Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction ❯ Her New Family ❯ Vicus Pays A Visit ( Chapter 16 )

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

Vicus comes to Willow with distubring news, and more than someone listens in on the 'private' conversation.

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: 10.1K | Visits: 386 | Status: Completed

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“Who to choose?” Cordelia whispered to herself as they sat in the farthest table in the Bronze, cradling their drinks, not really indulging in the vice…except Spike…who'd just finished coming back from the bar once more.

Angel sat to Willow's right, arm wrapped seemingly carelessly over the top of her chair, yet to the males that chanced a look in her direction it sent a clear message: mine. “Just choose one Cordelia. They are all walking blood banks that will taste a hell lot better than pig's blood—which you'll be drinking if you don't just pick one already!”

Oz perked visibly at that thought.

Willow raised an eyebrow at that. While she desperately wanted to believe that Angel was hers once again, that they were now the family that they should never have stopped being—that he wasn't secretly on Buffy's side—she'd seen what he'd done to Darla, to his own sire, for Buffy. Who said that he wasn't playing doubles again?

“You're no fun.” Cordelia scowled at him, folding her arms over her chest.

“Desperate times calls for me to agree so many times in one night with the ponce.” Spike mumbled over his vodka. “But if you don't bloody pick someone I swear I'll--.”

“You want to dance?”

Angel and Spike both growled at the newcomer.

Looking around her at the voice, Willow smiled at the handsome man who'd braved her self-appointed guardians and their glares. “Sure.” Reaching for his hand, she ignored Angel and Spike, who both growled warningly at her. El Impacto, the Daddy Yankee ft. Fergie remix blared as they made their way to the dance floor.

Neither spoke as they danced, sharing flirtatious smiles every now and then. Willow was more than grateful to be away from the Table of Tension, as she'd silently named it, and enjoyed the beat of the music, and the feel of neutral hands on her hips as they whined up together. She'd chosen to wear a mini black leather shirt and an off the shoulder red shirt with the emblem of a female hand showing `the finger'.

The Dance Floor Anthem by Good Charlotte began, and Willow shook her head of loose curls (compliments of Cordelia), at how ironically appropriate it was as she stole a gaze over at the T.O.T., where Cordelia was chatting to a very reluctant looking Oz, and Spike and Angel glared at both her and her dance partner.

She didn't want to be in love, not with Angel.

And many times she wished she wasn't with Spike either.

But she was.

Hell. She was love's bitch, not Spike!

“So, which is the boyfriend and which the brother?” Her dance partnered asked with an amused chuckle as they continued to dance, both seeming entertained making the vampires jealous.

“What makes you think I have either?” She quipped as Unfaithful by Rihanna started. The slow, trance-like, slow song set a somber feeling in her she didn't enjoy as they danced it, his hands at her waist, hers around his neck.

“Well, jealousy like that is usually either brotherly protectiveness or lover possessiveness.”

She chuckled, enjoying this conversation more than she should. “And what made you such an expert in love and the way it's expressed?”

“Don't wanna answer, huh?” He laughed at the expression she gave him. “Well, I guess you can call me an expert observer.”

“Hmmm. What else have you observed then?” Willow asked as she leaned her head against his chest. Had the song started up again?

“That you're a far way from home, my Queen.”

Her head shot up at that, green eyes wide. “Wh-what did you call me?”

“ I'm sorry that I had to pretend, but I was told that I was to speak to you in private.” His smile was large at her expression of shock, but it quickly turned serious. “I was sent by Vicus, my Queen. He is here in Sunnydale and is in urgent need to see you.”

“Vicus?” She pulled apart, not noticing how her actions agitated her two possessive vampires, who both had misread her body language as fear and not concern. “Where is he?”

“He's in the Park, my lady.”

She nodded and turned to leave before turning back to him with a raised eyebrow. “Had we been in France your hands would have been cut off for touching me like that.”

“I know my lady.”

She laughed and shook her head at his unrepentant expression. “I can see why Vicus sent you. Meet me in the back of the Bronze. I'll be there in a moment.”

Heading back towards the table, she ignored the rest and sat on Spike's lap, to the surprise of all. Playing with her fingers in his hair, she trailed kisses up his neck to his ear, where she whispered. “That was a messenger from Vicus.”

To his credit, Spike maintained his smug smirk in Angel's growling direction, even running his hand up her bare thigh.

“He's here in Sunnydale, he needs to see me. I need you to take charge of Cor's training, and keep Angel busy. I give you permission to use whatever barb to fight with him and keep him here.”

He chuckled darkly before pulling her face to his, pretending to kiss her, while all the while he spoke against her lips. “Not that I'm complaining luv, but why aren't you telling His Gellness the truth?”

“How do we know that we can really trust him?” She asked the question he was more than happy to leave unanswered.

“Take care Red.” He whispered back before capturing her mouth in a real kiss, leg traveling up her thigh to squeeze her ass. “And remind Vicus you're mine.”

Laughing against his lips at his jealousy over the mutual attraction she shared with her demon mentor, Willow stood again. “I'm going to go to the bathroom. Cor, try pick someone before sunrise.”

“Yes mummy.” Looking properly chastised, Cordelia ignored everyone (to their immense joy!) and went to the task at hand.

Willow headed towards the direction of the bathroom, and then switched once the crowd of dancers hid her from Angel's suspicious eyes.

Leaving through the back door, she smiled at the messenger as he leaned against the wall. “Let's go.”

“Yes my Queen.” They walked together in the darkness, never noticing the door opening after them, and an inquisitive and worried Riley Finn following.

“Him.” Cordelia pointedly excitedly to a tall, handsome redhead that wore a varsity jersey and danced with a petite blonde. “I want him.”

Angel raised an eyebrow at the man, who could have posed for magazines. “I see that being dead hasn't changed your taste in nearly effeminately pretty men. Then again, there was that time with Xander---.”

“Don't remind me.” Cordelia grumbled, mood drastically deteriorating with that comment.

“You and Harris?” Oz snorted, trying to imagine that and not being able to. “In what alternate reality did that happen?”

“He's laughing at me! Him! Mr. Goth-King wannabe! And Mister Gellman too!” Pout turning dangerous when she noticed that Angel was doing his best not to chuckle, she glared at Spike, who was outright laughing at her. “I'm going to tell mommy about all of you—but especially you daddy!”

The mouthful of vodka the blonde vampire had been about to swallow spurted out of his mouth and onto the table.

“Eeewww.” Cordelia made up her face at him.

“What the bloody hell?” Spike exclaimed, running the back of his hand over his mouth. “I'm not your daddy you stupid bint!”

“Can she just eat the idiot so we can get out of here?” Oz groaned, obviously bored and desperate to leave. “The music sucks and so does the company.”

Cordelia seemed to be the only one who didn't realize he was talking about her, because she readily agreed before asking if they shouldn't wait for Willow.

“No.” Spike answered a little too quickly, noticing Angel's gaze turn even more suspicious as it fell on him. “She'll be proud when she comes back from the ladies little room and see that you've caught your first.”

Brightening visibly at that, Cordelia stood and was about to make her way to the man when she paused and turned to Spike. “How do I do this?”

The blonde vampire nodded towards Angel. “Let the poof tell you how it's done—that is—if he still remembers.”

Angel growled at him, took the bait, and began to explain to Cordelia the rules of hunting, giving her examples of how female vampires usually lured their victims.

Smirking proudly at how he'd distracted Angel easily, Spike's gaze wandered to the door and he frowned, worried. Vicus wouldn't have come to Sunnydale if something important hadn't forced him to, and if there was something Vicus couldn't handle himself, it had to be bad.

Be careful Red. He whispered to himself, and looked at Angel with a raised eyebrow when the other vampire nudged his shoulder.

Angel nodded his head towards the dance floor.

“Got a crick in your neck?” He asked lazily, pretending ignorance.

Oz snickered from his seat across from them. “He's trying to say that the Childe-Wonder is on the move.”

Turning in his seat, Spike watched as Cordelia made her way through the throng with surprising grace and lightness of feet. He grudgingly had to admit that few vampires, especially newborns at that, had such grace. Still, the blonde was loathed to admit that Red might have made a good decision in siring the bint.

In seconds Cordelia had managed to steal the man's attention from his now fuming dance partner.

“I hate to say this.” Oz remarked as Cordelia and the stranger began to dance. “But she's not half bad.”

“When her mouth's shut.” Spike chuckled darkly. “Think we can somehow sew her mouth together without Red breaking our necks for doing it?”

The vampire and werewolf thought of the possibility with genuine smiles lighting their faces, before sighing and shaking their heads with a sigh. “Nah.” They both concluded with disappointed.

“Willow's taking a little long in the bathroom.” Angel announced evenly.

That alone warned Spike that his grandsire was beginning to suspect that their redhead had left the building.

“You know females mate.” Spike snorted, but not before sharing a look with Oz. “Spend bloody all night in front of the mirror. It's a Vice all females can't get away from and sometimes need to revisit.”

Oz's eyes narrowed, suddenly realizing that something was happening—Cordelia's endless prattle in his ear had kept him from noticing anything before. He also understood the hidden message that Angel just considered Spike's nonsense.

The werewolf frowned. Spike had always bothered Vicus by calling him Vice, and the thought that the demon was here in Sunnydale and needed to see Willow was bothersome. Something must have happened in Meaux.

He stood, realizing that for some reason Angel was being left out, and not having any problem with it. “I'll go to the bathrooms and see if she's okay.” He announced, trying to buy them some more time. “You two keep an eye on the Childe-Wonder, she's leaving with the victim.”

Angel and Spike looked in Cordelia's direction. Sure enough, she was leading the man outside with a seductive grin.

“Not bloody bad.” Spike reluctantly growled as both he and Angel stood, making their way through the throng.

“Vicus.” Willow called as she saw the demon standing with his back towards her, bathed in the soft moonlight.

Turning, Vicus' face was grave as he came towards her and fell to his knee. “My Queen.”

Extending her hand in acknowledgement, she waited as he kissed it and brought it to his heart and then his forehead. “What is it Vicus? What brings you here? Is everything well? Has something happened to Darius?”

“No my Queen, Darius is well and sends his regards. It's only because of him that I was able to come here to see you.” Standing once more, Vicus placed his hand at the small of her back and maneuvered her away from his messenger, voice lowering. “But there is trouble brewing in Meaux. Your people are rebelling against us.”

“What?” She gasped, turning to him with indignation. “I didn't want to be their Queen! All I did was kill a couple of hundred that attacked me and then poof, I'm surrounded by demons, vampires and werewolves! They literarily come to me, proclaim me Queen (without giving me a say in it!) and expect me to govern them and deal with their old grudges and fights and temper tantrums! And now they dare rebel?”

Vicus smiled at her tenderly before clearing his throat, face serious once more. “Not against you, my Queen, against Darius and I.”

She was obviously confused. “But if they rebel against you two they rebel against me. You're my spokesmen.”

“They don't see it that way, my Queen.” He raised his hand as if to caress her cheek, then clenched his fist and pulled it back, allowing it to fall lifelessly to his side. “They believe we are keeping you from them, trying to take your place as rulers. They want to see you and know that you are well. The Parisian Order of Luna are threatening on sending someone to Sunnydale to make sure that you are actually here and that the vampires haven't done something malevolent to you. Darius considered that a personal affront and he and Malcolm nearly came to blows.”

Shaking her head, Willow sighed. “Why aren't I surprised that Malcolm would be one of the heads in this problem? Can't he just trust that Oz will take care of me?”

“You know he resents the pup for being your general. As Alpha Male of the clan he believes the honor should go to him.”

“And yet he wants me to mate with Oz?”

“I never said I understood wolves.” Vicus announced with amusement. “Nor vampires for that matter.”

“Me neither.” She chuckled humorlessly, going to sit on the bench with him. “I can't leave Sunnydale, we've only just arrived. But there has to be something I can do to assure the Order that I'm fine and keep them from doing something stupid.”

“Whatever it is it'll have to be done quick.” Vicus advised. “I don't trust them not to do something rash.” He paused, wry amusement written in his every feature. “I can't understand how you've managed to listen to the quibbles and squabbles and childlike arguments for so long and not take a vacation before. They're tiresome.”

She giggled ruthlessly. “You consider my mission a vacation? I hardly consider planning the murder of the Slayer that killed my favored as playtime.”

All humor was erased from his face. “How is that going?”

“Things---have been complicated.” She sighed, leaning her head against his shoulder. “I've managed to sire someone.”

He tensed. “How is that possible? You're not even dead!”

“I know. It—things aren't going as I planned.”

“Does it have anything to do with the new claim you have marked on your throat?” He paused. “Or should I say the reclaim?”

She stiffened. “In part.” Realizing that he was waiting for her to explain, she did. “Angelus…Angel…things aren't as we expected them to be. The Scoobies, they aren't this big family anymore, and I actually sired one of them.”

“Does the Slayer--?”

“She seems to have no clue about anything if it doesn't directly concern her.” Willow snorted. “And I haven't seen the others since I've come, other than Cordelia of course.”

“The one you sired?”

“Yes. I had no other choice. Dru—Dru somehow contacted Cordelia through a dream and gave her her gift. But the visions were made for the brain of a demon and Cordelia's couldn't take it. I had to kill and sire her or let her die.”

“And she'd be more useful undead.” Vicus concluded. “How are Spike and Oz taking the two new members?”

“Not well.”

“I can imagine. Neither were too happy with Darius and I at first. I imagine Spike must resent Angelus and Oz Cordelia. Both would be trying to replace them as mate and childe and both have stronger claims. Angelus was your first claim, and Cordelia is your first true childe. That relegates Spike and oz to second place in the demon archaic system.”

“They're irreplaceable and they should know that. Cordelia and Angel are just an addition. It's not a competition.”

“They're males, My Queen.” This time he did caress her cheek softly. “Everything is a competition.”

“My Queen.” The messenger stepped forwards. “Someone is here.”

Watching as Cordelia drained her first, Spike frowned, wondering why she was taking such a bloody long time at it. Oz had joined them after assuring them that Willow was `in the bathroom' and he'd decided to be `look out' just in case anyone, especially a Scooby or the Slayer, happened to arrive.

Turning to Angel, the blonde frowned when he noticed the place the gelled vampire had been standing in last he'd checked was vacant. “Ponce?” He called, frowning and then cursing when he realized that the poof had slipped by him while he'd been entertained watching Cordelia bumble through her first kill.

“Damn that bloody ponce!” He hissed, and then glared at Cordelia. Willow had put him in charge, and asked him to supervise Cordelia's first kill—and now thanks to that he couldn't leave her there and charge after the bloody poof to keep him from doing something stupid.

He suddenly smirked. What good leader didn't know how to delegate? “Hey pup!”

Riley Finn thought he'd been discovered when the vampire lookout said that there was someone there. He'd trailed Willow and the stranger because he knew from experience that vampires tended to lure their victims into the darkness, but after trailing them for a minute or so he'd realized that this was no ordinary luring. No. Willow seemed quite safe, protected actually.

That'd added to his confused state and he'd sensed a demon before actually seeing him. At first he'd thought that the minion had brought a sacrifice to its master, but when said `master' went on his knees in front of Willow…well…that confused the mortal so much he failed to act on principle and kill the vampire and demon, and maybe even Willow.

The Initiative were strict on their policies, they had a rule and regulation for everything. But not about fucking your best friend's girlfriend, huh?

The anger and resentment he felt towards Nate McGuire was probably what made him stay hidden, listening as the demon spoke. While he didn't hear much, he did get the fact that this demon kept calling Willow “My Queen”, as did the vampire minion when he said that someone was there.

Riley was about to step forth and ask Willow what the hell she'd been doing these last four years when a figure emerged from the shadows to his right and his eyes narrowed when he noticed the dark haired man who'd been with Willow in the Bronze, the one who didn't feel right, the one he felt he somehow knew.

Both Willow and the demon stood, the latter taking a protective stance before her.

The man shook his head in disgust. “I could kill you in a second, demon.”

“What are you doing here Angel?” Willow asked, obviously unpleased with his presence there, and more than a little nervous.

“Angelus?” The demon turned to Willow as he asked this. “He is Angelus, the once Scourge of Europe?”

Riley's eyes widened. Of course! Angelus the Scourge of Europe! He'd had to study up on him while undergoing training at the Initiative. His whole unlife was laid out before them as a way of showing how truly horrible vampires could be if not controlled. Him, and William the Bloody of course.

“Where's Spike?” Willow asked, the demon stepping aside now that they knew whom the intruder was.

“Really Little One it's disappointing to see how much you two truly underestimate me.” Angelus smirked in derision. “I sired William, and spent centuries with him. I know when he's trying to distract me. Plus,” He added, smirk growing darker. “he's a horrible actor.”

“I bloody am not!” A cockney accent announced, clearly insulted, as a peroxide blonde appeared from the shadows. “I just had a lot on my mind is all.” As an after thought he nodded at the silver-hair demon. “Vice.”

“Vicus.” The demon muttered under his breath before nodding back. “Spike.”

By now Riley couldn't have moved even if all his team members were behind him screaming for him to get on with it. First the Scourge of Europe and now William the Bloody? Why hadn't he made the connections before at the Bronze? He'd studied them for crying out loud!

And what thehell was Willow doing hanging around the two worst vampires in history?

She was alive—that much he knew. So---?

“Since I'm the only one who doesn't know who this demon is, I think it's only right for him to introduce himself.” Angelus growled.

“ I am Vicus Lessander.” The demon told him proudly. “Mentor of her Highness.”

“Her Highness?” Angelus asked with a raised eyebrow. “Who is she and what does she have to do with my mate?”

“Our mate you bloody ponce.” Spike hissed.

Riley nearly fainted. WHAT?

The demon looked at Willow in surprise. “You mean he doesn't know?”

“Doesn't know what?” The growl that escaped the Scourge's lips was feral and menacingly. “What haven't I been told?”

“That you should lay off the hair gel.” Spike quipped.

“William…”

“Oi, what did I tell you about calling me that?” The blonde vampire growled back.

“You two stop.” Willow growled back at them, her eyes flashing amber in annoyance. Turning to Vicus she sighed. “I'm sorry you have to witness them acting like two year olds.” That earned her an angry snarl from both vampires…which she ignored to Riley's continual surprise. “Go back to Darius and I will call you tomorrow night with some answer to our problem.”

“As you wish, my Queen.” Kissing her hand, the demon turned to the minion. “Come. We leave at once.”

Willow turned to the Scourge and the Bloody. “We have to talk, but not here.” She paused and turned to Spike. “Where are Cordelia and Oz?”

“ I left them at the Bronze. The pup knows to take the bint back to the Mansion when she's done feeding.”

“Willow…” The Scourge growled. “I'm waiting for an explanation.”

“I said not here.” She growled at him, her amber eyes bleeding black.

Riley's eyes widened. That just wasn't normal.

Willow stomped away.

“Now you've done it.” William the Bloody turned to his Grandsire. “You don't want to anger her, mate. Trust me, you won't last the night if you do.”

Ignoring that, Angelus the Scourge of Europe stalked the redhead, William the Bloody following behind him at a more sedate pace.

Once he was sure they were gone, Riley emerged from the shadows, confusion written all over his face. So, Cordelia was a vampire—somehow sired by an alive Willow, whose eyes changed to amber and black, and was the mate of both Angelus the Scourge of Europe and William the Bloody. She had another person with her called the pup, (the name screamed werewolf! to him) and she also had demons under her control…demons that referred to her as My Queen.

He should go and report this to the Board immediately.

But he didn't.

Instead, Riley Finn made his way back to the Bronze, heart torn by the woman he'd secretly loved despite her being only `his job', confidence destroyed by the man he'd considered his best friend and mentor, and mind plagued by the seemingly innocent and defenseless Willow Rosenberg.

“I need a drink.”

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