house with all of her vampire fighting utensils. So now she was faced with running away from the sanctity of both her house and the library by the bleached blonde menace, the newest Big Bad they had been facing. She turned a corner to find she had run into one of the many cemeteries that littered across the town. Without giving a second thought, Willow sped into the graveyard, hoping to either loose Spike in here or maybe run into Buffy or Angel on patrol before their meeting. Willow ducked behind a mausoleum and tried to catch her breath, keeping her eyes and ears open for an opening to escape.
“Oh Red, come out come out where ever you are! I’ll find you little girl. I always get what I want Red, and right now I want you.” He taunted her as he sniffed the air trying to locate her scent. He grinned as he found the direction in which she was hiding. He took his time to get there, never making a sound. Spike longed to taste her blood in his mouth, feel her body struggle, and then slowly weaken as she died. He rounded around the mausoleum and grabbed a fistful of red hair.
Willow squealed as she felt the fist grab her hair and yank up. Her scalp burned and her neck muscles protested at how hard it was being pulled. Her back was pressed against Spike’s immobile chest, and her waist was being squeezed so tight she could barely breathe.
“Well, well, well. Lookie what I’ve got.” He licked her exposed neck and grinned as he felt her shudder.
“Please, don’t kill me.” She whispered hoping to convince him of the fact she should live.
“Oh don’t worry love; you won’t die, at least permanently.” He sunk his fangs savagely into her neck and sucked quickly. Her blood was thick and sweet, that of an innocent virgin. Spike ground his growing erection against her as he fed. When her heart was slowing almost to a stop, he cut his wrist with his fangs and pushed the oozing wound to her mouth. She first refused but then began drinking. Two tears slipped from her eyes and soon allowed death to claim her, knowing soon she would wake up a demon.
Spike lifted the now dead girl in his arms and carried her to the lair. Dru would now be happy she had a friend to play with and he could use the chit against the slayer. Not only was Red smart, she also knew the slayer better than anyone. Yes, with his first child and his love by his side, the three of them would bring down the best slayer in history.
~Chapter 1~
It was 4:00 am and still no sign of Willow. Giles paced the library while Xander, Cordelia, Buffy, and Angel were out there searching for the girl. She was supposed to be there eight hours ago and Giles feared the worst. At the moment the swinging doors opened and the watcher turned hoping to see the red head safe and sound. It was only Xander and Cordelia, and they looked a fright. They were covered in dirt and the cheerleader was limping.
“Sorry Giles no word.” Cordelia sounded somber and sad, which made Giles wonder just how deeply the brunette girl really cared about the band of misfits.
“We can’t give up. She’s probably at Amy’s or with Oz and forgot to tell us.” Xander tried to sound positive and in control, but everyone, even him, noticed that his statement sounded hopeless.
“Spike got her.” They all jumped at the sound of Angel’s voice. He came in supporting a very battered and crying Slayer. Giles went to take his charge to a chair while Cordelia went into the office to retrieve the first aid kit. As soon as the vampire was open, Xander pounced. Knocking over the souled one he began to rain blows over his form as Angel merely tried to cover himself.
“You bastard, you fucking son of a bitch! What do you mean that bleached blonde blood sucker got her?”
“Xander calm down.” Cordelia tried to sooth her ‘boyfriend’.
“Talk asshole before I stake your sorry ass.” the teen hissed holding the wooden stake to the vampire’s chest.
“Buffy and I were checking all the usual hunting grounds when I ran into one Spike’s fledges. He had an unconscious boy over the shoulder. I got curious why he had yet to drain the kid so Buffy and I tackled him and asked questions. He told us the master had asked that someone bring a live human, the best they could find for his childe. Spike never had a childe, until tonight. Jack, the minion told us Spike had captured and turned Willow, then brought her to the lair. He wanted a fresh kill for her for when she woke up, since it would be daylight when she did.” Angel’s voice was soft and pained. He had failed. He was supposed to care about these people, protect the ones that had become his family. Willow was his best friend; the little red head had gone out of her way to make him feel special and wanted, not like a cursed demon. He had sworn to always keep her from harms way and now she was dead.
“No.” whispered a shocked Xander. He dropped the stake and rolled to sit beside Angel. Not caring if he looked like a wuss, Xander started crying, sobbing really. His bestest bud was dead, taken from him just like Jesse. He was alone now; his parents were too drunk and fighting with one another to care about what happened to their kid. Jesse and Willow had become his surrogate family and then the boy had been killed and turned, forcing Xander to destroy the demon with his friend’s face. But now Willow, his little sis, his best bud, and his brainy friend that stuck it out with him through thick and thin had been taken from him. And this time he wasn’t sure if he could stake her.
“What about cursing her? I mean Angel has a soul, why can’t we just give her one too?” Buffy’s voice was low and self hating. She was the Slayer, it was her job to protect the innocent, and none was more innocent than the red head. The girl was the first real female friend she ever had and knew the slayer, all of them inside out. She would be a formidable enemy, or ally, and right now it was the first.
“The kinds of magic used to curse me are old, I don’t know if we could find them. We can try though. What do you say Giles? You have knowledge of the arts and contacts that might help.” Angel was hopeful, they could get her back. He only hoped it was before her kill ratio was too high for the sweet innocent girl to handle once restored.
“Yes, yes, that could work. We c-curse her and we will have our Willow back. I’ll speak to Miss Calendar to search that contraption for anything she could find. Right, right, this might work. What about her parents, what should we tell them?”
“Don’t worry they’re in Europe for another four months on a lecture tour. We won’t have to worry about them for some time.” Cordelia answered. “What? I listen.”
“Alright, Angel, Buffy I suggest you patrol together at all times. If you can, subdue her and then bring her here. We might be able to keep her somewhere locked up until we curse her. The rest of you are going to help with research. We have to do this before she has a chance to kill.”
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Willow woke up felling groggy and, different. Her senses were sharper, better, more acute and she found she liked it. Her green eyes took in the dark shadowed room she found herself resting in, her ears picked up the sounds of voices on the floor beneath hers, and she could smell so many things now. She smelled roses and something new she instantly knew was death and power. The new demon lifted her head from the pillow and sat there getting her bearings; she could feel a gnawing hunger in her belly and knew she had to feed.
“Hello pretty baby.” The soft weak feminine voice of Drusilla met her ears.
“Hungry.” Willow’s voice was half growled as she demanded for nourishment. There was also a small whine.
“Hello baby. How do you feel?” the deep cockney accented voice she knew oh so well asked as Spike entered the room. He was followed by three minions holding each a human.
“Sire.” She breathed as their linked flared with energy. She could feel his power as a master vampire instantly, but she also felt him.
“I’m hungry.” She pouted girlishly for him.
“Well Red, daddy brought his little girl a yummy treat. Since it’s still light out I had the minions hunt you down the best they could find.” He waved at the two cowering teenage girls and a little boy that were bound and gagged. Willow got up and walked to her food. She looked at each one of them, measuring their worth. She stopped in front of the little boy and squatted down in front of him.
“Shh, shhh, shh. It’s ok little guy; why are you crying?” Willow traced the tear tracks on his face and slowly took him away from the minion. She hushed and rocked the little boy until his tears calmed down. She unbound him and then carried the boy to the other end of the room. Spike stood by and watched a bit confused at his childe. She was being to friendly with the kid, could he have done something wrong in her turning, or was she simply faulty.
“I want my mommy.” The boy whispered.
“I know. What’s your name?”
“Alex.”
“Really, that my friend’s name too, but we call him Xander.”
“I’m scared.” Alex whispered to the pretty lady that seemed to be keeping back the monsters that took him away. He had snuck out of his room to play in his tree house even though his mom had said he couldn’t. Half way up the tree house, the monster had grabbed him, covered his mouth so that his parents wouldn’t hear him. Alex had begged to be let go home, he promised to be a good boy, if only he could go home.
“Why?” Willow’s voice was soft. She could smell his blood just under the skin singing to her. She wanted to taste is innocence washed down her throat and sedate her hunger. But she wouldn’t let her hunger get the better of her.
“The monsters are going to punish me. I did something I wasn’t supposed to.”
“And what was that?”
“My mommy wouldn’t let me go outside to play in my new tree house so I snuck out. Daddy always said that if I wasn’t a good boy that the monsters would come after me and punish me.” He liked the feel of her hand running in his hair. She smelled like gingerbread cookies, his favorite. Suddenly her hand tangled in his blonde hair and she pulled his head back, making him look at her. Her face had changed! She was one of the monsters that had taken him.
“Well maybe you should listen to your mom and dad more often.” The red-haired demon quickly sank her fangs into his young neck and drank greedily as he struggled. She loved the smell and taste of his fear, how he struggled causing the wound to bring forth more sweet blood. Soon he was limp in her arms, drained completely of his life’s blood.
“Too bad you won’t be able to again.” She carelessly dropped his body to the floor and got up. Willow walked up to her sire and grinned at him.
Spike was impressed! She had just risen and already his Red was ruthlessly killing innocents like a pro. She seemed so cruel and heartless, leading the boy on, making him believe she was going to help, only to show he had just given himself to a monster. He saw her walk up to him a self satisfied smirk on her face. He noticed she still had some of the boy’s blood on her lips, dribbling down to her chin. Swooping down, he slowly licked the trail of red liquid stopping at her lips to nibble on them. She moaned at his attentions.
“Well Red, how was it?” he whispered in her ear as his hand sensuously caressed her mid section.
“Yummy. He was so sweet sire, thank you for my treat.” She pressed herself flush against the bleached blonde vamp that was her master. She could feel lust flare through her at the contact. Oh Goddess how she wanted him to take her!
“Mummy’s little girl did well. You were so pretty all the gushy sweet blood flowing into you away from the lost little lamb.” Willow felt her sire’s mate, her mummy, brush her red hair. She began to purr at the attention she was getting. Her ‘daddy’ was now licking her no longer beating pulse point as her ‘mummy’ was now removing her shirt.
Spike heard his childe moan and lifted his head from her sweet neck. “Don’t worry Red, daddy knows what you need.” He ground himself into the petite girl in front of him, and then turned to his minions. He told them to chain up the others to the wall, for later. He had a childe to train.
~Chapter 2~
Jenny stood stock still as she processed what Rupert had told her. Willow, sweet, smart, kind, and powerful, Willow Rosenberg had been turned. They needed to find a Rom curse to give her, her soul back. At first Jenny had become alarmed, afraid that somehow the watcher had found out she wasn’t Jenny Calendar, High School computer teacher, but in fact Janna Kalderash descendant of the gypsy princess Angelus had murdered over 80 years ago. No she soon found that the only reason Rupert had gone to her was because she was a techno-pagan and her skills in the arts and ‘that infernal contraption’ as the watcher had put it, would help them find the curse sooner. But if they were going to curse Willow, she needed to tell them about the clause on the spell, the red head didn’t deserve to suffer the way Angel did.
But no, she couldn’t tell them about it yet, she wanted to find a spell to permanently restore the soul, no clause to it. She had not agreed to the term of the curse after she met the vampire. He was kind and a great asset to the fight against evil. If he ever lost the soul then Angelus would be released, and who knew what kind of mayhem he would unleash on the world then. So instead of finding the original curse she would simply look for the new spell she had been searching for the past few months and perform it first on Willow, then Angel while no one was looking.
“I’ll, uh. I’ll get to work on it. I’ll try all of my usual contacts first, if they can’t give me anything, then I’ll try some of the more… ‘elite’ suspects.”
“Thank you Jenny.” Giles answered. The bell rang announcing the end of the school day. Two minutes later Buffy, a mopey Xander and saddened Cordelia entered the library.
“Alright where do we start?” a determined look was in Xander’s eyes as he spoke the words.
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Red awoke to the feel of a cool arm wrapped around her waist holding her to an equally cool and lean body. She opened her eyes and was met with Drusilla’s head resting on Spike’s unmoving chest. She raised her head to look into his face and found a satisfied smirk on his sleeping face. She arose from the bed and walked over to the dresser drawers that contained her things. She pulled on a pair of chocolate, skin tight leather pants with a royal purple halter top. The bodice had a heart shape to the top to accentuate her young firm breasts and the purple made her eyes look like deep emeralds. Looking once more to the bed to make sure her mum and daddy were asleep, Red left to hunt.
The slamming of the book made the occupants in the library start. They had been researching most of the day and had yet to find any more useful information. The brunette stood and paced a little before discarding the book and picking up another one.
“Damn, whom knew it’d be this hard to find any information on the curse!” the person grumbled as they opened a new book.
“I knew that the curse used on me was old magicks, but we have been able to find and use ones older than this. Why then can’t we find anything?” Angel added to Cordelia’s complaint with one of his own.
Angel, Buffy why don’t the two of you get a sweep in and work on some of your tensions? It’s been two hours since it darkened, and with Willow having raised…”Giles seemed unable to finish the sentence. He whipped off his spectacles and rubbed at his tired eyes. Xander took a bag from the second floor and gave it to Buffy.
“Here guys, I packed some artillery for you.”
“Thanks Xan. You’re right Giles, Willow is a fledgling and she’ll want to hunt. Well I will be damned If I am about to let her body count get too high for her to handle when we give her, her soul back.” With that the Slayer and souled vampire left the library to prowl the streets.
Half an hour later they found Willow on her street feeing from one of the neighbors that seemed to always enjoy picking on the red head.
“Willow stop!”
Red lifted her head from the now dead neighbor’s neck. She saw the slayer and her grand-sire standing 17ft. away staring at her with regret, sadness and a little bit of anger. She allowed her demon features to remain, knowing it would throw their concentration and hurt just a little more. Red licked up some stray blood on her lips as she approached the duo.
“Sorry Slayer but Willow doesn’t live here anymore.”
“We know Pixie.” Angel softly whispered to the red head. Red growled at her human counterpart’s nickname. Angel had given her the name of Pixie when Willow had first started practicing magick. The souled vampire had told her she carried an earthly feel about her with an ethereal look, making her look like a mischievous pixie, hence the nickname.
“The name is Red soul boy! Not Willow, not Wills, not pixie, Red! As much as I’m enjoying this little reunion of ours, I’m afraid I have to leave. You know, places to go, people to eat.” She giggled the last part as she began walking backwards.
“Sorry Red but the only place you’re going is with us.” The words flew from his mouth as he lunged at her. The fledgling side stepped the attack ad kicked his mid back with her heeled boot, causing Angel to fall to the ground. She was tackled to the floor by Buffy having momentarily forgotten of the slayer. The new vampire reacted quickly by punching the slayer in the jaw. Buffy flew pack a few feet stunned by the force behind the hit.
With the slayer on the ground Red and Angel had been hitting it one on one and to be honest, Buffy was a little nervous at the girl’s efficiency to keep her feet on the ground. Their movements were so fast that Buffy had to watch for a little while before dropping in on the fight. She noticed that the fighting style was very similar to her own, so it seemed that all those nights of late night research while Buffy trained Willow paid attention. Buffy waited for an opening in the red head’s defense and finally found it. While kicking Angel with her right leg, Willow’s stance was shaky, so Buffy kicked out her left knee. Both Angel and the slayer winced when they heard the snap and yell from Willow. Angel pinned her arms behind her back as Buffy retrieved the handcuffs but before she could fully raise to her feet the blond felt something connect with her head.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you slayer.” The British lilt met the 2 Scooby members’ ears. With the distraction, Red took the moment to slam her head back into Angel’s face. He made the mistake of snatching away one of his hands to hold his bleeding nose. Red struggled out of his hold and ran to Spike. The bleached blond gathered his daughter close to him as he checked her for injuries. He growled as he noticed her limping from the snapped knee, she would heal though, after she fed.
“A word of advice peaches. Keep away from my Red here or your downfalls will be far, far more painful.” Keeping his arm around her waist the two soulless demons walked off into the night.
“Oh and Buffy, send my ‘love’ to Xander, I’m sure I’ll be seeing him soon.”
~Chapter 3~
Red was sitting next to her mummy on the bed as the dark haired vampiress weakly fed. Dru was getting weaker and weaker as the weeks passed by and the damn minions had yet to find a cure for her. Red had been doing her share of research, but her time was consumed mostly by caring for her sire and his mate, Dru with her illness and Spike with his needs in the bedroom.
“The stars are weeping baby girl. Can you hear them?”
“No mummy, I can’t. The stars only sing for the special and worthy ones.” She brushed a bit of the midnight mane from Dru’s face.
“Now finish your dinner and rest, I’ll be with daddy looking for your cure.” Once she was certain the ill vampire was resting, she walked over to the book littered desk in the room to continue researching. About three hours later the newest member of the family ran down through the warehouse screaming at the top of her lungs.
“Sire! Sire, I found it! I found her cure.” Spike was a blur he moved so fast.
“What is it Red?”
“A ritual, a very old ritual. But the most important thing is the blood of her sire. In order for the ritual to work it requires Angel’s blood.” Red proceeded to explain the workings of the ritual would cure Dru. Spike didn’t really care, he sent minions to find the other objects needed while he and Red went after Angel himself.
It had been quite easy to get Angel and now the big lug was tied to the foot of the bed while Drusilla played with him, repaying all the ‘fun’ times he had at her expense. Red and Spike came in just in time to hear Angel’s howl of pain as Dru poured a vile of holy water over his uncovered chest.
“It’s time pet. Red you make sure to bring peaches with us while I take mummy ahead to the church.” Before he lifted Dru into his arms, he made sure to possessively kiss Red in front of Angel. He smiled at the low growl coming from their chained prisoner. Red walked over to Angel to unchain him. He tried to plead with her.
“Willow please. Don’t do this.” He rasped at her as she leaned over him, crouched over his lap.
“Sorry Soul Boy no can do. Daddy wants us to go now, besides you’re mummy’s only hope. When she grabbed his wrist to relieve the binding, electricity shot through both of them. Startled she looked into his eyes and Angel found himself trying to contain Angelus, with little success. It seemed that ever since Willow had been turned Angelus had been restless and every time he saw Red, the demon would rage against it’s bonds. Angelus was drawn to Red and her allure was more dangerous the closer she ever got.
Now with her so close his control snapped. Snatching his free hand from her slack hand, Angel fisted his hand in her ruby tresses, and slammed their mouths together. Angel groaned as Red straddled his lap, grinding herself on his erection. As they devoured each other’s mouths, Red untied his other wrist and sighed as both hands settled onto her hips, pulling her more firmly on his lap. His lips trailed down her and he nibbled contentedly.
“Willow” he sighed longingly. The name brought her back to reality. Pulling away from him she clocked him across the jaw, and then tied his hands together in front of him.
“Consider that a last request. It’s time to say good bye.” Red kept growling low in her throat as she dragged a weak and aroused Angel to the church. Red was disgusted with the anger and jealousy she felt when Angel had called her Willow. She wanted the vampire to want her, the demon not the shy hacker.
Red had to bite her lip to prevent from moving to Angel’s side and yanking out the knife, to hell with Dru’s cure. She knew she felt attracted to Angel when she had been human, I mean Hello! How can one not find the man irresistible, but her attraction was different, now it was something else that called to her. She was rudely brought out of her internal struggle by the old gang plus two people she had never seen before. Everything happened so fast, one moment she had been standing on the side watching the ritual and the next she was pressed to the floor with a black young woman about to stake her.
“Kendra NO!” Xander tackled the Caribbean slayer just as she was bringing the stake down.
“Thanks Xan, I’ll make sure your death is quick to show my gratitude.” Red ran to Dru and Angel’s side, undid the bindings holding them together as Spike removed the knife.
“That’ll have to be enough Dru. Red leave the poof there and head home. We’ll see you there.” Kissing her tenderly Spike strode to his mate, lifted her in his arms and began to walk the isle as Red bent to Angel.
“This isn’t over yet, you’ll be seeing me real soon.” Licking his neck as a parting gesture, Red stood and ran out the back door.
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