Perfect Plan (Angelus & Vamp!Willow)
First published online © 2013 on the-fanged-four.
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It might’ve gone a lot differently. If Xander had turned around, if he hadn’t approached Willow as quickly as he had, if anyone else had shown up at that exact moment in time—well, Angelus didn’t really want to think about it. Things were going according to plan and damn, if that didn’t make him giddy.
Of course, he’d adapted to his original plan. At first, he thought leaving the bloodied and gutted body of her friend on Buffy’s doorstep, but once he had the girl in his clutches a better idea came to him.
So, once away from the school, he’d bitten deeply into her throat and drained the blood from her. When her heart slowed and her head lolled back, when her eyes–glassy and half-lidded in her semi-conscious state–stared up at him, he fed her his blood. It surprised him how much strength remained in her when she clamped down on his arm with both hands, drawing the blood from him greedily. He smirked, yanking his arm away from her.
Willow fell to the ground at his feet. Turning the Slayer’s best friend into a vampire? For days, they’d search for her, coming to the conclusion that she’d been killed. And in the meantime, he’d mold her into a ruthless killer and after enough time had passed, he’d let her loose upon them. The initial shock of seeing their sweet, innocent companion entirely changed—he could hardly imagine.
It really was the perfect plan.
While Willow lay dead and Angelus waited for her to rise, he took the opportunity to spy upon Buffy and her friends. They were in a state of worry and panic. Willow was missing, and as he had guessed, they had assumed the worst.
But the worst was yet to come. He chuckled to himself as he returned to the warehouse. To his knowledge, Spike had yet to discover the newest addition. The upstairs wasn’t exactly wheelchair accessible, in any case. Drusilla, on the other hand—Angelus had a feeling she may have seen or sensed something, for she would smile at him knowingly.
It seemed they would all know soon enough, however, because when he arrived, his newest Childe was awake. She sat up on the bed, looking around as if listening carefully to the voices carried throughout the warehouse. When she saw him, her bright eyes fixed on him. “Hungry,” she said in a small voice, her bottom lip jutting out slightly.
There was something still innocent about her. Oh, she was going to be exquisite. Angelus chuckled, reaching out a hand for her. “Then let’s take care of that, shall we?”
She caught on quickly. She had a hunger for the kill, a lust for it and she was never quite sated. As she licked the droplets from her latest victims throat, he couldn’t resisted the tantalizing stain on her lips and drew her in close for a deep, bloody kiss.
The perfect plan was well in motion.
“You turned the Slayer’s best mate?” Spike asked, incredulously, an eyebrow lifted.
Angelus smirked, toying with a strand of Willow’s hair, twisting it around his finger. He gave a little yank that drew her head back. A slow smile crept across her lips. She liked the pain, liked inflicting it as well as receiving it. Looking down at her for a moment, his attention turned to Spike.
“You don’t see it?” he questioned, his own eyebrow quirking in response. “They think she’s good and dead. Of course, technically speaking, she is. But they’d never be expecting this. I set her loose upon Buff and her pals and, well… I’m sure you can fill in the blanks, Wheels.”
Spike rolled his eyes, tilting his head back to look at Drusilla, who’s gaze remained affixed upon the red-haired vampire.
“Ooh, I like her,” she purred, wrapping her arms around Spike’s neck as she leaned down, grinning against his shoulder.
“Now Dru knows how the game’s played, Spike my boy,” Angelus said with a small laugh. He circled Willow, drawing an arm around her waist to pull her close to him. “Willow will get us farther than we’d be able to go on our lonesome. The Slayer won’t know what hit her. And this town will be ours. You can’t tell me you don’t like that idea.”
Spike stared a moment longer, his eyes narrowed as he seemed to consider it. He gave a long sigh. “It won’t work.”
“We’ll see,” Angelus answered, chuckling a bit.
Willow turned to face Angelus, a smirk of her own on her face. “Bored now,” she told him, her fingers dancing along his chest. Giving a last look toward Spike, Angelus grinned as he turned and steered Willow toward the door.
“Git,” Spike muttered under his breath, watching them leave. Drusilla laughed.
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