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, 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: But of course.tendtend 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 13

Hours passed in which Willow was oblivious to everything around her except for the bodies in the kitchen. The sunlight streaming into the room only seemed to make the scene in front of her that much more unreal. She knew her parents were dead, she knew the doll and note were from Angelus and Spike, but she just didn’t believe it was possible. The reality of it wasn’t penetrating her mind, as if her brain synapses weren’t sending the right signals. Vaguely she tried to think of what her condition was. Willow thought it was more than just shock. She’d been in shock before and somehow this felt different.

The light from the morning sun made everything fuzzy and hazy, like looking through smoky glass or watching a TV with bad reception. Willow thought there was something she should be doing, someone she should be calling, but she couldn’t think of who or what that was.

I can't expect you to see
me when i'm not around
and my voice is destroyed
by confinement of sound

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“I’m getting bloody sick of waiting,” Spike said, as he paced once more from one wall to the other. Spike had never been patient…for anything. He took what he wanted when he wanted it. That was what he loved most about being a vampire…never being denied anything. If he wanted it, he made it his. That was that. Now, Angelus was sitting there calm as could be telling him he only needed to wait ‘just a little longer’. ‘Sod that!’ Spike thought, tossing another cigarette to the ground. He’d started chain-smoking as soon as he had awakened earlier that afternoon. He wanted night to come…he wanted Willow.

“These things take time Spike, and if you can’t deal with that then leave,” Angelus said, standing up and walking right into Spike’s path. They stared at each other for a moment before Spike walked around him and resumed his pacing.

“Fine, but I still don’t like it,” Spike said in a huff.

Spike thought for sure that their spicy little redhead was ready for them, waiting for them right now. He wanted to taste her again, taste her blood, her body, and her fear. It was a heady mixture for sure and once he’d had a taste, he had known he would crave it for the rest of his unlife. And here was Angelus, dangling this lovely treat in front of him, just out of reach.

“No one said you had to like it boy,” Angelus said, sitting back down on one of his chairs. “You just have to accept it. It will be soon enough that we will have Willow chained up and begging for us.”

“So, why don’t we just go get the chit and chain her up now?!” Spike argued. “Between the two of us we could have her begging within the bloody hour.”

“I don’t want to force her. I want her to come to us. Don’t you get it by now Spike-y?” Angelus said, using his hated nickname. “I want her to know that we are the only ones she has to turn to, that no one else wants her, or will have anything to do with her. Once she turns to us, then she will never leave us, never try to hurt us because we will be all that she has left. Did I teach you nothing?”

“Yeah, you taught me not to fuck the Slayer,” Spike said derisively.

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“Where is she?” Xander asked a haggard-looking Giles. It was early evening, and still no word from Willow. “She never misses school. Well, except for the day that Cordelia died…but that was two days ago. We all missed school that day.”

Xander was worried about his friend; it just wasn’t like Willow to miss school and not let anyone know why. Oz hadn’t said anything, but had nodded his agreement that it wasn’t like Willow. Xander was still depressed over his girlfriend’s death, having been the one to find her behind the school by some bushes, but Willow had been so nice to him, reassuring him that it wasn’t his fault.

The note he’d found that morning stuffed in the door to his basement room was confusing and just added to his worry over Willow. The note didn’t make any sense to him. Xander didn’t see why Willow would apologize for Cordelia’s death, saying it was all her fault for not telling them sooner. But tell them what sooner, she hadn’t said. Something felt off to Xander, but he couldn’t place it and he wasn’t sure if he should show the others Willow’s note. It explained nothing to him, and he was the one it was meant for, so it was likely it would mean nothing to Oz and Giles either.

“Have you tried calling her?” Giles asked, looking up from a book he was reading. There were no demons currently on the Hellmouth that had come to their attention, but he always tried to keep up and make mental notes of the different species, just in case. As a Watcher, he was taught that one could never have too much information.

“No answer,” Oz offered. He’d made a few calls himself when he hadn’t seen Willow at school.

“It is possible that she is not feeling well,” Giles said, trying to comfort the concerned teenagers. “She has been acting odd as of late. We will stop by on our patrols. There is a cemetery near by that could use a good sweep.”

Both Xander and Oz nodded their agreement, but neither one wanted to wait.

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i'm a human machine
laced with hidden disease
if the future is bleak
then you're connected to me

Willow had sat, unmoving, the entire night and day, leaving her drained and tired as night fell outside. It was finally beginning to sink in that her parents were dead, her only family outside of the Scoobies. The doll and note still lay untouched on the floor where they had dropped. Curiosity was getting the better of her, and the fading daylight was casting eerie shadows on everything.

Reaching out, Willow carefully undid the ruby brooch and took the small note. Unfolding it slowly she saw the elegant handwriting of Angelus.

You belong to us now. We are your only family.

‘He’s wrong’ Willow thought. ‘I’ve still got Xander, Oz, and Giles. And Buffy, if she were here.’

The note looked familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it. Willow vaguely remembered seeing something similar before, another note addressed to her in the same elegant handwriting. She tried thinking back over the past few days, trying to come up with why this note looked familiar, other then it being on the same paper she had seen Angelus’ hand-drawn picture of Buffy sleeping. This memory was newer then that, more recent. Last night she had come home to find her parents dead, after having been violated by Angelus and Spike. She had been going to tell her friends something…but what. Willow just couldn’t remember. Too many things had happened to bring her so much pain, it was choking her up, and she had to work hard to focus on facts and not her emotions.

There was her parent’s death, Cordelia’s death, Spike and Angelus raping her…then nothing. Something was missing in her memory, Willow could tell. There was something about a crystal…Spike and Angelus had been keeping it as a ransom of sorts. But that was all her mind could come up with…nothing more. It frustrated her.

Willow picked up the doll and threw it across the room. She began grabbing anything and everything around her, flinging it haphazardly in her rage.

“They can’t do this!” Willow yelled to the corpses of her parents. “Why? Why did they do this to me? What did I do?”

Dishes broke against the wall and glasses shattered on the floor as she threw them. The unfairness of it all, the utter incomprehensibility and complete horror of everything had finally gotten to her. She just couldn’t take it anymore and set to destroying anything she could get her hands on…only because she couldn’t lash out at who she really wanted to destroy. Angelus and Spike.

“Redecorating, Pet?” Spike asked, standing just outside Willow’s back door.

Screaming in fright, Willow spun around to see the objects of her hate standing nonchalantly in the doorway of her house. Yelling again, Willow grabbed the vase off the small table in the kitchen and heaved it at Spike.

Ducking, Spike said, “That’s not how you treat houseguests. Someone should teach you a bit of manners.”

“Your not houseguests!” Willow yelled, throwing the salt and pepper shakers at both Spike and Angelus. “Leave me alone!”

“No,” Angelus said simply. He walked through the threshold of her house and was rewarded with Willow’s shocked expression.

“How? What?” Willow asked incoherently. She watched as Spmotimotioned to her parents’ corpses. Understanding dawned on Willow. She should have known. She hadn’t even thought about them being in the house. Her rage, her confusion, her grief, it had all clouded her mind and made her unable to think, unable to recognize that her own home was no longer safe from the deadly duo that now stood in her kitchen.

Angelus took a step towards Willow and was pleased when she didn’t step back. Looking her over, he could see that she still held his note crumpled in her fist. She’d read it, he could tell by the look on her face…the realization that she was truly theirs, that they had seen to it.

“Come Willow,” Angelus said. He wanted her to come to him. He wanted her capitulation. The victory over her would mean so much more to him if she came voluntarily.

Spike looked on with eager anticipation. While he would rather just grab her and go, he let Angelus have his bit of fun. The sooner she gave up, the sooner they could have her back at the mansion and chained to a bed. Spike took a moment to imagine her under him, screaming his name.

“Willow?” a voice called from the front room.

“Bloody hell,” Spike said, recognizing the voice as being that of the Watcher.

“Willow, are you…,” Giles started to say, but trailed off when he came to the kitchen. Xander and Oz bumped into the back of Giles as he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Hey G-man, what gives?” Xander asked. An ‘O’ of surprise formed on his face when he looked up to see Angelus and Spike in Willow’s kitchen.

“Let’s take this outside, shall we?” Angelus said. Before anyone had time to react, he grabbed Willow, dragging her outside were five of his minions were waiting for them.

“Don’t let her go,” Angelus said to a minion as he handed Willow over to him. “If you do, you’ll beg for death.”

Giles, Oz, and Xander quickly followed Spike and Angelus, weapons in hand. They realized their mistake too late as the other four minions came around to circle them, cutting off their escape. They stood back to back, waiting for one of the vampires to attack. One minion was overzealous, launched himself at Giles, and found himself on the wrong side of a stake. Giles watched the minion turn to dust before looking up at Angelus.

“What do you want?” Giles asked.

Angelus gave a shout of laughter before he said, “Nothing much really. Endless nights, constant supply of blood…Willow.”