TITLE: The Dying of the Light (1/1)
AUTHOR: Winter
EMAIL ADDRESS: winter242@hotmail.com
DISTRIBUTION: Just ask.
SPOILERS: "Innocence"
RATING: PG-13?
SUMMARY: Angelus finally gets Willow. Still Angelus' POV. (Part 2 of my
newly created series: "Prelude to Darkness." Follows "Interlude into
Innocence.")
DISCLAIMER: All Buffy related things are owned by Joss
Whedon, etc, etc. I own nothing except the idea for this story.
FEEDBACK: Highly appreciated.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: A *huge* thank you to everyone who sent me feedback on
"Interlude into Innocence" and asked me to write a sequel. Well, here goes!

The Dying of the Light

I couldn't help feeling a little anxious as I swiftly climbed up the balcony
to Willow's room. I really should have thought of this sooner, but in my
haste to have Willow, I guess I overlooked the obvious.

I still had an invitation into her house.

And I intended on making the most of that. After all, who could possibly
interrupt us in the privacy of Willow's bedroom?

As I leapt over the railing and landed quietly on the ground, I could see
the light issuing from Willow's room, letting me know she was still awake.
I crept closer to the windowed doors and peered inside. My favorite hacker
was typing furiously away at her computer.

I smiled to myself thinking how some things never change.

Deciding to play the part of the gentleman for a change, I knocked softly on
my love's balcony doors, the action vaguely reminiscent of the time *he*
came here.

I watched as Willow looked up from her computer, utterly perplexed as to who
would be knocking at this time of night. I could practically read her
thoughts as they flew through her mind and were reflected off her beautiful
face.

Finally deciding it was probably Buffy, she stood up and came to the doors,
the only barrier between us. And she would be the one to open them.

"Buffy?" she called out as she swung one of the doors open, "what's wrong?"

Her question of concern was immediately cut off by the vision of my face
standing on the other side of the door. "Hello, Willow," I spoke softly,
yet with an underlying tone of intent.

"Eep!" she called out suddenly, causing me to smile in satisfaction. I
loved the smell of fear.

As if the door was the only thing keeping me out, Willow rushed to slam it
shut. She was too late.

I stuck my foot through the entrance, and shoved it in, hard enough to
counter Willow's force, but not hard enough to injure her.

The door swung open allowing me enough room for passage, and I slipped in,
closing it quickly behind me. "Nice of you to invite me in," I smiled at
her delicate, shaking form.

"W-what are you doing here?" Willow asked, trying admirably hard to repress
her fear.

"Oh, Willow. I don't think it's that hard to figure out. Come on, my
brilliant hacker, put two and two together, " I challenged her, stepping
closer, never taking my eyes off hers.

Willow's brows furrowed in thought for a moment, before she realized who,
exactly, she was dealing with. Her countenance changed suddenly to one of
indignance as she looked back up at me. "You...you...you have to leave!"
she finally managed to say, a look of disbelief crossing her face as she
realized the lameness of the plea she had just made.

"Really?" I decided to go with it, "and why is that?" I moved in even
closer, leaving barely an inch of space between her body and mine.

"Because..." Willow fumbled for something to say, "because you're bad and
evil and...you have better things to do! Yeah! Like kill and maim…other
people! People far, far away from here!"

Put at a slight ease by her rambling, I was caught completely off guard as
Willow suddenly bolted from right in front of me and headed for the balcony
doors.

She was already outside, attempting to climb down the side before I reached
her. Clever girl.

"And just where did you think you were going?" I asked her angrily as I
grabbed her by the arm and yanked her back harshly. I felt her body
collide into mine with the force I had used, and a rush of sensations hit me
like a bolt. Ignoring them for now, I dragged her back into her room and
deposited her roughly on the floor.

"Not a smart move, my dear," I chided her.

Willow picked herself up off the floor quickly, and, without saying a word,
dove for the telephone on a table next to her bed.

She picked up the receiver and punched a button on speed dial before I had
even had a chance to stop her. This was getting to be a bad habit.

"Hello?" I recognized the voice on the other end.

"Buf--" her plea was cut off as I violently yanked the phone cord from its
jack.

"--fy," the words died in her throat as I leapt onto the bed and pinned her
underneath me, trapping her there.

"I'll repeat," I pronounced each word harshly and clearly, accenting every
syllable, "that was *not* a smart move." It took all of my control to keep
the demon visage from showing itself, but I knew that the face of her once
beloved friend staring back at her would be a lot more frightening than the
face of the demon.

I was right.

I could feel her breath coming in ragged gasps and her heartbeat accelerate
wildly. I had never been more turned on.

Intoxicated by the scent of her blood, I slowly brought my lips over her
pulse point, exerting the slightest pressure with my tongue.

I felt her shudder.

Gaining control of my raging emotions, I dragged myself off of her. As much
as I would have loved to continue, there was a more pressing issue at the
moment. After all, the last thing I wanted was the damn Slayer to come
barging in here.

"Willow?" I called to her softly, breaking the glazed look that had come
over her eyes.

Coming back to herself, Willow scrambled off the bed, but I was ready for
her this time. I grabbed her around the waist and held her to me, making
sure she wouldn't be able to go anywhere.

"You really should learn to stop that," I whispered in her ear, "but I'll
have to teach you later. Come on."

Dragging her into another room, I deposited her on the floor in front of the
telephone. "Call Buffy," I told her.

A look of disbelief crossed her face, as she picked up the phone. Pausing a
moment, probably to make sure she had heard me right, her fingers began
punching in numbers.

Before she could enter the last digit, I stopped her. Leaning in, I
whispered, "tell her you're fine. Tell her you dropped the phone. Tell her
anything you want to keep her away from your house *except* that I'm here.
If you do, I promise you, you'll pay."

"What are you going to do?" she asked snidely, "kill me?"

"No," the word stunned her into silence. That obviously wasn't what she was
expecting. "I never had any intention of killing you. But I'll kill your
friends, your parents, your parents' friends, even the unknown stranger who
may happen to smile at you as you walk down the street. Can you live with
that, Willow? Can you live with their deaths?"

Willow shook her head slowly as a look of defeat glimmered in her eyes.
"Okay," she whispered softly, "I won't tell."

"That's my girl," I told her, stroking her face gently, "now finish your
call."

Willow punched in the last digit and held her breath, probably hoping
against hope that Buffy was still there. She better be.

"Hello?" the voice answered the phone, more urgent this time.

"Buffy?" Willow finally spoke up, "it's me."

"Willow! Thank God! Are you okay? I thought something had happened to
you! I was just on my way out the door. Hang, on okay? I'll be right
over," I heard the Slayer say.

"No!" Willow yelled out, expressing a little fear in her voice, "I mean, um,
just that, I'm fine. You don't have to come over."

Good girl.

"Are you sure?" Buffy asked again, "what happened?"

"Um, the phone slipped," Willow said, "and...I tripped over the phone cord
and it got pulled out of the plug." She grimaced.

I smiled.

"Oh," the Slayer said simply, something obviously not seeming right to her.
"You sure you don't want me to come over?"

I rolled my eyes at her persistence. She just didn't know when to quit.

"No," Willow said, "I'm fine. Really. I just didn't want you to worry."

"Yeah," she replied, calmed down, "so what did you call about?"

"Um...I just wanted to…see how you were feeling. How are you feeling?"
Willow asked, dropping her voice slightly.

"I'm good," the Slayer sighed, "well, as good as can be expected."

"Yeah," Willow told her, "look, um, I'm kind of tired now, and I think I
might have twisted my ankle, so I guess I'll talk to you later?"

"Anytime," the Slayer responded, "see you tomorrow."

"Bye," Willow hung up the phone.

Turning back to me slowly, I held her gaze. "Good. You've just saved quite
a few lives," I informed her.

"What do you want?" Willow asked, repeating her earlier question, "that
is...if you're not going to kill me. Not that I want you to kill me! It's
just--"

"Willow!" I cut her off by placing a single finger over her lips, "sshhh."
After looking into her eyes a few moments, I brought my lips down over hers,
kissing her gently.

I could feel her muscles tense as she tried to pull away, but I brought my
hand up and held the back of her head, keeping her from pulling away.
Forcing her lips to part, I snaked my tongue inside her mouth, exploring,
feeling, caressing, loving. I felt her lips and body respond of their own
accord, and I smiled to myself.

After pulling away, I stared back into her eyes, and spoke, "Does that
answer your question?"

"No..." Willow trailed off, still in a bit of a stupor. "I mean, yes. But
no. We can't..."

"Yes," I told her, "we can. And we will."

Pushing her back onto the carpet, and covering her body with my own, I
assaulted her lips once more, this time meeting no resistance. Never had a
kiss held so much sweetness and intensity all at the same time. I craved
more.

Trailing kisses across her jawbone and down her throat, I hovered once again
over her pulse point. I could hear her blood gushing just underneath her
skin, and it called to me.

But it wasn't time yet.

I kissed her pulse point, sucking the skin into my mouth but not biting into
it. I continued my trail of kisses down her throat and across her
collarbone. I was addicted.

I could feel Willow's breathing accelerate again and I looked up to see her
panting slightly, eyes closed.

Moving back up to her face, I kissed her eyelids gently, and told her to
open her eyes. I would make her look into my eyes, look at my face, and
make sure she knew who it was that was giving her this pleasure.

Her eyes opened reluctantly and I bored my gaze into hers. "How do you
feel, Willow?" I asked her, my lips just centimeters above hers.

She remained silent. "Tell me. Are you excited?" Still, she kept silent.
Kissing her fiercely, I felt her body jerk suddenly from a shock of
pleasure. The same pleasure that was assaulting my body in waves.

"Do you want me?" I asked her again.

As if she was half in a trance, Willow nodded her head slightly--so slightly
that I wondered if she had even moved her head at all. "Was that a yes?" I
asked her, grabbing a fistful of her hair and tugging on it slightly.
"Answer me."

"Yes," the word was breathed so softly that a mortal wouldn't even have
heard it. But it was loud and clear to me. And that was all I needed.

Delving back into the sea of pleasure, I showed Willow the infinite fire I
had held for her, pent up inside of me for so long. She was so beautiful
and passionate and I loved every inch of her.

As we climbed new heights of ecstasy, I couldn't control myself any longer.
The smell of her blood, sweet and rich, took control of my senses, and as we
fell over the edge together, I sunk my fangs into her neck, drawing the
sweet nectar hungrily into my mouth.

When I sensed her pulse beginning to falter, I pulled away and bit into my
wrist, squeezing out some of my own blood.

Willow, lost in her own world of pleasure, obliviously took my wrist into
her mouth and sucked gently, drawing my blood into her. The feel of her
lips and tongue lapping at my blood sent a new wave of pleasure and desire
through me.

Collapsing on top of her, I gasped for the air I didn't need. Pulling her
limp form into my arms, I slept, knowing that the following hours were all
that was separating me from my Queen. And I waited.

END

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