Title: Lord and Savior
Fandom: Buffyverse
Characters: The Fanged Four
For: chasing demons
Word Count: 800

"I'm just saying he's in a bit of shock! We can pull him outta it. He can be the killer he's always been if we just remind him how delicious that feels."

Of all the vampires to argue Angelus's case, Darla didn't think it'd be Spike, but she doesn't think her angel face can be saved. "But he has a filthy rotten soul! He's tainted and there's no place for him here."

Spike's chuckle reverberated in her, mocking her. "Filthy? Rotten? Tainted? Tsk tsk tsk … Darla, isn't that what we are?"

"What are you saying, William?" She watches as he walks around her, sidling up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. His strong arms making her envision him using them on her, beating her into submission that she'd never admit to. Little Willy always had been a tasty morsel, perhaps he'd grown into being a full meal.

Drusilla smiles at the scene before her. Her sweet William with Grandmother speaks of a new King and Queen ruling the court and she'd be their trusted adviser leading them around how she willed. Watching while Spike whispers in Darla's ear before licking her neck, soaked Dru's panties. His words dripping down her thighs as they aroused both Darla and herself.

"I'm saying that if we corrupt his soul, then he'll be more ours than ever. He'll be a real masterpiece rather than just the demon you infected him with. We'll mold him and his killer instinct, burning the good out of him all right under God's nose. He'll become the most damned creature to walk this Earth." Spike pulls Darla into his erection and sucks her neck when she moans. This is his chance to have it all. Show them all how evil he really is. He'd have the women and the control. And that arrogant, smug, bastard would finally be under Spike's thumb. And something tells him that someday, Angelus will be utterly destroyed even more than he is now or could ever dream of being.

Leaning into Darla, Drusilla whispers in her other ear. "It's all the good that won't come out of him. We'll capture the butterfly in a jar and stuff it deep inside him. Its wings beating against the glass, helpless, trapped, and screaming. Watching, knowing, crying, and drowning while the ground disappears and the ice forms and melts and forms and melts."

With a sudden spin, Darla faces Spike, her fingers digging into his shoulders just shy of breaking anything. "I'll not deal with his pathetic whining. It's on you to make this happen. And if you don't succeed … I'll stake all of you out for the sun. Understood?"

He crushes her lips with a fierce kiss. His fangs slicing through Darla's lips while Drusilla strokes his hair.

… almost 50 years later to the day he got his soul back ...

For the first time the kills comes easy and he feels the bliss he remembers from the kills before the curse. They're blonde, almost the spitting images of Spike and Darla. And while he sits and watches their bodies cool … he's content for the first time in half a century. It lasts for less than a second before he's cleaved open with a pain he's only known one other time. But this time instead of something filling him … something rips away … leaving him empty and hollow. When the pain disappears he looks back at his recent kills and feels nothing … nothing at all.

Angel spends the next hundred years chasing the idea of feeling something but is never able to fill the void. Without his soul, nothing feels good anymore, not killing, not fucking, not anything. He doesn't even feel embarrassed when he gets sloppy drunk and falls down in the middle of the street.

Paralyzed and helpless from enough alcohol to blitz a vampire, he sees Spike staring down at him. The smirk on Spike's face is knowing, amused, and mocking.

"Submit to me and I'll make sure you get it all back."

The only feeling he's had in months washes over Angel and he asks, "You can make me feel again?"

"I can. But I demand your fealty in return. If you agree, kiss my boots." Spike feels his victory is at hand. Darla's been an obedient bitch for the last twenty years or so, and Drusilla's loyal to him, all that's left is Angel.

All that desperation to feel anything real again makes the decision for Angel and he manages to move and submit. Spike leans over and injects something into Angel's neck, too many feelings overwhelming him and making him teary. "Thank you."

Triumph's as sweet as he always thought it'd be. "Just consider me your Lord and Savior."

Title: From Then On
Fandom: Buffyverse
Character: Willow
Rating: T
Word Count: 150
For: mendenbar

The din didn't register over her exhaustion. Everyone shouting was secondary to her need for sleep, so she closed her eyes, cradled her head in her arms and dozed off at the library table.

She woke to the smell of tea and face full of leather couch. The sound of Giles cleaning his glasses brought forth a sigh from her lungs. "Have you been waiting all night to lecture me?" she asked as she turned over to face the Watcher.

"No." Giles stood up and handed her her book bag. "Go home Willow."

While she did leave, she didn't go home. Instead she went to the Crawford St. Mansion to see Angel. She'd been trying to rescue him from hell all summer and succeeded last night. With Buffy still missing, he was going to need Willow.

A foot through the door and all she knew was Angel, from then on.

Title: The Audition
Fandom: Buffyverse
Character: Spike (implied previous relationships)
Rating: T
Word Count: 170
For: satanslut

He'd been a blind fool thinking that anyone truly wanted him. After the list of major rejections, Spike felt like he shouldn't have been surprised in the least about how this all turned out. But fool that he was, he remained shocked even now, a month later. He stopped going to Wolfram & Hart. Couldn't take the pain of seeing them together.

That week they'd spent together after losing Fred, he thought they were comforting each other. Turned out to be an audition. When looking for the right mate, it would be quicker to tryout two at a time. But at least let a bloke know that's what's going on.

Who auditioned, Spike was clueless. Was Angel trying to decide between Willow and him? Or was Willow trying the men on for size to see which one fit? Did it even bloody well matter anymore? They were a couple and he was left out in the cold. All he knew: Spike didn't get the role … didn't get the love.