Rating: NC-17 overall.
Pairing: W/S/A (us) and all the pairings possible therein.
Warning: This contains het, multiple partners, m/m slash, some non-con, and blood play. If any of this offends your sensitive nature, please avert your eyes.
Disclaimer: All things BtVS and AtS belong to Joss Whedon (my god), Mutant Enemy, etc. I own nothing, so please don’t sue me. I just want to play with the yummy beings that Joss created.
Spoilers: Season 4 of Buffy and part of season 2 of Angel. For Angel, all of season 2 and part of season 3 through “Billy”. So pretty much the gang is intact and Conner never happened.
Distribution: Just ask. I’m generous.
Author’s Notes: This is during the summer after season 4 of BtVS. Since school is out, Willow and Tara are staying at Willow’s parent’s house while they are out of the country for the summer.
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A special thank-you to my beta readers Kerry and Amyvamp. You guys rock!! I don’t think I would have done this without you. This is my first fanfic, so please be nice and let me know what you think.
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~Part: 1~
Willow looked around the dark hallway of Sunnydale High. Somehow she knew something wasn’t right. Slowly she looked around and there, in the shadows, was Angel. He beaconed her to him and she slowly made her way over to where he was standing. The closer she got to him the more she knew there was something wrong. She tried to stop her feet from moving, but they just wouldn’t obey her. Once she was within arms length, Angel reached out with vampiric speed and clutched her close to his body. That’s when she realized that this wasn’t Angel at all, it was actually Angelus.
“Not again”, she sighed.
She trembled against his hard body as she waited for Xander and Ms. Calender to show up, but they didn’t. Slowly, Angelus began to rub himself against Willow in a very sensual manner.
“Hello, little one. Did you miss me?” he whispered in her ear.
Just the words brushing against her sensitive flesh sent shivers down her spine.
“What do you want, Angelus!” she demanded through clenched teeth. She didn’t want the evil incarnation of her friend to know how much he actually affected her.
“You should know that by now little one. I am here to keep my promise.”
Willow immediately stiffened in the dark vampire’s embrace. This had never happened before. She had experienced dreams similar to this many times since her first encounter with the demon inside her best friend’s boyfriend, but it had always either concluded like it did in reality with her friends rescuing her, or by the vampire biting her and draining her dry. Either way, she always woke up quickly and out of breath. But this dream was very different from what she was used to, and it scared her.
The dark vampire slowly moved his mouth down to Willow’s ear and licked it quickly before speaking to her again.
“You do remember what I told you, don’t you?” he questioned her.
Willow, suddenly unable to speak, could only nodded her head. She remembered what the vampire had told her the first time he captured her. In between the threats to her life and the jabs he threw at her friends, he whispered to her promises of immense pleasure. Every time she had thought back on the things he said, it made her blush all over.
“I’m here to make good on those promises, my little one”. As he said the words, Angelus began to move his hands seductively over her body. He had her pinned up against him with her back against him. This gave him perfect access to her soft, warm flesh. The way his fingers danced over her skin made rational thought difficult for the young girl. His tongue was tracing the outer edge of her ear and his fingers were making their way down her front. Angelus reached the bottom of the girl’s fuzzy sweater and slowly began to trace circles around her navel.
“Please…” Willow whispered, barely believing that she was able to utter the word at all.
Angelus chuckled. “Please what, little one?”
“Please stop. We can’t”, she replied shakily.
“Now why can’t we? You can’t tell me you aren’t enjoying this. Tell the truth.”
“I…I don’t know. I’m so confused”. Willow didn’t know what she wanted anymore. She was afraid of what the evil vampire might do, but at the same time, she was afraid of what he might not do. She didn’t want him to stop touching her, and that thought disgusted her.
While she was deciding what she really wanted, Angelus took matters in to his own hands. He moved his left hand up to cup her breast and lightly pinch the tender nipple he found there. She gasped at the sudden pain and shuddered at the pleasure that came right along with it. His right hand moved its way down until it found the bottom of her skirt. As he renewed his work on her ear and neck with his mouth, he reached under her skirt and into her panties and rubbed against the nest of curls he found there.
Willow could not believe the feelings that were rising in her young body. She felt as if her entire body were on fire. She knew she should be terrified and try to run away, but she knew there was no way she would be able to leave, even if he let her go. All she could do was whimper and feel.
The dark vampire knew he had her right where he wanted her. Slowly, his right hand made its way down to her warm center, while his mouth and other hand continued their ministrations. Willow thought she would go insane with the pleasure she was feeling.
“Do you want to cum, little one?” Angelus whispered huskily in her ear. “Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll give you everything you ever wanted.”
“No…” she answered. It was barely a whisper and Angelus chuckled against her neck.
“What?” he asked. He slipped a single finger inside her while his thumb slowly circled her sensitive clit. “I didn’t hear you, Willow.”
“No”, she said again, just barely louder. He pinched her nipple a little harder, tugging the tender nub slightly, and increased the pace of his other hand.
“What?” he questioned again as he continued his assault on her body.
“No.” she said, much louder this time. She could barely contain herself. Angelus knew that she was close, so he pushed her even farther.
“Give in, little one. You know what I told you is true. I said I would come back for you and now I have. Give in. Just give in” he kept repeating to her over and over. His hands and mouth never stopping there torturous action on her body.
“No!” Willow shouted as her release overtook her body. She shook violently with her orgasm as she thrust herself onto the vampire questing fingers. She continued to shout “No…no…no…” until suddenly she sat upright in her bed and slowly she realized it was only another dream.
**
“Baby, its ok. It was just a dream” Tara tried to comfort her lover. “Were the frogs after you?” she asked.
“What?” Willow asked. She was still quite disoriented. She realized that she was shaking, but didn’t know if it was from the shock of the dream or the orgasm it had caused. “No, no frogs” she replied. “It was just a nightmare.”
“What was it about, baby?” Tara asked. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No, I don’t think so.” The redhead was too embarrassed to tell her girlfriend that she had just had an extremely erotic dream about the evil incarnation of her best friend’s ex-boyfriend. “It was just the dream about the time when Angelus grabbed me in the hall at the high school” Willow lied. She hated to lie to Tara, but she knew there was no way she could tell her the truth.
“Poor baby” Tara soothed. “You haven’t had that one in a long time. Do you want me to make it better?” She asked with a coy smile on her face.
Willow looked at her and smiled. Oddly enough, that was the last thing she wanted right then. “No, just hold me for right now. I want to go back to sleep and be not dream having, ok?” She hoped her girlfriend wouldn’t take her rejection badly and be the understanding girl that Willow loved.
Tara smiled down at the woman she loved. “Sure, anything you want. All sleepy, no dreamy.” She giggled and pulled Willow into her arms. Soon, Tara was drifting off, but Willow just lay there staring at the ceiling.
<What the hell was that all about?> she wondered before snuggling down into her girlfriends embrace, praying that her sleep would remain vampire free.
~Part: 2~
Across town in one of the many cemeteries that populated Sunnydale, Spike was making his way home. He had spent most of the early morning hours playing kitty poker with the guys at one of his favorite hideouts. Now that he was chipped and unable to bite, he had to find something else to occupy his time, and beating the tar out of others at cards seemed like a decent past time.
As he headed toward his crypt, he felt someone watching him. Thinking maybe it was Buffy or one of the Scoobies, we shouted, “Alright! I know someone is out here, so show yourself or I might get pissy”.
He looked around, when suddenly a small female minion crawled out from behind a small bush next to his crypt.
“Begging your pardon, Master Spike”, she started quickly. “I was sent by my master with a present for you.”
<A present? Sounds promising> Spike thought. <And ‘Master’ Spike. I wonder who this vampire is?>
“Ok, where’s this present at?” he asked, trying to act like the master she had addressed him as.
Slowly, the minion stood up and walked toward the blond vampire. She reached into her coat and pulled out an envelope. As soon as he took it out of her hand, she made a slight bow and ran away as though dawn were about to break.
“What the hell?” Spike questioned. This was certainly strange. He looked down at the envelope and wondered if he should open it here or wait until he got back inside his crypt. Curiosity got the better of him and he tore open the envelope. Inside was a single piece of paper. It appeared to be old parchment paper. As he unfolded it, he felt himself begin to shake. If his heart was still beating, it would have stopped right then.
What he was holding in his hand was a beautifully made sketch. It was him, laying face down on a huge bed, naked with his arms and legs tied to posts, his entire face and body beaten and bruised. He had obviously just been punished. At the bottom of the sketch in beautiful script was a single word…soon.
“Bloody hell!” he whispered to the night. “Angelus!”
Spike ran inside his crypt, trying to deny that his sire was back. Because Spike had been a very bad boy.
~Part: 3~
Angel stretched languidly in his bed as he slowly began to wake up. It felt so good to finally be getting some decent sleep for a change. The dreams he had when Darla had invaded his sleeping hours had made him wary of sleeping in general. But now his life was getting back to normal, or as normal as life can be for a soul having vampire with a mission from the Powers that Be.
<Wesley really does good work> Angel thought as he headed to his bathroom for a quick shower.
Once Angel had gotten his friends back and his life back on track, he confided in Wesley that he was still having trouble sleeping even though Darla had stopped tormenting him. So, Wesley had done some research and came up with what he believed to be a fairly mild vampire sedative. Nothing really strong enough to knock Angel out, but just enough to keep his sleep dream free. And it was working like a charm. Angel had gone two whole weeks without a single disturbing dream. That thought made him smile.
As he let the hot water warm his normally cool skin, Angel thought about the things that had happened to him and his family recently. Yes, Angel now thought of them as his family. Not friends or co workers, they were beyond that now. It was the first time that Angel had thought of anyone as family since his vampire family, and that had not turned out very well. But Angel had a good feeling about the people he surrounded himself with.
The water began to run cold, so Angel decided he had better get out of the shower. He stepped out and dried off with a large towel. As he walked back into his bedroom to get dressed, he noticed something on his desk he hadn’t seen before. His art supplies were out. He rarely touched them anymore. They were a reminder of his old life. Angelus had loved to draw and, although Angel enjoyed the past time as well, he rarely indulged himself with it.
His favorite medium sat before him: classic parchment and charcoal. There was so much you could do with such simple tools that they had always fascinated him. So, without thinking much about it, Angel sat down in the chair before the desk and, still unclothed, reached out and picked up the supplies.
Almost is if by their own volition, his finger began to work on the paper before him. A line here, a smudge there and suddenly a picture began to form on the page before him. Angel worked, unthinking, for almost an hour, not realizing the time that had past.
Then, as suddenly as he had started, he stopped. Angel shook his head, as though he were coming out of a daze. He looked down at the image that he had drawn. And it chilled him to the bone.
There, in his hands, was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and it scared him. He closed his eyes and opened them again, but the vision was still there. He just couldn’t believe it.
It was Willow. She had her head thrown back in the most beautiful expression of pleasure he had ever seen. Her hair was everywhere, as though she had been ravished and her lips almost looked swollen from kissing. Then Angel noticed the one thing that scared him more than anything else. On her neck was a bite mark. Not just any bite mark, but his mark, his claim.
All he could do was stare at the beauty in his hand and wonder. “What the hell is going on?”
~Part: 4~
Willow spent most of the day wondering what was up with her dream the night before. She thought about it over and over. She couldn’t figure out what was up with that dream. Ever since that night when Angelus had captured her in his arms, she had thought about it a lot. At first, the thought of being in the deadly vampires embrace had scared at her. But as she got older, she thought that maybe the situation could have turned out differently. She had even fantasized about it once or twice.
Of course, that was after Angel came back and she knew that he wasn’t a threat anymore. And, besides, gay now, remember? No more crushes on her best friend’s yummy vampire boyfriend. So, why did she have this dream now? As much she tried not to, it really bothered her.
Was Angel evil again? What had happened to his soul? She knew that there was one way to find out for sure. She could just call Cordy in LA and ask her, but was that really smart? What would she say? Hey, Cordy it’s Willow. Yeah, by any chance is Angelus running around LA in an Angel suit killing everyone is sight? Why? Well, you see, I had this dream and, just for my piece of mind, would you ask Angel if he was planning on coming to Sunnydale to seduce or kill me. Yeah, that would go over really well.
So, she decided on a plan. Since there was no real baddy running loose in Sunnydale at the present time, she decided to give Giles a shot. No one would be at his apartment, so she could talk to him privately. She lied to Tara, again, about what was going on. She hated to do it, but she didn’t want to scare her girlfriend needlessly. So she told her she was going over to see Giles to do him a small favor involving the computer. Knowing how much Giles hates computers, it was a lie that was easy enough for Tara to buy into. She also called Buffy and Xander, just to make sure that they had other plans and wouldn’t show up at the apartment and wonder what Willow was doing there by herself.
Putting on her resolve face and convincing herself that this was something that had to be done, she pulled on her coat and headed over to the former watcher’s place.
***
Spike was beginning to get worried. He had looked at the drawing about a hundred times during the day. He had been unable to sleep, because every time he closed his eyes he say his Sires face. Not the crazy vampire who came back after shagging the slayer, but his sire. Angelus, the one who made him the vampire he is today. Ok, well, the vampire he was before those stupid soldier boys grabbed him and put the stupid chip in his head. Bloody pillocks!
He stalked through the crypt and remembered all the things his sire told him. Relived every beating and punishment he had ever received, and there had been plenty. Even as William the Bloody, he had been stubborn and caustic and caused his sire plenty of ire. Sometimes he did things just for the fun of it. There was nothing more beautiful than Angelus in a rage. He would stalk around and throw things and curse in that damned beautiful Gaelic. Spike didn’t understand what he said, but he loved to hear it. He would do anything just to see his sire running at him with that beautiful hair rippling behind his head as he came toward William. It always took his breath away. Well, it would have if he actually had breath.
Now that Spike had been up all day and quite well frustrated by the images of his sire that occupied his thoughts, he was ready to go looking for some answers. And he was grumpy. As the saying goes, a sleepy vampire is a grumpy vampire. But how? He couldn’t just jump in the car and head down to LA. He was certain that he was not very welcome by the Angel Investigations crew. Not after his last visit to LA. Hell, all he did was torture Angel a little in an attempt to get his ring back. It’s not like Angel wouldn’t have done the same thing, right?
That settled, who could he trust to find out some answers for him? Then it hit him. Of course, the watcher would be able to find something out. He had stayed in touch with the Poof and would be able to make up some lie that the idiots over there would believe to determine if Angel was still soul having or not. So, Spike decided he would go over to the watcher’s and ask nicely. If that didn’t work, he’d threaten him, although he didn’t think that would work. The whole damned Scooby gang knew that he was neutered, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t put on one hell of a show, right? Right then. Let’s get this show on the road.
He grabbed his duster and headed out into the night, sure that this would work. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he never noticed the same small female minion following him from a careful distance.
~Part: 5~
Willow hesitantly knocked on the door to Giles’ apartment. She hadn’t called to say she was coming over and she figured Giles wasn’t expecting other company. This was pretty much confirmed when she heard guitar music coming from inside the apartment. She hated to disturb him, but she really didn’t want to stay standing outside until he stopped. So, she took a deep breath and knocked.
The music stopped and in just a few moments the door opened. Willow was shocked to find Rupert Giles standing before her in a pair of jeans and a plain white T shirt.
“Wow” Willow exclaimed, with a huge smile on her face. “Really moving away from the tweed, I see.”
Giles just looked down at her, slightly perplexed. He hadn’t expected any of the children to come over, so he took the opportunity to practice his music and relax a little. Since coming to Sunnydale, he didn’t get that chance very often, so when the opportunity presented itself, he took it with glee.
“Willow” the former librarian stammered. “I wasn’t expecting any of you to come over tonight. Are you all alone?”
“Yeah” Willow replied, sheepishly. She now felt very embarrassed for bothering the man, but she still felt this was very important. “I need to talk to you, Giles”.
“Well, come in.” Giles moved out of the doorway and Willow could tell that he had been planning a night of serious reverie. Not only was his guitar out, but his entire record collection was as well. A trip down memory lane is what Willow guessed was on the agenda for Giles this evening.
“What seems to be the trouble, Willow?” Giles asked, pulling Willow out of her mental inventory of Giles personal belongings. “Is something the matter with Buffy?”
“No. Nothing wrong with Buffy” Willow replied. She wasn’t sure how to approach the subject with Giles. She thought maybe the direct approach would be the best idea. “Giles, I was wondering if you would do me a favor.”
“Of course, Willow” the watcher said sympathetically. “If it is within my power, I will do anything I can. Now, what is it?”
“Ok, well, here’s the deal. Last night…” Willow started. She didn’t get very far. They were interrupted by a pounding on the door.
“What the…” Giles started. But he was silenced when he heard a shouting from the other side of the door.
“Hey! Watcher! Let me in! I got something to talk to you about!”
“Spike” Willow and Giles said at the same time. Willow shook her head as Giles walked over to open the door. His first peaceful night in a long time was suddenly getting very crowded.
“’Bout damned time” Spike grumbled as he walked in. “Been standin’ outside all bleedin’ night.”
“What do you want Spike?” Giles grumbled. The blond vampire was one of his least favorite visitors and he also was hoping he would be able to find out what Willow wanted.
“I need you to call the Poof for me” Spike said casually. He flopped down on the couch next to Willow, gave her a wink and plopped his feet up on the coffee table as though he hadn’t just asked Giles to contact the one person everyone thought Spike hated the most.
“And why, in God’s name, would I want to do that?” Giles asked, extremely perturbed at the vampire.
“Because I think that Angelus might be back”. Spike made the statement so casually that Willow and Giles were stunned into silence for several moments.
Coming out of her daze, Willow leaned in close to Spike and asked him very intently “What did you just say?”
Spike leaned back into her that their noses were almost touching and said very deliberately, “I said, I think my bloody Sire Angelus might be back”.
Willow’s face fell as she dissolved into the couch and she whispered “Oh no”.
Spike looked at Willow with more than a little concern. “What is it, Red?”
Willow slowly raised her eyes from the spot on floor she had been intently studying and looked Spike in the eyes. She couldn’t believe that she was this. “I think Spike is right.”
“What?” both Spike and Giles said in unison. This couldn’t be happening.
“I think you both had better tell me what the hell is going on around here!” Giles snapped a little harsher than he had intended. “Spike, tell me why you think Angelus is back.”
“Well, last night a minion showed up and gave me a letter that she said was from her master” Spike started. “When I opened the bugger up, it was a picture of me. Just like the ones that Angelus used to draw. He’s the only one who would have sent it to me. The soul is gone and the bastard is back, I’m sure of it.” Just talking about it made Spike feel uneasy.
“And Willow, what makes you think Angelus is back” the watcher asked, mentally taking notes and praying that these two were wrong.
“Well, it’s kinda embarrassing” Willow said. Just thinking about the erotic dream and the resulting orgasm made the redhead blush. “I had a dream last night, about Angelus…he, uh grabbed me and, uh did things…very unAngelly things. It was so real, I’ve had dreams before, oh! I mean, maybe, oh shit…” Willow’s two companions looked at her astonished, first because of the girl’s use of profanity, secondly because of she had just admitted to having dreams about Angel. Finally she just sighed and said “Look, I had a dream and it was so real, I just think that Angelus is back.”
Between the two accounts, Giles felt it was very important to make a call to LA immediately.
~Part: 6~
Outside the watcher’s apartment, the two minions sat and waited and wondered what their charges were doing inside.
“I wish they would hurry up. I hate sitting around” the young female minion spoke finally. She knew that Aaron didn’t like her, but she couldn’t take it any longer. “I don’t know why the master sent me on this mission.”
“He entrusted you with this mission for a reason, Cheryl” the older, male minion snapped back at her. “You should just follow the master’s orders and keep your mouth shut!”
“Jeez! You don’t have to be such a dick!” Cheryl snapped back. This whole vampire thing was really getting to be a pain in the ass.
“Cheryl. I know you are a very young minion” the very pissed off vampire started. “But you still need to observe the way the vampire kingdom works. And trust me, by disobeying our sire and bad mouthing his childe is only going to get you on the pointy side of a stake someday.”
“But he’s such a pussy” Cheryl whined. “He isn’t worth the master’s time. He helps the slayer and her friends. And he spends most of his time playing kitty poker. He’s so boring!”
“I would not say such things if I were you!” Aaron growled. He hated having to put up with this girl. If she didn’t watch it, he’d stake her himself.
“He can’t even bite anyone” she continued, ignoring the tone in her companion’s voice. “If I were the master, I would just forget about him or maybe I’d stake him myself.” Cheryl was rather proud of herself for her insight. She figured the more brutal she appeared, the more respect she would get.
“I hope the master forgives me for this” Aaron muttered.
“You know, if I were master…” the female started. She was cut short when she felt a pain through her back and radiate through her chest. She looked down and saw the stake barely poking through her thin top. She turned to look at the older vampire and muttered “Fucker!” before she burst in dust.
“You would think for a centuries old master vampire, he would be a little more careful who he would turn” Aaron muttered, before he sat in the bushes to wait for his charge to emerge from the apartment.
~Part: 7~
"Yes, well…I understand. Than…Thank you, Cordelia" Giles stuttered into the phone. "Goodbye then". Giles hung up the phone and turned toward his two eagerly waiting houseguests.
"Well?" Willow questioned. "What did she say?"
Giles removed his glasses and began to clean them. "Well, she said everything is fine" he stated evenly. "Nothing new has happened. I guess you were wrong." He was extremely relieved, but felt bad about disappointing them with no answers to their questions.
"Not a bloody chance" growled Spike. He was extremely pissed that things were not going the way he planned. He had hoped that he was wrong, but he knew that he wasn’t. Angelus was back and no one would tell him differently. "I’ll find out what’s going on if I have to go to LA and beat it out of the Poofster himself." And with that said, he stalked out of the apartment.
"Spike, wait" Willow called out to him, but she knew it was no use. Once Spike got in a mood, there was nothing anyone could do about it. "Well, I guess that is good news, right Giles? I mean, no Angelus is always a good thing, right?" The redhead questioned the watcher.
"Yes, I believe so", he said as he ran his fingers tiredly through his hair. "Well, unless there is anything else Willow, I think I will call it a night."
"Oh, of course Giles. I’m really sorry to have bothered you" Willow babbled as she headed toward the door. "I really do appreciate you calling for me though."
"Certainly, Willow" Giles replied, relieved that she was leaving and apparently satisfied with the situation. "I’m just glad I could help put your mind at ease." He got up to walk her to the front door.
"Well, I think I’ll head home now and try to get a little rest." The redhead turned and smiled up at the watcher as he quickly ushered her out the door. "Goodnight"
"Yes, well, goodnight Willow. Be careful walking home." The watcher knew that the young witch could watch out for herself, but was more than a little concerned about her heading home after dark by herself.
***
Willow walked outside into the cool Sunnydale night, wondering what she was so worried about. After is all, it was only a dream, right? When Spike first came over and made his fears known, Willow had become extremely afraid. But Giles had called and Cordelia said that everything was fine. And if anyone would know if Angel was alright, it would be Delia.
Sighing, Willow started to head home. She really wanted to get home to her girlfriend and forget all about this whole Angelus thing. She started to head out of the courtyard when she noticed a black boot sticking out from under a bush. "What is that?" Willow whispered before peeking cautiously behind the shrubbery.
Being human, Willow was not blessed with supernatural sight. So, peering into the dark, she tried squinting to make out what obviously was a body underneath the bush. Willow whispered under her breath a quiet prayer that whoever this was would not be dead.
As she got closer and her eyes became accustom to the lack of light, she suddenly realized who it was and just how much trouble she was really in. She was staring so intently at the unconscious vampire lying at her feet, she never heard the minion sneaking up behind her. By the time Willow realized that her life was in danger, it was too late. She felt a sharp pain in the back of her head, saw a flash of white, and cursed herself for being so stupid.
~Part: 8~
Angel had a bad feeling. He wasn’t sure where the nagging feeling had come from, but he didn’t like it.
First, when he finally showed up in the office, Fred had given him a message from someone named Aaron. Angel couldn’t think of anyone named Aaron. The message had simply said, call Aaron, you have the number. Who was this mystery man?
Then he heard Cordelia talking to Giles. When he asked Delia why the watcher had called, she had simply said that he just wanted to check up with the group and make sure everyone was alright. The dark vampire found this very odd, considering the last time Giles had called to check on him and his clan was the last time Buffy came to LA. And that was more to check on Buffy than it was to check on Angel.
He considered calling Giles back to find out what he really wanted, but he thought better of it. His past with the watcher was still slightly pained by the fact that his evil self had killed the love of his life. It makes for some uncomfortable moments.
Luckily, there were others things to worry about today. They had a case to work on and Angel was glad for the distraction. But now that they had found and killed the baddy of the day, it was time to relax. Angel said good night to his family, grabbed his nightcap, and headed to his suite. Now that he was able to sleep, he actually seemed to look forward to it.
Once in his suite, he pulled out the picture he had created when he woke that day. It was something else that had plagued his thoughts all day. Where had the urge to draw come from and for that matter, where had the supplies come from? He looked down at the image on the sheet in his hands. He had to admit it, it was breathtaking.
He had never really thought of Willow that way. She was cute and funny, but sexy? Well, honestly, he had never thought of Willow that way until her vampire double showed up. Angel had been heartbroken when he thought the girl had been turned, but the demon inside him howled in delight. This was someone who could make Angelus happy.
But Willow? No, she was sweet and pure and hot as hell in this picture. "Stop that!" Angel admonished himself out loud. It was not a good idea to sit around and have naughty thoughts about the young hacker.
Although he tried not to look at the girl in the picture, it was hard not to. She looked so amazing with her head thrown back and her lips parted. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from his mark that marred her perfect neck. It had been a very long time since he had marked anyone, but it was unmistakably his. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
As he sat and contemplated the picture in his hand and drank down the tainted blood, he sighed at the strange turn his life had taken. He was a souled vampire working to help humans in trouble. He had a family that consisted of a former watcher, a genius, a seer, a fierce fighter, and green lounge singing demon. If someone had ever told him this was how his live would be now, he never would have believed it.
He yawned as the affects of the herbs began to take their affect. Angel reluctantly put the picture away and got ready for bed.
Slipping naked between the silk sheets of his bed, Angel relaxed, welcoming the impending sleep, hoping that the next day would bring more answers and less confusion.
~Part: 9~
Angelus woke up with a start. It was about damn time. He hated it when the body he was trapped in wouldn’t go to sleep. He didn’t want his time to be shortened just because that fucking soul would shut his damn eyes.
He stretched lazily in the silk sheets that covered the bed he was laying in. He had always loved the feeling of silk on his bare skin. He was so glad the soul didn’t take them off after he changed them last week. Angelus quickly tired of the cotton that he woke up in, so he took upon himself to make some changes.
And soon he was going make a lot of changes. One of the most important, of course, was finally getting rid of the soul that held him captive.
Deciding that he had better stop wasting time, he sat up on the end of the bed and stretched. It felt so good to be out among the living, or the un-living, as the case may be. He was not about to take his new found freedom lying down, so to speak.
As he stood to get dressed, he saw the mug containing the thing that had set him free. He smirked at that thought. Something so simple and yet so remarkable. Then something else caught his eye. It was a piece of paper on the desk that he hadn’t left there. He picked up the paper and was shocked.
Had his counterpart done this? At first, he didn’t think it was possible, but here he held the proof in his hands. He must have left the supplies out last time before climbing back into bed before the soul woke up again. He would have to remember to be more careful next time.
On this sheet was his witch. He wasn’t really happy that the soul had drawn her like that, but maybe it would make his plan easier. Could his other half have feelings for the redhead as well? He couldn’t be sure.
The more he looked at the drawing, the more he wanted to touch the one it represented. He knew he had to stick to the plan, but the longer he was away from his desire, the more he wanted her. He felt himself get harder in the cool air as he looked at the beauty before him. He could almost imagine the sounds that would come from between those beautiful, parted lips.
Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer and he knew he needed some relief. He took the picture and walked across the room to the dresser. After coating his hand with lotion, he began to stroke himself. He let himself be taken over with the feeling of pleasure as he built an elaborate fantasy to go with this picture.
He imagined her calling his name breathlessly as he made her cum over and over. As he neared his peak, he decided he would lean down and bite into her tender flesh. Trying to imagine the sweet taste of her innocent blood on his tongue, Angelus came with loud shout.
It had been too long waiting. Soon she would be his. The redheaded witch who captured him with her innocence and then that wayward childe of his too. He couldn’t wait to take them both endlessly. He was lost in this thought when he heard a gasp at his door.
"Angel!" He turned to find the seer standing in his doorway looking at him with eyeballs the size of saucers. She had caught him masturbating and now he had to figure out how to pull this one off.
"Cordelia" he started, trying to act like Angel. He reached over quickly and grabbed a towel to cover himself. "What are you doing here?"
The former cheerleader just about broke her neck trying to look everywhere except at the mostly naked vampire in front of her. "Well, I heard a shout and I just thought I would check to make sure you were ok." She was so embarrassed she was sure she was blushing all the way down to her knees.
Angelus tried to act sheepish, but he wasn’t sure if he was pulling it off. He put his head down and didn’t look at her much. He tried to lower his voice as though he were embarrassed. "Well, I guess you can see I’m fine. Sorry I, uh, scared you."
"Ok then. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow" she said without looking at him. Angelus laughed as she almost killed herself trying to get out of the room. He wondered what his souled half would do if she brought it up later. That thought made him smile.
"Well, enough fucking around" he muttered as he started to clean up to get dressed. "Lots to do today. Places to go, people to kidnap."
After finding some of the clothes he had stashed from his other self, he decided on a pair of black leather pants and a burgundy velvet shirt. Before he headed out the door, he saw a piece of paper sitting on the desk. It was a note to call Aaron. <Good> he thought. <It’s about damn time.>
He pulled out the cell phone he bought just for this purpose and pushed the speed dial to the minion he had placed in charge in Sunnydale.
"Aaron!" Angelus nearly shouted into the phone when the other vampire picked up the phone. "What the hell took you so long to call me?" He was not happy that his plan seemed to be taking so long.
"Master Angelus" Aaron answered reverently. "There were some problems here but not to worry, I have things under control."
"You most certainly had better, Aaron" the master growled back. "I would hate to have to pull out the tongue of my oldest minion. Now what is happening?"
Aaron shivered at the thought, knowing that his master did not make idle threats. "Well, first of all, and I beg for your forgiveness, but Cheryl is gone." He waited for the question to come.
"Gone where?" came the reply.
"She was staked by one the slayer’s people" Aaron hated to lie to his sire, but he knew he could not tell him the truth. Not by a long shot. "But she was unable to say anything before she was dusted."
"Well, that’s something" Angelus drawled. He wondered if he should have left such a mission in the hands of one so young. "Well, I certainly hope you have some good news for me."
"Yes, master!" Aaron was more than happy to change the subject. "I was able this evening to capture both Spike and Willow. I have taken them to the mansion as you requested. They are restrained and waiting for your arrival."
"Excellent!" Yes, now things were going more of the way he had hoped. "Keep them fed and do not interfere with them. I will let you know when I will be arriving."
"Yes, Ange…" Angelus cut him off by hanging up the phone. Things were going better than he had imagined. Soon, he would have the two people he most desired and permanent reign of this body.
Now all he needed was a real violent kill and the night would be complete. He almost whistled as he left the hotel to look for a beautiful redhead to seduce and drain.
~Part: 10~
Angelus snuck into the hotel through the sewer access tunnel he had found the first night he took control of his body. He decided it would be best for him to come and go undetected by the silly humans that populated this place.
He didn’t want to try to come up with an explanation of why he had been up and around while he was supposed to be sleeping. And how would he explain how he felt like he had an entire nights sleep when he had not been in his bed.
Before slipping into the room, Angelus sniffed around to see if anyone was around. Once he was satisfied that no one was up and around in the hotel, he snuck into the suite.
He knew that it wouldn’t be long now before he could finish putting his plan into motion. Now that Willow and Spike had been captured, all he had to do was wait patiently to make a call.
Suddenly, Angelus felt the familiar sense of consciousness. He knew what it meant, the soul has waking up. Angelus quickly stripped out of his clothes and tucked them away in his secret hiding place.
With that done, he jumped into bed and gritted his teeth against the pull off the soul. Soon he would be back in his prison and the soul would once again have reign over the body. <But not for long> he thought before he lost control.
***
Angel slowly regained consciousness in his bed. He loved the feeling of getting a sound sleep again. Even before the incident with Darla he had never really slept well. He figured it was the guilt and pain that he felt after he was given back his soul that had kept him up at night. It was just something that he had grown accustomed to after all this time.
But now, lying here, feeling quite rested and satisfied, he was glad that he had told Wesley about his little insufficiency, as it were.
As he moved to get out of bed, he noticed a small scratch on his collarbone. He touched it delicately, wondering where it could have come from.
<Strange> he thought. <I don’t remember having a scratch there before.> He sat and contemplated the mark for a moment. But then he was pulled from his thoughts by Wesley’s voice coming through the door of his suite.
"Angel" he called. "Are you awake?"
"Yeah, Wes" he answered. "Let me get dressed and I’ll be right out." He was confused by the recent strange events, the picture and now the scratch, but the answer seemed to be hidden from him, as if by a veil.
Shaking these thoughts from his head, he stood and started to get dressed. He didn’t want to keep his friends waiting.