Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction ❯ Her New Family ❯ A Childe Is Born ( Chapter 15 )

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

Riley is disgusted and heart-broken when he discovers Buffy and Nate.

Willow is elated with how she's reconnected with Angel, and with her new Childe Cordy, whom she's going to teach to hunt right away.

The only thing they have in common is their destination: The Bronze

Non Anime: Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Occult / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.06.2007 | Pages: 8 | Words: 10.3K | Visits: 520 | Status: Completed

Disclaimer: I don't own.Joss does.

Warning: Willow/Angel action.

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Getting up from Cordelia's still warm body, Willow licked her lips of the other woman's surprisingly sweet blood. Her body hummed with the power she'd manipulated, and now that it was sated with blood, she felt at ease, and incredibly horny. The redhead smiled up at the two handsome vampires in the room, looking at her with horror and arousal.

She forced herself to ignore Angel and allowed her eyes to roam Spike, smirk growing when she met his gaze and saw the responding lust. “Spikey?” She whispered seductively, coming towards him, purring. “Why don't we go somewhere while we wait on Cor?”

Angel growled.

“Anything you want, luv.” Spike murmured as he reached out and pulled her to him. The blonde was about to capture her lips with his when he suddenly stilled and pulled away with a snarl when what she said penetrated the haze of his arousal. “You sired her!?!”

“Of course I did.” Willow frowned, wondering why his demon roared angrily and he pushed her away. “Hey! What's your problem?”

“How—what—why would you bloody do that?” Spike exclaimed, eyes narrowed as he took a menacing step towards her.

“You thought I drained her just for the heck of it?” Willow responded anger with fury, glaring up at him. “Why would I do that?!?”

“Why would you sire that thing?” Spike challenged.

“Because if I didn't she would have died! The visions were for demons, clearly you realized that she was going through horrifying pain because her brain couldn't take it!” Poking him with her finger to emphasis each word, she didn't flinch when Spike grabbed her finger and squeezed it deliberately painfully.

“Who cares if she lives?” Spike wanted to know, jealousy flaring once more. He had no problem with Oz, he could deal with the ponce, but the cheerleader?

“Dru gave Cor her powers to help us, you ass! Everything would have been a waste of time and pain if I just let her die!” She shifted her gaze to Angel, expecting condemnation in his dark eyes and surprised to find him angry at Spike for his outburst, but respectfully staying out of the fight between the mates. “I—I gave her a choice. She chose to be turned. I wouldn't have forced her if she hadn't accepted my offer.”

“Of course the bloody bint would choose to be turned by the most powerful---.” Clamping his mouth shut at the look Willow gave him, realizing that he had almost let everything out in anger, Spike growled. “I'm going out!”

“It's day Einstein.” Willow snapped as he turned to leave.

“Tunnels!” He growled back, slamming the door shut behind him.

Kicking the door in anger, Willow twirled and leaned against it, eyes flashing gold as she snarled, looking up at the ceiling. “Why do I put up with him?” She asked no one in particular, closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath, trying to calm her anger.

“He's jealous.”

Opening her golden eyes at that, she turned to look at Angel curiously. She hadn't really registered that she was in the mansion until this moment, and the shock left her silent. “What am I doing here?”

“Asking the ceiling why you put up with Spike.” He answered with a smirk as he leaned against the poll, folding his arms over his chest, gaze on her.

She couldn't help it. She laughed. “I meant what am I doing here? At the mansion?”

“Well, you destroyed the hotel room, so we brought you here. And this is your home.”

Her eyes hardened, all laughter gone. “This used to be my home. It's not anymore.”

Angel let that slide without comment as he continued to examine her. “Mind explaining what happened in the hotel, Little One? I got enough out of Spike to be sure that not only have you grown into your powers, but that Spike's still soulless, which means that you must have placed some mimic spell on him. Due to his behavior towards you, my best guess is that Daniel Osbourne is a werewolf and a sort of bodyguard of yours—which makes me wonder why you would need a bodyguard. I also figured out that you've spent some time in France, and that you lied. You are here to kill the Slayer.”

Willow frowned, pounding the back her head against the wood of the door in frustration. Angel wasn't an idiot, she shouldn't have underestimated him just because he had a soul. Hell. She had a soul. Even if she liked to pretend she didn't.

Damn Spike and his angry blabbering! Thanks to him Angel was going to warn Buffy about their plan—and Willow didn't know if she could force herself to kill Angel before he did so—if she killed him she'd lose all hope of ever seeing Angelus again.

Hells bells, she could now understand why Buffy would never stake Angelus.

Irony was such a bitch!

“And I don't particularly remember you having the ability to sire.”

It was the Irish brogue that slipped in every two words that brought her out of her angry inner tirade, and she looked up at him in surprise, gulping at the darkly intense look in his eyes as Angel watched her hungrily. Those eyes, they were Angelus', as was the way he smirked when he realized how her body reacted towards him, even if her mind was still rebelling.

“A-Angel?” Cursing herself for stammering, Willow nervously licked her lips, body trembling when he followed the action with his gaze.

“Yes, Little One?” He purred, coming towards her, pinning her against the door with his mere presence.

He might respond to the name Angel, but he was completely Angelus. Willow trembled harsher, wondering why she hadn't noticed it before.

No! It isn't there! You're just imagining it because you're so horny you WANT him to be Angelus!

But there was no denying it when his eyes locked on hers that there was recognition within her body. The blood in her body began to boil, and Willow gave a cry of surprise and jerked her hand over his faint bite marks upon her neck, which now throbbed visibly.

What the hell?

They'd never done this before! What was happening?

His chuckle was husky as he raised a hand to brush a wisp of blood-colored hair out of her face, allow his knuckles to caress her pale cheek, causing it to grow pink in a damning blush.

A gasp escaped Willow's lips when she felt his hand press against her thong, reminding her all too late that she was only wearing one of Spike's shirts. Lips parting wordlessly, her eyes closed in pleasure as his fingers caressed her through the black silk of her underwear.

“Open your eyes.” He ordered against her lips as his finger slipped under the flimsy material and into her moist, hot center easily. “Look at me Willow. Know that it's me who's doing this to you. Me.”

Obeying his orders, Willow opened her eyes and gave a cry of strangled pleasure when he rammed his finger into her harshly in reward. Her fingers curled around the front of his shirt in tight balls, crunching the material together. She leaned her forehead against his chest as he added another finger, forming a rhythm and fucking her slowly with his fingers.

“I'm still going to kill her.” Willow whimpered against his chest as he twisted his fingers inside her slightly so he could rub his thumb against her clit at the same time, causing the pleasure to become torturous.

Her wetness coated his fingers, and unknowingly she'd begun pushing thrusting down on them.

“And I'll help you.” He whispered before grabbing hold of her hair and jerking her head back, claiming her lips in a searing kiss that tore a tortured groan from both. Willow gave into the sensations and to the vampire eliciting them, and Angel basked in the aphrodisiac smell of his mate's arousal, in the feeling of her warmth closing around his fingers teasingly. “Do it…” He ordered against her lips.

“Do…what…?” She whimpered, desperate to reclaim his mouth on hers, to relive the dream that'd taunted her for four years.

“Fangs…I want to see your fangs…” And he stopped his movements inside her, silently threatening her with pulling his fingers out if she didn't comply.

“Don't…” She begged, pushing down as they began to withdraw from her. “Please…”

“Obey me, Little One.” He hissed seductively in her ear, nibbling on the shell.

“Damn you!” Her eyes, overcast with lust, closed as dainty little fangs appeared between her parted lips.

“You're so beautiful.” He moaned before crashing his mouth against hers once more, moving his fingers inside her again.

“Angel…” She whispered when he pulled away to allow her to breathe.

And just like that, the little control he had snapped. Growling, eyes flashing amber as he gripped her by her hair, Angel threw her down on the carpet, pouncing on her before she'd gotten over the shock of the fall.

Reacting to his aggressive kiss and fondling, Willow whimpered his name, alternating from calling him Angel and Angelus, moaning into his mouth as his fingers entered her once more and he fingered her furiously, thumb nearly bruising as it rubbed her clit in a circular fashion, bringing her to the brink…only for him to pull out.

“Angelus!” She nearly screamed in frustration at having been denied satisfaction.

“On your knees.” He hissed.

Willow complied, it didn't even cross her mind to disobey. Kneeling on the shag carpet, front lowered, she gasped as his cold hands grabbed hold of her ass and began to roughly massage her cheeks. The master of pain and pleasure continued his assault on her ass cheeks until he tore off her underwear and ran a long finger along her wet slit.

“Angelus…” Willow pleaded, pushing against the finger, trying to force it in her yet while he kept it pressed against her he made sure that it didn't enter her. “Angel!”

The sound of a zipper being lowered was like an angel's hallelujah chorus. “I'm going to fuck you, Willow. Not Spike, not anyone else you've had. Me. Angel. Angelus. Me.” And without further warning he plunged within her.

A scream erupted from her throat as he buried himself in her tight channel with one push. He pulled out completely, teasing her entrance with his head before plunging in unexpectedly, maintaining this until Willow was crying, tears of frustration welling in her, begging him to just fuck her straight, to stop torturing her.

“You want me to fuck you Little One?” He hissed, grabbing a hold of her hair, jerking her head back viciously, arching her neck near painfully. “What happened to I don't want youAngel?” He spat angrily, running the head of his cock up and down her puffed slit for good measure.

“I was lying.” She cried desperately, tears choking her words. “I was lying.”

“Who do you belong to, Little One?” His voice was smug, and so like Angelus that Willow couldn't fight it anymore. She didn't want to. She wanted to be his again.

“I'm Spike's…and I'm yours…” The redhead whimpered.

“That will do.” And he plunged in again, one arm around her stomach as he began to pump her in earnest, fiercely, so viciously she knew she'd have problems sitting for a couple of days—and she wouldn't have it any other way. The other hand kept a strong hold on her hair, keeping her neck arched painfully.

She sustained them up with her hands, as he pressed all his body weight on her, focused on fucking her tight hole as if there was no tomorrow.

Both lost to the sensations and Angel couldn't keep it anymore. He came hard and fast, spurting his cold seed inside of her, calling her name as he tugged back at her hair and morphed, burying his fangs in the throbbing marks he'd left on her skin four years ago.

Feeling him throbbing within her, knowing that he was cumming in her, having his fangs in her neck, reclaiming her, it drove Willow over the edge and triggered the orgasm Angel had denied her for so long that night. She screamed and dug her hands in the shag carpet, the world spinning at the intensity of her climax.

They continued thrusting softly against each other as they came down from cloud nine and collapsed together on the carpet, Angel still in her as he pulled her back against him, lapping at his mark on her skin.

“This doesn't change what I feel for Spike.” Willow whispered in a sleepy voice as she began to drift to sleep, exhausted by their intense coupling and her overuse of magic earlier. “I'm his too. He might be a jealous idiot at times, but I really love him.”

“I know, Little One.” Angel whispered against her neck. “And while I only want you for myself, I'll respect that.”

Willow fell asleep in his embrace, smile on her face.

Knowing that Cordelia wouldn't `awaken' for a couple of hours, Angel closed his eyes and decided that an hour's sleep wouldn't do him any harm.

Neither noticed the smell of smoke in the air, or the presence of the blonde leaning on the outside of the closed door, smoking.

“You better have a good reason for making me miss my date with Riley.” Buffy warned as she jumped off of the tombstone and walked towards the tall, dark haired man who'd called her on her cellular and scheduled one of their impromptu meetings only minutes before Riley was supposed to come and pick her up.

“I assume you gave him a believable excuse for skipping on the love-fest.” Nate McGuire announced as he met her halfway. “I wouldn't want him becoming suspicious and following you here. How would you explain meeting his best friend and colleague in a cemetery after the dark?”

She growled, narrowing her eyes. “What do you want McGuire?” She'd had Giles research him and while they hadn't found much, they'd discovered that he did have money, and owned potato farms across Iowa and Idaho. Nothing about him seemed to add up. He was sexy and dangerous.

That was probably what she found so attractive.

“My, my, what a feisty tone you're using Summers.” He snarked. “You weren't using that tone when under me last week.”

Her face reddened and she quickly broke their eye-contact, heart racing. “Is that why you called me over here? For a `repeat performance'?”

“No, actually, but if you're offering who am I to say no?” Chuckling darkly at the glare she sent him, Nate went to look at a tombstone. “I'm here to speak to you as someone interested in the same things you are.”

“Oh?” Buffy asked, intrigued. “And what could we have in common, professor?”

“You'll have to call me that the next time.”

“Professor.” She tried to growl, but it came out more like a mewl.

He still didn't look up from the tombstone. “I've come to enlist your help, Slayer.”

Buffy's face went pale. “What—I don't know wh-what you're t-talking about!”

“You might be blonde, Summers, but you're not dumb…much.” Laughing at her `hey!', Nate finally turned to her. “I know all about you, Chosen One, and I want you…to join forces with me.”

“Why would I?” She wanted to know, honestly interested.

“You don't want to die before you reach twenty five, do you?” Nate taunted. “If you join forces with me and my boys, you'll live a long life, and you'll never have to worry about anything that goes bump in the night ever again. Isn't being the Slayer keeping you from doing things you really want?”

“How would you make this happen?” The blonde asked, mind flickering to Angel. He was still not speaking to her ever since she'd dusted Dru, but she understood the real reason. He was a vampire, and she was a Slayer—they'd never work. How many times had he told her that in the past?

“Come, let's continue this conversation somewhere else…somewhere more comfortable.” Placing his arm around her shoulder, he smiled evilly when she shivered at his touch.

It was hours later when Cordelia awoke. By the time Willow was dressed and sitting on a chair, reading a book she'd taken from Angel's library. The night had fallen and while she worried about Spike who hadn't returned yet, the redhead knew that he was just looking for a spot of violence to help calm him. He'd kill something and then come back and they'd be alright.

That was how their relationship worked.

“Hungry.”

Looking up from her book, Willow smiled at the dark haired woman in the sheer nightgown. “Hey. How are you feeling?”

“Hungry.” Cordelia complained again, before placing a hand to her head experimentally. “The voices are silent.”

“That's good to know.” Getting up the chair, she put down the book and went to the bed, sitting on the edge. “I'm going to feed you some of my blood, to strengthen you. Then I'm going to give you some of the bagged blood Angel has here.”

Cordelia nodded obediently, curls bouncing enthusiastically at the thought of food.

Bringing her own wrist to her mouth, she willed her fangs to appear and she bit down, blood appearing. “Here.” She thrust her wrist out under the nose of her childe, and winced when Cordelia pounced, her fangs piercing the already cut skin.

Sounds of pleasure and contentment escaped Cordelia's throat as she fed greedily.

“Enough.”

Surprisingly enough, unlike most newborns, Cordelia was able to curb her hunger and extracted her fangs from her sire's wrist, lapping at the bloodied wrist until it closed up on its own. She then looked up expectantly.

Nearly laughing at the I've-Been-A-Good-Girl-Where's-My-Prize look in those dark eyes, Willow reached over for the mug of blood she'd heated and placed on the table stand for when her childe awoke. “This will taste a bit different.”

Warned, Cordelia sniffed the mug suspiciously, making up her nose. “It smells horrible!” Seeing Willow's raised eyebrow she obeyed the unspoken command and downed the mug of blood, although when she was finished she made a face of disgust. “Yours was much better.”

“I'd hope so.” Willow laughed for the first time that evening. “That's pig's blood.”

“Eep!” Dropping the mug on the sheets, Cordy squealed. “That's gross!”

Laughing all out now, Willow shook her head realizing that her childe was going to be a handful. “Are you feeling stronger? Do you want more blood?”

“Yours?” Cordelia asked with a pleading and innocent expression.

“No.”

It fell into a pout. “Then no.”

Snickering, Willow reached for Cordelia's hand and pulled her out of bed. “Come, we should go out and hunt if you're strong enough. It'll be better for you to learn how to do it as soon as possible.”

“Will other people's blood taste as good as yours, mummy?” Cordy asked as she allowed the redhead to lead her towards the bathroom.

“You'll have to let me know by the end of the night.” Willow winked.

Spike watched as Willow led the bint around the house, changing into the clothes Oz had salvaged from their hotel room. The blonde vampire ignored Angel, who was repaying him in the same manner. He also ignored the chit as she chattered, following Willow like a puppy, asking her this and that, begging for attention and approval.

It was sick.

His jaw tensed. Why had Dru thought that this girl would be a good replacement? This—this—bint!?!?

His only consolation was that while Oz had taken care of Cordelia while she was alive, he avoided her now that she'd become a childe. The werewolf seemed just as resentful as Spike was at the fact that the cheerleader had been allowed into their tight-knit family so easily when they'd known others more worthy whom had been rejected immediately by their Matriarch.

Both he and Oz could grudgingly accept Angel…Willow had been his before she'd become theirs.

But this spoiled creature who was flaunting the fact that she was the first childe Willow had created? No. It was unacceptable and he refused to be conformed to the idea that she was now somehow related to him.

Why Dru? Spike sighed. Why did you have to go and leave us without even telling us? Why did you force this bint into our lives? Red wouldn't have sired her if you hadn't manipulated the circumstances to leave her no other choice.

Angel just seemed intrigued by the whole situation. He raised an eyebrow from where he sat in the darkness of the room, as Cordelia sat on the sofa, speaking while Willow applied makeup to her face now that she couldn't see her own reflection and put it on herself.

Dru had never bothered with makeup. She was a natural beauty.

“Where are we going for my first hunting lesson mummy?” Cordelia asked, clutching Miss Edith tight to her bosom in excitement.

Oz growled from besides Spike.

The blonde vampire nodded, understanding the rage he felt. That was Dru's name for Willow.

“Riley and Buffy are supposed to be on a date tonight, so I think it should be safe to go to the Bronze.” Willow responded. “Now stop talking or you'll look like a clown while I put on your lipstick.”

She shut up immediately.

“What about the moron and his girlfriend? Buffy would have told them already about you being back in town. Don't you think it'll raise questions we don't want asked if they see you with two known vampires, a werewolf, and a dead Cordelia?” Angel asked. He'd informed them about Anya, the ex-vengeance demon, and of other things about what had happened the last four years while waiting for Cordelia to awaken.

“He's right luv.” Spike spoke, hating to say it. The bastard had used Willow's horniness and their fight to his advantage and had slept with his redhead, (had reclaimed her if Spike's sense of smell had anything to say) but the thing that kept Spike from ripping Angel's throat out, and smile with pride, was remembering Red telling the ponce that it didn't change her feelings for him, that she loved him, she was still his.

She's still mine. He smiled at that thought.

“I could sniff out the joint and see if they are there.” Oz offered sourly, reluctant to help their newest member in any way, but his expression lightened when Willow beamed at him.

“Would you? Thank you Oz.” Willow smiled, getting up and going to ruffle his hair affectionately. “You're always so good to me.”

“Anything for you, mum.” He smiled back hesitantly.

Cordelia pouted from the sofa, yet kept quiet like Willow had ordered.

“Why don't we all go and make it our first family outing?” Willow asked, looking at her men, and frowning at their obvious reluctance. “Oh, come on. What if I need protection from the Slayer?” She asked slyly. The minx knew she was in a room of overly-protective males.

Oz growled.

Angel stood rapidly at the thought.

Spike shook his head, yet smirked, proud, he'd taught her the art of manipulation and she'd learnt quite well. “Let's get this bloody outing over and done with.”

She shot him a smile and a wink before returning her attention to Cordelia when the woman stood, offering the dark haired woman her hand. “Come, Cor.”

“Yes mummy.” Sending Oz a superior look over her shoulder as Willow led her to the front door, Cordelia decided at the last moment that Miss Edith would prefer to stay in, and left her on the mantel by the front door. “Behave.” She wagged her finger at the doll before following Willow out into the darkness.

Riley cradled his beer as he watched the dancers in the Bronze, though he wasn't really seeing them. He saw Buffy, pretty, beautiful, apparently sweet and innocent Buffy, with Nate in his office at the Initiative. If Riley hadn't gone back to give his weekly report he wouldn't have ever known that Buffy knew about the Initiative—or that she was fucking his boss and best friend.

Best friend.

Closing his eyes, Riley told himself that it shouldn't hurt so badly. She'd just been a job, a job.

Maybe if he continued repeating that he would one day believe it.

Hearing a familiar laugh, he was brought out of his musings and turned to look through the crowd, surprised to see Willow. But she wasn't alone. She was with three men (who were glaring at everyone around them) and, and, Cordelia Chase?

Riley frowned darker.

Buffy had told him about Cordelia and Willow's relationship in the past—and it'd been tentative at best. And here they were—holding hands? Giggling together?

And there was something off with all of Willow's friends. Something was especially wrong with Cordelia.

His frown darkened as he maneuvered himself so that they wouldn't see him.

I better keep an eye on them…just in case…

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