Pairing: Angelus/Willow
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's a ficlet.just read
Distribution: Souls in Peril
Feedback: Please
Disclaimer: Don't sue. I don't own any of the characters. I don't
make any money from it. All credit goes to Joss.
Spoilers: Through season two. See notes.
Notes: Angel is Spike's sire, Angel does not have his soul,
character's thoughts '', Spike was never in a wheelchair. Drusilla
is
up to full strength. Angelus isn't obsessed about the Slayer, he just
wants her dead.
Thanks to Elizabeth for the beta.
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Angelus watched her from the shadows, the night covering his
presence. His Willow stood beside the Slayer, patrolling in the dark.
As he masked himself from all other creatures, her body floated
gracefully through the graveyard. Her pale skin glowed from the
moonlight giving her an ethereal glow. Her hair, the color of fire
blazed through the night. The color of blood. Her scent carried
innocence, untapped power and a hunger that he would match. He could
practically taste her blood in his mouth. 'She will be mine,' his
demon screamed. 'A perfect addition to my family. A childe to stand
beside Drusilla and William. A childe that will be strong with an
even stronger blood thirst. A lover to take to my bed.' Giving her
one last look, he knew it wasn't time yet. "Soon, little one. Soon,"
he whispered.
Spike and Drusilla crept up behind Angelus. "The stars whisper of
blood and magick. They whisper of power," she said softly. Seeing the
redhead, her eyes widened. "The stars whisper of the pixie."
Spike followed his Sire's eyes until they fell on the redhead. He
could smell the power and innocence that rolled off of her in waves.
"Thinking of a new addition?"
"I am. What do you think?"
"Since when do you give a damn what I think?"
"She'll be a childe, not a minion."
"A childe, huh?" He took another look at Willow and saw potential in
her.
Drusilla began to grin wickedly. "So confused. She's all mixed up.
The good parts swim with the dark ones." She turned her head to look
at Angelus. "She has potential for great evil." Drusilla clapped her
hands together. "A playmate."
Angelus smirked. "I guess that means Drusilla approves." He looked at
Willow again and then at Spike. "Once I take her, you can have your
taste of her. Think of it boy, all that untapped power. Our family
will destroy this place. The Slayer won't have a chance."
Spike looked at the redhead. "My taste of her, huh?"
"We'll share her as we share Drusilla. She'll be ours. Our fire.
We'll teach her everything she needs to know." Angelus shared a smirk
with Spike as the three of them walked away from the graveyard.
The End