New Enemy

by Amanda
Amandab9@aol.com

Rating: PG-16.
Pairing: Angelus/evil Willow, Drusilla/evil Xander, some Spike/Cordelia
Summary: Angelus and Dru turn Willow and Xander. What will the four do?


~Part: 1~

Xander checked making sure that the group of girls hadn't yet reached them. "Good, the mob still hasn't found us. We should be safer up here."
Xander turned back to his girlfriend, Cordelia, when suddenly he felt cold hands grab him. Next to him he heard a familiar and amused voice mutter, "Works in theory."
While being pulled back painfully on the roof, Xander heard Cordelia scream his name. However he noticed she took no action.
Looking the once souled vampire in the glowing eyes he saw the look of anger and knew the worse was yet to come. "Where's Buffy?" Angelus growled.
Xander saw moment coming from Buffy's room. Cordelia was gazing down at the two of them of horror written all over her face. "Cordy, get outta here!" Xander menaged to yell from his uncomfortable position on the roof.
Before he got a response, Angelus threw him onto the grass below. Landed with a loud, thump, Xander watched with increasing worry as Angelus leaped down after him.
"Perfect. I wanted to do something special for Buffy, actually to Buffy, but this is *so* much better!" Angelus was telling him but Xander was too busy observing the pain to really react to the vampire's words.
At the pause of Angelus' speech, Xander mustered up all his strength and courage and got in, what he believed to be, a solid kick to Angelus' crouch. Unfortunately, Angelus didn't react the way he had hoped. Instead of reeling back in pain, he flipped Xander backward onto the dirt yet again.
Kneeling down, Angelus grabs Xander's hair causing his whole head to be forced up. "If it's any consolation, I feel very close to you right now." Somehow, that didn't make Xander feel any better.
Xander's hope soared when he saw a hand appear on Angelus' shoulder. The hand throws Angelus into a nearby tree. Amusing, that the hand belonged to his beloved Buffy, he turned to the person about to smile. "Buffy how…" but then his smiled dropped. It wasn't the slayer, it was Drusilla.
"Don't fret kitten," Dru purred to him as she helped him stand. "Mummy here."
"I don't know what you're up to, Dru, but it doesn't amuse," came Angelus' frustrated voice.
Dru growled at Angelus and Xander watching in amazement as Angelus growled back. He had no idea what was going on but he did know that he wanted out.
"If you harm one hair on this boys head…" Dru began stroking Xander's head.
Xander was too baffled to take any offense when Angelus replied, "You've got to be kidding. Him?"
Xander was horrified to hear her response. "Just because I've found a real man…" while he felt himself being to face her hideous vampire face.
Xander was almost sad to see Angelus leave. His final parting words were, "I guess I really did drive you crazy."
Drusilla mumbled to Xander while running her hands over his face. "Your face is a poem," She crooned whiles he moans,"I can read it."
Xander, feeling terrified, asked, "Really? It doesn't say, `spare me', by any chance?"
"Shh." She answered with a kiss. "How do you feel about eternal life?"
Xander trembles with fear. "Couldn't we start with coffee? A movie maybe?"
She grabs his hair and jerks his head to the side, exposing his neck. Ignoring Xander's pleas, Drusilla bites into his bare neck. Fully enjoying the taste of the rich blood flowing to her mouth, Dru smiles over her meal.

Angelus stalked around to the other side of the Summers' home. How could his favorite childe do this to him? For the messily mortal, Xander Harris, no less.
Running into a familiar face, Angelus registered Willow's disgruntled features. Then he noticed her axe.
Willow cried out with recognition, "Angelus?!?! I won't kill you or tell Buffy about this if you do me one favor. Just lead me to Xander," she ordered.
Angelus allowed an amused grin to light up his dark features, "And why would I do that?" he asked lazily.
Willow responded without hesitation, "Because I need to kill him."
Angelus couldn't hide his surprise out the redhead. "Kill him? Is that a joke? I thought you two were close?"
Willow answered with sorrow; "We are close. I love him, love him so much I can stand to see him waste his valuable time with that bratty bitch. He is so much better than she is. I love him so much I need to kill him."
Angelus had no idea what had come over the usually sensible girl– but he liked it.
"Come I'll show you where Xander is," he lied.
Willow let out a content sigh. She took the lead so didn't notice Angelus vamp out behind her. "Where is he?" she asked. Angelus didn't answer. Instead he bit into her moist flesh.
Hearing her moan, he paused. Quickly deciding he liked the new Willow more than he expected, he changed his goal. Without as much as wincing in pain, he roughly bit through his own skin, making sure Willow got as many drops of blood as she could without Angelus losing all his strength.
Using his heighten hearing, a whimper came to his ears. Tossing head up to where the sound originated, he suddenly remembered the brunette in Buffy's room. Thinking back to Willow's newfound hatred for the cheerleader, Angelus didn't think twice about creeping back into the slayer's room. When he emgered he had two unconscious girls lying in his arms. And wide grin with anticipation.

~Part: 2~

Giles slammed his hands down on the desk in front of Amy. He was getting tired of the girl's foolish need to refuse reversal of the love spell.
"Listen to me, you need to change things back or else…" however, he didn't need to finish his thought.
Feeling a distinct change in the air, Giles turned around. It was as if the air were humming with magic. He heard a groan behind him and saw a human Buffy.
"Does anyone have some cheese?" she whispered, swaying slightly. "Buffy? How do you feel?" Giles asked hurriedly.
"Like I was just a rat. And, in love with Xander?" she shook her head. "I need rest."
"So safe it is safe to say the spell has been officially reversed?" Giles asked anxiously.
"Guess so," Amy added.
Giles let out a sigh he had been holding. "Then everything worked out fine. Everyone's going to be okay after all."

The dirt surrounded the still bodies of Xander Harris and Willow Rosenburg. The dirt engulfed every possible opening around their motion bodies, not that it mattered anymore for they were already dead.
Three vampires loomed over the mounds of dirt with interest. The insane brunette sensed the movement only moments before the redhead shot up from underneath the earth. Pircing green eyes wide, Willow looked at her new surrounds. Her hair had been a deep red as a mortal, but now shone with new color against her pale flesh.
Willow's newly focusing eyes picked up more details then she had even dreamed possible while her new ears differentiated the tinniest of sounds. All of this happened as newfound scents attacked her nostrils.
Feeling the ground that she was still sitting upon shift, Willow brought her gaze to Xander. His brown eyes- once soft, compassionate, and understanding- were lethal looking and hard. They seemed to be sizing her up before turning their attention to the others in the room.
"They're up!" a happy voice sang from in front of Willow. "At last," a darker one answered.
"Don't be mean to our new children," the first, Drusilla, scolded. Angelus just glared at her for a moment before turning back to the newly made vampires. "Hungry?"
Willow slowly nodded. Everything in her was screaming for food.
Blood, actually.
"Good, I feel like a hunt. You'll have to work for you're food but that just adds to the taste," Angelus was saying with a wicked glint in his sparkling brown eyes. The sparkling brown eyes of her sire.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Xander questioned his voice slightly more confident than when he had been human.
"Nothing," came Angelus' curt answer. "The four of us will leave right away."
"Four?" cried the outraged vampire Willow had hardly noticed. He turned his bleached blonde head to Angelus. "What's that supposed to mean, mate?"
"You're not coming, Spike," Angelus easily answered. Quick, simple, to the point. Willow admired her sire more by the second.
"There's no need for some disabled vampire in a wheelchair. How are we supposed to kill with you like that?" Xander agreed in disgust.
"I don't believe this. I don't bleeding believe this. What do you think I'm going to do while you're all out having fun?"
"Bored now," Willow sighed, using her vocal cords for the first time since her death.
She noticed with little interest that they vibrated slightly different now. What she did take great interest in, however, was her sire's proud grin at her comment.
"Don't worry, Spike, dear," Drusilla crooned. "You can always hurt the other girl. The human in chains who screams nasty comments I shalln't repeat. It wouldn't be proper," the crazy vampire insisted. "Cordelia?" came Xander's surprised voice.
"I didn't like her. She was no fun, played with toys that should have been mine," Willow cut in.
Even though, she now remembered she didn't want Xander, Willow still felt rage towards the other girl. She still felt like Cordelia had stolen something that could have- or should have- belonged to her.
"I thought about how much you seemed to dislike her so got her for you," Angelus answered.
Willow tilted her head to the side in confusion. "For me? When I don't like her? A kill?" she asked now getting excited. But was disappointed to see her sire shake his head. "Then why?" she asked softly, almost like a child.
"Well that is what we have torture tools for," Angelus supplied, brown eyes twinkling evilly.
Willow allowed her smile to match his.