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.

"Hey Wills!" Xander waved from across the cafeteria.

"Hey Xander." She smiled as she walked over to the table he was sharing with Buffy and Cordelia.

"Where've you been?" Buffy asked as Willow slid into a chair opposite her.

"Been? I, uh, I haven't been anywhere. Except for here, which is where I am, now." Willow babbled.

Cordelia rolled her eyes as Xander and Buffy exchanged a curious glance.

"So, we bronzin' it tonight?" Xander asked cheerfully.

"Sounds like a plan. Things have been kind of quiet. How 'bout you, Wills?" Buffy asked.

"I don't know. I have a lot of studying to do." She told them with an apologetic smile.

"C'Mon, Wills. You haven't gone out with us in weeks. It's Friday night. It won't kill you to put it off one more day." Xander begged.

"Okay," Willow relented hoping Angelus would understand.

"Great! Now that that's settled." Cordelia said with a hint of boredom.

Willow sat at their table at the bronze and tried to appear like she was having fun. She wasn't sure how effective she was being. Cordelia and Xander were dancing together, while Buffy was dancing with the third guy who had asked, leaving Willow to sit alone.

She groaned as she tried to remember why she had decided to come out and have 'fun', instead of spending the evening having passionate sex with her demon lover. Then she remembered. It was what was expected of her.

She was about to get up and leave when her friends returned to the table. She smiled at them, hiding her frustration.

"Hey, I think I'm gonna head out. It's late." She stood up and started heading for the door. She was almost outside when she heard footsteps right behind her. Willow turned around to see Xander, Buffy and even Cordelia staring at her expectantly.

"Let us walk you." Buffy offered. Willow nodded.

The four of them left the Bronze in silence, and walked slowly towards Willow's house. The decided to take a detour through the park. After walking a few feet past a group of trees, Cordelia gasped. Buffy and Xander turned to where she was looking. They could see a pair of legs peeking out from behind a stone garbage can. The body was partly hidden amongst some shrubbery, but there was no doubt in Willow's mind, whose it was. She breathed an imperceptible sigh of relief that it was finally over.

"Oh, my God!" Buffy bent down to inspect the body.

She couldn't believe what she saw. It was Oz, but cuts, bruises, and burns covered his body. His legs lay in such an odd position, it was clear they had been broken long before he died. One of his nipples had been burned off, leaving an old and hideous scar across his chest. She took a closer look at his neck, afraid of what she would find.

Buffy drew in a sharp breath as she saw the two puncture marks on his jugular.

"Bastard!" Xander hissed. "Angel did this."

"Angelus." Willow's words were spoken softly.

"Excuse me?" Cordelia asked.

"Angelus. You called him Angel."

"There's a difference?" Buffy asked, confused.

Willow looked up disbelievingly into Buffy's eyes. "Yes, there's a difference." She looked into the shocked faces of her friends, and then back down to the ground.

"I, I have to go!" Willow turned around and ran down the street.

When Xander started after her, Buffy stopped him. "Let her go."

Buffy felt bad for her friend. Oz was the closest thing Willow had had to a boyfriend. Her whole body shook with rage at what Angel had done. There was no question in her mind that Angel had done this, or why he had done it.

Willow left the park and started to run home. It wasn't until she was halfway there, that she realized that she was headed towards the factory. Her only thought was of getting home. She hadn't realized that home no longer meant the house she was raised in, but instead a run-down factory which housed a clan of vampires. She smiled at the realization. So much had changed in such a short time.

She knew that Buffy believed that she was upset over Oz's death. The truth was, she had dealt with that the moment he had attacked her, and violated her sleep with the nightmares.

She just wasn't ready to deal with her friends and their fury over Oz's brutal death. They blamed Angelus, and would be spouting off a dozen different ways to kill him. She just couldn't listen to that now.

When she entered the factory, she found Spike sitting alone. He looked up and grinned as she flopped down on the couch across from him.

"I thought you had a night of fun planned with the slayer?" He asked noticing her exhausted expression.

Willow nodded. "I did. But I got tired of sitting at a table waiting around, so I decided to come home."

Spike smiled at her use of the word home. "What is it, pet?" He asked noticing her frown.

"They found his body." He whispered.

Spike grabbed her hand and squeezed gently. "Are you all right?"

Willow stood and turned towards the door. "Yeah. I'm fine, just a little tired. I'm gonna go upstairs."

Spike watched her walk out of the room and stifled the urge to kill the Slayer. He knew that Willow was more upset at the way her friends had reacted than at the wolf's body being discovered. He knew that the coming days would be difficult for her. She would have to listen as her friends plotted the death of her mate.

Jenny Calendar looked over her translation program one last time before she sent it on its trial run, deciphering the ancient text of the soul restoration curse.

She was running out of time. Rupert had called her and told her about the discovery of Oz's body, and it sickened her to think of the agony the boy had gone through before dying. And all for spite. He had had no reason, no purpose in going after the boy. He had just done it because he could. That fact made it worse.

Jenny smiled as she translation program started to work it's magic. Soon, it would be over, and her debt would be repaid.

Willow was awakened shortly after the sunrise to a very pleasant sensation. Angelus had been trailing kissing down her body at an excruciatingly slow pace. She moaned as she felt his naked flesh against her own. Angelus nipped at various parts of her body, bending it to his will. She found her moisture pool around his hard shaft as he entered her. They seemed to move together as one. She had never felt so complete as she did when she was with him. She let her mind wander as he blocked all coherent thoughts. He was everything. Every thought, every sensation. She screamed out his name as they came together in a blending of thought and motion.

"Morning Lover" Angelus kissed the slope of her neck as her breathing returned to normal.

"What time is it?" She asked, enjoying the safety of his arms.

"After sunrise. You should be getting up soon." He reluctantly let her go, slipping out of her and leaning back against the satin sheets.

"No." Willow told him as she laid her against his cool chest.

"No?" Angelus asked, searching her eyes.

"No. No school today. I'm gonna play hooky." She laughed at his disbelieving expression.

"What can I say, you're a terrible influence."

Angelus smirked as he fell into a deep sleep. Willow followed soon after into the first sleep not plagued by nightmares in over two weeks.

Buffy was fuming. She had been haunted by the memory of Oz's beaten body. She couldn't get the image out of her head. And the knowledge that she was somehow partly responsible made it that much worse. She knew that Angelus had done it. She also knew that the only conceivable reason for his actions were to hurt her. Oz had died a slow and torturous death because of her.

She sighed heavily as she entered the library. When she looked around the room and noticed Willow was missing, the stab of pain in her heart increased. She knew that Willow had taken Oz death badly.

Jenny Calendar gathered the ingredients of the ritual and started to prepare. She only hoped that she hadn't forgotten anything when translating it. This was her last act as a gypsy. S he hoped it would make up for her failure to stop what had happened.

Druscilla awoke with a pounding in her head. The vision kept coming in flashes. Something was coming. S he could feel it. Something bad. She started wailing as she tried to clear her head of the knowledge of what was to come.

"Neither Dead, nor not of the Living" jenny Chanted in her ancient tongue.

As she continued the ritual she felt a power go through her. It seemed to take over as the orb of Theseluh started to glow.

Angelus awoke as he felt a burning pain go through his body. He climbed out of bed, careful not to disturb the slight redhead lying next to him. He pulled on a pair of pants and started heading out of the room. He didn't know where he was going, or what was happening, but he had to get out. The pain was almost unbearable. And then, it was gone, leaving him a huddle mass on the floor.

Druscilla screeched as the vision stopped. She ran out of bed, leaving a confused Spike trailing after her.

"NO!" She yelled as she saw her sire lying on the floor. She ran to him and brought him into her lap. When he lifted his head and his chocolate brown eyes stared into her own, she knew.

She cried blood tears as his soulful gaze stared passed her into the sorrowful blue eyes of his favorite childe.

By the time Willow climbed out of bed, it was passed sunset. She hadn't slept so well in weeks, and was surprised no one had wakened her earlier. She got dressed and wandered out into the main room of the factory, feeling a gnawing hunger in her gut.

She found Spike rocking a weeping Druscilla, who was frantically brushing Miss Edith's hair. Willow rushed over to the couple.

"What's wrong? What's happened?" She asked as she bent down so that she was at eye level with the vampiress.

Willow could see the bloody tear tracks that stained the vampire's normally flawless skin. "Daddy. He's gone away. They took him." Druscilla whimpered.

Willow looked questioningly at Spike.

"I'm sorry, Luv." He shook his head sadly, unable to be the one to tell her that her mate was gone. " The gypsy. She cursed him"

Spike watched as Willow's body shook. She wrapped her arms tightly around her body as she tried to come to terms with what Spike had told her.

She ran out of the building into the night. She ran to the only place she knew that Angel would have gone. She had to know, to see for herself if it was true. If her love was gone.

When she arrived at Angel's apartment, she let herself in, almost afraid of what she would find. It was dark. She could only barely make out the shadows produced by the furniture. He was here. She could feel him. It wasn't the same feeling. It was duller, but she felt it nonetheless. That feeling, more than anything else, told her that what she feared was true.

"Angel?" She called into the darkness.

"Willow?" Angel asked from somewhere to her right. "What… What are you doing here?" He asked. His mind was still hazy.

Willow approached his form in the darkness. Looking into his sad eyes, she fought the urge to cry. "I had to know if it was true."

"Willow, I… I'm sorry." He apologized, his grief a heavy weight in the air.

"Don't you dare!" Willow snapped, feeling her anger rise. "Don't you dare apologize to me. You haven't the right." Her green eyes boring into his, she felt her loss hit her like a ton of bricks. She turned away from him, her voice like ice as she spoke her next words. "I guess it's easy for you now? You're back, and you can go back to Buffy. Congratulations."

Angel watched her leave his apartment, as his mind replayed the events of the past several weeks. He could remember every conversation. Every moment he spent with Willow. He could feel every sensation she brought out in his demon, and he wept at the loss.

June, 1998

Willow took a deep breath as she sunk into her bed. She wrapped her covers around her tightly and cried herself to sleep. Only in sleep could she be happy. It was only then that the nightmare of her life would give way to the dream.

It was in these few hours that Willow could forget the months that had tore her apart. The months she longed for her mate. The days she spent pretending that all was well with the world. She went from class to class, a smile plastered face. She studied hard, researched demons, and laughed at all of Xander's inane jokes. But inside, she was dying. Little by little, she was losing herself in her grief.

She couldn't talk to her friends. They wouldn't understand. They couldn't share her pain. They had all forgiven Angel for the acts he had committed as Angelus. Even Xander had welcomed him back, although grudgingly, into the Scooby gang.

Buffy had tried to reconcile with Angel, but it wasn't the same. She could no longer ignore the parts of Angel that represented the demon. She couldn't forget the way he had taunted her, or the pleasure in which he had done it. Nor could Buffy completely forgive Angel for Oz's death. But Buffy and Angel had found a new friendship. They weren't close, but they could work together, without opening the old wounds. Willow wished she could say the same. She could deal with Angel. She had no desire to speak with him. No desire to hear him apologize for what he had, or had not done, depending on what it was he felt she wanted. She had no desire for him.

Willow had returned to be everything they expected of her. She helped them with their homework, researched their prophecies, and listened to their problems. She was Willow- the net girl, or Willow - homework girl, or reliable Willow. Never was she just Willow. Except at night. She lost herself in the darkness. She let her dreams overtake her, reminding her of what once was, and what would never be.

Willow took a deep breath as her quiet tears slid down her face, drowning her in her own misery. She drifted off to sleep, just like she had every night for the past four months.

Buffy bounded cheerfully into the library and sat down in an empty chair opposite Xander and Cordelia.

"Hey, what's up?" She asked looking around the room. "Where's Wills?"

"Not coming." Xander told her in between mouthfuls of potato chips.

"She said she had to study." Cordelia added as she flipped through a magazine. She stopped and looked curiously at the slayer. "Only Willow would be home studying the week school lets out."

"Yeah. She needs some fun." Buffy nodded as angel walked into the library.

Angel relaxed slightly when he noticed that Willow wasn't there yet.

"Deadboy." Xander nodded as Cordelia rolled her eyes.

"Angel." Buffy smiled as she approached him. "Can I talk to you for a minute. In private?" When he nodded she walked passed him out into the hall.

"What's wrong?"

"It's Willow." Buffy was oblivious to the pained expression on Angel's face.

"What's wrong with her?" He asked, growing concerned. * What if something's happened to her? * He asked himself.

"Nothing. Not really. It's just that we're all leaving this weekend, and Willow will be alone for the summer. I was hoping you could keep an eye on her."

Angel nodded. "Sure. I guess."

Buffy smiled brightly and walked back into the library, leaving Angel in the hallway to contemplate how it was he was going to keep an eye on Willow when she wouldn't even speak to him.

Willow awoke to a rustling noise in her closet. She opened her eyes slowly and allowed them to adjust to the darkness.

"Spike?" She asked without pulling the covers from her head. He was the only person who would be in her room in the middle of the night. At least the only person she felt connected to. She could sense him, in the back of her mind when he was near. It was the same with Druscilla and, she imagined, any of Angelus' other children. They were all connected to Angelus, and through him, to her.

"Yes, pet." Spike came to stand over her bed.

"What are you doing here?" Willow asked groggily.

"Packing." He told her honestly.

"Packing? Am I going somewhere?" She asked as she sat up in bed. And looked at the two suitcases laid open on the floor.

"Yes. You're coming with us. We're leaving Sunnyhell." Spike turned back to her closet and started pulling out clothes and stuffing them ion one of the suitcases.

June 1998

Angel slowed his pace as he neared Willow's house. He wasn't anxious to see her. She had made it perfectly clear how she felt when his soul had been restored.

He could still remember every second that his demon had spent with her. His whole body ached with her loss. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced, or ever imagined experiencing. It was only after being faced with this loss that Angel realized the love he had had for the slayer was nothing in comparison to what his demon had shared with Willow. He wanted that back. But it was not to be. Willow refused to talk with him. He wasn't the man she wanted, wasn't the man she longed for. So he gave her the only thing he could… space.

But it had been two weeks since the others had left. Buffy was spending the summer in Los Angeles with her father. Xander was visiting relatives in another part of the country. Even Giles had left, returning to England for a short respite while he wasn't needed on the Hellmouth. They had all gone away. All except Willow. She was alone now. That was made him finally come and see her. He hadn't seen or heard from her since the others left. Not that hew as expecting to. She had shut him out of her life completely. It was that fact which hurt the most. They had been friends, of sorts before he had changed, and now, now they were nothing. Not friends, not enemies, not even acquaintances.

It had been almost five months since his soul had been restored, and Willow had shut herself off from everybody, and everything. Well, almost. She was still close with his childer, Spike and Druscilla. Which was why he couldn't bring himself to kill them, once his soul was restored.

Even now, it was only due to his promise to Buffy that he was going to see her now. As Angel walked up her driveway, he noticed the house was dark, and he felt a feeling of dread wash over him. He couldn't sense her, telling him that she was gone. He was afraid he knew where.

Angel turned and left, without a second thought. Willow was safe. She was happy, well as happy as she could be. A part of him knew he should go after her. Go after Spike. But a larger part knew that they could help her in ways no one else could.

"Pet, come outside. It's a beautiful night." Spike walked up behind Willow and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She didn't move. Instead she stood there, frozen, looking out the window to the crashing waves.

"Willow. Come outside. It will do you some good." Spike started to pull her away from the window, but she stood firm.

Willow turned her slightly so that Spike could see the tears rolling down her cheek. Spike wrapped his arms around the slight girl, which only made the tears fall harder, and faster. Soon her body was wracked with sobs, as she shook uncontrollably.

Once the tears had subsided, Spike carried her upstairs to her room. Within seconds she was asleep. He left the room quietly and met Druscilla at the bottom of the stairs.

"C'Mon, luv. She needs to sleep."

"Mommy hurts. Only daddy can make it better. We must bring daddy back, Spikey." Druscilla told him.

"I know, pet, I know."




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