Revenge is Best Served With a Side of Witch
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Revenge is Best Served With a Side of Witch
Title: Revenge is Best Served with a Side of Witch
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/S/A
Summary: Willow, Spike and Angel need a little revenge on some people. Set right after ‘Pangs’ but basically it’s AU. I needed a mindless smut fic. This is the result.
Disclaimer: I own nothing…though I will take Spike off Joss’ hands after Angel’s done *eg*
Distribution: If I post it it’s yours, otherwise just ask.
Spoilers: Slight spoiler for ‘Why We Fight’ Season 5 of A:tS.
Author’s Notes: This is for Becky. Cheer up chica!
Feedback: Yes please. ghoztstarz@yahoo.com
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Chapter 1
It was just another night. The Chumash Indians that had disrupted Thanksgiving were just par for the course as far as Sunnydale was concerned. But it had been a trying night for Willow. She wasn’t good at keeping secrets, so she was relieved when Xander had spilled the beans about Angel being in town.
Buffy had taken it better then Willow thought she would. Spike on the other hand was furious, especially when he found out that Angel had saved Willow from one of the Indians. He went on a tirade about the ‘Poufter’ sticking his nose where it didn’t belong.
Kicking a rock Willow sighed as she walked alone back to the dorms. She knew it wasn’t safe to go walking around Sunnydale at night, but right now she just didn’t care. Buffy had gone off with Riley after dinner, Xander and Anya left shortly thereafter. With Spike in such a bad mood, Giles had gone to bed early. Willow had wanted to go and sit down and read, but Spike kept looking at her and quite frankly it was giving her the creeps. Granted Spike was very…nice, for a vampire. But Willow didn’t think she could just sit there alone with him. It just wouldn’t be right. A noise behind her made Willow jump and grab for her handy stake.
“Angel,” Willow said surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“You shouldn’t be walking out alone at night,” Angel said, stepping up to walk next to her.
“I know, but with these Initiative guys running around there really aren’t that many vampires or demons about. It’s gotten quiet. Wait a minute mister,” Willow said, stopping and turning to poke him in the chest. “What are you still doing here? If Buffy finds you she’s going to be pissed. She was upset when she found out you were here and didn’t tell her.”
Angel nodded silently and went back to walking. This was harder then he thought it would be. How would he ask her without revealing his feelings? Sighing he decided to just come out with it.
“Willow,” Angel said.
“What is it Angel?”
“Um, why…why was Spike tied to that chair at Giles’?”
“Oh,” Willow said surprised. That wasn’t exactly what she was expecting him to ask. She thought for sure he would ask about Buffy. Maybe ask if she could set up a meeting or something like that. His asking about Spike came out of the blue for her and she didn’t really know what to say.
“Well, it was really Giles, Buffy, and Xander’s idea to tie him up. He was chained in the bathtub, but he started complaining about getting a cramp in his legs. So, they moved him into a chair. Now, since he started ranting about you being here, they just left him there and I left.”
“Uh, Willow, that’s not what I meant. I mean, why is he tied up in the first place. Wouldn’t Buffy just stake him?”
“Oh, yeah, sorry. Uh, no, see he came to Buffy for help.”
“He did what?!” Angel said surprised.
“Yeah, I know. It kind of surprised all of us. See the Initiative, this secret government agency, put a chip in his head that keeps him from being able to hurt anyone,” Willow said.
“Again, why the bondage routine?”
Willow blushed slightly and gave a short giggle before going on with the story. “Well, see, Xander and Buffy didn’t trust him, and neither did I or Giles at the time. But, all you had to do was look at him to know that something wasn’t right. He was paler then normal, and his eyes were sunken in kind of, almost like a skeleton…it was disturbing. However much Giles or I tried to tell Buffy and Xander that he was probably telling the truth, they didn’t listen. Heck, Buffy wanted to just stake him and put him out of her misery. She nearly did too.”
Angel had stopped walking and just stood there staring in open horror at Willow and her description of Spike’s condition. He just couldn’t believe it. ‘How could they treat Spike like that?’ he asked himself. As Angelus he had deprived many of his minions of blood, and watched in fascination as they slowly deteriorated until one day there was nothing but a pile of ash where they had once lain.
Willow finally noticed that Angel was no longer walking beside her and turned to see what had happened to him. It was the Hellmouth after all; even vampire’s aren’t safe from some of its’ inhabitants. She could tell that what she’d said had upset him, because a look of pure disbelief mixed with horror flashed in his eyes.
“Angel, what is it? What’s wrong?” she asked walking up to him. He wasn’t responding to her voice. Angel was a million miles away inside his head. She could see that far off look in his eyes; it was a look she knew well. Shaking him she said his name again.
Blinking and confused Angel looked down at Willow, still slightly dazed. “What? Oh, sorry.” Clearing his head of thoughts he grabbed Willow’s hand unconsciously and directed her to someplace they could talk. He needed to know more. Willow was a little preoccupied with the fact that Angel was holding her hand. Her hand!
Looking up at where they were going, Willow noticed it wasn’t in the direction of the dorms. “Uh, Angel?” she asked. “Where are we going?”
“We need to talk. We’re going to my place,” he said somewhat curtly.
Willow’s stomach did a small flip flop. ‘His place?’ she thought. ‘Oh my.’
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She wasn’t sure what she had expected ‘his place’ to be, however the mansion wasn’t it. It was the site of so much pain for him, mostly his time as Angelus and when he came back from hell. This place was not associated with anything good. Willow wondered why he would choose to bring her here of all places. It looked ominous sitting up there on the hill all dark, almost as if it was brooding. That thought made Willow giggle a little. It fit Angel.
She looked up at Angel and could see the deep crease lines in his forehead. As soon as they got in the house he let go of her hand and started pacing the wide open living room.
This was only her second time in the mansion, having come but once before with Buffy during the day. She walked slowly, taking her time to look at everything while she let Angel unwind from whatever it was that had gotten him all worked up. She barely heard him muttering to himself.
“How dare they?!” Angel said heatedly. “They have no right to play with things they couldn’t possibly understand. I thought we’d destroyed all of the paperwork. They wouldn’t have, couldn’t have resurrected that project.”
Angel didn’t even realize when Willow had walked in to the room until he stopped his pacing right in front of her, nearly crashing into her.
“We have to help him,” Angel said grabbing her shoulders and shaking her gently. “Not even Spike deserves this.” Releasing her quickly he continued his pacing.
Willow was slowly becoming uncomfortable. From what she had overheard, Angel had some inkling of what was going on here. He also seemed unusually worried about Spike. This was just not like Angel to care one bit for Spike. Willow knew they had history, but she had thought it was just that…history.
“You have to help me,” Angel said suddenly, surprising Willow out of her thoughts.
“What?” she asked confused. “Help you with what?”
“Spike, the Initiative, anyone who is connected to it. They can’t be allowed to continue. What they are doing isn’t right! Don’t you see that? You have to help me,” Angel said pleadingly.
“But…but why not ask Buffy?”
“I can’t. She wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” was all Willow could say. How could she turn him down? Especially when he turned those chocolate-brown eyes on her and she melted just a little. She had always had a small thing for Angel. He was handsome, intelligent, funny at times, and oh was she in trouble.
“I know I’m asking for a lot, Willow,” he said gently, grabbing handhands in his. “I trust you. You’re resourceful and intelligent. I need you to help me. You’re the only one with the skills to really dig deep into this and I just know you could figure out some things that I or Spike might miss.”
Angel was talking too fast for Willow, which was a surprise seeing that she was the queen of babble-fests. He had left her head spinning and her body swooning slightly. She leaned forward slightly and ended up somehow, much to her surprise and delight, in Angel’s arms.
“What?” she asked, slightly dazed.
Angel just gave a short chuckle and kissed the top of her head. Then he led her over to one of the ratty chairs to sit down.
“I’m sorry, I’d offer you some water, but I don’t think I have any here. This place isn’t exactly equipped for human habitation.”
“Oh, uh, that’s ok,” Willow said. She had to shake her head to get it to catch up to what Angel had been saying.
“Let me get this straight,” she said. “You want me to help you?” Angel nodded smirking slightly. “To do what?”
“Sorry, I guess I got a little carried away there,” Angel said with a sheepish grin. “I need you to help me first to get Spike out of Giles’ house. I don’t want him tied up like that, it isn’t right. Then, when I talk to him, we can figure out what to do with the Initiative. I’m still not thrilled with what they are doing.”
“Ok,” Willow said simply and smiled up at him. He returned the smile.
“Feel better now?” he asked eyeing her carefully.
“Yeah, you just, um, well confused me for a minute there. It made my head do a spin-y thing-y, kind of made me dizzy for a second,” Willow said blushing slightly at his scrutiny of her.
“So, when do you want to start?” Angel asked.
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TBC……..
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/S/A
Summary: Willow, Spike and Angel need a little revenge on some people. Set right after ‘Pangs’ but basically it’s AU. I needed a mindless smut fic. This is the result.
Disclaimer: I own nothing…though I will take Spike off Joss’ hands after Angel’s done *eg*
Distribution: If I post it it’s yours, otherwise just ask.
Spoilers: Slight spoiler for ‘Why We Fight’ Season 5 of A:tS.
Author’s Notes: This is for Becky. Cheer up chica!
Feedback: Yes please. ghoztstarz@yahoo.com
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Chapter 1
It was just another night. The Chumash Indians that had disrupted Thanksgiving were just par for the course as far as Sunnydale was concerned. But it had been a trying night for Willow. She wasn’t good at keeping secrets, so she was relieved when Xander had spilled the beans about Angel being in town.
Buffy had taken it better then Willow thought she would. Spike on the other hand was furious, especially when he found out that Angel had saved Willow from one of the Indians. He went on a tirade about the ‘Poufter’ sticking his nose where it didn’t belong.
Kicking a rock Willow sighed as she walked alone back to the dorms. She knew it wasn’t safe to go walking around Sunnydale at night, but right now she just didn’t care. Buffy had gone off with Riley after dinner, Xander and Anya left shortly thereafter. With Spike in such a bad mood, Giles had gone to bed early. Willow had wanted to go and sit down and read, but Spike kept looking at her and quite frankly it was giving her the creeps. Granted Spike was very…nice, for a vampire. But Willow didn’t think she could just sit there alone with him. It just wouldn’t be right. A noise behind her made Willow jump and grab for her handy stake.
“Angel,” Willow said surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“You shouldn’t be walking out alone at night,” Angel said, stepping up to walk next to her.
“I know, but with these Initiative guys running around there really aren’t that many vampires or demons about. It’s gotten quiet. Wait a minute mister,” Willow said, stopping and turning to poke him in the chest. “What are you still doing here? If Buffy finds you she’s going to be pissed. She was upset when she found out you were here and didn’t tell her.”
Angel nodded silently and went back to walking. This was harder then he thought it would be. How would he ask her without revealing his feelings? Sighing he decided to just come out with it.
“Willow,” Angel said.
“What is it Angel?”
“Um, why…why was Spike tied to that chair at Giles’?”
“Oh,” Willow said surprised. That wasn’t exactly what she was expecting him to ask. She thought for sure he would ask about Buffy. Maybe ask if she could set up a meeting or something like that. His asking about Spike came out of the blue for her and she didn’t really know what to say.
“Well, it was really Giles, Buffy, and Xander’s idea to tie him up. He was chained in the bathtub, but he started complaining about getting a cramp in his legs. So, they moved him into a chair. Now, since he started ranting about you being here, they just left him there and I left.”
“Uh, Willow, that’s not what I meant. I mean, why is he tied up in the first place. Wouldn’t Buffy just stake him?”
“Oh, yeah, sorry. Uh, no, see he came to Buffy for help.”
“He did what?!” Angel said surprised.
“Yeah, I know. It kind of surprised all of us. See the Initiative, this secret government agency, put a chip in his head that keeps him from being able to hurt anyone,” Willow said.
“Again, why the bondage routine?”
Willow blushed slightly and gave a short giggle before going on with the story. “Well, see, Xander and Buffy didn’t trust him, and neither did I or Giles at the time. But, all you had to do was look at him to know that something wasn’t right. He was paler then normal, and his eyes were sunken in kind of, almost like a skeleton…it was disturbing. However much Giles or I tried to tell Buffy and Xander that he was probably telling the truth, they didn’t listen. Heck, Buffy wanted to just stake him and put him out of her misery. She nearly did too.”
Angel had stopped walking and just stood there staring in open horror at Willow and her description of Spike’s condition. He just couldn’t believe it. ‘How could they treat Spike like that?’ he asked himself. As Angelus he had deprived many of his minions of blood, and watched in fascination as they slowly deteriorated until one day there was nothing but a pile of ash where they had once lain.
Willow finally noticed that Angel was no longer walking beside her and turned to see what had happened to him. It was the Hellmouth after all; even vampire’s aren’t safe from some of its’ inhabitants. She could tell that what she’d said had upset him, because a look of pure disbelief mixed with horror flashed in his eyes.
“Angel, what is it? What’s wrong?” she asked walking up to him. He wasn’t responding to her voice. Angel was a million miles away inside his head. She could see that far off look in his eyes; it was a look she knew well. Shaking him she said his name again.
Blinking and confused Angel looked down at Willow, still slightly dazed. “What? Oh, sorry.” Clearing his head of thoughts he grabbed Willow’s hand unconsciously and directed her to someplace they could talk. He needed to know more. Willow was a little preoccupied with the fact that Angel was holding her hand. Her hand!
Looking up at where they were going, Willow noticed it wasn’t in the direction of the dorms. “Uh, Angel?” she asked. “Where are we going?”
“We need to talk. We’re going to my place,” he said somewhat curtly.
Willow’s stomach did a small flip flop. ‘His place?’ she thought. ‘Oh my.’
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She wasn’t sure what she had expected ‘his place’ to be, however the mansion wasn’t it. It was the site of so much pain for him, mostly his time as Angelus and when he came back from hell. This place was not associated with anything good. Willow wondered why he would choose to bring her here of all places. It looked ominous sitting up there on the hill all dark, almost as if it was brooding. That thought made Willow giggle a little. It fit Angel.
She looked up at Angel and could see the deep crease lines in his forehead. As soon as they got in the house he let go of her hand and started pacing the wide open living room.
This was only her second time in the mansion, having come but once before with Buffy during the day. She walked slowly, taking her time to look at everything while she let Angel unwind from whatever it was that had gotten him all worked up. She barely heard him muttering to himself.
“How dare they?!” Angel said heatedly. “They have no right to play with things they couldn’t possibly understand. I thought we’d destroyed all of the paperwork. They wouldn’t have, couldn’t have resurrected that project.”
Angel didn’t even realize when Willow had walked in to the room until he stopped his pacing right in front of her, nearly crashing into her.
“We have to help him,” Angel said grabbing her shoulders and shaking her gently. “Not even Spike deserves this.” Releasing her quickly he continued his pacing.
Willow was slowly becoming uncomfortable. From what she had overheard, Angel had some inkling of what was going on here. He also seemed unusually worried about Spike. This was just not like Angel to care one bit for Spike. Willow knew they had history, but she had thought it was just that…history.
“You have to help me,” Angel said suddenly, surprising Willow out of her thoughts.
“What?” she asked confused. “Help you with what?”
“Spike, the Initiative, anyone who is connected to it. They can’t be allowed to continue. What they are doing isn’t right! Don’t you see that? You have to help me,” Angel said pleadingly.
“But…but why not ask Buffy?”
“I can’t. She wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” was all Willow could say. How could she turn him down? Especially when he turned those chocolate-brown eyes on her and she melted just a little. She had always had a small thing for Angel. He was handsome, intelligent, funny at times, and oh was she in trouble.
“I know I’m asking for a lot, Willow,” he said gently, grabbing handhands in his. “I trust you. You’re resourceful and intelligent. I need you to help me. You’re the only one with the skills to really dig deep into this and I just know you could figure out some things that I or Spike might miss.”
Angel was talking too fast for Willow, which was a surprise seeing that she was the queen of babble-fests. He had left her head spinning and her body swooning slightly. She leaned forward slightly and ended up somehow, much to her surprise and delight, in Angel’s arms.
“What?” she asked, slightly dazed.
Angel just gave a short chuckle and kissed the top of her head. Then he led her over to one of the ratty chairs to sit down.
“I’m sorry, I’d offer you some water, but I don’t think I have any here. This place isn’t exactly equipped for human habitation.”
“Oh, uh, that’s ok,” Willow said. She had to shake her head to get it to catch up to what Angel had been saying.
“Let me get this straight,” she said. “You want me to help you?” Angel nodded smirking slightly. “To do what?”
“Sorry, I guess I got a little carried away there,” Angel said with a sheepish grin. “I need you to help me first to get Spike out of Giles’ house. I don’t want him tied up like that, it isn’t right. Then, when I talk to him, we can figure out what to do with the Initiative. I’m still not thrilled with what they are doing.”
“Ok,” Willow said simply and smiled up at him. He returned the smile.
“Feel better now?” he asked eyeing her carefully.
“Yeah, you just, um, well confused me for a minute there. It made my head do a spin-y thing-y, kind of made me dizzy for a second,” Willow said blushing slightly at his scrutiny of her.
“So, when do you want to start?” Angel asked.
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TBC……..