Red Demon

Author: L

E-mail: Hilton_Kask@hotmail,com

Disclaimer: All belongs to Joss, all knowing ,all seeing, but often misguided.

Rating: 18 (maybe briefly)

Summary: Willow’s evil.

Notes: My first attempt at fanfic, but I after seeing the note on Bite Me… Please I couldn’t resist trying.

Spoilers: umm not really, just making it up as I go along. 5^th season I guess just to be safe.

Feedback: Please, good or bad.

*****

Willow stretched languidly, slowly extending each of her perfectly manicured fingers with nails like talons. The cowering form before her shrank back slightly unable to take it’s eyes off the lethal instruments both on her hands and around them.

"So Puppy," she paused "although somehow for you that doesn’t seem right. How about Kitten?" She placed her heel in the centre of his chest and shoved him backwards emphasising her words "No, it should be canine related I think, after all you were the lapdog of that bitch."

Spike shuddered slightly as he tried to regain his balance.

"Whelp, Mutt, Cur," her brow ridged with concentration. Spike couldn’t help himself as he watched transfixed, shivering in anticipation of her next attack and yet he was strangely excited at the possibility she’d vamp out again. She was even more beautiful in her demon form that he could have imagined.

As she strode away in frustration still muttering to herself, Spike sank gratefully to the floor. He’d come so close to betraying himself and the Slayer by simply throwing himself at her feet. She aroused such passion him with her incredible blend of sensuality and cruelty that she’d had him begging her to stop with in a half hour of her starting on him. He didn’t know whether he wanted to be dusted or ravished by this perfect embodiment of all a vampire should be. All this while she was still barely a fledgling. Surely it wasn’t possible for one to gain such mastery so quickly and yet there she was in all her evil glory.

He silently cursed his misbegotten Sire. After all it was he who had unleashed the Red Demon on this unsuspecting town.

******

Willow strode down the hallway barely even glancing at the minions that cowered away from her. As she neared her destination she could feel the bond between herself and her Sire begin to thrum. Unlocking the door to which only she had the key, she enter the darkened room. A soft clanking of chains was the only sign that he was still in the land of the unliving.

"Angelus" she cooed. She stalked across the room. "Angelus, my sweet. Wake up, your baby wants to feed"

Angelus stirred. Looking up into her vibrant green eyes he was once again reminded of why he failed to resist the temptation to turn the beauty before him. He still could not believe that it was his despised souled half that had turned her. OK so the pathetic excuse for a vampire had thought she was going to die and that this was her last hope combined with a soul restoration spell. He shuddered with pleasure as he remembered the sensation of her warm, rich blood running over his tongue, full of purity and power. Sure she’d had lovers but still her soul retained an innocence, her loving spirit like an elixir. And that had been it for the souled wonder. In that one instance of attempting to save the life of a friend, the glory and deliciousness of her blood had provided a moment of complete happiness. Revelling in the taste of her blood he had forgotten all the guilt, pain and shame just for a moment and after a instant of all encompassing pain, no more soul.

Angelus had found himself with the witch cradled in his arms and with one look at her face had carried her to the mansion on Crawford Street, still abandoned but furnished as he’d left it. He’d laid her upon his bed and waited for her to wake. Of course he should have remembered her powers, he’d sat beside her staring in wonder at his red haired witch but had never considered she’d turn against him.

As she awoke she’d taken one look at him and growled his name "Angelus". From the start she’d known who he was, he’d never had the opportunity to question her for she’d leapt upon him, her face transforming into her demon visage. He felt himself harden as she ground against him nuzzling up against his neck. He silently gave permission for her to drink by exposing his neck, wanting to enforce the bond between them. As her fangs sunk into his neck he had to fight not to come there and then but he wanted to take his witch properly and show her exactly how he’d gained his reputation.

As he felt himself begin to weaken he reached up to pull her away, but she’d felt his command through their bond. She released his neck and sat back, her eyes glowing amber. "More" was all she’d said and as he went to throw her back to the bed, he felt her strike at him through their bond. He was reeling from the onslaught of her hunger and desire she projected at him but had managed to backhand her disrupting her concentration and causing her to fall off the bed. As he leapt to his feet to show this woman exactly who he was and that she belonged to him, he saw her rise seeming to float in the air her red hair flying in all directions and her eyes turning inky black.

He’d felt invisible ropes tightening about his wrists pulling him back tight against the headboard. No matter how hard he struggled he could not free himself. "Willow" he growled " Release me at once" She hadn’t even paused in her chanting drawing ever closer. "I am your Sire" he roared. With that she blinked and her eyes had returned to their normal green but the ties binding him had not loosened.

"I know, Sire" she drawled "I think that’s why all I can think of is you. I can feel you, inside my head but I am NOT yours, I’m not anybody’s." She was practically screaming. "Before I spent all my time pleasing others but now I’m not going to take shit from anybody!" She’d leant in a licked a trail that burned like ice up the side of his neck before whispering in his ear "Angelus, consider yourself my first." She sank her fangs once more into his neck and did not cease drinking despite his writhing until he sank into inky darkness.

Willow had kept him magically bound to the bed for a week, drinking from him daily until he’d been so weakened that she’d freed him, by which time both demon and man had been broken. Her skills at torture had surprise him, she an inventiveness which both impressed and terrified him.

Using her skills with computers remembered from her previous life she’d discovered Angels savings and bought a large house on the other side of town to the mansion. She’d quickly gathered a following of vampires drawn to the power she exuded and her beauty. Willow kept them all in line with a combination of sexual bribery and terror. She’d demonstrated her ruthlessness by dusting the first vamp to speak out against her and the five vampires surrounding him, smiling cruelly and quoting ‘one for all and all for one’. There had followed a shoving session and the more vocal vamps, who had muttered things against her, had found them selves isolated before her as a sacrifice. She’d grinned evilly and then blasted the trembling minions with a single word.

Angelus shifted again with in the chains, feeling her desire and hunger through the bonding increasing to a level where he could barely think. He’d created this beautiful monster before him, at least he tried to tell himself that. But deep within him he knew all he’d really done was free her, and feed her. A Masters power gained through constant feeding of his own blood.

As she began to ride him, he let himself get lost in the passion she aroused in him. He could feel her orgasm rising, her tightening muscles clamping around his hard cock and was unable to suppress a groan. As she peaked she sank her fangs once more into his neck and his last thought before passing out once more was a silent entreaty that’d she never stop.

****

Willow had initiated a plan to destroy the Slayer and the capture of Spike was just the beginning. After torturing him for a few hours she’d left him to heal a little before starting again and this time getting the information she wanted.

She re-entered the room where Spike lay curled into a ball on the floor. She ran her eyes over his lean body, pausing to admire the weeping wounds she’d inflicted earlier. Dragging the half dead woman behind her into the room, she shoved her at Spike.

"Here, Spikey. A little snack just for you."

Spike raised his head to look at the crumpled form beside him. Her could hear the heart beat beginning to falter and smell the blood seeping from the numerous bite marks already on the woman’s neck.

"I can’t" he whispered "The chip.." He trailed off unable to keep her gaze, and slightly chilled by the smirk on her lips.

"Look again, blondie. She’s only just human. Let’s try an experiment shall we." She reached over a dragged the woman’s head up. "Do you think the initiative took ex-demons into account?"

Spike looked at the woman’s face and tried not to moan. Anya. Willow however didn’t miss the tightening his lips. "Ah does poor Spikey feel bad. But do you feel bad enough not to eat?" She snarled.

"She was the only bloody one who was ever nice to me. Aside from you." he muttered.

Willow threw back her head and laughed. "Do you miss me Spike?" She purred and moved next to him. "Make me happy and I’ll keep you" She rubbed herself against him. He could feel himself harden in spite of everything.

Willow began to nip and suckle at his neck, she reached over and ran her fingers over the wounds in Anya’s neck. Bringing her hand back to Spike she laughed softly in delight as he vamped out. "Try it Spike, you might just like it…"

Spike gingerly leaned forward and lapped at the blood beginning to congeal on Anya’s neck. He gently slipped his fangs into an existing wound, his hunger overwhelming the disgust at the idea of re-using someone else’s mark. Whether it was Anya’s ex-demon status or the fact he hadn’t actually hurt her and merely used the existing bites, Spike drank deeply sighing in both pleasure and regret as her heart finally gave out.

Turning to Willow he was again aroused by the sheer beauty of the demon before him. She kissed him hard, licking the remaining blood from his mouth. "There. That wasn’t so bad now, was it? So Spikey what shall we do next." Her eyes sparkled in devilment and desire.

Feeling like a real vamp again for the first time since the chip, Spike lunged at her grabbing her waist and pinning her beneath him. " Well now pet I’ve got an idea or two" He smirked " How about letting me go?"

"Aw, Spike don’t you love me any more?" Willow pouted. As he began to reply, she reached up trailing her fingers along his side, before plunging them deeply into a slash across his ribs she’d inflicted only hours earlier. As he cried out in pain, she flipped him beneath her.

"I’ve got some much better ideas than that……."

******

Using old contacts of Spike’s, which he’d given to Willow only after much persuasion, she had set her trap for the Slayer into motion. The vamps and demons she had hired were going to provide the diversion by attempting to open the Hellmouth. To ensure that the remaining members of the Scooby gang would play in her game, she’d sent a dummy Prophecy to Giles. It wouldn’t do to have their grief distract them from the latest apocalypse even if she was the one to have caused it.

On the night of the attempted apocalypse Willow finally allowed Spike to leave her lair. To remove the possibility of his warning the slayer she had bound his will to hers. Angelus was once again returned to unconsciousness and this time she’d thought she may have gone too far. Still he wasn’t dust when she left and so she’d probably still have a playmate when she returned. Almost bouncing with excitement she and her crew made their way to the remains of the school library.

As expected they found the sentries of the other team dead or presumed dusted, she couldn’t believe a group with their reputation would only leave two sentries, even if they were Stalach demons. Sending her minions on a sweep of the rooms surrounding the library including the basement, they reached the remains of the library doors. Willow could sense the racing heartbeats of Giles and Xander and the stronger one of Buffy’s. Assigning three each of her remaining minions to eliminate Giles and Xander, Willow and Spike burst in to confront the Slayer.

Forcing Spike to the fore, Willow engaged him with Buffy. Not bothering to taunt the Slayer she skirted the fight between the two blondes and approached the Hellmouth. Summoning her will she ended the ritual which the other team had begun, dusting the remaining vamps by levitating the remains of a table through their hearts. The one remaining Stalach demon, quickly backed down from confronting her after meeting her inky black gaze. Turning to survey the rest of the room she noted that Xander and Giles were now fighting back to back having killed three of her crew but they were clearly tiring. She casually reached out and snapped the neck of the Stalach as it attempted to sneak out heading towards what remained of the stacks. Dropping its remains to the floor she stalked towards Xander, noting that Giles had fallen but was not apparently dead yet.

Watching her approach Xander fell to his knees looking into her face. As she transformed into her demon he didn’t shrink back as she’d expected.

"Miss me" she asked grinning evilly. Xander choked back a sob. " How would you like to join me Xander, just like the old days you and me together, hmmm?" Xander looked into the amber eyes of the demon and finally broke begging her to let him live.

"Oh Xan. What a disappointment. No wise cracks, no laughing in the face of death. You’d have been better off running and hiding at least you’d have had the dignity of living to fight another day" Reaching out her taloned hand, she ripped his throat out.

Turning to the nearest minion she remarked "Wouldn’t want to eat that, the crap he used to shovel into his mouth, would’ve gone straight to my hips." Pointing to Giles she motioned to him "Finish him off I don’t want to break a nail now do I."

Feeling that Spike was flagging she turned to regard the pair. Buffy was now limping badly but had managed to find a piece of wood to use as a stake. Spike was barely standing now, one eye had closed completely and his left arm was dangling uselessly. Speaking through Spike as she moved round behind the Slayer "Poor Watcher and he tried so hard." Spikes voice sounded detached but Buffy failed to notice.

Willow watched as the Slayer feinted and then went for the killing blow. As Spike fell to dust on the floor, Buffy began to keen at the sight of Giles lying pale in death by the cage.

Stepping up behind the mourning Slayer, Willow grasped her shoulders and leaned in for the kill. Surprised at the lack of fight she turned the Slayer towards her. The look of defeat in her eyes was intoxicating, the willing sacrifice she had become sent an electric thrill through Willow’s body. Biting down hard Willow drained the Slayer swiftly, dropping her body to the ground at her feet.

With a satisfied grin she spun to leave, her triumph complete. Glancing briefly at the dusty remains of Spike she strode out of the Library, Mistress of Sunnydale, Queen of the Hellmouth, Red Demon.

"Shame, I really liked that duster".

End