Title: You’re My Temptation
Author: Kylia
Email: kylia_bug@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Nobody belongs to me, unfortunately. They belong to Joss & Mutant Enemy, and a few other people I don’t know.
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Up to season 2 “Innocence” But it’s my own little wacky universe after that!
Category: Willow/Angelus
Summary: Angelus makes a claim, things happen.
Distribution: Fire & Ice, WitchFanFic, Of Sire & Childe, anyone else, ask, and you shall receive
Author's Notes: Starts out Season 2, but will eventually end up in season 4 BtVs/Season 1 Angel.
Dedication: To Sammy, Inell, Elka, Dagney, Stasia, Ann, and the girls on the second floor.

When Angelus awoke, his mood hadn’t changed. He had slept, but it was a dream-riddled sleep. Dreams filled with the redhead that seemed to be plaguing his every thought. He growled as he entered the main room.

“What’s the matter, pops?” Spike smirked. “Your new toy didn’t play nice?”

Angelus stalked over to his childe, rolling him back into the wall, and pressing his face inches from his own. “What do you know, Rollerboy?” He hissed.

“Daddy’s fire goddess is waiting for him.” Druscilla sing-songed as she entered the room.

Angelus took a step back from Spike and turned to Druscilla. “Dru, baby? What do you know?” His voice was calm, belieing the rage that boiled beneath the surface.

“The tree weeps.”

Angelus didn’t wait for her to continue. He grabbed his trench coat and left the factory, and hurried to Willow’s house. Well, that had been his intention. Somewhere along the way, he got side tracked. He found himself drawn to his old apartment. He didn’t know why. Until the previous night, he hadn’t been back there since he had changed. There was nothing about the apartment that he wanted to be reminded of.

He had only taken her there because he knew he wouldn’t be interrupted. But now, he was feeling this pull, taking him there. When he arrived he walked in and was immediately assaulted by her scent. It was everywhere. His body moved of it’s own accord as he walked to the bedroom. He found her on the bed, asleep. She was clutching one of the pillows like a lifeline.

He fought the urge to go to her, to ravage her once more. He turned away from her abruptly, and left the room snarling. He needed to get out. Go and kill something, violently. He hated the way he was feeling, the way she was making him feel.

He left the apartment, in search of challenging prey. He hoped he would run into the Slayer. He would relish taunting her with what he had tone with her little friend. He chuckled in anticipation.

Willow awoke to silence. For a moment, she had forgotten where she was. Then she breathed, inhaling the sharp aroma that was Angelus. She opened her eyes, and took in the darkness. For a moment, she had felt complete. She had felt whole. But now the feeling was gone, and she just felt as if she was missing some vital organ.

Willow climbed out of bed, and realizing that it was early evening, she decided that she should go back to the library and help the others. She wasn’t really looking forward to a night of research. But she had to get out, get away from the emptiness she was feeling. Maybe she could keep her mind of it, if she could occupy herself with something else.

She left Angel’s apartment, leaving the door unlocked, in case she wanted to come back, and headed towards the library.

Angelus chuckled to himself as he let the body drop to the floor. She had been easy prey. She didn’t run when she had seen him. Didn’t she know it was dangerous to be walking around alone at night?

He had only given her just enough of his own blood to bring her over, thereby ensuring that her slumber would be long. They would believe she had died, until it was too late. He grinned as he imagined the look on Buffy’s face.

His thoughts were interrupted by a new scent. Something he couldn’t quite place. It seemed familiar somehow. Angelus turned the corner and growled, coming face to face with the owner of the scent. A werewolf. The wolf just stared at him, grunting and sniffing. He seemed unsure as to whether or not he should attack the vampire. Angelus growled loudly, his eyes glowing yellow, sending the werewolf scurrying in the opposite direction.

Angelus chuckled as he headed towards the cemetery. He was in a much better mood, but he still hoped he would run into the slayer. Some good old-fashioned taunting would be the perfect topper to the evening.

“Are you sure you’re up to it?” Buffy asked Willow as they left the library.

“Yep. I’m sure. We haven’t patrolled in awhile.”

“But you said you weren’t feeling well?” Buffy asked looking Willow over carefully.

“I’m fine really. Now lets go dust some vamps!” Willow smiled cheerfully as they headed towards the cemetery.

Buffy and Willow strolled through cemetery, taking in the eerie silence. They had been patrolling for over an hour and yet to see a single vampire.

“This is giving me the wiggins” Buffy broke the silence.

Willow nodded. “Yeah, it is fairly freaksome. You said they were out in force last night?”

Before she could answer, Buffy heard a noise from somewhere behind her. She felt the presence more than saw it, telling her it was a vampire. She stopped, and whispered for Willow to move out of the way.

Willow looked towards the shadows, trying to see what it was Buffy had heard. She couldn’t see anything. It was too dark. But it didn’t matter. She knew it was him, and a feeling of dread over came her. This was it. This was the moment her world would come crashing down. He was here to tell Buffy about what they had done, and her life would be over, figuratively if not literally.

“Hello, Lover” Angelus’ voice was silky as he came out of the shadows, smirking at both girls.

Buffy tensed when she saw him step out of the shadows. She was still unused to seeing the demon that wore her lover’s face.

“Isn’t that getting a bit old, Lover?” She sneered.

Angelus was about to tell the slayer it wasn’t her he had been speaking to when his eyes locked with Willow’s, and a wave of desire washed over him, unlike anything he had ever felt. He saw it mirrored in her eyes, along with something else. Fear. She was afraid. And he was overcome with the desire to protect this creature from anything that threatened to hurt her. He tore his gaze away from her and looked to Buffy, who was in a fighting stance, prepared to fight him if she had to. He chuckled.

“Oh, Lover, I’m wounded. I didn’t come here to fight.” His voice was mocking, reminding Buffy that this wasn’t her Angel.

“Why are you here?” Buffy asked warily.

Angelus clutched his hand to his chest in an act of wounded pride. “Lover, I missed you. I thought maybe we could kiss and make up.” He stepped closer to Buffy, being careful not to look at Willow, “Or not.” He smirked as he turned around and disappeared into the shadows.

Willow was in a daze, Angelus’ words echoing in her head. A part of her was shocked that he hadn’t told Buffy, another part of her new why. He still wanted the slayer. He wanted her in his bed, and didn’t want her to know what had happened. This revelation hurt her more than she would have thought possible. She knew that the night they spent together meant nothing to Angelus, but still finding out that he still desired her best friend, was like a slap in the face, reminding her, once again that she was second best.

Willow pulled herself out of her inner thoughts and turned to Buffy. “Are you alright? She asked, not really caring at that moment. She was numb, she couldn’t feel anything.

Buffy nodded. “How about you?”

“I’m fine, but I really should get home.” Willow told her as she started heading out of the cemetery, towards her house.

“Ok, I’ll walk you home.” Buffy told her as she fell into step beside her.

Angelus snarled at himself as he made his way down the streets of Sunnydale. * What the hell is the matter with me? I had a perfect opportunity to hurt Buffy, and I just let it slip away * He growled in frustration as he realized he had unknowingly walked to Willow’s house.

He climbed up to her balcony and let himself in through her French doors, and waited.

Willow was exhausted when she reached her house. Buffy had talked the entire way home. Willow couldn’t remember about what. She couldn’t stay focussed. Her mind kept drifting back to Angelus. They way it felt to be in his arms the night before. The way he looked at her in the cemetery, as though he could see into her very soul, and finally the way he spoke to Buffy. He was mocking her. Telling her that he could never want her, once he had had the Slayer. He had had desire in his eyes when he looked at her, but it was obviously meant for Buffy.

So lost in her own thoughts was she, that Willow almost missed the feeling tugging at the back of her mind, telling her that she was not alone. She closed the French doors behind her, and without turning around, she spoke.

“You didn’t tell her.” Her voice was soft. So soft that had it not been for his vampiric hearing, he probably wouldn’t have heard her.

“Noticed that, did you?” Angelus asked from directly behind her. When she turned around, he placed a forceful kiss on her lips, bringing back all of the emotions she had tried to bury. She returned the kiss, feeling a blinding passion building within her.

His complicated mind was losing all coherent thought as she devoured his mouth with her own. And then it stopped. Willow withdrew from the kiss and pushed her body away from his, and walked to the other side of the room. He turned to watch her pacing small circles across her floor.

“Why are you here, Angelus?” She asked looking into his eyes. The anger he saw there startled him. He wondered what was going on inside her head. He didn’t know what to tell her. He wasn’t exactly sure why he had come.

“I’m not sure.” He told her honestly. She looked at him quizzically.

“Alright. I’ll tell you why you’re here.” She paused, and after noting she had his full attention she continued. “You got all worked up seeing Buffy, and you thought you could come and Fuck your little whore.” She looked up at him with a fire in her eyes. “How am I doing?”

“Is that what you think this is?” He asked, trying to process what she had said, and why she was so angry.

“Isn’t it?” She asked, growing more irritated by the second.

“No.”

Willow was surprised by his simple answer. But it didn’t assuage her anger at being second choice to this demon. “That’s not the way I see it. You got all turned on seeing Buffy tonight, so you decided to come and get some from little old boring second place Willow!” She snapped.

Angelus chuckled, realization dawning. “Is that what you think? That the Slayer turned me on?” Willow nodded, “Not even close. Why would I want her, when I can have you?” He asked huskily, sending chills down her spine.

Angelus stalked over to her and pushed her against the bed. He climbed on top of her, letting her feel his erection through his leather pants.

“Feel that?” He asked as he pressed firmly against her. “You did that. Not the slayer.”

Willow’s eyes grew wide at the desire she saw in his eyes. She arched up claiming his lips with her own in a hungry kiss,

Her heart had stopped beating, or maybe it was beating too quickly. She wasn’t sure anymore. All thoughts were muddled in her brain. There was nothing coherent. No thought which made any sense. There was only sensation. The way he touched her skin with his cold hands made her feel as though it was on fire. As she ravished his body with her tongue, a moan escaped his lips. He nipped along her stomach, her breasts, and finally her collarbone with his fangs. It was all about sensation.

Willow felt his fangs pierce the skin on her throat, felt the blood being sucked, tenderly. She felt how he took her. Possessed her. Claimed her.

And then it was over; her mind was a foggy mass of sensations. As she drifted off blissfully, she heard his possessive claim and nodded.

“Mine.”

Druscilla danced into Spike’s room, smiling.

“What is it, Luv?” Spike asked wondering what had pleased his Dark Goddess.

“Daddy. He’s claimed the fire princess.” She sing-songed as she twirled around the room. “Soon we’ll be a family.”

Spike rolled across the room and grabbed Druscilla, pulling her into his lap. “Sure, Pet, That we will.”

She smiled brightly into his eyes. “And that nasty Slayer won’t be able to stop us.”

Spike’s smile died on his lips as he realized the implications of what Druscilla had been trying to tell him.

“The red-headed hacker? She’s the fire princess?” He asked, a feeling of dread washing over him.

“But don’t worry, Spikey. She’ll make a good mommy!”

Willow opened her eyes to find Angelus staring at her, a cocky grin plastered on his face. She sat up abruptly and looked at the clock. It was just before five A.M.

“What are you doing here?” She asked as she climbed out of bed and got dressed. When she turned back around, she noticed that Angelus hadn’t moved but he raised his eyebrows in response to her question.

“I, uh, I mean, what are you still doing here?” She asked as her face turned the same shade as her hair.

“I expected you to be gone. You know killing and maiming?” She asked, grinning slightly. She looked back to the clock.

“It will be sunrise soon.” She took a step closer to the vampire, allowing him to grab her and crush her lips in a bruising kiss. When Willow broke the kiss in order to suck in some much needed air; Angelus took the opportunity to nip at her ears, and down her throat with his tongue. She moaned against him as he licked at the two small puncture wounds.

Willow forced herself to push him away. “You should go.”

Angelus stood up and pulled on his clothes, which were lying in a pile at the foot of her bed. He turned to leave, but grabbed her and forced her to look into his eyes. He gripped her chin forcefully. “You’re mine. Don’t ever forget that. I’ll leave the slayer alone. For now. But if she get in my way or tries to take you from me…” he let the words hang.

Willow tried to nod her understanding, but his grip was too tight.

“Understand? Mine.”

“Yes. Yours.”

Jenny Calendar sat at her desk going over what was left of the curse her people had performed. It didn’t make any sense. Several key passages were missing, and a translation was going to be nearly impossible.

Jenny sighed heavily and started to work on the computer program she hoped would help her to restore Angel’s soul.

Willow opened her front door and was started to find Oz standing on the other side.

“Oz?” She asked warily. She didn’t realize he even knew where she lived. They had always met at the library the few times they had gone out.

“Willow.”

“What are you doing here?” She asked as she walked passed him into her front yard. Oz grabbed her wrist forcefully and pulled her to him.

“What are you doing?” She tried to keep her voice steady, but she was growing increasingly worried. He had never touched her, not once. Not only he didn’t he try to kiss her, but he wouldn’t even hold her hand.

Oz pulled her to him and kissed her forcefully. She didn’t return the kiss, instead struggling against him. Her struggles only made him plunder her mouth with more force. Willow whimpered against him. He grip was like steel and she found herself pushed against the side of the house, inches from her porch. His aggressive actions frightened her. She looked frantically around for something to hit him with. Finally her eyes settled on a plant just out of her reach. She moved towards it slowly.

Oz, thinking she was enjoying his actions, let her move to one side. He pushed her head hard into the wall, causing her to cry out in pain. When her mouth opened, he forced his tongue inside. And then he was filled with immense pain. First from him tongue, where she had bitten it, and second from something heavy hitting him over the head.

After Oz’s body has slumped to the floor, Willow ran. She ran to the only place that she could feel safe. To the only person who she knew wouldn’t hurt her or judge her.

Willow ran as fast as she could to the factory. She only had a vague idea of her surroundings as she ran. Several times she looked over her shoulder to make sure that Oz hadn’t followed her.

She had been terrified of coming to the factory when Angelus had mentioned it, but she no longer cared. Her only thought was getting to him. He would protect her.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Willow realized that she should have gone to the library, to Giles; however, she couldn’t face her friends. She couldn’t tell them that Oz had attacked her. She couldn’t tell them why, she didn’t even understand why he had done it. And she didn’t care. She just wanted to feel safe. Even if it was in the arms of a killer.

Oz awoke with a blinding headache. He looked around and tried to remember where he was and what had happened to him. He sat up slowly, as a metallic taste filled his mouth. His own blood.

For several minutes, he sat on the cold ground and tried to remember what had happened. He looked himself over slowly. Other than his headache and a swollen tongue, he seemed to be fine. Oz stood up and walked to where his van was parked. His mind was still hazy. The last thing he could remember clearly was going to bed early after an afternoon of practice with the band. After that everything was a blank.

Oz shook his head slowly as he headed to the school.

Buffy stormed into the library, a scowl on her face. Giles, Xander and Cordelia looked up from their seats surrounding the table.

“What’s the what, Buff?” Xander asked hoping there was some imminent danger that would tear him away from research.

“It attacked again.” Buffy told them sadly. “Theresa. She’s dead.”

Silence enveloped the room as everyone was reminded of how dangerous living on the Hellmouth was.

“Are you sure?” Cordelia’s question broke the deadly silence.

“Of course, I’m sure. It was on the radio!” Buffy snapped.

“No, are you sure it was the werewolf?” Cordelia clarified with a roll of her eyes.

“Yes. Well, no. I don’t know.” Buffy crinkled her brows in confusion.

“What did the radio say exactly?” Giles asked patiently.

The swinging library doors interrupted Buffy’s response. Oz walked in and looked around.

“Hey, Oz.” Xander waved cheerfully. “Wills’ not here.”

Oz paled visibly at the mention of Willow as the memories came flooding back. They were crystal clear in his mind. He smiled at the memory, then frowned as he realized that she had run away and wasn’t here in the library. * Where else would she have gone? * He wondered.

As quickly as he had entered, he turned around and left.

Buffy stared after him quizzically and then with a shrugg turned back to the table. “Now where were we?”

Angelus awoke with a growl. Willow was in pain. He could feel it. He jumped out of bed and ran out of his room, barely stopping to pull on his leather pants.

He paced restlessly around the main room. His mate was in trouble and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

“Marcus!” He bellowed. When the vampire entered the room, he stared menacingly at him. “Get some of the servants and go into the city. Find Willow.”

Marcus nodded and turned to leave only to be stopped by Angelus’ steel voice.

“If anything happens to her, you’ll be begging for an eternity of torture.”

Marcus stiffened at the Master’s words and then left silently.

Willow slowed her pace as she neared the factory. A small fear, at the back of her mind, started to grip her. She was running into the den of a killer. Several killers, in fact. There were so many ways in which she could die, but somehow deep inside, Willow knew that she was safe. So, she trudged on. The closer she got to the factory, the safer she felt.

When she reached the doors, she knocked loudly. After a moment, the door was swung open and she came face to face with a small man. He wasn’t much taller than she was. He had beady little eyes and greasy hair. She gulped loudly and tried to think of a good reason for what she was doing there when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside, slamming the door shut.

The little man pushed Willow into another room and hurried away before she had a chance to ask him any questions. She found herself in a large room with a long table. She noticed a couple of rose bushes. *Who would keep rose bushes in a place like this?* she wondered.

“Would you like some tea?” The voice came from behind Willow. She whirled around to face Druscilla, smiling easily at the vampiress. She wasn’t frightened.

“Yes, I’d like that.”

Druscilla smiled. “Good. Daddy will be worried. Come, I’ll bring you to him.” The vampiress grabbed Willow’s hand and led her into another room.

“Daddy, look who I found.” Druscilla’s voice held a hint of pleasure at her discovery.

Angelus rushed to Willow and crushed her in a bruising hug. That’s when he smelled it. Blood. Her blood mixed in with another smell, which was at once familiar. He snarled as he carried Willow over to the small couch.

“The wolf. He did this?” He asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

Willow shook her head. “No. Oz. It was Oz.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

Angelus looked puzzled for a moment. “Are you sure? I can smell him on you.”

Willow shrank back at the apparent accusation. Angelus, noticing her reaction, pulled her closer, so her head was resting on his chest.

“What happened?” His words were soft, belying the rage that boiled within.

Willow swallowed, and began to tell him what had happened. As she relayed the events of the morning, her mind kept focusing on his words. She turned to look into his dark eyes, glinting dangerously in the darkness of the room.

“What did you mean earlier? About the wolf?” Willow asked as her mind started to put all the pieces together. When he didn’t answer her, she asked another question.

“You think Oz is the werewolf?”

Angelus nodded. “My nose doesn’t lie. It’s him.” He turned towards the doorway, where Spike had rolled in. “Find the wolf. Bring him here!”

Spike turned and barked orders to some of the minions, who scampered away.

Druscilla waltzed into the room carrying a tray with tea and set it on the table in front of the couch. She placed one cup in Willows shaking hands and smiled down at the redhead. “Don’t worry, Mommy. Daddy will take care of the mean dog.”

Willow smiled at the vampiress and sipped her tea.

Oz had looked all over the school for Willow and hadn’t found her anywhere. He wanted to finish what he had started. He didn’t know what was happening to him, but he felt different, stronger. It was time for him to claim what was his.

He left the school to search the town for Willow. She couldn’t hide forever. He hadn’t made it more than a few yards when he was grabbed from behind and knocked unconscious.

Oz opened his eyes and tried to adjust to the darkness. It was cold and there was a stale smell in the air, something he couldn’t quite place. He tried to move, but found he was being held down, by what he wasn’t sure.

He looked up to find his armed chained securely to a wall behind him. He looked down, and groaned at the pain in his head. His ankles were fastened just as tightly as his arms and he was completely nude. A sudden rush of fear ran through him as he tried to remember where he was and how he had gotten there.

Angelus was furious. He couldn’t remember when he had felt this much rage, over a mortal no less. He paced around the room restlessly. His servants had brought the wolf to the mansion several hours ago, unconscious and bleeding. There were so many things he wanted to do to the boy. So many ways in which he could make him scream out in agony. But he wanted him to be conscious, to feel every excruciating moment, so he had to wait.

Spike rolled into the room, stopping just in front of his sire, an evil glint in his ice blue eyes. “He’s awake.”

Angelus smiled wickedly at his childe and then his expression turned serious.

“Willow? Where is she?” He asked, unsure how she would react to the boys impending torture.

“She’s with Dru, having tea and cakes.” Spike raised his eyebrows as he rolled out of the room followed by Angelus, who was anxious to get on with the show.

“And this is Miss Edith. She likes you. She told me you’d make a good mommy.” Druscilla introduced her favorite doll to her new redheaded mommy.

Willow smiled at the vampiress, feeling completely at ease in her company. She took another sip of tea and waited patiently for the screams she knew would be coming soon.

“Well, well. Looky what we have here? Spike, my boy, I think it’s time to play.”

Angelus smirked as he saw the color drain from the wolf's face. This was going to be fun.




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