Obsession
by Bwriter
Obsession
[reviews]
Title - Obsession
Pairing - B/W - as well as others
Rating - NC/17
Warnings - dark, S&M, blood play, non-consensual sex, torture, character deaths etc - not like my usual fics so be warned, but have Faith and stick it out...please
Spoilers - Starts in Season 2
Summary - Buffy is evil, really, really evil, what happens when she meets Willow
Disclaimer - Not mine, please don't sue
Distribution - The usual places
Feedback - This is the first piece I have done like this, I would really like to know what you guys think
A/N - This story has been going around in my head for a few months.
Status - COMPLETE
/angelus thoughts to angel/ *angels reply*
Part one
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The Vampire circled the Slayer; both geared up and ready to fight. One with a stake, one with fangs.
They eyed the other, waiting for an attack.
The Vampire was the more impatient of the two.
With a nasty undercut to the jaw, the Slayer spun around, but came up with a counter attack.
The fight was on.
They fought for what seemed like hours, each bleeding from numerous cuts, though that only fuelled the Vampire.
The Slayer stumbled, and the Vampire moved in.
The Slayer knew her time had come, and sent a silent goodbye to her Watcher as she felt the Vampire's fangs enter her neck.
From the first taste of the Slayer's powerful blood, the Vampire was hooked.
She was drained almost dry before the Vampire released her.
Stepping back, the blonde Vampire watched as the minions all crowded round, hoping for there to be enough blood left in the dead girls' body for them to taste.
"Can we?"
The Master looked to its minion, before smiling, teeth stained with the blood of a Slayer.
"Of course. Childer, you may want a sample, it is all we have heard and more. But hurry. We have some travelling to do."
"Master?"
"One Slayer dies, the next one is called, and I have developed a taste for their blood."
As two of her Childer stood by her side and one or two minions fed, the Vampire was already calculating the time it would take to get to England, and to the Council of Watchers.
"Buffy, when do we leave?"
The Vampire turned to one of her most favoured Childer.
"Soon Angelus, but first we need to feed, and feed well. Also, maybe bring some snacks for the journey," Buffy pouted, still in game face, "I hate travelling by ship."
Angelus nodded his head, he hated it too. It was too cramped for his liking.
"What do we do with the body?" He nodded his head in the direction of the now very dead girl.
Buffy shrugged.
"Burn it."
A sick smile curved his features.
"Yes Sire." He didn't often call her that, they had been together too long, but he liked using the term from time to time, just as she liked hearing it.
Buffy left them to it and went hunting by herself, knowing Angelus and Penn would catch up with her when they could.
As she turned into the darkened street, she saw that the light was still on in the tavern.
Smiling, she entered, not needing an invitation to do so.
"What can I get you?"
Buffy ignored the man and looked around the club. Her eyes lit on a couple in the corner and she smiled. She could smell the lust coming off them both in waves; also, the woman was carrying a child, which made the blood sweeter.
Present day
The Slayer turned, her stake ready, and watched as another Vamp turned to dust.
"Yo! Angel! Duck!"
Angel ducked just as Willow's thrown stake found its mark.
"Thanks."
Willow smirked at him before turning back to her own fight.
"Anytime old-timer."
Angel snorted at her and refocused on the Vampire in front of him.
He had met him before, he just couldn't remember when. The same went for the vamp Willow was currently fighting.
"Angelus, why do you fight me?"
Angel rolled his eyes at the Vamp. Some people just hadn't got the memo.
"It's Angel now."
The Vampire looked confused but he was still quick enough to block the kick Angel had aimed at his head.
"Why the name change Childe?"
/SIRE!/
Angel froze, as did the Vampire he was fighting.
Turning slowly, hoping he was dreaming, Angel faced his Sire.
Buffy smirked at him.
"What? Not happy to see me? I'm hurt." Funny thing was, she was hurt. Angelus had been her greatest creation. Evil, strong and cunning. Just like her. Plus, it helped that he was gorgeous. He had been her best friend in life, and her most favoured childe in death.
/yes, very happy, tell her you ass/ Angelus was pissed. His Sire was here, and he couldn't even speak to her.
"Buffy, long time no see."
Buffy nodded her head and looked over to the Vampire that was fighting the Slayer.
"Marcus. Enough."
/Marcus, I knew he looked familiar/
The Vampire fighting Willow stopped suddenly, so, not looking a gift horse in the mouth, Willow staked him.
Buffy watched as one of her minions turned to dust.
"So hard to find good help," turning her attention back to her Childe, Buffy kept her senses trained on the Slayer.
"It's been a while."
/oh god has it ever/
Angel stood up straighter.
"A hundred years, give or take a decade or two."
Buffy let out a sigh.
"It seemed longer Childe."
/Sire, get this fucking soul out of me/
Angel flinched back, both from what his demon was thinking, and from what Buffy had called him. "Don't call me that."
Willow had had enough, and walked up to stand by Angel.
"You know her?" The question was directed to Angel, but Willow's eyes never left Buffy. There was something about her...
"I did. Once, long ago. She was my Sire."
/still is, show some respect/
"Still am Childe, that will never change. Should I remind you?" Buffy growled out.
Angel paled, he was completely aware of what Buffy could do to him, as was her right as his Sire.
Buffy smirked, a cold look entering her eyes before they shifted to the Slayer.
"Well well, I see that instead of hunting them, you now fight with them." There was disgust in her voice as she spat the words at him.
"What about you? You must be slipping. Willow has been the Slayer for - how long now Will?"
Willow shrugged.
"About two years."
"Two years now, and this is the first I've seen you anywhere near her. Slipping in your old age Buff?"
/don't push it buddy, let me talk to her/
Angel ignored his demon and focused on the Vampire before him.
Buffy growled and took a step closer to him, making Willow do the same, drawing Buffy's attention.
"I will get to you soon enough girl. This is between me and him."
Willow shook her head.
"When it concerns a friend of mine, it concerns me."
Buffy suppressed the growl that wanted to form at her words. She had killed a lot of Slayers over the years, but there was something about this one...
Angel saw the look in his Sire's eyes and pulled Willow behind him.
/Yeah, you know she'll get her good/
Buffy smirked and walked closer to them.
"If I want her, you really think you can stop me boy?" The tone she used, reminded Angel of the one she used to use a lot, but one that had never once been turned around on him.
"You can't have this one."
Willow was confused. Why was Angel trying to protect her against the Vamp?
Shaking him off, she walked around and moved to stand within reaching distance of Buffy. If possible, Angel paled even more.
"Willow move-"
It was too late. Buffy had reached out and grabbed the Slayer by the neck, spun her around, and her head began to lower before she stopped.
/now the fun begins/
There was something about the girl, something Buffy couldn't place. What she did know, was that this something inside the Slayer was touching something inside her, and she didn't like it.
Snarling at Angel as he moved forward, she threw Willow into his arms before turning and walking away, not worried for one second that her most favoured Childe would kill her, hoping for a violent kill on her way back to the mansion.
"Talk, now." Willow folded her arms and waited for Angel to speak. He did, after pausing, thinking what to say.
"Your very lucky, she has never let a Slayer live, not when she was so close to killing one."
/ah... good times/
Willow nodded her head. She could tell the blonde was strong.
Angel sighed, he knew she didn't fully get it.
"Willow, she has killed a lot of Slayers over the years."
Willow's arms dropped to her sides.
"How many?"
Angel thought back. Ever since that first Slayer, his Sire had made it top priority to hunt them. Every one she set her sights on, she killed.
"Around a thirty, give or take a few."
Willow's shock showed on her face.
"Thirty!"
/more I think/
Angel nodded his head, hating the part he had played in those deaths.
"After the first one, it became a sport for her. She hunted them, played with them, some she even seduced. But the end result was the same. They all ended up drained, after they had been tortured. Mentally and physically."
Willow closed her eyes, thinking of all the dead girls she was connected to as the Slayer.
"And you helped? Angelus I mean?"
Angel nodded his head, a solemn look on his face.
/best time ever/
*shut up*
"I don't know why she is here now, but I know why she is here. You. She'll do whatever it takes Will. Be careful."
Willow nodded her head, but her mind had already drifted off to the Vampire she was sure she would have to fight. She couldn't help but wonder if she would survive it.
"Where do we go now?"
Angel looked up at the sky before letting his eyes roam the cemetery.
"Giles. He needs to know what's going on. Then I'm going to go find Buffy, have a little chat with my dear old Sire."
/finally, a good idea/
Willow looked at him from the corner of her eye.
"You sure that's a good idea?"
Angel shook his head no.
"Nowhere near."