Spoiler: After Life
Couples: W/A, W/G, W/A/G
IWD: Wag, Baby, Wag
"You think you know the full import what you've done Willow. You can't know. While you may have power--"
"I have more than power, Giles."
"--you hardly have the experience to dabble in these kinds of magics. Raising someone from the dead," his voice went lower still, "is not like a transportation or even a transmogrification. You are messing with powers and magicks far beyond your ken--"
"I know what I'm doing, Giles!"
"-- and I want you to stop." He ended his pacing just a little ways away from her so that he could look out the kitchen window and at all his estranged children -- even the most unlikely of them. "Promise me you'll with this sort of magic. I should--"
"No way!"
"--extract one forbidding you from magic all together. You're using it far too much," he said gravely, anger returning as he thought of the things he'd seen her do since his return.
Willow shook her head defiantly. "You are the one who's messing with things he doesn't understand, Giles. I'm a lot more powerful than you or anyone else thinks. You guys are just upset that I did what none of you could have done. What none of you had the courage to do."
Smack!
Willow raised her hand to her red cheek, shocked. Tears of pain ran unbidden and unnoticed down her cheeks. "Giles?"
"Stupid, stupid girl! Don't you know there are consequences?!"
"Relax Giles." Willow turned at the new voice. "If she wants to play her own version of Wag the Dog let her."
Letting out a shaky breath she breathed, "Angelus."
He shook his head slowly. "Really is a slow learner, isn't she Giles," the dark vampire said. His voice was like ice water running down the raw nerves of her spine. The light seemed to flee his approach as he stalked closer and closer to her. "Wonder what we could do about that?"
Giles was silent.
In an impressive instant Angel had her pressed against the countertop. "Bet you would taste real good. All that power you say you have, the blind ego and naivete that's going get you killed," he whispered, licking the outer shell of her ear, "the stupidity and blindness?" He purred.
"Giles!"
The Watcher appeared behind Angel, glasses off, staring at the girl.
"Help me," she whimpered, frightened beyond measure, "please."
Angel pulled back from the redhead. Giles set his chin on the vampire's shoulder. "Save something for the trail," and kissed him quickly on the lips. He disappeared.
"No! Giles!" she called hoarsely. "Giles!"
"Yes?"
Willow gasped.
"You're quite right, Wills. Can't leave it like that, can I?" Their kiss was that much more savagely passionate. Frightening in its brutal intensity for, it was obvious, neither felt anything for the other. Angel's lips were bruised when the Englishmen broke it off.
"Ripper?"
Giles laughed. "You're right, Angel, she is a slow learner."
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Willow clutched her neck. Eyes wide-open in the dark, all she could make out were gray-scaled versions of Joyce's room. Suddenly a soft light filled the room. Looking at Tara, she smiled. Her girlfriend hadn't even winced.
Very carefully, with gentle fingers on her now sensative neck, she felt for any scars. Well, there was that bump from before. Oh, and the scar that Oz gave her once when he accidently scratched her brushing her hair from her shoulder. She caressed it fondly. A yawn escaped her. Willow covered her mouth, she should go back to--
Her lips were wet. Why were her lips wet?
Hand trembling, Willow raised her fingertips to her eyes. Were they red? She couldn't tell if they were red or not. It was too dark. She had to know if they were red. Shaking all over Willow climbed out of bed and went to the hall.
She had found two mysterious dots of blood on her neck from no wound that she could see. Disturbed she didn't realize that lights she had conjured were long faded and failed to return at her next command.
Fin
