I still do not own Buffy the vampire slayer. And I doubt that I ever will. *Heavy sigh*
I don't remember if I put all this stuff on the last one but I decided to do it on this chapter.
Setting: Season 2. With Angelus. Ah...
Paring: Willow/Angelus(eventually. Don't rush it. These things take time.)
Feedback: Yes yes yes yes yes! Please I luv feedback and it just makes me soooo happy and it inspires me to write! Most of the time anyway. Well, I think I've rambled on long enough don't you? Time for the story.
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Angelus rolled over in his bed and groaned in boredom. He hated the day. There was nothing to do but wait. Wait for the night. Wait to see her. He smiled at the thought. Willow. He hadn't seen her in two days. He was still trying to figure out what Drusilla meant when she told him to stay away from the girl. Drusilla's warnings about the little witch did nothing but intrigue him. How could someone so small and innocent have such power. And such darkness. He wanted to see her. There was nothing to do at the warehouse anyway. Although he did have to admit watching Dru make Spike talk nicely to Miss Edith while drinking imaginary tea was fairly amusing. But when Angelus himself had been forced to join the tea party the whole scenario lost it's appeal.
"What's wrong Daddy? Don't you want to play?" Drusilla asked. She had been sitting by his bedside all day begging him to play. But he wasn't interested.
"Have you had another vision Dru?" he asked trying to ignore her cries for attention. She sighed and frowned down at the doll in her hands.
"Daddy still doesn't want to play. Miss Edith misses you." she insisted. Angelus rolled his eyes. He didn't want to hear about Miss Edith. He wanted to hear about Willow.
"The voices are whispering to me."
"What do they say?"
"Don't see her. Not again. Leave her alone. She will…"
"What will she do?" Angelus threw his legs over the side of the bed. He stood up and walked to where Drusilla was sitting. He knelt down on one knee and tried to get her to look up at him.
"She is stronger than you." Drusilla whispered. Angelus stood up.
"No." he said simply and walked out of the bedroom.
Willow is not stronger. She's just a little girl he thought. He smiled as he let out a sigh. Now he would have to go see her again.
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"I've found it." Giles announced. Willow smiled and let out a heavy sigh of relief. Ha take that Angelus she though happily. It had been two days since she'd last seen him. They had all been searching desperately for some kind of spell. And Giles had finally found it. Images suddenly began to flood through her mind. Memories from the past two days that had seemed to last forever.
The morning after Angelus had ever so kindly (yea right) walked her home and they had run into Harmony. Wondering if she would say anything. But she had just given Willow the usual eye rolling. She never thought she'd be so happy to only be insulted by Harmony. Waiting for Angelus to show up at her balcony doors was the worst kind of torture she could think of. But he hadn't come. Maybe he had forgotten about her she wondered hopefully. Maybe he would never come back. But now that Giles had finally found the uninvited spell, it wouldn't matter if he did.
"Thank God. He was in my car you know. And I so do not want evil things riding in my car. So we do that first." Cordelia declared. Everyone in the room raised their eyebrows at her statement. But none the less, they would do Queen C's car. No matter how ridiculous the idea seemed.
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Angelus bit his lip to keep from laughing. They were doing some dim-witted cheerleaders car. He watched as Willow did her best to hold back her own laughter. It was one of the funniest things he'd seen in centuries. He wondered if they even knew that the spell couldn't be used on cars. Well, he wasn't exactly sure if it could or not. He'd never seen anyone do it before. He chuckled softly to himself. A vampire uninvite spell for some foolish girls car. What would they think up next he wondered.
Buffy tossed a nervous glance at the bushes next to where Cordelia had parked her car. She could feel something over there. A vampire she thought sadly. Maybe even Angelus. But why would he be watching she asked herself. She looked over at her best friend who was doing her best not to giggle as she began to chant. At least Willow will be safe. We'll do a protection spell at her home. And at least I'll know that she's safe. Buffy let out a sigh of reassurance at her own thoughts.
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When the spell on Cordelias car had been done, they had headed over to Buffy's house. Willow was relieved that she could do something like this for her friend. Buffy had always been the one making them feel protected. But now she was doing something to help her friend be safe. She could finally be proud that she was doing something to repay Buffy for all that times that she had saved her own life.
Willow walked upstairs to her room. She didn't see the smiling vampire that stood patiently outside her balcony doors. He watched as she pulled out a spell book and some ingredients. She laid them all out neatly on her desk and picked up a small cross. Picking up a hammer and nail she walked over to the French doors and positioned the cross to where it could easily be covered up by the curtains. Just then, the white doors flew open. Making her jump back and drop the cross and hammer. Angelus walked in gracefully shutting the door behind him as he came in.
"Hey Willow. Long time no see." he laughed as he jumped on her bed. He put his hands behind his head and spread his legs out on her comforter. Willow just watched him as he smirked up at her. She could feel her cheeks become red with anger. Her mouth was opened slightly in confusion as she tried to form words. When none came she simply shook her head in disbelief.
"Close your mouth dear. It doesn't make you look very attractive." he told her. Willow obediently did so and began to glare at him. When words did happen to come they simply spilled out of her mouth in a mad rush.
"You. You you you. How could you? Is this even possible. I was just and then you were and then and you were…what? How? I…I…this isn't fair. Or right or or…I was just about to." she stuttered. She closed her mouth and took a deep breath. She grew even angrier when she saw Angelus's amusement in the whole situation.
"Why are you here?" she screamed.
"Your not mad are you? I'm so sorry did I interrupt something? Hum." he said jumping off her bed and heading over to her desk. He picked up a few ingredients and looked at them curiously.
"You weren't doing a vampire uninvited spell by any chance were you precious?" Angelus asked her with a chuckle. She nodded slowly as he put the objects down. He walked leisurely over to her. Cocking his head to the side, he placed his right hand gently under her chin.
"Why, who ever for?" he asked genuinely as he lifted her head up. She still refused to meet his gaze and instead gazed out onto the balcony.
"Willow?" he said sternly jerking her head up a bit more. She gave in and looked up at him.
Not as good of an idea as I thought it would've been she thought as she starred into his eyes.
"A-a vampire." she told him nodding her head in confirmation. He laughed softly at her words.
"I gathered that much precious. Which vampire?" he asked.
"A-a. Um. A b-bad one. Yea. There's this um evil vampire who got invited into my house and I was trying to revoke his invitation. I'm not big on the idea of a homicidal vicious blood sucking demon having a special backstage pass to my bedroom." she said with confidence. After all, it's not like she was lying. He was a vicious blood sucking homicidal demon. And he did have a backstage pass to her room.
"Oh. Maybe I know him." he said as he backed away from her and sat down at the end of her bed.
"I-I don't think you would." she insisted.
"Come now. I know everyone. Just tell me who's been bothering you." It was hard for him not to laugh. He had just walked in on her trying to uninvited
him from her home. And now she was trying to convince him that it was another vampire. She must think I'm stupid or something he thought. But the situation was just to perfect.
"Well he's ah. Old." she told him.
"Old? We're all old my dear. Do you think you could be just a bit more specific."
"I m-mean he's old as in like um old. He was old before he was turned. I'd say he's in his forty's maybe? And he's an err…albino. Yes. Albino. And he's not from around here. He's from uh…Poland."
Poland? Oh yea that was a good one.
"So. A homicidal forty year old Albino vampire from Poland. I think I know who you mean."
"What?" There couldn't really be a, could there? He is just messing with me. He had to be. Unless there really is a Polish middle-aged albino vampire out there.
"Yes. He and I are good friends in fact. We came over to the Americas together. Of course I had my soul then. But he did help me. I'm sure if I just ask him nicely he'll leave you alone. And then you won't have to worry about it." "Oh well uh thanks." You have got to be kidding me. He's joking right. He has to be joking.
I can't believe it. She knows Roscoe. Hum. Maybe she really wasn't trying to uninvited me.
"No problem. But, I will have to have something in return." he told her.
"Like payment."
"Exactly." he said.
"O-okay. I g-gues that's fair. I mean as long as it's not a pint of my own blood or something I think I can handle it. What do you want?" "I don't know yet." he admitted. He tilted his head and laughed a bit.
"What's so funny?" she asked forgetting for a moment that he was a vampire.
"Just thinking about an how shall I put it, event that I was witness to this evening. I found it quite humorous."
"Quite?" she said skeptically.
"All right. Very."
"Ha! I knew I heard someone laughing in the bushes! You were watching when we did Cordelias car!" she exclaimed.
"Yes well you caught me." he said throwing his hands up in surrender.
"I knew I wasn't the only who thought it was funny." she said.
"No. I guess you weren't precious." he laughed.
Why does he keep saying that word? Precious.
"It suits you."
"Huh?" "That is what you were wondering wasn't it precious? Why I kept calling you that. Well I think it suits you. It describes innocence. Which you are." he told her.
"Oh." she muttered softly. "Have you thought of what you want yet?"
"No. I think I'll have to sleep on it. I'll be back tomorrow." he told her. He got up and walked to the balcony. He turned around and walked back to her desk.
"Almost forgot." "W-what are you doing?"
"I told you. I was going to talk to Roscoe. So you won't be needing all of this." He grabbed the spell book and tore out the page with the uninvited spell. He picked up the rest of the ingredients and stuck them in his pockets.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow precious." he assured her. He brushed a kiss over her forehead and once again jumped off over the balcony. Willow shook her head in amazement. He had just taken all of her ingredients. The spell. And now he would have an all access pass to her room. And she wasn't afraid. She was but, not as much as she knew she should be. Pulling down her covers she jumped into the bed. She starred up at the ceiling for a few minutes before turning off the light. Why wasn't she afraid of him? What was wrong with her. Wait a minute.
"Roscoe?"
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The end of chapter three. I finally wrote it and I is so proud of I's self. Please review. I have been looking up a lot of Willow/Angelus fics. (Research. Pure research I tell you.) And I've found such good stories. But hardly any of them are finished. So, as my imaginary closet monster named Microwave oven as my witness, I vow to finish this story! Unless of course I die. Or get paralyzed or something. Then you know there's really no choice. Okay. I'm gonna go work on another chapter. Bye!
I don't remember if I put all this stuff on the last one but I decided to do it on this chapter.
Setting: Season 2. With Angelus. Ah...
Paring: Willow/Angelus(eventually. Don't rush it. These things take time.)
Feedback: Yes yes yes yes yes! Please I luv feedback and it just makes me soooo happy and it inspires me to write! Most of the time anyway. Well, I think I've rambled on long enough don't you? Time for the story.
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Angelus rolled over in his bed and groaned in boredom. He hated the day. There was nothing to do but wait. Wait for the night. Wait to see her. He smiled at the thought. Willow. He hadn't seen her in two days. He was still trying to figure out what Drusilla meant when she told him to stay away from the girl. Drusilla's warnings about the little witch did nothing but intrigue him. How could someone so small and innocent have such power. And such darkness. He wanted to see her. There was nothing to do at the warehouse anyway. Although he did have to admit watching Dru make Spike talk nicely to Miss Edith while drinking imaginary tea was fairly amusing. But when Angelus himself had been forced to join the tea party the whole scenario lost it's appeal.
"What's wrong Daddy? Don't you want to play?" Drusilla asked. She had been sitting by his bedside all day begging him to play. But he wasn't interested.
"Have you had another vision Dru?" he asked trying to ignore her cries for attention. She sighed and frowned down at the doll in her hands.
"Daddy still doesn't want to play. Miss Edith misses you." she insisted. Angelus rolled his eyes. He didn't want to hear about Miss Edith. He wanted to hear about Willow.
"The voices are whispering to me."
"What do they say?"
"Don't see her. Not again. Leave her alone. She will…"
"What will she do?" Angelus threw his legs over the side of the bed. He stood up and walked to where Drusilla was sitting. He knelt down on one knee and tried to get her to look up at him.
"She is stronger than you." Drusilla whispered. Angelus stood up.
"No." he said simply and walked out of the bedroom.
Willow is not stronger. She's just a little girl he thought. He smiled as he let out a sigh. Now he would have to go see her again.
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"I've found it." Giles announced. Willow smiled and let out a heavy sigh of relief. Ha take that Angelus she though happily. It had been two days since she'd last seen him. They had all been searching desperately for some kind of spell. And Giles had finally found it. Images suddenly began to flood through her mind. Memories from the past two days that had seemed to last forever.
The morning after Angelus had ever so kindly (yea right) walked her home and they had run into Harmony. Wondering if she would say anything. But she had just given Willow the usual eye rolling. She never thought she'd be so happy to only be insulted by Harmony. Waiting for Angelus to show up at her balcony doors was the worst kind of torture she could think of. But he hadn't come. Maybe he had forgotten about her she wondered hopefully. Maybe he would never come back. But now that Giles had finally found the uninvited spell, it wouldn't matter if he did.
"Thank God. He was in my car you know. And I so do not want evil things riding in my car. So we do that first." Cordelia declared. Everyone in the room raised their eyebrows at her statement. But none the less, they would do Queen C's car. No matter how ridiculous the idea seemed.
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Angelus bit his lip to keep from laughing. They were doing some dim-witted cheerleaders car. He watched as Willow did her best to hold back her own laughter. It was one of the funniest things he'd seen in centuries. He wondered if they even knew that the spell couldn't be used on cars. Well, he wasn't exactly sure if it could or not. He'd never seen anyone do it before. He chuckled softly to himself. A vampire uninvite spell for some foolish girls car. What would they think up next he wondered.
Buffy tossed a nervous glance at the bushes next to where Cordelia had parked her car. She could feel something over there. A vampire she thought sadly. Maybe even Angelus. But why would he be watching she asked herself. She looked over at her best friend who was doing her best not to giggle as she began to chant. At least Willow will be safe. We'll do a protection spell at her home. And at least I'll know that she's safe. Buffy let out a sigh of reassurance at her own thoughts.
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When the spell on Cordelias car had been done, they had headed over to Buffy's house. Willow was relieved that she could do something like this for her friend. Buffy had always been the one making them feel protected. But now she was doing something to help her friend be safe. She could finally be proud that she was doing something to repay Buffy for all that times that she had saved her own life.
Willow walked upstairs to her room. She didn't see the smiling vampire that stood patiently outside her balcony doors. He watched as she pulled out a spell book and some ingredients. She laid them all out neatly on her desk and picked up a small cross. Picking up a hammer and nail she walked over to the French doors and positioned the cross to where it could easily be covered up by the curtains. Just then, the white doors flew open. Making her jump back and drop the cross and hammer. Angelus walked in gracefully shutting the door behind him as he came in.
"Hey Willow. Long time no see." he laughed as he jumped on her bed. He put his hands behind his head and spread his legs out on her comforter. Willow just watched him as he smirked up at her. She could feel her cheeks become red with anger. Her mouth was opened slightly in confusion as she tried to form words. When none came she simply shook her head in disbelief.
"Close your mouth dear. It doesn't make you look very attractive." he told her. Willow obediently did so and began to glare at him. When words did happen to come they simply spilled out of her mouth in a mad rush.
"You. You you you. How could you? Is this even possible. I was just and then you were and then and you were…what? How? I…I…this isn't fair. Or right or or…I was just about to." she stuttered. She closed her mouth and took a deep breath. She grew even angrier when she saw Angelus's amusement in the whole situation.
"Why are you here?" she screamed.
"Your not mad are you? I'm so sorry did I interrupt something? Hum." he said jumping off her bed and heading over to her desk. He picked up a few ingredients and looked at them curiously.
"You weren't doing a vampire uninvited spell by any chance were you precious?" Angelus asked her with a chuckle. She nodded slowly as he put the objects down. He walked leisurely over to her. Cocking his head to the side, he placed his right hand gently under her chin.
"Why, who ever for?" he asked genuinely as he lifted her head up. She still refused to meet his gaze and instead gazed out onto the balcony.
"Willow?" he said sternly jerking her head up a bit more. She gave in and looked up at him.
Not as good of an idea as I thought it would've been she thought as she starred into his eyes.
"A-a vampire." she told him nodding her head in confirmation. He laughed softly at her words.
"I gathered that much precious. Which vampire?" he asked.
"A-a. Um. A b-bad one. Yea. There's this um evil vampire who got invited into my house and I was trying to revoke his invitation. I'm not big on the idea of a homicidal vicious blood sucking demon having a special backstage pass to my bedroom." she said with confidence. After all, it's not like she was lying. He was a vicious blood sucking homicidal demon. And he did have a backstage pass to her room.
"Oh. Maybe I know him." he said as he backed away from her and sat down at the end of her bed.
"I-I don't think you would." she insisted.
"Come now. I know everyone. Just tell me who's been bothering you." It was hard for him not to laugh. He had just walked in on her trying to uninvited
him from her home. And now she was trying to convince him that it was another vampire. She must think I'm stupid or something he thought. But the situation was just to perfect.
"Well he's ah. Old." she told him.
"Old? We're all old my dear. Do you think you could be just a bit more specific."
"I m-mean he's old as in like um old. He was old before he was turned. I'd say he's in his forty's maybe? And he's an err…albino. Yes. Albino. And he's not from around here. He's from uh…Poland."
Poland? Oh yea that was a good one.
"So. A homicidal forty year old Albino vampire from Poland. I think I know who you mean."
"What?" There couldn't really be a, could there? He is just messing with me. He had to be. Unless there really is a Polish middle-aged albino vampire out there.
"Yes. He and I are good friends in fact. We came over to the Americas together. Of course I had my soul then. But he did help me. I'm sure if I just ask him nicely he'll leave you alone. And then you won't have to worry about it." "Oh well uh thanks." You have got to be kidding me. He's joking right. He has to be joking.
I can't believe it. She knows Roscoe. Hum. Maybe she really wasn't trying to uninvited me.
"No problem. But, I will have to have something in return." he told her.
"Like payment."
"Exactly." he said.
"O-okay. I g-gues that's fair. I mean as long as it's not a pint of my own blood or something I think I can handle it. What do you want?" "I don't know yet." he admitted. He tilted his head and laughed a bit.
"What's so funny?" she asked forgetting for a moment that he was a vampire.
"Just thinking about an how shall I put it, event that I was witness to this evening. I found it quite humorous."
"Quite?" she said skeptically.
"All right. Very."
"Ha! I knew I heard someone laughing in the bushes! You were watching when we did Cordelias car!" she exclaimed.
"Yes well you caught me." he said throwing his hands up in surrender.
"I knew I wasn't the only who thought it was funny." she said.
"No. I guess you weren't precious." he laughed.
Why does he keep saying that word? Precious.
"It suits you."
"Huh?" "That is what you were wondering wasn't it precious? Why I kept calling you that. Well I think it suits you. It describes innocence. Which you are." he told her.
"Oh." she muttered softly. "Have you thought of what you want yet?"
"No. I think I'll have to sleep on it. I'll be back tomorrow." he told her. He got up and walked to the balcony. He turned around and walked back to her desk.
"Almost forgot." "W-what are you doing?"
"I told you. I was going to talk to Roscoe. So you won't be needing all of this." He grabbed the spell book and tore out the page with the uninvited spell. He picked up the rest of the ingredients and stuck them in his pockets.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow precious." he assured her. He brushed a kiss over her forehead and once again jumped off over the balcony. Willow shook her head in amazement. He had just taken all of her ingredients. The spell. And now he would have an all access pass to her room. And she wasn't afraid. She was but, not as much as she knew she should be. Pulling down her covers she jumped into the bed. She starred up at the ceiling for a few minutes before turning off the light. Why wasn't she afraid of him? What was wrong with her. Wait a minute.
"Roscoe?"
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The end of chapter three. I finally wrote it and I is so proud of I's self. Please review. I have been looking up a lot of Willow/Angelus fics. (Research. Pure research I tell you.) And I've found such good stories. But hardly any of them are finished. So, as my imaginary closet monster named Microwave oven as my witness, I vow to finish this story! Unless of course I die. Or get paralyzed or something. Then you know there's really no choice. Okay. I'm gonna go work on another chapter. Bye!