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The Bloody Savior	By : GreenRogue Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 4070 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy/Angel, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's note: here's the second chapter, hope those of you that have read this are enjoying it so far! Reviews are always pleasant ;)

disclaimer: I do not own Buffyverse or Angelverse, Whedon is a god.

They had wandered the sewers for a few hours waiting for the sun to set. There hadn't been much activity, a few vampires nesting and a gnarl demon kept them busy for awhile but now Angel was restless again.

"So Peaches, where to next?" Spike had kept up a jovial tone all afternoon and it was starting to wear on his nerves.

"Ya know Spike, if I didn't know better I would say you were enjoying my company."

"Sod off, I'm just glad to be out and about. Seriously though, where next?" Angel strode a bit longer contemplating. He hadn't had this much free time in years, not since Doyle...

"I need to go to the hotel. Follow if you want." Angel turned towards a subway exit to make for the streets. He didn't turn to see if Spike followed, he didn't have to. The trip was short and the streets were dead. He stopped for a moment to stare at his old home. The boarded up windows and soot stained walls pulled at his heart like no other home he owned. He stared at the higher windows and could still pick out Connor's room. He closed his eyes against the painful memories and jerked when Spike placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Peaches, it looks like there's company in the basement." Angel looked to where Spike nodded and could see flashes of light behind the plywood window. He sniffed the air as the wind shifted and felt his demon rise.

'There's a witch in my home. She's desecrating my last moments of happiness.' Spike vamped next to his Sire and cracked his knuckles, preparing to fight. Angel ran across the road, dodging the solitary car parked out front. Spike beat him to the front entrance and smashed through the plywood with a yell. The room glowed with the flashing light and vaguely Angel could smell brimstone and sulfur coming from the basement. With his vampire senses, Angel could hear a woman gasp in pain and then it was gone. The light went dead and in the darkness the two vampires could hear someone shuffle and knock things over and then all was quiet.

Spike and Angel looked at each other before carefully making their way to the basement. Peering down the stairs, Angel felt his breath catch in his throat as his mouth ran dry. Spike however felt no loss of words and whistled his appreciation at the bare woman before them.

"Well, well Red. It's nice to see you too." Angel leaned heavily against the railing and stared at the young beauty in front of him. Only one thought entered his mind as she stood to look at them.

'Shit.'

Willow swallowed loudly and felt her face flush from Angel's intense gaze she fidgeted for a moment, neither vampire speaking or moving. Finally she sighed and whispered,

"Um, Spike... Angel... would you mind..." She let the request drift off as Spike chuckled and Angel forced him around. Willow quickly doned the tank top in her hand while her mind ran a mile a minute.

'This isn't complete yet, what am I going to do? He won't let me finish if he knew what this was. Does he already know? Is that why he's here? Or maybe he's angry that we didn't come sooner, not like I knew what was happening until it was too late but still. Is he going to hurt me? Is he going to do horrible things to me? Why am I worried about that, he has his soul, doesn't he? Why is Spike laughing? What did I miss?'

Angel tried again to get Willow's attention. He sighed somewhat affectionately at the faraway look in the young girl's, no, angel stopped himself remembering the shapely figure he saw not a moment ago. Willow was no longer a girl and had to (silently) agree with Spike's earlier sentiments.

"Willow? You still in there?" He snapped his fingers in front of her face and she jerked back with a blink.

"Sorry, yes still here. Hello!" She spoke brightly albeit a bit nervously.

"Hi, what are you doing here?" Angel could see Willow pale and clutch a small jar closer to her breast. He glanced behind her and saw a few candles overturned and salt on the floor. He looked at her again and searched her face, he had heard of her problems and wanted to find any signs of darkness that Andrew and Buffy had warned him about.

"Willow... what were you doing?" By now Spike had joined them in the basement and was rifling through her small bag.

"Looks like magic to me Peaches, casting a love spell Red? Just so you know all you need is to flash those knockers and you'll get any man." He winked at her and instantly the color returned to her cheeks as she huffed in anger.

"So what if it's a bit of magic. I'm not... not harming others, so what does it matter to you?" Angel stood in front of her and backed her towards the cage. Her emotions seemed more erratic than usual and she kept looking at him like...

'A predator... she thinks I'm going to hurt her.' Angel couldn't help but feel a bit of anger at that thought. He watched as she carefully arranged her skirt and kept the side of her face from his view, her long hair had fallen over her shoulder and he could see her pulse beating rapidly under her skin. She stood like that for a long time and Angel looked back at Spike who was still searching her bag. His anger getting the better of him, Angel slowly circled her until he was to her back. Walking up to Willow and he leaned over her shoulder resting his chin on her bare arm.

"What do you have there little one?" She gasped and backed into him. His vampire reflex caught her snugly around the waist. She clutched the jar to her chest, one of her hands rested on top blocking his view inside. Angel tried to ignore the warm body that was now lightly pulling against him. Always so cautious, this little witch of his.

He let her go abruptly as the thought brought image of delicious scenarios that threatened his senses. Willow stumbled a little from the sudden release and turned her head to face him. By now Spike was sitting on the bottom step, a lit cigarette dangled from his hand. He watched everything with a blank look and Willow couldn't tell if that was a good sign or not.

"Willow, I'm sorry I... we didn't mean to startle you, it's just... why are you here?" Again with that infernal question. She looked down at the jar in her arms. Her soft curly hair curtained her face as she turned away from Angel's view.

'I can't lie... but I don't have to tell him either.' Willow took a deep shuddering breath trying to steel her nerves. As she looked back to Angel, the jar started to vibrate and hum softly against her chest. The low noise echoed in the silent room and Willow cursed her luck. Angel raised an eyebrow and stared intently at the jar in her hands.

"Look, it's unfinished business and you'll know soon enough. Please let me pass?" Angel shook his head as the humming grew in intensity.

"Listen Red, your technically tresspassin' here so you owe us for not calling the police."

"Shut up Spike."

"Oye!"

"Now Childer!" Angel bellowed at him, his anger flaring again as he watched Willow grip the jar tighter. Her face looked ashen and like she was in pain, sniffing the air he caught the faintest traces of blood. "Give me the jar Willow."

"No."

"Willow, I'm not asking you. Spike..." Angel stepped forward and the two vampires advanced on the trapped witch. She backed herself into a corner and watched the two vampires with wide eyes.

"Don't do this Angel, please. It's not complete." He ignored her quiet pleas, determined to help his friend. By now Spike had sidled next to her and placed an arm around her shoulders to keep her from fleeing. Willow seemed frozen to the spot as Angel advanced on her and gently gripped the jar. She released it easily, knowing she couldn't keep it from him. He looked into the jar and saw a small pile of dirt and sand inside. Tipping the jar upside down he let it spill to the floor. A small red gem fell last and rolled down the small mound of sand and dirt. It rolled across the floor and came to a rest at Willow's feet. Angel bent to pick it up but as his fingers rested on the jewel it seemed to melt into the floor. When he pulled back, his fingers were covered in blood.

"It's not what you think..." He looked at her skeptically.

"Willow, there is no good magic that involves blood. Do the others know?" Tears appeared in her eyes and she sagged in Spike's grasp.

"I'm not evil, I swear, they... I'm not evil..."

"Oye mate, I don't think she's-"

"Shut up Spike, Willow listen to me. Anyone can make mistakes, we can undo whatever it is you did. But we have to tell Buffy and Giles." Suddenly her eyes flashed hard and he went flying back with Spike against the far wall. She stood there for a moment and the smell of blood grew in the small room.

"I am not owned by them and they are not privy to every choice that I make Angel." His ears rang from the impact and Spike was cursing loudly next to him. He looked at Willow as she stood there, her face looked rigid with pain and once again the smell of blood was overwhelmed his senses. He felt Spike nudge his arm and point to the floor. A small puddle of blood had formed beneath her bare feet and she swayed on the spot. Spike bolted to grab her before she cracked her head on the floor. Slowly he laid her down as she mumbled something under her breath.

"What was that pet?"

"I don't want to go... back..." Her head rolled tot he side as unconsciousness took hold of her. For the first time Spike noticed the twin puncture marks on her collar bone.

"Oye, Peaches, someone has been snackin' on our Red here." Angel growled as he inspected the rest of her. Blocking out who this was for a moment, he lifted her long skirt. Her pale shapely legs came into view and he felt his mouth go dry at the sight. He lifted the skirt higher until her creamy thigh came into view. He was strongly aware of Spike's gaze on her flesh and his own intense fire and felt like a horrible friend.

'I just need to find the bleeding... nothing dirty is going on.' At least that's what he tried to tell himself as an erection pressed painfully against the fly of his jeans. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes trying to reign back on his demon. He opened them again as Spike ripped the skirt from his hand and shouted,

"Jesus Christ, what did that?" Five bloody claw marks wrapped it's way from her inner thigh. The bleeding had appeared to have slowed but Angel could see several veins were severed and her pink muscles were scratched.

"This is nasty Peaches. We need to get her to a healer." Angel ripped the bottom half of her skirt and tenderly wrapped the wound. He picked her up gently and Spike grabbed the jar and her bag. Angel rushed up the stairs as quickly as he could, he could feel Willow's heartbeat faintly against his chest and he counted the beats.

"It's too slow, Spike we need to hurry."

"I hear ya mate, little Red was kind enough to bring my car." Sure enough as they stepped outside, Spike's rusty Oldsmobile sat waiting for them. "Ello darling, miss me?" Angel carefully slid Willow in the backseat and climbed into the front passenger while Spike brought the beast to a roar.

"Caritas is closer, we'll find someone there."

"But Lorne said-"

"Fuck Lorne, I'm not seeking him out, I'm looking for a healer and it's a Friday night." angel watched Willow's pale face as Spike drove. He wondered what would have made her come here, was there an evil? Was she evil? He didn't think so but why would she be traveling alone? He was jerked from his thoughts as Spike slammed on the breaks. Throwing the car into park he looked at Angel a moment.

"I think it'd be best if you stay here Peaches. Don't need Lorne kicking us out while she bleeds to death or goes into shock." Angel nodded his head silently and watched as Spike got out of the car and carefully lifted Willow from the back. He watched Spike's retreating form and Willow's swaying hair praying fervently to whatever God that would listen.

Spike tried to ignore the unusual lightness of the girl in his arms and the ever fainter heart beat as he knocked on the brightly lit door. A small panel moved and Spike saw a pair of neon blue eyes peer out at him.

"I seek sanctuary, and a healer." The eyes glanced to either side of him before closing the panel. Spike could hear locks sliding out of place and chains coming undone as the life in his arms grew fainter. The door opened and Spike barreled inside, searching the dark club.

"Over here sweet pea, give me a reason to let you stay." Spike looked in the corner and saw the green demon, his red eyes were positively glowing with anger. Spike turned so he could show Willow's face.

"I need help, you remember Willow?" Lorne's eyes barely glanced at the unconscious witch in his arms.

"What about her?" Spike tried to hide his tremors as he carefully laid her on the table.

"She was a friend of Fred's if you remember. When you met her she brought Angel back. She's the reason why you and your little club here is still running and she's dying." Lorne looked at her again a bit softer this time before turning to the shadows to his left.

"Get Giselle please sweetcheeks." Spike barely glanced as a man with brown hair walked past him. The two were silent for a moment, watching the erratic rise and fall of Willow's chest.

"How's Angelcakes?"

"Brooding, annoying, a git... he's repenting like always."

"That's our Angel." Silence overcame them again and Spike was half tempted to whistle to break up the tension with the sound of high heels and boots echoed behind him. He shifted to watch some sort of blue hair, yellow skinned demon come towards them. Behind her was the man from before and Spike could feel something in his brain clicking in recognition.

"Oye, mate, do I know you from somewhere?" The man barely glanced in his direction as he tok up his spot next to Lorne in the darkness. Spike just shrugged and watched the demon work on his friend. She was quiet as her hands traveled inches about Willow's body. Her chest was barely moving as her breathes grew shorter. Spike was growing impatient and started to tap his boot. "Well? You just gonna oogle her or help her?" The demon didn't stop her slow movement as she replied,

"There is nothing to help. She's already dead."

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