FIC: Family Honour (1-2/?)

["Shadow" <Shadowlander1@xxxxxxx>]

This is a repost for at least three lists... however I have since made a
few changes to the story and plot line. It has becoe the sequel to Dark
Musings, who knew I was actually writing the prequel at the time??
Enjoy. :)

Title: Family Honour (1-2/?)
Author: Shadowlander
Email: Shadowlander1@xxxxxxx
Rating: PG-17
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all associated characters
belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Warner Bros., and are used
without permission. No copyright infringement is intended.
Pairing: Angelus/Willow/Spike; Dru/Buffy; Willow/Buffy {mentioned}
Notes: This is dedicated to Molly H., who dared me to write it. :)
This is also a fic that has loads of Oz abuse and oh yeah Angelus is
still around and that's all I'm saying. :) This takes place about a
year after the events in the silly fic Dark Musings - although you don't
have to have read it to understand what is happening, mainly because I
just decided that Honour is the sequel to Musings to begin with... still
with me? Okay so I'm trying to get out of coming up with a new idea for
the sequel. ::sheepish grin::
Archive: If you want it you go it. Just ask first

FAMILY HONOUR (1-2/?)

Crawford Street Mansion, Sunnydale
March 2000

Angelus stormed through the front door of the mansion in a near panic, a
feeling the master vampire was unused to experiencing, taking the stairs
two at a time as he raced toward the master bedroom. Only stopping when
he was met in front of the closed bedroom door by a rather pissed off
dark-haired Slayer, "Will's sleeping so you have to be quiet!" She
hissed at him, once she was certain she had gotten his attention, not at
all frightened as the vampire flashed his game face at her in reply.
"Remember, you have to be quiet." She stressed one last time as she
stepped aside to let him pass. 'Why do I even bother?' She questioned
herself, realizing that the vampire wasn't paying any attention to her
in the first place. She could have staked him and she seriously doubted
that he would have been aware of it, his mind clearly on the master
bedroom and its occupant.

Opening the bedroom door Angelus fought to keep control of his demon as
he replayed the last hours in his mind trying to make some sense of the
rather confusing events. He had gone to Los Angeles to deal with a
minor demon that had been stirring up trouble in the town that most of
the demon world knew was under his protection. Nothing major, it was
always some demon or fledgling looking to make a name for themselves by
stirring up trouble somewhere in his territory that ran throughout most
of Southern California.

And then came Cordelia's vision, one that called short his plans for a
relaxing weekend of maiming and torturing with some of his old buddies.
Whatever the ex-cheerleader had seen had truly terrified her, the only
coherent words she had been able to speak since was the name of
Angelus's favourite, Willow. And now Faith was hissing at him, telling
him he had to be quiet. If something had happened to Willow in his
absence, he would kill that blonde bitch of a Slayer he had left to look
after his little one.

Shaking his head to clear it of the distracting thoughts, he focused on
checking on Willow first then going out and killing the blonde bitch.
Only to stop in his tracks at the sight that greeted him, on the bed
amid rumpled sheets, the bedspread kicked to the floor, lay a sweat
soaked Willow, who was curled against the near naked body of his
favoured childe Spike, who calmly regarded his sire with rage.

"It's the only thing we could think of to lower her body temp." Faith
said in a low whisper, coming to stand beside the master vampire, her
own eyes locked on the bed and its occupants. "Nothing else worked, and
she's a lot quieter with Spike." She continued as an explanation for
the somewhat odd site. Angelus wasn't used to seeing Spike and Willow
in his bed without him being there too, it just wasn't done.

"What happened?" Angelus growled his game face slipping on as he picked
out the injuries that marred his little one, injuries that were not
there two days ago. No one touched his little one; she was his, as was
the dark-haired Slayer standing at his side, and Cordelia. They
belonged to him, were apart of his family, although they hadn't been
turned. In truth, there was no need to turn them, they would be around
for a long time; a thank you gift from a demon Angelus helped out not
long ago.

Sharing a quick look with Spike, Faith sighs running a hand through her
hair. "All right, I'll tell you...but not here, we just got Red
sleeping." She whispered with resolve, knowing that Sunnydale's master
wasn't going to be a very happy vampire when she was finished telling
her tale.

By the time Angelus reached the living room, Faith had been joined by
Cordelia, who was still a bit numb over whatever she had seen in her
vision, her head cradled against the Slayer's shoulder as she cried
softly.

"Well?!" He demanded pushing aside the arousal he always got when he
saw any of his "children" together. There was a reason he had chosen
the three human females to join his family when he had secured his
mastery of the town. He had wanted Willow and Cordelia even before he
lost his hated soul, and then Faith came to town. She had reminded him
so much of his stubborn Spike that he knew he had to have her. 'No,
there wasn't time to think of such things,' he growled to his self,
forcing his mind away from the pleasant images of taking the two girls
before him fast and hard until they had lost consciousness. There would
always be time later for such things, right now he had to find out what
had happened to his little Willow, the one being that could ever replace
Spike as his favourite.

"Oz is back in town." Faith stated looking the vampire straight in the
eye, her voice cold, edged with a hatred that seemed to cut the air with
its intensity. "He found Red outside of her dorm."

"Why didn't that bitch Slayer protect her?" Angelus growled nearly
shaking with rage. The werewolf had come back to town, in defiance of
Angelus' command not to ever return, there was nothing in Sunnydale for
the mutt. He had made sure of that personally, killing the boy's band
mates and family in retaliation for the mutt's interference in Angelus'
courtship of Willow. The only reason the boy had been allowed to leave
was because Willow had begged for his life, pledging to remain at the
vampire's side in return for the musician's safe passage out of town.
'This was the thanks I get for my kindness? The mutt dares to come back
and injure what is mine?' His demon raged demanding blood first from
the bitch Slayer that failed to protect Willow and then from the mutt
who dared to touch what wasn't his.

"She's in a coma. Oz shot her twice in the back, damn near point blank
range." The words broke through the haze clouding Angelus's thoughts,
forcing him to rethink his plans a bit. 'The blonde Slayer had tried to
protect Willow,' his demon thought, confused by the turn of events. He
wasn't use to having nice thoughts about his soul's beloved. It was
easier to hate the blonde Slayer, to taunt her with memories about
soulboy's love for her, although, they had come to a truce of sorts with
one another.

With a growl of frustration, he dropped into a nearby chair, determined
to get all the answers before he made any more plans. "Where's the
mutt?" he questions after a moment, his demon entertaining thoughts of
retribution against the werewolf. Then something occurred to him, "he
IS still alive isn't he?"

******************************

Angelus climbed the staircase leading back to the second floor somewhat
distractedly, his mind on Faith's report of the last few days. The mutt
had returned to town about an hour after he and Cordelia had departed
for Los Angeles, confirming his suspicion that it had been all a set up.
The demon in LA wasn't all that powerful to have stirred up things
enough that Angelus had to see to things personally. No, someone had
wanted him out of Sunnydale, he had come to that conclusion a couple of
hours after getting into LA, and now he knew whom that someone was. It
seems that the mutt has made a few friends during his exile, friends
that obviously felt they were beyond Angelus's reach. They would soon
learn otherwise, as he made his displeasure known to the world, his
demon stirring restlessly as he envisioned torturing the mutt and those
who had conspired with him to harm 'his' Willow.

No one touched Willow, not even Spike unless he had permission from
Angelus before hand. Granted the girls did play around a bit with one
another, but Angelus was the one who decided if another male would be
touching any of them. They were his "children", his possessions, it
was his right and responsibility as their "master" to decide such
matters after all. But they all know that Willow was the master's
favourite, the one who always had his attention no matter what the
occasion. She was the one he was most likely to be obsessive about,
rarely letting her out of his sight without an escort.

Pushing aside his thoughts for revenge, he turned his attention to the
closed door of the master suite once more. There would be time enough
to strike out at those who had earned his wrath once all of his children
were gathered. 'This was a family matter after all, it was only proper
that they would all be present as I take care of the mutt and his little
friends.' His demon reasoned, already picturing the mind games his
darling Drusilla would be playing as his enemies were broken, both in
mind and body. It was truly a glorious site to behold, and then Spike
and Faith would play for a bit, as they continued their unending quest
for the "prefect" torture. Angelus felt his cock stir at the mental
image of his favoured childe and the dark Slayer as they played
together. They were truly a magnificent sight; either when fighting
with one another in their repeated attempts to establish a dominance
over the other, or when they came together while mating, each still
struggling to dominant the other.

Grunting to himself in annoyance as his opened the door, he consciously
forced the images of Spike and Faith out of his mind. He just wanted to
spend some time with Willow, assuring himself that she was safe now in
his arms, and he couldn't do that with naked Spikes and Faiths dancing
through his head. Well he could, but Willow would certainly not be
getting any of the rest she so desperately needed.

Absently nodding to Spike as the bedroom door closed, Angelus began to
peel off his clothes, his eyes locked on the small figure curled against
the blonde vampire. No matter how many times he saw Willow, he never
got tried of the sight that greeted him. She never failed to excite
him, even when she was ignoring him, something about her called to him,
called to his demon, whispering soft promises of fire and passion. And
best of all that fire was his, even when she was mad at him, openly
defying him in some small fashion or other, she was still his.

Sliding into the bed he automatically reaches for Willow, a bit put off
by Spike's presence even through he knew nothing had happened between
the two in his absence. Only to be stopped by the low moan of pain torn
from the sleeping girl as she pulled away from his hand and snuggled
closer to Spike. Angelus barely controlled his demon as he watched his
little one pull away from him and to his childe. 'No!,' his demon
howled, his game face slipping on as he once more reached for the
unaware Willow. 'She was his!.' He raged, yellow eyes flashing, he
would not be pushed aside in favour of his childe, not now, not ever!

'Bloody 'ell!' Spike cursed mentally, as he carefully reassured the now
trembling girl in his arms. 'Didn't the Slayer twit warn him Red was
going to be like this?' he asked himself trying to defuse things before
his sire did something really stupid. "Easy pet," he said in a low
voice gently rubbing her back, blocking out Angelus's growls of
possession from the other side of the bed. "Its only Angelus...come
now, go to him he's waiting." He continued in a soothing voice,
carefully removing the death grip she had on his body and maneuvering
her toward the still growling Angelus.

Spike's voice broke through the sleep-induced fog clouding Willow's mind
as she drifted toward consciousness. Everything hurt and she was so
hot, she just wanted to go back to sleep to escape the pain and terrible
heat. She whimpered as the comfortable coldness that she had been
snuggled against was pulled away from her, and then she felt the hands.
"N-no," she whimpered her fevered mind began replaying Oz's brutal
attack. She had to get away, get back to Angelus, 'he'll protect her;
he always protected her.' Her mind screamed, as she struggled against
the hands on her, Angelus's continuing growls fueling the nightmare
images running through her head. Then Spike's voice cut through the
images telling her everything was fine, she was safe now and Angelus was
waiting for her. "A-angelus?" She questioned in a small voice, her
eyes wide with fear and hope, as she stared uncertainly into Spike's
face.

"Yes, luv." Spike reassured her with a small smile, his hold on his own
demon weakening by the moment. "He's waiting." He indicated with a nod
of his head to the other side of the bed, where Angelus was watching the
whole scene with a mix of jealousy and rage.

Looking fearfully over her shoulder, the raging fever playing tricks on
her mind, she relaxes a bit once she sees the familiar yellow/gold eyes
of her master staring back at her. "Master?" She questioned in a small
voice, finally pulling away from Spike and toward the dark-haired
vampire, who welcomed her with open arms. "I tried to fight
him....honest. But he was so strong..." She babbled as she settled
herself into his arms, the nightmare images still playing themselves out
in her mind.

"Shhhh, its okay." Angelus reassured her, forcing himself to keep his
voice even as not to frighten her any further. Already he was kicking
himself, at his lost of control, Faith had told him that Willow was very
feverish and had been hallucinating. That she had been in and out of
consciousness for several hours calling out for him. And yet when he
finally has the chance to hold her again after so many hours of not
knowing if she was all right; what's the first thing he does? His demon
takes over in at an imagined jealousy induced rage and all rationality
goes out the window. "I'm here now and you're safe. Nothing is going
to happen." He promised kissing the top of her head as she snuggles
closer to him. His cool body temperature luring her back to a fitful
slumber, "Spike" He said after a moment, his human face returning as he
calmed down.

Looking up as he slipped on his pants, Spike regarded his sire for a
moment before nodding absently, Angelus's unspoken apology clear in the
brown eyes staring back at him. "I'll keep everyone out of here for a
bit." He said gathering up his clothing and moving toward the door.
"I'll let you know when the others have arrived." He added from the
door taking one last look at the couple on the bed. 'Lucky bastard,' he
thought for the millionth time as he shut the door behind him.

*****************************

Meanwhile, at the same time
Rio -

"Shadow!" The voice called out as a hand shook the shoulder of the
sleeping mortal pulling her out of a deep sleep.

"Huh, wha..?" The young woman questioned opening her eyes sleepily only
to have the hell scared out of her by the vampire that was barely an
inch away from her face. "Ahhhhhhh! Damnit, Dru! Don't do that!" The
young woman cursed rolling away from the grinning vampire and onto the
floor.

"Shadow, we don't have time for this. I need the plane." Drusilla
explained, giving the half-awake mortal an amused smirk. Shadow never
failed to make her laugh, but she really didn't have the time for her
antics, she had to get back to Sunnydale.

Climbing to her feet with a muttered curse, the mortal known as Shadow
calmly regarded the dark-haired vampire trying to figure out what she
had up her sleeve this time. "Why do you need the plane?" She asked
after a moment running a hand through her close-cut hair, knowing that
she wasn't going to be getting anymore sleep tonight, not if Dru was
going to be hanging around anyway. "Crazy vampires," she muttered
darkly reaching for her cloths, absently wondering just where she's
flying Drusilla too now.

"My little tree needs me, we have to go home." Dru explained all humour
leaving her face as she recalled what Miss Edith had told her a few
hours ago. The mean doggie had hurt her little sister, did terrible
things to her, things not even daddy knew about. She had to go home and
take care of her little tree and Shadow had to come too. There was a
bad doggie to find, only Shadow could do it, the stars had told her, and
Miss Edith agreed. 'Shadow would like Sunnydale,' Drusilla decided,
with a nod coming to a decision, she would make sure her mortal friend
liked it.

End Parts One and Two.



Shadow -
Dir. of Pub. Safety of the SECLGA and Chief Dungeon Keeper.
Vampire Teddy Bear and Flying Fox {Fruit Bat} of the Woods Outback.
The Big Bad and Little Comma.