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Disclaimer: If I owned Spike and Angel, I'd be off having my wicked, wicked way with them. And I'm not, meaning Joss owns all.
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Angelus turns Willow, getting more than he bargined for...
Couple: Willow/Angelus, Willow/Spike.
Spoilers: Takes place in Season 2, after Innocence. Also spoils "The Wish", and "Doppelgangland".
Archive: You ask, you get. Simple, huh?
Feedback: Please? I need it like air.
Dedication: To all the great authors: Shar, Nell, Jinni, Tienco, Anastasia, Mystra, Inell, Ruby, Reatha, Kylia, Charity, Alrisha, Lanie, Dru, Tis, Diana C, Salice, Susanne, Saber S., Aerin, Angel S., Angel N., Nutmeg, Courtney W., Mary Ellis, Karen, and Ryan.
Notes: Takes place in season 2, after Angel loses his soul. Spike came to Sunnydale alone. No Dru.Willow and Oz were dating. Angel/Buffy 'shippers, look out. I dismantle the B/A relationship.
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A deep chuckle sounded as a man in a dark coat followed slowly behind a redheaded girl.
(What is the Slayer thinking, letting Willow walk home alone?) Angelus shook his head.
Buffy really was an airhead. His souled counterpart found that out too late. Angel had thought Buffy to be strong and beautiful. As their relationship progressed, he began to see she was shallow, and self-centered. By that point, Angel was already too far gone, consumed by his lust, weakening the mental cage Angelus was locked up in, so in the moment Angel had let down his guard, Angelus broke free, and regained control. It was a source of endless amusement to him that the Slayer thought that Angel's "true happiness" at being able to consummate his relationship with her led to his soul's demise. He wondered what would happen if he told her the truth: that Soulboy had let his guard down, and Angelus just merely took over. He decided to let the Slayer have her pathetic delusions of doomed love.
For now.
Now Angelus was going after what his souled-self wanted ever since he came to Sunnydale over two years ago.
Willow.
When Angel arrived, he had become smitten with the fiery redhead. He fell in love with her even before the blond Slayer showed up. He began to follow her, protecting her from the baddies that inhabited Sunnydale. He saved her from death more times than he could count. While Willow remained oblivious. That tore at Angel's heart more than anything else, knowing she was an innocent, and he could have no possible chance with her. After Buffy came to town, and befriended Willow, Angel felt a spark of hope, something that he hadn't felt in a long while. He revealed his presence to Buffy, and began to help her battle the Hellmouth. That, in turn, got him closer to Willow.
Willow.
Willow was the sweetest, most giving person Angel had ever known in all his 243 years. She accepted Angel for who he was, demon and all. Angel noticed whenever he was around Buffy, his demon would rattle in its cage. That was to be expected. Angelus wasn't all that fond of Slayers. Killing them, yes; otherwise, no. Angel failed to realize why his demon was so calm and quiet around Willow was because Angelus wanted Willow, too.
And now, he would get what he and his soul both craved.
The redhead he was fast approaching.
*** Willow quickened her pace. Someone was following her, she was sure of that. She just didn't know who. She hoped it was Buffy, Xander, or her sometimes-werewolf boyfriend Oz, but that was unlikely. She really hoped it wasn't....
"Angelus." She said, as he grabbed her shoulder, and whirled her around.
Angelus smirked. "Hello, Willow."
Willow was terrified. She knew she couldn't show it, though. That would give Angelus the advantage. Willow drew a deep breath, and squared her shoulders. "Let go of me." She said, voice steady.
The vampire raised his eyebrows. She wasn't showing the slightest fear of him. He knew she was afraid. Her fast, frantic heartbeat attested to that.
Angelus grinned. "Why should I?"
Willow tried to keep her body from trembling. "Because I am meeting my boyfriend at the Bronze, and I don't want to be late."
Angelus growled internally. He didn't like the idea of his little witch with that mutt's paws all over her. He reached out, and wrapped his arms around her waist, pinning her to him. "Forget about the mutt."
Willow looked up at him, eyes wide with confusion and fear. "What?"
Angelus smiled at her. "He's not good enough for you. You deserve better. Much better."
Willow felt a stab of fear, mixed with something that she knew the souless vampire shouldn't be causing in her. A strange type of dark desire. "Like who?" She whispered.
"Me." He whispered back, and claimed her lips in a fierce kiss. She gasped as Angelus gently explored her mouth with his tongue. After the kiss ended, Willow looked up at him, desire, confusion, and fear evident in her emerald eyes. "What? I don't understand."
Angelus chuckled. "What's not to understand? I want you. I've wanted you ever since I saw you that day two years ago."
Willow was even more confused. "I still don't understand."
Angelus leaned his forehead against hers, until his lips were a mere inch away from her own. "Do you honestly believe that I, or Angel for that matter, wanted that Slayer bitch? It was always you, sweets." He placed little kisses down the side of her face down to her throat. Reason inched its way into Willow's befuddled brain, and she attempted to back away, but she realized she was locked tight in the vampire's embrace.
"No, Buffy-" The redhead started to say, but Angelus growled, causing the redhead to whimper in fear. "He helped the Slayer because it got him closer to you." Angelus told her, having to concentrate on conversation. He had his temptation, his obsession in his arms, and he could think of much more fun things to be doing with his little redhead than talking.
"Angel and Buffy had sex..." Willow said.
Angelus laughed. "So? It was *you* Soulboy wanted. He used to follow you. *Protect* you." The dark vampire spat, as if the word disgusted him. He smiled down at the redhead, but it was full of evil. "I would be there, in the back of his mind, whispering all the things he could do to you. How you would make us both happy. Of course he never listened, but he knew I was right." Angelus kissed the redhead again, noting with amusement the tears in her eyes.
"I-I, Angelus, I have to go...now..." Willow stammered.
Angelus shook his head, licking a tear off her cheek. "You're not going anywhere, sweet Willow. I want you." He said silkily, giving the redhead an unwanted tingle. "You're coming with me."
Willow began to struggle. "No! Let go!"
"Don't fight me, baby. You won't win." Angel cautioned her, before he sunk his fangs into the redhead's delectable neck, greedily drinking her ambrosia until he felt her go limp in his arms. He chuckled, and kissed the puncture marks. "Besides, I always get what I want." ***
Spike watched curiously as Angelus walked in the mansion, whistling, and carrying a bundle up the stairs. He heard his sire's bedroom door close. Spike shrugged. Looked like his sire found a new toy.
Spike stood up and stretched. He would go hunting, and maybe go watch that cute little redhead for awhile. He first saw her on Hallowe'en. Everyone had turned into their costumes. He didn't know what she was supposed to be, but he really liked her outfit. A tight red top, and a black skirt with boots. She had her hair piled up on her head, showing off her milky skin. He was planning to go kill the Slayer, who had been transformed to a helpless maiden from the 18th century. That was his plan...at least until he saw the redhead.
Then his plans flew out the window. He spent every moment he could near her, or as near as he could get without being staked. He learned her name was Willow, she was a witch, and she was dating Oz, a werewolf, and was best friends with the Slayer. The fact she had a boyfriend meant nothing to him. It was simple. Kill the mutt, take the girl to his bed, and claim her as his Princess. Spike grinned. He knew it would be soon. He always was impatient, even with immortality.
***
Willow tried to open her eyes, and groaned, bright spots dancing around her field of vision. Her neck hurt. Vaguely she remembered Angelus, words, and fangs. She heard a low chuckle off somewhere to her left. She turned her head, and slowly opened her eyes. She was on a bed. Her arms were tied to the headboard! This definately wasn't good. Angelus was lying next to her, his head propped up on his hand, his dark eyes watching her with amusement.
"Angel!" She shrieked.
Angelus smiled and ran his fingers across her stomach. "About time you woke up."
Willow stared wide-eyed. "Let me go."
Angelus trailed his lips down her jawline, making Willow shudder. "Nope. Not gonna happen. You're mine."
He spoke against her skin.
Willow pulled back. "N-no! I have to go meet Oz..."
Angelus' eyes darkened. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "I told you. You're mine, kitten. Not the mutt's."
He claimed her lips in a fierce kiss. Willow managed to push him away from her. She looked up at the dark vampire while gulping in breaths of air. "Let me go." She begged.
He lowered his head to hers, tracing the shell of her ear with his tongue. "We've already been over this, Princess. You're not leaving the mansion, or my bed, or my arms." Willow whimpered fearfully as the vampire pressed against her. Angelus chuckled. "I can take all the pain away. Treat you like a Queen." He whispered seductively. "Will you let me?"
Willow shook her head. "No...no..."
Angel licked her ear again, nipping at her earlobe, causing her to gasp and arch into him, making him growl with want. Willow wiggled, trying to get away. Angelus laughed, and held her tighter. "Oh, do squirm. I enjoy it." Willow could tell how much he enjoyed it, and immediately stilled.
Angel grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him. He nuzzled the bite on her neck . "Maybe I'll just take you anyway, right here. You'd be all tied up. Bondage fun."
Willow rolled her eyes. "All tied up. Against my will. Gee, Angelus, that sounds like rape to me." She snapped.
Angelus blinked, surprised at her fire. He shook his head in amazement. His little spitfire was something else. "No, not rape." He told her. He smirked. "I've never had to resort to rape." He kissed her softly, tangling his fingers in her fiery tresses.
He moved his lips over her neck as he unbuttoned her shirt, kissing the newly bared flesh. Willow shook her head again. Angelus chuckled. "Let me persuade you..." He leaned his head down to kiss her, smiling when her lips parted. He devoured her mouth with his own. She bit down on his tongue, drawing blood. He snarled, pulling back from the redhead, blood dripping down his chin. She dared bite him! This fiery mortal was the woman meant for him. His one match. Suddenly, he laughed. "You made me bleed. Good girl. How about I make you bleed, hmmm?"
Before Willow could react, Angel bit deeply into her neck, draining her. He pulled back, and looked into her hazy eyes. "My sweet little Willow." He said softly. He untied her and pulled her to rest against him, biting his wrist, and holding to her mouth. "Drink. That's it, kitten, that's my girl. Drink for Daddy..." he mumured, encouraging her to drink from him, and be with him for eternity.
***
Angelus grinned widely as he bounced down the stairs. The minions were curious as to what could make the Master so happy. Angel paused seeing the minions staring at him.
"What the hell are you looking at?!" He growled.
The minions dutifully lowered their eyes. Angel shook his head. "Someone go get me something young and sweet, bring it back alive!" He barked.
Two minions scampered out the door to do the Master's bidding. Spike entered, hearing Angel's last comment. "Too lazy to get our own food, are we?"
Angelus rolled his eyes. "Not for me, you moron. For my new childe." Angelus said, grinning in pride at that last part.
Spike raised his eyebrows. "A childe? You haven't made a childe since..."
"You. Yeah, I know, but I had to have her. I've wanted her since the first time I saw her."
"A woman, eh?" Spike asked, wondering who it could be.
"Yeah." Angelus nodded. "Hell, Soulboy was smitten with her too."
"Poof knew her too?" Spike asked, curious.
Angelus nodded. "Where the hell are those damn dimwits? I told them to bring the food back here soon. She'll be waking up and she'll be hungry." He shrugged. "Well, if you want something done right, you got to do it yourself." He pulled on his coat and headed out the door.
"Who is she?" Spike called after his sire.
Angelus turned back to look at the blonde. "You'll like her, Spike. She has real...fire."
Chuckling, Angel vanished into the darkness. Spike watched the older vampire leave. "Fire." He repeated. His eyes widened as the image of a certain redhead flashed through his mind, and he walked up the stairs to his sire's room, a sinking feeling in his stomach.
***
Angelus shoved the screaming blonde girl against the side of a building in a dark alley. He wanted to get back to his Willow before she woke up. He sensed the Slayer. She was nearby. He rolled his eyes. Stupid bitch had the worst timing.
"Let her go." The blonde Slayer commanded. She watched in horror as the dark figure she knew was a vampire snapped the girl's neck. The screaming stopped abruptly.
Angelus turned around to face the young Slayer.
"Angel?" She whispered.
"Buffy." He replied, his tone disgusted and bored. He picked up the dead girl and threw her over his shoulder, and pushed past Buffy.
She grabbed his arm. "Wait. What's going on? You're ignoring me."
He shook her off. "What the hell are you talking about, you dumb slut?"
Buffy stood her ground. "You love me. You're obsessed with me." She told him.
Angelus rolled his eyes. "I'm not obsessed with you, and I sure as hell don't love you. *Angel* didn't even love you."
"Angel's my soulmate. You're lying!" She spat.
He raised an eyebrow. "Am I? Your precious Angel loved someone else, the whole time."
"No." Buffy whimpered. "He loved me. He died the night we made love."
"He didn't make love to you. He used you and screwed you." Angelus told her coldly. "You may have been in his bed, but someone else was in his heart. It was always her. Do you really think the soul went bye-bye just because of sex? If it was that easy, he would of picked up a street whore and fucked her. He slept with you because you were *easy*. He couldn't get who he really wanted, so he settled for your trampy ass."
Buffy stared at him, shock and realization in her hazel eyes.
. Angelus continued. "You know how I lost the soul, Slayer? You really wanna know? Angel knew he couldn't have who he truly wanted, so he settled for you. He was so anguished when he realized he would never have Willow, his defenses were weak, and I merely stepped in and took over."
"Willow?" Buffy whispered. "Angel...Willow..?"
Angelus smirked cruelly. "Yes, Slayer. Willow. Angel used you to get close to her. He used you and threw you away. Angel and I aren't *that* different, Buffy. He could be just as ruthless as me. He used to follow her, you know."
"I didn't." Buffy whispered.
"Well, he did. Didn't you ever notice how interested he was when you talked about Willow? Did you ever notice how he asked about her?" Buffy shook her head. "The best part of it was that the soul and the demon both accept her. Love her."
Buffy knew that Angelus spoke the truth. She had loved Angel, in an obsessive way, and she realized she had only seen what she had wanted to see from the souled vampire. She had to protect Willow. She pulled out a stake.
"I understand. I did much of the same thing to him. I held onto him when life got sucky. And I know our relationship, whatever it was, wouldn't work. I guess I didn't realize it until now. I'll be damned if I let you get Willow, you son of a bitch!" She growled. "If Angel loves her as much as you claim he did, he'd want her safe from you."
Angelus picked the blonde up by the throat and held her up until her eyes were even with his. "Don't fuck with me, schoolgirl! Do you really think you could stop me?" He snarled and flung her away. He started the walk home to his newest childe.
***
Spike sat in a chair, watching the redhead on the bed. The second he entered the room, he knew. Angelus had turned the girl Spike planned to make his. The scent of blood and death were thick in the air. Angelus had drained and turned her.
After his intial rage, (he had gone downstairs and dusted about half the minions) Spike had felt better. He went back upstairs to watch the redhead once more. She murmured, and started moving. Spike sat on the edge of the bed. Willow opened her green eyes, now tinted with flashes of amber. Spike felt a pull, almost magnetic, coming from her. He was drawn to her. And by the look on her face, he knew she felt it too.
"Spike." She growled.
"Ello, Red." Spike said to her.
She vamped out. "Hungry."
Spike felt his unneeded breath catch. Her vampiric features were exquisite. He felt the pull again. He needed to touch her. He ran a finger over the ridges on her forehead, smiling as she purred and leaned into his touch. He stroked her cheek as her human features came back into place.
"Hungry." She whimpered. Spike petted her hair.
"Shhh, it's okay, baby. Peaches is getting you something to eat." Spike soothed.
"Angel?" She asked.
Spike nodded. "Yeah."
Willow reached up to touched Spike's cheek. "Spike."
Spike kissed her palm. He leant down and kissed her gently on the lips. She responded to Spike, and he deepened the kiss. He wanted to do nothing more than claim her and make her his forever, but he knew he couldn't do that, not yet anyway. For now, he was content to taste her sweet lips. He pulled away reluctantly. "Angelus is coming, Princess. I better go." He kissed her softly once more, before leaving the room.
He headed down the stairs as Angelus entered with a blond slung over his shoulder.
He turned to Spike. "You were just up there?"
Spike nodded.
"How is she?" Angelus asked.
"Awake. And hungry." Spike said.
Angel nodded and headed up the stairs to his childe. He opened the door quietly. Willow was sitting up, looking around the room. Angel saw her stiffen as she smelled the blood.
"Angel." She said. "Hungry."
Angelus dropped the girl on the edge of the bed, and kissed Willow passionately. She pulled back, and crawled to the girl on the edge of the bed. She looked at the girl before grinning widely. "It's Harmony!" Angel smirked. "You know her?"
Willow nodded. "She was mean to me. She made fun of me. Mean girl." Willow smiled again. "Oh well. At least I can kill her." She leaned closer to the girl before pulling back and frowning. "Daddy, she's already dead."
Angelus chuckled. "I know. Sorry, kitten. Slutty stopped me, and I had no choice but to snap the girl's neck. She screamed pretty loud though."
Willow shrugged and bit into the girls neck, her demon coming to the fore. Angelus watched enraptured as his young beauty drained the girl. She finished, her demon masked by her pretty human features. She grinned at her sire. "At least she was still warm."
Angel laughed aloud and licked the blood from her lips.
***
After his new childe's hunger was sated, and she fell into slumber, Angelus walked down the stairs into the sitting room. Spike heard him enter, and turned to face his sire, eyes blazing amber. "Why her?" Angelus was caught off guard by his blonde childe's anger. "What?"
"Red. Why her?" Spike replied through clenched teeth.
"Because I wanted her." Angelus shrugged. "Why do you care?"
Spike was silent.
Angelus smirked knowingly. "You want her. Maybe I'll share her."
Spike growled at his sire. "Don't talk about her like that!"
Angelus looked confused. "Like what?"
The blonde growled again. "Like she's a piece of meat, or a object that can be passed around! She's not! She's too good for that, and you bloody well know it!"
The elder vampire was stunned by Spike's outburst. Angel plopped down in an armchair, and steepled his fingers under his chin. He sat, as if in deep thought. After a long moment, he replied. "You want her. I don't share. But-" Angelus drew out the word for emphisis, "after I kill the Slayer, provided I'm in a good mood, I may possibly consent to you and my Willow playing." Angelus smirked, stood up, and went back upstairs.
Spike watched his sire go, hatred in the depths of his icy-blue eyes. "Pillock!" He all but snarled. Sire be damned, he was going to claim Willow as his mate, and stake the bloody tosser. He would just wait until Angelus made a mistake, that much was inevitable, then he would move in and make sure Willow forgot all about Angelus. He smiled wickedly. (Yes, that would do just fine.)
***
Meanwhile, across town, a forlorn Buffy Summers walked into the Bronze, searching for Xander and Cordelia. She spotted them sitting towards the back, kissing and whispering to each other.
"Guys!" She exclaimed when she reached them.
Xander's lips let go of Cordelia's long enough to ask a question. "Hey, isn't Willow coming?"
Buffy grabbed his arm, pulling him up, ignoring Cordy's protest. "Xander, Cordy! Angelus-"
Cordelia cut her off. "Buffy, I know we haven't really gotten along in the past, but I am really sorry your boyfriend went nuts. I wouldn't wish that on anybody. I mean, my boyfriend's nuts, but not the psycho-crazy nuts that yours is-" Cordelia said, until Xander clapped a hand over her mouth.
Buffy threw her hands up in frustration. "No, Angelus is planning something! C'mon, we need to go to tell Giles!" She rushed off, followed by her bewildered friends.
***
Angelus slipped into his bed, and wrapped his arms around the redhead who was sleeping there in one of his shirts. He pulled her closer, and kissed her forehead. He knew what Spike was up to. His blond childe didn't get him enough credit. Angelus knew he was planning something, he just didn't know what. And, when Angelus found out, Spike would be very, very sorry he tried to cross his sire. Angelus buried his face against Willow's soft neck, drifting off to sleep, with thoughts of how he would hurt Spike if, no, when he went after Willow.
***
Buffy ran to the Watcher's, pounding on his front door so hard, it almost shook."Giles!" Buffy said as soon as the Englishman answered the door. "We got problems. Angelus killed Harmony, and I think Willow might be in trouble. I'll call in the troops."
***
Cordelia sighed, and looked up from filing her nails. "Giles, it's a Saturday night. We were Bronzing. And Slayer Girl drags us here. This better be pretty damn important!"
Xander nodded in agreement. "Yeah, like end of the world important."
Giles sighed. "I'm sure Buffy has a valid reason."
Oz looked around. "Where's Willow?"
Buffy ran back into the room, near tears. "Giles! I called everywhere! Her house, I checked the public library, I called my mom to see if she's heard anything, I even called the hospital! Nothing!" Buffy cried. "God, what if he already got her?!"
Xander put his fingers in his mouth, and whistled shrilly. "Hey? We still don't know why were! What's going on?"
Buffy turned to Cordelia. "Angel's causing problems. Words were exchanged. Cordy, he killed Harmony."
"What?!" Cordy gasped. "We may of had a falling out recently, but that doesn't mean I wanted Tall, Dark and Psycho to kill her!"
Buffy nodded. "I'm so sorry." She whispered. "I heard her scream, and I got there as fast as I could, but it was too late..."
Cordy looked at Buffy. "Not your fault." She said simply.
"No! If I had only gotten there sooner-" Buffy berated herself.
"No. It wasn't your fault." Cordelia told her slowly. "It was Angelus. Not you."
Buffy nodded. She still blamed herself though. "Giles, I didn't make Angelus lose his soul."
"I thought when you slept with him, he went all wiggy." Cordelia said.
Buffy shook her head. "No. I thought it was because of..." She trailed off.
"The happy?" Xander suggested.
Buffy nodded. "Yeah. He-he told me it was Willow."
"Willow gave him a happy? In the horizontal kind of way?!" Xander shrieked.
"No!" Buffy exclaimed. She glanced over at Oz. "Angel was in love with her."
Oz drew in a sharp breath.
Cordelia's jaw dropped. "Whoa! What?!"
Buffy looked at her Watcher. "Angel was in love with Willow. And...Angelus is too."
Xander stood up. "Wha...how do you know that?!"
"He told me, Xander!" Buffy snapped.
"What do we do?" Oz asked softly. The werewolf was obviously angry someone was threatening his girlfriend.
"We need too find Willow, and keep an eye on her. We never know when Angelus may decide to go after her." Giles replied.
"I agree." Buffy said. "But, we can't find her. What if...what if he's gotten to her already?"
***
Spike sat on the couch, smoking, and armed with a scowl. He couldn't stay in his room, knowing that the woman he fell in love with was a room away, asleep in his sire's arms. His lips curled into a sneer.
He really hated his sire. He wished Slutty or one of her little friends would've staked the bastard when they had the chance. He heard Angelus' bedroom door open, and scowled up at the staircase, fully expecting to see his sire. He brightened considerably when he saw Willow decend the staircase, dressed in one of Angel's silk shirts. And, he noted with delight, that she still smelled innocent, meaning his sire had not taken the redhead yet.
"Hello, Princess." He greeted as she came down the stairs. "What are you doing up?"
"Hi, Spike. I couldn't sleep." She said softly. "Why are *you* up?"
"Thinking." Spike answered.
Willow sat next to him. "What about?" She asked.
"Lots of things. Me, you, the Slayer and her friends, Angelus..." He replied.
"Me? Why were you thinking about me?" Willow wanted to know.
Spike looked at her for a long while, lust evident in his blue eyes, making Willow blush. Willow felt herself growing wet under his heated gaze. His eyes darkened as he smelled the redhead's arousal. He felt the pull again. He was drawn to her.
He licked his lips. "Because," he murmured, "I want you." He reached over and pulled her into his lap. He took her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, while he ran his hands over her body, causing her to moan with desire. He pulled away, watching as her eyes flashed amber. He laid her back on the couch gently, stopping to remove his own shirt before settling himself above her, ripping open the shirt she was wearing. He took a moment to admire her pale skin against the black undergarments she wore. He pulled back and looked deep into her eyes. "Do you know how long I've wanted you?" He asked her huskily. He licked the shell of her ear before nibbling on her earlobe. She whimpered slightly.
The blonde vampire growled in barely contained lust. He quickly tore the shirt and bra from her body, leaning back to admire the picture of his Fire Goddess dressed only in her lacy panties. "So lovely." He murmured before eagerly taking one of her rosy nipples in his mouth. The redhead beneth him moaned, and threaded her fingers through his hair as he suckled her. She cried out as his knee brushed up against the juncture between her thighs. "Spike...Spike, please!" Willow keened softly.
Spike almost came then and there hearing his Red's voice so full of passion and need. She couldn't take much more teasing. And neither could he. He kissed his way down her flat tummy, and stopped when he reached the top of her panties. He looked up into her dazed eyes before grinning wickedly. He placed a kiss on her belly button before he tore her panties apart, tossing the tattered material on the floor with her other torn clothing. He moaned low in his throat when he spied her crimson curls. He lowered his head and began lapping at the sweet liquid seeping from the redhead's core. Her little whimpering noises were exciting Spike even more. He vamped out, running a fang over her erect clit, making the redhead scream and writhe beneth him. He repeated the motion, and purred softly when he felt her sweet release enter his mouth. He thrust his tongue into her tight hole, not wanting to miss any of her juices. He sat back up, eyes almost black with desire. He looked into her passion glazed emerald eyes. He licked the last traces of her juices from his lips. "So sweet and innocent, my pet." He purred as he kissed his way back up her body. She arched up, trying to get more contact with him.
Spike grinned and bit her lip. "Do you want me, baby?"
Willow nodded, near mindless with desire.
Spike chuckled, his excitement causing his game face to appear. "Say it, baby. Tell me you want me."
Willow reached up, and ran her hand across his chest. He caught it, and kissed her fingertips. "Uh-uh, Princess. Tell me."
"Want...you..." She panted, almost incoherently.
"Good girl." Spike purred, unzipping his pants, freeing his rock hard erection. "Tell me what to do now, baby."
"Spike, fuck me! Please!" Willow begged.
Spike kissed her passionately. "Good pet. But, no." Willow's eyes flashed angrily up at him. Spike chuckled again. "I won't fuck you, but I'll gladly make love to you." She screamed as he thrust into her, breaking her virgin barrier. He stopped moving, and peppered kisses all over her face. "I'm sorry, baby."
"Spike. Oh, God, Spike. Don't stop...." Willow keened dreamily, her head thrown back.
Spike grinned, and began thrusting in and out of her. Willow purred and raked her nails down his chest, leaving red welts. Spike hissed at the pain-pleasure sensation, and grabbed her tiny hands, and pinned them above her head with one of his own. He pounded into her, watching lustfully as her human face melted into her vampiric visage. She growled softly, and kissed Spike hungrily as he released her hands. He looked down into her amber eyes briefly, before running his elongated fangs along her neck. Willow screamed her pleasure, her claws biting into the blonde's shoulders, drawing blood. Spike grabbed her slender hips roughly and held her writhing body steady as he pounded into her weeping channel. He moved one hand below their joined bodies and twisted her clit. Willow snarled and bucked up. Spike growled back, slamming her small body into the couch. He could tell she was close. "That's it. There's my girl. Come on, baby, come for me. Come for me hard, Willow. Scream for me." He encouraged. Amber eyes met amber eyes as Willow screamed Spike's name. Spike came when he heard her scream, biting deep into her left breast, claiming her as his. He smiled against Willow's skin when he felt her come again as a result of his claiming bite. He licked his mark. "Mine." He said softly.
Her head shot up, yellow eyes glowing. Spike grunted in suprise as she rolled them so she was laying on top of him. She attacked his mouth with her own, sucking his tounge into her mouth, slicing it against her fangs, greedily drinking his blood. Spike pulled her closer, slipping his hardening cock back inside her. She lifted herself and impaled herself on his shaft as she rode him hard. She was purring softly, placing little nips on Spike's chest. He roared when his mate roughly bit his nipple, and he yanked her head up and crashed his lips on to hers. She pulled back and nuzzled his neck, her whimpers growing louder with every thrust, until she moaned and bit into Spike's neck as they both climaxed. Spike purred when he felt the redhead claim him as hers. "Mine. Mate." She growled, settling against him.
"Yours," he agreed, wrapping his arms around the small redhead. She sighed and buried her face in the crook of his neck, nuzzling at her mark. Spike kissed her temple and growled contently.
Neither member of the newly mated pair noticed the form of a very angry Angelus by the staircase.
***
Spike woke up to see his sire standing over him, a look of barely controlled fury on his face. The next thing he saw was his sire's fist coming at his face, then blackness.
***
Willow woke up when she heard the sound of a door slamming. She looked around, confused. She was in Angelus' room. Chained to the bed. Naked. "Fuck!" She swore softly.
***
Spike came to, growling as he found himself tied to a chair. He and Willow had been too busy with their frenzied mating to notice Angelus. "Did you really think you could take her away from me?" Angelus asked as he stepped out of the shadows.
Spike snarled at his sire. "Where is she?"
"Upstairs. In my room. Chained to my bed." Angelus replied, smirking.
"Untie me." Spike demanded.
Angelus grinned widely. "Nope. This is your punishment. You have to sit here, and listen."
Spike narrowed his eyes. "Listen to what?"
"To her punishment. You have to sit here and listen to me take her. You have to listen to her moans and screams. You have to sit here and deal with the fact that *I'm* the one that's making her moan and scream." Angelus grinned wickedly. " You have to deal with the fact that she's still *mine* in every way."
"Bastard." Spike snarled.
"Maybe, but that's not the point. If you'll excuse me, I've got a naughty girl to punish." Angelus said, smirking at Spike. "I'll tell Willow that you're a little...tied up at the moment." Angelus skipped up the stairs gleefully, ignoring the blonde's growled threats.
***
Willow turned her head as the door opened. It was dark in the room, so dark that even with her vampiric vision, she couldn't tell who it was. She heard movement next to the end of the bed.
"Baby's been naughty." Angelus purred.
Willow growled. "Let me up, damn it!"
Angelus grinned, and flopped down on the bed next to her. "Nope." He ran a finger down her body, smiling as she growled. She arched up as he roughly pinched her nipple. Suddenly, Angelus pulled away. "Do you know what you did?"
"Spikey and I made love, and we mated to each other." Willow purred.
Angelus growled at his childe, and gripped her chin painfully, delighting in the look of pain in her eyes. "Did I give you permission to take Spike as your mate?"
Willow cried out in pain.
Angelus strengthened his grip. "Answer me, Willow! Did I?"
"No..." Willow hissed.
Angelus released his hold on her. "You've been a very naughty girl. I think it's about time Daddy taught you a lesson. Wouldn't you agree, love?" Willow glared at him. Angelus smirked. "My fiery little kitten." He smiled darkly as he began to disrobe. He eyed the whip he had set out, and turned back to look at his beautiful childe, chained and helpless. He chuckled when he caught her eyes on his hard member. He smirked at her. "I like the sight of you naked and helpless chained to my bed, at my mercy." He smirked at her. "The pleasure comes later, baby." His eyes grew cold. "After the pain." He raised the whip, bringing it down on her flawless skin, closing his eyes at the sound of her screams.
***
Spike gritted his teeth as he heard unmistakable sound of a whip hitting flesh again, and Willow's cry of half-pain, half-pleasure. He vowed to himself, he would get rid of Angel, even if it was the last thing he ever did.
***
Angelus looked down at his childe in satisfaction. It had taken repeated fuckings, and hours with the whip, but Angelus noticed the weariness in her green eyes. He saw the flashes of amber in her eyes, and grinned triumphantly when she lowered her head. The dark-haired vampire cupped Willow's face in his hands. He looked deep into her green eyes. "Did Willow learn her lesson?"
Willow narrowed her eyes, but responded. "Yes." She growled quietly.
"What was that?" Angelus asked, hearing her the first time, but wanting her to say it again. The bond between Willow's demon and her sire's was strong. Willow's demon whispered to give in, to give into her sire and let him posess her. "I said, yes. I learned my lesson."
The elder vampire's eyes darkened in lust as he watched the redhead lick her bleeding lip. He crawled up the length of her body, nipping at her pale skin. "Good girl." He slid his shaft back inside her core, moving gently, careful not to hurt her anymore. She sighed as Angelus kissed her slowly, lovingly, holding her to him as they both found their release. He licked the bloody whip lashes on her body. He lowered his head to her ear. "I hit you too hard, kitten. Drink from me."
Willow looked up at him, uncertain, until he moved his neck against her mouth. The young vampire was powerless to resist the call of her sire's blood, sinking her fangs into his neck, drawing the dark nectar she so needed. After several minutes, Angel pulled away, and stroked his daughter's hair as she drifted off to sleep, exhausted and fed. The dark vampire unlocked her chains, pulled on his clothes and went downstairs to confront his other childe.
***
Spike growled at his sire when he saw him decend down the staircase. "Where is she?!"
"Asleep upstairs." Was Angelus' casual reply.
"What did you do to her?" Spike snarled.
"It's amazing what a few hours with a whip can do, isn't it?" Angelus replied.
"Bastard." Spike swore.
"Maybe." Angelus shrugged. "But she's mine, Spike. She submitted to me."
Spike opened his mouth to reply, but shut it abruptly when he saw the bite mark on his sire's throat. The blonde's eyes grew yellow with rage. "You let her feed from you?!"
"Of course I did. She's mine." Angelus replied lowly.
"Like hell she is!" Spike hissed. "She's my mate! The bond I share with her. She'll come to me, and you bloody well know it!"
Angelus shrugged. "I won't stop her."
Spike narrowed his eyes. Angelus was up to something. "You won't?"
"Nope. Soon enough, I'll be all she needs." Angelus replied. "After I'm finished with her, her loyalties will be to me. I'll bend her to my will so completely, she'll leave you without another thought." Angelus smirked.
"You bloody bastard!" Spike hissed, so great his rage. "Don't you fucking dare!"
"I won't lose her to you, childe. Be sure of that." The dark vampire warned, heading back up the stairs, leaving Spike tied up in the chair.
***
Spike awoke to soft red hair in his face. He looked down, and smiled when he saw his mate curled up on his lap, sleeping with her head against his shoulder. He noticed his arms were no longer tied, and figured Willow must of untied him. He figured it was after sunset. He wrapped his arms around his Red, and nuzzled her ear. "Love, wake up."
Willow's green eyes blinked open. She smiled softly at him. Spike winced when he moved. He'd been in that damn chair for too long. He scooped her up, and sat on the soft couch, settling Willow back in his lap.
"Where's the poof?"
"Out. He left awhile ago. I think he went to taunt the Slayer," the redhead replied.
Spike cupped her chin in his hand, raising her face to his. He growled softly seeing the bruises on her pretty face. Willow whimpered when he touched her back. Spike set her down, and stood up, facing her.
"Show me." He growled softly, hatred for his sire bubbling to the surface. Willow was wearing one of her sire's shirts, just having thrown it on. She bit her lower lip nervously.
"Spike..."
He put his hands on her shoulders. "Let me see. No arguments."
Willow sighed, and unbuttoned the shirt. Spike growled in rage when he saw the angry red welts across Willow's chest and back. He gently brushed his lips over her bruised shoulder. She buttoned back up the shirt, and turned away.
Spike growled again, hating his sire, and hating himself. He wanted Willow from the beginning, from the first time he saw her. He spent months following her, watching her, loving her from afar. His demon loved the redhead too. Both parts of him -the demon and the man- wanted to love her, hold her, protect her- forever. He had been useless to her, tied up in a damn chair while their sire beat and fucked the hell out of her. He was supposed to be her mate, but he couldn't even protect her...
He felt a cool hand on his face. What he was thinking must of shown on his face, because Willow smiled up at him, and kissed him. "No. No blaming." She snuggled into his embrace.
He kissed her forehead. "I love you, baby."
She sighed in contentment. "I love you too, my Spike."
***
Angelus smirked from the shadows, as he watched the Slayer stake the vampires rising from their graves. He waited until she dusted the last one before clapping. "Bravo." He emerged from the cover of the shadows slowly.
Buffy's eyes narrowed in hatred. "Angelus."
"Where's your pathetic gang of do-gooders?" Angelus asked snidely. "Did they ditch you?"
"Go to hell, Angelus." Buffy spat. "Where's Willow?"
Angelus chuckled. "Asleep. I think I wore her out." Angelus sat perched on a tombstone. "Why didn't you tell me she had so much fire?"
Buffy cocked a bolt in her crossbow. It gleamed in the moonlight. "Let. Her. Go."
Angelus shook his head. "Oh no, lover. Can't do that. She's mine."
Buffy shook her head. "I'll get her away from you, I swear it."
Angelus snarled in disgust. "Are you *that* big of a moron, Buffy? Let me explain this to you. You can't. She's mine. My childe, my lover. M-I-N-E. She wants me. She *loves* me. That's the bug up your ass, isn't it?"
Buffy looked away. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Angelus laughed again. "Oh, I think you do, Buff. You're jealous. Angel wanted her as I do, he loved her as I do. You get one warning. This is it. Give up." He turned and walked away.
***
Willow was talking to Spike when she heard the door open. She smiled when she saw her sire. Spike was sitting in a chair, and glared at the elder vampire. Angelus pointedly ignored his eldest childe, and leaned down, and kissed Willow.
Willow's eyes sparkled with an evil glint. "Well?"
Angelus chuckled at his daughter. "Come sit down, and I'll tell you all about it." Willow sat next to her sire. "Did you kill her?" She asked eagerly.
Spike stood up, and grabbed his duster. "I'm going hunting."
"Take your time." Angelus called after him, earning another glare from the blonde as he left.
"Well?" Willow asked, impatient to hear what her sire did to her former friend. "Did you hurt her?"
Angelus laughed. "Lots, baby."
"Good." Willow smiled sweetly. "I hate her. I even hated her a little when I was still human."
"Why?" Angelus asked with genuine interest.
"She made me feel terrible. I felt so horrible compared to her. She's pretty, everyone thought I was mousy. Boys liked her. Xander loved her. She was important to the world. I was nobody." She finished softly.
Angelus realized his childe had kept many of her insecurities from when she was human. She didn't feel attractive, felt like she wasn't important. He pulled her into his arms, and kissed her neck. "Who cares about the moron?"
"I *loved* him! He chose that bitch over me!" Willow hissed, game face slipping into place.
Angelus reguarded her carefully. She was still very young, not even a week old. He'd have to teach her to keep her emotions in check. "Do you still want the moron?"
She licked her sire's throat. "No. Only want my Daddy. And my Spikey." Willow purred, brushing her fangs over Angel's jugular. Angelus frowned when she said she wanted "her Spikey", but ignored it. He moaned and pulled her closer when she sunk her fangs into his throat, and drank. He moved her so she was straddling him, his body needing more contact with hers. "Tell you what, kitten." Angelus said huskily. "How about I rip out the Slayer's heart for you?"
Willow pulled back, golden eyes glittering with evil. "That sounds like a great prezzie, Daddy."
"We'll go get it for you tomorrow, baby." Angelus murmured before catching his childe's lips with his own.
***
Buffy shut her locker door and trudged down the hallway to her math class. A week. Willow had been gone for a week. According to Angelus, he had sired the hacker, but a part of Buffy hoped against hope that her former love had been bluffing, and that maybe Willow was still alive somewhere. She hadn't seen Angelus during patrol for about two days, which made her wonder what he was doing. She couldn't accept he had Willow. That would mean that Buffy was a failure, that she had failed her duty as a Slayer, and as a friend.
"Hey, Buff." A forlorn voice called.
The Slayer turned and smiled sadly at the boy. "Hey, Xand. How are you holding up?"
Xander shrugged. "Cordelia still thinks I'm nuts." Xander refused to believe even for a second his best friend was a vampire. After Buffy had told him about her latest Angel encounter, Xander yelled that he had already lost Jesse to vampires, and he sure as hell wasn't about to lose Willow too. He was constantly spouting ideas of where she could be, all of them wishful thinking.
Cordelia, on the other hand, was convinced Willow had to be a vampire by now, which led to many agruments between her and Xander.
Giles was worried. There had been a decrease in vampire activity, and no sign of Spike or Angelus. The Watcher feared their foes were about to do something big. He was also concerned over the health of the children, especially Xander. Xander had been Willow's closest friend. Oz was also taking it especially hard. Buffy had been training to the brink of exaustion. He hoped the strain wouldn't be too much on them. He didn't know how much more they could take.
"Any sign of her?" Xander asked hopefully.
"No." The Slayer replied. "No sign of her, or Angelus for that matter. Giles thinks something big is going to go down."
"I feel so helpless!" Xander lamented. "Isn't there anything we can do?"
Buffy sighed, suddenly looking much older than her 17 years. "Yeah. We wait...and we pray."
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