Chapter 3
Angelus paced the dark room fervently as the flickering fire from the candles battered his contemplating features. His mind was rested on one thing. Tara. He wondered how he could use her to lure Willow without her trying to run screaming. He wasn't sure if Tara was pro or a con. Angelus flashed back to the memories of Angel.
Flashback
There she lay. Her cold body tinted in a shade of blue from the blood that had ceased to flow. When Angel heard the news of Tara's death he rushed to Sunnydale. He watched for days as Willow generated havoc through the magic she possessed and then went to her home and sobbed endlessly. Angel couldn't bear it.
His eyes roamed the once living body as he touched the still soft hair on her head. Silently, his mind raced as he pondered what to do next. Without thinking, Angel caressed the young girl's cold neck and bent down. His lips pressed against the smooth skin and allowed his sharp fangs to graze. Feeling a minimal amount of blood, Angel drank as much as he could. He then slit his wrist and held it to Tara's slightly parted lips. Gently pressing, he felt her undead life seep into her veins. Tara's eyes began to twitch until moments later, they were finally open.
Suddenly, Angel was filled with uncertainty. He didn't know whether he had done the right thing. He couldn't bear to see Willow suffer but on the other hand, he had created another vampire. Angel wasn't even sure if Tara would embrace the evil of her soulless being or remember the good she once possessed. Clutching the newborn vampire, Angel left for Los Angeles.
End Flashback
Angelus smiled. Yes, it was a good thing to have Tara by his side. Suddenly he heard a moan coming from the bed. He strolled over to his childe and sat beside her lying body. "Tara." he spoke. Opening her eyes, she gazed up towards her sire, "It aches. Make it stop.". Angelus smirked as he reached towards the side table and held the goblet, "Say please.". Tara pouted, "Please.". She then grabbed the object and drank the blood it held. When finished, Tara sat up with a blissful demeanour, the remnants of the blood still present on the corners of her mouth. Angelus smiled. This was definitely going to be interesting.
Back in Sunnydale
"Spike! You scared the crap out of me? Why are you lurking around? You're not a lurker. Well maybe.if you count the time in the cemetery when Buffy and I were." Willow babbled. "Willow! Stop. Breathe. Now." Spike tried to guide the young witch. Although he and Willow were good friends, Spike still could smell the faint scent of fear radiating off of her body. It was the kind of fragrance that made a vampire squirm with anticipation. Lately, he could sense the essence more strongly then ever before. Willow was scared of something and he had an idea of what it may be.
"Red, we need to talk." Spike stated in a hushed tone but Willow didn't get the point and loudly spoke, "Oh. Sure Spike, what's it about?". Letting out a low growl, "Not here." and with that, he grabbed Willow by the corner of her elbow and whisked her down to the basement. "Hey Mr. Grabby! What's with the mood?" Willow muttered. When reaching the bottom floor, Spike shut the door on their way in to make sure that they would have no interruptions.
"Okay! I'm here. What's so important that you had to use the mighty grip on me for?" Willow questioned with her small hands placed on her hips. "Angelus". With that one name, Willow felt behind her for the cot and sat down. Looking up with questioning eyes, she allowed Spike to proceed without her babbling. "I feel him. I know Angel is in Los Angeles but something in me is say he's nearby. His essence is crawling in my veins, Willow. I can hear the wanker in my brain. When I close my eyes, I can see his face smirking at me. Bloody hell! Willow, I think Angelus is back. I don't know how but I can sense it. Willow? Are you hearing me?" Spike paused only to see Willow's eyes dart downwards and onto her trembling hands.
"I feel him too, Spike. At first.I didn't know what the feeling was but then the dreams.they kept coming and his voice.I could hear him.calling me.telling me to come to him. I don't understand but I now know it's him. I know it isn't Angel. The eyes, they were yellow and shining in the darkness. Only Angelus." Willow softly spoke in fear. Finally looking up at the peroxide drenched vamp, she could see Spike in contemplation which only further confused her even more.
"We need to go to Los Angeles, Red." Spike determined as he looked down on the fiery witch who was uneasy. "What!!?? Spike, we can't go! We can't just leave! Are you forgetting the First Evil? We're about to have an apocalypse and you want to go visit a soulless demon who will rip our heads off the second he gets a chance?" Willow shouted. Growling, Spike informed her, "Look Red, we're not exactly doing anything spectacular here. Research and patrol, luv, that's all we bloody, do! We need to go to Los Angeles and make sure that we don't have another disaster coming our way. Hell knows we don't need anymore apocalypses and killer demons after our asses!". Willow huffed, "Fine! I agree that one of us has to go. So I nominate you. All in favour say AYE..AYE!! Done, Spike you're going to Los Angeles. I'll see you when you get back!" and with that Willow began to dart upstairs but was held in place by Spike.
"Oh hell no! Red, you're going with me, luv. You've been having dreams. That means you're just as involved as I am. We'll go together. Think of the fun we'll have on the road! Three hours of just me and my favourite little witch! I wouldn't want it any other way." Spike smirked down on Willow. Muttering something about staking Spike, Willow realized that there was now way around this. She and Spike were going to L.A. If only they knew of what was awaiting them.
Angelus paced the dark room fervently as the flickering fire from the candles battered his contemplating features. His mind was rested on one thing. Tara. He wondered how he could use her to lure Willow without her trying to run screaming. He wasn't sure if Tara was pro or a con. Angelus flashed back to the memories of Angel.
Flashback
There she lay. Her cold body tinted in a shade of blue from the blood that had ceased to flow. When Angel heard the news of Tara's death he rushed to Sunnydale. He watched for days as Willow generated havoc through the magic she possessed and then went to her home and sobbed endlessly. Angel couldn't bear it.
His eyes roamed the once living body as he touched the still soft hair on her head. Silently, his mind raced as he pondered what to do next. Without thinking, Angel caressed the young girl's cold neck and bent down. His lips pressed against the smooth skin and allowed his sharp fangs to graze. Feeling a minimal amount of blood, Angel drank as much as he could. He then slit his wrist and held it to Tara's slightly parted lips. Gently pressing, he felt her undead life seep into her veins. Tara's eyes began to twitch until moments later, they were finally open.
Suddenly, Angel was filled with uncertainty. He didn't know whether he had done the right thing. He couldn't bear to see Willow suffer but on the other hand, he had created another vampire. Angel wasn't even sure if Tara would embrace the evil of her soulless being or remember the good she once possessed. Clutching the newborn vampire, Angel left for Los Angeles.
End Flashback
Angelus smiled. Yes, it was a good thing to have Tara by his side. Suddenly he heard a moan coming from the bed. He strolled over to his childe and sat beside her lying body. "Tara." he spoke. Opening her eyes, she gazed up towards her sire, "It aches. Make it stop.". Angelus smirked as he reached towards the side table and held the goblet, "Say please.". Tara pouted, "Please.". She then grabbed the object and drank the blood it held. When finished, Tara sat up with a blissful demeanour, the remnants of the blood still present on the corners of her mouth. Angelus smiled. This was definitely going to be interesting.
Back in Sunnydale
"Spike! You scared the crap out of me? Why are you lurking around? You're not a lurker. Well maybe.if you count the time in the cemetery when Buffy and I were." Willow babbled. "Willow! Stop. Breathe. Now." Spike tried to guide the young witch. Although he and Willow were good friends, Spike still could smell the faint scent of fear radiating off of her body. It was the kind of fragrance that made a vampire squirm with anticipation. Lately, he could sense the essence more strongly then ever before. Willow was scared of something and he had an idea of what it may be.
"Red, we need to talk." Spike stated in a hushed tone but Willow didn't get the point and loudly spoke, "Oh. Sure Spike, what's it about?". Letting out a low growl, "Not here." and with that, he grabbed Willow by the corner of her elbow and whisked her down to the basement. "Hey Mr. Grabby! What's with the mood?" Willow muttered. When reaching the bottom floor, Spike shut the door on their way in to make sure that they would have no interruptions.
"Okay! I'm here. What's so important that you had to use the mighty grip on me for?" Willow questioned with her small hands placed on her hips. "Angelus". With that one name, Willow felt behind her for the cot and sat down. Looking up with questioning eyes, she allowed Spike to proceed without her babbling. "I feel him. I know Angel is in Los Angeles but something in me is say he's nearby. His essence is crawling in my veins, Willow. I can hear the wanker in my brain. When I close my eyes, I can see his face smirking at me. Bloody hell! Willow, I think Angelus is back. I don't know how but I can sense it. Willow? Are you hearing me?" Spike paused only to see Willow's eyes dart downwards and onto her trembling hands.
"I feel him too, Spike. At first.I didn't know what the feeling was but then the dreams.they kept coming and his voice.I could hear him.calling me.telling me to come to him. I don't understand but I now know it's him. I know it isn't Angel. The eyes, they were yellow and shining in the darkness. Only Angelus." Willow softly spoke in fear. Finally looking up at the peroxide drenched vamp, she could see Spike in contemplation which only further confused her even more.
"We need to go to Los Angeles, Red." Spike determined as he looked down on the fiery witch who was uneasy. "What!!?? Spike, we can't go! We can't just leave! Are you forgetting the First Evil? We're about to have an apocalypse and you want to go visit a soulless demon who will rip our heads off the second he gets a chance?" Willow shouted. Growling, Spike informed her, "Look Red, we're not exactly doing anything spectacular here. Research and patrol, luv, that's all we bloody, do! We need to go to Los Angeles and make sure that we don't have another disaster coming our way. Hell knows we don't need anymore apocalypses and killer demons after our asses!". Willow huffed, "Fine! I agree that one of us has to go. So I nominate you. All in favour say AYE..AYE!! Done, Spike you're going to Los Angeles. I'll see you when you get back!" and with that Willow began to dart upstairs but was held in place by Spike.
"Oh hell no! Red, you're going with me, luv. You've been having dreams. That means you're just as involved as I am. We'll go together. Think of the fun we'll have on the road! Three hours of just me and my favourite little witch! I wouldn't want it any other way." Spike smirked down on Willow. Muttering something about staking Spike, Willow realized that there was now way around this. She and Spike were going to L.A. If only they knew of what was awaiting them.