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Part Seven
Buffy purred loudly, unable to move, both from the lack feeling in every part of her body and from the possessive blond, lying heavily on top of her.
About ten minutes had passed in silence before Buffy finally spoke up, "What was that about?" She asked, unneededly breathless.
"Angelus." Spike growled the world, and Buffy felt his hands tighten around her still-captive wrists.
"Baby, you know I love you." He growled again and she sighed, "What happened?"
"He was...looking at you...as though you were his - I don't like him being here, why haven't you told him to leave?" He asked angrily, glaring down at her.
"Why haven't you?" She countered with a growl.
"He's my sire, I can't - you could." He said, accusingly.
"Don't make this my fault! These are your issues; they have nothing to do with me." Buffy shouted at him, struggling to remove her hands from his grasp. But he was too strong.
"No, but they have everything to do with the fact that the love of your fucking life is fucking living with us!" Spike growled down at her.
"Love of my-? SPIKE! For the love of god, Angelus, or even fucking Angel aren't the love of my life."
"He isn't?" Spike asked, his vulnerability showing in every part of his face.
Buffy softened at his look, "No, baby...... you are." She murmured, rubbing against him as she kissed his lips softly.
***
Angelus walked silently to the open door and paused. His neck still clicked when he turned it but it was nearly completely back in place. He watched the red-haired vampiress from the door-way. Maybe he could get to the ex-Slayer through the witch. He'd seen how she acted around Willow earlier. He could get the witch on his side.
It would be a lot easier to get his deceitful childe out of the way with an ally.
"Hey."
Willow didn't even turn as Angelus entered the room. "Hey." Her voice was cold.
"So, you're one of the family now. You know that makes me your great-grandsire."
"Well, you are as old as dirt." Willow pointed out.
"What did you say to me?" Angelus growled, immediately angered. How dare this fledgling-childe speak to him like this?
"I don't like you brood-boy."
"You don't have to, Willow, you submit to me whatever." He grabbed her hair, forcing her head back as his mouth brutally attacked hers.
Willow growled, twisting in his hold. His fangs tore into her lips and she could taste her own blood on her tongue. Her blood boiled and she called upon old reserves to aid her. The magicks wove about her body, crashing to a crescendo within her.
Angelus didn't know what hit him. One minute he was kissing the red-head, the next he felt himself flying across the room to smack hard into the wall.
"Stay away from me. For one, I'm gay. Secondly, you killed my fish. I had named one of those fish. We'd bonded."
Angelus growled at her, his new and previous injuries amounting to too much pain to talk.
Willow walked up to him and kicked him in the face, knocking him out. "Stupid hair monster."
***
"Giles! Willow's missing and I can't find her and I know she's a powerful witch but I don't think she could have protected herself...oh, y-you h-have complan-ny." Tara stuttered nervously when the adrenaline that had caused her to burst into Giles' apartment faded.
"N-no, please, Tara continue..." Giles quickly reassured her.
"Willow - she didn't turn up to class yesterday or t-today...I-I'm s-scared Giles."
Giles moved over to her, looking down at her in a reassuring manner. "Okay, we'll-"
"Who is this, Mr. Giles?" A sharp voice cut in from behind the old watcher, making him jump as he had forgotten her presence.
"This is Tara, one of the people who help keep the Hellmouth safe, while the watchers council sit on their arses back home, okay? Anymore questions at this stage Miss. Bradshaw?"
"Not at this present time." Conceded the woman, backing down.
"Good. Okay, Tara call Anya and Xander, get them over here. Then we'll head out to look for her." At the witch's scared face he added in what he hoped to be a comforting tone, "We'll find her."
***
"Puppy!" Willow growled in delight, as she spotted Xander and Anya walking down the street. She turned to Buffy and Spike who were a little too busy, engaged in shoving their tongues down the other throat, to notice the other Scoobies. "I'll be back in a minute, 'kay?"
"Okay...honey, don't go far." Buffy said parentally, breaking away momentarily from Spike in order to speak.
"'Kay." Willow nodded like a child, before happily bouncing away.
Buffy turned to her mate, "Let's go shopping."
***
"Wills, please...its Xander, you remember, your friend, I do the snoopy dance for you every Christmas...please, don't kill her." Xander slowly advanced on the witch, holding a stake in one hand.
"Sorry, Xander." Willow turned to Anya, who she held in a death grip. "I never liked you, demon-girl, so I'm not gonna bring you back."
""God, Willow, when I come back, I'm gonna reek so much vengeance on-"
"Yeah, whatever, bored now." With that, Willow ripped open the ex-vengeance demon's shoulder, throwing her to the ground, unconscious. Her three-second scream echoed out to the street, which quickly emptied at the familiar noise.
"Thank God!" Xander whispered, rushing to his girlfriend's side. Willow walked over to them, "Get away from us!" He screamed.
"Now, puppy, I'm conflicto-girl here. I want you to come home with me, let Buffy turn you. Not allowed to turn anyone yet. But, I want to turn Tara myself, so here's how I see it. You be a good boy and come with me to Buffy. She's shopping out there." As if on cue a muted scream was heard, long with the sound of glass breaking. "And then she'll let me turn Tara."
"No way!"
"We made a deal Xander, I don't kill Anya, and you come with me. Don't make me get cranky." Willow said in a very matter-of-fact tone.
"Okay, let me call her paramedics first." Xander dialled Giles' into his cell phone making the call, before it could go through Willow grabbed the phone and smashed it to the ground.
"Naughty! Mommy wouldn't like it if her and daddy had unexpected company." Willow tutted at him, sounding a lot like Drusilla.
With a snap, faster than the eye could see, Willow attached a collar around the dark haired boy's neck.
"Come on puppy." Willow skipped happily out, tugging Xander on a chain which she'd connected to the collar.
TBC
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