DISCLAIMER: Still not Joss.
RATING: Not sure... R-ish, maybe NC-17...
PAIRING: A/W/S
DISTRIBUTION: if you've other fic of mine, then this one is fair game, too.
FEEDBACK: would tell me whether I'm wasting my time with this one.
DEDICATIONS: to Jeannette, of course... and to those who liked the 'In Which Things...' series.
NOTES: AU in that the ends of S5:B and S2:A happened very differently in this world. Spike's chip malfunctioned, he made Willow all vamp-y (although her soul is still around, but subservient to the demon), and they've gone to LA with Angel and a boy named Timmy. * *= emphasis.
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He'd had no idea of just how well his childe was suited to an actual city. Not that she hadn't been bloody brilliant in Sunnyhell, because she had, but... seeing her this way, flowing amongst the late-night Los Angeles crowds while she selected her next meal was just... stunning. The wickedness he'd gloried in before they'd come to his Sire's town was even more pronounced, although she somehow managed to keep it hidden from most. *He* could see it, though. Of course, he knew enough to look.
Not so the teeming masses of humanity. No, when they looked at his only childe, they saw a very attractive little redhead with a sweet smile and innocent eyes. They didn't see the evil edge to that curve of lips or the deep hunger in that green gaze. It only drove home to him just how deeply stupid most mortals truly were. "Pick one already, Red," he muttered, knowing she would hear him. "I'm getting bored."
Willow nodded almost imperceptibly, and continued on her apparently aimless path down the Santa Monica pier. Her Sire suffering from boredom wasn't a particularly pleasant experience, as she had reason to recall. The last time had involved holy water and a sunrise, and... but at least he'd pulled her inside before she'd singed too much. "Fine, Spike," she sighed. He was only ten feet or so behind her, she knew, so she lengthened her stride, searching for the type of human she was hungering for. She found him almost immediately. "That one," she murmured, tipping her head towards the obviously stoned frat-boy leaning against the hot dog stand.
And it never ceased to amuse him that she always selected victims who were similar in appearance to the 'friends' who'd treated her so badly on the Hellmouth. "Fine, pet," he purred as he pretended to join the cotton candy line, "Go to it, then." He smirked a bit as he watched her do just that.
"I'm sorry," she said to the dark-haired young man, "I think I'm lost... do you know where the arcade is? I'm supposed to be meeting my date there, and..."
The young man gazed blearily at the cute little redhead, his drug-dulled mind finally realizing that she was much better than the caliber of girl he usually got a crack at. He knew exactly where the arcade was, too, but that didn't mean he would actually tell her. "It's kind of compla-... comnpl-... it's too hard to tell. I could show you, though." His smile grew wider as the girl nodded and took his hand. Oh, yeah, this was gonna be too easy.
She knew just what the fool was thinking, but she *wanted* him to lead her somewhere private, after all. Even with as oblivious as most of LA was, she didn't think feeding in public would be a good idea. It was difficult for her not to laugh as the young bastard led her away from the swarming crowds, but she managed somehow.
And God, this girl was dumb! Like there'd really be an arcade in an alley! Still, "We can get in through the back," he told her, hoping to allay any possible suspicions she might have. "Here we are," he announced, pushing her forcefully into a darkened alcove. His grin became malicious as he stepped forward, one hand closing roughly over her cotton-clad breast. He didn't notice the golden gleam of her eyes in the darkness, or the fact that her voice, when she spoke, was slightly sibilant from passing through suddenly jagged teeth.
"This isn't the arcade," Willow said silkily, playfully trying to pull away from his harsh caresses. "I wanted to play some games."
This little bitch was a hot one. She wasn't even trying to cry for help, and she was barely attempting to pull away. It was almost disappointing, but... maybe having a willing girl would be a nice change, he decided. "Oh, we're gonna play some games, slut," he grunted, his hand closing harder on her small breast. His other hand moved swiftly to his zipper and he dragged it down, pulling his hard cock from inside. "Let's start with 'suck this'."
A small laugh slipped from her lips as she glanced down the boy's body, her enhanced vision hiding nothing from her. "Suck *what*?" she giggled. "That little thing? Why bother?"
Fury raced through him, and he released his hold on her chest to slam his fist into the side of her head. That was his intention, anyway. He had no idea of how things went wrong, but obviously they had, because...
Willow smirked wickedly and tightened her fingers around the boy's fist until she heard the unmistakable sound of his bones splintering. She stared into his wide, tear-filled eyes, and giggled again when he finally made out her true features. Her eyes remained locked on his as he fell to his knees, her other hand tight over his mouth. "There's really no point in sucking that, you know," she said conversationally. She leaned down, lips nearly touching his ear as she continued. "Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm gonna be doing some 'sucking', but... I have something else in mind." Her sharp teeth drove deep into the side of his neck, and she moaned at the intense panic she tasted in him. It took barely a minute to drink him down, and she laughed softly as she allowed his swiftly cooling body to collapse. "Well," she said to her audience of one, "He did say he wanted to *play*..."
Spike laughed out loud at the child-like glee in his girl's voice and moved closer, pulling her roughly against him. "Don't think he enjoyed it much, pet. But I did." It was true, too. "In fact," he went on, rocking his long, ready cock against her, "I think I'd like to play a round or two, myself."
And that was something she was always up for. Her hands slid between their tense bodies, releasing him from his jeans as he tugged her skirt to her waist. "Sire," she moaned while he lifted her and slammed her back against the wall.
He grunted wickedly as he sheathed himself viciously in her tight, wet core, the sound of flesh on flesh emphasized by the hollow thunk as her head hit the wood behind her repeatedly. She was a bloody marvel, he knew, and he never would have realized it if that chip hadn't gone bad on him. It was almost enough to make him want to thank those soldier boys. After all, if he'd never been chipped, he probably would have just killed the girl. His true face slid out when she clamped herself tighter around him, and he moved harder, faster, more roughly within her. He could smell the blood as she started to tear, and her needy moans only drove him on.
Fuck, she loved it when he was like this! His fingers digging deep into her ass, his cock stabbing repeatedly into her. Her ankles locked wickedly behind the small of his back, and she pushed against the wall, trying to take him even deeper. Her tight, throbbing clit ground hard against his short, dark curls, and when she felt his jagged teeth thrust deep into her arched neck, she screamed loudly, finding her sudden, violent release.
It was her fingers driving through the fabric of his shirt that finished him off, especially when that small pain was added to the thick, power-rich blood he was guzzling with such abandon. He growled and snarled against her skin, ramming himself balls-deep within her tightness as he exploded roughly. He fell backwards, landing on the dead boy as his knees gave out, and one hand slid up her back to grip tightly at her thick red hair as he pulled her equally sharp-toothed mouth to his own neck. "Drink!" he ordered, groaning loudly when she complied.
Her entire body was humming with the sensation of her stunning orgasm and the Sire's blood she was drinking, and it actually took her a little while to gather her mind together enough to stop taking him in. Finally, though, she dragged her lips from his savaged throat and sat up on him. "Thank you, Sire," she murmured, forcing herself to stand.
Spike gazed up at his creation, a slick smile appearing on her lips. She was perfect; just... perfect. He tucked his softened shaft back into his pants, then got up from the surprisingly lumpy body beneath him. "No problem, Red," he told her while she rearranged her skirt. "Ready to go?" They still had to help the soul-y one with that night's hunt, after all; it wouldn't do to keep the ponce waiting.
Willow nodded slowly, taking the hand he extended. "What do we tell Angel?" she asked as they strolled back down the alley. "About feeding, I mean."
And they'd have to tell him *something*, if only to explain where they'd been, and why they weren't hungry. "We found a couple of would-be-rapists in an alley with their intended victim," he decided, "And we took care of them."
The redhead nodded slowly. It was more or less the truth, after all. That Spike's meal had been a young prostitute could remain their little secret, she supposed. "All right, Sire," she purred softly as they started back to the hotel.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
He watched them from the roof of the building as they reassembled their clothing and sauntered off. He'd made very sure to be far enough away that they wouldn't feel him unless they were trying, but still close enough to hear what they said, and... His childe and his grand childe were planning to lie to him.
It was hardly unexpected, considering the rules he'd made them agree to, but it still pissed him off. Willow was basically obeying him, of course, because she had the slight tempering of soul to her demon, but Spike... No, his boy was being just as arrogant as he always was. Worse yet, the boy was getting the redhead to take part in his outright falsehoods.
The girl should have known better, he told himself.
Yes, Angelus agreed, she *should* have. She should have come to them when the bleached wonder first began flaunting his rule; she should have told them, and begged their forgiveness. He could feel the soul agreeing completely, and it was just enough. He should be let out to punish them, he recommended, although the soul's ready allowance surprised him. Still...
A wicked smirk crossed the vampire's lips as he stood straight and tall, eyes locked on the swiftly departing couple. One hand came to rest lightly on the bulging front of his slacks, and he stroked himself absent-mindedly. "You need to learn a lesson, my boy," Angelus purred, "You *and* your little witch." First, though, he had a child of a different sort to deal with.
That smirk remained on his face as he leapt to the ground and started towards the cheerleader's apartment.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
He'd been staying with Cordelia for almost a week, and he liked her, but... he never got to have any *fun*! She wouldn't let him go down into the tunnels, or watch non-educational TV, or even go out at night! And sure, he'd been scared by the way Spike had acted, and the things Cordy'd told him about Angelus, but he wasn't sure that was worse.
Besides, Spike had actually come around and said he was sorry, and Timmy was almost sure he believed him. It had gotten him to thinking, in any case, and... Maybe the blond had been mean because he was afraid of what Angelus might do if he ever mouthed off to him like Spike did to Angel. It sounded like maybe that could be it, considering.
He wandered into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, groaning at the assortment of 'healthy' food there. And that was another thing-- he hadn't seen a hot dog or hamburger the entire time he'd been staying there! No popcorn, no candy; hell, not even a scoop of ice cream! Even the *Home* had let him have dessert! No, he decided, whatever happened, he couldn't stay with Angel's Seer anymore. Not without going crazy, anyway.
But did he really want to take a chance on what might happen if Angelus came back the way he'd heard about? Well... yeah. He figured the evil version of Angel probably wouldn't hurt him as long as he didn't act like a jerk, and... Now that he knew what the demon was capable of, he didn't think he'd have that problem. Maybe he could even get the demon to *like* him.
Yeah, he told himself. He'd go back to the hotel in the morning.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
He paused for a moment outside the apartment door, senses extended as he listened for the sound of the Seer's heart beating. His eyes widened for a moment before narrowing swiftly when he heard only the boy's. That certainly made things easier, he acknowledged. Cordelia would have recognized him immediately, after all, although he was nowhere near as unbalanced as he's been when that bitch actress had drugged the soul into submission. When he finally *did* bond with his 'better half', he'd have to be very careful with the May Queen... make sure she understood the difference. Still, that was a concern for another time.
His hand rose, and he swiftly pounded hard on the door. "Timmy," he called through the wood, "I need to talk to you." The little boy would be just the thing to get his childe and grand childe to toe the line, he thought. They'd do anything to keep him safe, unless he was mistaken, and... they didn't need to know that he shared that sentiment, after all. No, just the threat of violence against Spike's descendant should be enough. It would have to be, because there was no way that either he *or* the soul could harm the kid. They liked him too much.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
He'd been sitting in the lobby cooling his heels for what felt like forever. Sodding Angel had said they were going out hunting, but... where was the bloody git? Hell, Red had gone on upstairs to research whatever it was the prat had been on about for the last few days, and he was getting bored again. "Bloody stupid wanker," he snarled, only to fall silent as the tall, dark-haired vampire strolled through the lobby doors. "And where the bloody fuck have *you* been?" Spike demanded.
Angelus forced himself to smile like the soul, and moved swiftly towards his boy. One large fist flashed out then, impacting firmly with the point of the boy's chin, and he smirked as Spike fell unconscious. "Talking to the *smart* one in your family," he answered facetiously before picking the blond up and slinging him over his shoulder. "Little Timmy knows how to show some respect," he went on as he climbed the stairs, "And it's past time you learned the same, brat."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Angel?" Willow cried, jumping up from her computer, "What happened to Spike?" She was so concerned over the limp form of her Sire that she didn't notice the fist flashing towards her head. Then she didn't notice anything at all.
Angelus sighed sadly, staring down at the little vamp-witch on the floor of their room. "You shouldn't have lied to me, Willow," he said softly as he flung his childe onto the wide bed. He bent down to her, and when he rose, he placed her on the large mattress, as well, although with a good bit more care. "But you're young. You'll see the error of your ways soon enough. I'll show you."
It took mere minutes to strip the two pale creatures and bind them securely with the chains the soul kept for himself. It took even less time to pull his own clothes from his aching flesh. He gazed consideringly at the blond and the redhead, a sly smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. "Now, which one to start with?" he mused, chuckling darkly at the soul's reply. Yes... that would work.
End.