Title: The Titan
Author: Dana
Content: threats and other such things
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 6
Pairings: Willow/Drusilla
Description: Part eight of Willow Mine. Two demons have a little chat.
Setting: Post Grave
Feedback: dana@celticmuse.net
Distribution: Ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of BtVS so please do
not sue me I am only a poor rabid tech.
The night was still, creatures who thrived in the darkness fled at the first sight of crimson hair. Demons, humans, and even animals feared the Titan. A nickname, a silly title that the other beings gave her. She, of course, was aware of this, even if no one dared to say it to her face. She had heard it being spoken in terrified whispers. It amused her, that they feared her enough to brand her with such a name. With awe reference to the creatures of old and a funny little dig at the color of her hair. No one had ever feared the color red like they did now. She had shown them her power and now they cowered.
Briefly she frowned as she strode down the shadowed streets. Her plans would have to be adjusted to make room for the newest interruption in her unlife. Spike would have to be dealt with of course; and as much as she would have loved to have staked him she couldn't. Not without really ticking off her sire. Drusilla wanted to keep him and what her lover wants her lover gets. Besides, Dru might let her torture the souled vampire as a little revenge for all he had put her through.
Willow smiled as she came to a stop in front of the trashed shop. The Magic Box, the place of her greatest moments until she had been turned. Of course, fluffy human Willow would disagree. Smiling with amusement at the fond memories, she noted that she would have to do something about Giles. He would most likely be waking from his magically induced coma. Then he would try to contact the blonde bimbo and her cover would be blown. She would be seriously annoyed if that happened before she wanted. Making a note to talk with her sire about torture techniques, she walked into the store as if she owned it. A smirk flickered over her face at the sight of the being before her.
"Do vengeance demons sleep?"
Anya's head snapped up from the pile she was working on and her eyes widened in surprise. "Willow, what are you doing here?" She stood, brushing the dust off her clothes and waved a hand at the destruction still present in the store. "Wanted to finish the job?"
A wicked smile crept over her face as she sauntered into the middle of the room. "Maybe later. I've come for some information."
Scowling, the brunette demon moved behind the counter and started to sort her merchandize into small piles. One pile trashed and one still worth salvaging. "Aren't you supposed to be in England learning not to be evil?"
"Oh, I learned something much more interesting in that dreary country."
Narrowing her eyes in suspicion, Anya looked at the red head closer. A brief realization flooded through her mind. Alternating feelings of horror and a grudging admiration for the power coming off of her fluttered within her. "Who turned you?" she asked cautiously.
"An old friend of mine and we need a small favor." Smiling sweetly, the vampire sat down on the one stool left unbroken by her rampage months earlier. "We've come across a small problem. Will you help us?"
"Why should I?"
Laughing softly, Willow cast her a disbelieving look. "Because we can help you." Innocently the witch gave Anya a meaningful smile. "I've heard that you've been having some trouble with your demon gig. Not quite what you used to be after all."
Snorting angrily, Anya started to pace. "What is this? Intervention day? First Halfrek and now you. I don't need anyone's pity!"
"Well, I suppose I could always promise not to kill you." Her pretty lips turning down in a pout, she giggled briefly. "My sire has this delicious enchanted sword sitting in the family vaults. Apparently it's rumored to have the power the make immortals human again."
The anger disappeared from Anya's body and she looked at Willow warily.
Seeing she had the vengeance demons attention, Willow smirked. "I almost killed you when I was human. Killing you now will be easy." Hopping off the stool, she circled around Anya. Trailing her fingertips over soft skin, she giggled. "You're much more useful alive."
Anya started to know real fear as she gazed at the grinning red head. It was true, even the strength she had gotten as a demon hadn't kept her from being used and almost killed. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. She was immortal, she knew, but there were things that could even kill the gods. Making her decision and hating herself for letting Willow use her again, she opened her eyes. "What do you need?"
Grinning, the vampire gestured towards the bookshelves. "I need to find out about any demons who can soul a vampire or grant wishes of that sort. Then I need to know how to remove the soul."
Frowning, Anya ran through a list of demons she already knew like that. The only vampire she knew of who had a soul was Angel. But his soul was easy to get rid of, so why would she want information? "I'll ask around and see what I can find."
"You do that." Lifting her head, she felt a tingle down her spine. Another vampire was in the area. Sniffing the air she smiled suddenly. It was Drusilla. Happily, she watched as the insane vampire made her appearance. "Pet, what are you doing here?"
"The stars sang to me tonight. They told me that the librarian is awake."
Frowning, she looked back at Anya. "You have not seen us. Remember that. I'll be back tomorrow." Turning on heel, she took her sire's arm and lead her out into the night.
Anya heard a soft giggle from the brunette vampire and some words she had to strain to hear. When they became known she gasped; some things had finally become clear. She understood some things that the beings had been whispering throughout the town about a powerful creature who had taken control of Sunnydale but hadn't shown themselves. It was Willow. The personality, the power radiating off of her and the hair. She was the Titan.
Author: Dana
Content: threats and other such things
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 6
Pairings: Willow/Drusilla
Description: Part eight of Willow Mine. Two demons have a little chat.
Setting: Post Grave
Feedback: dana@celticmuse.net
Distribution: Ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of BtVS so please do
not sue me I am only a poor rabid tech.
The night was still, creatures who thrived in the darkness fled at the first sight of crimson hair. Demons, humans, and even animals feared the Titan. A nickname, a silly title that the other beings gave her. She, of course, was aware of this, even if no one dared to say it to her face. She had heard it being spoken in terrified whispers. It amused her, that they feared her enough to brand her with such a name. With awe reference to the creatures of old and a funny little dig at the color of her hair. No one had ever feared the color red like they did now. She had shown them her power and now they cowered.
Briefly she frowned as she strode down the shadowed streets. Her plans would have to be adjusted to make room for the newest interruption in her unlife. Spike would have to be dealt with of course; and as much as she would have loved to have staked him she couldn't. Not without really ticking off her sire. Drusilla wanted to keep him and what her lover wants her lover gets. Besides, Dru might let her torture the souled vampire as a little revenge for all he had put her through.
Willow smiled as she came to a stop in front of the trashed shop. The Magic Box, the place of her greatest moments until she had been turned. Of course, fluffy human Willow would disagree. Smiling with amusement at the fond memories, she noted that she would have to do something about Giles. He would most likely be waking from his magically induced coma. Then he would try to contact the blonde bimbo and her cover would be blown. She would be seriously annoyed if that happened before she wanted. Making a note to talk with her sire about torture techniques, she walked into the store as if she owned it. A smirk flickered over her face at the sight of the being before her.
"Do vengeance demons sleep?"
Anya's head snapped up from the pile she was working on and her eyes widened in surprise. "Willow, what are you doing here?" She stood, brushing the dust off her clothes and waved a hand at the destruction still present in the store. "Wanted to finish the job?"
A wicked smile crept over her face as she sauntered into the middle of the room. "Maybe later. I've come for some information."
Scowling, the brunette demon moved behind the counter and started to sort her merchandize into small piles. One pile trashed and one still worth salvaging. "Aren't you supposed to be in England learning not to be evil?"
"Oh, I learned something much more interesting in that dreary country."
Narrowing her eyes in suspicion, Anya looked at the red head closer. A brief realization flooded through her mind. Alternating feelings of horror and a grudging admiration for the power coming off of her fluttered within her. "Who turned you?" she asked cautiously.
"An old friend of mine and we need a small favor." Smiling sweetly, the vampire sat down on the one stool left unbroken by her rampage months earlier. "We've come across a small problem. Will you help us?"
"Why should I?"
Laughing softly, Willow cast her a disbelieving look. "Because we can help you." Innocently the witch gave Anya a meaningful smile. "I've heard that you've been having some trouble with your demon gig. Not quite what you used to be after all."
Snorting angrily, Anya started to pace. "What is this? Intervention day? First Halfrek and now you. I don't need anyone's pity!"
"Well, I suppose I could always promise not to kill you." Her pretty lips turning down in a pout, she giggled briefly. "My sire has this delicious enchanted sword sitting in the family vaults. Apparently it's rumored to have the power the make immortals human again."
The anger disappeared from Anya's body and she looked at Willow warily.
Seeing she had the vengeance demons attention, Willow smirked. "I almost killed you when I was human. Killing you now will be easy." Hopping off the stool, she circled around Anya. Trailing her fingertips over soft skin, she giggled. "You're much more useful alive."
Anya started to know real fear as she gazed at the grinning red head. It was true, even the strength she had gotten as a demon hadn't kept her from being used and almost killed. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. She was immortal, she knew, but there were things that could even kill the gods. Making her decision and hating herself for letting Willow use her again, she opened her eyes. "What do you need?"
Grinning, the vampire gestured towards the bookshelves. "I need to find out about any demons who can soul a vampire or grant wishes of that sort. Then I need to know how to remove the soul."
Frowning, Anya ran through a list of demons she already knew like that. The only vampire she knew of who had a soul was Angel. But his soul was easy to get rid of, so why would she want information? "I'll ask around and see what I can find."
"You do that." Lifting her head, she felt a tingle down her spine. Another vampire was in the area. Sniffing the air she smiled suddenly. It was Drusilla. Happily, she watched as the insane vampire made her appearance. "Pet, what are you doing here?"
"The stars sang to me tonight. They told me that the librarian is awake."
Frowning, she looked back at Anya. "You have not seen us. Remember that. I'll be back tomorrow." Turning on heel, she took her sire's arm and lead her out into the night.
Anya heard a soft giggle from the brunette vampire and some words she had to strain to hear. When they became known she gasped; some things had finally become clear. She understood some things that the beings had been whispering throughout the town about a powerful creature who had taken control of Sunnydale but hadn't shown themselves. It was Willow. The personality, the power radiating off of her and the hair. She was the Titan.