Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction ❯ Her New Family ❯ A Very Short Trip ( Chapter 4 )

Willow was feeling guilty. “But I—I thought you'd gotten over him.” She looked over at her blonde friend and tried not to let her soulful eyes betray her feelings. “I mean—how many dates have you been on since he lost his soul?”

 

Wiping at the tears that fell down her cheeks Buffy sniffled, glad that they'd managed to get the library to themselves that lunch break. Xander was in detention, Giles in a faculty meeting, and Cordelia was at cheering practice.

 

“Will, I still love him.” Pulling a piece of Kleenex from the box, she blew into it viciously. “He's the love of my life. My one true love! I—I will never be able to love anyone else like I do him!”

 

 

Clearing her throat, Willow shifted uncomfortably in her seat. How could she tell her best friend that her `one true love' had been visiting her every night—and that even since the night she'd gone to the Bronze, was getting closer and closer to deflowering her? Without her giving a damn?

 

“And I have to see him every night while on patrol.” Buffy continued to sniffle, quite oblivious to her friend's discomfort. “I mean, how can I stake him when all I see when I look in his face is Angel? And then, even as a demon he shows that he still cares about me!” She threw the dirty Kleenex away angrily. “Why did I have to be the Slayer?”

 

Usually, Willow would have concentrated on the discarded Kleenex, yet a knot formed in her throat as she tried not to glare at Buffy. “What do you mean he still shows that he cares about you?” Thankfully the question came out cool and clear, with a hint of caring, and not the black jealousy within that'd taken her by surprise.

 

Eyes widening, the red-nosed, puffy-eyed Slayer gasped as she turned to look at Willow. “I wasn't supposed to say anything!”

 

Her stomach churned. “Say what?” How had her voice come out so nonchalant when she felt like murdering something…or a blonde someone?

 

Looking around as if to make sure that no one was listening into their conversation, Buffy, leaned towards her and lowered her voice to a whisper. “He's at my house every night. He watches me and leaves drawings of me when I'm sleeping. If that doesn't show that he still cares for me then I don't know what would.”

 

Well, maybe if he spent the whole night in your bed, holding you flush against his body—his hands torturing your body deliciously, murmuring words in Irish in your ear with that sexy accent, unbuttoning your clothes slowing making sure that you're not scared but making you want to scream in frustration when he doesn't take off the necessary items and leaves you sexually frustrated night after night wishing he'd just take you then and there and make you his…

 

Willow stopped herself there. Her throat had gone dry at the memories.

 

 

“If that doesn't scream `Drusilla' then nothing does.” Buffy continued in her self-absorbed rant. She got up and began to pace in her skimpy little outfit.

 

Willow frowned. She'd never thought of Buffy as `self-absorbed' or `skimpy' before. Why had she thought those two things in a matter of seconds?

 

“And, I mean, thanks to Darla he does have a thing for knockout blondes and…”

 

Tuning out Buffy, Willow told herself that her jealousy was misplaced. That it was wrong to think that because Angelus demanded she become nun-like, and not even be near other guys, that he was keeping up his side of the fidelity clause. Oh no. He was a vampire and she better just realize that.

 

“…and he was my first. Do you realize how important that is for a vampire?” Buffy continued on in her rant. “It like, makes them feel that they own you. So in his eyes Angelus owns me…”

 

A muscle jumped in Willow's cheek as she tried to unclench her jaw. I will not slap Buffy. I will not hex Buffy. And why was she angry with BUFFY for crying out loud? If there was anyone she should be angry with it was Angelus! If he hadn't suddenly decided that he wanted to own another virgin, then they wouldn't be in this situation right now!

 

No, if Angelus hadn't decided to use her to not only hurt Buffy but get another little pet, then she would be listening consolingly to her best friend as she poured out her broken heart, instead of fuming with jealousy.

 

This was all Angelus' fault!

 

“…and beneath it all he's still my Angel…”

 

Ignoring Buffy, Willow's heart nearly stopped as she suddenly realized that she was falling for the ruthless vampire. Ever since the night of the Bronze he'd seemed different, more intimate, more desirous for her to come to the mansion with him—to meet Dru.

 

Thank Whoever, things hadn't worked out, and Spike had been at the mansion instead. The mad vampiress had been out hunting, and by the time Willow had left she still hadn't returned. So Angelus and her had sat with Spike and talked, and talked and talked. It was amazing, the things you could learn when in the company of men who'd lived for what would seem forever.

 

 

“…and who knows? Maybe I can retire from Slaying if he retires from killing those I love?” Buffy was oblivious to the fact that she'd lost the interest of her audience.

 

Unlike Buffy, Willow was a lover of knowledge, and both men fed her hunger with amusement and mirth. They got lost in their tales, and if the threat of having to face Dru hadn't caused her to remind Angelus that soon the sun would be out, she would have stayed there all night with them and enjoyed their company.

 

Her stomach pained with nerves.

 

I CAN'T fall in love with him! She cried. He's a ruthless killer. She paused. He's your Best Friend's ruthless killer! The ruthless killer she's so in love with that she's crying her eyeballs out. The ruthless killer with whom she lost her virginity to!

 

“I'm going to spend a couple of weeks with my relatives in San Diego.” Willow suddenly announced, surprising both Buffy and herself with that. She forced a Willow-y smile on her face as she pushed away from the table. “My cousin lives there—so I'll be gone for a couple of weeks.”

 

I can't fall in love with him! I can't!

 

Buffy pouted. “You're going?”

 

That's what I just said. She forced her smile larger. “Yeah, family emergency.”

 

“But Will…”

 

“Sorry Buff.” Giving her friend a quick hug, Willow rushed out of the library, nearly barreling into Xander on her way out.

 

“Willster! Where are you going?” He frowned as his friend disappeared around the corner in a flash of red and fluff. Turning back to Buffy, he nearly cried out in fear to see the red-nosed, puffy-eyed girl. Not a demon. Probably just PMS. “What happened with Wills?”

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She'd gotten together the few things she'd need to go and visit Ollie in San Diego. After a quick message on his answering machine to let him know, she'd grabbed her backpack and pull-along suitcase, laptop bag slung over her shoulder, as she locked the door to her house and hailed a taxi to the airport. Thank God her parents had given her a Platinum American Express for emergencies!

 

The plane was in the air before sunset, she'd somehow managed to get on a flight only an hour after she arrived, and when it touched ground in San Diego later, she smiled with relief. Getting her things and getting passed customs.

 

Outside, she scanned the faces of those waiting. She bit down on her bottom lip, not recognizing any of them. Hadn't Ollie gotten her message?

 

“Wills?”

 

Turning towards the familiar yet deeper voice, Will's cheerful welcome died in her throat when she saw him. “Oliver?” Red infused her cheeks. When had her cousin gone from small, chubby and cute to tall, golden and breath-taking?

 

“ Willow!” The golden Adonis's smile was heart-breaking as he hurried towards her and she dropped her stuff as he picked her up and flung her around while still in his arms. “I can't believe it Willow, you've changed!”

 

“Look who's talking!” Still unable to speak, Willow blushed. “Uh, Ollie?”

 

“Yeah?” He asked, picking up her backpack and grabbing her Suitcase, leaving her with her laptop bag.

 

“When did you become a sex god?”

 

When he blushed, she relaxed, realizing that there was still some of the cousin she'd adored as a child.

 

“I don't know about sex god.” He chuckled, embarrassed, leading her out of the airport and towards the sports car parked close to the entrance. “But I lost some weight two years back and got a job working at the yacht club…got the tan that way.”

 

She observed him. He was tall, with a golden tan, aquamarine eyes, blonde hair with natural blonde streaks from working out in the sun. All in all, he'd have even Buffy and Queen C drooling. “I always thought you were handsome, but you took my breath away when I saw you moments back.”

 

He blushed darker, sending her a `please stop, you're embarrassing me' smile. “Here we are.” Throwing her things in the trunk, he opened the door for her and closed it once she slid in. Going to the driver's side, he slid in and closed the door, turning on the engine.

 

They drove to his apartment by the sea, and were soon installed within. Since it only had one bedroom, and they'd slept together on the same bed since children despite the age and sex difference, Willow hadn't thought twice about having to share his bed again, but now, as she realized that the adoptive cousin she'd always had a crush on was now a certifiable hunk…

 

“Good thing Brit and I aren't together anymore.” Ollie laughed shyly, as they sat together on the couch, watching wrestling, although both disliked the sport. “Wouldn't know how to explain it convincingly if she found you sleeping on my bed.”

 

“Ridiculous.” Willow laughed, taking a sip of her pop. “You'd tell her the truth. That we're cousins and are more like brother and sister, so the thought of sleeping sexually with each other wouldn't even cross our minds.” Especially since Angelus would tear his throat out.

 

Ollie was silent.

 

Lost in her thoughts, Willow didn't notice the way Ollie sent her discreet glances now and again. She was lost in her troubling thoughts. She'd grown used to Angelus' visits every night, and damn it if she didn't miss him.

 

You did the right thing.

 

The right thing for her or for Buffy?

 

Cursing that traitorous voice, Willow didn't notice when she fell asleep, dreaming of Angelus, of Spike, and surprisingly enough, of a crying Dru. But what surprised her more than the fact of seeing Dru crying, was that in her dream she comforted the vampiress, who was begging her to `come back home', that `daddy' was `mad bad mad' and that the stars and Miss Edith were completely against her staying away.

 

Waking up with a start, Willow sat up, surprised to find herself in bed. Dressed in the boys shorts and Baby-T she'd borrowed from Buffy yet never given back, she was properly dressed, yet blushed darkly as she noticed Ollie's sculpted, naked chest as he slept next to her, arm flung around her waist, holding her close.

 

She smiled, shaking her head at her silly thoughts. They'd always slept like this as children. The misunderstood ones of the family, they'd stuck together, and the family had encouraged their relationship, knowing they understood each other.

 

I wonder what Angelus is doing right now.

 

Telling herself to forget about him, Willow lay back down and gave a little `eep' when Ollie pulled her closer in his sleep.

 

Okay, she could sleep like this, like old times.

 

Still, it took her a couple of hours for sleep to claim her once more.

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The Mansion of Crawford Street resembled hell. When Angelus had arrived from his regular visit to Red's and said that she wasn't there, Spike hadn't thought much of it. He'd even smirked, thinking that Willow had just changed her nightly plans without telling Angelus first. He liked the thought that the redhead was giving his sire a run for the money.

 

But when the next night, and the next passed and still there was no sign of Willow, Spike grew worried. And it didn't help that Dru had locked herself in her room crying about `Mummy' abandoning them because of the `ugly, stinky blonde'.

 

He knew who the ugly, stinky blonde was, and he shared Angelus' rage. What had the Slayer done to make Willow leave? And where was she? Didn't she realize how dangerous the world was? That without their protection—or at least that of the Slayer—that she could easily be killed? She was temptation for any vamp.

 

Angelus had gone on a killing spree that had the residents of Sunnydale trembling in fear. No one went out at night unless they had to, and still Angelus managed to kill each night.

 

“Dru—baby. You need to eat.” Spike spoke through the door, leaning his forehead against it. While he was furious and worried about Red, his first priority was his dark goddess, and she hadn't eaten since Willow's disappearance.

 

“I want my mummy!” Dru wailed on the other side. “The stars and Miss Edith are screaming and they won't be quiet until she's returned!”

 

The only one screaming was Dru, but Spike didn't tell her that. “Dru--.”

 

“I will eat when mummy comes! She'll feed me! My mummy! I want mummy!” It sounded as if she's stomped her foot to emphasize her decree.

 

Sighing, Spike turned and left Dru to her antics. If Red didn't appear soon he'd have to force-feed his dark goddess, and he didn't like the thought.

 

Looking out of the window at the sky, Spike frowned. Where the hell was Willow?

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