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Shanna
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The pink rays of dawn were just beginning to spread over the city as Spike pulled the DeSoto up to Angel's building. Looking nervously toward the skyline, he reached down to shake the sleeping witch's shoulder.
"Red, we're here. Sun's almost up. Have to hurry, luv."
When she didn't respond, he tried again, shaking her a bit harder. "Witch! Get up. We have to get inside."
When he once again got no response, he focused his senses and caught the pounding of her heart, an abnormal racing rhythm. She was flushed and her forehead was damp, her breathing slightly labored. "Bloody hell!"
The vamp threw open his door and dragged the redhead out and up into his arms before kicking the door shut, leaving their bags in the back seat. He hurried up to the front door and kicked it with his booted foot, waiting for someone to answer it. He threw another nervous look over his shoulder at the lightening sky.
The door was yanked open by Angel, who stood there in black dress pants and an open gray silk shirt. "It's about time you got here." He grumbled and yanked Spike through the door.
"And hello to you too Angelus," Spike said sarcastically. "Did you order takeout? One redheaded witch, O neg, to go, I believe. And don't forget it's customary to tip 15%." The blond made his way further into the lobby before turning to look at the dark vampire, becoming serious.
"She was sleeping on the way, but I can't get her to wake up. I think she needs drained again."
"How long's it been since you've fed from her?" Angel questioned as he motioned for Spike to follow him with the witch. He led them to up to his room and indicated Willow be laid upon the bed.
"'Bout three and a half, four hours. Didn't take all that much though. Watcher decided I'd had enough." He deposited the flushed girl on the black satin comforter. "Probably best if you use the same wound she's been bleeding from. It's here." He stepped closer and tugged the elastic neckline of her peasant blouse down to reveal the gauze bandage to his grand-sire.
"Right." Angel looked down at the redhead anxiously. He was nervous. He hadn't had human blood since. . .well, he didn't want to think about that. He prided himself on being able to survive on animal blood. Would this set him back? Would he start craving humans again? Would he be able to stop or would he end up killing Willow?
"Peaches!" The blonde's sharp tone caught Angel's attention. "You need to feed from her *now*! If you can't, open her up and I'll do it again."
Angel looked as if he were considering Spike's offer until he heard his next muttered comments. "Wouldn't mind tasting her again at all. Feelin' her blood fillin' my mouth. . ."
"No!" He moved around the bed and pushed the blond away from the witch. "I'll do it. I don't trust you, chip or no chip."
"Nice to know you think so highly of me Sire." The blond grumbled.
"And I should trust you not to suck the slayer's best friend dry why?" Angel questioned as he gently removed the bandage from Willow's neck. He looked down at the girl, worried, but for a different reason this time. He could sense what Spike had while in the car. Her heartbeat was very irregular and rapid.
"Red's the best of that lousy bunch. She at least treats me with respect. Doesn't talk down to me like the others. 'Sides," his trademark smirk firmly back in place, "she tastes too good to waste all in one sitting. You'll see what I mean."
The dark vampire glared at the blond before turning his attention back to the unconscious witch. Taking an unneeded breath to brace himself, he lifted the girl into his arms and let his face morph. He leaned closer and as gently as possible slid his fangs into the twin holes left by the vilavons' attack. Angel closed his eyes as the first rush of Willow's blood filled his mouth. He had to push down the groan that rose to his lips as the warmth slid down his throat and his demon rattled its cage in delight. Spike had been right. Her blood was sweeter than the finest wine. There was something about it, something he couldn't place, but it had an addictive quality to it. He was going to have to be very careful not to take too much.
He instead focused his attention on her heartbeat, her breathing and tried to listen and find a point where he felt it would be safe for him to stop. His hand gently held the back of her head, his face buried in her neck. He inhaled and caught the faint scent of raspberries and vanilla. He had always associated those with Willow since his time in Sunnydale. It wasn't a perfume, but most likely a body wash or lotion. His senses were becoming overloaded between her smell and her taste. He pulled the witch closer and drank deeply, savoring the feeling of her warm blood coating his tongue.
A muffled moan finally slipped from his lips. Angel was in heaven, but at the same time he felt a mountain of self-disgust overcome him for feeling those very emotions. This was Willow. Sweet, innocent Willow and here he was getting aroused from feeding from her, Buffy's best friend.
So lost in thought was he that Angel never noticed when the witch regained consciousness. He never noticed the change in her breathing, but Spike did. Even though her eyes were still closed, she was lost in that limbo between sleep and awareness, the blond knew the instant she became aware of the sensations caused by his grand-sire drinking from her. A tongue darted out to lick her lips and she arched up into the embrace, turning her head slightly to give the vamp better access to her neck. Her arms slid up to embrace the dark vampire, holding him close to her. Spike clenched his fists, remembering when she had held him so just hours ago. The feeling of her fingers twisted in his hair, holding him to her, the soft moans she emitted as he suckled her life's essence from her. And now she was wrapping herself around his grand-sire. A growl began deep in his throat. It should be him holding her, drinking from her. He had tasted her first.
At the sound of Spike's low growl, Willow's eyes popped open and she found herself meeting blue eyes ringed with gold as he watched from several feet away, his face set in anger. Her attention was drawn away from the chipped vamp by a deep pulling sensation on her neck which sent a bolt of desire running through her body. She let out a soft gasp that grew into a ragged moan, her fingers moving up to massage the neck of the person bent over her. She pressed herself closer to the cool body wrapped around her, feeling her breasts crushed against a hard chest.
Angel finally became aware of Willow's wakefulness when he felt her fingers gently rub his neck and the nails of her other hand dig into his back through his shirt. Her soft moan of pleasure was a surprise and it shocked him back to reality. He once again concentrated on the vital signs he could sense and drank just a minute or so more before feeling he should stop.
Willow's eyes were glazed with desire as they flickered open and once more green eyes locked with angry blue. The blond vamp moved closer and gripped the end of the bed, watching his grand-sire drinking from his witch. His witch? Blue eyes widened at the thought. When had that happened. Oh, bullocks! He was jealous of his bloody grand-sire again. Every single fuckin' time!
Angel felt the redhead pressing up against his body and smelled her arousal. His demon was screaming at him. 'Take her! She wants us! Look at her, pushing herself against us, smell her! Take her! She's *ours*!' He slid his fangs from her with great effort and gently laved at the bite until he felt it begin to clot. He pulled back slowly, his body tense with desire, and saw the same emotion reflected in dazed green eyes. This was going to be a rough few days.
"Willow," he questioned softly, "are you ok? Can you tell if I took enough? Did I take too much?"
The haze began to lift and the redhead realized she was still clutching at Angel, her fingers were tangled in his soft hair. Green eyes widened in embarrassment and with a startled "Eeep!" she backed up and away from the vampire until she ran into the headboard. "Owww!"
Rubbing her head, she babbled, "Angel? Oh, goddess. I'm so. . .I mean I didn't mean to. . .uh, that is I feel fine, thank you." The blush flooding her cheeks was monumental and she was too embarrassed to meet the dark vampire's gaze. Instead she turned her attention to Spike, who was glaring stakes at Angel's back.
"Spike?" Blue eyes swung to meet green, softening slightly.
"Yes, Red?"
"When did we get here? Why didn't you wake me up?"
"Tried. You were out cold again. Got here just before dawn and had Peaches here drink ya down ASAP."
"Oh." The redhead finally turned her gaze to the dark vampire who was still sitting on the edge of his bed as she rested against the headboard. "Um, thanks Angel. I appreciate your, um, ya know." She murmured with a wave of her hand, indicating her neck. "I don't mean to be such a pain."
Angel sighed in relief. This was the old Willow he knew. Shy, slightly awkward, this Willow he could handle. Moaning, writhing aroused Willow was another story. Maybe she had just been dreaming before she woke up and it carried over.
"It's no problem Willow. Don't worry about it."
"Oh, right, cause you have fangs and can bite and drink and. . .ummm, this isn't coming out very well. But anyway, thanks again. So, has Wesley heard anything from his contact yet, cause no offense, but I'd rather not be a walking blood bank for the rest of my life, ya know?"
"I wouldn't mind in the least, luv. Be more than happy to make as many withdrawals as you need." Spike waggled his brows at her.
Willow rolled her eyes. "We've been over this Spike. You tried to bite me and you can't."
Angel turned brown eyes on his grand-childe. "You tried? The chip wouldn't let you, even though she needed relieved of the excess?"
A sullen look came over the blonde's face as he moved to sit on the bed next to the redhead, crossing his booted feet on the satin comforter before Angel knocked them off. "Boots off, William."
"Always were a neat freak, Angelus. And yes, I tried to bite her. Well, into the bite mark there." His finger lightly brushed against the tender pink flesh still exposed and only slightly oozing, causing Willow to shudder. He raised the bloody digit to his lips and licked it, eyes closed as he savored the flavor before he dropped his hand back to his lap. "It had closed over, but I couldn't even bite once the Watcher reopened it. Bloody chip!" He threw the unlit cigarette across the room in anger.
Turning away from his grand-childe, Angel moved his attention back to the redhead. "We should set up a schedule so that we can get into a pattern. We don't want you passing out again and I think the best way to do that is to figure out how long you can go between, uh, feedings, before you begin feeling sick. So we'll start from here. I took quite a bit, now are you sure I didn't take too much? Are you feeling dizzy or lightheaded at all?"
"No, I feel fine Angel. Better than I was when I went to sleep in the car. I was feeling dizzy then."
"Ok, what I need you to do is stay awake for a while. >From what Spike told me it had been three or four hours from the last time he had fed from you. So, we'll base it off of that. But I need you to pay close attention to your body. What symptoms did you have when you passed out at the Magic Box?"
"Witch said she was dizzy, head hurt, stomach ached and her heart was racing. Then she slid off her chair onto the floor before we could get more out of her."
"Anything else Willow?"
The redhead glared at the vamp for relaying her earlier embarrassing moment. "Well, everything sounded really far away, you know, kind of muffled."
"All right, when you start feeling any of those things, I want you to come and get me, ok? Wake me up and we'll wait a little while until we see how things progress, then I'll drain some more. I'm going to be right here. I'm goint to get some sleep, but don't hesitate to wake me. Does that work for you?"
"Ok," she said shyly. She didn't want to think about having to come into Angel's bedroom to wake him up. She wondered if he slept in the nude. She knew Spike did. Found that out real fast when she went to ask him to go to Giles' apartment one day. She walked into the crypt, figuring he was asleep, which he was. Laying there like a marble statue, all muscles and sinew. Pale as pale can be and naked as the day he was born. Willow felt herself blushing again at her wayward thoughts. 'Bad Willow! Concentrate. Angel's talking to you.'
". . .if that's ok with you, I'll show you both where you can stay. Did you bring anything with you?"
"Left the bags in the car. Wanted to get the witch inside before I turned to ash and kinda had my hands full at the time anyway."
"Not a problem. I'll leave a note downstairs for Delia or Wesley to bring them in when they get here."
"I can go get them. I'm going to be staying up anyhow. It will give me something to do for, oh, about two minutes."
Angel chuckled. "All right. Go ahead and get your bags and I'll show Spike his room. I have a library downstairs that you're more than welcome to use while you're here Willow. Maybe you could find something down there to read until Delia or Wes get in."
The redhead grinned at the dark vampire. "Sounds like a plan." She moved to scoot off the bed, only to be stopped by a hand on her arm. She looked over at Spike curiously. "What?"
"You've got something right . . .here. . .luv." He leaned over and swirled his tongue along the last traces of blood on her neck before pulling back, smacking his lips. "Good to the last drop." He winked at her, ignoring his grand-sire's dark look.
Willow blushed and bit her lip to stifle a soft sigh at the feel of his cool tongue on her skin again. "Uh, thanks," the witch mumbled as she finally scooted to the edge of the bed, then took off down the steps and out into the sunlight to retrieve their bags.
"What the hell was that, Spike?" Angel demanded.
"Don't know what you mean, Poof," the blond said with false innocence as he examined his chipped nail polish.
The dark haired vamp frowned at his mischievous grand-childe. "Willow's a sweet girl. Stay away from her. The last thing she needs is you playing mind games with her."
"So says the man that killed her fishies and left them strung up like Christmas lights."
Guilt filled Angel's eyes. "That wasn't me. I wasn't myself then," he said softly.
"You're right. It wasn't Angel. It was Angelus." Spike turned to look his grand-sire in the eyes. "And Angelus was here this morning, wasn't he Peaches? He was in your head, talking to you, egging you on when you had your fangs sunk in that deliciously soft skin, wasn't he? What did he want you to do? Drain her? Take her? Turn her?"
Angel looked away guiltily. "All of it."
"Well, that's another reason I'm here. I'm not going to let *you* hurt her, Sire. You're not part of her world anymore. You left them and yeah, I didn't plan on helping the Slayer, not in a million years, but I'm stuck. And the chit's been decent to me. Keep everything but your fangs off of her, got it? Now show me where my damn room is!" The blond moved off the bed and stalked out into the hall.
Angel watched his grand-childe stride out the door in disbelief, then a smile slowly brightened his features. "Someone's got a crush," he said to himself before getting up and following after the blond. "This is definitely going to be a very interesting few days to say the least."
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