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"Ha! I've got it I've got it! Yes. I'm a genius." Angelus yelled excitedly as he jumped out of the over stuffed arm chair he'd been sitting in for the past hour. He'd been thinking about what to do about Willow almost all night and most of the day. And he finally had it.
He turned around with a giant grin on his face and realized that there had been some minions standing behind him. They were looking at him with raised eyebrows and had small smirks playing at the ends of their mouths.
Angelus quickly regained his senses and replaced his grin with an angry scowl. "What?" he growled irritably.
"Nothing master." said one of the younger, light haired minions. He was standing next to a large marble statue that Drusilla had insisted Spike buy on one of their many trips to Eastern Europe. Angelus noticed a small sword laying by the statue. Time for some fun he thought wickedly to himself.
"Really? I could've swore I heard someone laughing. What? You don't think I'm a genius?" he asked as he began to stalk closer to the frightened boy. He picked up the sword and began to carelessly twirl it around in his right hand. The other minions had begun to quietly leave the room in hopes of escaping Angelus's punishment.
"No. I mean yes. You are a genius Angelus." the boy replied. Angelus suddenly remembered the boys name. Drusilla had sired him a few weeks ago when she saw him at the park.
"Billy isn't it? One of Dru's favorite little minions."
"Um yes. Billy. I didn't mean to disturb you. Master." Billy added quickly. Angelus smiled as he tightened his grip around the small sword that he had stopped twirling. He held it up to Billy's neck. He tilted his head to the side, perhaps wondering whether or not to let him live. But the decision had already been made. With lenient grace, Angelus turned around swiftly, grazing the boys neck with the sharp edge of the sword. Then he dropped the sword and watched as Billy began to tremble.
"No problem. Just be a bit more careful next time." he laughed. It was so much fun playing with the new minions. Never knew how long they would last with anyway. Especially with the slayer in town. The slayer. He hadn't done anything to torture her in a while. No matter. He would get to that. Eventually.
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Another day Willow thought harshly to herself. Another day that would most likely end in another confrontation with Angelus. She felt awful. She couldn't tell Buffy. Tonight he would be coming to collect his 'payment' for telling a vampire, that probably doesn't even exist to leave her alone. She smiled at the thought of a middle-aged vampire walking around the streets of Sunnydale. A middle-aged, Albino Polish vampire she reminded herself. But he was coming. And was expecting to be 'paid' in full. That probably wasn't good. And she was much to afraid to stop at the magic shop to get supplies for another un-invite spell.
She didn't want to know what he would do to her if she even considered it. But she had this feeling, that even though he was an evil demon occupying her best friends ex-boyfriends body that he wasn't going to hurt her. He's a vampire! Of course he's going to hurt you said a concerned voice in the back of her mind. A small tapping at her balcony doors brought her out of her thoughts. She got up reluctantly and went to the door to open it. Already fully aware of who it would be. And not very happy to see him.
"Good evening precious." Angelus said as he walked into her room. She began to glare at him as he plopped himself down on the end of her bed. She noted that that must be one of his favorite spots in her room. He ended up sitting there almost every night he came to her home. She looked over him and sighed. She studied his features. It was almost funny, with that huge smirk on his face and his hair slightly tasseled (he went easy on the hair gel today she thought) he looked kind of whoa whoa whoa. Let's not even go there. Bad Willow. Bad.
Gathering up the small amount of courage the she had, Willow took a deep breath. "Have you decided what you want as your um, payment?" she asked. She wasn't really sure that she wanted to know. In fact she knew that she didn't want to know. Angelus sat up quickly, his trademark smirk was traded in for a devilish grin.
"Sure have precious."
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Angelus began walking over to her slowly and cocked his head to the side. He ran his left hand slowly down her cheek stopping when he finally reached her neck. His other hand moved slowly from one side of her waist to the other. He pulled her closely to where their lips were barely touching. He heard her breath catch and smiled. He pressed his lips softly to hers.
Hey hey! What's he doing! I really really really don't think that this is a proper way of payment. But she was in way to much shock to fight him or even attempt to push him away. He moved his lips slowly over hers, sliding his toung out and tracing her lower lip. He was much more gentle than she'd ever imagined. Not that she'd ever imagined kissing Angelus. Nope. No sure haven't. Angelus had taken advantage of the state of shock she was in to deepen the kiss.
Willow's brain had conviently chosen this very moment to decide to shut down. All of her bodily functions were rendered helpless as he tightened his hold on her. By the time her brain was fully aware of what was happening and she was about to push him away he had broken the kiss.
He looked down at the small girl who was still shaking in his hands. Her eyes were shut tightly and she wasn't trying to move away from. Moving his hand from her neck he brushed his fingers lightly over her eyes and cheek. He traced her jaw line in an attempt to wake her. "Wake up Willow. It's no fun if you keep your eye's closed."
The smooth voice brought her out of her trance. She began to back away from him slowly. But apparently he was following her. Either that or her feet weren't actually moving. A scenario that had actually happened more times than she would really like. The small noise of her back hitting the wall made her all the more aware that yes, he was following her move. He could tell when realization of what had happened hit her. She turned the most adorable shade of red that he'd ever seen on a human. He laughed faintly when she began to shift her weight from side to side.
"O-okay now I uh paid you. So time for you to go now. So, bye!" she said hopefully. He laughed again as he took a large step towards her. With lenient grace, he was in front of her. He leaned the weight of the lower portion of his body into her, keeping his face less than three inches away from hers. He lifted his hand to her neck and began to lazily trace the lines of her collarbone. "You think that was my payment?" he asked.
She began to shake her head uncontrollably. He chuckled and slowly shook his head. "You mean it wasn't?" she asked bewilderedly. "Nope." he told her.
Huh? What? He kissed, but I, no! This is not right.
"Although I wouldn't mind if it were. In fact, I would gladly change our means of currency if you like. I won't need much persuasion." he laughed. Willow felt her face growing with anger. This is not funny she thought..
"No. I'm sure that your means of um currency will be just fine." she assured him.
"Oh well then. Another time. Come on." he told her. He turned from her and began to walk to the door that led out into the hallway.
"Wait, come where?" she asked in a worried tone.
"To the living room of course. I doubt we have adequate space for our lessons here." With that, he opened the door and began to head towards the stairs. He was already out of the room before Willow realized that he was gone.
"Lessons! What lessons?"
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When Willow finally got downstairs, Angelus was moving the living room furniture into one corner making a large space in the middle of the room. Okay again with the huh?
"H-hey now mister. I hope your planning on moving that furniture back before my parents get home. Because I don't think that I can do it myself. And and I don't think that I could explain to my parents why all of our furniture is one corner of our living room. 'Cause I'm not really a good liar." she babbled.
"Yea yea I'll move it back. Come 'ere." he ordered. He could've stood there and listened to her ramble on all day, she was so cute when she did so. But he had more important things on his mind at the moment. She moved reluctantly across the now empty living room and stood in front of him. She really wasn't all that curious about their 'lessons.' Not at all in fact.
"What are um. What kind of lessons?" she asked.
"Self-defense."
Okay. This guy, vampire I mean is really starting to get on my nerves. Self-defense. "You want to teach *me* how to defend myself. I thought you wanted all of Buffy's friends dead?" Oh good job Willow. What a wonderful thing to say to Mr. Evil vampire. Stupid stupid stupid.
"I only want *you* dead if I'm the one killing you. In which case you would come back anyway." She continued to look at him in a skeptical and confused manner. Well, this is going to require more of an explanation.
"Willow, *you* *are* *mine*. And I will be none to happy if I wake up to find that my sweet little Willow had become vamp chow. I will not always be able to protect you and Buffy well, when she's slaying she kind of gets lost in her own little world. If I teach you at least some basics I will feel a lot better." Angelus informed her. It took only a moment for Willow to understand exactly what he had meant.
"I'm, I'm not yours." she whispered. He laughed and pulled her close to him.
"Oh yes you are precious. And you'll do as I tell you."
Okay. Not good. But what the hell, why not learn how to defend myself. Just as long he doesn't kill me in the process. But I AM MOST CERTAINLY NOT HIS.
"Fine. Teach me." she muttered. He smiled and walked over to where he had moved the couch. He peeled off his leather coat and threw it carelessly on the back of the sofa. He began to unbutton his black silk shirt when he saw Willow watching him intently.
"See something you like precious?" he joked. She glared at him and turned around quickly. She could hear his deep laughter as she did so. Stupid vampire she thought. Angelus disposed of his shirt throwing it on top of his coat. He walked behind Willow and placed his hands lightly on her shoulders. "You will eventually have to turn around you know. If we want to get on with our lessons." he informed her.
She turned around and tried to avoid his gaze. She soon realized that looking at his chest was not an option and let her gaze drift to a nearby wall. She could feel her cheeks grow red as he laughed. He hadn't looked in a mirror in over two centuries, but he'd been assured that he was quite handsome. He was pleased with the reaction he got from her.
"What's first?" she managed to stammer. Desperate to find a distraction from his bare chest. Which was quite nice. No Willow bad thoughts. Bad bad bad. He chuckled softly. Wasn't this going to be interesting.
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Please review if u liked this chapter. Every review makes me feel all nice and warm and fuzzy inside. It has been brought to I's attention that there is more to the internet than fan fiction. Net. Who knew? So if you have been out-of-the-loop girl (or boy) u should check out www.nearheralways.com. Very good Willowcentric, and guest, fan fiction. Now I must go discuss what evil little Angelus will do next with my imaginary friend Fred. He gets really involved in these stories. Thnkies. TTFN. Tah tah for now.
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"Ha! I've got it I've got it! Yes. I'm a genius." Angelus yelled excitedly as he jumped out of the over stuffed arm chair he'd been sitting in for the past hour. He'd been thinking about what to do about Willow almost all night and most of the day. And he finally had it.
He turned around with a giant grin on his face and realized that there had been some minions standing behind him. They were looking at him with raised eyebrows and had small smirks playing at the ends of their mouths.
Angelus quickly regained his senses and replaced his grin with an angry scowl. "What?" he growled irritably.
"Nothing master." said one of the younger, light haired minions. He was standing next to a large marble statue that Drusilla had insisted Spike buy on one of their many trips to Eastern Europe. Angelus noticed a small sword laying by the statue. Time for some fun he thought wickedly to himself.
"Really? I could've swore I heard someone laughing. What? You don't think I'm a genius?" he asked as he began to stalk closer to the frightened boy. He picked up the sword and began to carelessly twirl it around in his right hand. The other minions had begun to quietly leave the room in hopes of escaping Angelus's punishment.
"No. I mean yes. You are a genius Angelus." the boy replied. Angelus suddenly remembered the boys name. Drusilla had sired him a few weeks ago when she saw him at the park.
"Billy isn't it? One of Dru's favorite little minions."
"Um yes. Billy. I didn't mean to disturb you. Master." Billy added quickly. Angelus smiled as he tightened his grip around the small sword that he had stopped twirling. He held it up to Billy's neck. He tilted his head to the side, perhaps wondering whether or not to let him live. But the decision had already been made. With lenient grace, Angelus turned around swiftly, grazing the boys neck with the sharp edge of the sword. Then he dropped the sword and watched as Billy began to tremble.
"No problem. Just be a bit more careful next time." he laughed. It was so much fun playing with the new minions. Never knew how long they would last with anyway. Especially with the slayer in town. The slayer. He hadn't done anything to torture her in a while. No matter. He would get to that. Eventually.
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Another day Willow thought harshly to herself. Another day that would most likely end in another confrontation with Angelus. She felt awful. She couldn't tell Buffy. Tonight he would be coming to collect his 'payment' for telling a vampire, that probably doesn't even exist to leave her alone. She smiled at the thought of a middle-aged vampire walking around the streets of Sunnydale. A middle-aged, Albino Polish vampire she reminded herself. But he was coming. And was expecting to be 'paid' in full. That probably wasn't good. And she was much to afraid to stop at the magic shop to get supplies for another un-invite spell.
She didn't want to know what he would do to her if she even considered it. But she had this feeling, that even though he was an evil demon occupying her best friends ex-boyfriends body that he wasn't going to hurt her. He's a vampire! Of course he's going to hurt you said a concerned voice in the back of her mind. A small tapping at her balcony doors brought her out of her thoughts. She got up reluctantly and went to the door to open it. Already fully aware of who it would be. And not very happy to see him.
"Good evening precious." Angelus said as he walked into her room. She began to glare at him as he plopped himself down on the end of her bed. She noted that that must be one of his favorite spots in her room. He ended up sitting there almost every night he came to her home. She looked over him and sighed. She studied his features. It was almost funny, with that huge smirk on his face and his hair slightly tasseled (he went easy on the hair gel today she thought) he looked kind of whoa whoa whoa. Let's not even go there. Bad Willow. Bad.
Gathering up the small amount of courage the she had, Willow took a deep breath. "Have you decided what you want as your um, payment?" she asked. She wasn't really sure that she wanted to know. In fact she knew that she didn't want to know. Angelus sat up quickly, his trademark smirk was traded in for a devilish grin.
"Sure have precious."
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Angelus began walking over to her slowly and cocked his head to the side. He ran his left hand slowly down her cheek stopping when he finally reached her neck. His other hand moved slowly from one side of her waist to the other. He pulled her closely to where their lips were barely touching. He heard her breath catch and smiled. He pressed his lips softly to hers.
Hey hey! What's he doing! I really really really don't think that this is a proper way of payment. But she was in way to much shock to fight him or even attempt to push him away. He moved his lips slowly over hers, sliding his toung out and tracing her lower lip. He was much more gentle than she'd ever imagined. Not that she'd ever imagined kissing Angelus. Nope. No sure haven't. Angelus had taken advantage of the state of shock she was in to deepen the kiss.
Willow's brain had conviently chosen this very moment to decide to shut down. All of her bodily functions were rendered helpless as he tightened his hold on her. By the time her brain was fully aware of what was happening and she was about to push him away he had broken the kiss.
He looked down at the small girl who was still shaking in his hands. Her eyes were shut tightly and she wasn't trying to move away from. Moving his hand from her neck he brushed his fingers lightly over her eyes and cheek. He traced her jaw line in an attempt to wake her. "Wake up Willow. It's no fun if you keep your eye's closed."
The smooth voice brought her out of her trance. She began to back away from him slowly. But apparently he was following her. Either that or her feet weren't actually moving. A scenario that had actually happened more times than she would really like. The small noise of her back hitting the wall made her all the more aware that yes, he was following her move. He could tell when realization of what had happened hit her. She turned the most adorable shade of red that he'd ever seen on a human. He laughed faintly when she began to shift her weight from side to side.
"O-okay now I uh paid you. So time for you to go now. So, bye!" she said hopefully. He laughed again as he took a large step towards her. With lenient grace, he was in front of her. He leaned the weight of the lower portion of his body into her, keeping his face less than three inches away from hers. He lifted his hand to her neck and began to lazily trace the lines of her collarbone. "You think that was my payment?" he asked.
She began to shake her head uncontrollably. He chuckled and slowly shook his head. "You mean it wasn't?" she asked bewilderedly. "Nope." he told her.
Huh? What? He kissed, but I, no! This is not right.
"Although I wouldn't mind if it were. In fact, I would gladly change our means of currency if you like. I won't need much persuasion." he laughed. Willow felt her face growing with anger. This is not funny she thought..
"No. I'm sure that your means of um currency will be just fine." she assured him.
"Oh well then. Another time. Come on." he told her. He turned from her and began to walk to the door that led out into the hallway.
"Wait, come where?" she asked in a worried tone.
"To the living room of course. I doubt we have adequate space for our lessons here." With that, he opened the door and began to head towards the stairs. He was already out of the room before Willow realized that he was gone.
"Lessons! What lessons?"
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When Willow finally got downstairs, Angelus was moving the living room furniture into one corner making a large space in the middle of the room. Okay again with the huh?
"H-hey now mister. I hope your planning on moving that furniture back before my parents get home. Because I don't think that I can do it myself. And and I don't think that I could explain to my parents why all of our furniture is one corner of our living room. 'Cause I'm not really a good liar." she babbled.
"Yea yea I'll move it back. Come 'ere." he ordered. He could've stood there and listened to her ramble on all day, she was so cute when she did so. But he had more important things on his mind at the moment. She moved reluctantly across the now empty living room and stood in front of him. She really wasn't all that curious about their 'lessons.' Not at all in fact.
"What are um. What kind of lessons?" she asked.
"Self-defense."
Okay. This guy, vampire I mean is really starting to get on my nerves. Self-defense. "You want to teach *me* how to defend myself. I thought you wanted all of Buffy's friends dead?" Oh good job Willow. What a wonderful thing to say to Mr. Evil vampire. Stupid stupid stupid.
"I only want *you* dead if I'm the one killing you. In which case you would come back anyway." She continued to look at him in a skeptical and confused manner. Well, this is going to require more of an explanation.
"Willow, *you* *are* *mine*. And I will be none to happy if I wake up to find that my sweet little Willow had become vamp chow. I will not always be able to protect you and Buffy well, when she's slaying she kind of gets lost in her own little world. If I teach you at least some basics I will feel a lot better." Angelus informed her. It took only a moment for Willow to understand exactly what he had meant.
"I'm, I'm not yours." she whispered. He laughed and pulled her close to him.
"Oh yes you are precious. And you'll do as I tell you."
Okay. Not good. But what the hell, why not learn how to defend myself. Just as long he doesn't kill me in the process. But I AM MOST CERTAINLY NOT HIS.
"Fine. Teach me." she muttered. He smiled and walked over to where he had moved the couch. He peeled off his leather coat and threw it carelessly on the back of the sofa. He began to unbutton his black silk shirt when he saw Willow watching him intently.
"See something you like precious?" he joked. She glared at him and turned around quickly. She could hear his deep laughter as she did so. Stupid vampire she thought. Angelus disposed of his shirt throwing it on top of his coat. He walked behind Willow and placed his hands lightly on her shoulders. "You will eventually have to turn around you know. If we want to get on with our lessons." he informed her.
She turned around and tried to avoid his gaze. She soon realized that looking at his chest was not an option and let her gaze drift to a nearby wall. She could feel her cheeks grow red as he laughed. He hadn't looked in a mirror in over two centuries, but he'd been assured that he was quite handsome. He was pleased with the reaction he got from her.
"What's first?" she managed to stammer. Desperate to find a distraction from his bare chest. Which was quite nice. No Willow bad thoughts. Bad bad bad. He chuckled softly. Wasn't this going to be interesting.
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Please review if u liked this chapter. Every review makes me feel all nice and warm and fuzzy inside. It has been brought to I's attention that there is more to the internet than fan fiction. Net. Who knew? So if you have been out-of-the-loop girl (or boy) u should check out www.nearheralways.com. Very good Willowcentric, and guest, fan fiction. Now I must go discuss what evil little Angelus will do next with my imaginary friend Fred. He gets really involved in these stories. Thnkies. TTFN. Tah tah for now.