SPOILERS: This takes place after Angel loses his soul but before Becoming, which never happened in my 'verse. I will keep and discard Buffy lore as I see fit.

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 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 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 in covetous joy. His lips placed soft butterfly kissed 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 heartache 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.