Flesh Into Gear
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Adult +
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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, unfortunately, 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: Bu cou 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 12
The second gift for their Willow would be their crowning glory. It would show her that she had no one and nothing but them. Angelus and Spike strode through the various alleyways, parks, and deserted streets of Sunnydale. Earlier, they had seen a flash of light through Willow’s darkened window and cursed her. She had given them quite a shock; at first they thought that she had done the re-ensoulment spell. When they had established that Angelus had not reverted to his whiny, prissy, and brooding counterpart, they swung into action.
They had grabbed the dress that had been laid out in the living room of the mansion earlier before they set out to teach their girl a lesson, to remind her not to cross them. Their plan was fairly simple, but it would be more then effective, they thought.
After the flash of light, Spike and Angelus had heard the phone ringing and they waited for Willow to answer it, planning to listen in. However, the answering machine picked up and they learned that later she would have an unexpected visitor. Well, make that four unexpected visitors, including the two vampires.
As Spike and Angelus strode confidently through the streets, they eyed other victims for later, after Willow’s gift. There was a young couple in the park kissing and smiling sweetly at each other. It churned Angelus’ stomach to see them, the blonde girl and the dark-haired male. It was too reminiscent of his souled counterpart and the Slayer. He wanted to tear the couple apart to wipe the vision from his mind. He watched in wonder as the young lovers seemed to pass out right before his eyes and he followed, slipping into unconsciousness.
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flesh into gear
myself appears dissected and pretentious
a simple sound a heavy side
She couldn’t move and the world wouldn’t stop moving and undulating under her. Willow hoped she was safe in her house, but she couldn’t open her eyes to see for fear she would be sick. Slowly, she tried to regulate her breathing and calm her heart rate. The tears had abated, but they left her eyes sore and her throat constricted. Finally, she felt well enough to open her eyes, and what she saw brought a fresh burst of sobs.
Willow was not at home like she had hoped, but right by the bushes she had been at a little over a day ago. Her heart sank. Not only was she about a mile away from her house, but it was still dark out. It looked to be early, early morning by the placement of the moon overhead. It would take her a while to walk home, especially in her condition. She could feel every muscle in her body, each one aching with its own pain, and each demanding her attention.
Sitting up, Willow saw that she was still dressed in the trashy outfit Spike had picked out for her. She knew she couldn’t walk home like that, in those clothes, and without any type of weapon. Slowly Willow managed to get to her feet, teetering a bit, but standing. Willow looked around before heading to the school. She knew that the library had weapons and she thought she could grab some spare clothes from the exercise-wear Buffy kept there for training sessions. Willow made her way into the school. The sooner she left the sooner she could get home…and collapse.
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“Bloody hell,” Spike groaned, waking up prone on the ground. He looked around and saw that Angelus too had fallen down.
“What happened?” Angel asked, with a growl. He didn’t like being taken off-guard, and the fact that both he and Spike were laying on the ground meant only one thing…someone would pay.
“Don’t know, mate,” Spike said, standing up and offered a hand to help Angelus up. When Angelus ignored the hand, he just shrugged and lit up a cigarette.
“What do you think the odds are that our girl had something to do with this?” Spike asked, eyeing Angelus for his reaction.
“We’ll find out,” was all that Angelus said as he got up and strode purposefully towards Willow’s house. Her meddling magick would come to an end once she was theirs, he’d see to that. He didn’t like being rendered unconscious. Smiling, Angelus remembered how frightened she had looked right before he shoved his cock into her for the first time.
Her fear, her virginity, her blood…it had all called to him and he answered it, with open mouth and willing fangs.
“So, are we going to take her home tonight?” Spike asked. He wanted to get their girl where he could have access to her at all hours of the day and night. The small taste he’d had of her the other night wasn’t enough to satisfy him. He wanted more; he wanted her to scream his name in pain and ecstasy.
“Maybe,” Angelus said vaguely. He wanted to make sure she was ready for them, submissive to them, and totally without hope of ever being saved.
Within a short time, they arrived at Willow’s house, finding a car parked outside. They watched as a couple got out of the vehicle. Angelus and Spike ducked into the shadows, out of sight, and watched as the couple went into the house. Angelus looked over to Spike and he saw the expectant gleam in his eyes. He leaned down to speak softly to the younger vampire, filling him in on his new plan.
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could win the whole world over
you live in fear of being someone that you didn't want to
i realize your insecurity will get the best of you
Shelia and Ira Rosenberg had just gotten back from a conference and were surprisedfindfind the house empty when they’d entered; they had thought for sure that Willow would be home. It was a school night after all. Shrugging, Ira took their suitcases up the stairs to separate the dirty garments so that they could be washed and to repack the suitcases with fresh clothes . They had another conference in New York the day after tomorrow and needed to leave for the airport early tomorrow afternoon. Ira heard a knock at the front door and listened as his wife went to go answer it.
“May I help you?” Shelia asked the two young gentlemen on her doorstep. It was late, but she knew that Willow helped her friends, sometimes late at night. She was pleased to see that it wasn’t that Bunny girl. There was just something about her that Shelia didn’t like.
“I’m sorry to bother you ma’am, but is Willow here?” Angelus asked innocently.
“No, I’m sorry…um...,” Shelia said, trailing off as she tried to put a name with the face. They were obviously friends of her daughter's, but she didn’t think she’d seen them before.
“Liam, ma’am,” Angelus said, smiling sweetly.
“Oh, Liam. No, Willow’s not here. Is there anything I can help you with?”
“See mate, told you she wouldn’t be here,” Spike said, playing along. They both knew Willow wasn’t there the second the woman opened the door. They would have been able to smell her, smell their marks on her.
“I’m sorry, but why do you need Willow?” Shelia asked. Whenever she came home, she always tried to find out what Willow had been doing while she’d been away, without asking her outright. She knew from the books that children Willow’s age didn’t like to tell their parents anything, feeling that they were old enough at that age to make their own decisions. Besides, Shelia felt that she’d raised a smart child.
“My apologies,” Angelus said. “Willow was supposed to help William and I with our homework. He’s a British Exchange student who lives with me. I've done my best to help him get caught up in our classes, but unfortunately I’m not the best at math.”
“Yeah, see, she said she’d meet us at Liam's house ‘bout an hour ago. And she usually isn’t late. So we got worried and came here,” Spike said, keeping up the act.
“Oh, I see. Well, I don’t know when she will be back, but it can’t be too much longer. Would you boys like to come in and wait for her?” Shelia asked, stepping aside for them to enter.
“Thank you,” Angelus said, grinning broadly. He heard Spike snicker behind him.
“Your welcome. Would you like anything to drink?”
“Actually, I am feeling a bit peckish,” Spike said, slipping into his true features. Shelia screamed and Spike just laughed at her.
“Get the man,” Angelus said, turning yellow-gold eyes on Shelia. “This one is mine.”
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The walk back to her house seemed to be taking forever. Willow had been able to change into some of Buffy’s training clothes, and even stopped off in the girl’s bathroom to clean up a bit. She hadn’t known the wound on her neck was still seeping blood until she looked in the mirror. Every part of her body hurt and so it was hard to pinpoint any specific pain.
After she had cleaned up some, Willow went back into the library and grabbed two stakes, sliding one into her waistband, two crosses, one of which hung around her neck, and three vials of holy water. Holding onto one of the crosses and one of the stakes, Willow warily made her way back to her house.
Every noise seemed amplified in her weakened and tired state. Willow thought for sure she would have a heart attack before she got home with the rate her heart kept beating. All the shadows seemed to move towards her, preparing to attack her. She thought it best to keep to well-lighted areas, but she was finding that to be a rather difficult task. ‘You would think this place would be lit up like a Christmas tree with as many murders as they have around here,’ Willow thought, trying to keep her mind occupied. ‘Even if they don’t know what goes ‘bump’ in the night.’
Finally, after a weary half-hour of walking, taking the long way home, Willow found herself on her street. She was surprised to see her parents' car sitting in their driveway and picked up her pace. Her parents were just who she needed right now. She needed to fall into someone’s arms and let them chase the darkness away. She needed to be held and coddled, she needed comforting. While Willow knew her parents hadn’t always been there for her, it seemed a sign to Willow that her parents were home tonight of all nights. Even if she couldn’t tell them everything that had happened, she could still weep in the comfort of her mothers arms and in the safety of her own home.
The stairs worked against Willow as she trudged up them. Opening the door, she was a little disconcerted to find the door unlocked, but shrugged it off, thinking her parents were waiting up for her, if the light in the kitchen was any indication.
“Mom? Dad?” Willow called out. When no one answered, she went in search of them. She was thankful that she had thought to clean up a bit and change clothes before she made her way home. She could almost hear what her mother would say about her outfit had she come dressed as scantily as she had been.
Walking into the kitchen, Willow smiled. Her father sat at the breakfast nook, holding up the previous morning’s newspaper that Willow had brought in, but never looked at. Her mother, well, she looked beautiful to Willow. The dress she had on was black with a bit of green lace and velvet highlighting it in just the right places. Her mother’s reddish-brown hair was swept up to lie in loose curls on top of her head. Willow thought that maybe her parents were going to a party, or had just gotten back from some gala.
“Mom, oh, it’s so good to have you home,” Willow said, tears already streaming down her face as she went to go hug her mother from behind.
The stiff coldness of her mother’s body brought Willow up short and she choked on her breath. Moving around to look more closely, Willow could see the ashen grayness of her mother’s skin. Willow looked to her father, whom she could see around the newspaper now, and saw what she didn’t want to see.
Vampire bites, on both of their necks.
“No,” Willow said, backing away. The entire scene was gruesome in its detail, tlowllowly cooling cup of coffee that her father always had after a certain time sitting by his arm, the paper that was held up by some unknown means.
In her haste to get away, Willow knocked into her mother’s chair and she watched wide-eyed as a doll fell to the floor. She couldn’t focus on it, the tears getting in the way. Willow stomach lurched and bile rose high in her throat. Running to the sink, Willow threw up. She’d had nothing in her stomach and it made the burn of the acid that much worse.
Turning around, pale and shaking with a thin film of sweat on her cold skin, Willow looked down at the doll. She saw that there was a small note pinned to it with a small stone. It looked to be a ruby in the shape of a teardrop.
Willow slumped to the floor, not having the energy to keep herself upright and just stared at the doll. She knew who it was from, she knew what it was about, and she wanted nothing more than to join her parents in oblivion.
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, unfortunately, 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: Bu cou 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 12
The second gift for their Willow would be their crowning glory. It would show her that she had no one and nothing but them. Angelus and Spike strode through the various alleyways, parks, and deserted streets of Sunnydale. Earlier, they had seen a flash of light through Willow’s darkened window and cursed her. She had given them quite a shock; at first they thought that she had done the re-ensoulment spell. When they had established that Angelus had not reverted to his whiny, prissy, and brooding counterpart, they swung into action.
They had grabbed the dress that had been laid out in the living room of the mansion earlier before they set out to teach their girl a lesson, to remind her not to cross them. Their plan was fairly simple, but it would be more then effective, they thought.
After the flash of light, Spike and Angelus had heard the phone ringing and they waited for Willow to answer it, planning to listen in. However, the answering machine picked up and they learned that later she would have an unexpected visitor. Well, make that four unexpected visitors, including the two vampires.
As Spike and Angelus strode confidently through the streets, they eyed other victims for later, after Willow’s gift. There was a young couple in the park kissing and smiling sweetly at each other. It churned Angelus’ stomach to see them, the blonde girl and the dark-haired male. It was too reminiscent of his souled counterpart and the Slayer. He wanted to tear the couple apart to wipe the vision from his mind. He watched in wonder as the young lovers seemed to pass out right before his eyes and he followed, slipping into unconsciousness.
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flesh into gear
myself appears dissected and pretentious
a simple sound a heavy side
She couldn’t move and the world wouldn’t stop moving and undulating under her. Willow hoped she was safe in her house, but she couldn’t open her eyes to see for fear she would be sick. Slowly, she tried to regulate her breathing and calm her heart rate. The tears had abated, but they left her eyes sore and her throat constricted. Finally, she felt well enough to open her eyes, and what she saw brought a fresh burst of sobs.
Willow was not at home like she had hoped, but right by the bushes she had been at a little over a day ago. Her heart sank. Not only was she about a mile away from her house, but it was still dark out. It looked to be early, early morning by the placement of the moon overhead. It would take her a while to walk home, especially in her condition. She could feel every muscle in her body, each one aching with its own pain, and each demanding her attention.
Sitting up, Willow saw that she was still dressed in the trashy outfit Spike had picked out for her. She knew she couldn’t walk home like that, in those clothes, and without any type of weapon. Slowly Willow managed to get to her feet, teetering a bit, but standing. Willow looked around before heading to the school. She knew that the library had weapons and she thought she could grab some spare clothes from the exercise-wear Buffy kept there for training sessions. Willow made her way into the school. The sooner she left the sooner she could get home…and collapse.
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“Bloody hell,” Spike groaned, waking up prone on the ground. He looked around and saw that Angelus too had fallen down.
“What happened?” Angel asked, with a growl. He didn’t like being taken off-guard, and the fact that both he and Spike were laying on the ground meant only one thing…someone would pay.
“Don’t know, mate,” Spike said, standing up and offered a hand to help Angelus up. When Angelus ignored the hand, he just shrugged and lit up a cigarette.
“What do you think the odds are that our girl had something to do with this?” Spike asked, eyeing Angelus for his reaction.
“We’ll find out,” was all that Angelus said as he got up and strode purposefully towards Willow’s house. Her meddling magick would come to an end once she was theirs, he’d see to that. He didn’t like being rendered unconscious. Smiling, Angelus remembered how frightened she had looked right before he shoved his cock into her for the first time.
Her fear, her virginity, her blood…it had all called to him and he answered it, with open mouth and willing fangs.
“So, are we going to take her home tonight?” Spike asked. He wanted to get their girl where he could have access to her at all hours of the day and night. The small taste he’d had of her the other night wasn’t enough to satisfy him. He wanted more; he wanted her to scream his name in pain and ecstasy.
“Maybe,” Angelus said vaguely. He wanted to make sure she was ready for them, submissive to them, and totally without hope of ever being saved.
Within a short time, they arrived at Willow’s house, finding a car parked outside. They watched as a couple got out of the vehicle. Angelus and Spike ducked into the shadows, out of sight, and watched as the couple went into the house. Angelus looked over to Spike and he saw the expectant gleam in his eyes. He leaned down to speak softly to the younger vampire, filling him in on his new plan.
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could win the whole world over
you live in fear of being someone that you didn't want to
i realize your insecurity will get the best of you
Shelia and Ira Rosenberg had just gotten back from a conference and were surprisedfindfind the house empty when they’d entered; they had thought for sure that Willow would be home. It was a school night after all. Shrugging, Ira took their suitcases up the stairs to separate the dirty garments so that they could be washed and to repack the suitcases with fresh clothes . They had another conference in New York the day after tomorrow and needed to leave for the airport early tomorrow afternoon. Ira heard a knock at the front door and listened as his wife went to go answer it.
“May I help you?” Shelia asked the two young gentlemen on her doorstep. It was late, but she knew that Willow helped her friends, sometimes late at night. She was pleased to see that it wasn’t that Bunny girl. There was just something about her that Shelia didn’t like.
“I’m sorry to bother you ma’am, but is Willow here?” Angelus asked innocently.
“No, I’m sorry…um...,” Shelia said, trailing off as she tried to put a name with the face. They were obviously friends of her daughter's, but she didn’t think she’d seen them before.
“Liam, ma’am,” Angelus said, smiling sweetly.
“Oh, Liam. No, Willow’s not here. Is there anything I can help you with?”
“See mate, told you she wouldn’t be here,” Spike said, playing along. They both knew Willow wasn’t there the second the woman opened the door. They would have been able to smell her, smell their marks on her.
“I’m sorry, but why do you need Willow?” Shelia asked. Whenever she came home, she always tried to find out what Willow had been doing while she’d been away, without asking her outright. She knew from the books that children Willow’s age didn’t like to tell their parents anything, feeling that they were old enough at that age to make their own decisions. Besides, Shelia felt that she’d raised a smart child.
“My apologies,” Angelus said. “Willow was supposed to help William and I with our homework. He’s a British Exchange student who lives with me. I've done my best to help him get caught up in our classes, but unfortunately I’m not the best at math.”
“Yeah, see, she said she’d meet us at Liam's house ‘bout an hour ago. And she usually isn’t late. So we got worried and came here,” Spike said, keeping up the act.
“Oh, I see. Well, I don’t know when she will be back, but it can’t be too much longer. Would you boys like to come in and wait for her?” Shelia asked, stepping aside for them to enter.
“Thank you,” Angelus said, grinning broadly. He heard Spike snicker behind him.
“Your welcome. Would you like anything to drink?”
“Actually, I am feeling a bit peckish,” Spike said, slipping into his true features. Shelia screamed and Spike just laughed at her.
“Get the man,” Angelus said, turning yellow-gold eyes on Shelia. “This one is mine.”
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The walk back to her house seemed to be taking forever. Willow had been able to change into some of Buffy’s training clothes, and even stopped off in the girl’s bathroom to clean up a bit. She hadn’t known the wound on her neck was still seeping blood until she looked in the mirror. Every part of her body hurt and so it was hard to pinpoint any specific pain.
After she had cleaned up some, Willow went back into the library and grabbed two stakes, sliding one into her waistband, two crosses, one of which hung around her neck, and three vials of holy water. Holding onto one of the crosses and one of the stakes, Willow warily made her way back to her house.
Every noise seemed amplified in her weakened and tired state. Willow thought for sure she would have a heart attack before she got home with the rate her heart kept beating. All the shadows seemed to move towards her, preparing to attack her. She thought it best to keep to well-lighted areas, but she was finding that to be a rather difficult task. ‘You would think this place would be lit up like a Christmas tree with as many murders as they have around here,’ Willow thought, trying to keep her mind occupied. ‘Even if they don’t know what goes ‘bump’ in the night.’
Finally, after a weary half-hour of walking, taking the long way home, Willow found herself on her street. She was surprised to see her parents' car sitting in their driveway and picked up her pace. Her parents were just who she needed right now. She needed to fall into someone’s arms and let them chase the darkness away. She needed to be held and coddled, she needed comforting. While Willow knew her parents hadn’t always been there for her, it seemed a sign to Willow that her parents were home tonight of all nights. Even if she couldn’t tell them everything that had happened, she could still weep in the comfort of her mothers arms and in the safety of her own home.
The stairs worked against Willow as she trudged up them. Opening the door, she was a little disconcerted to find the door unlocked, but shrugged it off, thinking her parents were waiting up for her, if the light in the kitchen was any indication.
“Mom? Dad?” Willow called out. When no one answered, she went in search of them. She was thankful that she had thought to clean up a bit and change clothes before she made her way home. She could almost hear what her mother would say about her outfit had she come dressed as scantily as she had been.
Walking into the kitchen, Willow smiled. Her father sat at the breakfast nook, holding up the previous morning’s newspaper that Willow had brought in, but never looked at. Her mother, well, she looked beautiful to Willow. The dress she had on was black with a bit of green lace and velvet highlighting it in just the right places. Her mother’s reddish-brown hair was swept up to lie in loose curls on top of her head. Willow thought that maybe her parents were going to a party, or had just gotten back from some gala.
“Mom, oh, it’s so good to have you home,” Willow said, tears already streaming down her face as she went to go hug her mother from behind.
The stiff coldness of her mother’s body brought Willow up short and she choked on her breath. Moving around to look more closely, Willow could see the ashen grayness of her mother’s skin. Willow looked to her father, whom she could see around the newspaper now, and saw what she didn’t want to see.
Vampire bites, on both of their necks.
“No,” Willow said, backing away. The entire scene was gruesome in its detail, tlowllowly cooling cup of coffee that her father always had after a certain time sitting by his arm, the paper that was held up by some unknown means.
In her haste to get away, Willow knocked into her mother’s chair and she watched wide-eyed as a doll fell to the floor. She couldn’t focus on it, the tears getting in the way. Willow stomach lurched and bile rose high in her throat. Running to the sink, Willow threw up. She’d had nothing in her stomach and it made the burn of the acid that much worse.
Turning around, pale and shaking with a thin film of sweat on her cold skin, Willow looked down at the doll. She saw that there was a small note pinned to it with a small stone. It looked to be a ruby in the shape of a teardrop.
Willow slumped to the floor, not having the energy to keep herself upright and just stared at the doll. She knew who it was from, she knew what it was about, and she wanted nothing more than to join her parents in oblivion.