Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction ❯ Her New Family ❯ Confrontation ( Chapter 21 )

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

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Warning: Mind Control

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(Where we left off last chapter)

“Where is Willow?” Angel's voice was hoarse and he realized that it pained to speak.

Suddenly the ground all around them began to quake, and open up.

“No. We're too late.” Riley's eyes went wide in horror. “They've done it—they've opened the mouth!”

(A while before)

Having sent Oz and Riley towards where she could sense her mates, Willow took in a deep breath and went in the opposite direction. She desperately wanted to be reunited with Angel and Spike, to see them for herself, touch them, and know that they were alright, but she could feel him, and knew that the sooner this was over with the safer everyone would be.

She knew that she wasn't a hundred percent well, and that it'd give him a slight advantage over her, but he was human, she could take him on. The redhead's heart clenched as the suspicions she'd had before came back barreling into her, leaving her breathless.

It couldn't be him.

Why would he do something like this?

Why do it to her?

With a sharp movement of her wrists she absently sent the soldier aiming at her flying violently into the wall, the contact so harsh it broke his helmet and he collapsed to the ground.

Demons and humans fought all around her.

Red lights flickered all around her and a siren began to ring.

She felt the electricity, and all of a sudden the demons they'd rescued had turned on them—the chips implanted in their heads controlling them. Willow narrowed her eyes at the vampires surrounding her, leering at her.

She didn't want to kill them, they were being controlled, but they left her no choice. Raising her hand slowly, a table besides them exploded, the splinters from the explosion were guided through telepathy to dust the controlled ones and not the vampires on her team.

That room was suddenly clear of hostiles and filled with dust, Willow walked down a smaller, deserted hallway, ignoring the awestruck expression on the faces of her new followers, and the smug pride in those of her French army.

“I go here alone.” She informed them when some came to follow her. “Search the rest of the facility. Find the control room, shut off the system that controls the chips.”

“Yes my Queen.” They called and hurried back to relay to the others what her orders had been.

The black of her eyes receded to gold once more as she walked down the darkened hallway. She could sense his presence, it was as if he knew she was searching for him and deliberately strengthening his aura to lure her to him.

That thought made her pause.

Very few humans could truly read and control auras, and those who could were witches. Mostly only demons could do those things.

But he's human. She reminded herself, finally reaching the door from whence his presence shone through the cracks.

Hand on the handle, she turned it and let the door swing open on its own accord before walking in, his aura hitting her so hard she had to concentrate on not staggering.

She couldn't see him in the dark room, and that, coupled with the strength of his amazingly dark aura, fed the small flame of fear burning in the pit of her stomach.

“Willow, you're here.”

Turing towards the desk, she clenched her fists. “Show yourself you coward.”

Twirling his chair, around, Nate McGuire could be seen smirking at her in the darkness. “Now, if I were a coward would I have helped you find your way here?”

Willow's step faltered. His hair was a different color, and he was using glasses, his eyes were purple, and he looked older, but it was definitely him. “Oliver Nathanial McGuire, what are you doing?”

Standing, he smiled quite like the cousin she'd always known and loved. “I'm making someone of myself Willow, just like you always told me to do.” Clasping his hands behind his back, he left his desk to circle her quite predatorily. “A little while after you left my birth parents found me, and what a surprise to find out that they'd become millionaires after giving me up and I was the only child they'd ever had.”

Willow winced when he whispered that into her ear, yet remained determined not to show her growing unease with the situation. How was she going to kill the cousin she'd loved for so long?

“So all of a sudden I am a millionaire and you go missing. I was so sure it had something to do with that shady boyfriend of yours, so with my resources I discovered the reason you'd asked me not to invite him into my house. Angelus was a vampire—and a horribly sadistic one.” His smirk grew and he stopped circling Willow to stand in front of her. “I read all about how he `broke' Drusilla. Killed her family, raped her continuously right after she'd taken her vows to become a nun…Nasty stuff that.”

She growled at him. “What do you want Oliver? Or should I say Nate?”

His smirk grew. “I quite prefer when you call me Ollie—if I was to be truthful.”

“The Ollie I knew wouldn't be doing this.” Willow countered, feeling a mixture of feelings at the sneer that now appeared on his face.

“But it's alright for Angelus to torture and kill millions of defenseless humans?” He asked in disgust. “And it's alright for William the Bloody to torture his way through Europe and Asia, but it's not alright for me to put these demons in their place?”

She flinched momentarily, trying to fight the strange affect his words were having over her. It was as if with every word he was weaving a spell around her that left her relaxing against her will, wanting to believe his every word. “But you're not human anymore, are you, Nate?”

He snarled at her for obviously disregarding his silent command to call him Ollie. Suddenly, that snarl disappeared and he smiled. “No, I haven't been totally human for years.” He gave his back to her. “A year after you left I made a pact with a devil, not the devil, but one of them. He was dying, had been chopped up by the Slayer, and wanted to exact his revenge on her. I agreed to absorb his essence to do so, and that gave me some of his abilities.”

“Yes, well, congratulations. You did his revenge. You killed Buffy.” Willow mock-clapped, earning her a glare from him as he turned to her once more. “Now stop being an idiot. You can't open the Hellmouth. You can't control the Hell Demons that will come out. And you can't---.”

“No, I can't.” he agreed, shocking her into shutting up, his purple eyes blaring into hers, and all of sudden she felt a shock go through her body, the electricity painful and violating, she felt her consciousness beginning to recede deep within her, no matter how hard she fought to remain in control of her body. “But you can.”

She gasped…at least she was that much in control of her body. “Wh-what are you talking about?” Her mouth and eyes were the only things she could move, the rest of her body was numb. “There's no way in hell that I could control those Hell Demons! I'm not even a true demon! I'm a hybrid!”

He leaned forwards, lips whispering over hers. “That's what you think.”

“What are you talking about?” She whispered.

“Did you know that the first witch, Lilith, was actually the mother of all demons? She was kicked out of Eden for this and Eve was placed there in her place.” Pulling back, he began to pace his room. “All true-born witches have some demonic trait or bloodline.”

“That would still make me lower than the other demons.” Willow protested.

“Let me finish.” Oliver tsked her. “You've been my pet project these last years Willow, and I've learnt some things about you that even you don't know.” He goaded her with a superior smirk. “Why do you think you—coming from a completely human family—have such strongdark powers? Do you think it's coincidental that you attracted—not one—but two of the most sadistic demons ever recorded? And why do you think that your parents never gave a shit about you?”

That one hurt. Especially since it was true. “Why don't you enlighten me?” She hissed, narrowing her eyes at him.

Going to his desk he pulled out a folder and passed it to her.

Finally finding her arms released from their invisible bonds, Willow opened the folder suspiciously, eyes widening when she saw the police report and the report of a psychologist. “Mrs. Rosenberg filed charges of…rape…earlier this morning.

“According to her both she and her newly wed husband had had a fight, she went out to a night club, and was brutally raped in the back alley. Her description of her attacker indicate that she was either rather intoxicated, or that her subconscious mind couldn't take what was happening and created a ghastly creature when in fact, it was a human.

“The description she gave to the police, who found her nearly dead the next morning, was that of a large, monstrous looking humanoid with black eyes, black hair, and with horns protruding from his forehead. According to her the creature used magic to restrain her and keep her silent throughout the long ordeal, which lasted for many hours without end.

“Mrs. Rosenberg…” Willow couldn't continue, she looked at the date that the rape had been filed and she felt sick. It made sense. Suddenly it all made sense. The reason why her parents had never truly loved her and were more than glad to get away from her whenever they could…and stay away from as long as they could.

“Interesting read, isn't it?” He taunted. “Why did you think you were so powerful? Why did you think demons want to follow you? They can sense it, sense your superiority.”

“B-but if this is true—I'm only half demon. My father could have been a fungus demon for all we know!” Willow cried out, never noticing him flipping a switch, locking the doors around them tightly, and that the ground on which they stood slowly changing. “That doesn't mean that I could control the Hell Demons even if I wanted to!”

“Oh, your father wasn't a fungus demon.” Oliver snorted at the thought. “I researched that, and after millions of dollars were spent, I discovered who your father is. His name was Ares, and he, was an Ancient One.”

The breath caught in her throat as Willow suddenly understood Oliver's plan all too late. “This was a trap.” She felt ill, like puking, realizing that if she was the daughter of an Ancient One, then like an Ancient One, she could open and close the Mouth with her blood. “You planned to get me here so you could use me to open the Mouth.” She tried to run, tried to do something, but she couldn't.

“ I always loved how smart you are.” Grabbing her hand, Oliver pulled her to the middle of the floor. “You're probably trying to figure out why you can't move.” He whispered in a husky voice, arm curling around her small waist, pulling her flush against him. “You see, I've just had a recent transformation.”

She tried wiggling away, but her body remained limp. It was as if her face was the only thing she had control of, so she quickly turned her face when he leaned in to kiss her.

He scowled at her continual refusal of him, and the grip around her turned nearly crushing. “During my investigations I found an old ritual, a binding one, to leave you under my control, but I needed the blood of people you'd loved.”

She jerked her gaze up to his, eyes wide. “What?”

“The blood of the Slayer, you're first true female friend—with added benefits of super strength, agility, and an ability to sense demons.”

Oliver chuckled at her wide-eyed stare, never noticing as he slowly pulled out a sharp letter opener from his pocket. “The blood of Amy your first witch friend whom understood the hidden power in you that Buffy never could—giving me the ability with magic.”

He reached for her hand and held it out to the side. “And the blood of Angelus, your first true love—giving me the sense of smell, super speed of a vampire—all of them together gave me the ability to thrall the one who was connected to the new blood in me.” With a quick movement he'd sliced open her palm with the letter opener.

Willow winced as he squeezed her hand, causing the blood to flow freely down her fingertips onto the floor below, which had changed from normal tiles to a maze of demonic symbols engraved into the stone, all heading to the demonic symbol for portal, in the middle of the interconnecting symbols.

She couldn't move, still caught in his thrall as he looked deep into her eyes before crashing his lips to hers as the blood filled the maze and it exploded into darkness as the earth shook and opened.

Willow whimpered in fear and pain as he forced her mouth open, his tongue sneaking its way inside, and she couldn't bite it off no matter how hard she tried to force her jaw to work.

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Cursing as the vampires circled her, Anya knew that she still enough demon so that they could hurt her without causing the chip to work. She was in a tough situation, and as she was with her back against a wall, two stakes in hand, willing herself to calm down and think things rationally, as she chewed her bubblegum.

When they attacked she staked two before one grabbed hold of her from behind, yanking her hair roughly, baring her neck to him. He chuckled and then suddenly blood was everywhere, and he dropped to the ground.

Anya made a face at the blood covering her, and turned to see Xander chopping off the heads of the remaining vampires. Her smile was blinding as she threw him her extra stake, and between them they quickly stakes the fallen, decapitated vampires—just to be safe.

Throwing herself at her fiancée, Anya kissed him, despite the fact that vampire blood covered them both and made the kiss quite icky to the human, but to her, it was quite a turn on. “Remind me to go down on you when this is all over.” She ordered as they pulled away.

Xander blushed scarlet, yet smiled stupidly at his beautiful woman. Covered in blood and vampire dust, she was still the most exotically beautiful woman he'd ever known.

They continued to fight the Initiative and the chipped demons, protecting each other's back, Xander chopping off their heads and Anya dusting them.

Tara and Cordelia had found themselves as unlikely allies, helping each other during the fight since both were rather new to this. The blonde and the brunette were actually quite good together, magic and vampire speed and strength working in perfect harmony, despite the fact that both women were snipping at each other while fighting the enemies around them.

Suddenly the earth around them shook fiercely, causing everyone to sway and some fell as the ground opened up, swallowing many of the chipped vampires—quite ironically.

Cordelia cried out as the ground opened up under her, and closed her eyes tightly, ready to meet her end. But suddenly, feeling herself being pulled up, she opened her eyes to see a straining Tara, who was using her magic to lift Cordelia up through the air and deposit her safely on firm yet shaking ground.

The vampires looked up at the girl whose life she'd made impossible since she'd found out about her. “Thank you.” She grumbled reluctantly.

But Tara wasn't listening to her, her eyes were narrowed and she fell to her knees as the shaking grew too harsh. “It's open.”

Angel tore the throat out of the vampire closest to him and froze, looking at Spike, who'd frozen as well. They could sense Willow, sense her fear and her pain. Instead of rushing towards the exit as the crowds of demons and the surviving humans were doing, both Angel and Spike pushed passed the crowds, trailing Willow's scent, as they'd been doing after the Mouth was opened.

“Look! The portal's opened!” Someone called from the window, looking up at the sky.

Both vampires hurried faster. If the portal had opened it meant that their mate's mission had been compromised, and if her fear was anything to go by, she was in a lot of trouble.

“Shit.” Angel hissed when they entered the darkened hallway and a new scent hit them full force. It was Willow's blood…a lot of it.

“Red.” Spike growled as he stalked down the hall, sniffing each door and discarding them as they searched for which door held their mate. “I'll kill whoever shed her blood!”

Angel growled in agreement, yet was more subdued. He could feel the other demon's presence, as could Spike, but he wasn't letting his bloodlust get the best of him. This demon, whomever it was, was different, and it was strong. And if it had defeated Willow so easily, it must be powerful.

“ This one.” Spike announced before kicking the door down with one swift kick.

Both vampires entered the room and froze at what they saw. Willow was clutched to a demon whose back was to them, his face aggressively attacking hers, her limp hand dripping her blood onto the bloody maze beneath their feet.

The ceiling had been blown away, and above them they could see the green portal opening, and demons beginning to emerge, cackling evilly and swooping down on those below.

“Let her go you bloody ponce!” Spike was behind the demon in a blink of the eye and tore him away from their mate violently, throwing him across the room, catching Willow as she fell limply. “Red?” Spike whispered, voice catching in worry, hand running over her pale face. “Wake up Red!”

While Angel was worried sick about his unconscious and bloody mate, he kept his eyes on the demon, who picked himself up as if what Spike had done to him was nothing. Slipping on his gameface, Angel growled threateningly at the demon as he went to stand between Spike, Willow, and this demon. “Come one step closer to her and I will rip you to shreds!”

“She's mine, you know. Willow is completely under my control.” The demon chuckled, brushing off bits of dust from him from when he'd been flung against the wall. “We'll rule together in this new world, and when she wakes up both you and your little grandchilde will be nothing but dust.”

Angel smelt Spike's blood, and realized that he was feeding Willow. He moved closer to the demon, determined to keep his attention on him and not what was happening behind him. “She's our mate, and believe me, I could kill you easily by myself—much less with my grandchilde. He's quite possessive you know, and he'll not like the fact that you were kissing her.”

“No, I don't.” Spike announced, pushing Angel behind him towards Willow wordlessly, eyes feral, gameface on. “I'll have first dibs gramps.” And with that, the younger vampire threw himself at the other demon.

Angel, realizing what Spike was doing, hesitated before rushing to Willow and with a claw he cut a slit in his neck, brining her mouth to his, wincing as she slowly began sucking on his wound.

When she stopped on her own, collapsing back into unconsciousness, he laid her on the floor before going to help Spike with the demon, who was laughing in Spike's face. Angel caught the demon unawares as he threw himself at him, and Spike got up from the ground, joining the fight.

But the demon was stronger, quicker, and had the aid of magic on his side. They fought wordlessly on end, screams from outside proving that the Hell Demons were doing their worst to the population of Sunnydale.

Angel was thrown back and hit his head hard. He looked up in time to see the demon send a whole pack of pencils hurtling towards Spike, whom he'd trapped against the wall with a magical spell.

Spike closed his eyes, resigning himself to his fate.

A cry of pain erupted as the pencils imbedded themselves into the finely toned body…

…But the scream wasn't Spike's.

Three pairs of eyes went to Willow, who'd awoken and stumbled to her feet in time to deflect the pencils back towards their sender.

The demon growled as he pulled the pencils from his body one by one. “You shouldn't have done that Willow.”

“Angel, Spike, go.” She ordered, eyes on the demon. “This is between Oliver and I.”

Angel's eyes widened as he looked at the demon, suddenly recognizing him as the infuriating cousin he'd once met.

“Red…”

“ Spike, no arguing!” She commanded, aura going stronger now that she'd fed. “You two need to help those outside, they're going to need leadership. I can deal with him now.”

“Be careful.” Angel nodded, dragging a reluctant Spike along with him. “Come, she will beat him. This is a family thing.”

“Family?” Spike's eyes widened as he was pulled out of the room and back through the darkened corridor. Getting the summarized version from his grandsire, Spike growled. “That's bloody incest!”

“A demon with morals? Are you going soft on us William?” Angel smirked at Spike's indignant huff at that as they headed outside to deal with the Hell Demons.

“I'll give you bloody soft.” Spike growled as they kicked open the front door and exited the building, entering into what would seem to be hell itself. “Where's a bloody cigarette when you need one?”

Angel cracked his knuckles as they got to business.

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