FIc: Moonlight Changes Everything 1/4
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dragonyphoenixTitle: Moonlight Changes Everything
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: In this part, Dru, Angelus, Willow, Xander, Spike
Rating: PG-13
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Summary: At the start of Becoming, Angelus captures Willow and Xander. Everything changes.
Notes: Written for a prompt from one of the prompt tables at bad_swa: moonlight
The scent of jasmine, night-blooming, was overwhelmed by the tang of blood as she hit the ground. Her eyes turned toward him. “Get up,” he whispered.
“My Angel?” Dru asked as she raised herself off the ground.
The black lace of her dress tore under his fingers as he grabbed her shoulder, yanking her to him. He accused her, each word accompanied by a blow that send her head reeling from side-to-side. “You.” Her her head flew left. “Ruined.” He punched her again. “Everything.” He threw her to the ground, and this time she did not look up. “What a pitiful, mewling thing you are. You don't even try to defend yourself.”
When she heard his boots clicking against stone, stepping oh so far away, she looked up and whispered “Daddy” so quietly that even she didn't hear it.
As he vanished from her sight, beams of moonlight, as sharp as arrows, filled the room, piercing her skin but leaving no visible wounds. With little cries of pain, Dru scurried into a dark corner, where the light couldn't reach her. Pulling at one of the shafts in her leg, Dru screamed when the hooked barbs tore her skin but continued pulling until the shaft was in her hand. There was no wound although her leg was throbbing where the arrow had been. It quivered in her hand a moment and then flew toward the center of the room, where the light of the moon wasn't obscured by shadows, joining the other moonbeams darting around the room.
Dru had started to pull at a second arrow when hoofbeats thundered above the garden. While she'd been distracted with the arrow, the moonbeams had formed a huge path down which raced a horse, taller than Dru had ever seen and so white that it glowed against the night sky. Its hooves were silver, and its ears tipped with red crescents. Dru hissed when she saw its rider, Willow who wouldn't stay dead, dressed in the red black leather she'd favored after Angelus had turned her.
Disturbed by the presence of Angelus' other Childe, Drusilla focused on the arrows and had pulled out two more by the time she looked up to see Willow squatting next to her. “Moonlight changes everything,” said the hateful voice. “Poor little lunatic, you thought you had the power because the moon governs madmen and fools, but there is a more ancient association; the moon rules terror and we both know whom terror belongs to.” Drusilla yanked out an arrow and, before it could fly away, stabbed it into Willow's heart. As the nasty face vanished, the dust flew into Dru's eyes, blinding them.
When she could see again, Dru was running, hunting with Angelus. Poor Spike had been left behind, trapped in his wheelchair, but that wasn't right. He could stand; it was only a game he was playing, but she wasn't supposed to know that yet so Dru turned her attention to the hunt just in time to see red hair flip to one side as a face, as pale as the moon, looked behind to see how close the hunters were. Willow picked up her pace only to trip over a root, and Xander stopped to help but was too slow.
Angelus had taken Willow so Dru grabbed Xander, holding him tightly to her as he squirmed, trying to escape. Willow stood still as a statue, only her eyes moving as she tried to see Angelus, who held her from behind, without turning her head. “I had been planning on killing you,” he said in a conversational tone, “after torturing you for a few days of course, but now it occurs to me that I might want to know what Buffy is planning.”
Xander, still struggling to get away, obviously wasn't following Angelus' train of thought, Willow did though; she was a clever one. “You want us to spy on Buffy for you?” she asked as if she couldn't believe what she'd heard.
“Are you insane? We'd never narc on Buffy,” Xander shouted.
“Not as humans, no,” Angelus said, letting yellow bleed into his eyes. Willow started struggling. She really was very clever and deserved a reward for her erudition.
“Daddy,” Dru said as she tugged Xander closer. “We should save this one for a special treat.”
Angelus' smile showed his fangs. “You have an idea?”
“She'll be hungry when she wakes,” Dru said, nodding toward Willow.
Willow's eyes grew wide for a moment and then she turned into a wild thing, well as wild as a human could get. She tried to kick backward at Angelus, but he just lifted her off the ground, tearing at her neck with his fangs.
Xander struggled in Dru's arms, shouting for help to the uncaring sky.
* * *
They played with Xander while waiting for Willow to awaken: one of his eyes had swelled shut, a few of his bones were broken, and Angelus had pulled out some fingernails. Xander was still defiant though, not giving Angelus an inch. Squinting through the one eye he could open, Xander croaked, through a voice worn out from screaming, “Buffy will kill you.”
Angelus leaned down until they were eye to eye. “She might try, but you won't be around to see it.”
Spike, his wheelchair parked near the garden doorway, called out, “Could you just kill the whelp already.”
“What?” Angelus replied. “Interrupting your beauty sleep?”
Spike's hands clenched the arms of his chair. “I won't be in this thing forever,” he muttered.
Angelus' lips twisted into a half-smile, but before he could reply, Drusilla started clapping her hands. “Sleeping Beauty awakens.” As Wilow's eyes scanned past him to settle on Xander, Angelus' smile turned to a grimace.
Willow walked to Xander with a sinuous shimmy she'd never had in life. “My poor darling,” she said as she squatted next to him and took his hand. Xander winced. “Covered in all these beautiful bruises.” She kissed her way up his arm. “Don't worry,” she said, sitting herself across his outstretched legs. Xander screamed as she jarred one of his broken bones. “Soon you'll never feel pain again. Soon we'll be together forever.”
As Willow licked the blood off of Xander's split lip, her teeth shifted to fangs, cutting him further. Pushing his head back, she tore into his throat, feeding, draining the life out of him, and only stopping when he was a inch away from death. “Soon now,” she promised, cutting her wrist with a fingernail, but before she bring her arm up to feed him, Willow was grabbed from behind.
“No need to go there lassie,” Angelus said. “I only need one of you.”
As Willow bucked against him, clawing like a lioness and kicking at his feet until he stumbled, Angelus wrenched her around until he could get a firmer grip, squeezing tightly and lifting her off the ground, until as a snap sounded from below, Willow froze. “No,” she whispered, looking down to see Drusilla squatting by Xander. His dead eyes stared at nothing.
“Humans break so easily.”
Angelus lowered his arms and stepped back, letting Willow drop to the floor. She threw herself at Dru. “You bitch.” Grabbing Dru by the arm and waist, Willow flung her across the room. Spike shifted in his wheelchair but, after a glance at Angelus, sank back into his seat.
As Dru crashed to the floor, Willow dashed out of the room to a walled edge of the garden where she reached through the ivy and broke off a long piece of wooden trellis. Stake in hand, she turned to find Angelus before her. “Stop or I'll kill you here and now.” Willow dropped the stake.
Angelus put his hands on Willow's shoulders. “You will go to Buffy and tell her Xander is dead.”
Willow crossed her arms. “I'm supposed to show up at night, after I've been captured by vampires, and assume that she won't guess I've been turned. Not even Buffy is that stupid.”
“You're the clever one. Figure out a way to fool her.”
“She'd be more likely to believe if it looked like I'd been fighting.” She tilted her head slightly and looked up at him through her eyelashes. “You know, if I was roughed up a bit.”
Angelus laughed as he cupped her breast. “Even Buffy's not dumb enough to believe you fought off a vampire.”
“I'll figure something out,” Willow whispered as she leaned in for a kiss.
When Dru gasped, wrapping her arms around herself like a shawl, staring at Angelus and Willow, giving them a small frown that neither of them saw, Spike shouted, out, “Oi. Get a room 'Gelus. Nobody wants to see you rutting.”
Angelus took his time, kissing Willow before responding. “Afraid to find out how inadequate you are?” He swept Willow into his arms, practically dancing on his feet as he carried her off to his bedroom. Willow rained kisses on his neck, but her eyes remained fixed on Xander's corpse.
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: In this part, Dru, Angelus, Willow, Xander, Spike
Rating: PG-13
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Summary: At the start of Becoming, Angelus captures Willow and Xander. Everything changes.
Notes: Written for a prompt from one of the prompt tables at bad_swa: moonlight
The scent of jasmine, night-blooming, was overwhelmed by the tang of blood as she hit the ground. Her eyes turned toward him. “Get up,” he whispered.
“My Angel?” Dru asked as she raised herself off the ground.
The black lace of her dress tore under his fingers as he grabbed her shoulder, yanking her to him. He accused her, each word accompanied by a blow that send her head reeling from side-to-side. “You.” Her her head flew left. “Ruined.” He punched her again. “Everything.” He threw her to the ground, and this time she did not look up. “What a pitiful, mewling thing you are. You don't even try to defend yourself.”
When she heard his boots clicking against stone, stepping oh so far away, she looked up and whispered “Daddy” so quietly that even she didn't hear it.
As he vanished from her sight, beams of moonlight, as sharp as arrows, filled the room, piercing her skin but leaving no visible wounds. With little cries of pain, Dru scurried into a dark corner, where the light couldn't reach her. Pulling at one of the shafts in her leg, Dru screamed when the hooked barbs tore her skin but continued pulling until the shaft was in her hand. There was no wound although her leg was throbbing where the arrow had been. It quivered in her hand a moment and then flew toward the center of the room, where the light of the moon wasn't obscured by shadows, joining the other moonbeams darting around the room.
Dru had started to pull at a second arrow when hoofbeats thundered above the garden. While she'd been distracted with the arrow, the moonbeams had formed a huge path down which raced a horse, taller than Dru had ever seen and so white that it glowed against the night sky. Its hooves were silver, and its ears tipped with red crescents. Dru hissed when she saw its rider, Willow who wouldn't stay dead, dressed in the red black leather she'd favored after Angelus had turned her.
Disturbed by the presence of Angelus' other Childe, Drusilla focused on the arrows and had pulled out two more by the time she looked up to see Willow squatting next to her. “Moonlight changes everything,” said the hateful voice. “Poor little lunatic, you thought you had the power because the moon governs madmen and fools, but there is a more ancient association; the moon rules terror and we both know whom terror belongs to.” Drusilla yanked out an arrow and, before it could fly away, stabbed it into Willow's heart. As the nasty face vanished, the dust flew into Dru's eyes, blinding them.
When she could see again, Dru was running, hunting with Angelus. Poor Spike had been left behind, trapped in his wheelchair, but that wasn't right. He could stand; it was only a game he was playing, but she wasn't supposed to know that yet so Dru turned her attention to the hunt just in time to see red hair flip to one side as a face, as pale as the moon, looked behind to see how close the hunters were. Willow picked up her pace only to trip over a root, and Xander stopped to help but was too slow.
Angelus had taken Willow so Dru grabbed Xander, holding him tightly to her as he squirmed, trying to escape. Willow stood still as a statue, only her eyes moving as she tried to see Angelus, who held her from behind, without turning her head. “I had been planning on killing you,” he said in a conversational tone, “after torturing you for a few days of course, but now it occurs to me that I might want to know what Buffy is planning.”
Xander, still struggling to get away, obviously wasn't following Angelus' train of thought, Willow did though; she was a clever one. “You want us to spy on Buffy for you?” she asked as if she couldn't believe what she'd heard.
“Are you insane? We'd never narc on Buffy,” Xander shouted.
“Not as humans, no,” Angelus said, letting yellow bleed into his eyes. Willow started struggling. She really was very clever and deserved a reward for her erudition.
“Daddy,” Dru said as she tugged Xander closer. “We should save this one for a special treat.”
Angelus' smile showed his fangs. “You have an idea?”
“She'll be hungry when she wakes,” Dru said, nodding toward Willow.
Willow's eyes grew wide for a moment and then she turned into a wild thing, well as wild as a human could get. She tried to kick backward at Angelus, but he just lifted her off the ground, tearing at her neck with his fangs.
Xander struggled in Dru's arms, shouting for help to the uncaring sky.
* * *
They played with Xander while waiting for Willow to awaken: one of his eyes had swelled shut, a few of his bones were broken, and Angelus had pulled out some fingernails. Xander was still defiant though, not giving Angelus an inch. Squinting through the one eye he could open, Xander croaked, through a voice worn out from screaming, “Buffy will kill you.”
Angelus leaned down until they were eye to eye. “She might try, but you won't be around to see it.”
Spike, his wheelchair parked near the garden doorway, called out, “Could you just kill the whelp already.”
“What?” Angelus replied. “Interrupting your beauty sleep?”
Spike's hands clenched the arms of his chair. “I won't be in this thing forever,” he muttered.
Angelus' lips twisted into a half-smile, but before he could reply, Drusilla started clapping her hands. “Sleeping Beauty awakens.” As Wilow's eyes scanned past him to settle on Xander, Angelus' smile turned to a grimace.
Willow walked to Xander with a sinuous shimmy she'd never had in life. “My poor darling,” she said as she squatted next to him and took his hand. Xander winced. “Covered in all these beautiful bruises.” She kissed her way up his arm. “Don't worry,” she said, sitting herself across his outstretched legs. Xander screamed as she jarred one of his broken bones. “Soon you'll never feel pain again. Soon we'll be together forever.”
As Willow licked the blood off of Xander's split lip, her teeth shifted to fangs, cutting him further. Pushing his head back, she tore into his throat, feeding, draining the life out of him, and only stopping when he was a inch away from death. “Soon now,” she promised, cutting her wrist with a fingernail, but before she bring her arm up to feed him, Willow was grabbed from behind.
“No need to go there lassie,” Angelus said. “I only need one of you.”
As Willow bucked against him, clawing like a lioness and kicking at his feet until he stumbled, Angelus wrenched her around until he could get a firmer grip, squeezing tightly and lifting her off the ground, until as a snap sounded from below, Willow froze. “No,” she whispered, looking down to see Drusilla squatting by Xander. His dead eyes stared at nothing.
“Humans break so easily.”
Angelus lowered his arms and stepped back, letting Willow drop to the floor. She threw herself at Dru. “You bitch.” Grabbing Dru by the arm and waist, Willow flung her across the room. Spike shifted in his wheelchair but, after a glance at Angelus, sank back into his seat.
As Dru crashed to the floor, Willow dashed out of the room to a walled edge of the garden where she reached through the ivy and broke off a long piece of wooden trellis. Stake in hand, she turned to find Angelus before her. “Stop or I'll kill you here and now.” Willow dropped the stake.
Angelus put his hands on Willow's shoulders. “You will go to Buffy and tell her Xander is dead.”
Willow crossed her arms. “I'm supposed to show up at night, after I've been captured by vampires, and assume that she won't guess I've been turned. Not even Buffy is that stupid.”
“You're the clever one. Figure out a way to fool her.”
“She'd be more likely to believe if it looked like I'd been fighting.” She tilted her head slightly and looked up at him through her eyelashes. “You know, if I was roughed up a bit.”
Angelus laughed as he cupped her breast. “Even Buffy's not dumb enough to believe you fought off a vampire.”
“I'll figure something out,” Willow whispered as she leaned in for a kiss.
When Dru gasped, wrapping her arms around herself like a shawl, staring at Angelus and Willow, giving them a small frown that neither of them saw, Spike shouted, out, “Oi. Get a room 'Gelus. Nobody wants to see you rutting.”
Angelus took his time, kissing Willow before responding. “Afraid to find out how inadequate you are?” He swept Willow into his arms, practically dancing on his feet as he carried her off to his bedroom. Willow rained kisses on his neck, but her eyes remained fixed on Xander's corpse.