TITLE: Return to Home (Sequel to Jinni's Return to Me)
AUTHOR: Tienco (tienco@msn.com)
COUPLE: W/A(us) mostly, there are some subships there. . .I'll mention them when I get closer to it.
RATING: R for now. I think that's all it really stays
DISTRIBUTION: My site!! www.oocities.org/tienco_21 and various lists. Ask if you want it, I'll let you have it. Oh, Kylia, and Jai can always have it. . .if I've given you permission for something else, you are welcome to this.
DISCLAIMER: All belongs to Joss Whedon. Gosh, I wish I were Joss. I'd have such a good time with Spike. . .and Angel. . .and Xander. . .and Graham. . . and Lindsey. . .throw Willow and Faith in there and it's a party!!
FEEDBACK: Of *course*. Makes me write more.
SPOILERS: Notta, don't really think so.
SUMMARY: Willow and Angelus return to Sunnydale after the events of 'Return to Me' and Willow decides she doesn't want to let *all* of the members of the Scooby Gang die. . .
NOTES: This is a sequel to Return To Me. As soon as Jinni gets her page updated, I'll put the link out.
NOTES 2: Whoo hoo! Yet another story finished! I just didn't feel like going through right now and breaking up the parts. But it's a long one. Good though, unless Jinni's lying to me. . . :)
DEDICATION: To my partner in crime who's story was so good I *had* to write a sequel. Jinni, you are *the* best. And to Inell, cause. . .well, she kicks ass. Do I need more of a reason?

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Willow watched Angelus pace back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. His tight body was sleek, reminding her of a panther, or a lion. He was a predator. He was *her* predator. She licked her lips anticipating the moment her mate would realize she was watching him.

He didn't notice.

She growled, low and dangerous. "Would you stop pacing?" she hissed. "You are driving me crazy."

He stopped in midstep and turned slightly, a smirk on his features. "It's this town, Little One. I *hate* this town."

She arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "And I *don't* hate this town?" A slight grin covered her face as she imaged seeing her friends again. The demon within her roared with pleasure as she imagined the Slayer and her Farmboy husband's bodies laying bloodied on the ground at her feet. Spike - Angelus' favorite childe until her - was bowing at her feet, pledging his eternal gratitude for saving him from the horrors of working with the Slayer. Xander. . .

Willow licked her lips at the thought of Xander Harris, her oldest and dearest friend. He was the only one of the gang (other than Spike, of course) who hadn't married. He dated over the years, but never found anyone that he thought he could spend the rest of his life with.

At first, Willow decided she wanted to kill them all, make them suffer, but her demon whispered tantalizing thoughts in her head, teasing her with the knowledge that Xander could be her Dark Prince, her playmate when Angelus wasn't around, her punching bag when she needed to hurt something close to her heart.

Angelus smiled, watching his mate. She was staring past him, thinking. It was one of the things he loved most about her, the mental capacity she had. He'd always been impressed with how smart she was, even as Soulboy, but when he brought her across, the smartness sharpened, and was tinted with the evil that resided in her body. She always came up with the most calculating, deliciously evil ideas. . .

It had been half a year since he turned her. He'd taken her to Europe, shown her his stomping grounds as a newly turned vampire, allowed her to taste European blood. After six months of traveling from city to city, sampling the tastes of the world, she finally told him she was ready to go home.

Through various contacts, Angelus knew that Cordelia, Wesley, and Gunn had given up on Angel, assuming he was dust. He was so concerned with getting to his mate, he didn't even bother to let anyone know he was back. It wasn't very long after he turned Willow that they took off for Europe, never bothering to call the Sunnydale crew to let them know. Angel's former employees picked up and moved back to Sunnydale, as Cordelia's visions told them that was where they needed to be.

It truly would be a family reunion.

The faint scent of Willow's arousal hit Angelus full on and his game face slid into place. He smiled around fangs. "Wills," he purred, dropping to his knees in front of her. He ran his hands along her leather-clad thighs. "What are you thinking about? What has my Little One turned on?"

She smiled, her eyes flashing yellow. "Death and blood, broken bodies. . ." She licked her lips. "But. . ." She hesitated, glancing down.

Angelus frowned. Ever so often, when Willow was worried about what her Sire would think, she would almost revert back to the mousy Willow she had been when he first claimed her all those many years ago. She was about to say something he may not like. "What is it, Little One?"

"I want to keep Xander."

He frowned. "The whelp? Why?"

"He was her. . .my best friend since the beginning of time. He belongs to me. He has always belonged to me. And he would make such a delicious vampire, Angelus." She put her hand on his chest and purred softly. "I'll make it worth your while. . ."

Angelus smirked. "Show me how worth my while you'll make it, and I will think about it." He wasn't surprised. Over the last six months, when she talked about her former life, she always spoke of Xander with fondness, even though the demon within her hated everything else she'd ever been or loved. He was fully prepared for her to ask him for permission to have Xander, and had already planned on saying yes - but she didn't need to know that.

She pulled him back, capturing his lips in a punishing kiss. She would work hard for Xander's life. . .or unlife as it soon would be.

~*~*~*~

"Hey!" Buffy said, bouncing up to Xander, who led the group sullenly. "What's wrong with you?"

Xander glanced around the cemetery. "I don't know," he replied softly. "Something's wrong." He tapped his chest, over his heart. "I can feel it here."

Buffy smiled. "No, Xand, I'm sure everything is fine. You are just upset cause you haven't been able to catch up with Wills lately. I'm sure she's really busy with school and everything. She'll call. I promise."

Xander started to argue with her, but figured it would be useless, since the retired Slayer had turned, her eyes settling on the newest Slayer to grace Sunnydale. "Jenna," she sang. "What did I tell you about being aware of your surroundings? Wesley almost snuck up on you."

Wesley grinned over Jenna's shoulder at Buffy. "Thanks for ruining the surprise, Buffy."

Buffy laughed. "Anytime, Wes, old boy!" She absentmindedly patted Xander's shoulder and walked back to her husband, wrapping her arm around his waist. Slaying had gotten easy the last few years. . .almost too easy. The Hellmouth had calmed down, and the evil didn't seem to want to be there as much as they used to. She was happily married to Riley Finn, now training the new Slayers as they came through town. All of her friends were still alive, and she had the extra help of Cordelia, Gunn, and Wesley.

Spike stepped up to Xander. The two had become really close over the years, now sharing an apartment. "Harris," he said softly.

Xander glanced over at the blonde vampire. He was the best male friend Xander had ever had - at least since Jesse. "Something is wrong, Spike."

Spike glanced up, watching the moon through the tree branches. "It's my Sire," he replied.

Xander stopped, turning to Spike. "What?" he asked, his voice cracking in fear. "What do you mean?" he hissed. "Cordelia said that Angel was dusted. . ."

"Peaches wasn't dusted," Spike shook his head. "He was never gone. I always knew he was bloody alive, I could feel him still. He wasn't close enough for me to know his condition, but he was alive. I don't know why he left. . .at least, I didn't know why he left. I know now why he did." Spike chuckled darkly.

Xander picked up a tint of fear in Spike's chuckle. A chill ran through his body. Spike wasn't scared of *anything*. "Why did he leave?" Xander asked.

"He lost the bloody soul, Harris."

Xander's eyes bugged out of his head. "You. . .you mean he's. . .Angelus?"

Spike nodded. He glanced around. "Things are about to get interesting." He sighed unnecessarily. "I'm sure he will bloody stake me. I should leave Sunnyhell."

"Why don't you?" Xander asked, scared for his friend. He didn't want Spike to die. "Run, Spike. Just leave Sunnydale! I'll make up some reason. . ."

Spike clasped Xander's shoulder. "No, Harris. I'm going to stand up and fight my Sire like a man, not run like a bloody coward."

Xander swallowed heavily, turning away. He didn't want Spike to see the tears fill his eyes. He was closer to Spike than anyone else in the world, except perhaps Willow. The thought of losing either one of them made the mortal have depressing suicidal thoughts.

"Don't worry, Xanpet," Spike said softly. "I won't let anything happen to you." He was fiercely protective of Xander, and knew that he would defend him from whatever came after him.

"Thanks," Xander said dejectedly. < Won't matter if you protect me if you are dead, Spike, > he thought. With a sigh, he pushed the thoughts aside. "Come on, we've got patrolling to do."

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