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whedon and the Wb and mutant enemy.
Angel watched her through the window, listening in amusement
to Spike questioning her about where she had been and what she had been
doing. The witch was fidgeting, trying desperately to get Spike to
leave the room. Only after the blond vampire gave up and disappeared from
sight, did Willow remove her scarf. The dark vampire smirked, pleased to
see his mark. The bite contrasted beautifully against her pale skin.
Turning, he stalked quickly into the dorm, intent on having
Willow in his arms again. He paused at the doorway of her dorm room, waiting
for her to turn around. He chuckled softly, and watching her back stiffen.
Slowly, the small redhead turned around to face him.
"What you doing here Angel?", she demanded angrily. He smirked
catching the slight tremble in her voice.
'She's afraid', the ensouled vampire realized, 'good.'
"Can I come in?", Angel asked, catching her verdant gaze in
an effort to gauge her reaction. He could feel the nervousness washing off
of Willow's small frame in waves.
"I, I, --what are you doing here Angel?", she asked again,
ignoring his question, her voice higher.
"Are you sure you want to discuss this with me out here?",
he asked slyly, gesturing to illustrate the fact that he was still standing
in the very public hallway.
"I think you should just go home back to L.A. where you belong
Angel", the witch said shakily, with an air of finality. Deliberately, she
turned her back to him, and the vampire had to wonder just who his witch
thought she was dealing with.
He moved across the room quickly, and spun her around to face
him. "But, I think, we should talk Willow", he said, grasping her wrist
firmly. The redhead gasped in shock.
"You can't... How? I didn't invite you."
Angel chuckled darkly. "Buffy did, ages ago Willow,
you should really find out who she's inviting into your room."
He slipped his arm about her, dragging her easily against
him. Angel's other hand slid into her short, red locks.
"Let me go Angel", Willow begged softly. The vampire growled,
remembering how just recently she had begged for other things.
"That's not at all what you wanted yesterday", he purred silkily
against her ear, leaning down closely so he could draw in her sweet scent.
"That was a mistake", she whimpered, half heartedly trying
to pull herself from his grip on her arms.
"Yesterday? The day before? Or last week, Willow?", Angel
demanded, nuzzling her cheek, before moving his mouth down along the side
of her neck. The fingers buried in her hair, tightened almost painfully,
forcing her to arch her neck into his touch. He used the tip of his tongue
to lave the bluish mark that marred the perfect ivory softness just above
her pounding pulse point.
"Buffy...Buffy could walk in at any moment. T-this is her
room too", Willow gasped. The dark vampire grinned wickedly, allowing
his fangs to scrape along the same path his tongue had traveled over seconds
"Let her," he growled, allowing his true face to slide into
place as he suckled her soft skin into his mouth again.
"Don't!", she moaned, pushing frantically against his chest.
Angel chuckled darkly, before biting down harshly. He purred in pleasure
as Willow's hot blood flooded his mouth.
"Mine!", he growled, lifting his mouth from her flesh, not
bothering to wipe the trickle rich, red liquid that escaped from his lips.
"You begged me to make you mine", Angel whispered, looking
down into his witch's wide, green eyes. "I won't let you go. Not now, not
ever", he added harshly, before capturing her lips without warning in a
searing kiss that forced her mouth open. He plunged his tongue into the
warm depths of her mouth, almost brutally.
The vampire heard the soft moan that escaped her unwillingly
as she stubbornly continued to try to resist. She was failing miserably,
trying to push him away only to drag him closer. Willow was his, they both
knew it. He had only to force her to accept it.
"Why did you leave?", he demanded, once he lifted his lips
The slender young woman stared up at him, her gaze tearing
as she tried to catch the breath he'd stolen.
"Because this is where I belong," Willow responded softly.
"This is my home. Everything I've ever known is here. They need me Angel."
The dark vampire nodded slowly. All of that was true, at least
from where she was standing, but he couldn't, wouldn't accept it for them,
he wouldn't let go. Not without a fight.
"What happened last night Willow?"
He saw her eyes widen slightly, telling him he'd hit on some
"What makes you think something happened last?", she demanded,
her voice shaking.
"Did they even notice? Did they even know you were gone Willow?",
Willow looked away from him, staring at the other bed in the
"Willow?", he whispered, capturing her chin in his large hand,
and forcing her to look at him. Her eyes refused to meet his, and suddenly
Angel knew he was right. They hadn't even noticed. He couldn't believe
"Tara and Spike noticed", Willow said, defending her friends.
The vampire nodded, not surprised that the little blond witch had noticed
Willow's absence. After all, she had spent a major Sabbat camped out in
his living room.
"Did she know where you were?", Angel asked curiously.
"Yes", the witch answered, softly, glancing toward the door,
worriedly, Angel sniffed the air, catching the scent of something on it,
familiar but he couldn't figure out what it was or where he'd smelled it
before. Someone, not Buffy, was to the door. He could feel a presence
hesitating. Finally there was a knock, and Angel slowly released his hold
on Willow, wondering who it could possibly be.
Freed, the witch moved quickly. Pulling the door open, a relieved
smile formed on her lips when Tara came into view. The blond witch noticed
him immediately and offered an apologetic smile and a slight wave.
"Sorry to bug you Willow, but I sort of have a problem", the
blond girl said hesitatingly.
Angel's gaze hardened. He could see how eager Willow
was to talk to the other witch. She was eager for any excuse
to get away from him. That could not be allowed.
Tara looked at him, her expression odd.
"You know," Tara said quietly, "it looks like you're in the
middle of something here. Nevermind Willow. I can get it worked out
by myself. That might be better anyway.", The blond sounded a bit
nervous, and Angel had to wonder if she could somehow feel his barely leashed
demon demanding that he drag Willow away from the girl, and remind her that
she belonged to him.
The blond's gaze caught the vampire's, and he saw something
powerful flash behind her eyes. Angel had the strangest feeling he'd just
been warned not to hurt the hacker, despite that fact that Tara had said
not a word. For just a fleeting moment the witch had seemed as strong as
"Tara, wait...", Willow urged desperately, her voice trailing
off. Although the other girl had to have heard the panic in her friend's
voice, she choose to ignore it. The girl walked quickly out of the room
without turning back.
"What did you do?!", his witch growled, turning back to face
Angel chuckled. Done? He hadn't done anything that's what
was so funny.
Giving him an exasperated look, Willow walked away. Angel
sighed, moving quickly to block her only exit, and closed the door again.
"Now where were we Willow?", he asked cockily, advancing on
her again. She drew back, and his nose twitched. He could smell her
fear, and while one part of him felt guilty for frightening her, the other
part of him, the primal, male part, crowed at the knowledge that she was
smart enough to be wary. He wouldn't harm her, he could never harm her,
but that didn't mean he wasn't dangerous. Willow knew that. And he
knew that she loved him, all of him.
"Angel please... let this go", she whispered, looking up at
him with liquid emerald eyes. The vampire shook his head and smiled down
at her showing a hint of fang. He couldn't do that, she was a part
The warrior for the Powers leaned forward, capturing the young
woman's lips once more. The kiss was hungry, deep. His hands moved
to twine in the silky strands of her hair, holding her against him.
Angel growled softly as her lips parted, and her tongue met
his in desperate combat. He could feel her resolve weakening, as she sagged
into his arms, her own circling his powerful shoulders.
"No", she gasped, jerking away from him suddenly. "This is
what got us into trouble in the first place." Willow swallowed, looking
down at her hands.
"Trouble? That's what you consider what happened between us?
Trouble?", the dark haired vampire asked, sounding hurt.
Willow immediately looked contrite, but continued. "It was
wrong Angel, we shouldn't have... I should never have let it happen", the
witch murmured softly.
He gently caressed her cheek, enjoying the tactile feeling
of her velvety skin. "Why does this have to be wrong, Willow?", he
asked leaning in again to press a soft kiss to her lips before drawing back
"I...I, Buffy--!", she gasped, looking past him, her face
paling. Angel turned, the blond Slayer stood in the doorway, a shell-shocked
expression on her face.
"Buffy?", Willow gasped her friend's name again, before pulling
away from Angel and running from the dorm room, leaving Angel to face the
"Go on Angel. You didn't come all this way to let her walk
out, did you?", Buffy demanded. The vampire could see the blond fighting
to hold on to her composure.
"I'm sorry", he whispered. The last thing he had wanted to
do was hurt his ex-girlfriend like this. He hadn't meant for her to
find out like this.
"Later", the Slayer said shortly. "Go get Willow." The blond
stood there stiffly, her hazel eyes demanding that he do just that.
"Thank you", he whispered, before disappearing down the hallway.
Vaguely, he thought he heard her murmur, "Don't run too hard Wills, the
old man might get winded."
Angel smiled to himself. Even in pain, Buffy truly loved
Willow more then herself. Willow could feel the tears that threatened to
overflow from her eyes. She sobbed softly, wishing that Angel's arms were
around her, while at the same time hating herself for it.
The red haired hacker looked down at her feet, feeling more
then a little guilty. She'd done something wrong, something unforgivable,
and he wouldn't let it go. What happened between them shouldn't have. She
didn't belong with him, and he certainly didn't belong with her, no matter
how much she wanted him to. She had no right to Angel. He belonged
to Buffy and could never be hers.
She fought back another round of sobs. Realizing abruptly,
that standing in the middle of a Sunnydale street at night wasn't exactly
the safest thing to do, she began to walk. Even in her current state of
mind, Willow was anything but stupid.
As she walked, she circled her arms about her waist, trying
to offer herself some comfort. She needed him. She needed him more
then she could ever recall needing anyone, even Xander, and she'd run from
Would Angel forgive her? Would he even want her now
that he'd seen Buffy? Could she really compare what had seemed so extraordinary
only days before, with what he and the Slayer had shared? To Willow, intoxicating
was far too tame a word for what she and Angel had shared. Never had she
experienced anything like the white hot passion that flared between them,
somehow born, or perhaps nurtured by the comfortable friendship they had
Scende la notte, tranquillitàà Piano il buio
respiraSolo la luna veglieràà Con argento ci coprirààDal
grande cielo splenderàà Solo la luna veglieràà
She wiped angrily at the tears, wanting to hate herself for
her weakness, for the weakness of wanting and loving someone she shouldn't.
The redhead found herself wondering how it could be so easy for him. How
could he simply appear to cast off his love for Buffy? Why hadn't things
stayed simple? Why had she gone to him? Why had she allowed things to happen
as they had?
It wasn't like this was really that sudden. It wasn't as though
she had been unaware of the slow changes that had taken place in her relationship
with the vampire over the past months. Anymore then she was surprised by
the tender kiss that had been pressed to her lips, when she'd cried herself
out the night Oz left. That night she hadn't gone to Buffy. No, that
night she'd found comfort in the arms of her other best friend.
La luna della notte Dolcemente ci proteggeràà
La luna della notte Dolcemente ci proteggeràà
When exactly had he gone from being her best friend to something
else? She frowned thoughtfully. It was somewhere between his leaving,
and Buffy dating Riley and having no time for her.
She supposed it was only natural to have found common ground
with him. Angel had been there for her when the others had been too busy,
or too tired of hearing about her pain.
He'd even found humor in the fact that her 'will be done spell'
had lead to Spike and Buffy believing themselves in love. Angel had been
beside himself. He hadn't been able to stop laughing, and oddly it was the
first time, that the vampire hadn't brooded for days after the mere mention
of the Slayer's name. Willow almost smiled, thinking of all the things they
had shared with each other.
Scende la notte, e lei èè la Su tutto'l cielo
lei regna Con gentilezza lel guarderàà Illuminando la sera
Con gentilezza lel guarderàà Illuminando la sera
The loss of Doyle, and how heavily it had weighed not only
on him but on Cordelia as well. She'd returned the favor, helping him through
his pain, as he had with hers. She had held him, the way he had held
Willow sighed and pushed her hair back out of her face. She
drew in a calming breath, and began to walk at a quicker pace, when her
house came into view. 'Her parents house, actually', she amended mentally
as she reached the front steps. Already she could feel her mind whispering
the truth against her senses. She'd felt more at home, over the last couple
weeks in L.A., than she had for the last four years in this house. L.A.
wasn't so strange really, at least not with Angel by her side.
She shivered delicately as the memory of the vampire's touch
washed over her. She groaned, and forced herself up the stairs to the front
door as her mind replayed exactly what had happened. What had preceded
their move from friends to lovers.
La luna della notte Dolcemente ci proteggeràà
La luna della notte Dolcemente ci proteggeràà
Her heart pounded in her ears as she recalled the sound of
his voice whispering her name over and over, as he pressed his mouth to
her neck. The feel of him, as her arms held him closer as comfort gave way
to passion. How his hands had trembled as they uncovered her pale flesh.
The feel of his lips caressing hers. His whispered Gaelic words, as he slowly
joined their flesh for the first time. The feeling of falling asleep with
his cool, hard body pressed intimately against her own.
'Oh Goddess', she whispered breathlessly, forcing her thoughts
away from the memories. The redhead exhaled harshly, and propelled
herself up the stairs to her room. She was not surprised to see that
little had changed since the last time she'd been there. She sat on her
bed, not bothering to turn on the lights. All she wanted to do was
curl up and sleep. To allow herself to get lost in her memories.
She wanted him, she knew. Willow realized as she sat there,
that she wanted to take back all the things she'd said to him. Whether this
was a mistake or not, there was no denying, she wanted Angel.
Luna non veglieràà Fuggiràà
End La Luna 'La Luna' Music: Antonin Dvoráák,
adapted by Frank Peterson Lyrics: Chiara Ferraùù