Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction ❯ Her New Family ❯ A Conversation And A Kill ( Chapter 11 )

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

Angel finds out that he never raped Willow as Angelus...and sees something that he wasn't supposed to.

Non Anime: Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Occult / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.06.2007 | Pages: 6 | Words: 7.9K | Visits: 377 | Status: Completed

Disclaimer: I don't own. I know it's hard to believe, but I honestly didn't create these characters.

Warning: Some Dark Elements.

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Angel led Willow to the darkened alley behind the Bronze, making sure to keep an eye out on any vampires who'd find her scent attractive enough to make her a midnight treat. He wanted to talk to her—beg her forgiveness-not get her eaten.

And on the subject of getting `eaten', when had Spike and Willow been so close? How long had they been together? They looked so relaxed around the other, it would hint to years---but Spike would never be unfaithful to Dru—would he?

Dru, although she loved her childe, had been unfaithful to Spike in the past. Had Spike gotten enough of it, then they'd met up with Willow in Colorado (had they really been there?) and decided to bond her to him when he realized how special she truly was?

Growling at the memory of Spike's hands all over Willow, Angel didn't notice his human disguise slipping, allowing the true demon to show.

“Did you have something particular to talk to me about when you insisted we come here or did you just want to show me you all Grr?” The sarcasm that now seemed like second-nature to the once innocent and sweet mortal proved that she'd been with Spike longer then Angel wished.

Most probably she'd left with Spike all those years ago. But then if that were so--what of this Daniel Osbourne?

“No, I—Willow, I want to ask your forgiveness.” Putting back on his human disguise, sure that Angelus had terrified her enough with his demon face, Angel sighed, turning to look at her.

She watched him warily. “For what?”

He turned his back on her. Even after all the horrors he'd done to her she was pretending it hadn't happened. “Willow---if it wasn't for me you wouldn't have left your family and friends. You were terrified, and I hate myself more and more every time I remember waking up and seeing you after I—after I raped you.”

He choked out the words, forcing himself to continue. “You were the only mortal to ever accept me for what I was, a vampire, a soul, a demon. Out of all of the Scoobies you were the only one who treated me as an equal—even Buffy never did that—and what do I do when I lose my soul? I rape you! I—I--.”

“You didn't rape me, Angel.” Willow's voice was forced.

The vampire turned to look at her, taking in the surprise and something else in her eyes. “I know you think that we're different entities, but Willow, Angelus and I are the same person. I just have a conscience shoved in me when I become Angel, but deep down inside, I'm still Angelus.”

Willow winced at Angelus' name.

Angel sighed, misreading the gesture. “I can't remember anything after losing my soul, but I have centuries of memories from Angelus, and I know what he's capable of doing.” His voice choked. “I'm sorry, Willow. I've hired private investigators to search for you these past four years to tell you I'm sorry for--.”

“Angel, listen to me and listen to me good.” Her voice was firm, determined. “You didn't rape me and neither did Angelus.”

That brought an end to his self-hate monologue. “What? But Willow—“ He turned to watch her. She was leaning her back against the dirty wall, hands crossed over her chest, watching him as if trying to discern if he was lying to her. “—I awoke and your clothes were torn off. You smelt of me, I'd claimed you, are you telling me that Angelus didn't have sex with you?”

“No, I'm not saying that he didn't.” She shook her head. “I'm saying that he didn't rape me.”

Suddenly the meaning behind those words hit Angel with such force that he backed away a couple of steps from the blow. If they had had sex, and Angelus hadn't raped her…then that meant…that meant…

“Angelus and I were lovers.” Willow supplied in a flat voice, pushing away from the wall and coming to his side, though her eyes were on the darkness around them. “While he did force me in the beginning to spend time with him and stay away from my friends, I initiated our intimacy.” She shivered, rubbing her arms. “I met Dru and Spike through him, we were a—we were a family.

“Angelus?” She'd asked, with a voice that sounded suspiciously like hope.

He gasped. She hadn't hoped that Angelus was gone forever—she'd hoped that it was him! She'd been desperate for some reassurance that he was still Angelus!

The redhead laughed emotionlessly. “Making sense now, huh?”

“But—but.”

“Don't worry Angel, the moment Angelus gained his soul you lost my affection, you don't have to worry about me trying to get you back.” Turning her back on him, she scoffed. “It was hard at first, you know? Angelus and I were blood-bonded.” She ignored his second gasp in two minutes. “If it wasn't for Spike I would have gone crazy and died. He transferred the blood-bond to him, and even though he was Angelus' grandchilde, and of his lineage, my body fought against the new bond. I nearly died the first couple of months, I was in constant agony.”

Angel wanted to touch her, to pull her into his cold embrace, but knew that she wouldn't let him comfort her—and the thought tore at him.

“But then his bond overwhelmed Angelus' and my body accepted him.”

“Why do you always refer to him as Angelus?” His voice was gruff with resentment and jealousy at the thought of his grandchile taking his place in Willow's life. “I am still Angelus.”

“No you are not.” She whirled around and glared at him, once again her aura darkened, and if Angel hadn't been so angry he would have realized that her eyes had bled black. “You will never be Angelus, Angel.” She spat out in disgust.

For the first time someone (other than a vampire or demon) compared him to Angelus and found him wanting. He'd never cared for it before, but the thought that Willow was disgusted by him, it made him want to change her vision of him—desperately. He wanted to do anything to prove to her that he was Angelus—even if he had a soul.

He couldn't believe it.

How many centuries had he tortured himself trying to atone for Angelus' crimes? And now, a redheaded child's disgust for him made him want to assassinate everyone in Sunnydale just to prove to her that he could do it—soul or no soul.

Anyway, truthfully, how big a deal was having a soul?

Didn't mortal murderers and rapists have them?

Angel suddenly realized that she'd continued talking.

“Thanks to Buffy Angelus got his soul back.” She hissed, but then sighed and breathed in evenly. “But it doesn't matter. Buffy can have you Angel. I don't care about you.” And the evenness of her voice betrayed her truthfulness. She had no desire for Angel. “At least Angelus always protected those few he loved. He made sure that if anything happened to him, Spike and Dru would be there for me. And they were. We were happy together.”

A tear fell as she continued. “And now Dru is dead and Spike and I are the only ones left. Spike is my brother, my friend, and my lover. He's all I have left, and I thank Angelus for making sure if anything happened to him I'd be fine.”

Angel kept back a growl. He wanted to push her against a wall and show him how wrong she was, how very much he was Angelus.

But it wasn't the right time.

“Don't worry, Spike and I aren't planning on hurting Buffy.” Willow assured him, once more calm. “She only did right by her. Angelus might have been mine, but you are hers.”

He did growl at that.

“And anyways, it wasn't like she knew I loved Angelus.”

And not you.

Those words rung loudly in his head.

“Spike and I are just here for a couple of weeks to set things right with my family, to let everyone know we're fine, and then we're outta here.”

She was leaving again? No. He wouldn't let her. “Willow---.”

“Forget it, Angel.” No matter how hard she tried, it would seem she couldn't keep the scorn out of her voice when she said his name. “I wouldn't have said anything if you hadn't thought that you'd raped me. I love Angelus, and although you're not him and could never be him, I have nothing against your personally. And I wouldn't want you brooding over the thought that you'd raped him, I mean, you being Soulboy and all.”

He winced. “Will---.”

“Red?” Spike's voice called from the entrance of the Bronze.

“Coming Spike.” She called, turning to look at Angel once more. “I mightn't blame you for Angelus being taken from me—but that doesn't mean I want to have you around. I'm sorry, but while we're in Sunnydale I'd appreciate it if you stay the hell away from me.” She sneered in a way that screamed `Angelus!'. “Which I know you'll accept and do because you're such a good boy, aren't you, Angel?”

Scoffing, she turned her back to him and disappeared in the shadows. Soon her and Spike's voices could be heard as they left together.

In the shadows, Angel growled, eyes flashing amber. In a voice deepened by an Irish brogue, he chuckled humorlessly as he murmured: “If you truly think that, then you're going to be greatly disappointed, Little One.”

“What did the bloody ponce want?” Spike hissed as they walked back to the hotel.

Shaken by the encounter more then she wanted to admit, Willow managed a smirk. “To apologize.”

Spike blinked. “For bloody what?”

“Raping me.” Seeing the shocked expression on Spike's face, Willow saw the dark humor in the situation and laughed. With a hand on Spike's arm she stopped him and threw her arms around his neck, rubbing her cheek affectionately against his. “It seems he's spent these last four years thinking he raped me as Angelus.”

There was a moment before Spike barked out his beautiful laughter, arms going around her waist, holding her against him. “Spent four years moaning and brooding over it did he? Bleedin' bastard deserved it.”

She snickered, feeling better now that she was in Spike's arms. “I know—and I feel utterly wicked saying that out loud.”

“You didn't tell him the truth, did you luv? Because if we played the victim card--.”

She laughed, “Spike! Of course I told him the truth.” He stiffened and she bit down on his jaw to keep him from pulling away.

Spike whimpered in both pleasure and pain, much like a childe being reprimanded by his sire.

Removing her fangs from his skin, she licked her lips and then the marks her fangs had left. “It's part of the plan, Spike. Things have changed, and so has the plan.”

“You want him back.” Spike sighed.

“No. I'd never want that soul.” She reassured him, licking her way from his now bruised jaw down his neck, nibbling his skin with her fangs, promising him great pleasure with her tongue.

His body trembled. “Bloody hell luv, you do realize that you have a Master Vampire trembling like a soddin' virgin surrounded by a band of rapists, don't you?”

“Be a good childe and I'll do things to you that they wouldn't even be able to think of doing to her.”

Groaning at the promise, Spike's grip on her hips tightened until his fingers her digging painfully into her flesh. “Red…”

Somehow they'd made it to the park, and Spike backed her up against a tree, pinning her there with his weight. Their mouths met and they dueled fiercely for dominance.

He cursed when his cellular rung and he pulled away, answering it with a snappy: “What the bloody hell do you want?” His furious expression went blank when he heard the voice on the other side. “Yeah, okay pup. I'll be there in a moment.”

Ending the call he looked up at Willow. “It's the pup, needs my help.”

“Is he okay?” Willow asked, frightened. She'd already lost her mate and daughter to the Slayer, she wouldn't let her pet and general be taken from her as well. “Should I come too?”

“No. It's a guy thing.” Spike reassured her, glad when she smirked at that. “Do you want me to walk you the rest of the way?”

“Nah. I think I'll sit here for a bit. Sunnydale at night. Quite interesting things could happen, don't you think?”

The vampire smirked. “Don't cause too much trouble, okay? This is our first night here.”

“Yes daddy.”

He shivered and his eyes glazed over. “I think I just discovered you're hidden kink.” Laughing when she playfully scowled at him and punched his shoulder, Spike smirked. “I'll go help the pup now.”

“Go before I decide to explore this new kink of mine with you right here and right now.”

“Promises promises luv.” Spike chuckled as he gave her a loving kiss and left her there with a: “Try and behave yourself now, Red.”

“Never!” She giggled, waving at him until he disappeared from sight.

Some time passed as Willow sat on the bench, enjoying the night, replaying memories that'd taken place here. She'd never been here with Angelus, and that was the only thing she regretted. She was sure that the dark vampire and her would have made earth-shattering memories against each tree, on each bank, and on the ground.

She sighed wistfully before a smirk appeared. Spike would be more than happy to help her with making some memories here.

And if Angelus were there she could see them both there. She'd be trapped between two cold and chiseled bodies, as their cocks filled her holes to the max, thrusting in viciously, bringing her closer and closer…

Suddenly realizing what she'd been fantasizing about, Willow leapt from the bench as if it'd burnt her. Her body was red and blotchy, and her heart raced frantically.

“My my, want do we have here?” A voice sneered in the darkness to her right.

Willow turned and raised an eyebrow at the man. He didn't look dead, or like a demon. No. He looked like a mortal bastard pleased to find a defenseless looking woman alone in the middle of the night. She growled softly.

“Spitfire, aren'tcha?” He chuckled darkly, coming towards her. “Bet you'll fight the whole while I'm thrusting into you.”

“Why don't you just try it skippy?” She snickered, looking down condescendingly at him. “Maybe I'll let you fight before I sink something deep into you.”

“Why you little bitch!” He raised his hand to hit her, yet she moved quickly grabbed him arm, wrenching it painfully behind him, effectively pulled him backwards to her chest, twisting his arm painfully.

“Wanna fight?” She asked against his neck rather playfully as he tried to get free, her strength surprising them both when he failed.

“What the--?”

“Bored now.” Willing her fangs to appear, she bit down on his neck, holding his struggling figure to her as she pulled as she pulled at his blood. It was bitter with years of alcohol consumption, but she forced herself to continue drinking. His death would save any unsuspecting female he'd ever wander across in the future.

Drinking until his heart grew faint and stopped, she let his body drop on the ground. Her teeth tinted red with his blood, as were her lips. Willow's tongue ran over her lips, gulping down the remaining blood before sneering at her victim and giving him a kick for good measure.

“Try raping someone now you bastard.” She taunted the dead body, glad to finally be able to let out some steam. “And for the record, your blood tasted like cheap wine.”

Sitting back down on the bench, she leaned back comfortably, eyeing the body with morbid satisfaction. Years ago the fact that she'd killed someone would have horrified her, yet four years had changed her from the bookish nerd to the Queen of the French Undead. She felt no remorse for this pathetic mortal.

“I wonder, should I leave you here to be found by someone? Or do I do something to your body?” She growled. “Slutty will link this death to Spike no doubt. The bitch will use this as an excuse to dust yet another childe of mine.” Shaking her head in anger at the thought she willed a ball of black fire to appear in her outstretched palm, and with a flick of her wrist the ball of fire flew towards the man, his body catching afire.

Getting up and stretching lazily, Willow gave the body a last look before walking away leisurely, never once realizing that her actions had been witnessed.

Entering his room, Angel collapsed on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. He'd followed Spike and Willow, doing his best to ensure that neither sensed his presence, and it seemed to work. Spike had left Willow alone, in the middle of the night, in Sunnydale, and Angel had been furious at what he considered carelessness on his grandchilde's part.

Sure enough someone attacked her once she was alone and distracted—but before Angel could defend his redhead he'd frozen in shock when not only had Willow defended herself effortlessly, but he'd watched in fascination as fangs suddenly appeared from the corner of her lips (without her face changing to that of a demon!) and buried themselves into her attacker's neck.

It would seem that in minutes she'd drained the bastard who would have raped her, and let his body drop to the ground.

The dark haired vampire had watched in fascination as Willow stood in the moonlight, red hair falling in wisps into her pale face, eyes completely black, lips and teeth tinted red from her victim's blood. Her fangs were sharp, droplets of blood forming at the tips before she licked them away.

He'd never been as hard as he was at that moment.

She was magnificent.

He'd followed her to her hotel, and found out at the front desk which room `Mister and Missus William Ashton' were staying in. It irked him that she was pretending to be Spike's wife.

Remembering her effortless and artful kill, Angel smirked in pride. It would seem that Spike had been paying attention to the lessons he'd given him when a young childe, because he'd taught Willow well.

Pride for both his grandchilde and mate filled his soul, before he growled at the remembrance that they were probably in bed fucking their brains out…and here he was, imagining them---dying to join and not being able to.

For now.

Angel smirked a purely Angelus smirk.

Willow and Spike obviously had a hidden agenda in coming to Sunnydale, even if no one else realized it. And there was someone else helping them, someone they affectionately called `pup'. Angel would bet his unlife that this `pup' character was none other than the man he'd seen in Willow's room that day, the Daniel Osbourne character who'd disappeared the same day as his redhead.

A foggy memory of himself calling someone `pup' flickered through his mind, and Angel sat up in bed.

Was he beginning to remember what had happened to him after he'd lost his soul?

Even though it'd be helpful if he was, Angel didn't care. He'd get back his mate and grandchilde and remind them just who they belonged to—whether they liked it or not.

He hadn't been joking when he'd told Willow that even with a soul he was Angelus, deep down inside.

And Angelus was planning.

Tomorrow…

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