Discalimer: I do not own Buffy the vampirer slayer. Joss Whedon does and I don't think he'd be to keen on sharing.
You may have read this story before I took it down a few days ago. My computer had screwed up and stuff so it was totally like wacky. Well, I re-wrote it still trying to keep the same general idea.
Pairing: Willow/Angelus
Rating: At the moment it's PG. But soon shall be, do I dare. PG-13!
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The moon hung low in the sky as an angry man walked toward one of the towns not-so-empty abadon warehouses. The man was muttering curse words under his non-exsistent breath. He stormed into the warehouse and walked into the middle of the large room.
"Stupid slayer. I can't do anything without her screwing it up. How am I supposed to kill all of her little friends when she's always around."
Angelus heard a faint, familiar laughter behind him. He turned around swiftly to see a blonde man in a wheel chair coming out of the shadows.
"Aw. Did the Slayer mess up all of your plans again Angelus? Come here and tell Spike all about the big bad girlie who beat you again." the blonde laughed.
"I am in no mood William." the dark haird vampire groweled.
Spike sighed. Almost 120 years and Angelus still called him William. He'd lost the desire to earn his grandsire's approvala few decaddes ago. Knowing he would never get it anyway. He was just about to ask Angelus what had happened when Drusilla whirled into the room in her white dress. She carried her doll, Mrs. Edith in her right hand as she walked up to Angelus.
"Daddy lost his chance again. The little tree got away." the vampires laughed.
"Yes she did Dru." Angelus replied.
"Mrs. Edith says..." Drusialla began. She noticed Spike sitting in the corner of the room and went to sit in his lap. She settled herself on him and ran a hand through his soft hair. Angelus walked over to where the two sat and kelt down beside them.
"What does Mrs. Edith say?" he asked sternly.
"That would be telling." she laughed.
"Yea Peaches. That'd be telling." Spike mocked. Angelus let out another angry growl.
"Daddy shouldn't go after the little tree."
"What did you see? Was it the slayer?" he asked.
"The little red witch. She can not be broken." Drusilla mumbeled as she began to nuzzel Spikes neck. Angelus laughed softly.
That slip of a girl? Was she even talking about the same 'little tree?' What could she do to bring him down. Angelus began to pace back and fourth. He'd never known Drusilla's vision's to be wrong before. But what could that girl do to him. He thought about it for awhile before finally deciding to ignore Dru's warning and went to visit a certain little witch.
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Willow stared unhappily at her computer screenand let out a groan. How am I supposed to check all of these e-mails she asked herself. She was still a little on edge ever since her run in with the now demonized Angel. She had been so sure that he was going to die. But Xander had saved her. THe memory of that night flooded into her mind and began to play again.
"Willow come here."
"What is it?"
"It's amazing."
Willow had walked right down the hall, her only worry about what had happened to the lights. Before she knew what was happening, Mrs. Calender was screaming and Angelus had her in his now deadly grip. But Buffy had come in next. She tried to help her. Tried to save her.
"She's so cute and helpless. It's really a turn-on." he'd whispered. But Xandder had come in time to knock the vampireout of the way. And then she was safe.
Willow spun around in her computer chair and noticed the French doors going out to her balcony had flown open. She got up and shut them tightly. She sighed as she looked over at the empty fish tank on the desk near her doors. Rotten vampire she thought. Willow turned around slowly. She let out a firghtened gaspas she saw a man in a dark leather coat sitting in her chair.
"Hello Willow."
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No no no. This can not be happening. It just can't. Angelus was sitting in her computer chair looking very much at home. His legs were draweled out in front of him and his hands rested laziy on his lap. Willow glanced down at the door handel that she was holding tightly. A plan began to form in her mind. Maybe she could get out of this house alive. Angelus jumped out of the chair and in the blink of an eye hewas standing in front of her with a giant smirk across his face.
"You should learn to lock your doors. You never know what kinds of bad things could try and come in when your not looking." he said in a conversational tone. He grabbed both of her wrists in one hand held them above her head.
Okay. Thanks for the tip. You can go now. Angelus tightened his grip around her wrists forcing out a yelp of pain. He laughed softly as she began to struggle against him. He looked down at Willow in disappointment. This was the girl that could not be broken? He had to laugh at Drusilla's words. Willow realized she was getting nowhere by fighting. That didn't work she thought. Okay, time for plan B.
"Help!" she screamed. Angelus only laughed again and used his free hand to close her mouth.
"Shh Willow. No screaming." he told her. She glared at him angrily and began to struggle again. He sighed at the frightened girl in his grasp.
"Don't fight me little girl. I garuntee that you won't win." he said. "Besides, I'm not goint to hurt you."
Your not? He's not? Yay yay yay yay yay!
"I'm going to move my hand now. If I do, will you promise to behave?" She nodded eagerly. He smiled and released the grip on her chin.
"Your not going to hurt me?" she asked innocently. He smiled down at her. Using his newly freed hand, he began to slowly stroke her chin.
Ah. Hey what's he doing? Why's he doing that?
"No. Not unless you ask me very nicely." he chuchkeled. Willow lowered her gaze to her shoes. And his shoes. Wow he has really big shoes. And they shine. I wonder if he polishes them? His minions must do it.
"Willow. Watcha' ya thinking about?" She looked back up at him quickly. I've been rambling in my thoughts. Not good.
"I. Ah. Nothing." she muttered.
Angelus took this time to study her pale features. She was almost as light as a vampire. He noted the small barely visible freckles on her neck and face. Her blood red hair, a bit darker than he'd noticed before now fell just past her shoulders. She was wearing another one of those delightful fuzzy sweaters. He found himself grinning as he glanced over at her open closet. She was all also wearing a dark pair of denim jeans. He slowly breathed in her scent. Vanilla he thought. It was Vanila and some kind of spice. Mixed with pure innocence and fear. It was intoxicating. He could get lost in the smell of her fear alone. But there was something else. Something that he could feel. Power? Angelus looked down and realized that she had stopped fighting and was shaking againist him.
"Your not afraid of me are you little one?" he laughed.
"Yes." she confessed softly. He smiled.
"Mmm. Disappointing." he sighed.
"Huh?" He looked at her again to see the confusin in her face. She was just to cute. Maybe this wouldn't be a complete waste of time after all.
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"Angelus?"
The shaky voice of the redhead who was still trembling in his grasp brought him out of his daze.
"Y-your not going to kill me?" she asked in relief.
"Nope."
"Then..ah..why are you here?"
"Drusilla." he sighed. "You know sometimes I truly regret driving her crazy before I turned her." He moved to the bottom of her bed and fell back lazily.
"Oh. Um, yea sure. Drusilla?" Willow had heard of the dark-haired vampires a few times before. She knew that Angelus had killed her entire family and driven her insane before he had turned her. It was hard not to be interested in the story or the motive behind it.
"Yes. She had a vidison." he said rolling his eyes at the thought. Willow moved cautiously beside the bored looking vampire that lay on her bed.
"That's why you turned her right? Because she had visions of the furture." Angelus sat up slowly and tossed the girl a questioning glance. He nodded.
"What else do you know about me Willow?" he asked with a vague tone of amusment in his voice. She quickly looked at the floor and began to fidget.
"Oh well um not much. I mean I know that you killed a lot of people and there was this whole thing about the Scourge of Europe. And you were a vicious murder. 'Ruthless and without remorse' is what the Wacther's diaries said. I think." He noticed her fidgeting and grabbed her shaky hands in his won.
"The watcher let you read them?" he asked.
"Not let. Technically." Angelus chuckeled softly when he heard the guilt in her voice.
"Willow. I thought you were a good little girl. What other bad things have you done?"
"I got a library book and it's a week over-due." she said with a bit of proudness in her voice.
"A rebel with a cause I see."
"Uh-hu. And I'm not planning on bringing it back anytime soon." She smiled slightly as he began to laugh.
Hey! Evil souless vampire. You should not be joking around with him. Her face grew red as she realized that she had just been having a conversation with a vampire. Christian Slater eat your heart out.
"W-what kind of vision?" Willow asked. "I mean, was it about Buffy?"
"If Drusilla had a vision about Buffy why would I come to see you?"
"I don't know. What kind of vision." she repeated.
"Doesn't matter. I don't think she was right anyway." he said disappointingly. Angelus realized that he was still holding her hands. He let them go slowly and flashed a grin before jumping up and heading to the balcony.
"Goodbye Willow. I'll see you tomorrow. Try to be home." he told her before jumping off of her balcony.
He'll be back? Goody.
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Yep. I know it's a bit different than the first time. I personally like it better. And I really hope you do too. Please review! It is your kind words that keep me going on! Well, more like boredom and only having 15 good channels on TV but either way is good.
You may have read this story before I took it down a few days ago. My computer had screwed up and stuff so it was totally like wacky. Well, I re-wrote it still trying to keep the same general idea.
Pairing: Willow/Angelus
Rating: At the moment it's PG. But soon shall be, do I dare. PG-13!
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The moon hung low in the sky as an angry man walked toward one of the towns not-so-empty abadon warehouses. The man was muttering curse words under his non-exsistent breath. He stormed into the warehouse and walked into the middle of the large room.
"Stupid slayer. I can't do anything without her screwing it up. How am I supposed to kill all of her little friends when she's always around."
Angelus heard a faint, familiar laughter behind him. He turned around swiftly to see a blonde man in a wheel chair coming out of the shadows.
"Aw. Did the Slayer mess up all of your plans again Angelus? Come here and tell Spike all about the big bad girlie who beat you again." the blonde laughed.
"I am in no mood William." the dark haird vampire groweled.
Spike sighed. Almost 120 years and Angelus still called him William. He'd lost the desire to earn his grandsire's approvala few decaddes ago. Knowing he would never get it anyway. He was just about to ask Angelus what had happened when Drusilla whirled into the room in her white dress. She carried her doll, Mrs. Edith in her right hand as she walked up to Angelus.
"Daddy lost his chance again. The little tree got away." the vampires laughed.
"Yes she did Dru." Angelus replied.
"Mrs. Edith says..." Drusialla began. She noticed Spike sitting in the corner of the room and went to sit in his lap. She settled herself on him and ran a hand through his soft hair. Angelus walked over to where the two sat and kelt down beside them.
"What does Mrs. Edith say?" he asked sternly.
"That would be telling." she laughed.
"Yea Peaches. That'd be telling." Spike mocked. Angelus let out another angry growl.
"Daddy shouldn't go after the little tree."
"What did you see? Was it the slayer?" he asked.
"The little red witch. She can not be broken." Drusilla mumbeled as she began to nuzzel Spikes neck. Angelus laughed softly.
That slip of a girl? Was she even talking about the same 'little tree?' What could she do to bring him down. Angelus began to pace back and fourth. He'd never known Drusilla's vision's to be wrong before. But what could that girl do to him. He thought about it for awhile before finally deciding to ignore Dru's warning and went to visit a certain little witch.
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Willow stared unhappily at her computer screenand let out a groan. How am I supposed to check all of these e-mails she asked herself. She was still a little on edge ever since her run in with the now demonized Angel. She had been so sure that he was going to die. But Xander had saved her. THe memory of that night flooded into her mind and began to play again.
"Willow come here."
"What is it?"
"It's amazing."
Willow had walked right down the hall, her only worry about what had happened to the lights. Before she knew what was happening, Mrs. Calender was screaming and Angelus had her in his now deadly grip. But Buffy had come in next. She tried to help her. Tried to save her.
"She's so cute and helpless. It's really a turn-on." he'd whispered. But Xandder had come in time to knock the vampireout of the way. And then she was safe.
Willow spun around in her computer chair and noticed the French doors going out to her balcony had flown open. She got up and shut them tightly. She sighed as she looked over at the empty fish tank on the desk near her doors. Rotten vampire she thought. Willow turned around slowly. She let out a firghtened gaspas she saw a man in a dark leather coat sitting in her chair.
"Hello Willow."
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No no no. This can not be happening. It just can't. Angelus was sitting in her computer chair looking very much at home. His legs were draweled out in front of him and his hands rested laziy on his lap. Willow glanced down at the door handel that she was holding tightly. A plan began to form in her mind. Maybe she could get out of this house alive. Angelus jumped out of the chair and in the blink of an eye hewas standing in front of her with a giant smirk across his face.
"You should learn to lock your doors. You never know what kinds of bad things could try and come in when your not looking." he said in a conversational tone. He grabbed both of her wrists in one hand held them above her head.
Okay. Thanks for the tip. You can go now. Angelus tightened his grip around her wrists forcing out a yelp of pain. He laughed softly as she began to struggle against him. He looked down at Willow in disappointment. This was the girl that could not be broken? He had to laugh at Drusilla's words. Willow realized she was getting nowhere by fighting. That didn't work she thought. Okay, time for plan B.
"Help!" she screamed. Angelus only laughed again and used his free hand to close her mouth.
"Shh Willow. No screaming." he told her. She glared at him angrily and began to struggle again. He sighed at the frightened girl in his grasp.
"Don't fight me little girl. I garuntee that you won't win." he said. "Besides, I'm not goint to hurt you."
Your not? He's not? Yay yay yay yay yay!
"I'm going to move my hand now. If I do, will you promise to behave?" She nodded eagerly. He smiled and released the grip on her chin.
"Your not going to hurt me?" she asked innocently. He smiled down at her. Using his newly freed hand, he began to slowly stroke her chin.
Ah. Hey what's he doing? Why's he doing that?
"No. Not unless you ask me very nicely." he chuchkeled. Willow lowered her gaze to her shoes. And his shoes. Wow he has really big shoes. And they shine. I wonder if he polishes them? His minions must do it.
"Willow. Watcha' ya thinking about?" She looked back up at him quickly. I've been rambling in my thoughts. Not good.
"I. Ah. Nothing." she muttered.
Angelus took this time to study her pale features. She was almost as light as a vampire. He noted the small barely visible freckles on her neck and face. Her blood red hair, a bit darker than he'd noticed before now fell just past her shoulders. She was wearing another one of those delightful fuzzy sweaters. He found himself grinning as he glanced over at her open closet. She was all also wearing a dark pair of denim jeans. He slowly breathed in her scent. Vanilla he thought. It was Vanila and some kind of spice. Mixed with pure innocence and fear. It was intoxicating. He could get lost in the smell of her fear alone. But there was something else. Something that he could feel. Power? Angelus looked down and realized that she had stopped fighting and was shaking againist him.
"Your not afraid of me are you little one?" he laughed.
"Yes." she confessed softly. He smiled.
"Mmm. Disappointing." he sighed.
"Huh?" He looked at her again to see the confusin in her face. She was just to cute. Maybe this wouldn't be a complete waste of time after all.
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"Angelus?"
The shaky voice of the redhead who was still trembling in his grasp brought him out of his daze.
"Y-your not going to kill me?" she asked in relief.
"Nope."
"Then..ah..why are you here?"
"Drusilla." he sighed. "You know sometimes I truly regret driving her crazy before I turned her." He moved to the bottom of her bed and fell back lazily.
"Oh. Um, yea sure. Drusilla?" Willow had heard of the dark-haired vampires a few times before. She knew that Angelus had killed her entire family and driven her insane before he had turned her. It was hard not to be interested in the story or the motive behind it.
"Yes. She had a vidison." he said rolling his eyes at the thought. Willow moved cautiously beside the bored looking vampire that lay on her bed.
"That's why you turned her right? Because she had visions of the furture." Angelus sat up slowly and tossed the girl a questioning glance. He nodded.
"What else do you know about me Willow?" he asked with a vague tone of amusment in his voice. She quickly looked at the floor and began to fidget.
"Oh well um not much. I mean I know that you killed a lot of people and there was this whole thing about the Scourge of Europe. And you were a vicious murder. 'Ruthless and without remorse' is what the Wacther's diaries said. I think." He noticed her fidgeting and grabbed her shaky hands in his won.
"The watcher let you read them?" he asked.
"Not let. Technically." Angelus chuckeled softly when he heard the guilt in her voice.
"Willow. I thought you were a good little girl. What other bad things have you done?"
"I got a library book and it's a week over-due." she said with a bit of proudness in her voice.
"A rebel with a cause I see."
"Uh-hu. And I'm not planning on bringing it back anytime soon." She smiled slightly as he began to laugh.
Hey! Evil souless vampire. You should not be joking around with him. Her face grew red as she realized that she had just been having a conversation with a vampire. Christian Slater eat your heart out.
"W-what kind of vision?" Willow asked. "I mean, was it about Buffy?"
"If Drusilla had a vision about Buffy why would I come to see you?"
"I don't know. What kind of vision." she repeated.
"Doesn't matter. I don't think she was right anyway." he said disappointingly. Angelus realized that he was still holding her hands. He let them go slowly and flashed a grin before jumping up and heading to the balcony.
"Goodbye Willow. I'll see you tomorrow. Try to be home." he told her before jumping off of her balcony.
He'll be back? Goody.
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Yep. I know it's a bit different than the first time. I personally like it better. And I really hope you do too. Please review! It is your kind words that keep me going on! Well, more like boredom and only having 15 good channels on TV but either way is good.