Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction ❯ Her New Family ❯ Secret Plans ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Willow is starting to get used to her role in Angelus' family, not knowing the plans of people dear to her which could tear her new-found happiness apart.

Non Anime: Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Occult / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.06.2007 | Pages: 5 | Words: 6.3K | Visits: 442 | Status: Completed

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“And round she goes, upon her toes, skipping and jumping and tallyho, she lands a blow and smashes her nose, her blood smells good, it's how it goes.”

It'd taken some days, but Willow was quickly getting soft when it came to the demented vampiress. When Angelus had brought her back to Sunnydale only to refuse to let her go back to her house or let her friends know that she was back—telling her that she'd be spending the next days with `their' family, well, she'd been terrified.

Not only had she feared the thought of her, a living banquet spending time with bloodsuckers, but she'd held onto the belief that Dru was only pretending to like her only to kill her at the first opportunity she got for stealing her `daddy'. But the dark haired vampiress had proven her wrong, holding her hand and leading her around the mansion on Crawford Street, proudly giving her the `grand tour', which even consisted on the makeshift dungeon.

Thank all holy no one had been occupying the room, although Dru had promised Willow to give her a demonstration of all she knew in the realms of torture in the near future—despite how many times Willow tried to assure her that she didn't need to see whatever went on in that room whenever some poor mortal was caught and brought in.

“Jump, jump, swing, swing, I'm in love with the Daisy King. Splash, splash, soar, soar, not satisfied, I want more. Roll, roll, kick, kick, won't stop now or else I'll stick. Jump, swing, splash, soar, so I'll sing this song once more.”

Shaking her head as the dark vampiress started singing the cute yet annoying song once more, Willow contented herself with brushing Drusilla's hair. It'd become a routine for them ever since she'd moved into Angelus' room. Before bed Spike and Angelus gave them their `mummy time' and she spent it telling stories to Dru, listening to whatever prattle she had to say, or just brushing the other woman's hair, sitting on the bed, while Dru sat on the floor in front of her playing with her dolls and singing.

At first when Dru had declared that they were going to have `mummy time', the redhead had been terrified, mentally begging Spike and Angelus to not leave her alone with `the demented one', as her friends like to refer to Dru. And although the first two nights were odd and awkward on her part, she'd realized that Dru really wasn't going to eat her, and so she'd calmed and began to enjoy herself.

“…so I'll sing this song once more.”

“Dru, where did you ever learn that song?” Willow asked, beginning to braid the long dark tresses. She wondered how Drusilla had such soft hair. You'd have thought that her being dead would make her hair hard, brittle, and lifeless, but it'd give any “Herbal Essence” model envy.

“I stalked a group of girl scouts once with my dark knight. They were yummy. But by the time I filled my tummy, their song stayed stuck in my head.”

Wincing, Willow wished she hadn't asked. “There you go, you're hair is done. Time for bed.” She got up and stretched. It was early morning and the sun was rising. “I can't believe that I've been keeping vampire hours so well.”

“Of course you are.” Dru smiled proudly, as if sure that Willow could do anything.

It was moments like those when Willow felt an ache in her heart. She was in love with Angelus, she enjoyed spending time with Spike, but Dru tugged at a cord in her heart she hadn't even known existed. She couldn't explain the tenderness she felt towards the elder woman, the need to protect her when she knew that Dru was a killer and didn't need protecting.

“Mummy? Tell me a story before Spikey comes? I'll be a good girl and go right to sleep afterwards. I promise. Cross my heart and hope to be souled.” And just like that, the image of the ruthless killer was replaced by that of an adoring child, desperate for attention.

And just like that, Willow smiled a genuinely affectionate smile. “Tomorrow night. Spike's been really patient waiting for us to finish so he can sleep—and Spike's not the patient type.”

“Oi, Red, you wound my heart.” The handsome British vampire laughed as he entered the room, looking the perfect picture of exhaustion.

“You don't have a heart.” Willow gave him an innocent smile, still unbelieving how she could tease William the Bloody.

“But pet I do have a heart. It just doesn't beat.” Spike corrected with a wink. “And if Angelus wasn't busy talking to that minion about his bad taste in food, then I'm sure he'd be the first to back my case.”

Dru pouted. She loved her dark knight, but this was her `mummy time'. Spike wasn't supposed to be getting the attention during `mummy time'. She opened her mouth to let him know that.

Willow unknowingly interrupted. “Well, oh heart-filled one. I'm going to go to bed now and will let you and Dru get a good day's sleep. God forbid I have two cranky vamps on my case tonight.”

“Fine.” Dru pouted darker, not liking the situation but grudgingly accepting it. Getting up from the floor she put her dolls away and went to bed.

“Thanks luv.” Spike yawned, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it on the ground.

Blushing scarlet at the sight of his lean upper body, Willow quickly said `sleep-tight' and hurried out of the room when Spike began to unbutton his jeans. Closing the door behind her, she leaned against it and sighed. She'd been living with them for a week and still she wasn't used to their lifestyle.

Oh well, school was starting up again now that Easter break was over, and she'd move back into her house. There was no need for her to be getting used to the lifestyles of vampires.

Pausing as she began to move away from the door, Willow frowned as she realized something. She was living with three ruthless bloodsuckers. And she was comfortable—err—as comfortable as a mortal could be in this situation. Of course, they weren't the bloody Partridge Family but…

Dear God—did I just say `bloody'?

She was beginning to sound like Spike.

Got to stop that. My friends will SO think I've gone insane if I start saying words like `ponce', `bloody', or `sodding'. Or they'll figure me out.

And the worst part? It was that she preferred her friends believing she'd lost her marbles than them discovering the truth. Because if they did they'd make her stop seeing Angelus and his eccentric family, and against all her better judgment, against her common sense, something inside of her pained at the very thought.

And how odd was that?

Making her way to Angelus' room, Willow frowned, lost in her own thoughts. Ever since she'd made love with Angelus in the private jet something seemed different somehow. While most women would tell her that one changed after their `first' and that they'd never forget that first time or who'd given it to them—Willow felt a bond between Angelus and her that seemed stronger than that.

And it was terrifying.

She could feel his anger, his frustration, his lust and his devotion, she knew everything he felt without even being in the same room with him. Just the other day she'd suddenly felt like laughing—out of the blue—and had done so. It was only because her only audience was Drusilla that she hadn't been looked upon like a demented person. She'd then discovered that at that same time Angelus and Spike had been reminiscing on the past and they'd laughed at humorous misadventures they'd shared.

When she'd confided the happening to Dru, the vampiress hadn't seemed surprise and had said: “It's the blood mummy, blood blood blood.” She'd then continued to hum the last word over and over again, so Willow hadn't paid much attention to what she'd said. That's what she got for trying to get an answer from an insane woman.

Passing some minions and not even noticing it, Willow would have frowned if she realized how at ease she was with creatures she'd once considered her mortal enemies.

“Dulce suenos senorita Willow.” The bravest of the minions called after her, wishing her good dreams.

“Thanks Tomás.” She responded half-heartedly, still lost in her thoughts.

Opening the door to their room, Willow entered and closed the door, going to change into the long T-shirt Angelus had given her to wear as `sleeping apparel'. She didn't ask herself when she'd started thinking of Angelus' room as `theirs', she was too tired.

Going to bed she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, and she never noticed it when Angelus arrived an hour later.

The vampire smiled sleepily at his woman as she curled around an extra pillow. She looked like a fiery goddess, with her pale skin and flame-colored hair, and in his shirt…he groaned in arousal at the sight.

Moaning at something in her dreams, Willow turned in her sleep, frown on her face.

The shift gave him a perfect view of his marks on her long and graceful neck.

They'd made love the first couple of nights, each time both drawing blood from the other, but then he'd avoided being intimate with her, frustrating both himself and his little redhead furiously. But he held back, wanting to see if the rumors of the `blood bond' were true. The first two nights hadn't shown any difference, but the last couple of nights, as tonight, proved that it was true. She slept restlessly, as if in pain, and she burned in fever.

Sweat caused his shirt to stick to her body like a second skin, and she cried in her sleep, throwing her head side to side and murmuring words he couldn't understand.

The blood-bond was rarely ever performed between vampire and human, for it was a permanent bond, and very few vampires in history had ever loved a mortal, much less want to bind themselves to the weaker species. Yet this bond was even rarer, for his little redhead was a witch. He wasn't sure if she even knew it, but the moment he'd first tasted her blood he'd been certain that the power he felt from her was true.

She had powerful magic in her blood, powerful and dark magic, magic just waiting to explode and fill her.

And that magic, it changed the bond.

Normally a blood bonded mortal would stay immortal until either his/her mate died, or left them. The blood of their mate was what gave them not only their temporal immortality, but it also surrounded them with a smell that warned other vampires not to touch them.

But with witches it was different.

With Willow it was different.

There were even fewer witches bonded to vampires in history than mortals. But when they'd been bonded they'd reacted differently due to the magic in their blood, and the degree of their power dictated how their bodies would react.

Willow mightn't be using her powers, but she was powerful, one of the most powerful witches Angelus had ever sensed, and it was causing her to change every time she drew his blood. She probably didn't realize it. Hadn't figured out that the Council of Watchers would keep her locked up to study her if they ever found out the truth.

Willow was changing.

While her scent wasn't vampire, it wasn't human either. It was a mixture that seemed to confuse every vampire and demon around her. Her strength had increased, and she probably never realized that her incisors had grown sharper, that they grew fanglike right before she drew his blood, only to return to normal when she pulled them out of his shoulder. She didn't know that when she was in the throes of passion her green eyes flickered gold.

And she probably didn't have a clue that when she was snappy with him the last few days from sexual tension and frustration, that those flickers of gold weaned her eyes pure gold, until she was glaring at him through demon-yet human eyes.

Angelus smiled evilly as he got into bed, pulling her close, sensing her fever begin to die at the very contact of his skin. Just that day they'd argued, he'd provoked it just to see her eyes turn gold. Spike and Dru had been with them at the time, and when Willow's eyes went from green to gold in a matter of seconds, and she snarled at Angelus' barb, Dru had squealed in glee, clapping her hands in approval, while Spike's fag had fallen from his mouth to the floor due to his open-mouth surprise.

The look in his grandsire's eyes would have cost him his life if it hadn't been Spike. Angelus was possessive of his family, but he knew without a fact that if it hadn't been Spike, his favorite, he would have torn out his eyes for looking at his mate like that.

He wondered when Spike would get up the courage to ask Angelus if he would share Willow. The vampire growled at the thought, but sighed in reluctant resignation. Spike shared Dru with him, it would only be fair to do the same with Willow, and he knew Willow was attracted to Spike so he didn't think she'd be opposed to the idea—much.

But he'd keep her only for him for as long as he could.

Pulling her close to him, Angelus smiled as she cuddled in the crook of his neck, still asleep. His surprise turned to dark amusement when he felt her fangs pierce his neck. Even asleep her body knew what it needed and that it finally had an opportunity to get it.

He chuckled, allowing her to drink from him. He didn't want her getting sick, as she would if he denied her his blood any longer. She could even go insane, and one insane woman around the house was enough for the vampire.

She fed from him slowly, only taking the necessary amount of blood she needed before he felt her fangs begin to retract. Cooing into his neck, the sleeping witch fell asleep with a smile on her face.

Angelus groaned, aroused by her feeding, but too exhausted to do anything about it.

Tomorrow. He promised himself before drifting off into a dreamless sleep. Anyway, we have an eternity together.

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“So you can give him back his soul?” Buffy asked in surprise and slight distrust. She'd never liked Jenny Calendar much, and now that she knew her professor was a gypsy who'd known all about the Angel/Angelus situation yet had just let that happen—well the blonde wasn't too happy.

“Yes.” Jenny nodded, trying not to feel such pain when Giles just looked at her with distrust. She could take Buffy's dislike, but just the thought of Giles' hurt her more than a curse could.

The Englishman refrained from speaking, but anyone could see the disapproval in his eyes.

“I don't see what the problem is.” Xander announced as he got up from the seat. “Sure, she lied and deceived us, playing us like fools--.”

“Not helping, Harris.” Cordelia snorted.

He continued as if he hadn't heard her. “But she has a way of bringing back Brood Boy—not that I'm ecstatic of seeing him again, but he's loads better than Mr. Lets-Kill-Everyone-And-Maybe-End-The-World-Sometime-In-The-Future.”

“The fashion victim makes a strong point.” Cordelia pointed out reluctantly.

“Hey!” Xander exclaimed in horror, looking down at what he thought was one of his better suites of clothes.

Buffy ignored them, her attention on the gypsy. “Why should we trust you? Because of you Angelus was set free in the first place.”

“I know I did wrong, and I'm sorry that it hurt you all, but I was doing my job. Buffy, you're job is to slay vampires, mine was to watch over Angelus. No one should begrudge either of us for our mistake.”

Buffy flinched. She didn't think that sleeping with Angel was a mistake. Angelus was the mistake, and if Jenny Calendar could bring back her one true love, then she'd have to put away her distrust and anger, for now.

Giles finally spoke. “Angelus has been free for months now. Why come to tell us that you can give him a soul now? Why not before?”

Jenny turned to him, eyes hopeful. “I needed time to find the right curse, one that didn't have a happiness clause and secure the soul forever, and get the ingredients I needed to cast it. Instead of a curse, it's supposed to be a blessing, and it's hard to find. But I did, and last night I got the last things I needed to perform it.”

Giles still hesitated.

“When can you do it?” Buffy asked, weakening at the thought of having Angel with her again. “How soon? Do you need help?”

For the first time in a long time, Jenny smiled. “I can do it tomorrow night, it's the best time, according to the Lunar Chart, to do the blessing. And I'd like for you and Giles to be there.”

“Maybe we can get Willow to help.” Buffy announced.

“I'm sure she'd want to, but I think it's best just to keep this between us until Angel has his soul.” Jenny announced after considering the offer. “The less amount of people that know, will mean the less amount of people who can let it slip and give Angelus a clue as to what we're going to do.”

There was a silence as they contemplated that.

“I hate to leave Wills out of anything, but she can't lie at all. And it'll keep her safe.” Xander shivered, thinking what the ruthless vampire would do if he only knew that by this time tomorrow he'd have his soul back.

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