A/N: This is very AU. Buffy had sex with Angel and let Angelus out. But the trick is, Buffy has a younger sister. But Dawn's only, like, a year younger. Buffy's older in this fic, too. So Dawn's probably around 17 or so. William is Spike, but a more gentler side. Joyce is, like, obsessed with finding the cure for Angelus. And Dawn is basically her lonely self.
Hope you enjoy!
Chapter Two
His hands roughly fingered the soft, vintage material. It seemed so much like her. It was an antique in such a fresh world. Almost as if it didn't belong in this time period. She was too old world for this modern day and age. No one would ever appreciate her like he would with all of his knowledge.
He dropped the shawl quickly and let if tumble to the ground.
He had to stop doing this, he chided. She would never go for his dead flesh. She was young and beautiful and innocent and alive. All the things he would never be again. And she was the slayer's younger sister, at that. Not only was she human, but blood relation to the person who killed his kind.
But it was all her fault, really. Just like it had been tonight.
He saw her from afar, when she was walking towards the swing; she looked so bloody gorgeous. All fancy and what not. A rusty burgundy dress hung from her body. It looked like a 1920's cocktail dress. The velvet cloth held a black lace strip that was located about three inches down from her waist. The simple v-neck dress was so alluring that he had to stop and admire her. Her brown hair was made up in gently curls. They accentuated her fair framed face. Her makeup was done neutrally, but she didn't need any anyway. She was a natural beauty.
Emotions were running off of her in waves and he wanted nothing more than to expose himself. Finally. To take her in his arms and never let her go. She never felt stable and he wanted to change that. Wanted to bring her into his family and share everything he had.
But he could never actually get to the part where he introduced himself. He was always stuck in the shadows. What was he to say, anyway? That he was a killer that her sister was supposed to kill. But overlook all that and become my mate? He didn't bloody well think so.
He groaned when he thought about where this was going: to no place good.
He moved his body towards another door and knocked quietly on it.
"Come in," said a deep, seducing voice that makes him close his eyes in passion.
He brings his fingers to the metal doorknob and turns it. Walking with fluid motions, he entered the room.
"William," the man crooned a delightful smile on his face. He sat down an old book in his lap and peeled his wire-framed glasses off of his nose.
"Angelus," he returned with a nod of his head. He took a chair opposite of his Sire.
"It seems as if I haven't seen you in ages, William," Angelus said. He shifted his eyes with a twinkle. "I remember a time when we never left the bed. Yet alone never see each other for weeks on end."
Angelus tilted his head and glanced at his youngest boy. He was so gorgeous. With his blonde hair and blue eyes. The moment he saw him walking in an old alley way in England, so long ago, he knew he had to have this boy. Had to possess him in everyway. And he did, once he stepped out of the dark and made it known who he was. William took to him easily, so Angelus was lucky.
He caught another quick gaze at his childe. Very lucky.
"I have a slight problem, Sire," William admitted with his eyes downward. He hardly ever came to ask his Sire with anything. To him, it seemed weak and unworthy. But he knew, underneath, that his Sire would help him no matter what.
"Are you finally going to tell me about that pretty little brunette you are devoted to?" the older vampire chuckled. He gave a mock stern face when he saw his boy's reaction of shock. "Really, William. You are mine. I thought you knew that I liked to keep taps on those I love."
William produced a small smile and sighed deeply. He was really in a mess. He was in love with a bloody human who didn't even know he existed for god sakes. He explained some of his problem to Angelus, who couldn't help but smirk amusedly.
"Ah, William. What have you gotten into?" the elder asked in a playful voice. Somewhere during William's speech, he had gotten closer to William and now placed his hand over his.
"Angelus." William shook his head at his Sire who wasn't taking this with enough respect.
"William, my love, you have no need to fret," Angelus's silky voice reassured. William gave him a doubting glance.
"The predicament you are in is the same one I was in so many years ago. And look how well that turned out."
William still held an uncertain look upon his beautiful face. Angelus cupped his cold fingers to his smooth chin and kissed his jaw slightly.
"Trust me, love. I would never promise you something you never would get. I am sadistic, but that's just plain mean."
Angelus's eyes lit up when William gave a grand smile. He loved making his boy happy. It was the least he could do. After all, William made Angelus so proud. Everything he did made Angelus's chest fill with pride.
All he could think about was that he created this boy. Made him into the glorious creature he was today.
"I love it when you let me get my way, Sire," William smirked as he thought back to his beautiful human.
It was settled.
He was going to announce himself soon to her. And she was going to love every minute of it.
