Title: Vanilla and Kinks
Author: Witchy Red
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them
Distribution: Bloody Kisses, NHA, fanfiction.net
Summary: Willow finds out the family secret (Willow/Spike)
Rating: R
Willow sat nervously on one point of a triangle drawn on her floor with chalk. Spike and Angel sat at the other two points. Through the triangle was a five sided star. The triangle was small enough that Willow could reach out and touch both of the vampires. In the center of the circle was a shallow ceremonial bowl. The ritual could have been accomplished with Tupperware and a butcher's knife but Angel had to have ceremony. She was surprised that he hadn't insisted on doing the ritual in Latin. Willow worried that he was becoming a little to uptight.
The lights in the kitchen were dimmed so that Willow could barely make out was happening. Angel sat on his knees and poured a small bottle of holy water into the bowl, being careful not to spill it on himself. Then he sprinkled some herbs in. Finally he picked up a black handled knife before turning to Spike. Spike held out his hand wordlessly and Angel cut it. Spike allowed some of his blood to fall into the bowl. Then it was Willow's turn. Slowly she held up her arm so Angel could reach. Angel grabbed her arm and she turned her head away. When he cut her she hissed at the sudden pain and her eyes watered. Quickly she balled her hand into a fist in order to squeeze blood out of the shallow cut.
When she had finished Angel slowly swirled the bowl, mixing the liquid. Then he held the bowl up and said.
"Drink of this, the two, and become one. Drink of this and become the Comitta."
He handed the bowl to Spike who slowly sipped from the bowl without once taking his eyes from Willow.
"I drink of this and become the Comitta." He said before handing the bowl to Willow. Willow excepted the bowl with a steady hand and drank.
"I drink of this and become the Comitta." She said solemnly but she couldn't keep the excitement out of her voice. Finally, this was what she had been looking for, this was what she wanted.
"I drink of the two, so that they may remain one." Angel said once Willow had handed the bowl back to him. Then he finished the liquid and set the bowl down. Slowly he picked up another knife, this one covered in ornamental etchings. Spike insisted in calling it an athame no matter how many times Willow told him that athames were never used to cut. They were used only to call power.
Angel held up his wrist and cut deeply into it. He leaned over and smeared blood in the middle of Spike's forehead, over his third eye. Then he lowered his wrist.
"From the sire to the childe." He said quietly, his voice full of barely contained emotion. Spike looked him in the eye and in seconds some of what had been shattered was repaired. Then Spike lowered his head and drank heavily from his sire. When he had finished he wiped his mouth and took the knife from Angel. Then Spike turned to his beautiful Willow and cut his wrist in the same way as Angel. He smeared his blood over her third eye and lowered his wrist to the exact same position as Angel had done for him.
"From the childe to the mate." He spoke through deep feelings of love that had suddenly surged up. Willow smiled at him and lowered her head. She drank the metallic liquid that flowed out of the blonde vampire. It wasn't bad, a lot less disgusting then she had thought, but she didn't understand what the big deal was. She guessed you had to be a vampire to get it.
Finally Willow sat up and took the knife from Spike. She quickly cut both of her wrists and held them out to the two vampires.
"From the mate to the family." She said. Neither vampire hesitated. Their control was almost lost with the smell of the heady elixir flowing from her. They slipped into their game faces and drank of the sweet girl who was offering herself to them.
After a few minutes Spike sat up. He notice that Angel was still drinking and pushed him roughly away from the red-headed girl. Angel quickly regained his humanity and smiled sheepishly. It had been far to long since he had drank human blood.
"From the ashes of two, the spirit of one has risen. You are now the Comitta." Angel said. They were the final words of the ritual.
Willow and Spike stood up so fast that Spike kicked the ceremonial bowl and it went flying across the room. He pulled Willow into his arms and lowered his lips to hers. In a frenzied rush they were both tearing at there clothes, desperate for each other. They were so wrapped up in one another that they had forgotten Angel was there. Slightly embarrassed and more than a little aroused he rose and walked unsteadily from the room.
Angel walked out into the living room and sank onto the floor, against the far wall. He placed his head in his hands and fought to restrain his body. He had a raging hard-on and couldn't seem to stop shaking.
"Are you okay?" Giles asked worriedly.
"I will be just give me a minute." Angel answered.
"What's wrong with you?" Xander asked. Angel laughed a little before answering him.
"Lets just say it's a good thing Buffy isn't here right now. I'm not really in control."
"Oh." Xander said, for once at a loss for words.
"Did you have sex?" Cordelia asked bluntly. Angel looked at the gorgeous brunette and moaned softly, under his breath so no one could hear him. She was almost to much. He loved Buffy but man did that girl have legs.
"There's no sex itself involved in the ritual but its very sensual, at least for a vampire, and usually for the human involved too. Besides, it's been a really long time since I've tasted human blood." Angel said. Xander's head flipped up like a marionette and his eyes widened.
"What!?"
Author: Witchy Red
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them
Distribution: Bloody Kisses, NHA, fanfiction.net
Summary: Willow finds out the family secret (Willow/Spike)
Rating: R
Willow sat nervously on one point of a triangle drawn on her floor with chalk. Spike and Angel sat at the other two points. Through the triangle was a five sided star. The triangle was small enough that Willow could reach out and touch both of the vampires. In the center of the circle was a shallow ceremonial bowl. The ritual could have been accomplished with Tupperware and a butcher's knife but Angel had to have ceremony. She was surprised that he hadn't insisted on doing the ritual in Latin. Willow worried that he was becoming a little to uptight.
The lights in the kitchen were dimmed so that Willow could barely make out was happening. Angel sat on his knees and poured a small bottle of holy water into the bowl, being careful not to spill it on himself. Then he sprinkled some herbs in. Finally he picked up a black handled knife before turning to Spike. Spike held out his hand wordlessly and Angel cut it. Spike allowed some of his blood to fall into the bowl. Then it was Willow's turn. Slowly she held up her arm so Angel could reach. Angel grabbed her arm and she turned her head away. When he cut her she hissed at the sudden pain and her eyes watered. Quickly she balled her hand into a fist in order to squeeze blood out of the shallow cut.
When she had finished Angel slowly swirled the bowl, mixing the liquid. Then he held the bowl up and said.
"Drink of this, the two, and become one. Drink of this and become the Comitta."
He handed the bowl to Spike who slowly sipped from the bowl without once taking his eyes from Willow.
"I drink of this and become the Comitta." He said before handing the bowl to Willow. Willow excepted the bowl with a steady hand and drank.
"I drink of this and become the Comitta." She said solemnly but she couldn't keep the excitement out of her voice. Finally, this was what she had been looking for, this was what she wanted.
"I drink of the two, so that they may remain one." Angel said once Willow had handed the bowl back to him. Then he finished the liquid and set the bowl down. Slowly he picked up another knife, this one covered in ornamental etchings. Spike insisted in calling it an athame no matter how many times Willow told him that athames were never used to cut. They were used only to call power.
Angel held up his wrist and cut deeply into it. He leaned over and smeared blood in the middle of Spike's forehead, over his third eye. Then he lowered his wrist.
"From the sire to the childe." He said quietly, his voice full of barely contained emotion. Spike looked him in the eye and in seconds some of what had been shattered was repaired. Then Spike lowered his head and drank heavily from his sire. When he had finished he wiped his mouth and took the knife from Angel. Then Spike turned to his beautiful Willow and cut his wrist in the same way as Angel. He smeared his blood over her third eye and lowered his wrist to the exact same position as Angel had done for him.
"From the childe to the mate." He spoke through deep feelings of love that had suddenly surged up. Willow smiled at him and lowered her head. She drank the metallic liquid that flowed out of the blonde vampire. It wasn't bad, a lot less disgusting then she had thought, but she didn't understand what the big deal was. She guessed you had to be a vampire to get it.
Finally Willow sat up and took the knife from Spike. She quickly cut both of her wrists and held them out to the two vampires.
"From the mate to the family." She said. Neither vampire hesitated. Their control was almost lost with the smell of the heady elixir flowing from her. They slipped into their game faces and drank of the sweet girl who was offering herself to them.
After a few minutes Spike sat up. He notice that Angel was still drinking and pushed him roughly away from the red-headed girl. Angel quickly regained his humanity and smiled sheepishly. It had been far to long since he had drank human blood.
"From the ashes of two, the spirit of one has risen. You are now the Comitta." Angel said. They were the final words of the ritual.
Willow and Spike stood up so fast that Spike kicked the ceremonial bowl and it went flying across the room. He pulled Willow into his arms and lowered his lips to hers. In a frenzied rush they were both tearing at there clothes, desperate for each other. They were so wrapped up in one another that they had forgotten Angel was there. Slightly embarrassed and more than a little aroused he rose and walked unsteadily from the room.
Angel walked out into the living room and sank onto the floor, against the far wall. He placed his head in his hands and fought to restrain his body. He had a raging hard-on and couldn't seem to stop shaking.
"Are you okay?" Giles asked worriedly.
"I will be just give me a minute." Angel answered.
"What's wrong with you?" Xander asked. Angel laughed a little before answering him.
"Lets just say it's a good thing Buffy isn't here right now. I'm not really in control."
"Oh." Xander said, for once at a loss for words.
"Did you have sex?" Cordelia asked bluntly. Angel looked at the gorgeous brunette and moaned softly, under his breath so no one could hear him. She was almost to much. He loved Buffy but man did that girl have legs.
"There's no sex itself involved in the ritual but its very sensual, at least for a vampire, and usually for the human involved too. Besides, it's been a really long time since I've tasted human blood." Angel said. Xander's head flipped up like a marionette and his eyes widened.
"What!?"
