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Chapter 23.

Andrew called from the doorway for Vi. When he got no response, he turned to Faith coming down the stairs loaded up with sleeping bags. “Vi’s not answering my call. Do you think she’s just ignoring me because Xander told her off?”

“Yeah let her stew for awhile, she’ll come round. B always did when Giles told her off.” Faith wasn’t concerned for the young slayer. Spike had schooled them well enough to know not to attempt taking on any of the master vampires by themselves. If she knew Vi, she was in the park across the way sitting on a swing, sulking.


Angel pulled the struggling slayer from the car “You better behave or else I’ll have to thrall you” he whispered in her ear. A threat he meant to carry out fully, later. He still could not decide just what he should do with her. He might turn her and make her his childe, or just play with her. Placing her under a thrall would keep her in line, and he could get her to do whatever he wanted her to do. What fun he could have, and it would break the boredom of waiting for his Queen.

“Hey Boss, the elevator’s here. We going straight up to your room, or what?” Gunn asked. He was not sure he liked the idea of watching Angel play with the young slayer. He was pretty sure she’d not make it out of this alive.

Vi whimpered as Angel led her towards the elevator, her arm in his firm grip. He was managing to give the impression to anyone watching them that they were couple in love making their way to their room.

“Uh huh. No noise now and smile, lover.” Angel warned as he kissed her neck. He ran his free hand higher up her thigh, letting it wander to apex of her thighs.

Vi started to panic, adrenaline coursing through her veins. “That’s it my sweet. Panic all you want. It will only make you taste sweeter for me.” Angel was having fun with his prey as the elevator reached his floor. Pulling Vi with him, he looked pointedly at Gunn. “Go to your room, Gunn. I’ll call you when I need you.”

As the doors closed, Gunn let out the breath he was holding. He felt sorry for the young slayer. He’d seen the state of the last few meals Angel had played with. Drained and lifeless, they weren’t pretty sights for the squeamish. Their necks had been torn beyond recognition, and the multitude of bite marks to the other parts of their anatomy, were, to put it mildly, a mess. The last girl seemed to have got off lightly compared to the others. Angel had broken her neck instead of ripping it out with his fangs; not a nice way to die. At least he knew the vamp was skilled enough for it to be an instant death.

Angel dragged the now crying girl into his room and started barking orders at her. “Get rid of the hat and clothes, and then go shower. I want you clean. You smell like you’ve been in those clothes for days.” He had vamped out the minute the door had closed. With his enhanced sense of smell, he picked up the stench of perspiration Vi’s body had released since her capture. “Move now, while I concentrate on something.”

Vi made herself walk towards the bathroom and undress at the vampire’s instructions. If she complied with his wishes maybe, just maybe, she’d make it through this alive.

Angel sat on the bed undressing as he called to the clan’s higher females. He increased the strength of the call tenfold, knowing that even if Beatrice and Buffy were strong enough to ignore the pull of the bond, Drusilla wouldn’t be. It had to be being having some affect on his new Queen.


As soon as Buffy and Spike had reached their room, Spike’s demon demanded what was his. Buffy bared her neck and Spike renewed the mating claim. “MINE”, he cried, taking three strong pulls of her blood. He cut his tongue on his fangs, and sealed the mark closed. Both were extremely tired by the day’s events, and they climbed into their bed fully clothed, drifting off into a restless sleep. Neither heard the sounds of their friends making their way to their own rooms to rest.

Buffy scratched subconsciously in her sleep at the claim, her movements waking Spike. He sat watching her hands as she scratched deep gouges in the skin, leaving rivulets of blood in her wake. It was too much for the vampire to bear. He could not watch her harm herself like this and do nothing. He shook his mate awake to stop her damaging herself any more than she already had. Once awake, he lathed the wounds with his tongue, whispering all his love and want to her.

The sudden, shrill, screaming of Tara had them both jumping from the bed. Their mutual want and need for comfort from each other forgotten as they ran to their daughter’s aid. Spike followed the sounds of his daughter’s rapid heartbeat to Dawn’s room, just passed the nursery.

Dawn was sitting with Tara in her arms on her bed, when the door to her room was flung open by the worried couple. “Give her here, Nibblet,” Spike demanded. Taking Tara from her aunt’s arms, he rested her against his neck. He was hoping she would instinctively feed from him without him having to slash his own neck.

Tara refused the offering from her father, screaming all the louder as Angel’s call became too much for the tiny infant to bear. Buffy, too, was feeling the pull Angel had over them. Down in the basement Drusilla was maniacal; pulling at her restraints so much they cut in to her flesh. Her grand childe was sitting in a trance on the floor trying to ignore her great grand sire’s call.

“Spike, Angel call is stronger now it’s driving Tara and Drusilla insane, if that bloody idiot thinks I’m going to go grovelling to him; he’s wrong but we have to try stopping him calling the others.”

“Hold on baby, please hold on.” he said gently to Tara before he yelled from the door of Dawn’s room. “Giles! Get your arse in here now.”

Giles had leapt from his bed when he heard Tara scream. Wesley was not far behind him, and was quick to impart his fears.

“Giles. It’s Angelus calling the females. They can’t do anything but obey him. He’s too strong for them to ignore his call.”

“But they must try to fight it” Giles’ angry reply almost halted Wesley’s progress from the room. Giles hurried out the door to find his charges. “Come on, Wesley,” he called back to the ex-watcher. “You and I better get this sorted out now!”



Willow parked the car in the lay-by behind the battered camper van she knew would contain Oz. Deep down, she was happy she had found him, but she still felt a little nervous about talking to him after so many years. Xander was sleeping in the passenger seat beside her, snoring softly. Not wanting to wake him just yet, she left him sleeping while she went to talk to her lost love.

Oz turned to look at who was knocking on the window of the camper, and could not believe his eyes. He stared for a few moments, just taking in the sight of his beautiful red-headed love.

“Willow, how did you know where I was?”

She stood looking at the werewolf, and with a sudden flood of love and emotion in her voice, she answered her him. “I used a locator spell to find you. We need your help.”

“Why? Who needs my help?” The werewolf was a little shocked to discover that Willow needed his help in anything. She’d seemed fine when he’d last seen her. In fact, the last time he’d seen her she was having a relationship with another witch called Tara….

He had heard about the collapse of the Hellmouth on the demon grapevine. News reports had said it was an earthquake, but every demon in the world knew the truth. He had contacted Angel in LA to find out if everyone was fine before warning him not to tell the Scoobies of his whereabouts. He couldn’t have faced Willow at that moment in his life as his heart was still in pieces. His love for her had still been at the forefront of his emotions.

“Buffy and Spike need your help. Angel wants to make Tara his queen.” Willow was talking in a hurry, not explaining that Tara was the couple’s daughter.

“What’s your girlfriend got to do with Buffy and Spike? Come to think of it, Angel said Spike was buried in the Hellmouth. How did he get back?” Oz was confused. Tara was Willow’s girlfriend. What would Angel want with her? If he did turn her, what was that to do with Buffy?

“Not my Tara. Tara, their new born daughter. Please Oz. Please come.” That was all it needed for the werewolf to agree.

“Let me get my gear and I’ll be there.”

Willow thanked the Gods in silent prayer. She ran over to Spike’s car, and shaking Xander awake, barked at him. “Get in the back. Oz is coming home with us.”

“Huh, what. Oz?” Xander replied still half asleep, catching a glimpse of the werewolf’s bright pink hair. “When did we get here, Will?” he asked as he climbed in to the seat behind hers. Willow started the car while Oz put his gear in the back before he sat himself in the passenger seat beside her.

“Never mind sleepy head” Willow teased Xander. “We got what we came for. Let’s get back to London.”


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Vi was standing under the shower rubbing the sweat from her body with gel. Angel climbed in behind her, sniffing the air and licking the back of her neck. “You’re clean now. Get out of here, and get in the bed. I’ll be there shortly.”

Tears streaming down her face, Vi climbed out of the shower. She let her eyes wander down the body of the naked vampire. He was well endowed, and Vi was pretty sure that whatever he had in mind would guarantee she’d lose her virginity to him. Angel growled at her, and pointed to the bed. The frightened girl shivered all over before doing as he instructed. She climbed into the king sized bed and pulled the covers up to her neck.

In the shower Angel washed his body all over, taking special care to wash his penis. His new childe was going to become acquainted with that first, he decided. He got the feeling she was a virgin, and he really hoped she was. He’d soon find out. If she was still untouched, he’d leave her whole until after her turning. There might be a little rivalry between her and Drusilla, but if Drusilla knew her place she keep quiet about Daddy’s new plaything. Oh, this was going to work out just fine. Buffy would look after his new Queen while she took the edge off his need. Drusilla and this one would play his wicked games. He didn’t know her name, nor did he care. His new name for her would be ‘Scarlet’, like her blood.

Climbing out of the shower he dried off and went to the bed pulling the sheets away from his new toy “ Don’t be scared my sweet. You’re too precious to eat. You’ll get special treatment, and Spike and Drusilla will get a new little sister.” Kneeling next to the scared girl, Angel pushed his finger into her to see if she was indeed still fully intact. When he felt the barrier, he was ecstatic. Not caring for her feelings, he plunged his fangs into her neck and drained her to the point of death. When she was almost gone, he opened a vein in his wrist feeding the turning elixir to the still struggling slayer

“It’s no good fighting it, my sweet. Give in and you’ll be the best slayer there ever was.”

Vi swallowed the blood down, her body jerking a couple of times before she stilled. Angel pulled the sheet from the floor and covered his new childe. Hopefully this would be a quick turning. A turned slayer would help the demon anchor itself to her body all the quicker.

The richness of the blood he’d taken from the dead slayer’s neck had left him full and satiated. It had been a very long time since he had tasted pure Slayer’s blood with no toxins added.

He needed to rest now and gather his strength. Laying his head on the pillow next to his new childe, he waited for her to wake.

TBC…

PS...I know Angels lost it's please don't throw stakes at me........





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