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Willow glared at the blond. "Spike, would you stop with the 'Mine!' stuff already?"
"Willow," the blond frowned at her, "whether you want to admit it or not, you *are* mine now."
Fire flashed in the redhead's eyes. "And I told you before. I belong to no one."
"I bloody well claimed you, Red!"
"Claimed?" Came Wesley's strangled cry. "I thought he couldn't bite any longer."
"Can't. But made an exception for the Witch."
"Don't worry, Wesley. His head about ruptured in two when he did it," Willow reassured the former watcher.
"Then why did you do it?" This was really quite fascinating, he thought to himself. Why risk all that pain to claim the girl?
"Because she's mine and I wasn't lettin' Peaches over here claim her for himself."
"But Angel wouldn't. . ." Wesley began.
"He *did*!" Spike growled at the man.
Angel looked at the others, guilt written plainly on his face. "I, uh, got a little carried away this morning during one of my sessions with Willow."
"Oh, dear," murmured the proper Brit.
"Claimed?!" Cordelia's screech made the vampires cringe as the noise echoed through their sensitive ears. "Claimed, like for a mate?"
"No!" Angel and Spike both yelled emphatically, but for different reasons, while Willow looked between the two of them, a little hurt. What was wrong with having her as a mate? Was she really that bad?
"Taking a mate involves an exchange of blood and some ritualistic vows. I just claimed Willow, uh, as my property." The dark vampire looked sheepishly about the room.
Cordelia turned her gaze to the blond still holding her former classmate on his lap. "Then you claimed her?"
"Right." Spike nodded his head in agreement.
"So who does she belong to?"
"Me!" "No one!" Spike and Willow's words clashed as did their heated gazes.
Then a soft voice broke the silence. "Actually, she could belong to me, having the Right of the Sire."
Spike's gaze turned angrily to Angel. "You are *not* my true Sire, and you know it."
"As your Sire's Sire, I could and *you* know it, William," came the calm reply.
The blond vampire's grip tightened around Willow, as if afraid Angel would take her from him at any given moment. Then the redhead was slapping at his arms, gasping for breath. "Spike! Air! Breathe!"
He relaxed his grip and looked down at his witch. Yes, *his* witch. "Sorry, luv." He placed a soft kiss on her temple, shocking her into silence with his sudden display of tenderness.
Angel observed his grand-childe's behavior toward the petite redhead with a smirk on his face. Oh, yes. Someone had it bad. He had worried for Willow when he first suspected Spike's crush, but now, he thought it might not be a bad idea. Spike wasn't like other vampires, never had been. The way he'd looked after and pampered his princess, Dru, for decades was proof of that. He himself had only let her turn the vampire in front of him because he was getting tired of dealing with the rantings about stars, dollies and tea parties. He figured if he let her take a childe, someone else could take care of her, and Spike had done an admirable job of that.
The blond vamp stared his grand-sire straight in the eye. Angel was dissecting him, picking him apart mentally, he could see it. His softly spoken words were meant for Spike's ears only, being too low for the others to hear. "Take good care of her."
The blond merely nodded, tucking the witch's head beneath his chin and making an equally soft vow to his grand-sire. "I'll do nothing to hurt her."
Angel nodded his acceptance before turning his attention back to the others in the room. "Wesley, have you heard any word from your contacts regarding the vilnavons?"
"Yes, well, there is a chap I know in Turkey who thought he remembered seeing something in a book of his, but he couldn't remember the details. He was going to look and call me back, but other than that, nothing. Most of what the others have heard or read is the same information we already have."
"Delia, any new cases come in today?"
"What? Uh, no." The seer was still trying to mentally process everything she had seen and been told since she walked in on the two vampires and the witch earlier. "Oh! Willow, Buffy called. She wants you to call her back. Something about you were supposed to call her when you got here."
"Oh, no! I completely forgot. She must be worried sick. I'd better go call her now." The redhead tried to get up from the blonde's lap, but he held her in place.
Willow looked at Spike curiously. "Hurry back, luv. I think we need to talk ourselves."
"I agree," she murmured. She tried to stand up once again, only to be dragged back into the vampire's embrace for a soul searing kiss. The redhead's eyes widened in surprise, then slowly fluttered closed, giving into the temptation to return his ardor, opening her lips to his probing tongue.
Wesley cleared his throat and began examining the paint job on the ceiling. Cordy wrinkled her nose and let loose an "Eeeewwww!", and Angel merely chuckled at his grand-childe's possessive behavior.
When Spike finally released the witch's mouth, he took in her appearance. Flushed face, breathing heavily, lips swollen and red, her hair mussed. Yes, she looked right well kissed. With another soft brush of his lips, the vampire stood her on shaking legs and gave her behind a pat. "Better go call the Slayer before she steals the keys to the Watcher-mobile to speed up the highway. Don't want her to come here and start staking me and Peaches for keeping you from her."
Willow giggled, trying to picture Buffy driving Giles' car, pedal to the metal, hell bent on making her way to LA. "I think the top speed for Giles' car is 35 miles per hour. I don't think she'd be getting here any time soon."
"He's still driving that old hunk of junk?" the seer's voice floated back into the room as the two girls made their way downstairs to the phone.
"Angel, I think we should discuss. . ."
"Not right now Wesley. I need to talk to Spike, alone, if you don't mind."
"Right, well, uh, very well. But I would like a word with you later concerning Miss Rosenburg."
"I'll catch up with you tomorrow, Wes."
"Fine. I'll be in early. We can speak then. Well, I suppose I'll be leaving for the evening. Goodnight."
"'Night Wes." Angel watched the former watcher go, closing the door behind him.
"Bloody git's a bigger poof than you are."
"I don't want to talk about Wesley, Spike. We need to discuss Willow."
A wary look crept back into the eyes of the blond. "Told ya I'd take care of her. Look after her. I don't mean the witch any harm."
"I asked you once, and I'm asking you again. Do you love her?"
Spike's hard gaze wavered under the intense scrutiny of his grand-sire. "I don't know. I care for her. Didn't really think about it too much until we got here. And when I smelled your claim on her. . .," the blond turned accusing eyes on the dark vampire.
"You got jealous?"
"You always get them all first, don't you Peaches?"
"What are you talking about, Spike?" Angel was genuinely confused.
"Dru. Had her first. You're her bloody Sire. It was always 'Daddy this' and 'Daddy that'. And then there was that little blond in Madrid in '92. Remember her? The one with the eyes that were almost violet? You *knew* I wanted her, but you took her and drained her anyway. Then there was that pretty little brunette barmaid in '02 in Dublin. The one with the smoky voice and the big blue eyes. Turned her into a minion, you did before I could get to her. Then you staked her a week later when she accidentally sat on one of your charcoals. Said she smudged the bloody drawin' beyond repair. And then you went and claimed Red! She deserves better than you. Hell, she deserves better than me, but this time I'm *not* going to let you get away with it. I'm no young vamp anymore Angelus, I'm a fuckin' master vampire myself now and the witch is *mine*!"
By the time Spike had ended his tirade his eyes were glowing and his demon was pushed to the forefront as he glared at Angel. The elder vampire calmly looked at the raging demon and asked softly once again. "Do you love her?"
"Yes! Is that what you wanted to hear? Yes, I love the chit! I love how she smiles, how her eyes light up when she laughs. I love that she still treats me like a big bad even when I feel like less than one with this bloody chip in my head. I love her for standing up for me to the Slayer and the Watcher. I love how her blood tastes and how she moves against me when I drink from her. I love the way she smells, the way she looked after I kissed her silly. Yes, I love her. Are you happy now?"
Angel merely smiled at the blond and nodded. "Happy that you want Willow? No. Satisfied that you'll take care of her? Yes. And you're right, neither of us deserve her, so just make sure you remember that."
Spike blinked in stunned confusion. Did Peaches really just give him the go ahead to be with his witch? "Right. Will do."
The blond sat down on the bed again next to his grand-sire and pulled out a cigarette as he leaned against the headboard. "So, what exactly did the Powers tell you when you went on your little dream trip, eh?"
Angel looked nervously at Spike. "That was another thing I wanted to talk to you about, but I also need to speak to Willow."
"I'm here. Red's not. Spill your guts, mate."
"Well, it's like this. . ."
Willow's head jerked up to look toward the stairs when she heard Spike's usual curse of "BLOODY HELL!!!" ring through the hotel.
"I'm sorry Giles, what was that? I, uh, didn't catch that last part."
"I asked how things were going there. Has Angel been. . .careful with you?"
Willow blushed, glad her friends and Giles couldn't see it, because she knew it would give her away and then she'd be subjected to all kinds of questions, making the Spanish Inquisition look like a walk through the park and. . .oh, right. He's waiting for an answer. "Angel's been great, Giles. Honest. He's being really careful and it doesn't hurt that much at all."
The redhead glared at Cordelia as she let loose a snort of disbelief from her position next to Willow on a stool. The seer didn't need to look up from her Cosmo to feel the witch's eyes burning into her, but she couldn't resist.
"Yes, well I'm glad to hear that. Has Wesley been able to find out anything further on the vilnavons?"
"He just told us he had a possible lead in Turkey. Someone he knows is going to look it up in his books and let him know what he finds."
"Excellent. Hopefully they'll find a solution and everything can go back to normal."
Willow didn't comment on that. She didn't know if she could go back to being 'normal' Willow ever again. Had it really only been less than 24 hours since she was attacked? It seemed like eons ago, so much had happened.
"Yeah, well, so, is Buffy there? Because I tried the dorm, but she wasn't answering, so I thought maybe she was there with you."
"Actually, I sent her on an early patrol. She was very worried, since we hadn't heard from you yet." Willow felt guilt at the slight accusation in the older man's voice. "Her incessant pacing and grumbling to herself was starting to scare away the customers, so I thought it best if she took out her excess energy on the demon population."
"Oh, well, that's probably a good idea. I'm sorry I didn't call sooner Giles, but I've been really tired."
"Angel hasn't taken too much blood, has he?" Giles asked worried.
"No, nothing like that. I just mean, um, I had been up for over 24 hours straight and I can only sleep in 4 or 5 hour intervals before I have to get my neck sucked on again. I'm developing one heck of a vamp hickey here."
On the other end of the line the Watcher blushed and stammered. "Right. W-w-well right. Of course you would with all of the, uh, draining that you've been undergoing. Are there any other side effects that you've encountered so far?"
Willow thought about the recent actions of herself and the two vampires upstairs. Was the lust a side effect? Or was it normal with all vampires to react to feedings like that? Spike and Angel had both said feeding was a very sensual act for their kind. Maybe they reacted that way every time they drank the blood of a human for all she knew.
"Willow?" Giles voice in her ear brought her out of her musings.
"Huh? Oh, right. No, none that I can think of right now. Look Giles, I'm still kind of beat, so I think I'm going to grab something to eat really fast and then head upstairs for some more sleepy time before I have to, you know, go get drunk again."
"Of course. I'll tell Buffy you called and all's well. Give us a call tomorrow if you can. I'm sure she and the others would like to speak with you themselves. We have a research session planned for sevenish."
Ok, will do. Give everyone my love and I'll talk to you again around seven tomorrow then."
"Right. Well, goodnight Willow."
"Night Giles."
Willow hung up the phone and just stared at it.
"You didn't tell him."
The redhead turned green eyes on the seer who was sitting there watching her, the magazine forgotten on the counter now. "What am I supposed to say Cordy? I've been claimed by two master vampires in the last twelve hours and I gave Angel a happy, but he's not gonna lose his soul because I'm the one that cursed him with it?"
"Guess that wouldn't go over very well, would it? Especially with Buffy."
"Buffy?"
"Yeah, remember? Buffy. . .and Angel. . . True tortured love for all eternity. You, making with the happies with her own personal vamp. Any of this ringing a bell? Making sense? You used to be really good at being the first on the uptake."
The redhead groaned and dropped her head to the wooden countertop, then proceeded to bounce her head off it several times. How could she have forgotten Buffy in all of this mess? Angel had, and she had. . .his fingers had. . .and then she had. Oh, Goddess! What has she gotten herself into?
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