Touch of Evil
Part 10 Four Months Later There was something about techno music, with it's pounding incessant beats, that freed a person's souls, driving away whatever anchored it. It contained a wild, primitive purity that managed to siphon those dancing to it off from reality. You couldn't help but give yourself over to the fierce beauty of the music. It was a secret Willow was only just learning, and it thrilled her, making her heart pound erratically to the beat of the music. Another secret was that you could dance as spastically as you wanted and nobody cared. Even the worst dancers were decent when gyrating to the synthetic rhythm of techno. As Willow danced within the sea of the nameless, faceless crowd, she felt absolutely unselfconscious. That usually didn't happen while Willow was dancing. Panting slightly from the exertion of her nonstop dancing, Willow looked around for Adrian. It was hard to focus her eyes on any one object for long since the dizzying changes of the strobe light kept her eyes in constant dilation, but she eventually caught sight of him not far from where she was dancing. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, his mouth turned downwards in an angry pout. He'd been in pretty much the same position since they'd arrived. It had been Willow's idea to come here, and Adrian had been far less than enthusiastic. He didn't want to come here- not to a bustling underground club in the center of Venice, where they would be around strangers all night. "That's exactly the kind of element we should avoid. It's the kind of place vampires like to frequent- and any vampire could be a tie to Angelus. Do you want Angelus to find you just because you had to go dancing one night?" Willow had already known every excuse Adrian gave. He was right- going dancing was precisely what she should not be doing if she wanted to remain undiscovered by Angelus, but that still hadn't stopped her. They'd been in Italy for 4 months and they'd spent all of it hidden away in their small cabin in the countryside, their only company, aside from each other, being the small village 4 miles east of their house. It wasn't that Willow didn't enjoy spending all that time alone with Adrian. She just needed a night out, without worrying about vampires and demons out to make you their immortal brides. Besides, Willow just couldn't bear being so close to Venice, a city she had often dreamed about visiting when she was stuck in Sunnydale, and not spending some time enjoying it. When Willow had insisted on coming, her resolve face firmly in place, Adrian had been left with no choice but to accompany her. "But I won't enjoy it. And I definitely won't be dancing." Adrian, having laid down those conditions, was making sure he firmly abided by them. Annoyed and distracted by Adrian's refusal to loosen up, Willow danced her way over to where he was standing. She had to maneuver her way around a group of young Italian beauties who, she couldn't help but notice, were all checking out Adrian, throwing admiring glances his way which he steadfastly ignored. Willow took great pleasure in slithering up to Adrian, sliding her arms up and around his neck and drawing his lips to hers for a passionate kiss. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the pack of girls glaring at her, openly jealous. Willow couldn't help the pleasure it gave her.
When they pulled apart, Adrian's expression had softened a bit, but not much. Willow had learned there were few people as good at being stubborn as Adrian. Of course, Willow was pretty good at it herself, which led to some pretty interesting arguments between the couple. "So, does this mean you've gotten this yearning to let loose out of your system and you're ready to go?" Willow smiled seductively, shaking her head so strands of her hair whipped back and forth. Grabbing hold of his hand, Willow pulled Adrian into the crowd. "Dance with me." It was a command, not a request, and before Adrian could open his mouth to protest, Willow had spirited him into the center of the dance floor and had her body pressed intimately against his. It wasn't exactly the right kind of music for full body contact, but Willow didn't care. She was tired of Adrian's temper tantrum, and she was gonna do whatever it took to cheer him up. Besides, Willow never shied away from an excuse to be close to Adrian. He resisted at first, remaining stiff and unmoving, but he wasn't able to resist for long. What, with Willow backside brushing up against Adrian's crotch and her hands running up and down the side of his legs. In no time, Willow was able to feel the effects of her dancing, as his arousal pressed into her back. Knowing he was beat, Adrian wrapped his arms around Willow's waist and began to move with her body. He buried his face in her neck and she heard the barely audible groan escape his lips as she pressed her body even closer to his. They danced that way for awhile, each enjoying the feel of the others body. Willow had never fully realized the sensual nature of dancing before. The friction between their bodies was making Willow ache with unreleased longing. The music went from driving, techno beats to the slow, insinuating rhythms of reggae. The friction became a pleasurable agony when, copying the moves of other couples, Willow turned around and straddled Adrian's leg as they continued to move against each other. Each thrust of his thigh against her crotch sent pulses of heat through her sex and up towards her abdomen. Though their movements were slow and deliberate, the effects were leaving Willow panting for breathe, her body moistening from sweaty desire. The rest of the room died away, leaving only Adrian and Willow. Not caring who was watching, Willow's lips met Adrian's, her delicate hands grasping the back of his head, pressing his lips hard against hers. Becoming more and more aroused by the feel of Adrian's body against hers, Willow felt her need growing stronger than ever before. For four months Willow had been holding steadfast in her moral resolve to wait for her wedding night. Not that she had been playing the vestal virgin all this time. Many a night they had fallen asleep, naked and spent from intensely passionate couplings. However, Willow never allowed things to go too far. What she was waiting for, though, she couldn't exactly say. As always, a powerful cloud of lust began to overshadow Willow's reservations. She felt her body being carried on a wave of intense sexual desire. Before they got too out of control, Adrian disentangled himself from Willow and led her silently out of the club. As they made their way out of the club headed for the privacy of their car, neither noticed the dark haired figure standing within the corner shadows of the club, watching their hurried retreat. Silently she followed them, an invisible shadow seen by no one. Inside the plush interior of the Mercedes, Adrian and Willow fell into each other's arms. The dark corner of the parking lot gave them shelter from the curious eyes of passerbys, though they were barely thinking of such matters. Driven by an animalistic lust, Willow barely noticed the various pieces of clothing she was quickly losing as their embrace became more and more heated. Adrian nibbled on Willow's earlobe, causing her to shiver in delight. "You're so beautiful, Willow." Adrian's whisper held an intensity of emotion that penetrated straight to Willow's heart. "I thank the Gods everyday that you came into my life. Without you I'm nothing." He moved his lips down to caress the soft skin of her jawline, his words carried on the warm kisses he placed there. "I know I don't tell you this enough. You deserve to hear it every moment of everyday. I don't know what I'd do without you. I couldn't go on. If you were gone then I would be gone." He moved his face upwards so it was level with Willow's own, his forehead resting against hers, their mouths mere centimeters apart. "I'm not saying this well, I know. I just can't find the words to make you realize how important you are to me." Willow silenced Adrian with a kiss, a mere brushing of her lips against his. "I know, Adrian. You don't have to explain it to me because my heart knows deep down, even if my mind doesn't always. I know because I can feel the counterpart of everything you're saying inside myself. I feel you in my heart because it's where you've always belonged. You were in my heart before we ever met. It's always been you, and it always will be." Eyes radiating love towards each other, they didn't even kiss. It was enough just to hold each other, and Willow knew why they weren't rushing to have sex. The emotion was so strong it sustained and filled every desire. They stayed, kissing and embracing in the backseat of the car until the club closed its doors and the street surrounding the club was near empty. Reluctantly, they moved back to the front seat to prepare for the long drive back to the villa. Merging with the shadows that lurked around the edges of the parking lot, Angelus stalked his prey with a cunning and stealth that was all part of his nature. He watched as the couple got in their car, the woman's red hair igniting the vampire's passion like a flare. His expression darkened as the couple quickly melted into an embrace, their bodies melding to form one, lascivious entity. Enraged by the sight, Angelus reached for the nearest object to him and found himself crushing a discarded liquor bottle in his bare hand. Starring with detached interest, he watched the blood dripping in thin rivulets from the wounds on his palm. Halfheartedly, he licked the blood away enjoying the fiery path it burned down his throat. His rage combined with the blood lust, and before he had even decided on his course, he was across the lot, ripping the car door open. Grabbing the redhead by her hair, he sank his fangs into her throat, tearing the skin open with an animal abandon. Effortlessly, he knocked her lover aside. When he had drunk his full, he discarded her lifeless body to the dirty street and reached for the unconscious man. Blood poured from a wound on his head, a product of the steering wheel Angelus had flung him against. In moments, Angelus had drained the couple, the empty husks of their bodies that had been full of life only minutes before now lay side by side on the hard concrete beside their car. Kicking the girl's body so she lay on her back, Angelus stared at the pale beauty of her face. Death's mask colored her lifeless skin an opaque white, paler even than she had been in life. Even the red of her hair was becoming lackluster, the color drained away with her life's blood. Only the green of her eyes retained any brilliance. Sneering, Angelus licked his lips, enjoying the remaining blood lingering on his fangs. The ringing of his cell phone broke into his triumph over his conquests. Reaching into his jacket pocket he pulled out the tiny electronic device he was regretting having purchased. "What," he barked into the phone. "Sorry lover, did I catch you at a bad time?" The voice on the other end rippled with suppressed laughter, which only served to enrage Angelus further. If it had been anyone but Elena, he might have killed them for that laughter. Of course, he might still do it to Elena, even though she had always been one his favored fledgings. "As a matter of fact Elena, I was just reveling over my latest kill. It was one of my favorites, a red haired beauty if I've ever seen one. Now that I can't enjoy her death, you'd better tell me what you want. I told you never to call me on this wretched device unless it was an emergency. Now, I hope whatever this is will be worth your punishment when we get home tonight." Elena laughed, knowing full well how much it rattled her sire. She always had enjoyed his anger, especially since it always led to her nude body being chained to his bed. "Well, I figured you'd like to know that you're favorite red head just left La Traviatta with her Watcher consort. They're parked outside the club right now, steaming up the windows of their car pretty heavily. Hmm, if my vampiric sight isn't failing, I dare say she has presently lost her blouse." Angelus clamped the phone closer to his ear, an all too human reflex reflecting his disbelief in what he was hearing. "I swear Elena, if you're lying to me right now I am going to make the bone splinters fly when I find you. Is Willow really there, right now?" Elena giggled, enjoying the rage and excitement her news was producing in the all powerful Angelus. She wasn't quite sure what hold this girl had over Angelus, but it was certainly a first. Elena had often seen her sire become obsessively attached to young mortal women. She herself had been one of these women. But it was different with this one. The red headed witch was causing the impeccably cool Angelus to lose his control, and that was something Elena had never thought she'd live to see. Nope, never had Angelus been this obsessed. In fact, wasn't he right this second near the remains of another redheaded victim who had done nothing wrong but resemble this young Witch. Countless girls had fallen victim to similar fates in the past four months. Their body's lay all over Europe. Angelus growled a warning as Elena continued to giggle. "Yes, I'm serious. While you were enjoying you're carbon copy across town, Willow has been dancing the night away with her lover, and now they're about to partake in an older form of dancing, though I can assure you the club is no longer playing music of any kind. Now, are you going to spend the rest of the night yelling at me over the phone or are you going to claim the prize you've been searching all over Europe for. If you'd like my advice, I'd suggest getting over here before she drives out of your life… again." Angelus growled a final time before slipping the phone back in his pocket. The newly acquired blood burned in his veins as he hurried over to his car. He slammed the door, barely missing his leg. He didn't even care. He was furious with himself. While Willow was all the way across town he had been wasting his time at this club, reveling in the blood of a girl that looked like her but wasn't her. If he missed capturing the little witch because of this preoccupation he'd end up killing Elena, just for having seen her when Angelus hadn't.
Part 11 Angelus arrived at the club just in time to witness Adrian and Willow's tryst. Though it enraged him to see another man with his hands all over Willow, he managed to restrain himself from taking any action before the time was right. If he allowed his rage to take over he would end up killing the two of them and then the fun would be over before it had even started. Plus, he wouldn't end up with his prize, and nothing- not even his own rage- was going to keep him from having Willow. Angelus followed the two lovebirds back to their home in the Italian countryside, making sure he kept his distance so they wouldn't notice they were being tailed. He parked a discreet distance away and watched as they parked the car in the driveway, her Watcher lover clutching her to his chest as he carried her into the house. He spent some time looking over the property, casing it like a common burglar, before retiring to a secure location where he could wile away the daylight hours and work out his plans for the imminent reunion. Willow promptly fell asleep on the drive home, barely stirring to consciousness as Adrian carried her from the car to the house and upstairs to the bedroom. Once Adrian had them both settled in bed, Willow instinctively wrapped her arms around his waist and sank into a deeper sleep. The dream began like all the others. Willow was late arriving home. Every light in the house was off, but that alone didn't alarm her. She often found herself coming home to an empty house, her parents either working late at their respective offices or out of town on business. No, an empty house wasn't strange to Willow at all- but a seemingly empty house when both her parents' cars were in the garage, well, that wasn't right. Her heart skipping a beat, Willow dropped her bag and began to walk through the house, calling out for her parents. No answer. Willow turned towards the stairs as an object caught her eye. One of her mother's high heels lay carelessly discarded on the fifth step. Willow froze. That wasn't right. Her mother would never leave her shoe on the stairs. One of her biggest pet peeves was clutter. A Place for everything and everything in it's place- the mantra was practically burned into Willow's brain from birth. Taking the stairs two at a time, Willow raced up to the second floor. Once she reached the peak of the staircase, Willow stopped. Despite the lack of any conceivable source, the hallway glowed with an eerie red light. Willow felt the bile rise up in her throat as she realized that the walls and ceilings were covered in blood. The walls were gushing blood almost as if bleeding from the inside, and the glow coming off it was luminescent. Every half second the blood would fade to the dull coppery color Willow normally associated with blood before brightening with unnatural luminescence. It didn't take Willow long to realize that the metronomic beat it followed was that of a beating heart. As the glow came faster and faster, Willow realized it was attuned to her own rapidly increasing heartbeat. Running down the hall that now seemed endless, Willow tried to reach her parent's bedroom. Midway, blood began to drip from the ceiling like raindrops. Soon, Willow was covered in the sticky liquid, her hair matted down and plastered to her cheeks. Stifling a scream of utter horror and revulsion, Willow ran faster, trying hard not to slip on the red pool beginning to form on the carpet. With a violent lurch, Willow pushed the bedroom door open and stumbled into the room. Moments later, Willow bent over and vomited on the once cream, now scarlet carpeting. Squeezing her lids shut in an attempt to block out the nightmarish image before her, it wasn't long before her eyes were stinging from repressed tears. Taking deep, even breaths to keep herself from hyperventilating, Willow slowly pried her eyes open. Choking on her sobs, Willow pulled herself off the floor and staggered towards the bed. The pain she felt left her mind numb and unable to process the images before her. The scene played out in her mind like a tableau. Their bodies had been grotesquely arranged in positions Willow had only previously seen in old black and white prints in some of Giles' more gruesome books. And the blood- there was so much, all over everything. Much more than could possibly have come from two bodies. Willow's eyes roamed over the room and took in with growing horror the various body parts strewn about as haphazardly as discarded articles of clothing. Her eyes settled on the dresser top and, before she knew it, she was bent over again, vomiting once more at the sight of the blood drenched human heart resting on top. Willow began to scream and once she had started she found she couldn't stop. Her screams were being wrenched from her throat even as she threw up, causing her to almost choke on her own vomit. The screams kept coming until a hand covered her mouth and an arm as strong as a steel vice wrapped itself around her waist, lifting her off the ground and pulling her against a hard, solid male body. When she was done screaming, he removed the hand covering her mouth and she gasped for air in between sobs. With his now free hand, he gently swept his palm over her hair, petting the wet strands with covetous joy. His lips placed soft butterfly kisses on the side of her neck, his tongue a gentle caress as he licked at the blood staining her skin. As he adjusted his hold on her, gripping her body closer to his, Willow felt his erection pressing into her lower back. She stopped struggling and allowed herself to slump dejectedly against her captor's body as a sense of doom settled into her heart. Deep down, Willow had known that he would one day recapture her. Her foreboding, combined with the horror of her parent's mutilated bodies before her, had sucked all will to fight out of the young witch. He chuckled as he felt her body relax against his. He moved his lips so that they hovered besides her left earlobe, his whispered words raising the hairs on the back of her neck. "I told you I'd have you again. I've claimed you, and I take very seriously that which belongs to me. When something of mine is missing, I do everything in my power to get it back. You're mine Willow, and nothing you do, nothing you say and nowhere you go is ever going to change that." Willow looked back at the bodies of her parents and felt the rage returning. Practically snarling, she retorted, "I hate you. I'll always hate you. The day you killed my parents is the day any attraction I felt for you died. No matter what you say or what you do, Angelus, I will never be yours and I will never be foolish enough to fall for your seductions." She felt his body shaking with laughter. Suddenly, she felt his hand slip beneath the waistband of her pants and two cold digits stroke the warmth underneath. Horrified, Willow realized that her body had betrayed her. When he withdrew his fingers they glistened with the evidence of her arousal. Ashamed, Willow shut her eyes against the sight. She heard rather than saw Angelus bring his fingers up to his mouth and lick her juices off with a lascivious smack of his lips. "Your body says otherwise, Willow. But to make you feel better we can play this game." Turning her around so that she was facing him, his fingers went to the buttons of her blouse. With quick, nimble fingers he undressed her. "You can deny it now all you want, but in the end I'll have you screaming my name as you cum." When he entered her in one hard thrust a scream born from her soul escaped from her lips. Willow was still screaming as she was shaken awake by Adrian. It took twenty minutes for him to calm her down, holding her tight against his chest as he tried to whisper soothing words in her ear. Hiccuping over her sobs, Willow pounded her tiny fists against Adrian's bare chest. 'Why?! Why?! Why me, why did he do this to me? Oh God, When is it going to end? I just want the dreams to stop. Please, Adrian, make them stop." Breaking down again, Willow buried her face in his chest and cried. Adrian's heart broke to see her like this. Before long he was crying along with her. "I would if I could, Willow. I'll do anything to protect you from him. As God is my witness, I won't let him get to you." Adrian's words managed to calm Willow down a bit, though she continued to cry silent tears until she fell back asleep. Adrian remained awake, a rage burning deep inside his chest. The fact that he couldn't save her from this pain made his heart ache and his throat close around his own fury. He couldn't stand the idea that it was his demon, his body inflicting this torment on her. Everything that had happened to her was his fault. What right did he have to comfort her when he was the cause of her suffering? "Oh my Willow," he whispered, stroking her hair lovingly. "Willow, aroon, I wish I could tell you everything. I'm just so afraid you won't forgive me, especially since I can't forgive myself. I just hope that when I do tell you the truth, when you realize who I really am, you'll know that I did it all because I love you. I love you so much that I'll destroy my own body, and with it the demon, to protect you." He listened to Willow's uneven breathing, her sobs still plaguing her in sleep, and remained safe in the knowledge that she hadn't heard him. Vowing to one day provide Willow with the ability to have a peaceful, dreamless nights sleep, Angel allowed both his soul and the body it now inhabited to relax and drift off to sleep.
Part 12 **To each other we'll be facing By love we'll beat back the pain we've found You know I mean to tell you all the things I've been thinking deep inside My friend With each moment the more I love you Crush me Come on Lady** Crush by The Dave Matthews Band Diffused, late afternoon sun spilled into the room from the huge picture window that made up the right hand wall of the villa's study. Willow found Adrian there when she finally woke. He sat in an armchair he had moved to face the window, his eyes closed as a peaceful smile played on his lips. Willow stood in the doorway, her heart expanding with tender emotion as she observed the familiar scene. The sunlight cast Adrian in a golden haze, making him look more angelic than usual. Willow always hesitated in disturbing Adrian during these moments. She felt like she was intruding on something intensely personal, something that came directly from his soul. He seemed to draw strength from the light, as if sitting there he was engaged in some kind of mystical transference with the sun. The joy he received from this simple act was akin to an infant's exuberant suckling at a mother's breast. Deciding not to disturb him, Willow turned to leave, taking with her a portion of the peace infusing Adrian. Strong arms wrapped themselves around her waist, halting her retreat. Adrian rested his chin on top of Willow's head as she leaned back into him. "Morning… or should I say afternoon." Willow sighed, reveling in the comfort of being held in Adrian's arms. "What time is it?" "It's 4PM. But don't worry, I sent Lucinda to run the errands you wanted done, and she's already finished them all. That means there's nothing either of us needs to do for the rest of the day. So how does a quiet evening at home, just the two of us, sound?" Willow snorted playfully. "You're just trying to stop me from dragging you to another club. And here I thought I'd converted you into a veritable raver." Adrian's hands slipped under the satin pajama top covering Willow, stroking the skin of her stomach with the pads of his fingers. "Well, now, I didn't say I didn't like it. I'd be lying if I said last night didn't have its moments." Willow grinned at the memory, though her cheeks did gain a bit of color. Last night had been a huge departure from her former self, and though Willow hadn't been the shy, reserved innocent of past for awhile, she couldn't help but pause every so often in wonderment at just how much she had changed in such a short amount of time. "If everyone back in Sunnydale could see me now they'd… well, they'd probably get a stake or try to depossess me." Adrian couldn't help but join her in her light laughter. "I always knew…" He stopped mid sentence, mentally berating himself for almost making a foolish slip. Willow tilted her head so she could look into Adrian's eyes, wondering why the rest of that sentence had died on his lips and why his body was suddenly so tense against hers. Before she could ask, Adrian seemed to snap out of it, his body relaxing against hers once again. "I always knew the woman I fell in love with would be just like you. It doesn't matter to me if you're home and in bed by 10 or dancing all night at after hour's clubs. Whichever Willow you are, I'll still love you." Willow melted at his words, allowing him to lead her back into the study and over to the couch. Once he was settled, Adrian pulled Willow down so she was laying on top of him. They laid like that, cuddling and kissing, for close to an hour. These were the times Willow loved best. Laying with Adrian, wrapped in his arms, which were both strong and gentle at the same time. That was one of the things that made Adrian so special and made Willow feel incredibly grateful he was in her life. He had exactly the right mix of brute masculinity and gentle sensitivity. He was macho but it didn't stop him from expressing his emotions to her. Nobody had ever held her as gently as he, making her feel like some cherished possession while conveying both strength and protectiveness. If there was one thing in the world that Willow didn't doubt, one thing that remained stable, it was Adrian's love for her. The kisses ranged in intensity, from quick, wet passionate open mouth kisses to slower, tenderer though equally passionate ones. Some opened like slow blooming flowers while others exploded upon impact, though each and every one raked Willow's body with pleasurable shivers of delight. Throughout it all they whispered endearments to each other, trying to convey with both words and physical contact all they were feeling. During one of their lapses into contented cuddling, Willow began to feel playful. "Adrian?" "Hmmm?" Unable to form words while in this blissful state, Adrian resorted to mumbling. Her next question caught him completely off guard. "When did you first know you were in love with me?" Though her tone was capricious, Adrian could sense the serious undertone to her questioning. He knew women well enough to know that the question's answer would be a double edged sword. She was obviously looking for a very specific answer and the wrong one could bring undesired consequences. Internally, Angel cursed. The question was all the more difficult to answer considering his present dual consciousness. As Adrian, Angel had only first met Willow 10 months ago. However, as Angel he had known her much longer and if he was going to be honest, which he had sworn to Willow he would always be (a hard promise to make considering their whole relationship was founded on one major secret), then that would entail telling her the whole truth. For a moment, Angel considered it. He wanted to tell her from the very beginning, but something had held him back. He thought it would be easier to protect her if she hadn't known the truth. Plus, never in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined Willow would return the love he felt for her. Perhaps if he'd known how far their relationship would progress, how deeply their bond would grow, he would have told her from the start. Now, Angel was too scared to tell her- afraid of the prospect of losing her. Willow was still waiting for an answer, her body tensing as a result of his continued silence. Angel also knew her well enough not to continue keeping her in suspense, for fear she might begin to doubt things she had no reason to. Resting his palms on her cheeks, Angel lifted her face to his and placed a chaste kiss on her lips, deciding to be honest without revealing too much. "I knew I loved you the first time I saw you Willow, and even before that. I've been in love with you my whole life- it was only when I first saw you that I realized it was you." Now it was Willow who couldn't find the words to express her feelings. Instead of trying she reached to pull Adrian's lips down to hers, reigniting the passion between them. It took the couple close to five minutes to pull apart long enough to realize someone was knocking at the door. Growling from unfulfilled desire, Adrian lifted Willow off him and stalked out of the room towards the front door. Though Willow was just as disappointed at being interrupted as Adrian, she knew she was better at controlling her emotions. Therefore, she followed him to the front door in order to protect whoever was there, most probably Lucinda, from his wrath. Willow found Adrian standing in front of the open door, his body frozen as if in shock. Curious, Willow stepped from behind Adrian and took in the petit girl standing before her. Caught off guard, Willow couldn't stop herself from shrieking. "Buffy! What are you doing here?"
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