Touch of Evil
Part Eleven
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.
Angelus arrived at the club just in time to witness Adrian and Willow's
tryst. Though it enraged him to see another man with his hands all over
Willow, he managed to restrain himself from taking any action before the
time was right. If he allowed his rage to take over he would end up
killing the two of them and then the fun would be over before it had even
started. Plus, he wouldn't end up with his prize, and nothing- not even
his own rage- was going to keep him from having Willow.
Angelus followed the two lovebirds back to their home in the Italian
countryside, making sure he kept his distance so they wouldn't notice they
were being tailed. He parked a discreet distance away and watched as they
parked the car in the driveway, her Watcher lover clutching her to his
chest as he carried her into the house. He spent some time looking over
the property, casing it like a common burglar, before retiring to a secure
location where he could wile away the daylight hours and work out his plans
for the imminent reunion.
Willow promptly fell asleep on the drive home, barely stirring to
consciousness as Adrian carried her from the car to the house and upstairs
to the bedroom. Once Adrian had them both settled in bed, Willow
instinctively wrapped her arms around his waist and sank into a deeper sleep.
The dream began like all the others. Willow was late arriving home.
Every light in the house was off, but that alone didn't alarm her. She
often found herself coming home to an empty house, her parents either
working late at their respective offices or out of town on business. No,
an empty house wasn't strange to Willow at all- but a seemingly empty house
when both her parents' cars were in the garage, well, that wasn't right.
Her heart skipping a beat, Willow dropped her bag and began to walk
through the house, calling out for her parents. No answer. Willow turned
towards the stairs as an object caught her eye. One of her mother's high
heels lay carelessly discarded on the fifth step. Willow froze. That
wasn't right. Her mother would never leave her shoe on the stairs. One of
her biggest pet peeves was clutter. A Place for everything and everything
in it's place- the mantra was practically burned into Willow's brain from
birth.
Taking the stairs two at a time, Willow raced up to the second floor. Once
she reached the peak of the staircase, Willow stopped. Despite the lack of
any conceivable source, the hallway glowed with an eerie red light. Willow
felt the bile rise up in her throat as she realized that the walls and
ceilings were covered in blood. The walls were gushing blood almost as if
bleeding from the inside, and the glow coming off it was luminescent.
Every half second the blood would fade to the dull coppery color Willow
normally associated with blood before brightening with unnatural
luminescence. It didn't take Willow long to realize that the metronomic
beat it followed was that of a beating heart. As the glow came faster and
faster, Willow realized it was attuned to her own rapidly increasing
heartbeat.
Running down the hall that now seemed endless, Willow tried to reach her
parent's bedroom. Midway, blood began to drip from the ceiling like
raindrops. Soon, Willow was covered in the sticky liquid, her hair matted
down and plastered to her cheeks. Stifling a scream of utter horror and
revulsion, Willow ran faster, trying hard not to slip on the red pool
beginning to form on the carpet.
With a violent lurch, Willow pushed the bedroom door open and stumbled
into the room. Moments later, Willow bent over and vomited on the once
cream, now scarlet carpeting. Squeezing her lids shut in an attempt to
block out the nightmarish image before her, it wasn't long before her eyes
were stinging from repressed tears.
Taking deep, even breaths to keep herself from hyperventilating, Willow
slowly pried her eyes open. Choking on her sobs, Willow pulled herself off
the floor and staggered towards the bed. The pain she felt left her mind
numb and unable to process the images before her. The scene played out in
her mind like a tableau.
Their bodies had been grotesquely arranged in positions Willow had only
previously seen in old black and white prints in some of Giles' more
gruesome books. And the blood- there was so much, all over everything.
Much more than could possibly have come from two bodies. Willow's eyes
roamed over the room and took in with growing horror the various body parts
strewn about as haphazardly as discarded articles of clothing. Her eyes
settled on the dresser top and, before she knew it, she was bent over
again, vomiting once more at the sight of the blood drenched human heart
resting on top.
Willow began to scream and once she had started she found she couldn't
stop. Her screams were being wrenched from her throat even as she threw
up, causing her to almost choke on her own vomit. The screams kept coming
until a hand covered her mouth and an arm as strong as a steel vice wrapped
itself around her waist, lifting her off the ground and pulling her against
a hard, solid male body.
When she was done screaming, he removed the hand covering her mouth and
she gasped for air in between sobs. With his now free hand, he gently
swept his palm over her hair, petting the wet strands with covetous joy.
His lips placed soft butterfly kisses on the side of her neck, his tongue a
gentle caress as he licked at the blood staining her skin. As he adjusted
his hold on her, gripping her body closer to his, Willow felt his erection
pressing into her lower back. She stopped struggling and allowed herself
to slump dejectedly against her captor's body as a sense of doom settled
into her heart. Deep down, Willow had known that he would one day
recapture her. Her foreboding, combined with the horror of her parent's
mutilated bodies before her, had sucked all will to fight out of the young
witch.
He chuckled as he felt her body relax against his. He moved his lips so
that they hovered besides her left earlobe, his whispered words raising the
hairs on the back of her neck. "I told you I'd have you again. I've
claimed you, and I take very seriously that which belongs to me. When
something of mine is missing, I do everything in my power to get it back.
You're mine Willow, and nothing you do, nothing you say and nowhere you go
is ever going to change that."
Willow looked back at the bodies of her parents and felt the rage
returning. Practically snarling, she retorted, "I hate you. I'll always
hate you. The day you killed my parents is the day any attraction I felt
for you died. No matter what you say or what you do, Angelus, I will never
be yours and I will never be foolish enough to fall for your seductions."
She felt his body shaking with laughter. Suddenly, she felt his hand slip
beneath the waistband of her pants and two cold digits stroke the warmth
underneath. Horrified, Willow realized that her body had betrayed her.
When he withdrew his fingers they glistened with the evidence of her
arousal. Ashamed, Willow shut her eyes against the sight. She heard
rather than saw Angelus bring his fingers up to his mouth and lick her
juices off with a lascivious smack of his lips.
"Your body says otherwise, Willow. But to make you feel better we can
play this game." Turning her around so that she was facing him, his
fingers went to the buttons of her blouse. With quick, nimble fingers he
undressed her. "You can deny it now all you want, but in the end I'll have
you screaming my name as you cum."
When he entered her in one hard thrust a scream born from her soul escaped
from her lips.
Willow was still screaming as she was shaken awake by Adrian. It took
twenty minutes for him to calm her down, holding her tight against his
chest as he tried to whisper soothing words in her ear.
Hiccuping over her sobs, Willow pounded her tiny fists against Adrian's
bare chest. "Why?! Why?! Why me, why did he do this to me? Oh God, When
is it going to end? I just want the dreams to stop. Please, Adrian, make
them stop." Breaking down again, Willow buried her face in his chest and
cried.
Adrian's heart broke to see her like this. Before long he was crying
along with her. "I would if I could, Willow. I'll do anything to protect
you from him. As God is my witness, I won't let him get to you."
Adrian's words managed to calm Willow down a bit, though she continued to
cry silent tears until she fell back asleep. Adrian remained awake, a rage
burning deep inside his chest. The fact that he couldn't save her from
this pain made his heart ache and his throat close around his own fury. He
couldn't stand the idea that it was his demon, his body inflicting this
torment on her. Everything that had happened to her was his fault. What
right did he have to comfort her when he was the cause of her suffering?
"Oh my Willow," he whispered, stroking her hair lovingly. "Willow, aroon,
I wish I could tell you everything. I'm just so afraid you won't forgive
me, especially since I can't forgive myself. I just hope that when I do
tell you the truth, when you realize who I really am, you'll know that I
did it all because I love you. I love you so much that I'll destroy my own
body, and with it the demon, to protect you."
He listened to Willow's uneven breathing, her sobs still plaguing her in
sleep, and remained safe in the knowledge that she hadn't heard him.
Vowing to one day provide Willow with the ability to have a peaceful,
dreamless nights sleep, Angel allowed both his soul and the body it now
inhabited to relax and drift off to sleep.
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