Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction ❯ Her New Family ❯ Tara ( Chapter 17 )

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

Spike and Angel remember--err--a night Spike all-too-quickly blames on drunkeness, Cordelia has her first vision, and Willow and her Pup go on a rescue mission.

Non Anime: Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Occult / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.06.2007 | Pages: 7 | Words: 9.3K | Visits: 375 | Status: Completed

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WARNING

1) Some Angel/Willow fluff

2) Some Angel/Spike `bonding' semi-explicit.My first m/m scene(no matter how brief) so please go easy on me!I was surprised to find while surfing the net at work that Joss admitted that Angel and Spike HAD been intimate in the past as Angelus and William the Bloody)

3) Some f/f…but very very very little

4) …and a little surprise!

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“I'm waiting.” Angel growled from where he stood, leaning in the darkest corner of the living room. He'd managed to wait until they'd made it back to the Mansion on Crawford Street, and even managed to not snarl at Oz and Cordelia when they arrived, but he was about to explode with fury, and if Willow didn't start explaining soon he'd rip someone's throat out—preferably Spike's.

“And why should I tell you?” Willow rounded on him, eyes completely black in her anger. “How do we know we can trust you?”

“I'm here, aren't I?” He roared back, sick of their distrust.

“You were there for Spike and Dru when trying to get information out of them for Buffy and, and…” Her voice croaked and she turned away, but not before he saw her eyes return golden, flashing in pain. “you were there for Darla before you staked her…once again…for Buffy. What's the difference between Darla and I? Nothing.”

“There's a huge difference, Little One.” Angel's fury died instantly as he finally understood what caused his mate to act the way she did. She was frightened, worried to fully trust him once more, terrified to let him into her heart once more for the possibility that he was only with them to help Buffy.

“No. There isn't.” She sniffled.

“Come along now you two wankers.” Spike surprised Angel as he ordered Cordelia and Oz out of the room, following them and giving Willow and his Grandsire time alone.

Placing his hands on her shoulders, Angel sighed. “Willow, it's completely different.” He kept his hands there even when she tried to shrug them off. “Darla chose me, I had no choice in my siring. But I chose you. And before you go and say that Angelus chose you, I'll remind you that we are the same person, we're the same essence.”

She stilled. “Angelus told me something different that the first night he came to my room.” She wiped at her eyes, back still to him. “His precise words were: `while we may be in essence two different people, we share the same body'.”

Angel chuckled softly, beginning to massage her tense shoulders softly. “I remember that.” He confessed, surprising her. “I remember my hatred towards my soul, wanting to deny that that could actually be me. But it is. And I've learnt to accept that.”

“You—you remember?” She whispered. “But I thought--.”

“I don't know what you did in the hotel, but when those green tongues of fire threw me back I suddenly remembered everything.” Angel whispered against her hair, inhaling her intoxicating scent. “It's me, Little One. It really is me. I'm only yours and I'm here to stay. Whether you want me here or not.”

She softly chuckled at that, turning in his embrace, eyes now green and wide with hope. “Is it really you, Angelus?”

“It is, Little One, and I know that'll it take more than me reassuring you to convince you completely,” he raised his hand and trailed his knuckles down her cheek softly. “but if I have to tear the Slayer's throat out to do so—then so be it.”

“But I thought Buffy was your `one true love'.”

He scoffed at what he used to believe. “We were only using each other. I was with her to try and redeem myself in everyone's eyes—`hey, if the Slayer's with him then, come on, he must be different'. You know? And at one point I might have actually begun to believe my own lie, but Angelus being set free was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Tears brimmed in her eyes, yet she was refusing to let them fall.

“If he hadn't—I'd never have realized that you were there, you, my true destiny.” Cupping her face with his hands, Angel brushed hesitant and cautious kisses against her face, ready to pull back if she showed any sign of reluctance towards his touch. “You're mine, Willow. And I am yours. Forever. And no Slayer or anyone will ever change that. All I'm asking is a fair chance to prove that to you.”

Willow closed her eyes, a few rebellious tears making their way down her pale cheek. “Okay.” She whispered, voice choked with emotion. “I'm going to trust you—completely this time. I—I really do want you to be telling the truth.”

His smile was radiant as he softly tilted her face and brought his lips to hers in a tender, love-filled kiss, putting all his heart into it, trying to convey all he felt for her in that action.

When they tasted salt and blood in their mouths as they kept the kiss soft and loving, both realized that they were openly crying.

Someone cleared his throat. “As much as I would really like to puke at the moment, I have to stay long enough to interrupt.”

Angel growled low in his throat as he turned to Spike, annoyed that he'd interrupted them. “What?”

But Spike ignored him, turning to Willow, who was rapidly brushing away her tears. His expression turned tender as he looked at the redhead. “It's the bint. One minute she's stalking off to her room after exchanging some insults with Oz and the next she fainted.”

Willow gasped and raced out of the room, leaving the two vamps alone.

Spike breathed out a circle of smoke, eyeing him neutrally. “You break her heart again, and I will stake you, grandsire or not.”

“She's mine just as much as she is yours—even more according to the demoniac archaic system.” Angel reminded him evenly. “Just as much as you are mine.”

“I'm no one's ponce.” Spike spat. “When you left Dru, Darla and me all those centuries ago I was officially `emancipated' if you will. So I belong to myself—and Red. Not. You.”

“Then I'm going to have to remedy that—won't I?” Angel stalked towards him with determination, and before the blonde could figure out what he was up to, the dark haired vampire pinned him against the wall, smirking at his cry of outrage and his struggle to get free. “How I see it, Willow isn't the only one I'm going to have to reclaim.”

Spike's eyes widened at the implication, and despite being dead, his body managed to react by blushing. He gulped before glaring. “Don't you even bloody think about it Angelus!” Not noticing what he'd called the other vampire, the blonde continued to struggle to get out of his hold. “That was a one time thing—and we were both bloody wasted!”

“Really? Were we?” Angel asked in a husky voice, leaning his face towards his grandchilde, speaking in whispered tones in his ear. “Because I remember it quite well.”

Spike shivered, and his breathing grew more pronounced.

“I remember that cold mouth of yours around my cock, the feel of your tongue…” He continued to whisper, the Irish brogue slipping in every other word as he reached down and grabbed Spike's dick through his leather pants. “Yousure you don't remember riding me? My cock pounding your tight little hole? Don't remember begging me to ram you harder?”

Spike hissed in pleasure, closing his eyes as Angel's fingers teased him over the leather.

“Spike! Angel! I'm going out!” Willow's voice from downstairs brought them apart fast like a bullet.

“What?!?” Both cried out, pushing past the other as they strode out of the room and reached the top of the stairs in time to see the front door slamming shut.

Cordelia pouted angrily at the door.

Oz was no where to be seen.

They both wanted to rush out after Willow, but morning was dawning, and neither fancied becoming a pile of dust—especially with how interesting things were starting to become.

“Where the bloody hell did she rush off to?” Spike asked Cordelia, who continued to pout angrily at the door.

“Mummy and puppy went to save her.” Cordelia spat out resentfully.

Angel raised an eyebrow at her apparent hatred towards this person. What female could have warranted the new vampire's absolute hate?

He suddenly frowned. “The Slayer?”

“No.” Cordy whispered, and both vampires were surprised when she sniffled, and tears of blood trailed down her cheeks. “Her.” Covering her face with her hands she ran up the stairs passed them and into her room, slamming the door behind her.

Spike and Angel frowned at each other. Who the hell was Willow out to save?

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When Willow rushed down from the bedroom she looked over the railing and saw Oz holding a limp Cordelia in his hands, taking her towards the sofa. The redhead hurried down the stairs towards them, reaching them when Oz placed Cordelia's down.

“What happened?” She whispered, placing her hands on Cordelia's cold face.

“I don't know mum.” Oz sounded worried and he knelt besides Willow, running his fingers down Cor's arm. “We—one minute we were fighting and the next she just fainted.”

Cordelia's eyes flew open and she jolted into a sitting position, placing a hand to her head and wincing. She ignored Willow and Oz, looking up at the ceiling and frowning deeply. “I won't do it.” She pouted at whatever it was she was listening to. “I won't.”

Oz and Willow, now more intrigued than worried, shared a quick look.

“She doesn't need another.” Cordelia continued to fight with this person only she could see and hear. “No she doesn't.” A growl escaped her painted lips. “You can't force me to tell them.” She quickly turned to look in Miss Edith's direction, mouth wide. “Y-y-you traitor!”

“Cor, sweetie?” Willow whispered, running her fingers through Cordelia's curls tenderly, bringing her attention back to them. “What's going on baby? Who are you talking to?”

Cordelia closed her eyes and leaned into the caress, purring softly until she jerked and glared up at the ceiling again. “No!”

“Cor?”

The dark haired beauty turned worried eyes on Willow. “I've been a good girl, right mummy? I—I hunted by myself and I've been good, right?”

“Of course Cor, you've been a very good girl.” Easing herself up onto the sofa, Willow held the trembling woman to her, resting her chin on Cor's head.

Oz looked guiltily down at Cordelia. “Mum's right Cor. You lured and fed from your first victim without any help from us. That's nearly unheard of from newborns.”

Her head shot up, her eyes wide in surprise, as if amazed that he was complimenting her. “Really, puppy?”

“Really.” He nodded, a genuine smile touching his lips at the expression of happiness that crossed her eyes at that.

Willow mouthed `thank you' to her adopted son, holding Cor closer and kissing the top of her head.

“See?” Cor asked the ceiling again. “She doesn't need another.” She whimpered in a pout. “But Drusilla! I have them too! Aren't I enough?” her scowl proved that she didn't like Dru's answer. “I—that's not fair! You wouldn't do that!” She paused. “Alright, maybe you would. But it's still not fair.”

“Cor?” Willow's heart clenched at the fact that Dru was communicating with Cordelia. How she missed her favored childe!

Cor sighed, lowering her head in defeat. “Dru says that mummy and puppy have to save the blonde witch. She mustn't die. Not tonight.”

Willow tensed. “Blonde witch? Amy?”

“No.” Cordelia pouted. “Another.” In a whisper she told them where the witch was supposed to be held by a group of rogue vampires. “Dru says you have to go now.”

“Thank you baby.” Pulling away softly, Willow tilted her childe's face and kissed Cordelia's nose before getting up and turning to Oz. “Come on.” She looked up at Angel's bedroom. “Spike! Angel! I'm going out!”

With that Oz and her hurried out.

Nate McGuire sat in his office, going over the information he'd gathered on Willow Rosenberg. He knew all about her life growing up, her family, her friends, and now he knew exactly everything that had happened the last four years.

He also knew that a demon spokesman of hers had appeared in Sunnydale last night, but his informant hadn't been able to get close enough to know what they'd been saying. He had, however, gotten a photograph of the meeting—which consisted of two vampires Nate had been surprised to discover were in Sunnydale as well. Angelus, the Scourge of Europe, and William the Bloody.

Of course, he'd seen Angelus once before, but hadn't known who he was at the time—to his own benefit.

The man he had trailing Willow said that it wasn't the first time he'd seen them together, and that it would seem that William the Bloody and Willow Rosenberg were together.

“We can't have that, now, can we?” He pulled off his glasses and wiped them before putting them back on. “We're going to have to do something about those two…we can't have two dangerous demons on the loose, now, can we?”

His cellular rang and he answered it. “McGuire.” Nate's eyes narrowed. “Just her and the dark haired guy? When did they leave the mansion? Yes. Trail them and keep me informed.” Ending the call, he frowned, the room still smelled of Buffy.

While he enjoyed fucking her, Nate didn't exactly wish to have memories of her after she left, especially not her smell, and especially not in his office. He had to do what he must to ensure the Slayer trusted him, and since Riley Finn had fallen in love with the girl and thus became useless in this task, he'd had to take it upon himself to do what the blonde couldn't.

It's a good thing Walsh and I never told him the REAL reason we need the Slayer.

Getting up from his desk, he pulled the worn pictures from his pocket. One was the picture he'd shown Walsh, but the other, the other was one he had only for himself.

Unfolding it, Nate McGuire looked at the faded picture of a young Willow Rosenberg, smiling innocently at the camera. Dressed in a pink suit and hair up in a ponytail, she was the perfect picture of childlike innocence—quite a contrast to the woman in the other picture surrounded by her demon followers.

In the bottom corner of the picture, her small cursive said: Always yours, Love, Willow.

“Always is an awful long time Willow.” He chuckled evilly, eyes flashing purple before returning to their turquoise color. Folding the picture and placing it back in his pocket, Nate took in a deep breath.

Soon.

When Oz kicked the doors to the crypt open, there were a couple of shrieks from below as sunlight drifted inside. The werewolf moved aside and Willow thanked him, eyes turning amber as she walked in before, her vampiric senses kicking in, allowing her to see easily in the blackness of the crypt.

Walking down the steps, duster trailing behind her, she raised her eyebrow at the sight that reached her when she made it to the bottom, her high heel boots meeting the concrete.

A group of thirty odd vampires were congregated below, not counting the countless piles of dust she saw.

“Oz, why don't you close the door?” She ordered, eyes on the huge, ugly creatures leering down at her. “I'm sorry, have I interrupted something?”

“Why, yes you have.” One of the largest growled at her. “But you can join. We're all hungry and you smell good.”

Oz growled protectively from behind her.

She raised her hand, silencing him immediately. Her amber eyes narrowed as they fell upon the crying, tied up humans that were huddling together in the corner. Many bloodless bodies littered the ground, and she stepped over one as she took a step towards the survivors. “Quite a banquet you boys have here. How did you capture all these people without the Slayer catching you?”

One to her right snickered. “She's been off her game for a while now. It's those soldier boys from the Initiative that we keep an eye out for.”

“The Initiative?” Who were these?

“Protectors of sweet little innocents like you darling.” Another chuckled. “They stalk the night grabbing demons of every kind and disappearing with them—never to be seen again.”

She raised her eyebrow. This could prove to be a problem. “Yes, well, as informative as this little talk is proving to be, I'm here for a reason—and it isn't because I want to be around vampires who don't know the word `bath'.” Returning her gaze to the small group of survivors, she scanned the blonde females (which were a lot—come on—it's California for crying out loud), before resting on a very pretty woman around her age.

The vampires growled at her.

Oz tensed. “Can I hurt them now?”

“Patience, boy.” She could sense raw power within the blonde woman. This had to be the witch Dru wanted her to save. But if she had power—how had she ended up trapped by these mere fledglings? “I'm here because you took something that is mine and I've come to take her back. You can do whatever you like with the rest.” She turned to the largest one, whom she guessed was the leader. “You can either give her to me, or I'll let my boy rip your throats out.”

The vampires laughed, morphing.

“Wrong choice.” Eyes bleeding black, she let her true aura shine forth. “Oz.”

“Finally.” The werewolf announced before throwing his head back and howling, his aura darkening as he allowed his beast to take over. Skin ripped loudly and fur appeared as the werewolf transformed before their very eyes, causing the vampires to back up in surprise, and the humans to scream in terror.

Don't harm the humans. She ordered him subconsciously. As a werewolf he only understood her through telepathy.

Yes mum.

Chaos broke loose as the vampires got over their shock and attacked.

Willow reached down and pulled out the sai and stake that'd been hidden by her duster, and she fought back. While she was a powerful witch, she used her magic only when necessary—or was feeling too lazy to do something herself. But most of the time she preferred physical combat to magical.

It would seem that in seconds they'd dusted (Willow) or torn out the throats (Oz) of all the vampires in the room.

The werewolf growled in frustration. That was too easy. He complained as he slowly transformed back into his human self.

Chuckling at him, she shook her head before turning to the crying humans. With a couple of whispered words the bonds holding them were gone, yet the people looked at them in horror, terrified to move.

She sighed impatiently. “Come on people. Get out of here before I change my mind and leave you here for any friends of theirs who aren't here at the moment.”

With that the people got up and started rushing towards the stairs.

“Except you.” Grabbing hold of the blonde as she rushed forwards, Willow pulled the woman into her arms, and buried her face in her neck, inhaling her scent, pulling her duster around them. “You smell good.” She whispered before burying her fangs deep in her neck.

The woman didn't struggle. She trembled and gripped the front of Willow's shirt, her heart beat raced, she whimpered deep in her throat, and she smelt of…arousal?

Pulling back, Willow blinked, the woman hadn't let go of her shirt. Licking her spicy blood from her lips, the redhead chuckled. “You can let go of me now…wasn't planning on draining you anyway.”

She raised her eyes shyly, face flushed red. “T-then w-why bite me?” The blonde asked in a whispery voice.

Willow smirked, shaking her head at that thought this she'd thought this mousy girl could have been aroused by the bite. It must have a mixture of fear and other scents that were in this crypt. “It says that you belong to me. Next time vampires won't have an excuse if I catch them trying to hurt you—if they dare.”

The redhead motioned for Oz to go on ahead, and he nodded, hurrying up the steps. She placed a hand on the small of the blonde's back and began to maneuver her towards the stairs. “You shouldn't go out at night and alone, marked or not. Got that? It isn't safe, especially with stupid fledglings who are too hungry to be picky with their meals.”

As they slowly went up the stairs, the blonde kept her eyes on the steps. “Wh-why did you mark me? Wh-why w-w-would you come here with you b-boyfriend just to s-save me?”

“Oz is not my boyfriend.” She snickered at the thought, never noticing how that seemed to brighten the blonde's mood immediately. “And I came because Dru asked me to save you. I'd do anything for Dru.”

The blonde's smile disappeared in a second. “I-is s-she your gir-girlfriend?”

“No.” Willow raised an eyebrow at that question as they made it to the top of the steps and out of the crypt's door. “I need to go now, there are things that have to be done, but I want you to go to the hospital, okay?” She turned to the bushes next to them. “You think you can take her there Riley, since you've taken the Initiative to be here and all?”

There was a moment's hesitation before the bushes moved and Riley stood, brushing his clothes off. “I don't see anything bad with the plan.”

Oz's eyes widened. “H-how--? I couldn't smell him! How is that possible? How did you know he was there?”

The blonde's eyes widened as she looked up at Willow with an expression the redhead couldn't name.

“You and I need to talk later.” Riley told Willow seriously, despite the fact that he'd been on his hands and knees in the ground hiding moments ago.

“Of course. I'll contact you.” With that she began walking away from them, Oz right besides her.

“You don't have my number!” Riley called after her retreating form.

“Never said I'd call you.” She responded vaguely.

“Hey!”

Turning at the sound of the girl's voice, Willow waited patiently. “Yes?”

“M-my name is Tara.” The blonde stuttered nervously, a bright blush tinting her face. “Th-thank you for everything.”

“You're welcome Tara.” Nodding slowly she turned her back on them, and linking her arm around Oz's they walked away, never realizing that upwind from Oz, safe from his super sense of smell, a photographer was hurriedly snapping pictures.

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