Fic: Moonlight Changes Everything 2/4
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dragonyphoenixTitle: Moonlight Changes Everything
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: In this part, Dru, Angelus, vamp!Willow, Spike, Buffy
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
Notes: Assorted bits of dialog from Becoming, Part 2
The next evening Angelus led Willow out of the mansion. “You know what to do?”
Willow, ready to roll her eyes after so much unnecessary instruction, kept her face neutral, although she couldn't keep a sting out of her voice. “Yes! Get Buffy's plans.”
As she walked from the mansion, Willow tugged at her clothes as if they itched. “Willow,” Angelus called to her. Pausing, she turned. “Buffy has to believe you're human.”
“I know. She will.”
“You have to remain in character. Remember, she could be anywhere. For all you know, she's watching you now,” he said.
“If she were, then you just told her I'm a vampire,” Willow replied.
Angelus leaped the distance between them, put one hand around Willow's neck, and raised her off the ground. Thinking quickly, Willow cringed just like she had that night that Angelus had captured her in the school hallway. “Good girl,” he said as he dropped her back down.
Aware of Angelus' eyes on her, Willow walked away as if unsure of herself, looking around to check for demons she knew weren't there, keeping up the act until she was almost certain Angelus was no longer watching. She took a long look around until she was sure she was alone and then, dropping her human guise, sneaked back to the mansion, hiding herself in some bushes she'd marked out as good cover.
Angelus looked like he was about ready to throttle Dru as the little lunatic raved on and on about the moon. Willow jumped back, startled, when Dru, pointing a finger at her hiding place, said, “The leaves are as dark as the night sky, the petals as luminous as stars, twinkling in and out next to the eyes of the moon.”
“Dru,” Angelus warned.
“The stars sing and dance, but they've abandoned.” Instead of finishing the sentence, she started crying. Angelus folded his arms. “The clouds,” she said through her tears. “It's all misty,” she added, her hands stretched forward as if she couldn't see and had to feel her way. After another moment she shook her head and asked, “Daddy, why was I crying?”
“Are you ready to hunt yet?”
“Oh yes,” she said, wiping the tears from her face. “May I pick?”
“Where?”
“Lover's Lane, up by the woods. We can dance to their screams, just like the stars do.”
As she finished speaking she looked confused, like she might wander off into a trance again. Angelus agreed quickly. “Come on, lassie. The night won't last forever.”
Willow waited, freezing herself in place, until she was sure they were gone. Just as she was ready to start hunting for Buffy, Spike strolled out of the mansion – on his own two feet. Willow smiled. “He's sneakier than I thought,” she told herself as she chased after. “He could be useful after all.”
Willow had been trailing Spike for five minutes before she realized he was heading to her old neighborhood, toward the house she'd grown up in. As he turned onto her street, Willow raced through the backyards to her old home. While she didn't know why he was going there, his destination seemed certain. Climbing onto the garage of the house next door, Willow looked down to see Buffy staring at the darkened windows. Spike was walking straight toward the Slayer.
“Hello cutie,” Spike said from the sidewalk.
Buffy turned, obviously caught by surprise, tears running down her face. “Awww look, she's been crying, just for me,” Willow said to herself as Buffy flew at Spike, crashing him into a parked car. She'd punched him three times, bam, bam bam before he grabbed her arms and shoved her away.
As Buffy pulled out a stake, he shouted, “Hey, truce here. White flag and all that rot.”
“Let me clear this up for you. We're mortal enemies. We don't get time outs.”
“You want to go a round, pet,” he replied, “I'll have a gay old time of it. You want to stop Angel? You're going to have to play things a bit differently.”
Buffy lowered the stake slightly, asking, “What are you talking about?”
“Good question,” Willow whispered. “What are you up to?”
“I'm talking about your ex, the Jack you let out of the bloody box.”
“This has got to be the lamest trick you guys have ever thought up.”
“Fine,” Spike said, lighting a cigarette. “I'll give you a freebie. Your friends,” she said with a nod toward Willow's house.
“What did you do?”
“Me? Nothing, but lover boy went to town. The boy's dead, but Red's been Turned. He's sending her to spy on you. Shouldn't be hard to verify I'm telling the truth.” He took a few steps back, putting the car between them. “Once you've done that, I'll be back. We'll have a chat.”
As Spike vanished into the night, Willow thought quickly. The sooner Angelus knew what Spike was up to, the quicker Spike would go down, knocking Dru's main support right out from under her feet, but the chance to confront Buffy was too tempting to resist. Slipping off the roof, Willow thought about playing human for a bit, sowing uncertainty in the Slayer's mind, but she didn't have the time, not if she wanted to get to Angelus before Spike returned to the mansion.
As Willow stepped out of the shadows, Buffy raised her stake. “How'd you know?” Willow asked, pretending ignorance.
“Spike told me.”
“I thought he might have. Angelus told him to,” Willow lied. “Not that I'm supposed to know about it,” she added with a shake of her head, “but they really are incredibly obvious, aren't they?”
“Why would he do that?” Buffy asked, each word clear and precise, as if she were keeping her world from falling apart by carefully choosing her words.
“Aww, is Buffy upset that her darling beloved tried to hurt her?” Willow asked in mock sympathy before bluntly adding, “He wanted you to kill your best friend.”
“What about Xander?” Buffy asked.
“Drusilla killed him,” Willow replied. Not only was it the truth, but it made Dru an even bigger target in Buffy's mind.
“Who killed you?”
There were so many ways to respond to that. Willow went for the cruelest. “Angel.”
Buffy's eyes teared up. “I'm so sorry, Willow,” she choked out.
Willow walked around a tree, trailing her hand over the rough bark. “I'm not.” She stopped in front of the tree, where Buffy would have a clear shot, and made herself look vulnerable. “I just wish Xander were here, not the weak human he was,” she added as she shifted into vamp-face, “ but the monster he could have been. He'd have loved hunting you.”
As Buffy threw the stake, Willow rolled to her left, vanishing into the bushes before the stake hit the tree. “Some other time then,” Willow called out before racing off to find Angelus.
* * *
Spike listened outside the mansion, hearing the usual night noises, but nothing to make him think Angelus' home, he'd never think of it as his, was occupied. An owl, swooping down on some unsuspecting rodent, made him smile as he thought of Angelus trapped in the claws of his plan. Marveling at the awfulness of that metaphor, after over a century of unlife that was the best he could come up with?, he walked to the nook where he'd hidden his wheelchair. Angelus was sitting there, sword in hand. As he stood, the chair crashed back.
“Angelus, I can explain.”
“Going to tell me a story?” Angelus asked, sweeping the sword before him. “I've already heard one. It seems you've made a deal to sell me out to the Slayer.”
Without a second thought, Spike raced deeper into the mansion, to the far side of the room, elated he'd made it to the weapon chest until he heard Angelus chuckling behind him. Grabbing a sword he turned to see Dru and Willow blocking the exits. “Missed your chance to escape without a fight, did you?” Angelus asked as he stepped into the center of the room, sword at the ready. “You never were much of a thinker.”
Spike replied with a confident-looking smirk. “Think I can take you. The sword is a gentleman's weapon, giving the advantage to those who are light and quick on their feet. It really shouldn't be the weapon of choice for blockheads who rely on dull, brute strength.”
With a snarl, Angelus slammed his sword down until it flashed like lightening in the firelight, raining down blow after blow until Spike, too worn down by the assault to block the last blow, was cut, a long slash running down from his right shoulder to his left hip. Glancing up, with a sinking stomach, Spike saw that Dru had shifted into vamp-face at the scent of his blood.
Angelus licked his lips. “Flayed alive, is that how it should be? Certainly it'd be the sort of death a traitor like you deserves.”
Spike, unsuccessfully using his left hand to hold shut the wound, kept his sword at the ready, waiting for Angelus to attack, but instead the vampire surprised him. “Willow,” he called out, gesturing toward Spike with his sword, “would you like a go?”
Spike closed his eyes for one brief moment against the certainty that Angelus would offer the sword to Dru next. He couldn't see Willow behind him by the open doorway that led to the garden, but knew she'd accept. Vampires lived for violence; Fledges moreso than most – the young needed to prove themselves.
Spike didn't hear Willow accept, not that he had to, but he did see Angelus toss her the sword. Seeing his only chance for escape, Spike threw his sword after, striking Willow through the shoulder before she had time to register his attack. The first sword, the one Angelus had tossed, fell from her hands, clattering on the floor, as Spike started charging for the door. He grabbed it in passing, slowing himself down slightly, but the weapon would be worth it.
Outside of the mansion, Spike headed for the trees that stood between the house and the road, knowing it was futile since Angelus could track him by scent if not by sight, but he wasn't about to just roll over and give up. Hearing voices behind, Spike ducked around one of the larger trees, pressing himself tightly against the trunk, listening closely, trying to pretend those weren't Dru's footsteps mixed in among Angelus' and the minion's.
The footsteps stopped, not ten feet from his hiding place. “He's close,” he heard Angelus call out. There was the sound of an elaborately exaggerated sniff. “Spike, you can't hide. I can smell your blood.”
Spike smiled. Angelus' words had told him, as clearly as sight, exactly how far away Angelus was. Stepping around the tree, he threw the sword, but Angelus saw it coming. Stepping to one side, he grabbed the sword midair, catching it in one hand, the sword slicing through his skin as it slid to a halt. With blood gushing down his arm, Angelus said, “Why do you even bother running? It's not like I'll let you escape.”
At the sound of tires, screeching down the road, taking a turn too fast, Spike's head turned, not much but enough to warn Angelus. “No,” he shouted as Spike dashed out into the street and threw himself onto the passing car. Grabbing onto the edges, where the windows would be if they hadn't been rolled down, Spike winced as his cut opened again but held on. He could deal with that if he escaped.
“Oh, bugger me,” Spike called out as the car slowed, definitely about to stop, but then from inside the car he heard a voice shouting out “drive, drive” as if in a panic. Guessing somebody had looked back and spotted the vamps in pursuit, Spike shouted out, “Ta lads. Thanks for the help” as the car sped away.
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: In this part, Dru, Angelus, vamp!Willow, Spike, Buffy
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
Notes: Assorted bits of dialog from Becoming, Part 2
The next evening Angelus led Willow out of the mansion. “You know what to do?”
Willow, ready to roll her eyes after so much unnecessary instruction, kept her face neutral, although she couldn't keep a sting out of her voice. “Yes! Get Buffy's plans.”
As she walked from the mansion, Willow tugged at her clothes as if they itched. “Willow,” Angelus called to her. Pausing, she turned. “Buffy has to believe you're human.”
“I know. She will.”
“You have to remain in character. Remember, she could be anywhere. For all you know, she's watching you now,” he said.
“If she were, then you just told her I'm a vampire,” Willow replied.
Angelus leaped the distance between them, put one hand around Willow's neck, and raised her off the ground. Thinking quickly, Willow cringed just like she had that night that Angelus had captured her in the school hallway. “Good girl,” he said as he dropped her back down.
Aware of Angelus' eyes on her, Willow walked away as if unsure of herself, looking around to check for demons she knew weren't there, keeping up the act until she was almost certain Angelus was no longer watching. She took a long look around until she was sure she was alone and then, dropping her human guise, sneaked back to the mansion, hiding herself in some bushes she'd marked out as good cover.
Angelus looked like he was about ready to throttle Dru as the little lunatic raved on and on about the moon. Willow jumped back, startled, when Dru, pointing a finger at her hiding place, said, “The leaves are as dark as the night sky, the petals as luminous as stars, twinkling in and out next to the eyes of the moon.”
“Dru,” Angelus warned.
“The stars sing and dance, but they've abandoned.” Instead of finishing the sentence, she started crying. Angelus folded his arms. “The clouds,” she said through her tears. “It's all misty,” she added, her hands stretched forward as if she couldn't see and had to feel her way. After another moment she shook her head and asked, “Daddy, why was I crying?”
“Are you ready to hunt yet?”
“Oh yes,” she said, wiping the tears from her face. “May I pick?”
“Where?”
“Lover's Lane, up by the woods. We can dance to their screams, just like the stars do.”
As she finished speaking she looked confused, like she might wander off into a trance again. Angelus agreed quickly. “Come on, lassie. The night won't last forever.”
Willow waited, freezing herself in place, until she was sure they were gone. Just as she was ready to start hunting for Buffy, Spike strolled out of the mansion – on his own two feet. Willow smiled. “He's sneakier than I thought,” she told herself as she chased after. “He could be useful after all.”
Willow had been trailing Spike for five minutes before she realized he was heading to her old neighborhood, toward the house she'd grown up in. As he turned onto her street, Willow raced through the backyards to her old home. While she didn't know why he was going there, his destination seemed certain. Climbing onto the garage of the house next door, Willow looked down to see Buffy staring at the darkened windows. Spike was walking straight toward the Slayer.
“Hello cutie,” Spike said from the sidewalk.
Buffy turned, obviously caught by surprise, tears running down her face. “Awww look, she's been crying, just for me,” Willow said to herself as Buffy flew at Spike, crashing him into a parked car. She'd punched him three times, bam, bam bam before he grabbed her arms and shoved her away.
As Buffy pulled out a stake, he shouted, “Hey, truce here. White flag and all that rot.”
“Let me clear this up for you. We're mortal enemies. We don't get time outs.”
“You want to go a round, pet,” he replied, “I'll have a gay old time of it. You want to stop Angel? You're going to have to play things a bit differently.”
Buffy lowered the stake slightly, asking, “What are you talking about?”
“Good question,” Willow whispered. “What are you up to?”
“I'm talking about your ex, the Jack you let out of the bloody box.”
“This has got to be the lamest trick you guys have ever thought up.”
“Fine,” Spike said, lighting a cigarette. “I'll give you a freebie. Your friends,” she said with a nod toward Willow's house.
“What did you do?”
“Me? Nothing, but lover boy went to town. The boy's dead, but Red's been Turned. He's sending her to spy on you. Shouldn't be hard to verify I'm telling the truth.” He took a few steps back, putting the car between them. “Once you've done that, I'll be back. We'll have a chat.”
As Spike vanished into the night, Willow thought quickly. The sooner Angelus knew what Spike was up to, the quicker Spike would go down, knocking Dru's main support right out from under her feet, but the chance to confront Buffy was too tempting to resist. Slipping off the roof, Willow thought about playing human for a bit, sowing uncertainty in the Slayer's mind, but she didn't have the time, not if she wanted to get to Angelus before Spike returned to the mansion.
As Willow stepped out of the shadows, Buffy raised her stake. “How'd you know?” Willow asked, pretending ignorance.
“Spike told me.”
“I thought he might have. Angelus told him to,” Willow lied. “Not that I'm supposed to know about it,” she added with a shake of her head, “but they really are incredibly obvious, aren't they?”
“Why would he do that?” Buffy asked, each word clear and precise, as if she were keeping her world from falling apart by carefully choosing her words.
“Aww, is Buffy upset that her darling beloved tried to hurt her?” Willow asked in mock sympathy before bluntly adding, “He wanted you to kill your best friend.”
“What about Xander?” Buffy asked.
“Drusilla killed him,” Willow replied. Not only was it the truth, but it made Dru an even bigger target in Buffy's mind.
“Who killed you?”
There were so many ways to respond to that. Willow went for the cruelest. “Angel.”
Buffy's eyes teared up. “I'm so sorry, Willow,” she choked out.
Willow walked around a tree, trailing her hand over the rough bark. “I'm not.” She stopped in front of the tree, where Buffy would have a clear shot, and made herself look vulnerable. “I just wish Xander were here, not the weak human he was,” she added as she shifted into vamp-face, “ but the monster he could have been. He'd have loved hunting you.”
As Buffy threw the stake, Willow rolled to her left, vanishing into the bushes before the stake hit the tree. “Some other time then,” Willow called out before racing off to find Angelus.
Spike listened outside the mansion, hearing the usual night noises, but nothing to make him think Angelus' home, he'd never think of it as his, was occupied. An owl, swooping down on some unsuspecting rodent, made him smile as he thought of Angelus trapped in the claws of his plan. Marveling at the awfulness of that metaphor, after over a century of unlife that was the best he could come up with?, he walked to the nook where he'd hidden his wheelchair. Angelus was sitting there, sword in hand. As he stood, the chair crashed back.
“Angelus, I can explain.”
“Going to tell me a story?” Angelus asked, sweeping the sword before him. “I've already heard one. It seems you've made a deal to sell me out to the Slayer.”
Without a second thought, Spike raced deeper into the mansion, to the far side of the room, elated he'd made it to the weapon chest until he heard Angelus chuckling behind him. Grabbing a sword he turned to see Dru and Willow blocking the exits. “Missed your chance to escape without a fight, did you?” Angelus asked as he stepped into the center of the room, sword at the ready. “You never were much of a thinker.”
Spike replied with a confident-looking smirk. “Think I can take you. The sword is a gentleman's weapon, giving the advantage to those who are light and quick on their feet. It really shouldn't be the weapon of choice for blockheads who rely on dull, brute strength.”
With a snarl, Angelus slammed his sword down until it flashed like lightening in the firelight, raining down blow after blow until Spike, too worn down by the assault to block the last blow, was cut, a long slash running down from his right shoulder to his left hip. Glancing up, with a sinking stomach, Spike saw that Dru had shifted into vamp-face at the scent of his blood.
Angelus licked his lips. “Flayed alive, is that how it should be? Certainly it'd be the sort of death a traitor like you deserves.”
Spike, unsuccessfully using his left hand to hold shut the wound, kept his sword at the ready, waiting for Angelus to attack, but instead the vampire surprised him. “Willow,” he called out, gesturing toward Spike with his sword, “would you like a go?”
Spike closed his eyes for one brief moment against the certainty that Angelus would offer the sword to Dru next. He couldn't see Willow behind him by the open doorway that led to the garden, but knew she'd accept. Vampires lived for violence; Fledges moreso than most – the young needed to prove themselves.
Spike didn't hear Willow accept, not that he had to, but he did see Angelus toss her the sword. Seeing his only chance for escape, Spike threw his sword after, striking Willow through the shoulder before she had time to register his attack. The first sword, the one Angelus had tossed, fell from her hands, clattering on the floor, as Spike started charging for the door. He grabbed it in passing, slowing himself down slightly, but the weapon would be worth it.
Outside of the mansion, Spike headed for the trees that stood between the house and the road, knowing it was futile since Angelus could track him by scent if not by sight, but he wasn't about to just roll over and give up. Hearing voices behind, Spike ducked around one of the larger trees, pressing himself tightly against the trunk, listening closely, trying to pretend those weren't Dru's footsteps mixed in among Angelus' and the minion's.
The footsteps stopped, not ten feet from his hiding place. “He's close,” he heard Angelus call out. There was the sound of an elaborately exaggerated sniff. “Spike, you can't hide. I can smell your blood.”
Spike smiled. Angelus' words had told him, as clearly as sight, exactly how far away Angelus was. Stepping around the tree, he threw the sword, but Angelus saw it coming. Stepping to one side, he grabbed the sword midair, catching it in one hand, the sword slicing through his skin as it slid to a halt. With blood gushing down his arm, Angelus said, “Why do you even bother running? It's not like I'll let you escape.”
At the sound of tires, screeching down the road, taking a turn too fast, Spike's head turned, not much but enough to warn Angelus. “No,” he shouted as Spike dashed out into the street and threw himself onto the passing car. Grabbing onto the edges, where the windows would be if they hadn't been rolled down, Spike winced as his cut opened again but held on. He could deal with that if he escaped.
“Oh, bugger me,” Spike called out as the car slowed, definitely about to stop, but then from inside the car he heard a voice shouting out “drive, drive” as if in a panic. Guessing somebody had looked back and spotted the vamps in pursuit, Spike shouted out, “Ta lads. Thanks for the help” as the car sped away.
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Date: 2011-01-27 03:54 am (UTC)Gabrielle
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Date: 2011-01-27 04:47 pm (UTC)At least Spike will have a chance to heal while he works out what to do.
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Date: 2011-01-27 04:49 pm (UTC)And I'm so pleased you liked that response. I'm very happy with that line. ;-)
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Date: 2011-01-29 06:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-01 12:09 am (UTC)I want Willow to win. But I want Spike to win to.
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Date: 2011-02-01 02:34 am (UTC)