Flesh Into Gear
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Adult +
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Chapter 2
Title: Flesh Into Gear
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Aus/S/W
Summary: Spike and Angelus set off for a new Drusilla…and they find Willow. This story is AU after ‘Becoming Pt 2’,
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.
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: In this fic Drusilla is dead. 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)
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Chapter 2
The minion had not given Spike or Angelus any useful information. They still didn’t know who had finally gotten Drusilla, nor did they know who had survived, if anyone had. Therefore, they decided to pay the Scoobies a little visit. From what the minion had said, there had been two teenagers who could be alive.
They walked through Sunnydale in silence, each one lost in their own thoughts. Angelus wanted a confrontation with whoever had killed his Childe. ‘It wasn’t supposed to happen like that,’ he thought. ‘I’m her Sire. I’m the only one that is allowed to remove her from this world. She was my creation, my Childe, mine. How dare they think they can dust her and not think there would be repercussions?’ Angelus continued to fume as the approached the school.
Spike, like Angelus, was lost in his thoughts. He still couldn’t accept that she was gone. He expected to see her come dancing into a room in one of her beautiful flowing gowns and singing one of those old Victorian songs that never made sense to him, but which he loved just the same. He would miss those moments of blinding clarity whenever her eyes fell on him. ‘She didn’t bloody well deserve it,’ Spike thought. “They didn’t have the right to take her from me. She was my Dark Goddess, my Love, my Sire.’ He wanted to kill them all, everyone in Sunnydale. He felt that no one deserved to live if he had to live without her.
flesh into gear
myself appears dissected and pretentious
a simple sound a heavy side
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For the next few days, Spike and Angelus spied on the group from behind the stacks. They learned that Drusilla had killed Kendra, her first and last Slayer, and had knocked Oz and Cordelia unconscious while trying to get to Willow and stop her from continuing with the spell that would restore Angel’s soul. They also found out that Drusilla had drunk from Willow, sending her to the hospital, near death. What pleased them the most was when they found out that Buffy had disappeared right after her fight with Angelus. No one knew where she’d gone or when she’d come back, and that was just fine with them. They also heard that Willow would be released from the hospital in three days and she would fill everyone in then.
Spike and Angelus wouldn’t miss that for the world. After hearing everything they’d needed, they left in silence. Once outside they’d decided to go on a hunt. With no Slayer around, they had free reign in Sunnydale, and they took every advantage of it.
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Yelling, pacing, and constant fighting, along with the nightly hunts, was all that made up those three long day and nights for the two vampires. They were impatient to hear what Willow had to say about the night of Drusilla’s death.
Angelus was curious as to how she’d survived. He’d taught Drusilla to be ruthless and vicious, and she reveled in it. He also knew that, during those awful years he’d been cursed with the soul, she and Spike wreaked their own havoc on the world. At times Spike and Drusilla’s exploits had come close to matching those of him and Darla. ‘So how,’ Angelus thought, ‘had little Willow cheated death?’ He couldn’t remember her being much more then a bookworm and a computer genius. There had to be something, though. Something else behind the fluffy clothes, long red hair, and innocent eyes.
He vowed to find out what it was, no matter the details of her story. He would find out what was special about her, what let her survive his Childe.
Spike, however, was going crazy waiting and he was driving everyone else crazy too. He hunted constantly at night, never bothering to clean up after a particularly brutal kill. He went to bed, blood drying in his hair, on his face, and on his clothes. He was filthy. Finally, on the second night, Angelus had had enough.
“Stop,” Angelus said to Spike from the chair by the fireplace.
“’M not doing nothing, wanker,” Spike slurred. He was drunk again with whiskey on his breath and on his clothes, mixing unpleasantly with the dried blood.
“That’s right, you’re not. That’s the problem.”
“’S not a problem. Where’s the bloody problem? I’ll tell you. She’s gone. That’s the fucking problem. Nothing but dust in the wind. ‘S not right, not fair. Was mine, she was. Your Childe, too. And you just sittin’ there night after night reading your poncy books like some bloody magnificent Pouf. Like you don’t care. Probably don’t, d’you. No, only thing upsets you is you lost your fuck, that’s ‘sall.” Collapsing in a chair, Spike sighed and watched the flames. He was so drunk he’d lost his train of thought.
Angelus knew Spike loved like no other. Hell, he’d used it to exploit the younger vampire more then once. And punished him for it, as well. But torture wasn’t what Spike needed right now, no matter how much Angelus would enjoy chaining him up and teaching him some respect. Instead, he closed his book and turned to Spike.
“She was my Childe, my creation. I molded her, broke herr, then remade her into the Drusilla you loved,” Angelus said, steepling his hands. “This is where we differ. While you decide to wallow in sickening grief and self-pity, I plan. Who ever did this will not get off lightly. They will not die quickly, but rather suffer slowly. We will bathe in their blood, their pain, and their suffering. This is as much my revenge as it is yours. So, why don’t you crawl out of your hole of self-pity, clean up, sober up, then join me tomorrow night so we can find out who did this and make them pay. If not, then leave and go moan and whine somewhere else. I’m sick of it.”
Angelus watched Spike watch the fire for a minute before he got up and left the room. Spike would snap out of it, he was sure of it. Then, when he was back…then the fun would begin. Spike was a master at revenge, having been taught by Angelus and by the life he had as a mortal.
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
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Finally, the night of Willow’s release from the hospital had come. Angelus hadn’t seen Spike since he’d left the room after his speech. He decided that his plans would go on, with or without Spike.
Walking silently through the stacks in the rear of the library, Angelus got in place for the show. He was early and no one but Xander and Cordelia was there. Angelus figured that Oz and Giles had gone to pick up Willow.
“Did I miss anything?” a familiar voice spoke sofly from behind him.
Angelus smiled to himself. Spike had cleaned up and made it, just as he knew Spike would. “Not a thing,” Angelus said.
Spike nodded and took his place next to Angelus.
They both watched and listened as the doors to the library opened. Giles and Oz, each one taking an arm, escorted Willow in and to a chair. Spike and Angelus noticed thedagedage that now adorned the right side of Willow’s neck. They smiled to each other, recognizing Drusilla’s mark on the witch. Xander, Oz, and Giles tried to make Willow comfortable, asking her if they could get her anything. Finally, after they’d stopped fawning over her, Giles asked the question the vampires had been waiting for.
“Willow, uh, would you mind telling us what exactly happened that night?” Giles asked.
Willow inhaled deeply, unconsciously placing a hand over her bandage and began. She started out telling them about watching Kendra be killed, and Drusilla tossing Oz and Cordelia to the side.
“Then, she told me I was a ‘Naughty little witch’ for doing the spell and that her ‘Daddy’ didn’t want his soul back,” Willow said, recalling Drusilla’s words. She’d gone over the events repeatedly during her stay in the hospital. When she slept, she slept fitfully, having constant nightmares. Sometimes they would be about Kendra’s death, or the eerie way she swayed under Drusilla’s gaze. The worst nightmares were those where she saw nothing but those hauntingly dark eyes boring into her. When she had those dreams, she would wake up in a cold sweat and feeling woozy, like Drusilla was still pulling her blood from her neck, but she never told her friends. She assumed the bad dreams would eventually go away.
“I tried to keep chanting,” Willow continued after taking a deep breath. “She then whispered something in my ear. Next think I knew she’d bit me. I’d remembered Kendra dropping her stake, so I concentrated on it. I don’t know how I did it. I’ve only floated pencils before, and a stake is so much heavier, but somehow, I did it. I got the stake to float and I sent it towards her back. Then…poof. Dust. Then, then I think I passed out I guess.”
Everyone looked at Willow sympathetically. Oz reached over and took her hand in his to reassure her and Xander put his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it affectionately.
“How far into the spell had you gone?” Giles asked.
“Um, I’m not sure. Why?” Willow asked confused.
“Well, it would stand to reason that had you been sufficiently immersed in the spell, it would have infused you with more magic then you would use to float a mere pencil, therefore you’d be able to float a heavier object, say a stake for instance.”
“Oh, well. Yeah, I guess. I never thought about that.”
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Angelus and Spike had heard enough and they left before their rage could cause them to act rashly and give away their positions. Walking in silence, they soon separated, each going off to think in their own way.
Angelus walked back to the mansion and sat in front of the fireplace. ‘So, it’d been Willow,’ he thought. ‘Such an unlikely person, but also intriguing.’ She just hadn’t seemed like much when he’d known her as Angel. Nevertheless, there had to be something. Angelus wanted to pick her apart and find out what made her tick. What gave Willow the strength to defeat his Dark Childe, Drusilla?
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Spike couldn’t believe it. It’d been that mousy, quiet little redhead. ‘How dare she take away my Dru!’ Spike thought. He didn’t know what to do, and he still wasn’t entirely sure that Willow had been the one to dust her. However, one thing continued to bother him. Drusilla had marked and claimed Willow. Not just bitten her, but also claimed her. Drusilla’s unique scent had found its way up to Spike in the stacks. ‘Why had she marked the witch?’ he asked himself. Spike realized that he would have to put off his retribution until he found out.
After a quick kill, Spike made his way back to the mansion to talk with Angelus and learn his thoughts about what they’d overheard.
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“So, what do you think, mate?” Spike asked, walking to the fireplace and taking a seat.
“Willow, of all people,” Angelus said shaking his head.
Spike scoffed then nodded. “Blows your mind, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, but how? How did she do it?”
“Don’t know that, but I do know Dru claimed her.”
Angelus finally turned to look at Spike and said, “Oh really?”
“Yeah, didn’t you smell it? The witch reeked of Dru. I think she did it on purpose, marked the witch,” Spike said. After pausing to think he asked, “Think she knew?”
“Drusilla? I wouldn’t doubt it. But if she knew she was going to die, then why didn’t she tell us when she told us about everything else?”
“Haven’t a clue. You never could bloody tell with our Dru,” Spike said. “But, what are we going to do about the little witch?”
“Well,” Angelus said, drawing the word out and smiling. “Drusilla claimed her, right?
“Right,” Spike said, following Angelus’ train of thought and smiling along with him.
“Since she was my Childe, and your Sire…what was hers is now ours.”
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Aus/S/W
Summary: Spike and Angelus set off for a new Drusilla…and they find Willow. This story is AU after ‘Becoming Pt 2’,
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.
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: In this fic Drusilla is dead. 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)
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Chapter 2
The minion had not given Spike or Angelus any useful information. They still didn’t know who had finally gotten Drusilla, nor did they know who had survived, if anyone had. Therefore, they decided to pay the Scoobies a little visit. From what the minion had said, there had been two teenagers who could be alive.
They walked through Sunnydale in silence, each one lost in their own thoughts. Angelus wanted a confrontation with whoever had killed his Childe. ‘It wasn’t supposed to happen like that,’ he thought. ‘I’m her Sire. I’m the only one that is allowed to remove her from this world. She was my creation, my Childe, mine. How dare they think they can dust her and not think there would be repercussions?’ Angelus continued to fume as the approached the school.
Spike, like Angelus, was lost in his thoughts. He still couldn’t accept that she was gone. He expected to see her come dancing into a room in one of her beautiful flowing gowns and singing one of those old Victorian songs that never made sense to him, but which he loved just the same. He would miss those moments of blinding clarity whenever her eyes fell on him. ‘She didn’t bloody well deserve it,’ Spike thought. “They didn’t have the right to take her from me. She was my Dark Goddess, my Love, my Sire.’ He wanted to kill them all, everyone in Sunnydale. He felt that no one deserved to live if he had to live without her.
flesh into gear
myself appears dissected and pretentious
a simple sound a heavy side
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For the next few days, Spike and Angelus spied on the group from behind the stacks. They learned that Drusilla had killed Kendra, her first and last Slayer, and had knocked Oz and Cordelia unconscious while trying to get to Willow and stop her from continuing with the spell that would restore Angel’s soul. They also found out that Drusilla had drunk from Willow, sending her to the hospital, near death. What pleased them the most was when they found out that Buffy had disappeared right after her fight with Angelus. No one knew where she’d gone or when she’d come back, and that was just fine with them. They also heard that Willow would be released from the hospital in three days and she would fill everyone in then.
Spike and Angelus wouldn’t miss that for the world. After hearing everything they’d needed, they left in silence. Once outside they’d decided to go on a hunt. With no Slayer around, they had free reign in Sunnydale, and they took every advantage of it.
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Yelling, pacing, and constant fighting, along with the nightly hunts, was all that made up those three long day and nights for the two vampires. They were impatient to hear what Willow had to say about the night of Drusilla’s death.
Angelus was curious as to how she’d survived. He’d taught Drusilla to be ruthless and vicious, and she reveled in it. He also knew that, during those awful years he’d been cursed with the soul, she and Spike wreaked their own havoc on the world. At times Spike and Drusilla’s exploits had come close to matching those of him and Darla. ‘So how,’ Angelus thought, ‘had little Willow cheated death?’ He couldn’t remember her being much more then a bookworm and a computer genius. There had to be something, though. Something else behind the fluffy clothes, long red hair, and innocent eyes.
He vowed to find out what it was, no matter the details of her story. He would find out what was special about her, what let her survive his Childe.
Spike, however, was going crazy waiting and he was driving everyone else crazy too. He hunted constantly at night, never bothering to clean up after a particularly brutal kill. He went to bed, blood drying in his hair, on his face, and on his clothes. He was filthy. Finally, on the second night, Angelus had had enough.
“Stop,” Angelus said to Spike from the chair by the fireplace.
“’M not doing nothing, wanker,” Spike slurred. He was drunk again with whiskey on his breath and on his clothes, mixing unpleasantly with the dried blood.
“That’s right, you’re not. That’s the problem.”
“’S not a problem. Where’s the bloody problem? I’ll tell you. She’s gone. That’s the fucking problem. Nothing but dust in the wind. ‘S not right, not fair. Was mine, she was. Your Childe, too. And you just sittin’ there night after night reading your poncy books like some bloody magnificent Pouf. Like you don’t care. Probably don’t, d’you. No, only thing upsets you is you lost your fuck, that’s ‘sall.” Collapsing in a chair, Spike sighed and watched the flames. He was so drunk he’d lost his train of thought.
Angelus knew Spike loved like no other. Hell, he’d used it to exploit the younger vampire more then once. And punished him for it, as well. But torture wasn’t what Spike needed right now, no matter how much Angelus would enjoy chaining him up and teaching him some respect. Instead, he closed his book and turned to Spike.
“She was my Childe, my creation. I molded her, broke herr, then remade her into the Drusilla you loved,” Angelus said, steepling his hands. “This is where we differ. While you decide to wallow in sickening grief and self-pity, I plan. Who ever did this will not get off lightly. They will not die quickly, but rather suffer slowly. We will bathe in their blood, their pain, and their suffering. This is as much my revenge as it is yours. So, why don’t you crawl out of your hole of self-pity, clean up, sober up, then join me tomorrow night so we can find out who did this and make them pay. If not, then leave and go moan and whine somewhere else. I’m sick of it.”
Angelus watched Spike watch the fire for a minute before he got up and left the room. Spike would snap out of it, he was sure of it. Then, when he was back…then the fun would begin. Spike was a master at revenge, having been taught by Angelus and by the life he had as a mortal.
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
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Finally, the night of Willow’s release from the hospital had come. Angelus hadn’t seen Spike since he’d left the room after his speech. He decided that his plans would go on, with or without Spike.
Walking silently through the stacks in the rear of the library, Angelus got in place for the show. He was early and no one but Xander and Cordelia was there. Angelus figured that Oz and Giles had gone to pick up Willow.
“Did I miss anything?” a familiar voice spoke sofly from behind him.
Angelus smiled to himself. Spike had cleaned up and made it, just as he knew Spike would. “Not a thing,” Angelus said.
Spike nodded and took his place next to Angelus.
They both watched and listened as the doors to the library opened. Giles and Oz, each one taking an arm, escorted Willow in and to a chair. Spike and Angelus noticed thedagedage that now adorned the right side of Willow’s neck. They smiled to each other, recognizing Drusilla’s mark on the witch. Xander, Oz, and Giles tried to make Willow comfortable, asking her if they could get her anything. Finally, after they’d stopped fawning over her, Giles asked the question the vampires had been waiting for.
“Willow, uh, would you mind telling us what exactly happened that night?” Giles asked.
Willow inhaled deeply, unconsciously placing a hand over her bandage and began. She started out telling them about watching Kendra be killed, and Drusilla tossing Oz and Cordelia to the side.
“Then, she told me I was a ‘Naughty little witch’ for doing the spell and that her ‘Daddy’ didn’t want his soul back,” Willow said, recalling Drusilla’s words. She’d gone over the events repeatedly during her stay in the hospital. When she slept, she slept fitfully, having constant nightmares. Sometimes they would be about Kendra’s death, or the eerie way she swayed under Drusilla’s gaze. The worst nightmares were those where she saw nothing but those hauntingly dark eyes boring into her. When she had those dreams, she would wake up in a cold sweat and feeling woozy, like Drusilla was still pulling her blood from her neck, but she never told her friends. She assumed the bad dreams would eventually go away.
“I tried to keep chanting,” Willow continued after taking a deep breath. “She then whispered something in my ear. Next think I knew she’d bit me. I’d remembered Kendra dropping her stake, so I concentrated on it. I don’t know how I did it. I’ve only floated pencils before, and a stake is so much heavier, but somehow, I did it. I got the stake to float and I sent it towards her back. Then…poof. Dust. Then, then I think I passed out I guess.”
Everyone looked at Willow sympathetically. Oz reached over and took her hand in his to reassure her and Xander put his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it affectionately.
“How far into the spell had you gone?” Giles asked.
“Um, I’m not sure. Why?” Willow asked confused.
“Well, it would stand to reason that had you been sufficiently immersed in the spell, it would have infused you with more magic then you would use to float a mere pencil, therefore you’d be able to float a heavier object, say a stake for instance.”
“Oh, well. Yeah, I guess. I never thought about that.”
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Angelus and Spike had heard enough and they left before their rage could cause them to act rashly and give away their positions. Walking in silence, they soon separated, each going off to think in their own way.
Angelus walked back to the mansion and sat in front of the fireplace. ‘So, it’d been Willow,’ he thought. ‘Such an unlikely person, but also intriguing.’ She just hadn’t seemed like much when he’d known her as Angel. Nevertheless, there had to be something. Angelus wanted to pick her apart and find out what made her tick. What gave Willow the strength to defeat his Dark Childe, Drusilla?
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Spike couldn’t believe it. It’d been that mousy, quiet little redhead. ‘How dare she take away my Dru!’ Spike thought. He didn’t know what to do, and he still wasn’t entirely sure that Willow had been the one to dust her. However, one thing continued to bother him. Drusilla had marked and claimed Willow. Not just bitten her, but also claimed her. Drusilla’s unique scent had found its way up to Spike in the stacks. ‘Why had she marked the witch?’ he asked himself. Spike realized that he would have to put off his retribution until he found out.
After a quick kill, Spike made his way back to the mansion to talk with Angelus and learn his thoughts about what they’d overheard.
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“So, what do you think, mate?” Spike asked, walking to the fireplace and taking a seat.
“Willow, of all people,” Angelus said shaking his head.
Spike scoffed then nodded. “Blows your mind, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, but how? How did she do it?”
“Don’t know that, but I do know Dru claimed her.”
Angelus finally turned to look at Spike and said, “Oh really?”
“Yeah, didn’t you smell it? The witch reeked of Dru. I think she did it on purpose, marked the witch,” Spike said. After pausing to think he asked, “Think she knew?”
“Drusilla? I wouldn’t doubt it. But if she knew she was going to die, then why didn’t she tell us when she told us about everything else?”
“Haven’t a clue. You never could bloody tell with our Dru,” Spike said. “But, what are we going to do about the little witch?”
“Well,” Angelus said, drawing the word out and smiling. “Drusilla claimed her, right?
“Right,” Spike said, following Angelus’ train of thought and smiling along with him.
“Since she was my Childe, and your Sire…what was hers is now ours.”