Whispers On A Breeze By Elisabeth

'Today was a glorious day,' Angelus thought as he headed back towards the factory. Not only had he lost that annoying soul while fucking the slayer the previous night (lovely bit of irony there – the Soul finally got what it wanted only to lose it all), but he had just found the perfect new toy to entertain him.

Willow wouldn't know what hit her. This time he wasn't going to fuck up like he did with Drusilla. Sure, making her insane before making her a vampire had sounded like a good idea at the time, but then he had to live with an incoherent madwoman. No, he wouldn't break Willow's mind, he'd let her do that for herself when he was done with her.

A maniacal chuckle escaped from behind his smirk at that thought. Yes, he would have his fun with the slayer's pet hacker and then leave her to pick up the pieces.

Angel may not have spent a lot of time with the redhead, but he had learned her well. There was something to be said for sitting in the background and simply observing those around you. As reprehensible as the idea of watching from the sidelines sounded to him now, Angelus was not about to ignore information the Soul had gathered.

Willow was smart, but it was an intellectual cleverness. When it came to real life she was as naïve as they come. She lusted after her best friend and had little girl fantasies of her first kiss. Her first kiss! Her innocence radiated off of her like fine perfume. How delicious.

The idea had first occurred to him at the school. At first he was just going to scare the redhead, maybe leave a "gift" or two for her to repay her for her kindness to the Soul. But when he'd held her by the throat… Man, the innocence and fear rolled off of her in waves. It was intoxicating. It made him hard just thinking about it.

This was going to be fun!


Willow couldn't wait to go to bed. Life as she knew it was falling down around her feet and all she wanted to do was crawl under the covers and cry. Sometimes she hated having to be the good friend and not being able to reveal any of her own pain.

When she had found Xander and Cordelia kissing Willow knew what a broken heart felt like. She had known that Xander wasn't interested in her in a kissing way, but to see him with HER; Willow thought that she had stepped into an alternate universe. They hated Cordelia. They had always hated Cordelia. They had a "We Hate Cordelia" club. So how could he go and kiss her?

She had started to head for home when she'd left the school but being the helpful person that she was Willow convinced herself to turn around and ignore her pain for the time being in order to do her part in trying to figure out how to destroy the Judge. Big Mistake!

Angel's behavior had confused her at first. Why was he hiding in the shadows trying to entice her closer? Not that hiding in the shadows was a new thing for him. In fact, he was pretty good at it. It was one of the reasons Xander constantly joked that they should get a bell for Angel to wear around his neck.

Her wariness turned out to be warranted when she had been pulled against Angel's very solid body. His hand hadn't been too tight, in fact it was a rather loose grip, but he was pulling her head up and back, forcing her onto her toes in order to keep that grip light. She'd felt her heartbeat instantly escalate and sweat bead on her forehead as she became instantly aware that something was very wrong with her friend.

It wasn't like Angel to mock her or taunt Buffy. And it definitely was not like him to keep her pinned to his body while sporting his game face. Every time he'd opened his mouth to speak she was extremely aware of the very sharp fangs that were poised mere inches from her neck. She'd tried not to tremble with the thought that he could drain her before Xander or Jenny could stop him.

No, this wasn't Angel; this was the demon he had been before being cursed with a soul. This was Angelus. When she and Buffy had stolen Giles' Watcher's Diaries to see what Angel had been like as a human Willow had continued reading after Buffy was done looking at the books. She'd read all about what a vicious killer Angelus had been from the day he was turned until the day he was cursed.

A shiver made its way down her spine at that thought. One of the most dangerous vampires in history was now loose in Sunnydale and after her best friend.

Willow pulled off her clothes as she dragged her body towards her bed. She left her clothes on the floor, letting them fall as they may as she tossed off each piece. She unearthed her nightshirt from under her pillows and pulled it over her head with a sigh. Willow fell face first on her bed, reveling in being off her feet for a moment before getting to her knees in order to pull down the sheets and crawl under them. Willow pulled the comforter up to her chin, rolled onto her side and began to cry.

She hadn't intended to cry. In fact, she had told herself that she wouldn't cry. She insisted that she was just tired and all she wanted to do was sleep. Unfortunately, she didn't listen to herself. The tears that had been building up all day made their escape the minute her head hit the pillow. Silent tears of mourning and frustration slipped from between her closed eyelids, dampening her eyelashes before wetting her cheeks.

Willow found herself mumbling into her pillow as the tears continued to cleanse her body of her frustrations. "Why? Why her? Why not me? How can he want to kiss Cordelia and not me, his best friend? Is it because she's popular? She has big breasts. I bet it's her breasts. I don't have big breasts." Willow paused in her rambling to roll over and grab a tissue off her nightstand. She blew her nose and dabbed at her wet face before rolling back onto her side. Her monologue continued as her tears renewed. "Will anyone ever want me? Malcolm wanted me, but he was a demon. Even Angelus kinda seemed to want me if what I think was poking me in the butt was what I think it was. Am I doomed to only attract demons, if in fact Angelus is attracted to me? Ugh, let's not go there. I don't want Angelus to be attracted to me. He's a demon, a vampire, a bloodsucker. He'd kill me just as soon as look at me. But he didn't…"

Unknown to Willow, her self-pitying ramblings weren't as private as she'd thought. Sitting on her balcony, resting against the glass doors, was the very object of her current musings.

Angelus chuckled quietly to himself as he realized that Willow was even more ripe for his attention than he had hoped. He'd come by to make sure his invitation was still valid. While he was poking around Willow's room he'd heard her come in through the front door. He'd slipped out the balcony doors and closed them silently moments before Willow entered the room. He'd enjoyed her strip tease immensely, surprised by how toned and lithe her body was beneath her loose clothing. A slight frown had appeared on his face as she hid that body beneath an oversized baseball shirt that he vaguely remembered the Soul having seen her in before.

The frown was soon replaced with a devilish grin as he gleefully listened to Willow cry. The only thing sweeter than the tears of grief and loneliness were the tears of fear and pain. Especially if he was the one causing the pain. But that wasn't in the plans for Willow… at least he didn't think it was. The plan could always change.

He hadn't been prepared for her pillow confessional, but he was finding it extremely informative. In retrospect, her vocalization of her thoughts wasn't that surprising. Willow had a tendency to babble, so why wouldn't she do so in the privacy of her own home when she was upset?

Angelus found it amusing to discover that the annoying boy had been making time with the cheerleader. Tension among the ranks was always something that could be fostered and built upon. He'd nearly laughed aloud when Willow began comparing her breasts to those of the cheerleader. True, the redhead lacked for size in the breast department, but from what he'd seen, she had what would be a perfect mouthful.

He wasn't surprised to hear that Willow had realized he'd been aroused when he was holding her at the school. Could you blame him? She had been projecting such fear, anger and confusion, mixed with her incredible innocence. What demon wouldn't be aroused? And apparently she didn't mind, no matter what she was telling herself at the moment.

Angelus waited for at least half an hour after Willow's voice trailed off and her sniveling had stopped before reentering her room. He walked around the bed to sit on the unoccupied side. He took a moment to enjoy the rise and fall of her chest, signaling her deep sleep. His lips curled into a smile as he brushed the long hair off her tear-streaked face. He was tempted to taste her tears, but resisted, not wanting to wake her.

Settling on his side next to her on the bed, Angelus began to whisper in her ear as he continued to stroke her hair. He spoke in a low, seductive voice, careful not to disturb her slumber.

"Willow, sweet Willow. Do you have any idea what you're doing to me? I've been hard since I had you in my arms last night. Do you have any idea how painful a twenty-four hour erection can be in leather pants? No, you don't. I could have taken care of it myself of course, but every time I touched my large, cool hand to my long, hard cock, I'd find myself unable to make myself cum. How could I give myself satisfaction with my strong, callused hand when all I wanted to feel was your warm, soft flesh against mine. Your hand wrapped around my dick, stroking it with firm strokes, warm fingers caressing the large sensitive head, spreading the moisture into my skin. Or even better, your warm, wet mouth surrounding my cock, taking it deep into your throat. How could my hand compare with spreading your legs and sinking into your tight heat, burying myself to the hilt inside you, pumping my cock deep inside you until you come around me, squeezing me with your cunt, wringing the jism out of me."

'Christ,' Angelus thought, 'I'm making myself hard with all this talk. It's starting to sound pretty good too.' He rubbed himself through his pants, causing his cock to swell even more in its confines.

His efforts were rewarded when Willow whimpered and moaned in her sleep. She leaned into Angelus' caress. He bent his head, inhaling the faint scent of her arousal. He smirked in satisfaction.

"Until later, my sweet," he whispered, brushing his lips against her forehead in a ghost of a kiss. He rose from the bed and secured the balcony doors behind him. 'Phase one complete,' he thought as he went off in search of Drusilla. He needed to get off soon and he knew his insane childe would be more than happy to help.

Part 2

Angelus entered the factory feeling very optimistic. On his walk home, a wonderful idea had occurred to him. Now he just needed his childe's help.

"Drusilla," he called out playfully. "Are you here princess?"

Drusilla entered the room, pushing Spike in his wheelchair.

"Here we are," she answered in the distracted tone Angelus had been surprised to discover he'd missed hearing.

"Have fun playing with your dinner?" Spike asked, not really caring what the answer was.

"Spike, my boy, Willow is no vampire's dinner," Angelus smirked.

"You have plans for the girl?" the blond pressed. Angelus always invented fun ways to pass the time.

"Daddy's got a new toy," Drusilla sagely observed. She glided over to where Angelus was sitting on the large table and rested her head on his shoulder. "I can smell her on you. Sugar and spice and everything nice," she scrunched up her nose in disgust. "We'll make her nice and flat – flat on her back."

"Yes, Dru, we will," Angelus agreed, still somewhat amazed at how perceptive she could be at times.

"Care to clue me in?" Spike interrupted.

"It's not your concern," Angelus snapped. "You'll know if I decide you need to know."

"And I don't need to know," Spike finished.

"I always knew you were a smart one," Angelus smirked. "Come, Drusilla. I have an itch that needs to be scratched."

Angelus led the dark beauty towards his bedroom, whispering to her the plan he had formulated on his way home. Spike could hear her giggle of delight as he glumly wheeled himself back to his room.


A cry of passion woke Willow in the pre-dawn hours of morning. Her eyes shot open as her body settled back on the bed. Her breath was coming fast, her skin was flushed, and she blushed as she noticed that her panties were wet.

Willow closed her eyes again and as images from her dream came back to her she realized that the cry that had woken her had come from her own mouth.

She had never had a dream like this before. And it wasn't just the content of the dream that was new, but also the leading male… Angel. No, not Angel, Angelus.

Her heartbeat quickened again as images and sensations replayed themselves behind her closed eyelids. Angelus kissing her, his tongue sweeping her mouth, the cool muscle absorbing her heat. Angelus suckling at her breasts, the intense pressure hardening her nipples to an almost painful degree.

Willow touched her hand to her breasts and could swear that they were still sore from unaccustomed attention.

She saw Angelus standing naked before her, his pale flesh glowing in the moonlight. Her eyes were drawn to his magnificent cock as he stroked himself. She took over for him, running her hand along his length, learning his texture, marveling at how the flesh hardened even more under her touch. Her mouth replaced her hand, tasting him, swallowing his flesh.

Next she was on her back on a large bed, black silk sheets beneath her, Angelus inside her. Her legs were wrapped around his hips as he moved within her. He played with her hair as he whispered in her ear, telling her how beautiful she looked, how much he wanted her, how good she felt. His words had as great an effect on her arousal as his actions. Before she knew it she was crying out from a previously unknown pleasure coursing through her body, setting her skin on fire and making her muscles contract around the flesh still inside her, causing it to convulse and erupt with its own release.

The last thing she remembered before she woke was his voice. 'Soon,' he'd promised.

"Soon," Willow repeated, alone in her room.

A part of her wanted that to be true, the part of her that was still on fire from his touch. Another part of her wanted to be repulsed for having her first erotic dream about a demon. She had never fantasized about Angel, comfortable with the idea that he was Buffy's. So why was she suddenly dreaming about sleeping with his soulless counterpart?

Willow rolled onto her side. Her fingers accidentally grazed her lips as she settled her arm next to her chest. After a brief pause, she brushed her fingertips against her lips again. Her hand followed a recently dreamed path up her jawline, down her neck, and along her collarbone.

Willow worried her bottom lip with her teeth, wondering what she was doing. She'd never touched herself before, and now she found her hands and body screaming for her to do just that.

'Don't think, just feel,' Willow heard Angelus say and decided to do just that.

She sat up and pulled her nightshirt over her head. Laying back she felt decidedly naughty. Her long hair teased and tickled her skin like her dream lover's lips.

Her hand slowly returned to where it had stopped on her collarbone, only now its descent was unhindered. She let her fingers trail down between her breasts. Her other hand joined its mate and together they began to skim the edges of her breasts. With feather-light circles, she moved up her breasts until she neared her nipples. She flicked at her nipples with her fingernails, mimicking Angelus' teeth playing with her.

While one hand continued to tease her breasts, the other trailed down her belly, fluttering with need. It took a wandering path, running over her sides and back again before finally reaching her plain white cotton panties.

She hesitated for several seconds before tentatively running her fingers over the cotton. She could feel the hair trapped beneath the material. Unconsciously spreading her legs, Willow finally ran her fingers over the wet spot on her panties. She shuddered at the contact. Lifting her hips, Willow shimmied out of her panties, tossing them on the floor with her nightshirt.

Her fingers ran through her curls, feeling the coarseness in comparison with the hair brushing against her breasts. When the teasing became too much Willow slid her fingers along the length of her folds, barely parting them.

Her fingertips dipped beneath the surface and Willow was amazed to discover how wet she was. She had never been so aroused before – and to think it was all from a dream. One finger cautiously made its way inside her, her muscles clenching around the intruder. She withdrew the finger and when it was pulled back in she could feel the ghost of larger fingers and an even larger cock taking this same path.

Her fingers easily glided up to find the bundle of nerves calling out for attention. As she stimulated her clit, the hand on her breast renewed its effort to bring Willow the release her body so deeply desired. Her hands began to move in sync, heightening the stimulation. As wound up as her body already was, it didn't take long for her to tense as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body. She bit her lip in her attempt to remain silent, a slight whimper escaping her mouth.

Willow remained still on her bed as she came down from her high. She was still slightly in shock that she had just done what she'd done. The hand on her breast trailed up over slick, sweaty flesh to brush the hair away from her face.

It wasn't until her breathing had returned to normal that Willow realized that her hand was still between her legs. Blushing in the dark, Willow brought her sticky fingers closer to her face. She sniffed her fingers, having overheard guys say that girls smelled funny, down there. She shrugged, not seeing what the big deal was. She rolled over and retrieved a tissue from her nightstand and cleaned her fingers. Then she almost shyly ran the tissue between her legs.

Tossing the tissue on the floor with her clothing, Willow rolled over and pulled the covers up to her chin.

As she drifted off to sleep she mumbled, "Soon, Angelus, soon."


Across town, Angelus was preparing for a long day in bed, having used his childe's body for the last several hours to sate his own desires. Once he had described his game to her, Drusilla had been more than happy to play along.

Angelus well remembered her unusual talent for mind manipulation. At first he had thought that it was simply effective thrall. Until the day he watched her play with the mind of a man he had been torturing from a different room entirely. Tonight he had persuaded her to simply project their time in bed together into the redhead's mind, replacing herself with Willow.

"Did it work, princess?" he asked the dark-haired beauty lying beside him, who was just coming out of her trance.

"Naughty thoughts and naughtier touching, someone has earned a reward," Drusilla sing-songed. "Daddy's toy is waiting to be played with by hands other than her own."

"Then played with she shall be," he smirked.

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