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Willow looked about the entrance foyer of the mansion. It was
dark and empty, just as the whole mansion could be, but she knew it wasn't. It
was dark, but it wasn't empty. Even as she made her way through the lower
level, past the massive fireplace, she was reminded of that fact by the voice
that broke through the silence.
"Welcome home, Willow," Angelus all but purred at
her from the top of the stairs.
She glanced up at where he stood, clad in only his leather
pants, glowering down at her. His expression nothing more than animalistic
craving. Like he could devour her. Dropping her eyes, she concentrated on the
sensation of the wood beneath her fingertips as she slowly made her way up the
stairs. She didn't want to be here, she wanted to be with the others in the
library researching. Earlier in the afternoon she had seen Giles’ anger and
frustration when she had refused to stay. She had an appointment that she
simply couldn't break, that's what she told him and it was the truth. Angelus
had beaten Spike for something that wasn't even his fault; she could imagine what
he would do for disobedience. Slowly, she lifted her hand from the banister and
took a step away from the stairs, raising her head to look at him.
Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply, his fingers curling
under his nose as he licked his lips. "Such an enthralling scent...barely
an hour old..."
Willow cringed, he could smell her period, which had
started just before her last class. Letting out a sigh, he morphed into the
demon and his eyes glowed gold with hunger. Startled, she took a step back and
gasped as her foot slipped on the top step, her bag falling from her shoulder.
Angelus' hands shot out and grabbed her, steadying her as her backpack bounced
down the stairs, the contents scattering across the floor. Smirking, he took a
step forward, pushing her back slightly.
"If I let you go, you'll fall down the stairs and
break your pretty little neck," Angelus stated, bracing his feet either
side of hers and resting their pelvis' together. Lowering his mouth he licked at
the choker, his tongue tracing a path up to the curve of her ear. "Is that
what you want, Willow? For me to release you?"
“No," she whispered, shaking her head, her eyes
pleading with him. Slowly, he leaned them further back, his hold loosening on
her arms. She cried out and grabbed at him.
"Who am I Willow?"
"Angelus," she said, not really understanding the
question.
"And what are you, Willow?" he asked of her
expectantly, tilting his head to stare at her with his gold eyes.
"Your consort...." she swallowed back a lump of
fear as her womb cramped, her body knew and accepted what her mind had always
refused to acknowledge, the very thing that he was now demanding for her to
acknowledge. "I'm yours completely. You own me, everything that I am, my
soul...my body..."
With a feral growl, he released her, making her scream as
she felt herself falling momentarily, only to be swept up in his arms and
carried away from the stairs. Hooking her arms about his neck, she hung on as
he moved through the master lounge room so fast that it was nothing more than a
blur of colours. Without pausing, he kicked open her doors and just as easily
kicked them close once they entered the room. The next thing she was falling
and landing with a soft "oof" on her bed. Angelus was looming over
her, a half snarl half grin gracing his lips, his fangs framing them.
Keeping her eyes fixed on him, Willow slowly started to
back up the bed, trying to escape from his ominous presence. He had other
plans. His fingers wrapped around her ankle and yanked her back down to him as
he sat on the edge of the bed. Silently, he pulled off her shoes, carelessly
tossing them over his shoulder, while his fingers stroked her ankles. Lazily,
his fingers moved up to hook behind her knees and jerked her forward into his
lap. To keep her balance Willow was forced to grab at his neck, steadying
herself and he smirked.
"You know, I think this," he spoke softly,
fingering the delicate material of the top she wore. "Was a mistake...it
doesn't look that nice on you..." his fingers wrapped in the material and
tore it from her, leaving her only in her bra as he smiled and tossed it over
his shoulder to join the shoes. "Won't have to worry about you wearing it
again."
Willow squirmed on his lap, pushing herself away with her
hands on his chest. Angelus growled lightly, his hands stilling her movements,
one tangling in her hair, and the other curling about her waist, pulling her
into him.
"Don't," he growled and Willow stopped her
struggling, her breath coming in short gasps as she glanced into his golden
eyes. They were warm and needy, not with love or desire, but with hunger. A
hunger for her. As their eyes locked and held, Angelus' hand moved down her
back to grip the material of her skirt, which had bunched up around her waist.
With a snarl he tore it, tossing it away like a rag. Holding her hair and her
gaze, his fingers moved down and rubbed over the soft wet material of her
knickers. Biting her lip, she tried to will her body not to react, but he knew
exactly what he was doing and soon her hips were rocking, trying to gain more
friction against his fingers. Smirking, he pulled his fingers away, causing her
to whimper. Slowly, he raised the blood-covered digits and smeared it across
her lips. Willow grimaced, trying to turn her head, but his fingers tightened
in her hair, holding her still. "You find it disgusting, don't you?"
The tip of his tongue flicked out, barely touching her
blood-covered lips, his fingers making a bloody path down to her lace covered
breasts. Pulling back he looked at her for a moment then held his still
bloodied fingers up in front of her face. Slowly, he began to lick at them
before sucking them into his mouth, relishing the taste. Once they were clean,
he lowered his head, licking and kissing at the blood on her breasts, his free
hand undoing the clasp on her bra. Kissing his way back to her mouth, he
savored the sweet taste of her blood-tinted lips, discarding her bra and
letting his hand wander back down to her knickers. As his fangs sank into the
soft plump flesh of her bottom lip, he yanked the remaining barrier from her
body. Releasing her mouth, he grinned and tossed the material aside.
"Why do you find it disgusting, Willow?" he asked
as his fingers delved into her, making her gasp and clutch at his shoulders.
There was no semblance of bringing her pleasure, he was purely selfish in his
motivation. Her green eyes fixed on his gold and she shuddered, unable to form
an answer to his question, her mind repulsed by his actions. Watching her, he
continued to move his fingers, coating them in her blood, watching the range of
emotions play across her face. Repulsion, desire, curiosity, disgust.
"It's only blood..."
She watched in morbid fascination as he withdrew his
fingers and began to drag them across her breasts, circling the nipples making
them hard, leaving a trail of scarlet over the pale flesh. Angelus closed his
eyes in pleasure as he bought his fingers up to his mouth, licking and sucking
at the blood, practically purring. As he finished cleaning his fingers he
opened his eyes and leaned over her, his tongue making light sweeps across her
breasts, licking at the blood. Slowly his hand moved back down between her
legs, his thumb brushing against her clit as his long fingers slid back into
her.
Willow groaned as she began to move against the pressure of
his fingers. She concentrated on the sensations, on the feel of his mouth and
tongue on her breasts, of his fingers moving inside her. Her fingers buried in his
hair as she felt his canines drag across the rounded flesh of her breast. She
leant back, closing her eyes and moaning as his teeth continued to worry her
breasts. Lost in the moment she barely registered falling back onto the bed or
Angelus manuevoring her into a position he was comfortable with. Slowly, he
kissed his way down, his tongue leaving a wet path to her auburn curls before
pushing open her legs and licking at her clit. Her fingers grabbed at his hair
and she screamed out his name.
He growled lightly and flipped them, manoeuvring her legs
so that her knees rested above his shoulders, her feet draped over and resting
in the crook of his armpits. Willow shuddered as she realised what he was
planning. His fingers gripped her ass, urging her forward and down. She gasped
as she felt his tongue lick at her cunt, parting the moist folds and delving
into her, twirling about her blood slick passage. He mouthed her, sucking and
licking, his lips and nose brushing constantly against her clit, keeping her at
the point of orgasm. Moaning and gasping for breath, she leant forward and
grabbed the bed head, leaning against it for support. Angelus was moving
beneath her, alternately growling and purring, his tongue constantly seeking
more of her blood. She moved above him, trying to give him what he wanted and
give herself pleasure in this macabre act.
Time and time again Willow came until her muscles were
screaming in protest, her clit was throbbing in agony, her passage sore from
Angelus' continuous licking and sucking. But still he continued to drink from
her, his tongue greedily probing her depths. Her fingers dug into the wood as
the pleasure was replaced by pain, the constant pressure on her clit driving
her to the brink of unconsciousness. She began to shake, her body no longer
able to take Angelus' constant demands, her grip on consciousness and the bed
head weakened. She could feel herself slumping forward, her arms no longer
willing to support her weight, when cool arms snaked about her.
One circled her waist, the other snuck under her arm and
across her chest, the hand resting on her shoulder. Slowly, Willow was pulled
back against a smooth cool chest, her rolled back to rest on a bare shoulder
and she closed her eyes in relief that she no longer had to support herself.
The hands moved, strong fingers massaged her stomach, easing the cramps in her
uterus that Angelus' feeding had produced, the other hand stroked her hair,
pulling it back from her face. Her whimpers of pain were soon replaced with soft
moans of pleasure as her new position afforded her some relief from the
constant pressure on her clit. Opening her eyes, she gasped for air, her moans
becoming louder, one of her hands reached behind her, grabbing a denim covered
thigh and the other clutched the hand massaging her stomach.
"That's it, pet," Spike whispered into her ear,
urging her to let go. Her fingers tightened their hold as her senses shattered,
a kaleidoscope of colours blinding her, a feral scream working through her,
long and loud. Beneath her, Angelus growled, his fingers digging into her
thighs, ravenous and disgruntled. Her eyes widened as he sat up, pushing both
her and Spike back. His fingers ripped at her necklace, pulling it free and
baring her throat.
"No," she screamed as he growled and sank his
fangs into her neck. Her hands struck out at him, scratching his back and
ripping at his hair. It had no affect on him as he continued to drink from her.
Clawing at him desperately, she could feel her heart pounding in fear. As he continued
to feed her fight lessened, eventually her hands dropped away as she succumbed
to a pain filled darkness.
Willow groaned, her head was throbbing, her mouth dry, her
whole body ached. Something was resting beneath her hand, soft but firm. Her
eyelids were heavy but still she forced them open, focusing on the velvet box
her hand rested on. Vague images of the past few hours flashed through her
aching head as she sat up, the world spun for a moment before she picked up the
box and opened it. A set of beautiful emerald drop earrings sparkled against
the black satin lining of the box. She ran her fingers over them in amazement.
Her amazement soon turned to disgust as her neck throbbed and she was struck by
a vivid image of Angelus feeding from her. Raising her hand, she clawed at the
bite mark only to find her choker firmly back in place.
"Go to hell," she spat vehemently, falling back
against the pillows and throwing the jewellery box with the little amount of
strength she had left. It sailed through the air and bounced off the doorframe
of the bathroom.
"Such strong language," Spike scolded as he
swaggered into the room, breakfast tray in his hands, usual smirk on his face.
The smirk grew as he took in the discarded jewellery box. He sighed and tutted
at her, walking over and sitting down on the bed.
"Come on, love," he stated, putting down the tray
and leaning over her. "Time to recharge the system. You look like death
warmed up. Although that is to be expected...since your father called Sunnydale
High to inform them that you've caught some type of viral infection and are
convalescing with him in...now where was it? I don't know, but far away from
Sunnyhell. Of course those things can be terribly tricky to get over, so he
wasn't able to tell the school exactly when you'd be back..."
She stared at him for a moment before closing her eyes. No
school until Angelus decided to let her go back, punishment or reward? She
wasn't sure. Either way she really didn't care at the moment. Spike's laughter
rang in her ears and she fervently wished he would just go to hell. His cool
hands cupped her face, one wandering down to her throat with a light pressure
on her pulse point and still Willow kept her eyes closed.
"Eat something, you'll feel better," Spike muttered,
getting off the bed and leaving her alone. She didn't know how long it was
before Angelus wandered into her room, it could've been five minutes it may
have been an hour, she didn't really care. In silence she watched as he removed
the untouched breakfast tray and stretched out beside her on the bed, his
fingers tracing the lines of her face. Closing her eyes, she turned away from
him. Chuckling, Angelus spooned in behind her, his arms wrapping about her
body, holding her close.
"You haven't eaten...not hungry?" he asked as his
hands wandered down to caress her stomach. "You must be..." Still she
remained quiet. Behind her, Angelus kissed the rounded flesh of her shoulder,
pulling her hair away from her ear. "If you don't eat your body will shut
down...it won't be an easy death and it won't help anyone."
Angelus continued to kiss her shoulder, his hand running
down the length of her arm, his fingers capturing hers. Willow opened her eyes,
watching as his hand covered hers, turning it over, his thumb tracing circles
in her palm.
"What is it? What do you want, Willow?" he asked
quietly, his voice cold.
"I want to be left alone." It was a simple
request, but one that she didn't believe to be possible.
"Is that what you really want?"
She sighed and closed her eyes again. Why did he always
question her answers? It was the only thing she wanted, to be left alone. "Yes."
Angelus smirked and bought her hand to his mouth, kissing
it before releasing her, rolling off the bed and walking away. Willow listened,
her eyes widening as she heard his door close. And then it locked. Forcing
herself, she sat up, her vision blurred as her head spun. Waiting until the
dizziness past, she glanced about her room only to find that she was alone and
that the breakfast tray had been removed. Clutching the sheet against her body,
she stood up, again forcing herself not to succumb to the dizziness, and made
her way to the bathroom. Angelus' door was shut and she assumed locked ~ that
she didn't particularly care about, although for the past few days the door had
been kept open at all times.
Picking up the glass that was kept on the vanity, she drank
until her thirst was slacked and felt slightly better. Walking over to his
door, she leant against it, listening to Spike and Angelus talking, soft
murmurs, nothing she could really distinguish. Low chuckles accompanied their
conversation and Willow turned away, heading toward her sitting room door. As
her hand pulled down on the handle it met with resistance. It too was locked.
Swearing to herself she tried with both hands, still the door remained
closed. Releasing the handle, she
bought one of her fists up and struck out weakly at the door, her knees no
longer willing to support her gave out and she slid to the floor, her head
resting against the cool wood. She'd been locked in her rooms, alone with no
food. Taking a deep breath, she glanced about, there was nothing. Usually
Angelus left her the book of Gaelic poems, but not this time.
"Fine, lock me in for a few hours..." Willow
muttered to herself, certain that once the sun went down he would come for her,
until then she was quite content to sleep. Gathering herself up, she made her
way back to the bed, and sunk down into the soft mattress, turning her head to
watch the play of the light through the stained glass windows.
On and off she slept, occasionally waking from dreams of
darkness to see the tinted light stretching across the floor, crawling up the
walls. The light, her only keeper of time, was slowly fading into inky
darkness. Desperate to hold onto it, its warmth, its protection, she crawled
from the bed and lay in the coloured shadows. Her arms and legs, which had
previously curled about her, stretched out and embraced the dying light,
willing it to stay with her. It was strange. As the light dimmed she became
acutely aware of everything. She could feel the light dying, it no longer
warmed her skin with its presence and the mansion itself became a living thing,
moving and whispering. Voices, male and female, although nothing more than
muted murmurs, reached her ears. Laughter, Spike calling out to Angelus, his
voice echoing about, combining with female giggles and whispered words of
flattery. As the light died so did the mansion, it became quiet and empty.
Darkness engulfed the room, leaving her alone on the floor and still she waited
for Angelus.
Too quickly dawn came, colour and light once more filled
her empty room, spreading across her pale body as she remained spread on the
floor. As the morning brightness gave way to the dimmer light of late
afternoon, her thoughts darkened, he had left her alone and wasn't going to
come back for her. Something had changed for Willow during the course of those
long hours where she had been left alone with her thoughts and the various
shades of light. Somewhere between watching the soft delicate light of sunset
and sunrise she lost the desire to be alone. The silence, the emptiness, the
nothingness of it terrified her. Whether it was the fevered thoughts of loneliness,
or the lack of food combined with the loss of blood, or just her innate fear of
truly being alone she didn't know. All she wanted was for Angelus to come back
to her, so she continued to lie in the warmth of the light, waiting. By the
time the room had faded back into darkness he still hadn't come. She ached from
being on the hard floor, but lacked the energy to get back into bed, her body
craved food and warmth but she was unable to supply it. She was lost without
him.
"Angelus," she whispered closing her eyes and
succumbing to the darkness that engulfed her room.
"What is it you want?" she heard the question
over and over again. She'd answered to be left alone, but she didn't want that,
had never wanted that. Again the dark timbre voice asked her the question.
"What is it you want?"
"I don't know," she offered, turning her head on
the soft down pillow. Frowning, she opened her eyes, expecting to see the
stained glass windows she had been lying in front of, she couldn't remember
having a pillow with her. She was in her bed, the quilt pulled up over her,
warming her cold body and Angelus was stretched out beside her on top of the
quilt. His face, his chocolate brown eyes inches from her own. She blinked a
few times, wondering if he was a delusion or real. Deciding that the only way
to find out was to answer his question, she repeated herself. "I don't
know."
"You knew hours ago, you were certain of it. Isn't
this what you really wanted? Hmm? To be left alone? Let that marvelously
intelligent mind twist and turn on itself. Alone with your thoughts..." he
paused for a moment, staring at her, taking in her pale features, her black
rimmed eyes. One of his hands stroked her hair, twisting a few strands around
his fingers "You've been alone all your life..."
"No I haven't..." Willow claimed, she had never
felt so alone. "I have my friends, my family..."
Angelus' laugh cut her off. "Your family. Where are
your parents, Willow? Do you even know? You never see or talk to them. When was
the last time they even sat down to eat with you? You're their only daughter
and they know absolutely nothing about you...your tastes, your likes, your
fears...Shows how much they care about you..."
"Well they..." she stared at him, could it be true?
Could her parents really not give a damn? They knew practically nothing about
her, she doubted they even knew her friends names. She shook her head, they
were her parents, they had to care, just because they were rarely home didn't
mean they didn't. "No...you can't...there are always my friends." She
said defiantly.
"Friends? What sort of friends are they?" Angelus
chuckled as he let his fingers comb through her tangled hair, his thumb tracing
the bluish skin beneath her eyes. "For weeks you've not been home...have
they asked questions? Pressured you for concrete answers?"
"Buffy..."
"Buffy what? Made a few jokes at your expense?
Humiliated you in front of your peers? That's what a friend is for...but she
hasn't actually pushed you for answers. No, dear old Buff likes to pout and
look concerned ~ makes her look good for those she actually cares about. Like
Xander...he's so wrapped up in the blonde and the brunette he doesn't have time
for anyone else, doesn't care for anyone else. Who else is there Willow?
Cordelia perhaps?" He let out a cruel laugh, got off the bed and walked
away from her. "I'm sure she worries terribly about you..."
Struggling to block him, to come up with someone in her
life who she would be important to she grasped at names. "Giles, he needs
me..."
"He needs you? Doesn't mean he cares about you. No,
you could die tomorrow and he'd go 'oh dear' and find someone else to meet
his...needs."
He leant against the wall staring at her, waiting for her
to defend herself, deny what he’d said. But she didn't, partially because she
was in no fit state to and because she was beginning to see the truth in what
he said. She was expendable. Breaking her gaze, he pushed himself away from the
wall and sauntered toward the bathroom door.
"Angelus," her voice was soft, uncertain.
Painstakingly slowly, he turned around and faced her, his face cold and devoid
of emotion. She swallowed back the lump in her throat. "Please...don't
leave me alone."
Slowly, he returned to the bed, lying next to her, closer
than before. Tilting his head slightly, he looked at her, a soft smile crossing
his lips.
"Why shouldn't I? It's what you wanted...to be left
alone." Angelus regarded her with cold eyes. Willow licked her lips and
brought one of her heavy hands up to caress his face before entwining her
fingers in his hair and pulling him down to her. She waited until his lips were
lightly brushing across hers before answering him.
"I was wrong...I don't want to be left alone,"
her tongue traced his lips, pressing her own against his as they opened, her
tongue slipping into his cool mouth. Slowly, she entwined her tongue with his,
playing with it, soft strokes, the tip dragging over the velvet surface.
Pulling back, she kissed his top lip, then his bottom lip, finishing with a
soft chaste kiss encompassing them both. "Please, don't leave me..."
Angelus remained silent, his fingers entertaining
themselves with her hair. It seemed to be forever and a day before he spoke.
"Spike will bring you something to eat, then we shall bathe and go to
dinner. You can wear your new emerald earrings, they'll bring out your
eyes."
Willow nodded silently and moved in closer to him, her arms
snaking about him, her head resting on his chest. His laughter rumbled beneath
her ear as his own arms wrapped about her and he pressed a light kiss to her
forehead.
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