Flesh Into Gear

Title: Flesh Into Gear
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Aus/S/W
Summary: Drusilla has been killed by none other then Willow. What will Angelus and Spike do when they find out?
Disclaimer: I, unfortuny, oy, own none of the characters; they belong to Joss and Co. I’m just borrowing them for my sick and twisted pleasure. The title was taken from the song ‘Flesh Into Gear’ by CKY (Camp Kill Yourself), along with the lyrics.
Distribution: If I posted it to your list…well then I guess you can have it. Otherwise, just drop me a line…I’m sure to say yes.
Feedback: But of course. I tend to really, really like the stuff. It’s almost an obsession. Claudia_6913@hotmail.com

A/N: Thanks to Gabrielle for yet another wonderful challenge and for all of the input for this fic. You are the best! The title was taken from the song ‘Flesh Into Gear’ by CKY (Camp Kill Yourself), along with the lyrics.

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Chapter 11

Silence was the only thing that met Spike’s cruel and lievlievable words. Willow felt like the earth had just dropped out from underneath her. The world swam before her eyes, blurring the two vampires in her sight.

“No, you did ask,” Willow said softly, thig bag back. Her pain and stress made it hard to focus, her mind coming up with nothing concrete.

“We didn’t, Little One,” Angelus said smiling. He was enjoying this almost as much as he had enjoyed her. “Well, not in so many words…”

“Nope, Luv, you just acted on what you thought we wanted,” Spike said. “Bloody thoughtful of you, Red.”

It was just too much, too much pain, and too confusing. She hadn’t done a thing for them. They’d taken what they wanted now now they wanted more. ‘Greedy, evil vampires,’ she thought. Willow was disoriented and didn’t know if she was standing, sitting, or lying down. Now…now…they wanted something more from her. As if her body, her virginity, and her blood were not enough. She didn’t have a choice though, and she knew it. They had her crystal.

Angelus watched, pleased, as the obvious signs of defeat showed on Willow’s features. He felt they were close to breaking her, only a few more layers left to rub and peel away. Looking at Spike, he could tell the younger vampire was aware of that fact too. Angelus was eager to move on to what they had planned next. Spike’s idea earlier had been pure genius and something he would be proud of…later. But for now, he concentrated on Willow.

“Right, shall we get going?” Angelus asked. “We don’t want to be late.”

Spike moved over to Willow and just laughed when she shrank away from him. He grabbed her upper arm and dragged Willow to her unsteady feet. She had his duster wrapped around her, but it fell to the ground when they took a step. They stopped and Spike picked up the duster, shoving her arms through it, and buttoning a few buttons. Then, they started walking again.

The quick pace Angelus had set for them was wearing her out. She was still unsteady on her feet and stumbled often. Willow didn’t know where they were headed and was afraid to ask, her jaw still stinging from the backhand earlier.

Willow hated being unsure of where they were going. Spike’s grip on her arm hadn’t loosened and she was rapidly losing feeling in it. Finally, peering around them, Willow recognized where they were…the Crawford St. Mansion. A shiver ran through her body at the sight of it.

Spike laughed and said, “It’s not the house you should be scared of, Pet.”

This was not where she wanted to be. Willow knew the mansion itself couldn’t hurt her, but it was the inhabitants, the ones with her, that tore through her defenses and made her want to hide. Willow also wanted to know why they were bringing her here, of all places. Had it something to do with the ‘favor’ she would do for them? God, she hoped not.

a traitor's embrace
how foolish how wrong
contained in one place
anxiety spawns

The three of them walked swiftly into the stone house. Willow was still being supported by Spike. Angelus stopped just outside of a cd dod door. Spike had spent hours in there, crying and mourning for his lost love. He, however, had not set foot in his Childe’s room since that fateful night. Angelus had sworn an oath to himself that he would not return to that room without the person who had killed her. While Willow was not there to stay yet, they wanted her to see this unchanged room.

The tension was thick and Willow’s mouth went dry. Something sficaficant was happening; however, with the events of that night still preying on her mind, Willow was unaware. She wished they would just get on with it already so she could get her necklace and leave.

Spike looked on with anticipation, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. This was much better then their original plan and Spike itched to get on with it. He wondered how their girl would react to what she saw and later to what they would have her do.

Finally, Angelus opened the door to the room and motioned for Willow to go in first. Spike had to give her a shove to get her to move, and she almost fell. The two vampires watched eagerly as Willow made her way inside.

The room was dark with no windows that she could see. Fabric seemed to hang from everything, the bedposts, the walls, and the ceiling. There were varying shades of red and gold contrasted only slightly by the ever-present black. The bed itself was huge and made of a dark cherry wood and filled with pillows that matched the rest of the room. Everything looked old…but not. It was only old in the fashionably new way they have now of aging things.

Taking another step in, Willow could see the entire room. She saw chains hanging to the right side of the bed, near a fireplace that looked used, but not recently. Looking towards the dresser, she gasped. Dolls…everywhere, on every available surface. Some were old and worn; their dresses tattered, while others looked new. A few were dismembered, the parts lying on the floor by the dresser. An armoire to the right of the dresser lay open and Willow could see the skirts of dresses showing from behind the doors.

Spike and Angelus watched silently from the doorway of the room. They wanted to see Willow’s reaction when she figured out whose room it had once been, and whose room it would soon become.

Willow saw it all now, the room, the dolls, the chains, and the two vampires watching her clo. I. It was all set up for her. To show her the part of Drusilla she hadn’t known. Not the vampire, no, Willow knew all too well that part of her, but the child-like Victorian woman she had once been. The only thinglow low couldn’t figure out was why. She didn’t believe they were going to kill her, well, not kill her and leave her dead at least. Would they turn her? Keep her as a pet? What? Willow, unfortunately didn’t have the answers and she knew just by looking at them that Spike and Angelus wouldn’t ther.her.

“Pick out a dress,” Angelus said, finally stepping into the room. He looked around, grateful that Spike had not torn the place apart in his grief.

Willow looked between him and the armoire before saying, “They won’t fit me.” Her voice came out horse and raspy and she fought the urge to beg for water.

“Not for you,” he said, before turning to Spike. “Go find our Willow some clothes.”

“But-“ Willow tried to say, but Angelus cut her off.

“Pick. Out. A. Dress,” he intoned sternly.

Walking backwards, not wanting to turn her back on the vampire she had just crossed, Willow went to the armoire and reached in, pulling out the first thing she grabbed. Then, slowly, she handed him the dress. At that same moment, Spike flung clothes at her, catching her off guard so that they fell around her.

“Get dressed,” Angelus said, and then walked out of the room with the dress. Spike howevlinglingered on, leaning on the doorjamb, waiting for Willow.

Willow picked up the clothes once Angelus had left and looked over what Spike had thrown at her. They looked like nothing more then pieces of cloth, small, and looked s if they would hardly cover enough of her to be decent, and even that was a stretch. She looked up questioningly at Spike, but decided not to say anything after the look he gave her. He’d known she wouldn’t like them, that was probably why he picked them out. Picking up the skirt, Willow held it up and shook her head, then laid it on the bed next to her. She began to unbutton the leather jacket, then remembered that Spike was there…watching.

“Could you…?” Willow asked, trailing off as she spun her finger around, indicating he should turn around and give her some priva Spi Spike just shook his head no and lit a cigarette, looking for all the world as if he was settling in to watch the show…, which he was.

Sighing, Willow turned around and tried to shimmy her way into the too tight, too short skirt. It was black suede and Willow could tell by the draft that it just barely covered anything. Grabbing the top, she worked her arms out of the duster and quickly slid the satiny material down over her naked flesh. Looking down, Willow felt, and looked, like a hooker. She decided to button the duster back up and turned to face Spike.

“I’m ready,” she whispered. Her throat hurt, but she would put up with it if it would get her home sooner. No doubt, she would end up having to do another ‘favor’ for just a glass of water.

Spike motioned for her to come with him and turned to leave. Willow slowly walked up to him and followed. Quickly, Spike spun around to face her, startling hnd mnd making her heart race in fear.

“Oh, the jacket, Pet,” Spike said, smiling.onnaonna be needing that back now.”

‘The jacket?’ Willow thought. ‘But, that’s all that’s keeping me from being practically naked.’ The only thing that made her move to take it off was Spike reaching down to remove it for her. Once it was off, she hugged it close to her, trying to cover up what she could, or at least, what the clothes didn’t.

“Nice try,” Spike said, grabbing the duster from her clutches and put it on. “Now, come on with you. Don’t want to keep Angelus waiting.”

Spike walked off, leaving Willow hugging her sides. She wanted to cry, wanted to scream and rage at the unfairness of it all, but she knew it would do no good…not with them. So, with a heavy heart and tears in her eyes, Willow followed Spike, keeping her head down.

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They had walked for a while now, not seeming to go in any one particular direction. Willow walked behind them through trees and grass, through y buy buildings and alleyways. It all started to look the same after a while. Spike was carrying a black garment bag that Willow assumed had the dress she had picked out earlier in. She was cold now, in the middle of the night and wearing practically nothing. Her body was shivering and her teeth chattered loudly in the silence.

Finally, Angelus moed fed for them to stop behind some rather large bushes. Willow tried to see what he was watching, but couldn’t. Looking around, she didn’t recognize the sparsely wooded area, but the building looked familiar. It should have, it was Sunnydale High School. Listening, Willow could hear voices, but could not make out who they belonged to.

unopened reowned
what's needed upscaled
digested inhaled
unwilling unwound

“Go, pick one, and bring them back here,” Angelus said, looking directly at Willow.

“Don’t try anything stupid,” Spike said, as he nudged her forward. “Remember, I’ve got your bauble.”

How could she forget? Walking forward, Willow saw that they were by the parking lot of the school, and her friends were walking towards the entrance. Stopping, a thought occurred to Willow…this was the day Cordelia died. ‘Oh God,’ Willow thought as she watched her best friends girlfriend look over at her. ‘No…no.’

Cordelia saw Willow, dressed…well, very un-Willow like and told everyone else to go in. She knew that the shy girl would probably not like everyone else to see her like that, knowing of course, that she definitely didn’t want Xander to see Willow like that. But, something was off about Willow, about the way she stared wide-eyed like a deer caught in headlights. It was disturbing, and not at all in character for Willow, so, Cordelia went to investigate. However, the closer she got, the more Willow shrank into herselfhen,hen, Willow started steppingkwarkwards, trying to get away from Cordelia. There was something in her eyes too…horror, shock and something else she couldn’t place.

“Willow?” Cordelia asked, reaching out to Willow.

“Nice one, Pet,” Spike said, coming out from behind the bush and looking over Cordelia.

“Yes,” Angelus agreed, also making his presence known.

“Willow?” Cordelia asked again, looking between the two vampires and Willow.

“I’m sorry,” Willow cried. “I’m so sorry! No! Please don’t…please don’t kill her.”

Willow watched through ar-inr-induced haze as Angelus grabbed Cordelia, sinking his fangs in. She barely registered the scream before Spike tossed the crystal back at her.

“There you go. There’s your bauble ,” S,” Spike said. He too turned and sank his fangs in.

Crying, Willow tried desperately to break the crystal, to leave this nightmare. Finally, on the third try, the crystal shattered in a bright flash and she again felt that heavy, unbreathable air surround her and whisk her back to own own time where Cordelia was still dead. In spite of her good intentionot oot only was Cordelia dead, this time she was directly to blame. Willow sobbed and sobbed until she couldn’t cry another tear.