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.

Oz started to panic when he saw Angelus enter the room followed by a wheelchair bound Spike. He heard the mocking in his voice and felt his fear grip him. He didn’t know how he had been grabbed, in broad daylight no less, but he knew that he didn’t have long to live.

“Why? Why am I here?” He rasped out. His voice was raw from lack of use. He was unsure how long he had been unconscious. But if the aches in his arms and legs were any indication, it had been awhile.

Angelus stalked over to the wolf and snarled into his face. “You touched something that was mine. For that you pay.” Angelus turned his head and held his hand out to Spike, who threw him his lighter. Angelus returned his gaze to the wolf, sparking the flame as he did so.

“Do you know what it feels like to have the hair burned from your body?” Angelus edged the lighter closer, running the flaming frighteningly close to the bare skin along his chest. He stopped in the cavity between the boy’s nipples. Spike rolled up behind his sire, an unlit cigarette in his hand. He moved the cigarette to the center of the flame, and then took a puff.

Angelus chuckled as he watched his childe burn the skin off of one nipple. The wolf’s screams were music to his ears.

Angelus backhanded the boy forcefully, sending his head reeling into the wall.

“No, you can’t scream yet. We haven’t even started.”

Druscilla noticed the way Willow’s heart sped up at the first howling scream. She grabbed the young girl’s hands and led her out of the room.

“Come.”

“Where are we going?” Willow asked curiously.

“I’m hungry.” Druscilla pouted.

Willow nodded and followed the vampire out of the factory and into the night.

Willow walked silently behind the vampiress, warily looking around for any sign of Buffy. She didn't know how she would explain what she was doing walking around the cemetery with Druscilla. She watched the way the vampire moved. She was so graceful. Her time at the factory had been spent almost solely with the vampiress, and she had come to like her. It was strange, but she felt a sort of kin-ship with her. And understanding, she couldn't quite explain. She was deadly, but yet she was also very much like a child. She had enjoyed meeting her dolls and having tea and cakes, as absurd as that sounded.

Willow stopped abruptly when she noticed Druscilla tense. The vampire was looking around wildly, before she turned around to face Willow.

"Dru? What is it?" Willow asked cautiously.

Before Druscilla could answer, Willow heard the unmistakable sound of laughter. Her face paled as she realized what it was she was hearing.

"The slayer." Druscilla acknowledged as Willow ducked behind a tree.

Oz groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. His body felt like it was being burned from the inside out. He opened his eyes to see Angelus sitting on a bench not too far away, staring at him with cold eyes.

Oz tried to speak, but his voice was hoarse from screaming, so it came out as a strangled moan. He took a breath of stale air and tried again. "Why?" He croaked.

Angelus chuckled, however the amusement never reached his eyes. "You attacked my mate." He shrugged slightly as he stood up and approached the boy. At Oz's confusion, he elaborated. "Willow. She's mine." Angelus smirked at the look of disbelief that crossed the boy's eyes.

Angelus held a knife, which glowed, in the low light of the room. He ran the cold metal along the boy's tender skin, enjoying the pain it caused. He leaned down to whisper in Oz's ear. "Tell me when it hurts."

Buffy stiffened as she came into a section of cemetery. She could feel a vampire's presence. She searched the area with her eyes, as she pulled a stake out of her pocket.

Buffy nodded her head to Xander, motioning for him to go in the opposite direction. Xander pulled out a vial of holy water and a stake and looked carefully for any sign of vampire activity.

Xander jumped back when he heard a chuckle from somewhere behind him. He turned around to see three vampires come out from behind a tree.

"Well, lookey what we have here?" One of the fledglings said from a couple of feet away from Xander.

"It's the slayer's pup? Where is she?" Another fledgling sneered.

"Right here." Buffy smiled as she swiftly staked the third vampire.

Willow watched in horror as the three vampires encircled Xander. Her fear was only slightly abated when Buffy staked one of them. She knew that Buffy could easily take care of the two that were left, however she was also highly aware that Druscilla wasn't far away, and was unsure of what the vampiress would do. Almost as if on cue, Druscilla approached the small group.

Oz tried not to cry out, but it was a losing battle. His body begged for peace, begged to die. But his mind railed at what Angelus had told him. The animal in him wanted nothing more than wipe the smug look off of Angelus' face, and take what was his. He knew that he had to live through this, if for no other reason that to take Willow, and make her his.

Druscilla watched in barely concealed amusement as the three fledglings descended on the boy. She frowned when she saw the slayer come to his rescue.

She felt Willow's fear escalate as she approached the four.

"Pst, Pst, Deary, look who's come out to play?" Druscilla sing-songed, as she circled around the small group.

"Druscilla." Buffy hissed, holding her stake tightly.

Druscilla ignored Buffy and turned her attention to the two vampires. "Tsk, tsk, tsk." She clasped her hands on the two fledglings, digging her nails into their shoulders. "Naughty, naughty. You know the Slayer belongs to the master, and yet here you are."

She didn't wait for the fledglings to beg for their lives. She released her grip on one of them and traced his jugular with her finger. When she reached a tender spot, Druscilla dug her nail in deeper, drawing blood. She watched the vampire's golden eyes as he realized he unlife was at an end. She smiled wickedly as she descended her fangs and drained him.

Once he had disintegrated into a pile of dust, Druscilla turned her attention to the other vampire. He was shaking in fear at what the vampiress would do. Druscilla smiled as she picked the fledgling up. She tossed him at Buffy, and turned to walk away, calling over her shoulder. "Consider it a gift, Slayer. Happy Birthday!" She chuckled as she disappeared into the darkness.

Xander sat in shock as he watched Druscilla kill the fledgling. After she had left the cemetery, he turned to Buffy just in time to see her stake the vampire Druscilla had tossed at their feet.

"Whoa. That was… just weird."

Buffy nodded her agreement as she helped Xander to his feet. The two walked back to the library in silence. Neither knew what to make of the strange events of the last few days. The strange vampire activity, Willow's absence from school, Oz's disappearance, and now, Druscilla was killing one of her own kind. It was all a little surreal.

Willow relaxed when she saw that Druscilla wasn't going to attack her friends. She didn't know what she would have done if that had happened. She was confused. She didn't know where her loyalties lay. She loved her friends, and didn't want anything to happen to them, but at the same time, she was mated to Angelus, and nothing short of death was going to keep her from him.

"Little tree, don't worry, Daddy will fix everything." Druscilla's lilting voice broke Willow out of her internal conflict. She turned to see the vampiress holding out a hand to her. She took it and they walked quietly back to the factory.

When they entered through the heavy doors of the factory, the first thing Willow noticed was the silence. She walked slowly through the building, towards where she knew Angelus was. She could feel him. She used this new added sense to guide her. When she reached a heavy door, she hesitated, knowing that this was probably where they were keeping Oz.

After a moment, Willow overcame her fear, and pushed the door open. The room was dark, and the air was stale. She made her way into the room, and gasped as she saw Oz chained to the wall. His eyes held a hatred she had never scene. She stared into them, searching for some semblance of what she had felt for him. When she found none, Willow turned her attention to her mate who was sitting on a bench a few feet away smoking a cigarette. She walked to him and allowed him to grab her and kiss her fiercely.

"How was the hunt, pet?" Spike asked for a darkened corner of the room.

Willow turned her head around, breaking contact with Angelus' lips. She smiled at the blond vampire. "Fine." She turned back to Angelus, avoiding looking at Oz. "I should be going home." She told him quietly.

Angelus shook his head. "No. You stay here. I don't want you leaving."

"But…" Willow started to protest but was silenced by the look on Angelus' face. She nodded. "Okay. But I have school tomorrow. I can't miss another day. They'll start to ask questions."

Angelus growled slightly then nodded his agreement. "Fine. But I want you back here afterwards." When Willow didn't respond he continued, "I don't want to have to come after you."

"Whore!" Oz's weak snarl surprised Willow.

She turned to look at the werewolf, confusion on her face. "You're nothing but a whore." He rasped out.

Willow turned away from him, not allowing him to see her tears. She headed towards the door when his next words stopped her. "But I will have you, even if I have to kill you to do it!"

Willow never turned around, but heard the scream that came next. She knew that Angelus wouldn't allow such a threat to go unpunished, and felt a wave of pleasure go through her. The feeling was replaced by guilt when she realized that she was enjoying the pain Angelus was causing. She ran out of the room and down the dark hall until she reached the room that Angelus slept in. She sunk into the soft bed and cried herself to sleep.

Willow walked into the library with a smile on her face. She was hoping nobody had noticed that she hadn't been sleeping in her own bed for the past couple of weeks.

Ever since Oz had attacked her, Angelus had insisted she spend the evenings with him. She had begged off bronzing for the simple reason that she would rather spend the time with Angelus and his 'children'.

To his credit, Angelus had left Buffy alone, for the most part. He still enjoyed taunting her, but Willow realized that wasn't going to change. And as long as he didn't kill her, Willow was going to count herself lucky. She had been slowly drifting away from her life with the Scooby gang, although they didn't seem to notice. She still researched with them, and spent time with them during school. But afterwards, she always went home. Home. She didn't know when she had started considering the Factory home, but it had happened.

Willow had come to accept Oz's fate. A part of her mourned his loss, even though technically he was still alive. His death was inevitable. Even he had realized that. He spent the first week cursing Willow and swearing that she would be his. But by the second week, his mind had shut down, and his body would soon be following. She estimated another day at the most, and she could close that chapter of her life.

She knew that what Angelus and Spike were doing to him was unthinkable, but yet she thought it. She even wanted it. The things he had said to her still haunted her dreams. Even in her waking hours she could hear his harsh words in her head. The things he said he would do to her, things he claimed she wanted painted an ugly picture in her mind. A picture she desperately wanted to erase. It was these constant, haunting images, which allowed her to accept Oz's fate. They allowed her to live with herself over the death he brought on himself.

Oz felt his life ebbing away. He didn't know how long he had been kept in this dungeon. Tortured for hours on end. He had lost the use of his legs several days ago, and now his tongue joined them in a peaceful oblivion. He willed his body to shut itself down, to let him die.

In the beginning he was furious. He wanted to show Willow who she belonged to. He wanted to beat some sense into her. Oz knew that if he could just hold out, he would be all right. When the full moon came, he would be strong enough to break free, and then he would kill Angelus and take Willow as his mate.

This belief had sustained him for the first week, but as the pain became more and more unbearable, his mind started to shut down, and now he begged for death. He wanted nothing more than to enter into oblivion.

He was about to get his wish.

Druscilla crept down to the room the wolf was being kept in. She heard the whimpers and groans of agony and smiled. His pain was a sweet victory for Little Tree. But it was time to end the nightmares. Miss Edith had told her that mommy wouldn't sleep until the bad dog was dead. Only then would her mind be at rest.

She approached the wall and smiled as the wolf stared at her with horror in his eyes. Her true face slid on as she spoke.

"You hurt Mommy. I don't like it when Mommy hurts." She paused as she looked up at the ceiling, as if deep in thought. "

Miss Edith says your blood is rich. It contains the power of the beast." She reached down and sunk her fangs into the boy, draining the last breath of life from him. When she felt him slump even further into the wall, she smiled.

"Miss Edith Never lies."

Spike walked into the main room of the factory and grinned when he saw his sire sketching Willow from memory. Angelus looked up, and smirked at the site of his childe walking again. He had regained his strength, and that pleased him. They were back to hunting together again. It was something he had missed.

"What are you doing up? The sun has barely risen." Angelus frowned when he saw the serious expression, which had replaced Spike's earlier grin.

"The wolf is dead." Spike informed him, and paused before continuing, "Drained."

"What?!?" Angelus growled. If anybody was going to drain the wolf-boy, it was going to be him. "Who?" He demanded.

"Dru. She did it for Willow." Spike told him, and quickly hurried to explain. "She said that Miss Edith told her that Willow couldn't get past the nightmares until he was dead, so she killed him."

Angelus nodded his understanding. "For Willow." He turned back to his sketch without another word.

Spike left quietly, knowing better than to press the issue. When he entered Druscilla's room, he found her having tea with her dolls.

"Come to bed, pet. It's late."

Druscilla smiled at her love. "Was daddy mad?" She asked as she followed Spike to the bed.

"He'll get over it."




Next Chapter