Parts: 31 - 40
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~Part: 31~
The Scoobie gang sat around the watcher’s apartment wondering what they were supposed to do next. They hadn’t found anything and they were beginning to get frustrated. Buffy had started taking out her frustrations on the vampire population, but even that wasn’t helping.
Right now, the gang was scattered around the apartment doing the research thing again. Giles had informed the children about the spell Wesley had used and they were attempting to locate it so Giles could put his mind at ease.
“Has anyone heard from Angel today?” Buffy asked, looking up from the large tome in her hands and rubbing her eyes. She had been reading so long it seemed the words were starting to melt together.
“No, actually” Giles replied. <What was the vampire doing?> he wondered. “Maybe I should give him a call to make sure everything is alright.” Giles walked over to the desk and pulled out the piece of paper Angel had given him with the cell phone number on it. He began to dial the number when Angel suddenly walked in.
“Hey, guys” Angel said amiably as he walked in and sat down on the couch. “Any news?”
The group looked at the vampire in shock. What was up with Angel? Was he actually smiling?
“Are you alright, Angel?” Buffy asked.
“Yeah, Buffy. I feel fine” he replied. “I found some new information. It might help us narrow down where Spike and Willow are being held captive.”
“Wonderful news” Giles said, relieved to finally be getting some good news.
“Ok, apparently the three minions that had been going around and claiming that Angelus was their sire were from out town. One female and two males and they appeared to be very young fledglings, newly turned. It looks like someone may have recently put this plan into motion.” This, of course, was all speculation on Angel’s part, but from the information he had beat out of a few old friends had led him to this conclusion. “Also, no one has seen them in the last three days.”
“Interesting” Giles said quietly.
“So, you still grasping to the theory that Spike is trying to frame ya’, Deadboy?” Xander asked. He still didn’t believe that, but it did make some sense.
“Yeah” Angel said, almost menacingly to the dark haired boy sitting across from him. “You got any other theories, Alex?”
“Back off, Deadboy” Xander said standing and trying not to shake. He hated to admit it, but Angel still scared him a bit.
“Now, now” Giles said, placing himself between the two feuding men. “Fighting is not going to get us anywhere. Thank you for your information, Angel. But unless you want to help research, then please sit down. Otherwise, I suggest you leave to retrieve more information so that we can actually get something done to find Willow and Spike.” Giles could not believe he was being so short with the vampire, but he was not in the mood to listen to the two of them bicker.
“Sorry, Giles” Angel relented. He didn’t know why, but that boy always seemed to be able to get under his skin. “Actually, I did have some things I should do. You know how to reach me if you need to.”
“Very well” the watcher replied, not surprised by the vampire’s decision. They watched him leave before anyone said anything.
“Why did you let him go?” Buffy asked. “We could really use his help.”
“I just thought it would be best if he weren’t around when I made a call.”
“Who ya’ gonna…” Xander started.
“Don’t even go there, Xan” Anya threatened.
Buffy just giggled
Giles shook his head at the group as he picked up the phone. He just hoped that Wesley was still in the office.
~Part: 32~
Spike looked down at the trembling girl still in his arms. Because they were both still attached, no minions came down to manhandle them after Angelus left. He was glad for that. Willow didn’t need to be moved too much after her marking.
“How you doin’, luv?” he asked gently as he began to pull her hair away from her face.
“I’m alright, I guess” she said softly. “He didn’t cut me nearly as bad as you, but it still hurts like a bad mamma jamma.”
Spike chuckled at the terminology. Sometimes she was just absolutely adorable. “Well, you’re not a vampire, so I guess he decided to take it easy on you.”
“I didn’t think he took it easy on anyone.” She was still confused at Angelus’ behavior. “I mean, I’ve read the Watcher’s Journals and I know what he’s capable of. He seemed to be holding back on me. I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m glad. I don’t think I could really handle an all out Angelus torture session, but I just don’t understand why.”
Spike just let her babble until he thought she was done. She was right; he did seem to be holding back, but not just with her. “Well pet, he seemed to be easy on me too. What you saw used to be just the tip of the bloody iceberg. He seems, I don’t know, off somehow.”
Willow knew there was no reason to sit and contemplate this now. They were going to get no where. Besides, her back was really starting to hurt and she wanted to move. She tried to roll off the top of Spike, but she winced at the pain and he gently forced her to lie back down.
“Careful, luv. You’ll open that back up.” he picked up the first aid kit and scooted out from under her. “He gave me this to fix you up. You want me to look at your neck too?”
“Sure” the redhead said, thinking that it was odd that Angelus would be worried about the wounds he so joyously inflicted. <Just keeping me healthy before I die, I guess> she reasoned.
The blonde vampire made his way down to the mark on the girl’s back. It was open and angry looking and would definitely scar, but it was no where near as bad as it could be. He opened up the box to see what was inside. He found a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide, some gauze, tape, and some antibiotic cream.
He pulled the bottle of peroxide out and pulled off the cap. “Ok luv, this is going to sting” he said, slowly pouring out the clear liquid onto her open flesh. Willow cringed and arched her back as the liquid stung and began to bubble in her back. She had used it before and knew that it would help, but that didn’t mean she had to like it.
Much to Willow’s surprise, Spike leaned over and began to softly blow on the bubbling flesh, causing goose bumps to form on her skin. It seemed to help take the throbbing away for a moment or two. He was being so gentle and really seemed to take care in bandaging her. He was constantly surprising her. It was as if she never really knew the real Spike before their imprisonment.
After cleaning her mark thoroughly with the peroxide, Spike gently applied the cream and then placed as large bandage of gauze and secured it with some tape. Satisfied with his work, he turned her carefully on her left side and began to tend to the mark on her neck.
As he looked at closed wound, he wondered what it would be like to sink his fangs in to so lovely a neck. He knew that her blood was exquisite, but nothing compared to the feeling of flesh and blood beneath your fangs.
“Do you think it will scar?” came the question that brought him out of his fantasy.
“Yeah, luv” he replied after clearing his throat. “They are both going to scar pretty bad. We’re both going to be walking around as billboards for Angelus for a long time.”
“I wish I knew what was going on” she said, more to herself than to him.
“Me too, ducks.” He quickly cleaned the wound on her neck and then put the kit away. After propping her up on some pillows, he reached over and pulled some of the fruit off the tray by the bed and started to feed it to Willow.
“You know, I am quite capable of feeding myself” she said with a smile, although her hands were shaking so badly she could hardly hold her glass steady as she tried to take a drink of water. She didn’t realize how weak she would feel after so much blood loss.
“I’m sure you are, Red” Spike replied, taking the same easy tone he used to use with Drusilla when she was being difficult. “I just thought you might like a little assistance is all. Angelus took a lot of blood, between the bite and cut. Indulge me. I haven’t got to take care of anyone in a while. I’m actually quite good at it.”
He was smiling at her with the devilish grin that she knew she couldn’t resist. <He is too damn good looking for his own good> she thought. Finally she relented. “Ok” she sighed. “I guess I could let you take care of me this one time. Everyone needs to be treated special every once in a while, right?”
“Sure pet” Spike grinned at her submission. He always won these types of discussions. “For today, you will be my princess.”
“Princess, wow” Willow smiled back as Spike slipped a strawberry between her lips. “When did we get whipped cream?”
Willow was really confused as Spike fell on his back, laughing hysterically.
~Part: 33~
Angel was more than happy to leave the watcher’s apartment. For
some reason, the entire group was annoying him to no end. He knew
everyone was concerned about their missing friends, but no one seemed to
be doing anything about it. Was he the only one who cared?
He was surprised to see he had made his way back to the mansion.
He had not planned to come here, but his body must have been on auto pilot
while he was lost in thought and had brought him back here. <Well>
he thought. <I guess I could use a little rest.>
As he walked in, a thought occurred to him. He hadn’t heard from the gang in LA yet. He decided he had better give them a call and check in. They were going to try and dig up some stuff as well and hopefully they were making more headway than the group down here. Besides, he thought maybe he could ask Lorne or Wesley about the strange way he has been feeling lately.
As he walked into the mansion, he realized that it was very quiet. <Aaron must be out.> He headed toward the study and pulled out his cell phone to call LA.
“Angel Investigations. We help the helpless.” Cordy said perkily.
“Cordy, it’s Angel. Is Wes around?”
“Ah, yeah Angel” Cordelia started shakily. “But he’s on the other line right now…talking with a…client.” She knew she shouldn’t lie, but she didn’t want to tell him the truth.
“That’s ok” he paused trying to figure out what to do next. “Have you guys come up with anything on your end?”
“No, not really.”
“Great” Angel was disappointed. His crew has usually on the ball and able to figure out the hardest mysteries, but this one seemed to have everyone stumped. “Is Lorne around?”
“Yeah, Angel hold on. I’ll get him for you.” Cordelia put down the phone and went in search of the green skinned demon.
As he waited, Angel began to walk around the study. It had been a long time since he had been in this room. It was nicely furnished and he made sure it was stocked with lots of books. <Why did I leave all these here?> he wondered.
Soon he heard the voice of his friend on the phone. “Hey, cheesecake. What can I do ya’ for?” Lorne always had a way with words.
“Lorne, I’ve been feeling a little…strange lately” Angel started. He wasn’t really sure how to ask this so he just figured he would just come right out with it. “Can you do a reading over the phone?”
“Boy, do I wish” the demon smiled into the phone. “I bet I could make more money than Miss Cleo if that were the case. But I can’t. I think the electrical impulses in the phone lines dampen the singing mojo or something.” The question concerned him. Angel hated to sing, and now he was offering to do so over the phone. Something must be up. “Is everything alright?”
“Yeah” Angel replied, a little disappointed. “I’m just feeling a little out of sorts is all. I’m probably just tired.” Actually, now that he had said it, he did feel a little fatigued.
“Well I’ll tell you what, sweet cheeks. As soon as you find the missing cuties and get back here, we’ll do a special mano a mano, ok?”
“Sounds great” Angel said unenthusiastically. “I’ll talk to you soon.”
As soon as he hung up the phone, he went to turn to go upstairs. But just as he was walking out of the study, he caught a whiff of something. <What is that smell?> He paced around the study in search of the source of the intriguing aroma. It smelled faintly of blood and arousal. But where was it coming from? He moved to each piece of furniture in turn and inhaled deeply. <Maybe Aaron’s had someone in here> he thought.
Then, as if on cue, Aaron walking into the study. He seemed shocked and almost dropped the mug of blood he was carrying in his hand. He looked at the dark vampire staring at him for a moment before finally speaking. “Master? What are you doing in the study?” Aaron was terrified. He wasn’t sure which one this was and he didn’t dare blow the plan or Angelus would stake him up in the sun.
“Aaron” Angel said softly. “What are you doing with that blood?” He was pretty sure that the minion did not drink bagged blood.
“I thought you might like some since you didn’t have any before you left” he lied. He was relieved, however when it seemed as though Angel believed him.
“Thanks” Angel said, taking the mug from the minion’s hands and downing it quickly. “I think I’m going to head upstairs for a nap.” Angel handed the mug back to Aaron and headed toward his bedroom.
Aaron sighed as he slumped against the door frame. He had come so close to blowing the whole thing. What was Angel doing in the study anyway? The minion hoped that he didn’t suspect the truth. Angelus would be very angry if his plans were ruined now.
Shaking those thought aside, Aaron checked to make sure that Angel had indeed gone to his bedroom before slipping back into the kitchen to prepare another mug of blood for Spike. “I’m really beginning to hate this job” he mumbled thinking of all the ways Angelus had threatened him if his souled counterpart found out the truth.
~Part: 34~
Cordelia watched as Lorne hung up the phone after his conversation with Angel. “What did he want?” she asked him.
“He asked me to do a phone reading” he replied.
“Can you do that?” she wondered.
“No can do, candy cane. Has to be live and in person.” The demon had been worried about Angel before he left and now he was moving toward being concerned. “What’s up with Wes?”
“I wish I knew” the former cheerleader replied, watching Wesley pace around the office while he engaged in a heated discussion with the watcher from Sunnydale. “Giles just said that it was extremely important.”
***
“I don’t see the importance of that now, Rupert” Wesley argued into the phone. He didn’t like to have his judgment questioned, especially not by Giles. He was quite capable of doing things himself.
“Well, I do” Giles argued back. They had been trying to discuss the spell that Wesley used to help Angel sleep, but he wasn’t getting any information out of the former rogue demon hunter. “Something is strange about Angel and I need to know if this is some sort of side affect of the spell. Now what spell did you use!” Giles was beginning to get very angry with the man and he could feel Ripper just waiting to get out.
“Very well” Wesley finally relented. “It is a spell called ‘The Sleeper of the Dead’. I found it in LeWitt’s compellation of spells against the dead and un-living. It is originally intended for zombies, but I did some minor modifications so that it would be effective for vampires. I gave it to Angel as a potion and it appeared to work like a charm.”
Something didn’t sit well with Giles as Wesley was explaining the spell
to him. Zombies are soulless creatures who can be easily manipulated.
If he had modified the spell to work on Angel, how would that affect his
soul? “Wesley, I want you to bring the original spell and the modification
with you to Sunnydale now. I believe we may have a real situation
on our hands.”
<This may be worse than I thought> Giles thought to himself as he
hung up the phone. He began looking up spells for the dead by LeWitt
and hoped that Wesley hadn’t done something incredibly foolish.
~Part: 35~
Angel went to the bedroom consumed by his thoughts. There were so many unanswered questions. He felt like his head was swimming. At least lately his dreams had been worthwhile. <Maybe I’ll just take a little nap> he thought. <What harm could it do?>
He tossed his cell phone down on the bedside table, settled in the bed and closed his eyes, wondering who he would dream about first, Spike or Willow.
***
Angelus was surprised to have control so quickly. <Is the soul letting me play on purpose?> he wondered. He knew by now that the soul was getting glimpses of what was happening. He almost felt as though it was tempering his own actions. He certainly wasn’t acting like the old Angelus, but maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. He wanted Spike and Willow to submit to him willingly. Maybe a little gentleness wouldn’t hurt.
Not knowing how much time he had, Angelus quickly got out of the bed, stripped out of his shirt and headed downstairs, determined to make both his captives beg for his touch.
Entering the study, Angelus grabbed the book that opened the secret passageway that led to the basement dungeon he had set up before his soul was forced back into his body last time he was Sunnydale. He was glad that his souled counterpart had apparently forgotten about it since he hadn’t bothered to check it yet.
He walked down the stairs and heard voices coming from the people hidden there. They were asking questions of Aaron, who had come down to bring some fresh blood to Spike. None of them knew that Angelus was hiding in the shadows until he heard the perfect opportunity to make himself known.
“So what does he want with us?” Willow was asking the tightlipped minion.
“Aren’t you supposed to be the smart one?” Angelus asked silkily from his hiding place, slowly drifting into the light. “I thought you would have figured it out by now.”
<I wish he would stop doing that!> Willow fumed as Angelus made himself know. She really hated the way he kept sneaking up on them.
Angelus turned to the minion who was now taking the mug back from Spike. “Leave us and keep me informed as to what is going on.”
“Yes, Master Angelus” Aaron said quickly, hurrying out of the room. He was amazed that his master had been able to take over the body again so soon, but he wasn’t complaining.
Once the minion had left, the dark vampire made his way to the side of the bed, unbuttoning his pants as he walked. Once he was at the side of the bed, he pulled the black trousers from his legs slowly, neatly folded them and laid them on the trunk at the foot of the bed. He looked down at the two naked people on the bed before him. Willow was lying on her left side trying to take the pressure off the side with the mark and Spike was loosely curled around her.
“How are you feeling, little one?” Angelus asked huskily as he stroked Willow’s flame red hair.
“Not too bad, considering” she answered quietly. She was still afraid of the dark vampire, but something about him touching her made her feel all tingly inside. It confused her. She should be cringing back in terror and yet she found herself leaning into his touch. She felt tears well up in her eyes and stream down her face; she just didn’t know how much more she could take.
“What’s the matter, little one?” he questioned as he saw the tears flowing down the girl’s flushed cheeks.
“I just don’t understand” she sobbed. “I’m terrified, but I still want you to touch me. Maybe I’ve gone insane.”
Spike chuckled behind her. He slowly began to stroke her shoulder. “You’re not going insane, luv” he whispered to her, making sure to make eye contact with Angelus so he would know there was no ulterior motive. “It’s from the claiming.” Willow turned her head and looked at the blonde vampire, confused. He continued, “Angelus bit you, but it’s not a normal bite. When a vampire claims someone, it’s a blood claim. He’s made it so that any other vampire who comes near you will know that you belong to him. The claim also makes you desire him. He’s in your blood now and whenever you are near him, his blood will call to you.”
Willow sighed and took all the information in. It was extremely overwhelming. She belonged to Angelus? She didn’t like the sound of that, but it felt so good to feel him touching her that she understood the pull that Spike was talking about. She turned to look at the dark vampire staring at her. He was smiling at her wickedly. He knew that she was enjoying the contact with him and she wanted more.
“Then why am I still attracted to you?” she asked, turning back to Spike. The blonde vampire froze. He thought for sure that his sire would stake him just for the thought of the redhead desiring someone else. Instead, Angelus was…laughing?
“That’s because he’s carrying my claim as well, little one” Angelus said comfortingly before leaning down to sensuously lick at his mark on her neck. “You two will share a bond forever now that you are both bound to me.”
Spike had never heard of that before, but it made sense. He felt a pull toward Willow, but he just assumed it was because of the situation. Somehow dangerous life threatening situations were always, you know, sexy and all.
Satisfied that they understood their situation, Angelus began to kiss at the mark on Willow’s neck. She moaned as the tingling started again. Her body began to writhe against the blonde vampire behind her. She couldn’t believe that he was making her feel like this.
Satisfied that the young witch was adequately turned on, he turned his attention to his childe behind her. Angelus reached back and tangled his fingers in the soft blonde curls and pulled Spike’s delicious mouth towards him. The kiss was a battle for dominance that Spike knew he would not win, but at least he had to try.
Willow was amazed at how erotic watching the two vampires could be. They kissed, bit and licked in an attempt to consume each other.
Angelus chuckled when Spike growled as he pulled away. He was enjoying it as much as Angelus was. Apparently the young witch was enjoying it too. Her eyes were glazed over with desire. Angelus smiled as he remarked at how well his plan was going. “Did you both eat today?”
Willow was quickly brought out of her dirty thoughts at Angelus’ question. “Yes” she replied. “Aaron just gave Spike some blood and earlier Spike fed me some fruit and whipped cream.”
Angelus chuckled at the thought of how he had used the cream earlier and wondered if the little witch would like it too. “Is there any left?” he asked Spike.
“Yeah, just a little” Spike said, looking over his shoulder to see the small bowl sitting on the table next to the now empty plate where the fruit had been.
“Bring it to me” Angelus commanded with an evil grin on his face. Spike did as he was told and brought the bowl to his sire. Angelus reached into the bowl and pulled out his finger covered in the sweet sticky foam. He smeared the cream on Willow’s neck, tracing the bite mark he put there previously. Willow’s eyes grew wide as she saw Angelus leaned down with an evil grin on his face as he snaked out his tongue to clean the girl’s neck.
Willow gasped at the wonderful sensations flowing through her. Angelus was working magic with his mouth as it roamed over her tender skin. Once he had cleaned her completely of the sticky substance, he gently nipped at the flesh underneath with his fangs, barely breaking the skin.
Oddly, Willow noticed that the bite didn’t hurt but actually sent a bolt of energy toward her core. After lightly suckling at the wound, he licked it closed and slowly pulled away. The redhead whimpered as he moved, craving more contact. Angelus just chuckled and said, “Don’t worry, little one. There’s plenty where that came from.”
Angelus then took another small dip in the cream and gently traced Spike’s small hard nipple. He repeated the action he had with Willow, only he bit the blonde vampire slightly harder than he had the human girl. Spike moaned into the bite, begging for more.
The dark vampire continued this torture between his two captives until all the whipped cream was gone. He had covered several spots on both their bodies and they displayed a wide array of puncture marks, some still slightly trickling blood.
Angelus was so hard, he decided that he had enough foreplay for now. He wanted these two and he wanted them now. He shifted on the bed and looked at his childe. He tried to convey what he wanted without having to tell the girl. He didn’t want to frighten her.
Spike was amazed at what he saw in his sire’s eyes. He wanted to share the witch with him. They had done that before when he was first turned, but Angelus was usually very possessive of his conquests.
Angelus leaned over and turned Willow onto her stomach. He reached down and quickly ripped the bandage off her back. She squealed at the pain of having the tape removed so harshly. “Mm” Angelus purred as he looked down at the healing mark on her back. “That’s going to scar nicely” he said as he leaned down to give it a nice long lick.
Willow shuttered at the feeling of the velvet tongue on her back. She wondered what he was going to do to next. Angelus knelt behind her and pulled Willow back against him on her knees and rubbed his erection between her round buttocks. He then silently motioned for Spike to lie back on the bed.
Once his childe was in position, the dark vampire reached around Willow’s waist and slowly began to trace small circles around her navel and over her stomach. Silkily, Angelus began to whisper in her ear, “Doesn’t he look delicious like that? Would you like to kiss those lovely lips, little one?”
Willow found that she couldn’t answer. All she could do was nod her head. Between the sight before her and the teasing of Angelus’ hands, all rational thought had left the poor girl’s overloaded mind.
The dark vampire slowly pushed her forward until her lips hovered over Spike’s. He looked deeply into her eyes and whispered, “Don’t worry, luv. I won’t hurt you. Trust me.” And she did.
She leaned further into the blonde and gently brushed his lips with her own. He leaned up into her touch, needing more direct contact with this beauty above him. As Spike deepened the kiss, Angelus began to kiss and rub the girl’s back, making his way from the top of her spine, all the way down her back.
Willow was so lost in the kiss; she almost didn’t feel the man behind her gently lift her hips up so that Spike’s hard length was now positioned at her warm, wet hole. She gasped at the feel of Spike’s cool hardness at her entrance. Angelus leaned up and gently bit her tender earlobe. “Do you want to ride him, little one?”
“Yes” Willow whispered desperately as Angelus quickly grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto Spike’s hard shaft. Both the lovers cried out at the sensation. She was so warm and tight and he was so cold and hard. It was like the perfect combination. Willow had stilled at the first penetration, but now that she got used to the feeling of the man inside her, she began move on him.
Angelus pushed her forward, so that she had more friction on her tender body. Her nipples, hard and dark pink from her passion, were gently rubbing over the blonde’s chest as she thrust herself up and down upon his hardness. Angelus was touching her everywhere. He stroked her back, neck and legs, giving her comfort and pushing her toward new heights of pleasure.
When he had decided it was time, Angelus reached over the foot of the bed and pulled the cinnamon oil out of the trunk. He covered his fingers in the slick oil and reached towards the redheaded beauty loving his childe.
First, he rubbed the round globes of her ass, enjoying the way the muscles contracted and relaxed as she moved on the blonde. Then, he slowly worked a single digit to her tender puckered hole. Willow gasped at the feel of the finger inside her. It burned and hurt a little, but soon the pain was replaced with a wonderful feeling of pleasure. Soon he introduced another digit and then soon it was three. They were pulling and stretching her, preparing her for what was to come.
Willow was scared. She had never been taken there before, but Spike kept stroking her face and whispering encouragement to her. He promised her that everything would be alright.
Soon, Angelus looked over her shoulder at the man below her. He understood what his sire wanted. He pulled Willow tightly up against him and held her still. He whispered to her gently, “Just relax, luv. I promise this will be wonderful.”
Willow gasped as she felt Angelus’ large cockhead resting at her tender hole. She didn’t know how he would fit there. He seemed so large that she was amazed she had been able to take him at all, but there? He pushed gently and she felt her muscles being stretched. She moaned at the pain and Spike continued to stroke her face, telling her she had to relax. She took a deep breath and relaxed as best as she could. Soon, she felt the head of Angelus’ cock push past the ring of muscle. It was painful, but she took a few deep breaths to remain calm. Slowly, Angelus pushed forward, inch by inch and soon was fully inside the girl.
Spike looked into the redhead’s tear filled eyes. “It’ll be alright, luv” he said as he and Angelus began an easy rhythm, one thrusting as the other withdrew. The pain was quickly turning into intense pleasure. It was amazing. Willow had never felt so full; the stimulation was almost too much. She writhed between the two bodies, normally so cool to the touch, now warmed by the power of their coupling.
The three people moved as one, all consumed by the power of the passion that was controlling them. As Willow was quickly rushing toward the most powerful orgasm of her young life, her vampire lovers wanted to increase that ancient pleasure. Angelus looked down at Spike and realized that he would not be able to taste her because of the chip in his brain. He would have to do something about that.
The dark vampire pulled the writhing witch up slightly and gently broke the skin on her neck opposite of his mark. He then looked at his childe and said simply, “Drink.”
Spike leaned up and found that because the skin was already broken, he could slip his fangs in and taste the beauty in his arms. At the first taste of her blood, he felt himself lose all control and he came in girl’s wet center with a muffled shout.
Hearing his childe cum, Angelus leaned over and quickly bit into his claim on the other side of Willow’s neck. Feeling both men feeding at her neck, Willow quickly reached the peak she had been riding. It was so powerful, she felt herself shutter, but she found she was unable to cry out she was so consumed by her passion.
Feeling her tremble around him as she came, Angelus lost himself in the sensation. He filled her tight passage with his dead seed as he continued to draw her blood into his mouth.
Finally satisfied, both vampires pulled back to look at the beauty between them. She had apparently passed out from all the sensations and lay limp, pressed between their two hard bodies.
“I think we did her in, me boy” Angelus smirked at the blonde. At first, Spike was a little worried, but soon he found her heart beat was strong and steady and he breathed a sigh of relief.
“I knew she would be amazing” the dark vampire said as he pulled himself away from the now sleeping girl. “But you do know that I have to punish you now boy.”
“What?” Spike asked indignantly. He hadn’t done anything that Angelus hadn’t offered. “Why?”
“You didn’t ask permission to taste what is mine” he said with a smirk. “But not to worry, I promise to make it worth your while.”
Spike didn’t know whether to be scared or excited. When Angelus pulled a riding crop out of the trunk, he decided to be both.
~Part: 36~
Wesley made it to Sunnydale in record time. He didn’t like being ordered around by the watcher, but he was worried about his co-worker and friend. He would never be able to forgive himself if something he had done had caused trouble for Angel.
As he parked the car and walked up to the apartment carrying the large volume in his arms, he hoped that he would be able to put everyone’s mind at ease.
Once he had been ushered inside the apartment and introductions were made, Wesley and Giles quickly began working on the deciphered spell and the possible repercussions it may have caused.
The gang sat around, waiting impatiently for the two men to interpret the spell. Xander and Anya sat on the couch, trying, unsuccessfully, to grope each undetected. Buffy paced the living room floor and Tara sat across the room, just staring at her hands.
Finally, one of the men said something, and it wasn’t good. “Good lord man! Do you realize what you’ve done?” Giles was shouting and his face was bright red. Buffy thought she had never seen him so mad, and considering all the things she had done, that was saying a lot.
“What?” the Scoobies asked as they all crowded around the table the Englishmen had been working at.
Giles breathed a heavy sigh. He couldn’t believe what had happened. He took off his glasses and cleaned them silently before replacing them and beginning to explain, as simply as possible, what they had discovered.
“Well, the spell that Wesley modified was originally used to control zombies. It is a sleeping spell of sorts. It is meant to put the zombies to sleep so that their master can halt their attack. Wesley modified the spell, adding angelica root, mandrake and mugwort to make a potion he then put in Angel’s blood before he went to bed.”
Giles heard the blonde witch sitting across from him take in a sharp breath and he assumed she understood what a problem adding these herbs would have been.
“The spell is meant to completely incapacitate the creature that it
is cast on” the watcher continued. “And since Angel has a soul, the
potion put the soul to sleep as well.”
He waited for the others to grasp the significance of the situation
before continuing. “So while Angel’s soul would sleep after drinking
the potion…”
“Angelus would take control” Buffy finished. “So it is Angelus after all. I can’t believe it.”
“I told you he was acting strange” Anya said, proud of her insight.
“That bastard!” Xander spit. “He’s been lying to us all this time.”
“I don’t believe that he knows about his indiscretions” Giles answered, trying to calm the seething boy. “If anything, he would only see Angelus’ actions as dreams or visions, if he even knows anything about them at all. The spell would put his soul completely asleep so he should have no memory of the incidents.”
Everyone sat silent for a moment as they contemplated the immensity of the situation. Now that they knew that Angelus was truly behind the disappearances, what would they do to get their friends back? And then, what would they do with Angel?
Finally, Giles spoke. “First, we have to locate Angel and see if we can figure a way to get Angelus to tell us where he’s keeping Willow and Spike.”
“And if we can’t?” Tara asked quietly.
“We will have to find a way to reverse the effects of the spell.”
“I hate to be all wrench throwing and all, but we have a problem” Buffy stated.
“What would that be?” Wesley asked, slightly perturbed.
“No one knows where Angel is staying.”
“Oh!” Giles said, shaking his head. Talk about a wrench in the works.
“That’s easily remedied” Wesley explained quickly. “Just call him on his cell phone.”
~Part: 37~
Aaron heard the phone ringing upstairs. He wasn’t sure how long it had been ringing, so he ran up the stairs quickly. Angel never had the phone hooked up in the mansion, so the minion had been using Angelus’ cell phone for all his personal calls. He had to make an emergency call to his blood supplier. Between Angel and Spike, he had quickly run through the blood he had bought just a few days before.
Running into the bedroom, Aaron found the ringing phone on the bedside table. He picked it up and quickly said, “Hey, this is Aaron”.
The caller on the other end paused for a moment before responding, “Yes, Aaron, this is Wesley. Where is Angel?”
The minion paused, knowing that now he was caught. What should he say? “He’s upstairs sleeping right now”. He was frozen in fear. He was going to be in so much trouble.
“At the mansion?” Wesley asked. <Of course> he thought. <It’s private and sun proof.>
“Yeah” Aaron replied shakily. <Shit!> he cursed himself inwardly. He was definitely going to die now.
“And he’s in his bed right now, you’re sure?” the watcher was excited to be able to go and get to his boss before he or Angelus awoke.
“Yes.”
“Very good. We’ll be right there.” The former watcher hung up the phone and turned to inform the others of his plan.
“Shit!” Aaron yelled as he ran downstairs to warn his master of the coming attack.
***
Throwing open the secret passageway and tearing down the stairs, Aaron suddenly froze when he saw the sight in front of him. There, on the bed was the redhead, apparently passed out, the blonde lying prostrate next to her and his master beating him viscously with a riding crop.
Upset at being interrupted, Angelus turned to the minion and snarled menacingly. “What do you want?”
“They’re coming” was all Aaron was able to say.
“Who is coming?” The dark vampire was suddenly more scared than upset.
“Wesley and others. I’m not sure who for sure.”
“Fuck!” Angelus roared. If they knew he was at the mansion, they might know more. He couldn’t have them ruining his plan now, not when everything was perfect. He turned toward the minion and yelled, “Get upstairs quickly and stop them from getting in the mansion any way you can. Get the other two to help.”
Aaron quickly turned and ran up the stairs. Angelus jumped off the bed and quickly began to pull on his pants. “Sorry Spikey. Gotta run. Hopefully I will be back soon.” He gave Spike a quick kiss on the top of his head before running up the stairs into the study.
“Well” Spike whispered to himself, mad that he was being left with a raging hard on. “This should be interesting.”
~Part: 38~
Angelus ran upstairs and into the study when he heard the fighting going on in the foyer. He quickly closed the passageway and tried to get out of the room before the slayer or any of her clan saw him. As he made his way toward the stairs, he heard Buffy yell at him, “Angel!”
“Sorry, lover” Angelus relied with a smirk as he turned to face her. “Guess again.”
“Where are they, Angelus?” the slayer demanded, facing off with the demon in her former lover’s body.
“Why, what ever do you mean?” he replied, sounding coy.
Meanwhile, the rest of the Scooby gang was making short work of the three minions Angelus had helping at the mansion. <A pity, really> Angelus thought as he watched Aaron burst into dust as Giles shot a crossbow bolt through his heart. <He was very helpful.>
With just Angelus left, he and Buffy turned to each other ready for the fight.
“What makes you think you can kill me now, Buff?” he shot at her, trying to throw her off mentally. “You couldn’t do it before and if you do it now, you’ll never find Willow or Spike.”
“Who said anything about killing you?” the slayer threw back at him. “I just want to put some hurtin’ on and find out from Angel what’s going on.”
“He’s never coming back” Angelus growled, upset that she didn’t consider him a threat. “I’m in control now.”
“Not exactly” Wesley stated, slowly walking forward with a menacing looking axe in his hands. “You only have temporary control. And now that we have discovered the truth behind your activities, we know how to stop you. If anything, all we have to do is wait for you to go to sleep and Angel will return.”
Angelus was infuriated. We knew that what the former watcher was saying was true, but the fact that they knew it made him extremely angry. “Oh, Wes” he began to taunt. “Have I said thanks yet for letting me out? Gotta admit. I did a pretty damn good job of impersonating Angel, right? You didn’t have a clue until you got to Sunnyhell. Boy, you had to come crawling back to have a real watcher help you figure it out.”
“It won’t work, Angelus” Buffy said, trying to bring the conversation back to something she could handle, fighting. “Are we gonna dance, or are you gonna talk all day?”
“Well, Buff” the dark vampire growled with a smile. “If you’re ready to die, why not?”
The two enemies launched themselves at each other. Buffy’s first two punches landed sure against Angelus’ jaw, first a right then a left. Recovering from the first blows, Angelus easily blocked the next two punches and delivered two strong blows of his own, one to the stomach and one to the jaw.
Buffy fell to the floor with the power of the last punch and looked up at her former lover. She could feel the blood trickling from her split lip and she wiped it away with the back of her hand. “Ok” she said menacingly, standing shakily to her feet. “Now you’ve done it.”
“I’m shaking in my boots” Angelus smirked at the slight blond. He stepped closer to the slayer as she quickly flew into action. She jumped and flipped into a harsh roundhouse kick to Angelus’ head. Following the force of the blow, the dark vampire quickly whipped around and caught her leather boot clad foot and jerked her around harshly before throwing her on her stomach to the floor.
Momentarily dazed, Buffy quickly realized that Angelus had her by the hair and was harshly pulling her head back to expose her tender throat. She could feel his breath against her ear as he whispered, “And now, for the coup d…” Then she felt a crushing weight as the man collapsed on top of her.
After a few moments, the two Englishmen pulled the sleeping vampire off the blond slayer. She breathed a sigh of relief as she looked up at Xander who was holding the tranquilizer gun.
“Well, it’s about time” she said with a half smile on her face. She didn’t want to admit it, but she and Angelus were pretty well matched and if someone hadn’t intervened, she was unsure as to who would have won.
“I forgot I left the gun in car” Xander replied as he helped his friend to her feet. “But you know what they say, better late than after the evil fiend has drained all your blood and left you for dead.”
“Yes, well, if you are both done” Giles said, shaking his head. “Let see if we can’t get Angel in the car and back to the apartment without him turning to dust, shall we?”
The group lifted the unconscious vampire and covered him with a blanket. As they heaved him into car, Xander remarked, “Dude, when Angel wakes up, I think we need to tell him to lay off the Krispy Kremes.”
The rest of the group simply snickered as they made sure their friend was covered from the day’s sunlight and began to head back to Giles’ apartment where they would have to decide what to do with him.
~Part: 39~
Angel woke up with a pounding headache. He felt like he had been hit by a train or something. He tried to bring his hand up to touch his head, but soon realized that he couldn’t move. Slowly opening his eyes, he realized that he was tied to a chair in the living room of Giles’ apartment. <Great> he thought. <What now?>
“Hey!” Xander yelled through the apartment, much too loud for Angel’s sensitive hearing. “It looks like Deadboy is finally waking up.”
Soon, Angel was surrounded by the Sunnydale group and, much to his surprise, Wesley. “What’s going on?” Angel asked softly. He found speaking difficult because his mouth was so dry, and did he taste blood?
“I assume you don’t remember much, is that correct?” Giles asked, squatting down to get at the vampire’s eye level.
“The last thing I remember is going to take a nap” Angel whispered, still confused at his current position.
“Yes, well, I believe we should inform you of the entire situation” Giles said, standing to his full height and headed over to the table to grab a chair. This was going to take a while. “Once you are fully informed of the events of the last few weeks, maybe then we can try to come up with a solution.”
***
Angel tried to soak in all the information he had been given. He was surprised to discover that Angelus had truly been in control while he slept all this time. “I guess that explains some of my strange behavior lately” he whispered more to himself than any of the others around him.
“Yes” Wesley replied, having heard the comment. “It seems that Angelus was able to influence some of his personality on you while you were awake. You don’t happen to know where Angelus would be hiding Willow and Spike, do you?”
“No” the dark vampire sighed. “I wish I did, but he seems to be hiding it from me.”
“So what do we do now?” Buffy sighed. They were all exasperated trying to figure out what to do.
“Actually” Wesley said from his spot at the table. “I have an idea.”
~Part: 40~
“What?” the group yelled in unison at the former watcher sitting at the table.
“Is that even possible?” Xander asked from the couch.
“Yes” Wesley replied, surprised at their reaction. “I believe it is. It would give us a way to talk to both Angel and Angelus at the same time.”
“I don’t know, Wes” Angel said. He wasn’t sure he liked the suggestion at all.
“Well, Angel” his friend answered. “I think it would work nicely. You could try to discern from Angelus what is correct and what is false. Plus we wouldn’t have to wait for you to wake to confirm anything he might have said.”
“But hypnotism?” Buffy questioned. “Are you sure it’s safe and that you can pull it off?”
“Demons have been hypnotized in the past” Anya mentioned, trying to help. She actually thought it was a good idea. “And it is easily reversible. I say ‘go for it!’. It may be the only way to find out where Willow and Spike are.” She wanted all this to end. This whole ordeal was really cutting into her orgasm time.
“Very well” Giles conceded. He was not looking forward to having Angelus in his house again. The last time was too painful and he knew that the demon would be more than happy to bring it up at the earliest possible moment. “How soon can we get started?”
“Right, now that this is acceptable to everyone” Wesley said, eager to get started. He wanted to find the two missing people to relieve his conscience of the guilt he had over setting Angelus loose. “I just need to get a few things.” He quickly stepped out of the room to get the items he needed and to try and calm himself before meeting the man he feared most, Angelus.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Buffy asked her former lover as she slowly approached him. “This is probably not going to be fun.”
“I understand that” Angel said, not quite looking her in the eye. “But if anything has happened to Willow or Spike, I’ll never be able to forgive myself. We have to find them and I think this will be the best way.” He felt guilty that all this time we had been looking for the monster who took his friends and it had been him the whole time.
Buffy recognized the look on Angel’s face. “Stop brooding over this” she scolded him. “You didn’t know what was going on. It was Angelus, not you.”
“I did know” he whispered as tears began to form in his eyes. “In some way, I think I did know. I was acting differently, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I just didn’t feel like me. I was…happy.”
“There’s no crime in being happy, Angel” Buffy said as she gently touched his cheek. “You deserve some happiness.”
“Yeah, just not too much happiness, Broodboy” Xander yelled from the couch.
Buffy was about to throw something at Xander when Wesley walked in from the other room with his supplies ready. As he sat them out on the table, he explained what each object was and it’s significance. “The incense is lavender and star anise to promote relaxation and psychic powers. This coin, which I have broken in half represents the two sides of Angel so that both Angel and Angelus will be able to communicate with us. And, of course, the watch for the hypnotism.”
With everything prepared, the group took their places and began to prepare themselves for what was to come.