Intangible Fates

Title: Intangible Fates (Part 1/?)
Pairing: W/S/A(us)
Authors: The Angelic Damned -- Guess who?
Rating for this portion: PG-13
Summary: Willow becomes the focus of attention for two of our favorite vampires.
Background: An AU of Season 2.
Spoilers: For pretty much everything in Season 2.
Disclaimer: We do not own these characters. Joss Whedon does. We are merely borrowing them to give joy to those who would like Willow to have a relationship with one or both of these of vampires. No profit was received from this story.

Spike blew out a steady stream of smoke in
small
circles. He
could hear Dru
chattering to herself in the other room as she played
with her
dolls. He stared down at
the much hated wheelchair he was confined to for the
moment. It had
been weeks since
Buffy had almost killed him with the church organ. He
was getting
stronger though,
every evening he felt a little better.
It wouldn't be long until he was completely
healed.
He
almost was now, except
for the scars on his face. He was just weak now,
unable to stand
for long periods of
time. But he hadn't told Dru yet, didn't want to get
her hopes up
about his recovery
until he was sure that it was complete.
Drusilla wasn't healed all the way either.
She still
had
scars from her brush with
that angry mob. They relied on the minions to bring
them meals.
Spike hated that,
hated depending on someone else. Especially
underlings. He hated
this sense of
helplessness he had now. And he missed they way things
used to be.
Spike and Drusilla had been fearsome in their
glory
days.
They used to do
whatever they wanted. Killing who they wanted.
Shagging when they
wanted. They
hadn't even been able to make love in quite a while.
Not since
Drusilla had been
wounded. But things would get better. They would get
better. Then,
he would kill the
Slayer. And Drusilla and he would get the hell out of
Sunnyhell.
That's what he liked to tell himself anyway.
He
didn't want
to admit that there
was anything else that kept him here. Something that
tugged at him.
But an image of a
girl with two sparkling green eyes and creamy skin
were haunting
him. Spike had tried
to stop it, vowed to kill the girl on sight. Drusilla
was supposed
to be the love of his
unlife. The only one. Still, this girl remained in
his thoughts.
He took a deep drag
from his cigarette as he remembered the very first
time he had seen
her.
*******
Spike had entered the Slayer's school, intent
on
killing the
chit and adding a
third notch to his belt. And then he saw her talking
to the Slayer
Between the blood red
hair and her abject terror, a demon didn't stand a
chance. He had to
chase her. Spike
had observed his quarry and one of the Slayer's other
little friends
run off down the hall
and he had followed them. He could smell them. Smell
her. Right
through the door of
the utility closet they were hiding in.
He'd talked big and bad. Saying that he'd
suck her
dry,
hoping for a whimper or
pleading. But nothing. She wasn't giving him the
satisfaction. It
made him want her
more. That and her delicious scent. Spike had ached
with the need to
taste her pure
blood. Unfortunately, he'd been distracted by the
Slayer's
appearance. He'd made
himself a silent promise that he'd come back for the
redhead. He
would know the taste
of her blood.
The second time he'd seen her had been a bit
more
interesting. It was Halloween
night. He'd been prowling the streets, in search of
Buffy yet again.
He was eager to kill
her and be on his way. Dru had a vision of something
weakening her.
Apparently,
people had been turning into whatever they had dressed
as for
Halloween.
Spike happened upon his little redhead quite
by
accident. He
spotted her
walking down the street, her face lined with worry.
She'd been
wearing the most
revealing outfit. She had been hiding a lot of assets
under those
bulky, childish clothes.
It made his mouth water.
Spike had been thrilled when he saw her,
intending to
walk up
behind her,
maybe cop a few feels and then drain her dry. But she
walked right
through a fence.
Pretty as you please. She must have dressed as a
ghost. The ghost
of what, he wasn't
certain. He only knew then that he hungered for more
than her
blood. Only he
couldn't claim her then, not when he was unable to
touch her. He
would have to wait.
And fate had tossed her in his path yet again.

Shortly after
he was injured, Spike
had gone out, knowing it was dangerous for him to do
so. If he
happened upon the
Slayer in his helpless state she would have finished
him. He had
risked it though, Spike
wanted to be free for a while. Free of Dru's
incessant chatter.
Free of his minions. Free
to indulge himself in thoughts of her. He'd been in
the cemetery
when she had silently
entered. He watched her lay flowers on a young man's
tomb. She
wrapped her arms
around herself. "Hello there." He drawled.
She had spun around quickly. "Eep. Spike."
She
stepped
back, knees hitting the
tombstone.
"I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage,
pet.
What's your
name?"
"Willow."
"Willow." He rolled her name on his tongue and
then
reached
into his jacket
pocket for his packet of smokes and matches. He lit
one and offered
her a hit.
"No, th-thanks. I don't want to start a bad
habit.
The
surgeon general says that
cancer will kill you. . .though that's not a problem
for you. You're
already dead, but it
would be a problem for me." Willow babbled. He looked
less dangerous
in that
wheelchair but Willow knew that appearances could be
deceiving."S-
Spike. Why aren't
you dead?"
"I am dead."
"No, I mean dusty dead." They had all assumed
he had
died
when Buffy pushed
that organ down on him.
"Why do you ask, pet? Are you disappointed?"
"No. Yes. No. I mean. . .are you gonna kill
me?"
"Does it look like I'm in any position to do
that?"
He
indicated his chair. Though,
he had enough strength to get up from his chair and
subdue her if he
wished. But he
wanted to talk to her.
"No. I guess not."
"Then lets have a nice chat. Why don't you sit
down?
You
look uncomfortable
standing." He patted his lap invitingly.
"N-no. I'll stand. "
"Suit yourself." He was a bit disappointed
though.
"What
brings you out this
late? There are all sorts of nasties out here."
She blinked. That was like getting a warning
to be
careful
from the big, bad
wolf. "I was having a nightmare and I-" She broke off.
"You don't
really want to hear
this, do you?"
"Yes, I think I do, pet." And he did.
She pointed to the grave behind her. "That's
Jesse.
He and I-
"
"Was he your boyfriend? Did I kill him?"
"No. He wasn't my boyfriend and no, you didn't
kill
him." She
gave him an
exasperated look and then gulped. He was a wounded
vampire but still
a vampire. "I
just had a nightmare about him dying and then I
started thinking
about me. I mean,
how likely is it that I'll live long on the
Hellmouth?"
Spike took all this in. For some reason, he
wanted
to
comfort this innocent
creature. That nearly caused him to tip his chair
over. "I wouldn't
think about that so
much, pet. If you do, you can't enjoy life. And
what's the point of
living if you always
worry about what might happen to you? What do all
those nancy boy,
know-it -alls
say? Carpe diem."
"Seize the day." She said softly. That's what
Buffy
had told
her to do as well.
How bizarre. The same advice from the hero and a
villain. It was
like a screwed up
Disney movie.
"Are you busy tonight, luv?" Spike was
thinking more
along
the lines of `seize
the redhead'. It felt good to talk to someone who made
sense. Maybe
they could have
this conversation somewhere more private. Someplace
with a bed.
He had no desire
to kill her right now. Though, he'd like a drop or
two of her
luscious blood tonight.
"No. I mean, yes. I have to. . .sleep. Yep,
you need
eight
hours to be at your
best." She backed further away from him. The look he
gave her was
predatory but
something told her he wasn't thinking about killing
her. Just then,
she spotted Buffy
walking through the east gate of the cemetery.
"There's Buffy."
Spike tensed, about to get out of his chair to
fight
when the
redhead stopped him
with a slim white hand. "No, you go on home. You
were nice to me
tonight. . .I- I'll go
to her and distract her while you get away." Spike
couldn't defend
himself properly
and it just seemed wrong. It wouldn't be a fair
fight.
Spike's mouth fell open. Willow was protecting
him.
Instead
of making him feel
inadequate or helpless it made him feel warm. So, his
virginal
redhead wasn't immune
to him. "Come here, pet." He whispered as he applied
gentle pressure
to her wrist to
draw her down. He glanced once at Buffy who had
flushed some vamps
out of the
undergrowth and was having a dusting party. Willow
went willingly,
trusting him for
the moment. He captured her lips in a sweet kiss. It
lasted only a
moment. They drew
back to stare at each other for a moment, before he
wheeled off into
the darkness and
she stepped into the muted glow of a graveyard
lamppost.
*******
Spike came out of his reverie to see Drusilla
lying
on her
back on the dining
room table. She complained about being in pain earlier
in the day
after she'd had a
vision about Angel. She was mumbling something about
a vision.
Naming the stars or
some rot. He tried to tell her that she couldn't see
stars because
they were inside and it
was daytime. She refused to hear him. He was more
interested in
that vision about his
traitorous sire though. "Did you see any further? Do
you know what
happens to
Angel?"
As if on cue, his sire pranced right in the
back
door. "Well, he moves to New
York and tries to fulfill that Broadway dream. It's
tough sledding,
but one day he's
working in the chorus when the big star twists her
ankle!"
Spike gave him a disgusted look. "You don't
give up,
do
you?" What was wrong
with him anyway? Didn't he realize that having a soul
means you
can't hang out in the
vampire club house anymore?
Angelus sobered up, trying to appear noble.
"As long
as
there is injustice in this
world. . .as long as scum like you is walking - well,
rolling the
streets, I'll be around.
Look over your shoulder. I'll be there. "
"Yeah, uh, Angel. . .Look over your shoulder."
Angelus did and widened his eyes in what
looked like
fear.
Spike smiled, the
blue behemoth he had gotten Dru for her birthday
seized his sire.
Another one of her
mad whim's he helped her realize. At least this one
seemed to paying
off. Though, if
she thought he would let big blue destroy the world
she was even
madder than he had
previously thought. Who would give up blood and beer
for the fires of
Hell? "Hurts,
doesn't it?"
"Well, you know, it kind of itches."
Spike glared at the Judge. "Don't just stand
there
burn him!"
This guy was
useless.
"Gee, maybe he's broken." Angelus said, trying
to
stifle his
cheery mood. It was
good to be back with his two wayward children, even if
they were
trying to kill him.
"What the hell is going on?" Spike snapped.
Drusilla's eyes lit up. "Oh my. . ."
The Judge dropped Angel's shirt collar. "I
cannot
burn this
one. He is clean."
"Clean? You mean he's-"
"There's no humanity in him." The Judge said
as he
trudged
back to his corner.
Angelus smiled. "Couldn't have sit it better
myself."
"Angelus." Drusilla breathed.
"Yeah, baby. I'm back."
*******
Willow was pretty sure that this was the worst
day of
her
life. After what had
transpired in the last two days, Willow was surprised
she could still
function. The
Judge had come to town. A demon so terrible he could
kill a human
being with a look.
It also meant the end of the world was coming. This
happened with
alarming
regularity on the Hellmouth. But Willow was more
than a little
troubled by it this time.
Nothing could stop this demon. All the books she had
read had said
the same thing : No
weapon forged could kill him, it took an army.
Then, she had found Cordelia kissing Xander.
Her
Xander!
She couldn't
understand it, no matter how she tried. He was
treasurer of the "We
Hate Cordelia
Club"! How could he do this to her? It hurt but she
understood that
he didn't have
romantic feelings for her. She could accept that.
But he wanted
Cordelia? It was too
much for her. She had run from them both. She didn't
even want to
give Xander a
chance to explain it to her.
Willow was on her way back to the school now.
She had
went
home to cry but
had sat down on the sidewalk halfway there. She'd
calmed down and
decided to go
back, flipping an `off switch' on her rioting emotion
s. It wasn't
safe to sit outside alone
in Sunnydale and she had some research to do. She
only hoped that
she could maintain
her composure. They didn't have time right now for
the mental
breakdown she
deserved. Willow was so upset, she didn't notice she
was being
followed.
Inside the school, Xander was waiting for her.
He
looked
relieved that she was
back. He approached her carefully, trying to explain
to her but
Willow was having
none of it.
"Let's get this straight. I don't understand.
I
don't want
to understand it." She
shook her head. "You have gross emotional problems
and things are
not okay between
us. But what's happening right now is more important
than that." He
was about to try
to explain again but she had silenced him and then
asked him for an
update on The
Judge.
Xander sighed in resignation and began to tell
her.
They
still had nothing and
time was running out. Then, Xander had an idea and
eventually a
plan. But the lights
flickered out in the school hallway. They both
jumped.
"And now I'm having a wiggins." Xander said.
Willow peered into the darkness. "What's
going on?"
"Let's get back to the library." They turned
to go
when
Angelus appeared.
"Willow? Xander?" He said, they couldn't see
his
face in the
darkness.
"Angel!" Xander said.
Willow was relieved. It was just Angel.
Buffy could
stop
worrying. "Thank
God you're okay! Have you seen Buffy?"
He was distracted by her. Why hadn't soulboy
noticed
her
before? "Uh, yeah.
What's up with the lights?" That ought to reassure
them, though he
was the one who
had ripped the fuses right out of the box.
"I don't know." Xander said. "I think I might
have
an idea-"
"That doesn't matter." Angelus said quickly.
"I've
got
something to show you."
"Show us?" Willow asked naively.
He had many things to show her. "Come here.
And
Xander, get
the others." He
wanted to alone with Willow.
"Okay. . ." Xander said, perplexed. Something
was
wrong with
Angel but he just
couldn't put his finger on it.
"What is it, Angel?"
"It's amazing." She stepped a little closer to
him.
He
couldn't go to her, he
needed to stay in the shadows to hide his face from
her.
Xander stopped. Alarm bells were going off in
his
mind.
Jenny suddenly stepped out behind Willow,
brandishing
a
cross. "Willow, get
away from him."
Willow turned around. "Ms. Calender. What
are you
doing?
It's Angel." Inside
a classroom in the hall, a figure tensed in the
darkness, ready to
spring into action if
necessary.
Angelus seized Willow and clutched her
against his chest.
"Don't you do that!" Xander shouted.


"Oh, I think I do that." Angelus said, amused
by
the display
of anger.
Willow choked out one word. "Angel?"
"He's not Angel anymore. Are you?"
"Wrong. I am Angel. Angelus. At last." His
hold on
the
beautiful redhead
tightened and she writhed against him in pain.
The color left Xander's face. "Oh my God."
"I've got a message for Buffy." Angel said.
"Then give it to me yourself." Buffy said, as
she
stepped
into the hall behind him.
Angelus whirled around, dragging Willow with
him.
"Well,
it's not really the
kind of message you tell. It sort of involves finding
the bodies of
all your friends."
Willow tried to pry his hands off her throat.
Buffy was sickened. "This can't be you. . ."
"I thought we already covered that
subject."Angelus
said with
a smirk. The
shadowed figure silently opened the door, waiting for
the right time
to make his move.
Xander took Jenny's cross and slowly moved
towards
Angel.
"There must be some part of you inside that
remembers
who you
are."
"Dream on, schoolgirl. Your boyfriend is
dead. And
you're
all gonna join him."
Buffy was fighting back tears, trying to
appear
brave. "Just
leave Willow alone.
Deal with me."
Angelus brought Willow into closer contact
with his
body, let
her feel how her
struggles were affecting him. "She's so cute and
helpless. Really a
turn on." Maybe he
wouldn't start with this one. She might have. .
.other uses.
Xander, moving quickly, shoved the cross in
Angelus'
face,
causing him to
loosen his grip on Willow. But, before Xander could
pull her to
safety, a blur of blond
hair and black leather bashed Angelus over the head,
making him fall
against the wall
dizzily. It gave Spike enough time to haul Willow into
his arms and
look down at his
sire with a gloating expression. "Yeah, she is cute
and helpless.
But she's also all mine,
you bleedin' wanker." With that, he passed by the
dazed Slayer, still
holding his
precious bundle and ran out the door to his Desoto
parked down the
street.
Angelus staggered to his feet, hissing at the
pain in
his
head. His childe was
going to pay for this. Buffy was still too stunned to
do more than
gape at him. He
pulled her into his arms and kissed her roughly before
throwing her
to the floor. Then
he ran out the door to find Spike.
Xander crouched down next to Buffy. "Are you
okay?"
She
could only stare at
him vacantly with watery eyes.
*******
Willow had passed out in the car. The oxygen
loss
from
Angelus' grip on her
throat combined with shock had weakened her. Spike
laid her down on
the bed and
stroked her wan cheek.
Her eyes fluttered open. "Spike?"
"Hello, sleeping beauty." He smiled
down at
her. "And here I was hoping
I could kiss you to wake you up." His mouth descended
on hers but
she a put a feeble
hand to his chest. "W-where are we?' She looked around
at the room.
She was lying on
a four poster wrought- iron bed, there was a small
chest of drawers
against the wall but
not much else.
He indulgently leaned back and moved to sit
down on
the bed
beside her. He
saw her tense, but she didn't move away. "My
apartment." Spike had
rented this place
long ago. Waiting for the day when an opportunity to
`seize the
redhead' came along.
It was his lucky night.
"I-I thought you were staying at the factory."
"Drusilla is." He said tightly, unwilling to
think
about her.
He couldn't have
brought Willow there, Dru would have killed her if she
thought Spike
wanted more
than a meal from the young girl. And Angelus would
have done
something else to her.
"Oh. What are y-you going to do with me?"

One hand slowly stroked her hip. "Now, that's
a very
interesting question, luv."

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