Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction ❯ Her New Family ❯ Reunion At The Bronze ( Chapter 10 )

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It'd taken some days to get things straightened out for her to leave France. She was still new to her position as Queen of the French Damned, and while Spike had taken entirely too quickly to his position as her right hand man and advisor, absolutely adoring the power and all that came with the job, Willow had a harder time getting used to having legions of vampires, werewolves, and assorted other demons bowing their heads to her respectfully when she went out or entered a room.

And Malcolm, the Alpha Male of the werewolf Clan Oz had been reluctantly accepted in, wasn't the easiest person to accommodate. He stuck to his opinion that she should take Oz as secondary mate so that there would be a blood oath between the vampires and werewolves, and while Willow and Oz had once shared an innocent crush, it'd disappeared throughout the years and the thought of mating hadn't agreed with their stomachs.

Willow knew that Oz had always harbored the hopes that Dru and Spike would drift apart and that he'd be there for the beautiful vampiress. The `insane' part hadn't bothered him at all, yet thanks to the Slayer Dru was dead.

Remembering why she was back in Sunnydale, Willow frowned. When she'd invoked a meeting with her Governors while still in France she'd never imagined the uproar her announcement would create. When they'd discovered that she planned on leaving France to return to Sunnydale, the Meeting Room had erupted in noise.

While the demons understood why she wanted the Slayer dead (because, who in that room didn't want the blonde dead?), they were against the thought of her doing it.

“It's too dangerous my Queen.” Malcolm had announced, standing at once. “Allow me to send some warriors from my tribe to Sunnydale. They will kill the Slayer and bring back her head to you as a token of ourloyalty.”

Of course, that declaration had caused a war to break out as the governors wanted to know why Malcolm thought his clan could do a better job than theirs. While vampires and werewolves were at peace it didn't exactly mean that they liked each other, and Willow had to admit that it was mostly her fault that they were so competitive. While the fact that she was neither vampire nor werewolf had been the reason they'd joined forces under her, it was also the reason they competed against the other for her favor.

Since she was of neither species the vampires and werewolves competed for the place of her favored army. The werewolves pointed out that her general was a werewolf, while the vampires pointed out that her mate was a vampire. Which was why Malcolm had been not too subtly trying to push Oz into `conquering' Willow's heart and becoming a secondary mate, to `even things out'.

The fact that she'd discovered she could control the werewolves while they were in their animal shape—and she'd discovered a spell to help them change when they desired, and not just at the full-moon…had earned her the title of Wolf-Caller, and the fact that she'd found a spell that made the change from man to wolf painless endeared her to the wolf tribes even more.

Her help to them was constantly rubbed into the vampires' faces.

The constant show of extreme possessiveness from her two largest groups of followers was tiring at best.

She'd made her will known, and to appease both sides she'd let them know that she'd be taking Spike and Oz with her on the mission, as representatives of both sides. That calmed rapidly growing fury.

“Are you sure about this luv?” Spike asked, looking at her with a mixture of dread, horror and amusement. When she'd first told them of her plan, both Oz and Spike had looked at her as if she were insane, but once she laid it out in detail they'd reluctantly agreed to it.

It was night, and Oz was out on his mission. He'd be gone for the remainder of the night while Spike and her did theirs.

“We can still just go with the original plan and just kill them all.” Spike offered, fingering the amulet hanging around his neck.

“No. We stick to my plan.” Willow told him harshly. “The spell worked. I know it did. They won't know.”

“I don't doubt the bleedin' spell.” Spike scoffed, looking up at the Slayer's house with a curled lip. “It's my acting abilities that I doubt, luv. How am I supposed to be with the soddin' Slayer and not bloody try and kill her?”

“You're the Big Bad. Nothing's impossible for you.”

He smirked. “Flattery will get you everywhere Red.”

Squeezing his hand, Willow smiled at him, looking him over. Liking what she saw, she winked and cleared her throat. “I can't believe she hasn't sensed you yet.”

Spike snorted. “Bitchy couldn't sense me if I were shoving a spike up her a--.”

The door flew open and there stood Cordelia Chase, dressed in a short black dress. She looked angry, as if she'd been about to stomp out in a fit, but stopped when she saw the two on the doorstep.

Her anger disappeared as she looked at Willow with a small smile, but her smile faltered when she noticed the vampire next to the redhead. Fear crossed her dark eyes, but to her credit her body didn't show it. “Hello Willow, Spike.”

“WHO IS IT?” Buffy Summers could be heard.

“No one you'd care about, slut.” Cordelia muttered under her breath (earning an amused raised eyebrow from Spike) before turning to the two in the doorway. “I'd invite you in, but I'm not sure that that'd be the best thing, considering your company.” But wordlessly she stepped aside, eyes never off of Willow, obviously in awe at the designer outfit she wore.

Understanding Cordelia's silent challenge, Willow flashed her a wicked smile before entering the house without having to be invited.

Cordelia's grin turned just as wicked. “You're not a vamp. Good for you.”

Surprised at how changed Cordelia seemed to be, Willow just kept her smile.

Turning to Spike, Queen C tilted her head to the side. “If you're here to kill Buffy, I won't stop you. The bitch destroyed these Gucci shoes she borrowed from me last night while patrolling, and she's gotten annoying as hell.”

Spike choked.

Willow laughed. “We're not here to kill Buffy.” Yet. “Spike and I are here to let everyone know that we're back in town, and for the Slay—for Buffy not to stake him. I gave him back his soul and we are living here for some months before heading back to Colorado.”

“Colorado? That's where you two have been?” There seemed to be doubt, yet she shook it off. “And since when have you and Spike become we? I—I thought you left with Oz?”

Ushering Willow back out, Cordelia joined them and closed the door behind her. She motioned them to follow her as she walked away from the Summers' house. “Look, I want to talk to you two before you talk to Buffy.”

Spike and Willow exchanged intrigued expressions.

“I'm not going to ask how you gave Spike his soul, I mean, you always showed interest in neopagan stuff with Miss Calendar, you know? Or why you two hooked up or where Oz is or whatever, not my business—although, if you're willing to share, do.” Cordelia prattled on. “But I want to warn you about Buffy. She—she's changed since you saw her last. She's with this guy named Riley, and he's nice in a `aww shucks ma'am' sorta way, but I sense something off about him. Buffy's changed since she's with him. She—“ Cordelia paused. “Dru came here a while ago and she never gave any problem—got her blood from Willie's, Angel took good care of her.”

Spike's clenched hands shook in anger.

“Buffy finds out, tricks Angel to leave Dru alone and dusts her.” There was disgust in the dark haired woman's voice that surprised Spike out of his anger. “Don't get me wrong. I don't like vamps, but there are exceptions. Dru wasn't killing anyone, so Buffy didn't have the right to dust her. That's morale.”

Willow and Spike exchanged another glance. Had they found an unexpected ally?

“So, what I'm saying is be careful. Just because Spike has his soul doesn't mean he's safe from Buffy.” Cordelia turned to them. “Angel is probably the only vampire who is—and that's because she's obsessed with him.”

The brunette noticed the redhead wince at that and hid a smile. Although Willow was with Spike, it would seem that Angel might have a chance with her yet. She'd have to go talk to the vamp pronto.

“Maybe we should talk to the Slayer tomorrow night.” Spike told Willow, not out of fear, but curiosity. Things had changed since they'd left. The Scoobies weren't a tight-knit family anymore, the plan, although amazingly cunning, might need some changes.

“I agree.” Willow nodded.

“Great!” Cordelia squealed, surprising them. “I'm all alone tonight. Xander and Anya are in L.A. getting some things with Giles, Angel is off doing his brooding thing, and I just told Buffy to fuck herself and walked out on her, so she's going out patrolling alone tonight—so let's go Bronzing!” Linking her arm with Willow's Cordelia filled the silence during the walk to the club with questions about Willow's wardrobe and if she could borrow from her sometime.

He could sense him.

Not sure what to do, Angel paced his room. He'd sensed Spike the moment he'd entered Sunnydale, and he knew why he was here. Dru. It was obvious. Those two had always been together, and now Spike had come looking for Dru. How could Angel tell his grandchilde that he'd failed Dru and she'd been dusted?

Spike would hate him forever, and there would be no way of getting back the last remainder of the family he'd abandoned so long ago.

He nearly ignored his cellular as it rung, but out of pure impatience and hatred of the ringtone he picked it up and flipped the cover. “What?”

“Grouchy much?” Cordelia snarked.

“Listen Cordelia…” Angel growled. The ex-cheerleader was the only one of the Scoobies he didn't want to kill on sight, but that was only because she seemed to dislike Buffy as much as he did.

“No, you listen.” She practically growled, shutting Angel up due to shock. “Be nice. I'm doing you a major favor here.” She cleared her throat nervously. “I'm at the Bronze, and you won't guess who is here.”

“Spike.” He guessed, running his shaky hand through his hair. “Cordelia. I sensed him when he arrived. You need to get out of there quickly. Spike, he's---.”

“Souled.”

“What?” Angel hissed, eyes wide. “Wha-whe—how?”

“I'll answer none of the above. Ask who.”

“What?”

Cordelia made a grunt of annoyance. “Ask me who gave Spike his soul.”

“Cor--.”

“Hurry up Angel! They won't be getting drinks for long and I intend on having hung up on you and looking quite innocent by the time they get here!” She snapped.

“Okay.” He consented only because he was intrigued. “Who gave Spike his soul?”

He could hear her smile. “Willow.”

If Angel's heart beat it would have stopped. “Willow?”

“Yep. And she's here right now getting drinks for us with Spike.” Cordelia paused. “Angel, there's something I think you should know. Come to the Bronze, but in stealth mode, I don't want them to know you're here yet. I need to talk to you first.”

He nodded. “I'm already on my way.” The vampire decided not to waste time telling Cordelia that Spike would sense him the moment he got close. No. He needed to see Willow and wasn't going to waste his time explaining things on the phone.

Willow was back.

A smile crossed his features as he hurried out of the house.

She was glad that she'd made sure to look good tonight. Willow knew that she didn't look like how she had when she'd left Sunnydale, but she liked her new look—it went with her new personality.

Tight black leather pants skinned over her leather high heeled boots, and her stomach was bare, her chest covered by a silver tube top that glittered every time the light caught a sight of it. Her shoulder-length blood-red hair was pulled up in a high pony tail, wisps of hair falling into her face, and large loop earrings adorned her ears.

Thick kohl lined her eyes, and her nails and lips were painted black.

She didn't blame Cordelia for thinking she was a vampire at first.

“You look edible, luv.” Spike whispered into her ear as he winked at Cordelia. “I'm gonna dance with my girl.”

Sharing a giggle with Cordelia, whom Willow was more than surprised to realize that she liked, the redhead allowed her peroxide blonde to lead her to the dance floor. So far the spell she'd cast on Spike that mimicked the soul spell, only allowing other to believe the vampire had a soul, seemed to be working, because the few demons in the Bronze were watching him in surprise.

And she'd caught one whispering something like `the Bloody with a Soul?!?' to another.

She smirked. Now, only Buffy was left to be tested.

Spike maneuvered himself behind her as “Yeah” by Usher, Lil John and Ludacris finished. He kept himself there, hands on her hips, drawing her back against him, until the next song “Girlfriend” remix by Avril Lavigne and Lil Mama, began to play. Controlling the movements of her hips with his hands, he rolled her hips against his hardness as they danced.

Hands thrown back, fingers tangled in his hair, Willow closed her eyes, groaning when Spike's mouth lowered to the pulse in her neck, nibbling it playfully. One hand left her hip to trail down her bare stomach and cup her intimately between her legs, over her leather pants, bringing her against him completely, while the other teased the bottom of her tube top.

Rubbing herself against him as they danced, oblivious to the lust filled glances sent in their direction. Willow whimpered as Spike rubbed his thumb teasingly over her womanhood through the leather, acting as if he'd been her lover for years and not days.

The songs blended one into the other as they danced together, enjoying the feel of the other's body sliding up against each other. They changed positions continuously, yet the intimacy of their movements never changed.

Mouths clashing fiercely as they now danced facing each other, Spike's arms held her possessively against him as the music lowered to a slow song—the first of the night. He removed his mouth from hers, smirked at her whimpered protest, and began to pepper her face with butterfly kisses.

In the back of his mind Spike could feel his grandsire's presence, had felt it for a while now, but he didn't care. Willow was either ignoring Angel or their bond had grown so weak she couldn't sense him anymore…and both options brightened Spike's mood greatly.

Raising his finger to her parted lips, he tapped her normal yet suspiciously sharp bottom canines. Green eyes widened as she realized what he wanted, and she nodded, realizing that she was the only one who could do this without a demon face betraying what they were.

With her hand behind his head she brought his lips to hers and opened her mouth to the kiss, willing her fangs to appear, groaning in pleasure when Spike deliberately cut his tongue against them, his blood draining into their mouths as their kiss grew desperate.

She cut her own tongue, their blood mixing, and Spike whimpered in pleasure at the first taste of the mix. It was ambrosia of the gods, so when their cuts healed due to their quick healing abilities, both deliberately ran their tongues against her fangs once more, cutting themselves anew, renewing the blood-flow.

The vampires and demons in the Bronze either having a good time or searching for prey had paid attention to the couple from the moment they'd entered. Not just the thought that William the bloody might have a soul kept their interest, but they sensed something in the little demoness (?), vampiress (?) or whatever she was. And when the smell of blood reached them their nostrils flared as they sniffed the heavenly smell.

Which of the two bled so deliciously?

Spike felt the demons and vampires watching them with interest, and felt fury and rage from one vampire in particular, but he ignored them all, relishing in the intoxicating taste of Willow's and his blood.

When their wounds healed too soon for their liking, they pulled away with a groan, opening their eyes for the first time since the kiss had started, eyelids drooped slightly in a hazy, lustful way.

“Red,” Spike whispered in her hair. “Let's go back to the hotel.”

She nodded eagerly. “We'll just go say goodnight to Cordy.” Grabbing his hand she smirked suddenly when she noticed Spike button a button on his duster to try and hide the hard on he now sported.

Yet the smirk faltered when they made their way through the throng and she realized that Cordelia wasn't alone anymore. Angel sat by her, eyes narrowed in unspeakable fury as they stared at Spike and her. Willow's heart skipped a beat as she looked into Angelus' eyes.

She shook her head.

Angelus was gone.

Her mind was playing tricks on her.

Those were Angel's eyes…

…weren't they?

Spike growled behind her.

“Hello Angel.” She was proud of herself as her voice came out normally as Spike and her made their way to the table. “How are you doing?”

“Not as good as you it would seem.” Was his clipped answer, rage darkening his voice.

Her eyebrow raised at this. What was up with Angel? Feeling Spike's arms go around her possessively as he rested his chin on her shoulder, she understood. Angel and Spike had never gotten along, the soul and the vampire never could stand each other—although Angelus and Spike had always gotten along.

And now he was mad that she'd left Buffy alone and ended up with a demon…a demon he couldn't stand. His brooding brother act was up again. This was definitely the soul.

Her growl was low yet purely animalistic, surprising her three friends, yet Spike smirked in amusement and relief when he realized that her anger was directed towards the Poof that was his grandsire and not him for his deliberately showing Angel that she was his now.

Feeling secure enough to give Angel a smirk, Spike suddenly remembered that he was playing a part, so he toned down his superior smirk to what he hoped was somewhat pleasant. “Ponce. Long time no see.”

Angel turned his furious glare on him, yet to his credit his voice was nonchalant. “Spike.”

“He knows that Spike has a soul, right?” Willow asked Cordelia, deciding the best way to do this without breaking her heart even more, or getting completely pissed and messing up the progress they'd made so far, was to ignore Angel as much as possible without looking suspicious.

“Yep. Shiny and brand new, courtesy of WillowCorp.” Cordelia shook her head with mock-seriousness.

“Good.” She nodded stiffly. “Wouldn't want to give any of the Scoobies an excuse to do a repeat performance with what happened to Dru.” Her voice had gone dark, deadly, and unconsciously her true aura began to leak from the disguise spell she'd cast on herself.

Every demonic head in the Bronze jerked towards her, sensing the darkness, entranced, attracted. Some even licked their lips.

Angel's eyes widened.

Spike kissed the pulse in her neck, calming her, her aura slipping back in the protective casing, her fake aura returning with full force.

But all the demons in the Bronze now knew the truth about her…or that there was a bigger mystery to her than they'd thought.

And Angel was watching her suspiciously.

Cordelia and the rest of the humans were the only ones oblivious to what had just happened.

“Let's go Red.” Spike whispered, nibbling up her neck to her ear, and couldn't help but send a triumphant sneer in Angel's direction when her breathing hitched and she shivered. “I want to go to bed.”

And he knew that Angel, who could easily hear him with his vampiric hearing, knew full well that Spike wasn't planning on using the bed to sleep in.

The dark haired vampire stood so quickly that if one blinked they would have missed the action all together. “Willow, I need to speak to you. Alone.”

Jerked out of the hypnotic trance brought on by Spike's voice and nibbles, Willow looked up at Angel in barely concealed fear. It was too soon to be with him alone! And everything was wrong! He was supposed to be with Buffy, fucking and having a good time, not the guy Cordelia had told him he'd become now that his soul was permanent.

She couldn't get her thoughts straight.

“Please.”

Blinking in surprise, Willow nodded and gave Spike a reassuring kiss on his lips—which he took deeper with a frustrated growl. It was a kiss of possession, reminding Angel that she belonged to a vampire who wasn't him.

Willow pulled away from the kiss, easing out of it, to nod at Angel and follow him outside.

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When Angel had entered the Bronze he'd been anxious yet giddy. He'd scanned the darkness and found Cordelia sitting by a table alone, eyes glazed over in obvious desire, and intrigued he'd followed her gaze but couldn't find who she was looking at.

Walking to the table he sat down next to her. “Where is she?” And why couldn't he feel her presence?

Jerking in surprise, Cordelia cursed under her breath. “I know I said `stealth mode', but that didn't mean give me a heart attack!” She'd scolded, hand to her heart.

“Where is she?”

She began to point with a perfectly manicured finger, then curled that finger quickly. “Before I do, and then you do something stupid, I want to remind you that he has a soul.”

“Where is she?” He growled, Cordelia's stalling irritating him. He'd looked for Willow for FOUR years and this wench was making him wait longer?

“There.” Cordelia said with a sigh, pointing her finger in the direction she'd been looking in before.

Gaze following the direction to where she'd pointed, Angel's smile froze on his face. There, dancing in the middle of the dance floor, were Willow and Spike. No, not dancing. They were making love on the dance floor, because the moves they made weren't anything but groping and sexual.

His eyes flashed amber as her scent reached him. It wasn't human, and it was covered in Spike's scent. “He turned her.”

“No, actually.” Cordelia answered after taking a gulp of her drink, figuring that the best way to get through this night would be drunk. “She's not a vamp, entered the house even after Buffy insisted we have it uninvited for her just in case she did reappear and was a vamp. Plus, I touched her while we were coming here--she's warm.”

Angel frowned. If she wasn't a vampire, what the hell was she?

Spike's.

He growled murderously.

When he'd realized that another demon was slowly killing the claim he'd placed on the mortal girl it'd never crossed his mind that the one doing it was his own grandchilde.

The betrayal was painful.

As was watching their behavior towards each other, as if they couldn't keep their hands off of each other.

And what was Willow wearing?

“They're together.” Cordelia sighed. “And she gave him his soul. That must mean he loves her if he let her give it to him.”

Angel wasn't listening to her, he was sniffing the air, trying desperately to find his scent, and suddenly he did. It was so faint on her that if he hadn't been so frantic, desperate to find some of him still on her that he'd have missed it completely.

She still had some of his scent on her.

That comforted him slightly.

Suddenly, Angel felt horrible for reacting this way. He'd raped her. He's forced his fangs down her neck and gave her no choice when he'd claimed her while violating her mind and body. He had not right to feel such murderous rage when he realized that Spike's claiming bite was on the other side of her neck as his, or that she seemed in heaven with Spike's hands roaming parts of her body that shouldn't be touched in public.

Touched at all.

By Spike.

And then they'd kissed and his nose caught the whiff of blood. Their blood. How Spike had managed to make his fangs appear without showing his demon's face was beyond Angel's understanding, yet the smell of their blood was doing havoc to him. On one side he wanted to rip Spike's throat out because he realized that mortals only acted like that when they were blood-bonded to vampires—which meant that taking her away from Spike would be more difficult than he'd originally planned.

And on the other hand, it was getting him hard. Blood did that to a vampire, but he'd never smelt anything as intoxicating as Spike's and Willow's blood mixed together. It was driving him insane with lust…and he noticed a couple of other vampires squirming uncomfortably as well.

And then they'd come towards him.

He was furious with both of them for their betrayal and for getting him so hard it was painful. He hadn't had sex with anyone since Willow's disappearance, he'd tried but couldn't, and now that he was so long and hard, throbbing with desire, he knew he wouldn't have any fulfillment tonight, and that made his rage grow.

She'd hesitated when she'd seen him, and he inwardly flinched. She was probably fearful of him, remembering when he'd—when he'd raped her. But he couldn't feel sorry, he was too pissed.

And then she'd acted as if they were old acquaintances, while Spike noticed his discomfort and the prat used the opportunity to flaunt Willow, flaunt the fact that she was his and that they'd be going to a room at the end of the night—and not sleep.

Anger filled him as he thought of Dru. Had the vampiress been banished when Willow became Spike's? Was that why she'd come to look for him in Sunnydale?

But when Willow spoke of her, the pain and anger in her voice spoke volumes, and Angel was shocked that not only had she loved the vampiress—but at the change in Willow's scent.

Every demonic head had turned when her scent darkened enticingly with the addictive taste of great power, and a little bit of demonic magic.

Spike had kissed her neck, calming her, and the scent disappeared, rapidly replaced by the one she'd worn when Angel first entered the Bronze.

He narrowed his eyes, doubting that this scent was her true one.

What was going on?

Realizing that Spike wanted to take her to their hotel room to do all the things to her that Angel wanted to, yet couldn't, he quickly spoke, raising from his chair before Spike could usher them away. “Willow, I need to talk to you. Alone.”

Her look was of pure fear.

He'd inwardly flinched again. Was she frightened of the thought of being alone with him again? Did she think he was still Angelus? That he would take advantage of the fact they were alone to hurt her?

It was enough to make him believe that the great power he'd smelt on her moment's ago was just a creation of his imagination.

“Please.” He pleaded, desperate for a moment, a second, with her alone.

When she agreed to go with him, he turned his head on Spike's newest display of ownership of the redhead and led her outside, desperately praying to all holy that he didn't mess this up.

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