Touch of Evil
Part Ten
Author: Amanda Arlequin
E-mail: aca203@is8.nyu.edu
Rating: R/NC-17 overall (some parts are mild)
Summary: This is the story of the cat and mouse game Angelus plays with
Willow, and the romance that follows.
Spoilers: This takes place after Angel loses his soul but before Becoming,
which never happened in my 'verse.
I will keep and discard Buffy lore as I see fit.
Disclaimer: While I have taken the liberty of adding a few characters of
my own creation, all of the original BtVS characters and their world
belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and The WB. All are used
without permission and no copyright infringement is intended.
Four months later
There was something about techno music, with it's pounding incessant
beats, that freed a person's souls, driving away whatever anchored it. It
contained a wild, primitive purity that managed to siphon those dancing to
it off from reality. You couldn't help but give yourself over to the
fierce beauty of the music. It was a secret Willow was only just learning,
and it thrilled her, making her heart pound erratically to the beat of the
music.
Another secret was that you could dance as spastically as you wanted and
nobody cared. Even the worst dancers were decent when gyrating to the
synthetic rhythm of techno. As Willow danced within the sea of the
nameless, faceless crowd, she felt absolutely unselfconscious. That
usually didn't happen while Willow was dancing.
Panting slightly from the exertion of her nonstop dancing, Willow looked
around for Adrian. It was hard to focus her eyes on any one object for
long since the dizzying changes of the strobe light kept her eyes in
constant dilation, but she eventually caught sight of him not far from
where she was dancing. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over
his chest, his mouth turned downwards in an angry pout. He'd been in
pretty much the same position since they'd arrived. It had been Willow's
idea to come here, and Adrian had been far less than enthusiastic. He
didn't want to come here- not to a bustling underground club in the center
of Venice, where they would be around strangers all night.
"That's exactly the kind of element we should avoid. It's the kind of
place vampires like to frequent- and any vampire could be a tie to Angelus.
Do you want Angelus to find you just because you had to go dancing one
night?" Willow had already known every excuse Adrian gave. He was right-
going dancing was precisely what she should not be doing if she wanted to
remain undiscovered by Angelus, but that still hadn't stopped her. They'd
been in Italy for 4 months and they'd spent all of it hidden away in their
small cabin in the countryside, their only company, aside from each other,
being the small village 4 miles east of their house. It wasn't that Willow
didn't enjoy spending all that time alone with Adrian. She just needed a
night out, without worrying about vampires and demons out to make you their
immortal brides. Besides, Willow just couldn't bear being so close to
Venice, a city she had often dreamed about visiting when she was stuck in
Sunnydale, and not spending some time enjoying it.
When Willow had insisted on coming, her resolve face firmly in place,
Adrian had been left with no choice but to accompany her. "But I won't
enjoy it. And I definitely won't be dancing." Adrian, having laid down
those conditions, was making sure he firmly abided by them.
Annoyed and distracted by Adrian's refusal to loosen up, Willow danced her
way over to where he was standing. She had to maneuver her way around a
group of young Italian beauties who, she couldn't help but notice, were all
checking out Adrian, throwing admiring glances his way which he steadfastly
ignored. Willow took great pleasure in slithering up to Adrian, sliding
her arms up and around his neck and drawing his lips to hers for a
passionate kiss. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the pack of girls
glaring at her, openly jealous. Willow couldn't help the pleasure it gave
her.
When they pulled apart, Adrian's expression had softened a bit, but not
much. Willow had learned there were few people as good at being stubborn
as Adrian. Of course, Willow was pretty good at it herself, which led to
some pretty interesting arguments between the couple.
"So, does this mean you've gotten this yearning to let loose out of your
system and you're ready to go?"
Willow smiled seductively, shaking her head so strands of her hair whipped
back and forth. Grabbing hold of his hand, Willow pulled Adrian into the
crowd. "Dance with me." It was a command, not a request, and before
Adrian could open his mouth to protest, Willow had spirited him into the
center of the dance floor and had her body pressed intimately against his.
It wasn't exactly the right kind of music for full body contact, but Willow
didn't care. She was tired of Adrian's temper tantrum, and she was gonna
do whatever it took to cheer him up. Besides, Willow never shied away from
an excuse to be close to Adrian.
He resisted at first, remaining stiff and unmoving, but he wasn't able to
resist for long. What, with Willow backside brushing up against Adrian's
crotch and her hands running up and down the side of his legs. In no time,
Willow was able to feel the effects of her dancing, as his arousal pressed
into her back. Knowing he was beat, Adrian wrapped his arms around
Willow's waist and began to move with her body. He buried his face in her
neck and she heard the barely audible groan escape his lips as she pressed
her body even closer to his.
They danced that way for awhile, each enjoying the feel of the others
body. Willow had never fully realized the sensual nature of dancing
before. The friction between their bodies was making Willow ache with
unreleased longing. The music went from driving, techno beats to the slow,
insinuating rhythms of reggae. The friction became a pleasurable agony
when, copying the moves of other couples, Willow turned around and
straddled Adrian's leg as they continued to move against each other. Each
thrust of his thigh against her crotch sent pulses of heat through her sex
and up towards her abdomen. Though their movements were slow and
deliberate, the effects were leaving Willow panting for breathe, her body
moistening from sweaty desire.
The rest of the room died away, leaving only Adrian and Willow. Not
caring who was watching, Willow's lips met Adrian's, her delicate hands
grasping the back of his head, pressing his lips hard against hers.
Becoming more and more aroused by the feel of Adrian's body against hers,
Willow felt her need growing stronger than ever before. For four months
Willow had been holding steadfast in her moral resolve to wait for her
wedding night. Not that she had been playing the vestal virgin all this
time. Many a night they had fallen asleep, naked and spent from intensely
passionate couplings. However, Willow never allowed things to go too far.
What she was waiting for, though, she couldn't exactly say.
As always, a powerful cloud of lust began to overshadow Willow's
reservations. She felt her body being carried on a wave of intense sexual
desire. Before they got too out of control, Adrian disentangled himself
from Willow and led her silently out of the club.
As they made their way out of the club headed for the privacy of their
car, neither noticed the dark haired figure standing within the corner
shadows of the club, watching their hurried retreat. Silently she followed
them, an invisible shadow seen by no one.
Inside the plush interior of the Mercedes, Adrian and Willow fell into
each other's arms. The dark corner of the parking lot gave them shelter
from the curious eyes of passerbys, though they were barely thinking of
such matters. Driven by an animalistic lust, Willow barely noticed the
various pieces of clothing she was quickly losing as their embrace became
more and more heated.
Adrian nibbled on Willow's earlobe, causing her to shiver in delight.
"You're so beautiful, Willow." Adrian's whisper held an intensity of
emotion that penetrated straight to Willow's heart. "I thank the Gods
everyday that you came into my life. Without you I'm nothing."
He moved his lips down to caress the soft skin of her jawline, his words
carried on the warm kisses he placed there. "I know I don't tell you this
enough. You deserve to hear it every moment of everyday. I don't know
what I'd do without you. I couldn't go on. If you were gone then I would
be gone." He moved his face upwards so it was level with Willow's own, his
forehead resting against hers, their mouths mere centimeters apart. "I'm
not saying this well, I know. I just can't find the words to make you
realize how important you are to me."
Willow silenced Adrian with a kiss, a mere brushing of her lips against
his. "I know, Adrian. You don't have to explain it to me because my heart
knows deep down, even if my mind doesn't always. I know because I can feel
the counterpart of everything you're saying inside myself. I feel you in
my heart because it's where you've always belonged. You were in my heart
before we ever met. It's always been you, and it always will be."
Eyes radiating love towards each other, they didn't even kiss. It was
enough just to hold each other, and Willow knew why they weren't rushing to
have sex. The emotion was so strong it sustained and filled every desire.
They stayed, kissing and embracing in the backseat of the car until the
club closed its doors and the street surrounding the club was near empty.
Reluctantly, they moved back to the front seat to prepare for the long
drive back to the villa.
Merging with the shadows that lurked around the edges of the parking lot,
Angelus stalked his prey with a cunning and stealth that was all part of
his nature. He watched as the couple got in their car, the woman's red
hair igniting the vampire's passion like a flare. His expression darkened
as the couple quickly melted into an embrace, their bodies melding to form
one, lascivious entity. Enraged by the sight, Angelus reached for the
nearest object to him and found himself crushing a discarded liquor bottle
in his bare hand. Starring with detached interest, he watched the blood
dripping in thin rivulets from the wounds on his palm. Halfheartedly, he
licked the blood away enjoying the fiery path it burned down his throat.
His rage combined with the blood lust, and before he had even decided on
his course, he was across the lot, ripping the car door open. Grabbing the
redhead by her hair, he sank his fangs into her throat, tearing the skin
open with an animal abandon. Effortlessly, he knocked her lover aside.
When he had drunk his full, he discarded her lifeless body to the dirty
street and reached for the unconscious man. Blood poured from a wound on
his head, a product of the steering wheel Angelus had flung him against.
In moments, Angelus had drained the couple, the empty husks of their bodies
that had been full of life only minutes before now lay side by side on the
hard concrete beside their car.
Kicking the girl's body so she lay on her back, Angelus stared at the pale
beauty of her face. Death's mask colored her lifeless skin an opaque
white, paler even than she had been in life. Even the red of her hair was
becoming lackluster, the color drained away with her life's blood. Only
the green of her eyes retained any brilliance.
Sneering, Angelus licked his lips, enjoying the remaining blood lingering
on his fangs. The ringing of his cell phone broke into his triumph over
his conquests. Reaching into his jacket pocket he pulled out the tiny
electronic device he was regretting having purchased. "What," he barked
into the phone.
"Sorry lover, did I catch you at a bad time?" The voice on the other end
rippled with suppressed laughter, which only served to enrage Angelus
further. If it had been anyone but Elena, he might have killed them for
that laughter. Of course, he might still do it to Elena, even though she
had always been one his favored fledgings.
"As a matter of fact Elena, I was just reveling over my latest kill. It
was one of my favorites, a red haired beauty if I've ever seen one. Now
that I can't enjoy her death, you'd better tell me what you want. I told
you never to call me on this wretched device unless it was an emergency.
Now, I hope whatever this is will be worth your punishment when we get home
tonight."
Elena laughed, knowing full well how much it rattled her sire. She always
had enjoyed his anger, especially since it always led to her nude body
being chained to his bed. "Well, I figured you'd like to know that you're
favorite red head just left La Traviatta with her Watcher consort. They're
parked outside the club right now, steaming up the windows of their car
pretty heavily. Hmm, if my vampiric sight isn't failing, I dare say she
has presently lost her blouse."
Angelus clamped the phone closer to his ear, an all too human reflex
reflecting his disbelief in what he was hearing. "I swear Elena, if you're
lying to me right now I am going to make the bone splinters fly when I find
you. Is Willow really there, right now?"
Elena giggled, enjoying the rage and excitement her news was producing in
the all powerful Angelus. She wasn't quite sure what hold this girl had
over Angelus, but it was certainly a first. Elena had often seen her sire
become obsessively attached to young mortal women. She herself had been
one of these women. But it was different with this one. The red headed
witch was causing the impeccably cool Angelus to lose his control, and that
was something Elena had never thought she'd live to see. Nope, never had
Angelus been this obsessed. In fact, wasn't he right this second near the
remains of another redheaded victim who had done nothing wrong but resemble
this young Witch. Countless girls had fallen victim to similar fates in
the past four months. Their body's lay all over Europe.
Angelus growled a warning as Elena continued to giggle. "Yes, I'm serious.
While you were enjoying you're carbon copy across town, Willow has been
dancing the night away with her lover, and now they're about to partake in
an older form of dancing, though I can assure you the club is no longer
playing music of any kind. Now, are you going to spend the rest of the
night yelling at me over the phone or are you going to claim the prize
you've been searching all over Europe for. If you'd like my advice, I'd
suggest getting over here before she drives out of your life… again."
Angelus growled a final time before slipping the phone back in his pocket.
The newly acquired blood burned in his veins as he hurried over to his car.
He slammed the door, barely missing his leg. He didn't even care. He was
furious with himself. While Willow was all the way across town he had been
wasting his time at this club, reveling in the blood of a girl that looked
like her but wasn't her. If he missed capturing the little witch because
of this preoccupation he'd end up killing Elena, just for having seen her
when Angelus hadn't.
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