"What did she mean?" Wes asked, startling Angel. "Fractured - what does that mean?"
Angel shrugged. "Think it's got something to do with my soul. Like, you've got parts of it, or something."
Wesley nodded, digesting this. "Willow knows what to do? A-and she's prepared to do it?"
Angel knew where Wes's mind had gone first. "She's not gonna kill you, Wes, I won't let her." He reached out and patted Wes's hand.
"Angel - I could be very dangerous."
"You're not."
"Only because I'm incapacitated by your damned soul," Wes snapped. "I'm a fucking vampire, Angel, I'm not your lapdog any longer."
Angel withdrew his hand as though scorched. "Wes -"
"No, you don't get to feel sorry for yourself, Angel. I'm a monster, remember, and you're the one who created me. The fact that I want to bugger your brains out has no bearing on that," Wes snarled.
Angel's eyes went wide. This wasn't his Wes - but of course, it couldn't be. This was the demon. "Wes, just shut up and eat something," he said finally.
Wesley glared at him, allowed his face to shift, and tore into the bag from the blood bank.
"There's a straw," Angel offered belatedly.
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Andrew inspected the list of ingredients again. "Most of these are standard for the re-ensouling spell. See, Orb of Thesulah. But I'm not so sure about the rest."
Willow frowned. "Well, before I can give Wes a soul, I have to take out the pieces of Angel's," she said hesitantly.
"That's the part that's gonna hurt," Connor said. "Right?"
"Right."
"But wait," Kennedy said. "What's to stop them both getting real happy and, y'know, going on a rampage?"
Willow looked sheepish. "I've got my fingers crossed?"
Andrew gasped, "Willow!"
"I'm working on it," she admitted. "This is the best I can do for now until I figure out how to alter the original curse effectively."
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"Finally we're getting somewhere," Wesley leered as Angel chained him spread-eagle on the bed.
"This is for your own good," Angel sighed.
"I should hope so. I always knew you were a kinky bastard."
Angel rolled his eyes. "This isn't about sex, Wes."
"The hell it isn't," Wes replied. "Everything is about sex, Angel. Even the blood is about sex. And sex is about the blood. I understand, now. Why don't you let me chain you up instead, hm? I would fuck you 'till your eyes bleed, Angel, and lick away your tears."
Angel paused, and Wes's lips curled up into a wicked smile as he realized Angel was seriously thinking about it.
"Twice you've fed from me, Angel, and now I want to sink my teeth into you. I want to cut you and sooth your wounds with my tongue. I want to -"
"We're back," Connor said, a look of pure disgust on his face. "Remember that therapy I was talking about? For life. Seriously."