Touch of Evil
Part Fifteen
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.
**rolling dice and seeming queer
bastard love a sick affair
let's see what new disease you'll fetch
I mean that fucking you is strange and adored by me throughout
oh it's you again
blessing you with every kiss
so precious you know
this hate of mine exploded
I'm so deranged you know
I will never be the same
tying yourself to me
stitch up my emptiness
'cause your the death of me
so precious, loving the thrill**
**"Stitches"- Orgy**
Willow sobbed, her mind unable to comprehend the sight before her. The
fact that Angelus once again had her in his possession came secondary to
the pain her soul felt over seeing her best friend turned into one of the
creatures she had been born to fight against. Her beautiful face distorted
by the ridges of the vampiric visage tore at Willow's heart as she cried
helpless tears against the travesty. The sheer injustice of it all made
her weep. "Buffy, you were wrong. It is my fault. I only hope wherever
your soul is, it can forgive me."
The blonde vampire took a seat at the edge of the bed and stared at the
hacker. She tilted her head to the side, studying the girl before her as
if she was a piece of puzzling, abstract art. Her features quickly morphed
back into the human face Willow was used to. She reached a cold palm out
to softly caress her cheek, the cool detachment in her eyes belying the
gentleness of her touch. "Willow," she whispered her friend's name with a
tone heavy with pity. "You're so naïve. What makes you think I'm not the
same Buffy I was before. Trust me, I know exactly what my soul is feeling.
It's still a part of me. And I know what it was thinking as Angelus
turned me. I cursed you Willow. I curse you. This is your fault, and
believe me, my soul knew it, as I know it now. None of this would have
happened if not for you. All you had to do was give in to Angelus, allow
him to love and possess you like you both wanted, and I'd be alive right
now. If only you had succumbed to your inner desires, then we wouldn't be
here now. But no, you had to turn him away and run off and fall in love
with someone else. Well, you'll get what's coming to you, I promise you
that. I only wish it could culminate in your death at my hands. You don't
deserve Angelus- you never did. You're not half the woman I am Willow, but
you'll learn. I'll take pleasure in watching Angelus tire of you and
discard you like the little trashy whore you are." The slayer paused,
drinking in the tears spilling forth from her former friend's eyes, her
chest rising and falling as violent sobs overtook her small body. She
moved her hands up to Willow's eyelids, her fingers catching the tears as
they fell. She brought her fingers up to her lips, relishing the taste of
the salty liquid, knowing they were products of the pain she was inflicting
on the girl.
Willow shuddered at the vampire's touch, the back of her mind reeling at
how cold Buffy's touch was. She couldn't understand how she could have
missed that before. Unable to help herself, she asked, "How? I felt you,
I held you. I saw your bruises." Willow's eyes roamed over the slayer's
now immaculate skin.
Buffy leaned backwards on her arms, arching her chest forward so Willow
could get a clear look at the unblemished skin of her neck and face. She
seemed to take pride in the charade she had so perfectly pulled off.
"What, you think you're the only witch who knows how to use a little magic.
All it took was a simple glamour spell. You can thank your friend Amy for
that. It's amazing how easily people will betray their friends when faced
with the business end of a cattle prod. She'd be here now but we let her
go. She was doing more than her share to hurt you as a human, considering
how she's fucking your ex-boyfriend Oz. Oops." Buffy covered her mouth
with her hand, doing her best to look contrite at the grimace of pain that
crossed Willow's face. "You didn't know, did you? I guess I should have
told you during our sporadic phone conversations, but I suppose I just
didn't want to hurt you. I can't believe I let it slip now. Silly me."
Buffy flinched in surprise as Willow's saliva drenched her face.
Clenching her fingers together, Buffy reeled back and punched her squarely
in the jaw. Willow's head snapped to the side from the force of the
impact, shutting her eyes and clenching her teeth against the pain. She
felt Buffy's closeness against her face, her breath chilling her skin as
she hissed. "Spit on me all you like Bitch, it won't change anything.
You're just a little whore who's now gonna pay for coveting her best
friend's possessions. Don't think I don't know how you lusted after Angel
when me and him were together. I could see it in your eyes whenever you
looked at him, or whenever I mentioned his name. You wanted him as much as
I did- and you hated me for having what you wanted. Was it my fault you
were a mousy nothing when I met you, who couldn't attract the attention of
a guy even if he was blind and dumb. You've always lived in my shadow,
Willow. Xander, Angel, heck, I bet even Oz had a thing for me. Maybe once
I'm done playing with Spike I can move on to Adrian. I saw the way he
looked at me when we first met, and I'm sure you noticed as well. How
could he help himself, being stuck with you for the past year. He's
probably in need of a good fucking, cause I'm certain you haven't given it
up to him yet. But don't worry Will, I'll be sure to keep him satisfied in
ways you never could."
As hard as it was, Willow was proud of herself for not reacting outwardly,
giving Buffy the satisfaction she so obviously wanted. Inwardly, Buffy's
words were having the intended affect, wounding Willow deeply, but she
wouldn't let her see it. The only indication of the pain she was feeling
was the tears that had yet to cease falling.
Disgusted at the self control Willow was exhibiting, denying her the
pleasure of seeing her victim break, Buffy grew bored of her taunting.
Placing a mocking kiss on Willow's damp cheek, the slayer stood in one
graceful move and stalked over to her sire, who had been resting against
the doorframe, watching the encounter between the two former friends with
barely controlled glee. He had to admit that he was proud of the way the
slayer had turned out. It had never been his intention to turn her. Well,
perhaps it had crossed his mind once or twice when he had first returned,
when his obsession with her had been at it's height, but the idea had died
with his growing obsession with Willow. After that he had only imagined
her death as the greatest act of his revenge. He'd been forced to turn the
slayer in order to implement his plan to get Willow back, and it was
working out better than he had ever imagined. The slayer was truly even
more beautiful as a vampire than she had been as a human. In addition, she
was crueler and more capricious than any other Childe he had ever sired.
He supposed it had to do with the rage he had felt inside of her as her
soul fled her body. With her last ounce of breath she had cursed the world
and God for repaying her sacrifices to the greater good in this manner.
That rage had stayed when she'd awoken to her unlife, combining with the
bitter anger she'd always kept locked inside of her as a human- hatred for
the unwanted curse destiny had laid upon her, the role it had deemed her
worthy enough to play, despite her own wishes. As a vampire, Buffy was
prepared to revenge herself against any and everyone for the life that had
been robbed from her long before Angelus had turned her, starting with
those who had been closest to her. It made her sire proud to see her in
action, even if the victim of her wrath was the woman he loved.
Angelus smiled at his Childe, who now had her body pressed intimately
against his. He leaned down, gripping her head to place a bruising kiss on
her willing lips. She wasn't Willow, but she would do, especially since
the one he wanted was now ready and waiting for him less than 5 feet away.
The thought caused a growl to emanate from his throat. Shoving Buffy away
from him, he ordered her out of the room. "Go amuse yourself with my other
bleached out Childe. I've got business to attend to and I don't want to be
disturbed."
Buffy pouted, disappointed that she wasn't going to be able to watch, but
complied. She already knew better than to disregard an order from her
sire. Closing the door behind her, she left the couple alone.
Willow stared at Angelus with wide, frightened eyes, resembling a deer
caught in headlights. He merely smiled, his laughter full of content
satisfaction over the prize tied to his bed. Lowering his body so that it
completely covered her own, he leaned forward so his lips were a hairs
breath away from hers. He drank in the way her eyes widened even further
as she felt his erection pressing through his leather pants against her own
sex and whispered, "Welcome home, honey." Then he kissed her.
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