Weeping Willow Part 1

by Huntress Angel

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters except for Cynthia and Daemon (in next part) they belong to Joss and co. The lyrics are from the SpiceGirls song ‘Viva Forever’ I don’t own that either.

Authors note: This is my first attempt at a fan fic, so feed back would be really helpful. Thanks and enjoy.

*In a dark cell, somewhere in England*

Cynthia ran her hands over her now very tangled long reddish blond hair. She remembered how the sun used to make it look as though it were on fire, that combined with her ocean green/blue eyes had made her one of the most prominent beauties in her community. She remembered how she never paid any attention to the many suitors who courted her she hadn’t the time, but then she had met Angelus, hansom and dashing, he had caught her eye so easily. She had given up everything just to be with him, and then she had killed for him, a girl who had attacked them on a long stroll under the stars. He had been grievously wounded and in a blind rage Cynthia grabbed Angelus’ dagger and plunged it through the girl’s heart. The memories were too much now after the extreme hunger and solitude of this place.

She sat softly rocking back and forth, ‘When did they feed me last, I can even remember what human blood tastes like. Spike, why did you abandon me? Help me, anyone, Slayer, vampire, demon …even Angelus. Cynthia needs you, please.’ Her eyes became riveted to the door as mortals approached the door, their heartbeats strong and tempting.
“So this is Cynthia Norman, what could she possibly tell us. We’ve had her down here for almost 98 years. She’s probably a raving lunatic, she’d make Drusilla look sane.” The light laughing voice sounded young, younger than the one that answered it.
“She may be crazy but she knows what he’s like and our Slayer need a lot of help on this one. Angelus has killed 8 Slayers before and it looks like Miss Summers is going to be #9. Now lets try and talk to her.” Cynthia smiled; they had obviously forgotten the golden rule that you never open the cell door of a starved and mad vampire. They may appear weak and defenseless but they are very dangerous and also she had been (for a very short while) a Slayer which made her doubly so.

* Sunny Dale, California*

Spike stood watching as Dru combed out her long raven hair; her strength and her Angel had been returned to her. Because of this he knew she was flourishing and it made him ill. He knew she had to die, as she was a threat to him as well as any other thing. Her madness had been growing steadily since the return of her full strength and he knew it was only a matter of time before she snapped and she turned on him for good. He stood and smiled as she slowly turned in shock, “Spike, what are you doing walking around. You’re weak pet, come and sit down.”
“No, that’s where you’re wrong Drusilla. I haven’t been at all for a week and a half now. I just wanted to tell you that you have one week to get out of Sunnydale before I destroy you and your sweet little Angelus. Consider it common courtesy, in return for the love I used to have for you. I am going to find a new Queen, one who hates Angel and despises you as much as I have come to. Goodbye Drusilla,” he turned away afraid that she would see that he was hurting inside, but his pride had to be avenged. Angel would be returned to the Slayer, his unfaithful Dru would die at the Slayer’s hand and he would have a new love. All that remained was to lie his plan carefully; ‘Angelus, old boy, one thing I learned from you was to always cover my bases and to always be sure of someone’s reaction before the act is even committed.’

Willow sat at her table alone. Oz was gone his family had moved to New York, they had said their good-byes and shed their respective tears. But the fact that he was gone for good still hit her the hardest at night when his old band played at the Bronze. She was so engrossed in her own thoughts that she didn’t even hear the dark figure approach her from behind,
“Willow Rosenburg, I presume?” Spike smiled at her look of pure horror.
“What are you… I mean what do you want?” she quickly looked around and remembered that Buffy had left to go patrol. She realized she was in big trouble.
“You don’t need to be afraid, I’ve already fed tonight and I need you to tell the Slayer something for me. Or rather give her something from me. If you will calm down I will go get you a drink and we can talk like civilized creatures. Believe me you are in more danger from Angel than you could ever be from me,” he watched as she sat down and nodded, god he loved being a holy terror, “good. Stay there.” Spike found himself admiring the way she was keeping her fears under wraps and controlling her emotions.
She was almost as good as he was but not quite. He came back to the table with two cups of caupacino,
“Listen Willow, I have some very important information for the Slayer if she will simply come and talk to me tomorrow night. The details are in this letter, it is very important that she gets this as soon as possible and that her Watcher doesn’t find out about it, do you understand? Here is the letter and I was wondering if I might have the pleasure of a dance? This is a very lovely song and I wouldn't want to waste it by just sitting here,” he smiled and led her to the dance floor as ‘Viva Forever’ started softly.
Do you still remember, how we used to be Living together, believe in whatever My love has said to me, Both of us were dreamers, young love in the sun Felt like my savior, my spirit I gave We’d only just begun.
He could tell she was terrified, but he was very gentleman like as he took her in his arms and began to move to the music.
Hasta Manana, always be mine Viva forever, I’ll be waiting Everlasting like the sun Live forever for the moment Ever searching for the one
He wondered what kind of picture they made, a small delicate auburn haired beauty in the arms of a tall blond killer.
Yes I still remember every whispered word The touch of your skin giving life from within Like a love song that I head Slipping through our fingers like the sands of time Promises made, every memory saved as reflections in the mind But we’re all alone now was it just a dream? Promised told they will never be sold And the secret’s safe with me Hasta Manana, always be mine…
As the song ended he couldn’t resist placing a soft, brief kiss on her lips. He pulled away and walked out of the Bronze, and all he could see in his mind was her sweet smile, he had found his Queen. All that remained was to make her see that she was perfect to him and that they belonged together.

next part back to home

This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page