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:
6,441
Reviews:
11
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 2
Title: Long Hard Road Out of Hell
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/A
Summary: Willow has found Angel and they get a visit from someone. 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 2
The daylight dims, unbeknownst to the occupants of this room. Shadows grow, casting a darkness that creeps up the floor closer to where Willow is sitting. Minutes turn into hours; the only thing keeping time is the steady beating of Willow’s heart, though she herself is oblivious to the passage of time. The only thing holding her attention is the creature in front of her. Willow watches the bruises fade and the cuts heal.
It is, at last, nightfall and Willow is suddenly aware of it. She knows Buffy comes here at night to do the same thing she has been doing by day. Looking around Willow doesn’t know what to do.
A slight rustle of leaves tells her someone is outside, and by the growls coming from Angel, she assumes, rightly, that it is Buffy. Willow jumps slightly when she feels Angel grab at her ankle unconuslyusly. She stands there indecisive for a few moments. ‘He doesn’t want to see her,’ she thinks. ‘Why would he after all? But then why would he seek my help?’
The torpid vampire on the floor will not wait for Willow to comprehend what his body is telling him. It is yelling ‘danger’ and his only means of escape will not take him away. By some unknown force the vampire starts to drag the girl to a darkened corner, shielding from all but the most determined view. She understands and grabs the cooler with blood, making sure the blanket stays on Angel as they slowly make their way to the corner. Willow crouches down and Angel curls around her, his eyes still closed. She unthinkingly strokes his hair, trying to calm the shudders that wrack his body.
From the corner they see a female silhouetted in the doorway. There’s no mistaking who it is…Buffy. Willow inhales sharply when she feels Angel’s face shift under her hands. She feels the soft rumble of a growl more then she actually hears it, but her fear makes it deafening in the silence.
Willow has her eyes trained on the shadowy figure of her best friend. She watches in silent alarm as Buffy makes her way slowly across the threshold to stand in the middle of the living room, facing the fireplace. Buffy doesn’t look around, she doesn’t look anywhere but right in front of her. Her eyes are seeing something that is no longer there.
In her fear, Willow is sure that Buffy will see them. Her short breaths echo in her ears and the growls coming from Angel are reverberating in her head. ‘I sh tel tell her we are here,’ Willow thinks. ‘Buffy will know what to do. But, Angel doesn’t want to see her it seems. Oh, what am I going to do?’ She looks between the vampire that is clinging to her and her best friend. Making a decision she makes to stand, only to be caught by Angel. He grips her waist with almost bone crushing strength making Willow nearly gasp in pain before she claps her hand over her mouth and sinks back down in the corner.
Willow is starting to physically feel the passage of time as her legs go numb from her position. ‘How long does Buffy plan to stay here?’ she asks herself. Angel appears to have gone back into his stupor, his body still as death. The only thing that lets Willow know he is truly here is the grip he still has on her waist.
Finally, after what seems like hours to Willow, Buffy turns to leave. As she is walking away Willow lets out a soft sigh of relief. However that relief is cut short when Buffy stills mid-step. Panic runs through Willow at the thought of being caught. ‘Oh no, not now,’ she thinks. The low menacing growl that comes from Angel makes Willow jump. Her nerves are frayed. She is in pure panic mode and doesn’t hear the loud rustling just outside the mansion, but Buffy does and runs to meet it head on.
By the time Willow calms and notices Buffy is gone, she hears the banter between Buffy and her adversary. ‘Figures,’ Willow thinks. ‘They can’t just leave well enough alone.’ Standing up, Willow stretches her tight muscles and groans as tiny pin pricks make their way along her legs. Angel, content where he is, just lays there unmoving. The threat gone, he now goes back to his unconscious state.
Limping from staying in one position for so long, Willow slowly makes her way to a tattered chair and falls into it. “What am I going to do with you?” she asks looking over at Angel. Upon receiving no answer she looks back over to the placplace. Rubbing her eyes tiredly, Willow knows she has to think of something. She can’t just leave him here.
“Oh no,” Willow says jumping up. “I bought that blood and didn’t even think to feed you. Some caretaker I’m turning out to be.” It feels good to Willow to actually talk out loud. It helps make Angel's presence feel real to her and assuages her fear that his presence is merely a figment of her imagination and that he's still lost in the hell dimension.
“Now, let’s see if we can get you to eat. I’m sure you’ve got to be hungry. I don’t know if they actually fed you…there,” she says. Babbling has always been a comfort to her, and now she uses it to ease not only her nerves but hopefully Angel’s as well. She walks slowly over to the corner where the cooler is sitting and opens it.
“I don’t have a knife, but I’m sure you can open it for yourself. I mean, it’s not like your fangs are just there for decoration, right?” She grabs a bag of blood and looks at it. “AB negative. I hope you like it. I thought he would have given me pigs blood, but this will do for now.”
Crouching down she sets the blood in front of Angel’s face and backs away quickly. Willow’s only ever seen a vampire feed once, and that was on a living person. She knows what Angel is, but it is easy to forget when you don’t see him in game face or feeding. To her he was her friend with a slight aversion to sunlight. Now, it hits a little closer to home. Angel is a vampire, a creature that drinks bloodd had has killed hundreds.
Sniffing loudly, Angel lifts his head, his eyes open and trained on the small girl slowly backing away from him. Her fear is overwhelming his senses. She smells like food and he is hungry. Nothing else registers in his addled mind. Basic instincts have taken over. He lunges for her.
“Angel!” Willow cries as she is knocked over by the vampire. His fangs glisten in the moonlight and his yellow eyes bore into her. She closes her eyes and whispers, “Please…no.”
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/A
Summary: Willow has found Angel and they get a visit from someone. 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 2
The daylight dims, unbeknownst to the occupants of this room. Shadows grow, casting a darkness that creeps up the floor closer to where Willow is sitting. Minutes turn into hours; the only thing keeping time is the steady beating of Willow’s heart, though she herself is oblivious to the passage of time. The only thing holding her attention is the creature in front of her. Willow watches the bruises fade and the cuts heal.
It is, at last, nightfall and Willow is suddenly aware of it. She knows Buffy comes here at night to do the same thing she has been doing by day. Looking around Willow doesn’t know what to do.
A slight rustle of leaves tells her someone is outside, and by the growls coming from Angel, she assumes, rightly, that it is Buffy. Willow jumps slightly when she feels Angel grab at her ankle unconuslyusly. She stands there indecisive for a few moments. ‘He doesn’t want to see her,’ she thinks. ‘Why would he after all? But then why would he seek my help?’
The torpid vampire on the floor will not wait for Willow to comprehend what his body is telling him. It is yelling ‘danger’ and his only means of escape will not take him away. By some unknown force the vampire starts to drag the girl to a darkened corner, shielding from all but the most determined view. She understands and grabs the cooler with blood, making sure the blanket stays on Angel as they slowly make their way to the corner. Willow crouches down and Angel curls around her, his eyes still closed. She unthinkingly strokes his hair, trying to calm the shudders that wrack his body.
From the corner they see a female silhouetted in the doorway. There’s no mistaking who it is…Buffy. Willow inhales sharply when she feels Angel’s face shift under her hands. She feels the soft rumble of a growl more then she actually hears it, but her fear makes it deafening in the silence.
Willow has her eyes trained on the shadowy figure of her best friend. She watches in silent alarm as Buffy makes her way slowly across the threshold to stand in the middle of the living room, facing the fireplace. Buffy doesn’t look around, she doesn’t look anywhere but right in front of her. Her eyes are seeing something that is no longer there.
In her fear, Willow is sure that Buffy will see them. Her short breaths echo in her ears and the growls coming from Angel are reverberating in her head. ‘I sh tel tell her we are here,’ Willow thinks. ‘Buffy will know what to do. But, Angel doesn’t want to see her it seems. Oh, what am I going to do?’ She looks between the vampire that is clinging to her and her best friend. Making a decision she makes to stand, only to be caught by Angel. He grips her waist with almost bone crushing strength making Willow nearly gasp in pain before she claps her hand over her mouth and sinks back down in the corner.
Willow is starting to physically feel the passage of time as her legs go numb from her position. ‘How long does Buffy plan to stay here?’ she asks herself. Angel appears to have gone back into his stupor, his body still as death. The only thing that lets Willow know he is truly here is the grip he still has on her waist.
Finally, after what seems like hours to Willow, Buffy turns to leave. As she is walking away Willow lets out a soft sigh of relief. However that relief is cut short when Buffy stills mid-step. Panic runs through Willow at the thought of being caught. ‘Oh no, not now,’ she thinks. The low menacing growl that comes from Angel makes Willow jump. Her nerves are frayed. She is in pure panic mode and doesn’t hear the loud rustling just outside the mansion, but Buffy does and runs to meet it head on.
By the time Willow calms and notices Buffy is gone, she hears the banter between Buffy and her adversary. ‘Figures,’ Willow thinks. ‘They can’t just leave well enough alone.’ Standing up, Willow stretches her tight muscles and groans as tiny pin pricks make their way along her legs. Angel, content where he is, just lays there unmoving. The threat gone, he now goes back to his unconscious state.
Limping from staying in one position for so long, Willow slowly makes her way to a tattered chair and falls into it. “What am I going to do with you?” she asks looking over at Angel. Upon receiving no answer she looks back over to the placplace. Rubbing her eyes tiredly, Willow knows she has to think of something. She can’t just leave him here.
“Oh no,” Willow says jumping up. “I bought that blood and didn’t even think to feed you. Some caretaker I’m turning out to be.” It feels good to Willow to actually talk out loud. It helps make Angel's presence feel real to her and assuages her fear that his presence is merely a figment of her imagination and that he's still lost in the hell dimension.
“Now, let’s see if we can get you to eat. I’m sure you’ve got to be hungry. I don’t know if they actually fed you…there,” she says. Babbling has always been a comfort to her, and now she uses it to ease not only her nerves but hopefully Angel’s as well. She walks slowly over to the corner where the cooler is sitting and opens it.
“I don’t have a knife, but I’m sure you can open it for yourself. I mean, it’s not like your fangs are just there for decoration, right?” She grabs a bag of blood and looks at it. “AB negative. I hope you like it. I thought he would have given me pigs blood, but this will do for now.”
Crouching down she sets the blood in front of Angel’s face and backs away quickly. Willow’s only ever seen a vampire feed once, and that was on a living person. She knows what Angel is, but it is easy to forget when you don’t see him in game face or feeding. To her he was her friend with a slight aversion to sunlight. Now, it hits a little closer to home. Angel is a vampire, a creature that drinks bloodd had has killed hundreds.
Sniffing loudly, Angel lifts his head, his eyes open and trained on the small girl slowly backing away from him. Her fear is overwhelming his senses. She smells like food and he is hungry. Nothing else registers in his addled mind. Basic instincts have taken over. He lunges for her.
“Angel!” Willow cries as she is knocked over by the vampire. His fangs glisten in the moonlight and his yellow eyes bore into her. She closes her eyes and whispers, “Please…no.”