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snoggedHere it is, folks...the penultimate chapter of my Vamp!Willow/Angelus adventure. I sincerely appreciate the support and feedback I've received on this story.
Title: Taming Her Heart (6/7)
Author: snogged
Parings: Vamp!Willow/Angel(us), implied Vamp!Willow/Vamp!Xander
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I own nothing. Some quotes are taken directly from the episode in the first chapter and in this one.
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Summary: What if the Master decided to enlist Willow in the task of removing the Puppy's soul?
Chapter Warnings: violence, character death, biting sexual overtones, themes of Domination/submission, dark.
Overall Warnings: This story will contain themes of Domination/submission, sadism/masochism, BDSM, daddy!kink, sexual slurs, adult language, angst, dark, heterosexual sex, anal, toys, character death, force, and biting.
Spoilers: Set during the episode "The Wish" from BtVS Season 3. There will be some direct quotes from the episode in this chapter.
Feedback: Yes, please.
A/N: many thanks to team beta:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kallie_kat and spikesredqueen. This chapter is dedicated to my betas. They are my floaties in the large, fandom pool.
Angelus entered the drab, industrialized complex and grinned as several female vampires swooned as he walked by. He guessed it was the tight leather pants. Women just couldn’t get inside of them fast enough. He flashed a cat-like grin at the prettiest of the three and she winked at him, shoving out her chest so he could get a good look at her cleavage.
He ascended the platform and narrowed his eyes at the albino vampire before him. He patted the pocket of his pants where he had hidden a stake. Tonight, after the plant’s unveiling, the Master would be dust and Angelus would be standing in the center of the stage.
Willow growled low in her throat as he passed by to take the spot between her and the Master and it took all of his self-restraint not to pile drive her into the floor and fuck her six ways from Sunday.
“Xander sends his regards,” Angelus whispered, brushing his lips against her ear lobe. “He had some unexpected tension to take care of so I suspect that he won’t be joining us.”
Willow crossed her arms in front of her chest and turned away from him. Tonight wasn’t about the power struggle between them. It was about change. It was about making Sunnydale a better place for the vampires living there and Angelus was not going to mess up her mood. Instead, she concentrated her eyes on the wooden cage filled with panicked humans. She couldn’t wait until the screaming began. The screaming was her favorite part and she hoped that the Master’s blood machine wouldn’t take that away from her.
The Master swept his hands in front of him, stretching them out to the side. He looked like the Second Coming of God and Willow felt her pelvic muscles clench in anticipation of what was going to take place tonight.
“Vampires, come! Behold the technical wonder, which is about to alter the very fabric of our society. Some have argued that such an advancement goes against our nature. They claim that death is our art. I say to them... Well, I don't say anything to them because I kill them. Undeniably we are the world's superior race. Yet we have always been too parochial, too bound by the mindless routine of the predator. Hunt and kill, hunt and kill. Titillating? Yes. Practical? Hardly. Meanwhile, the humans, with their plebeian minds, have brought us a truly demonic concept: mass production!”
Willow rubbed her hands together as several minions moved towards the human cage.
“Bring on the first!” The Master ordered, a sickly grin stretching his face.
The minions selected a lovely Asian girl and successfully pulled her away from the crowd of grasping hands that tried to protect her. To keep her from struggling, the minions pressed their tasers against her stomach, which rendered her helpless. Willow smiled at the sight of tears streaming down the girl’s cheeks. It was a sadistically beautiful sight, especially paired with the looks of horror on the other humans’ faces.
Angelus tapped his finger against his chin and watched in amusement as the girl was strapped into a large metal tray that could probably fit a cow. He would guess that the average butcher would probably piss his pants if he saw an operation like this one.
“She’s still alive,” the Master announced, pleased with himself. “Makes her more fresh for our little demonstration.”
The minion at the control panel flipped a few switches and the machine whirred to life. The metal pan moved across the conveyor belt until the girl was underneath four large metal arms that had long needles protruding from the top of them. The needles descended into her tender flesh and the girl whimpered.
Angelus inhaled sharply, drawing the scent of the girl’s blood into his nostrils. He did enjoy the thought of blood on tap but the machine really took the thrill out of the hunt. The machine couldn’t manipulate the girl’s mind, couldn’t make her think that she was a filthy whore that deserved her fate, couldn’t grind against the girl’s thigh as the life left her eyes. Sure, the blood was refreshing but this machine cut all the titillating enjoyment out of the kill.
He reached for Willow’s arm and pulled her in front of him, snaking his arm around her waist and pressing the bulge in his pants against her backside. “I’m not seeing the fun here, Willow. I always like to feel my victims tremble under me. Make me feel like God.”
Willow leaned back against him and rotated her hips. “Too bad for you. I’m not surprised that an old fogy like you wouldn’t be interested in the Golden Age of Technology.”
“Oh please,” Angelus hissed, nipping at her ear lobe. “I have seen you after a hunt, seen that glint in your eyes, smelled the arousal soaking your skin. Don’t deny it, slut. This new machine is killing you. It takes the fun out of everything.”
Willow pushed her bottom lip forward. He had a point. The girl had barely screamed while the machine was draining her but the Master’s argument seemed so persuasive too. For the first time in her unlife, she was starting to doubt her loyalties to her sire. And based on the amount of blood in that goblet, she guessed that one human would only feed one vampire and that wasn’t the case when she had fed with Xander.
“Welcome to the future!” The Master cheered, downing the contents of the goblet and staining his lips with crimson blood. It looked more like his lips had been stained with cherry Kool-Aid but that was the look he usually seemed to go for.
The zing of a crossbow dart pulled Willow and Angelus out of their reverie and the Master growled loudly as the dart embedded itself into his chest.
“What is the meaning of this?” he demanded, searching the room for an explanation.
Angelus’s eyes swept the room, burning with feral intensity. He was going to take down the Master and he refused to let anyone take that glory from him.
His eyes settled on a shadowed figure near the back of the room. It was a female, probably about 5’5” with scraggly, blond hair and an attitude problem. As she stepped into the glow of the fluorescent lights, he saw the crossbow as well as a black bag slung over her shoulder.
“Slayer,” Angelus snarled, releasing his grip on Willow and leaping off the stage.
Two boys in the cage started a riot and in moments the mortals had broken free. Willow instantly recognized the ringleaders as two White Hats, the filthy humans that insisted on carrying crosses and stakes wherever they went.
She followed Angelus and attacked the chubby one, easily snapping his neck and letting his body fall to the ground. “That was almost too easy,” she mused, stepping over his corpse.
She sauntered over to the other boy, ignoring the other fights that were occurring around her. As she closed the distance between them, the boy pulled out a wooden stake from his boot and Willow snarled.
“Back off, demon,” the boy said, mustering as much confidence as he could.
Willow arched an eyebrow and smiled softly. “That’s not how you talk to mama. Didn’t anyone ever teach you manners?”
She lunged forward and grabbed the boy’s wrist, bending it backwards until it made a satisfying crunch. The stake clattered to the ground between them. Then, she grabbed the boy by the scruff of the neck and slammed her knee into his stomach. He grunted in pain as several of his ribs cracked.
Tightening her grip on his neck, she cupped the boy’s crotch lifting him off the ground and throwing him into a cement wall. A feeling of satisfaction raced through her as she moved on to her next battle.
Across the room, Angelus had engaged the Slayer in a duel. He seemed to effortlessly block every punch and kick, including a roundhouse that came within a fraction of an inch of his skull.
He slammed the base of his palm into the girl’s nose and heard the sickening crunch of bones shattering. Her blood drenched his hand and he couldn’t resist the urge to lick the blood from his hand. It was the sweetest aphrodisiac he had ever tasted and he intended to take his time enjoying the richness of her blood.
His hand stretched forward and encircled her throat, pulling her body close to his and grinding his erection into her thigh. His free hand cupped her ass, roughly kneading the tender flesh.
“Can I watch, puppy? I want to see you remove the Slayer’s head.”
Angelus grinned, thrilled that his pet had approached them. He wanted her to see the beauty of the Slayer’s death, wanted her to rub herself into a frenzy when the Slayer’s blood hit the wall. But the coup de gras would be fucking her in the Master’s ashes once the Slayer was finished.
Angelus placed his other hand on top of the Slayer’s head and yanked her neck to one side, sinking his fangs into the exposed column of skin. The thick blood coursed down the back of his throat and his demon crowed in victory as the Slayer’s body fell limp in his arms. There was no machine on this god-forsaken planet that could duplicate these feelings. There was nothing wrong with doing it the old fashioned way.
He heard Willow moan as he dropped the body to the ground and he held out his arm for her to take.
“Ready to obey your real Master, Willow? I can make your world fun again. Just say the word.”
Willow gazed up at him through hooded, lustful eyes. She couldn’t deny the pull anymore. She wanted him to command her, to control her. Watching him kill the Slayer had made her realize the hold he had on her heart and she knew he wasn’t going to let go of her anytime soon. But she wasn’t ready to speak the words she knew he wanted to hear. He had one more thing to prove before she was willing to do that.
Chapter 7
Title: Taming Her Heart (6/7)
Author: snogged
Parings: Vamp!Willow/Angel(us), implied Vamp!Willow/Vamp!Xander
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I own nothing. Some quotes are taken directly from the episode in the first chapter and in this one.
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Summary: What if the Master decided to enlist Willow in the task of removing the Puppy's soul?
Chapter Warnings: violence, character death, biting sexual overtones, themes of Domination/submission, dark.
Overall Warnings: This story will contain themes of Domination/submission, sadism/masochism, BDSM, daddy!kink, sexual slurs, adult language, angst, dark, heterosexual sex, anal, toys, character death, force, and biting.
Spoilers: Set during the episode "The Wish" from BtVS Season 3. There will be some direct quotes from the episode in this chapter.
Feedback: Yes, please.
A/N: many thanks to team beta:
kallie_kat and spikesredqueen. This chapter is dedicated to my betas. They are my floaties in the large, fandom pool.Angelus entered the drab, industrialized complex and grinned as several female vampires swooned as he walked by. He guessed it was the tight leather pants. Women just couldn’t get inside of them fast enough. He flashed a cat-like grin at the prettiest of the three and she winked at him, shoving out her chest so he could get a good look at her cleavage.
He ascended the platform and narrowed his eyes at the albino vampire before him. He patted the pocket of his pants where he had hidden a stake. Tonight, after the plant’s unveiling, the Master would be dust and Angelus would be standing in the center of the stage.
Willow growled low in her throat as he passed by to take the spot between her and the Master and it took all of his self-restraint not to pile drive her into the floor and fuck her six ways from Sunday.
“Xander sends his regards,” Angelus whispered, brushing his lips against her ear lobe. “He had some unexpected tension to take care of so I suspect that he won’t be joining us.”
Willow crossed her arms in front of her chest and turned away from him. Tonight wasn’t about the power struggle between them. It was about change. It was about making Sunnydale a better place for the vampires living there and Angelus was not going to mess up her mood. Instead, she concentrated her eyes on the wooden cage filled with panicked humans. She couldn’t wait until the screaming began. The screaming was her favorite part and she hoped that the Master’s blood machine wouldn’t take that away from her.
The Master swept his hands in front of him, stretching them out to the side. He looked like the Second Coming of God and Willow felt her pelvic muscles clench in anticipation of what was going to take place tonight.
“Vampires, come! Behold the technical wonder, which is about to alter the very fabric of our society. Some have argued that such an advancement goes against our nature. They claim that death is our art. I say to them... Well, I don't say anything to them because I kill them. Undeniably we are the world's superior race. Yet we have always been too parochial, too bound by the mindless routine of the predator. Hunt and kill, hunt and kill. Titillating? Yes. Practical? Hardly. Meanwhile, the humans, with their plebeian minds, have brought us a truly demonic concept: mass production!”
Willow rubbed her hands together as several minions moved towards the human cage.
“Bring on the first!” The Master ordered, a sickly grin stretching his face.
The minions selected a lovely Asian girl and successfully pulled her away from the crowd of grasping hands that tried to protect her. To keep her from struggling, the minions pressed their tasers against her stomach, which rendered her helpless. Willow smiled at the sight of tears streaming down the girl’s cheeks. It was a sadistically beautiful sight, especially paired with the looks of horror on the other humans’ faces.
Angelus tapped his finger against his chin and watched in amusement as the girl was strapped into a large metal tray that could probably fit a cow. He would guess that the average butcher would probably piss his pants if he saw an operation like this one.
“She’s still alive,” the Master announced, pleased with himself. “Makes her more fresh for our little demonstration.”
The minion at the control panel flipped a few switches and the machine whirred to life. The metal pan moved across the conveyor belt until the girl was underneath four large metal arms that had long needles protruding from the top of them. The needles descended into her tender flesh and the girl whimpered.
Angelus inhaled sharply, drawing the scent of the girl’s blood into his nostrils. He did enjoy the thought of blood on tap but the machine really took the thrill out of the hunt. The machine couldn’t manipulate the girl’s mind, couldn’t make her think that she was a filthy whore that deserved her fate, couldn’t grind against the girl’s thigh as the life left her eyes. Sure, the blood was refreshing but this machine cut all the titillating enjoyment out of the kill.
He reached for Willow’s arm and pulled her in front of him, snaking his arm around her waist and pressing the bulge in his pants against her backside. “I’m not seeing the fun here, Willow. I always like to feel my victims tremble under me. Make me feel like God.”
Willow leaned back against him and rotated her hips. “Too bad for you. I’m not surprised that an old fogy like you wouldn’t be interested in the Golden Age of Technology.”
“Oh please,” Angelus hissed, nipping at her ear lobe. “I have seen you after a hunt, seen that glint in your eyes, smelled the arousal soaking your skin. Don’t deny it, slut. This new machine is killing you. It takes the fun out of everything.”
Willow pushed her bottom lip forward. He had a point. The girl had barely screamed while the machine was draining her but the Master’s argument seemed so persuasive too. For the first time in her unlife, she was starting to doubt her loyalties to her sire. And based on the amount of blood in that goblet, she guessed that one human would only feed one vampire and that wasn’t the case when she had fed with Xander.
“Welcome to the future!” The Master cheered, downing the contents of the goblet and staining his lips with crimson blood. It looked more like his lips had been stained with cherry Kool-Aid but that was the look he usually seemed to go for.
The zing of a crossbow dart pulled Willow and Angelus out of their reverie and the Master growled loudly as the dart embedded itself into his chest.
“What is the meaning of this?” he demanded, searching the room for an explanation.
Angelus’s eyes swept the room, burning with feral intensity. He was going to take down the Master and he refused to let anyone take that glory from him.
His eyes settled on a shadowed figure near the back of the room. It was a female, probably about 5’5” with scraggly, blond hair and an attitude problem. As she stepped into the glow of the fluorescent lights, he saw the crossbow as well as a black bag slung over her shoulder.
“Slayer,” Angelus snarled, releasing his grip on Willow and leaping off the stage.
Two boys in the cage started a riot and in moments the mortals had broken free. Willow instantly recognized the ringleaders as two White Hats, the filthy humans that insisted on carrying crosses and stakes wherever they went.
She followed Angelus and attacked the chubby one, easily snapping his neck and letting his body fall to the ground. “That was almost too easy,” she mused, stepping over his corpse.
She sauntered over to the other boy, ignoring the other fights that were occurring around her. As she closed the distance between them, the boy pulled out a wooden stake from his boot and Willow snarled.
“Back off, demon,” the boy said, mustering as much confidence as he could.
Willow arched an eyebrow and smiled softly. “That’s not how you talk to mama. Didn’t anyone ever teach you manners?”
She lunged forward and grabbed the boy’s wrist, bending it backwards until it made a satisfying crunch. The stake clattered to the ground between them. Then, she grabbed the boy by the scruff of the neck and slammed her knee into his stomach. He grunted in pain as several of his ribs cracked.
Tightening her grip on his neck, she cupped the boy’s crotch lifting him off the ground and throwing him into a cement wall. A feeling of satisfaction raced through her as she moved on to her next battle.
Across the room, Angelus had engaged the Slayer in a duel. He seemed to effortlessly block every punch and kick, including a roundhouse that came within a fraction of an inch of his skull.
He slammed the base of his palm into the girl’s nose and heard the sickening crunch of bones shattering. Her blood drenched his hand and he couldn’t resist the urge to lick the blood from his hand. It was the sweetest aphrodisiac he had ever tasted and he intended to take his time enjoying the richness of her blood.
His hand stretched forward and encircled her throat, pulling her body close to his and grinding his erection into her thigh. His free hand cupped her ass, roughly kneading the tender flesh.
“Can I watch, puppy? I want to see you remove the Slayer’s head.”
Angelus grinned, thrilled that his pet had approached them. He wanted her to see the beauty of the Slayer’s death, wanted her to rub herself into a frenzy when the Slayer’s blood hit the wall. But the coup de gras would be fucking her in the Master’s ashes once the Slayer was finished.
Angelus placed his other hand on top of the Slayer’s head and yanked her neck to one side, sinking his fangs into the exposed column of skin. The thick blood coursed down the back of his throat and his demon crowed in victory as the Slayer’s body fell limp in his arms. There was no machine on this god-forsaken planet that could duplicate these feelings. There was nothing wrong with doing it the old fashioned way.
He heard Willow moan as he dropped the body to the ground and he held out his arm for her to take.
“Ready to obey your real Master, Willow? I can make your world fun again. Just say the word.”
Willow gazed up at him through hooded, lustful eyes. She couldn’t deny the pull anymore. She wanted him to command her, to control her. Watching him kill the Slayer had made her realize the hold he had on her heart and she knew he wasn’t going to let go of her anytime soon. But she wasn’t ready to speak the words she knew he wanted to hear. He had one more thing to prove before she was willing to do that.
Chapter 7
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on 2008-06-14 02:06 pm (UTC)Don't worry. I've got plenty more yummy fics to write :)