Seize The Night (Pt.2/4)

by Inell
inell@aol.com

rating: nc-17


Willow hated when Darla left her alone. Not that she minded being alone.
She didn't. But, she didn't like the master. Hadn't from the moment they had met. She hated the feeling that he was watching and listening to everything she did. She didn't trust him. She would be happy to see him die.
She had been a vampire for three weeks now. Her only friend, Xander, had no idea. She had written a run away note and packed some stuff so no one would suspect. She knew she wasn't strong enough to face the slayer. The girl that had been becoming her friend. She would wait until it was time before she made her appearance.
She knew where Darla had gone. Had known when she had been told to remain at the room. Darla had gone to see him, Angelus. Willow had found herself intrigued by the tails of her brother and his deeds. His story was tragic in some ways, in others it was rather justified. She knew Darla missed him. She often spoke of the old days when she, Angelus, William and Drusilla hunted and played together. Willow felt envious of those pleasurable times. Now, it was just her and Darla in a den of snakes. She didn't like any of the master's minions.
Willow stretched as she again wondered what had happened to make her what she was. The master had seemed very surprised at her progress. She felt the need for blood, but it wasn't very strong. Not in comparison to the others. She did love the power though. The strength she now had was worth dying to get. No longer would she be the weak one..the frail one...the one people feared would get hurt. Now she was the one doing the hurting. She loved that part of the game. The chase. It made her blood flow and her heart race. It almost made her feel alive again.
She looked up as the door opened. Darla came into the room, a smile on her face, "Why so sad Lovey?"
"Just thinking" Willow said. "Did you see him?"
Darla nodded, a far off look in her eyes, "Yes. He's still so handsome.
So stubborn. I told him about you...he was interested and a bit jealous."
"Jealous? Of me?" Willow said, sitting up and putting her knee under her chin.
"Yes of you lovey. He knows his place as my favorite is being jeapordized. He doesn't like that....even if he hasn't truly been mine for hundreds of years. It was always his place. Now, he has to share. Angelus was never big on sharing affections."
"I'm one of your favorites?" Willow said, smiling at her sire.
"Yes silly. One of my very favorites." Darla said, ruffling the girl's hair and smiling, "I gave him the warning. We'll see what he chooses to do."
"Do you think he'll tell her?" Willow asked, refering to the slayer. She was interested in meeting this brother of hers. Darla had piqued her curiosity with all the stories of him.
"Yes. But, if it comes down to a decision, he'll choose me" Darla said.
"Are you sure?" Willow had to ask.
"Yes. He is still loyal to me, as I am to him. So, did you have fun this evening?"
"I hate this place. The master watches me...I don't like it." Willow said, making a face.
Darla stiffened, looking at her. "He watches you? How?"
"I don't know...." Willow said, "It's rather creepy."
"Fuck. He wants you. Damn him." Darla cursed. "I won't allow it."
"Wants? As in..." Willow shook her head, making a disgusted face.
"Yuck."
"Pack your bag. We're leaving" Darla said. Seeing Willow's look of surprised, she sighed, "It wasn't what I planned, BUT I will not allow him to ruin you. I have plans for you my lovey. They don't include being beaten and raped by that bastard."
"Where will we go? He could come after us." Willow said, not wanting her sire in any danger.
Darla thought a moment, "He won't come after us....I almost beat him when I was alive. He's scared of me in many ways. We should be safe if I tell him I want to teach you above ground. Well, it looks as if you might be meeting your big brother sooner than I planned."
"We're going to stay with Angelus? Will he allow it?" Willow asked, packing up her new clothes.
"I'm his sire. He won't have a choice. Besides, he wouldn't turn us away. He might feel guilty" Darla spat out the last word, a reminder of the terrible curse that had befallen her eldest. She looked at Willow and knew the girl was curious, "Sorry, lovey. I just want to get you away from the Master. He's not going to hurt you."
"Of course Mum. I trust you." Willow said, smiling. "Now, shouldn't you pack too?"
Darla laughed, "Yes. I'll meet you here after dawn. We can leave while the others sleep. There is a tunnel that runs to Angelus's apartment. We can make it safely with no worries." "See you at dawn, Mum" Willow said, finishing packing her bag as her sire left. She felt herself pitying her brother. Poor Angelus. He really had no option to turn them away...not matter how much he might want to. She felt a shiver of anticipation at finally being able to meet the man though. She wondered if he was as attractive as Darla had said. Knowing her sire, probably more so. She began to hum softly as she finished packing the bag. She couldn't wait to meet him.

Angel heard a noise coming from his closet and stiffened. He reached across his table for the stake he kept for emergencies. He moved silently from the bed, crouching in the darkness of his room as he listened to the shuffling coming from his closet.
"Damn it. Why does he have so many clothes? He never wears anything but the black anyway."
Angel dropped the stake, scowling as he swung the closet door open.
"Darla. Would you mind telling me why you're in my closet?"
"Don't ask silly questions boy. Help me out of this damn hole." Darla cursed, her white shirt now a dingy brown from the journey through the sewers.
Angel fought the urge to leave her there but finally gave up. He reluctantly held his hand out to her, lifting her easily into his bedroom. She glanced at him, her eyes roaming over his frame. She smiled as she reached back into the hole and helped someone up. Angel watched curiously, wondering what she was doing.
Angel saw a bright flash of red hair as Darla walked back into the bedroom pulling someone behind her. "Lovey, meet Angelus. Angelus, meet your little sister."
Willow looked up, her eyes widening as she realized the man was nude. She then realized that he was the most gorgeous male specimen she had ever seen. She felt something stir inside her as she met his dark brown eyes.
Angel's smirk died as he found himself looking into beautiful green eyes. Intelligent eyes that were watching him curiously. He couldn't move, not wanting to break the contact he had made with this magnificent creature. His sister? Hardly. His demon strained at its cage. She was going to be his.
"Well, this is interesting." Darla said, a smile on her pretty face as she watched them react to each other. She had known when she had first seen the girl that she was meant for Angelus. Such fire..such cunning. There was only one man that could tame her. The master was foolish for even thinking himself good enough for her Willow. She had always been for Angelus.
"Why are you here?" Angel asked, his voice low and threatening as he kept his eyes the girl's face. It was hard to believe such an innocent looking girl was his sire's latest childe. He saw the hidden fire in the green eyes and realized that maybe it wasn't so astonishing.
"My dear Angelus, I so love your lack of modesty, but Lovey here isn't used to men. Why don't you put something on." Darla said, glancing pointedly at Angel's half erect cock.
Angel frowned at her before looking down. Had he been able, he might have blushed. He had been so absorbed in his new sister that he hadn't realized he was still naked from sleeping. He did as his sire told him, again wishing he could just tell her off. But, his loyalty to her was too strong. He zipped his pants, leaving his chest bare. "So, why are you here?"
Darla sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes watching her children with amusement. Both were trying to act as though the other weren't there. Such silly things. In her day, she'd have already been shagging like crazy. Stubborn fools. Too much alike in some ways. "The master was after my Lovey. We had to leave."
"The Master wanted you?" Angel asked the girl, curious to hear her voice.
"Yes. He was always watching me..." Willow said softly, her voice husky.
Angel nodded, looking back at Darla. "And you came to me. Why?"
"Wasn't anyone else" Darla said simply. "I trust you with my life. I trust you my Lovey's life. The master won't come after us but I'd rather be safe than sorry."
Angel sighed, running a hand through his hair, "So you want to stay here. Damn it, it's been eighty years. Nothing from you. Not a single word. And now twice in twenty four hours. Both times wanting something."
"We don't have anywhere else to go" Willow said calmly. She found herself attracted to this man in a way she had never felt before. He scared her on one level, yet on another he excited her. She wanted to explore those feelings, if she were allowed.
"Angelus, I won't force it. If you refuse, I will take Lovey back to the Master and let him have her. The only way he can have her is with my permission."
"No!" Angel hissed, not wanting that beast to touch this girl. "Fine. You can both stay. I have one extra bedroom."
"Thank you" Darla said the words for the first time in many many years. She saw Angelus' shocked look as she took Willow's hand. "Come lovey. We shall see our new home."
"Wait...is that it?" Angel asked, wondering why he felt rather neglected suddenly. Usually Darla would have wanted to play with him at the least. Now, she was simply walking away...with his new sister. Jealous reared its head as he said, "Let the kid find her own way. We have lots to discuss Mum."
Willow froze, hearing his sarcastic tone. She turned, her eyes blazing, "I am not a kid."
"Sure acting like one" he taunted, a smile crossing his handsome face. "Me? That's rich. What, dear brother? Mad that you've been replaced? That you're no longer her favorite?" Willow tauned back, seeing him blanch and she knew she had struck home with that one.
"Listen here, BABY sister, I'll always be the best. Learn that now and we won't have any problems. If you push me, you'll learn it the hard way."
"Please. Don't threaten me, OLD man. You might used to have been the best, but well, we see who she wants now don't we?" Willow grinned triumphantly.
"Old? Who are you calling old, you whelp? Immature little girl" Angelus threw back at her. He hadn't felt this good in years. He leaned back against his bed as Lovey sat in a chair. They continued arguing about who had Darla's affections the most now.
Darla watched them both argue and felt a rush of motherly pride. These were her children. The heat they were giving off was amazing. She chuckled as she realized it wouldn't take very much time before they exploded from the intensity of it. Yes, she had chosen wisely. She left the room going to see her new home. Let them argue for a bit. It was probably the closest Angel had been to expressing something other than guilt for years.
He needed some excitement in his life. Well, he had them both now. She smiled as she heard the shouts getting louder as the taunting grew almost viscious. Yes, definitely made for each other. She went to the bedroom and laid down, her mind rethinking her plans to adjust to the new situation. Things would work out even better now, she knew. She had her Angelus and her Willow by her side..where they belonged.

Willow couldn't believe that she'd ever found Angel attractive. He was a loud jerk. So suave and charming it was nauseating. Just like those boys back in school that had ignored her. She detested him because she knew that Darla loved him and had for over two hundred years. He never missed a chance at rubbing her nose in their shared past. To think she had almost wanted him.
Angel glared at Willow. He had found out her name two days after they had moved in with him. He had also learned that, while alive, she had been friends with Buffy and Xander. That had surprised him. There was a lot about her that surprised him. She nothing like any fledge he'd ever seen. Her maturity was that of someone his age. He hated that. To think he had wanted her when they had first met. He had been without a woman for too long, he decided. That little girl wouldn't best him.
Darla walked into the room, noticing the tension. Two silly children. Spending all their time arguing and glaring instead of fucking like crazed animals. What was she going to do with them? She sat down, her eyes on Angel, "So, the slayer defeated the assassins."
"Yes. She was hurt a bit but should be fine. Xander is watching after her."
"Xander...and Buffy?" Willow asked, curious despite herself. Xander had been her only friend when she was turned. Had been since they were five.
"Yes. After your 'death' they turned to each other. They are quite happy, for a slayer and a moron." Angel added.
"Xander was not a moron!" Willow defended, "He was just misunderstood." Angel snorted, "Misunderstood my ass. He's an airhead."
"Mum, may we hunt?" Willow asked, ignoring him. She was not going to give him the satisfaction of winning another argument that night.
"No hunting" Angel said, his eyes looking at Darla.
"Now, my boy. We have to feed. Unlike some, we can not survive on pig's blood." Darla said sweetly.
"No. I will not condone you two killing innocent people." Angel insisted.
"Who said anything about innocent?" Willow asked, smirking.
"You will not kill while living under my roof, young lady!" Angel roared at her.
"Fuck you. You aren't my father" Willow hissed back. "Come along Mum. I want to kill something."
"Sit down" Angel said, his voice dark and low as his eyes stared at her.
"Maybe I can find my old friend Xander. Take away someone the slayer loves" Willow taunted, knowing that even if she were a vampire she would never harm Xander. Luckily, Angel had no idea of her loyalty to the boy.
"Sit down, Willow" Angel said again, his tone threatening. "You are too reckless...some one needs to teach you control....SIT DOWN!"
"Make me" Willow said, sticking her tongue out at him. She turned to Darla, "May we go now Mum?"
Darla saw the look that had entered Angel's eyes and knew her youngest childe had gone too far. It was time. Finally. Shaking her head softly, she stood. She kissed Willow's cheek. "I'll be back tomorrow evening, lovey. You two kids behave."
Willow looked at Darla in surprise, "What? I'm coming too. You can't leave me here!"
Willow watched as Darla just smiled at her, a proud look in her eyes as she looked back at Angel. Willow felt a rush of anxiety cross her. Darla was leaving her...with him. She heard the sinister chuckle as the door shut. She moved quickly, trying to reach it before he got her. Too soon, his hard body was holding her from behind.
Angel pulled Willow into him. He tried to ignore his body's reaction to her, knowing he detested her. But, it wouldn't listen. At the smell of her..the feel of her..he hardened instantly. He moved his head beside her ear and whispered, "What was that about making you, little girl? I'd say that, right now, I could make you do anything I wanted, Willow. Want to test that theory?"

Willow heard his words and her demon reacted. She pushed back against him, catching him off balance. He toppled to the floor, his arms still around her. She fell on top of him, his grip loosening. She moved quickly, facing off against him. She wiped the blood from her mouth where she had hit the corner of the table.
"Come on, old man. Can dish it out, but you can't take it?" she taunted, an energy racing through her as they faced off.
Angel roared, getting to his feet and staring at her. "You bitch. You made me bleed."
"Uh oh...poor wittle boy hurt himself" she said with a smirk.
Angel moved, heading towards her. She moved out of his way, his hand grabbing the ends of her hair. She yelped as he pulled her back against him. "What was that little girl?"
Willow brought her foot up from the back, hitting him between his legs. He gasped, letting her go as he cradled his injured anatomy. She smiled at the look of retribution in his dark eyes. She ran into his bedroom, closing the door behind her. She looked for a weapon to aid her, but there was nothing.
Angel stood, his demon in full face. He had to dominate the bitch. She hadn't learned her place yet. He moved, trying to open the door. She'd locked it. He calmed down, his handsome features replacing the fangs. He kicked the door, wood splintering as he walked into his bedroom. "Baby girl's been naughty...now she has to pay."
Willow looked up, her eyes wide with excitement and desire at their game. She looked for a way to escape but there wasn't one. She saw him smirk as she realized she'd backed herself into a corner. Damn arrogant bastard. She wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. "Come and get me."
Angel felt his cock harden at her words. He was more turned on than he had been in years. He had forgotten how fun the chase was. She had reminded him of what he had used to be. He didn't like that. He hadn't felt so normal since the damn curse, eighty years before. He could smell the blood dripping from the cut on her lip. He licked his lips, moving towards her silently.
Willow caught his eye and couldn't move. The desire she saw there froze her on the spot. She couldn't believe that this man...this heavenly man....wanted her. She wondered if he would ever have even noticed her before her change. Probably not. He'd have been wrapped up in Buffy or someone equally charming and beautiful. Her turning had allowed her true instincts out to play. She waited until he was almost to her before she moved. She was over the bed in moments.
Angel caught her half way across. He tumbled to the bed, her soft body in his arms. He pushed her against the mattress, his voice purring as he said, "I win, little girl."
Willow heard his triumphant words and felt something snap. She bucked against him, his hard body not allowing her to move. Groaning, she collected all the power she had inside and thrust up. She sent him onto his back on the matress. She straddled him, her hands holding his against the sheets. She smirked at him, loving the dark look in his eyes as he realized she had bested him. She leaned down, her hair brushing against his chest as she whispered in his ear, "Sorry, pops. This time, I win." Giving in to temptation, she moved to his mouth, her mouth taking his roughly. He groaned, kissing her back fiercely. Willow melted against him as he deepened the winning kiss she had claimed.

Angel couldn't believe she, some fledge not even a month old, had beaten him. He was over two hundred fifty yet he had fallen like a new born. He felt her tongue run along his lips, her teeth biting his lower lip and sucking on the drops of blood. He whimpered slightly, pushing up against her. She was so very strong. He was more excited than he could ever remember being in the last century at least. He couldn't move his arms at all, she had them pinned at his side. The power was coming off of her waves and it excited him. He loved the game...had missed it more than he had ever realized.
Willow was having fun. She had him completely at her mercy. She had never felt so much strength. She loved the taste of his blood. So rich..so strong. She let her tongue slide into his mouth, her fingernails digging into his wrists. She heard him whimper like a puppy and smiled against his lips. She had caused that. The thought made her even more wet than she had been. She pulled her mouth free, her eyes taking in his bloodied lip, the lust filled dark gaze that watched her cautiously, the flare of his nostrils as his arousal completely took over his entire being. She stood up, her eyes running lazily over him.
"Strip."
Angel sat up, his tongue running over his lower lip. He heard her demand and contemplated refusing. He saw the look of desire in her green eyes along with something much more interesting. Love. She had affection for him. He wondered when that had happened. The connection between them, Darla's blood, pulled at him and he knew he would not...could not..refuse. He stood, his eyes not leaving hers. He pulled the shirt over his head, revealing his muscular chest. He saw her eyes wander over him and felt pride at the arousal he saw. He smirked at her as he began to unfasten his pants. He let them fall, lifting first one leg and then other until they lay on the floor. His cock stood out proud, hard and aching. He resisted the urge of taking her and waited...wanting to see what the next step of the game was.
Willow would have smiled at the vision of this handsome man nude except black socks wanting her. She smiled, the control she had over him surprising her. From what she had heard, Angelus always wanted to be in control. The soul must have lightened him up a bit. She moved close to him, her hand running over his chest. She let her fingers play in the small scatterring of hair that led down to his thick cock. She saw him stiffen his body as her fingernails ran along his length.
She allowed one to wipe the drop of liquid from his tip. She brought that finger to her mouth, her eyes still searing into his. She licked it clean, making appropriate sounds to let him know she enjoyed his taste.
She saw his eyes darken and knew she was pushing him...pushing the master demon known as Angelus. She loved riding this edge. Not knowing when it would finally be too much. His own self control was amazing. She hoped one day to have his discipline.
"Strip me" she ordered huskily, her eyes shining with mischief. That night she would lose her virginity to Angel. To her mum's favorite childe...her older brother. It somehow seemed unavoidable. They were meant for each other. Darla had seen that. It had just taken them a bit longer to realize it. The room was filled with electricity and heat. It amazed her that two cold creatures such as themselves could give off so much heat. She was on fire from his eyes...from his touch. She was wet and waiting for his claiming...when she allowed it. She saw him look at her unsure, as though he hadn't heard her correctly. She smiled softly, her eyes burning into his, "Strip me."

Angel smiled seductively as he moved forward. He had seen a brief flash of uncertainty in her green eyes. He had forgotten for a moment that she was a virgin. She had chosen him as her first. His cock throbbed even more at that knowledge. He would teach her everything she needed to know about passion, pleasure and pain. He let his hand move to her shirt, his fingers brushing against her breasts, still covered by the material. He saw her watching him curiously, her eyes not leaving his hands.
He unbuttoned the first button, her pale flesh coming into view. He allowed his finger to brush against her bare skin and was rewarded with a soft moan. Smiling, he went to the next button and then the next.
Soon, her graceful neck was bared to him. He leaned over, his lips brushing against the skin he was baring. He heard her draw in an unnecessary breath and almost chuckled. He was getting to her all right.
He continued unbuttoning her shirt, his lips blazing a heated trail across her stomach and chest. He stood, pushing the shirt from her shoulders.
Her breasts were bound in a beige lacey bra. Deciding not to do what she expected, he moved his fingers to her jeans. Her eyes widened as her nipples hardened even more. He unzipped the jeans, the sound the only thing that broke the silence of the room. He slid the jeans down her long legs and threw them behind her. Standing back, he looked at her. Beautiful. Slim and graceful. Her breasts were not big, but the perfect fit for his hand...or his mouth. Her flat stomach quivered slightly as he took his time with his appraisal. He could smell her arousal, the aroma permeating the room. He knelt in front of her, his mouth moving to the juncture between her thighs. He enhaled deeply, the scent sweet and husky.
Willow was amazed at how sensual he had turned in the simple act of removing her clothes. She was still wearing her bra and panties but he had looked at her as if she was nude. She felt her breasts ache as he moved his face closer to her wet passage. She felt his silky brush against her stomach and whimpered. She wanted him. She felt his fingers brush against her skin as he began to leisurly slide her panties down her legs. She was barely able to stand, her knees weak from his caresses. She suddenly gasped as she felt his tongue swipe across her clit. Her hands went to his head to steady herself, entwining themselves in his dark hair. She murmered incoherantly as he began to feast on her juices. The tension inside her snapped as she came with a shout, her body thrusting against his face.
Angel had never tasted anything so intoxicating. He continued to lick her, not wanting to move from this position. He felt her grip tighten on his hair as she began to groan from his tongue and his finger's activities. With each sound she made, his cock throbbed even more. He was the first person to make her feel like this. It delighted him in a way that should have frightened him. His past was gone with the curse yet she made him feel more like a true vampire than he had in decades. He loved her for that.
He stood, his face covered in her juices. He saw her eyes half closed, passion fogging them as they focused on him. He kissed her, pulling her against his nude body. Her breasts strained against the bra, the material rubbing against his chest. He ripped the offensive material away, enjoying the feel of her cold breasts pressed against his chest. Their tongues danced as he moved her to the bed. It was time to take what was his. He had taken back control of the game.


part 3