Long Hard Road out of Hell
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Angel(us)/Willow
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
6,439
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1
Title: Long Hard Road Out of Hell
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/A
Summary: Willow has found Angel. This is a response to Gabrielle’s ‘Willow/Angel Challenge’ on NHA Forums.
Distribution: Vampyre Haven for now, I will post in other places later…when I have more written.
Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own the characters. Those are owned by Joss and Co. I seek no profit from the use of anything here.
Feedback: Of course! ghoztstarz@yahoo.com
Author’s Notes: The title was taken from the song ‘Long Hard Road Out of Hell’ by Marilyn Manson from the ‘Spawn’ soundtrack.
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Chapter 1
By some unknown force, the vortex that had expelled Angel had dropped him in the only shaded area of the immense living room. The draperies, which only hours ago had whipped about in the fury of the wind, lie motionless, obscuring what they can of the windows. He lies coiled in the small, shaded area, unconsciously aware of his boundaries. The demon inside of him recognizes the light as a threat. Nightmares wrack his mind, forcing cries of remembered pain from him.
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Willow has been up half the night, crying. Her eyes are swollen and red-rimmed as she looks in her mirror, the evidence of her ow mow making dirty streaks on her face where tears had once been. Wiping angrily at her face, she bends to clean off the dirt, not wanting to look in the mirror. The previous night’s conversation runs through her head, one phrase sticking with her. “It worked, Willow. Your spell worked.”
Fresh tears come to the surface. ‘He went to hell,’ Willow thinks. ‘He went to hell with his soul. All because of me!’ She really had no way of knowing, yet she blames herself all the more. No one could have predicted this outcome, least of all Willow. Questions race through her mind. Had she done the spell in time for Angel to be saved, or had it been too late? Did Xander give Buffy her message? Did Angel know what was goon? on? Too many questions and none of them leading to answers Willow wants to contemplate.
Nothing can make Willow go to school today. She is already an hour late and school is the furthest thing from her mind. Willow runs a bath, something relaxing to help soothe her torrent of emotions. Slipping into the scented water she contemplates heading over to the mansion. There is something about sitting in front of the massive stone fireplace that makes her feel closer to Angel.
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The walk up to the mansion is made without her having to think of where she is going. It is a path well-traveled by her feet, and they know the way. The sun shines high and bright in the sky, yet it doesn’t quite reach the entire shaded, stone house. The shadows sway and move with the trees, showing broken windows and stone. The aloofness of the house is apparent to Willow, today more then any other time she has come.
Willow stops at the stairs leading up to the broken front door, still bathed in the warm light of day. Bracing herself, she walks in. Today she knows the true story behind Angel’s death and she’s coming to face her part in it. Willow knows she contted,ted, no matter what Giles, Buffy, or Xander say. If only she had done better, if only she hadn’t been interrupted and knocked unconscious. So many ifs and not a one of them make a difference now. Taking a deep breath she walks through the broken doors.
“Angel?” her whispered voice asks, echoing through the bare room. Well, bare except for the naked vampire lying in a shadowed circle in the middle of the room. Willow is rooted to the spot, her mind racing. ‘How?’ she asks herself. So many possibilities make their way across her mind. ‘Did someone bring him back? Does anyone else know? How did he get here, and from where?’
The still form of Angel quivers in his unconscious state, startling Willow and making her gasp. Watching him closely she not his his muscles twitching and straining. Finally, she comes to the realization that he is naked and she is staring. Blushing, she looks away. After a few minutes she looks back at him and notices fading bruises and cuts all over his body.
Only one thing registers in Willow’s head at that moment…he is in need, and she wants to help him. Without thinking she runs out of the house and heads straight to Willy’s. The fact that she is purposely running into a demon bar is not lost on her. Angel needs blood however, and this is the only place she knows that supply’s it without question.
“Need…blood,” Willow asks, gasping for air.
Willy looks at her suspiciously then says, “You look like you’re human.”
“Not…for…me.”
“Sorry little girl. Paying customers only. How else is a guy supposed to make a living,” he says, turning to service another person.
“Look, I can pay alright?” Willow gasps, placing some money on the counter. “Give me whatever that covers.”
Willy quickly grabs the money from the counter and heads into the back to retrieve the blood. Willow had given him money enough for ten bags, but being the creep that he is he only grabs seven, bringing them back in a brown sack.
“Here ya go. Enjoy,” Willy says, going back to business.
Willow snatches the bag off the counter without saying anything. Taking off at full speed she runs to her house. First things first, she puts the blood in a cooler along with some ice. Then she grabs a blanket and heaack ack to the mansion. As she nears it, Willow slows her pace. Doubt crosses her mind. She isn’t sure if she saw what she thought she saw, and doesn’t want to walk in there and not see him. Now, more then ever, she needs Angel to be in there, and not still in Hell. With hopes that she wasn’t hallucinating, Willow steps into the house.
She exhales a breath that she didn’t know she was holding. Angel iill ill here, though in a slightly different position. The sound of mumbling and the stirring of small animals are the only sounds in the vast open area.
Walking over to the wooden bench, that until recently had been her seat day after day, she sets down the cooler full of blood. A blush creeps up her face as she turns and looks at Angel’s naked form. Quickly unfolding the blanket she steps closer cov covers him. He jumps slightly at the contact of something, but in his current state he can do nothing about it.
Feeling somewhat better, Willow sits on the bench, facing Angel instead of the empty fireplace for once. ‘Things happen for a reason,’ Willow thinks. ‘So, why and how has Angel come back?’
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/A
Summary: Willow has found Angel. This is a response to Gabrielle’s ‘Willow/Angel Challenge’ on NHA Forums.
Distribution: Vampyre Haven for now, I will post in other places later…when I have more written.
Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own the characters. Those are owned by Joss and Co. I seek no profit from the use of anything here.
Feedback: Of course! ghoztstarz@yahoo.com
Author’s Notes: The title was taken from the song ‘Long Hard Road Out of Hell’ by Marilyn Manson from the ‘Spawn’ soundtrack.
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Chapter 1
By some unknown force, the vortex that had expelled Angel had dropped him in the only shaded area of the immense living room. The draperies, which only hours ago had whipped about in the fury of the wind, lie motionless, obscuring what they can of the windows. He lies coiled in the small, shaded area, unconsciously aware of his boundaries. The demon inside of him recognizes the light as a threat. Nightmares wrack his mind, forcing cries of remembered pain from him.
----------
Willow has been up half the night, crying. Her eyes are swollen and red-rimmed as she looks in her mirror, the evidence of her ow mow making dirty streaks on her face where tears had once been. Wiping angrily at her face, she bends to clean off the dirt, not wanting to look in the mirror. The previous night’s conversation runs through her head, one phrase sticking with her. “It worked, Willow. Your spell worked.”
Fresh tears come to the surface. ‘He went to hell,’ Willow thinks. ‘He went to hell with his soul. All because of me!’ She really had no way of knowing, yet she blames herself all the more. No one could have predicted this outcome, least of all Willow. Questions race through her mind. Had she done the spell in time for Angel to be saved, or had it been too late? Did Xander give Buffy her message? Did Angel know what was goon? on? Too many questions and none of them leading to answers Willow wants to contemplate.
Nothing can make Willow go to school today. She is already an hour late and school is the furthest thing from her mind. Willow runs a bath, something relaxing to help soothe her torrent of emotions. Slipping into the scented water she contemplates heading over to the mansion. There is something about sitting in front of the massive stone fireplace that makes her feel closer to Angel.
----------
The walk up to the mansion is made without her having to think of where she is going. It is a path well-traveled by her feet, and they know the way. The sun shines high and bright in the sky, yet it doesn’t quite reach the entire shaded, stone house. The shadows sway and move with the trees, showing broken windows and stone. The aloofness of the house is apparent to Willow, today more then any other time she has come.
Willow stops at the stairs leading up to the broken front door, still bathed in the warm light of day. Bracing herself, she walks in. Today she knows the true story behind Angel’s death and she’s coming to face her part in it. Willow knows she contted,ted, no matter what Giles, Buffy, or Xander say. If only she had done better, if only she hadn’t been interrupted and knocked unconscious. So many ifs and not a one of them make a difference now. Taking a deep breath she walks through the broken doors.
“Angel?” her whispered voice asks, echoing through the bare room. Well, bare except for the naked vampire lying in a shadowed circle in the middle of the room. Willow is rooted to the spot, her mind racing. ‘How?’ she asks herself. So many possibilities make their way across her mind. ‘Did someone bring him back? Does anyone else know? How did he get here, and from where?’
The still form of Angel quivers in his unconscious state, startling Willow and making her gasp. Watching him closely she not his his muscles twitching and straining. Finally, she comes to the realization that he is naked and she is staring. Blushing, she looks away. After a few minutes she looks back at him and notices fading bruises and cuts all over his body.
Only one thing registers in Willow’s head at that moment…he is in need, and she wants to help him. Without thinking she runs out of the house and heads straight to Willy’s. The fact that she is purposely running into a demon bar is not lost on her. Angel needs blood however, and this is the only place she knows that supply’s it without question.
“Need…blood,” Willow asks, gasping for air.
Willy looks at her suspiciously then says, “You look like you’re human.”
“Not…for…me.”
“Sorry little girl. Paying customers only. How else is a guy supposed to make a living,” he says, turning to service another person.
“Look, I can pay alright?” Willow gasps, placing some money on the counter. “Give me whatever that covers.”
Willy quickly grabs the money from the counter and heads into the back to retrieve the blood. Willow had given him money enough for ten bags, but being the creep that he is he only grabs seven, bringing them back in a brown sack.
“Here ya go. Enjoy,” Willy says, going back to business.
Willow snatches the bag off the counter without saying anything. Taking off at full speed she runs to her house. First things first, she puts the blood in a cooler along with some ice. Then she grabs a blanket and heaack ack to the mansion. As she nears it, Willow slows her pace. Doubt crosses her mind. She isn’t sure if she saw what she thought she saw, and doesn’t want to walk in there and not see him. Now, more then ever, she needs Angel to be in there, and not still in Hell. With hopes that she wasn’t hallucinating, Willow steps into the house.
She exhales a breath that she didn’t know she was holding. Angel iill ill here, though in a slightly different position. The sound of mumbling and the stirring of small animals are the only sounds in the vast open area.
Walking over to the wooden bench, that until recently had been her seat day after day, she sets down the cooler full of blood. A blush creeps up her face as she turns and looks at Angel’s naked form. Quickly unfolding the blanket she steps closer cov covers him. He jumps slightly at the contact of something, but in his current state he can do nothing about it.
Feeling somewhat better, Willow sits on the bench, facing Angel instead of the empty fireplace for once. ‘Things happen for a reason,’ Willow thinks. ‘So, why and how has Angel come back?’