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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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As always I do not own Buffy/Angel these are creations of another (boo). The original storyline is my own.

Angel flipped through the radio stations for the sixth time as he waited in the car. His knee bounced with nervous tension and he kept chewing on his thumb until it bled. He watched the dark door again, waiting to see Spike come through with their friend. Angel thought about the petite redhead and started to chew on the pad of his thumb again. She seemed so frightened of him and it made sense what with the wounds that were inflicted on her. Someone must have held a grudge, or enjoyed the pain of others.

Angel looked at his bloody thumb again and remembered that little jar in the basement. The way she clutched it and then the utter defeat in her eyes when he took it away. Reaching into the backseat he grabbed the small jar and studied the engravings on the sides. Pictures of demons devouring humans decorated the sides and Angel could still see some grains of sand on the bottom of the jar. The lip of the jar had a small red stain from the bead of blood he had touched earlier.

'What was she doing down there?'

He heard the door open then, and looked expectantly for Spike to be waltzing out. He blinked a few times in surprise to see Lorne instead staring at him from the darkened doorway. The jar forgotten, he carefully exited the car and leaned against the door jam with his hands in his pockets.

"Lorne, what brings you out here?"

"Good to see you too Angelcakes." They were silent for a moment. Both men were tense and eyed each other like they would a snake. Finally Lorne sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Angel listen, about Red... she's uh... she's-"

There was a loud crash from inside the club and shouts of alarm were muffled by the thick wood. Lorne tried to open the door but it stuck and groaned from the pressure Lorne was placing on it. Angel was beside him in a moment and ushered him back. As he prepared to kick the door down, it opened suddenly to reveal a petite, smokey, angry, red head. She glared at Angel a moment before turning to Lorne.

"I'm sorry about the smoke; it'll disappear in a few moments. Thank you for trying to help."

"Wil-" Her glare stopped Angel from speaking as he felt an actual shiver run down his spin. She turned and started to stalk off down the street and he stared after her a moment before running to catch up.

"Willow. Dammit, Willow, wait." She refused to turn to him as he jogged by her side. He stared at her angry profile as they walked along and Angel felt a loss of words at her expression. He couldn't quite remember ever seeing her angry. Oh sure he knew about the Glory thing, and her whole turning evil and trying to destroy the world bit. But he couldn't quite picture it himself; all he saw was the sweet, innocent high school nerd with fluffy sweaters and ridiculous tights. Behind them, Angel could hear Spike cursing as he burst through the doorway and started to chase after them.

"Oye! Red! You hafta explain that."

"No I don't Spike." Spike jerked to a halt in front of her and placed his hands on her shoulders, gripping her to the spot. He stared at her hard before glancing at Angel who stood passively and slightly confused.

"Tell Peaches here your new trick. Someone's been a naughty, naughty girl." Spike felt his anger flare at her closed expression and turned to look at Angel. "Little ducky here knows how to cheat death."

Angel stood still; the words barely penetrated his hazy mind as he watched his small friend. Her face flickered from anger to exasperation to something he couldn't quite catch. He slowly placed a hand on top of Spike's on her shoulder to draw her attention away from the blonde vampire.

"Willow, what's going on?" She seemed to sag under his careful gaze and hung her head in silence.

"I-I don't think... *sigh* ... alright but not here. The sun is starting to rise if you can't tell." Angel could feel the vampire sense buzz in warning to the rising sun and nodded to Spike as they steered her towards the beater car.

"We'll talk once we're home, are you sure you're okay?" She nodded and Spike gave him a look as if to say 'She's more than alright Peaches, she bloody perfect.' By now Lorne had already reentered the club and his dark wooden door was shut to them once again. Angel looked at it briefly before helping Willow into the back seat of the car.

"I'm driving this time Spike; I think you've had enough for one night." Spike snorted but didn't protest as he slumped into the passenger side. Angel started the car and slowly pulled away from Caritas and started the quick drive home.

Willow was silent as they drove through downtown Los Angeles. She could practically feel Spike's buzzing curiosity at what he saw in the club and Angel, well Angel was Angel. He never gave away anything and always waited for the truth to come out. One way or another he always received his answer. She looked at her small duffle bag on the floor and felt silent tears well up in her eyes. All that work, gone. She was going to have to start again. She was going to have to go back there and face him again.

Willow stared at the back of Angel's head as he drove. His dark brown hair had grown slightly from when she last saw him; he seemed cold and calculating now. Of course she supposed that is what happens when you lose everything in the fight. She wondered if that was what she looked like now, cold and hard to others. She doubted it. She shifted her gaze to Spike and still felt the pleasant surprise at the changes in his face. He seemed calmer, more centered with who and what he was now. He may not have felt the exact torment Angel did with his weighty heart but she knew he felt his own repentance in his existence.

She felt the car slow and made her wandering mind focus on her surroundings. The buildings were tall with wide windows facing the street. The lights from the main streets were not far off and Willow could hear the still bustling crowds in the early morning hours. She raised an eyebrow as Angel helped her out of the car. He shrugged at her inquiring gaze and led her towards the double doors that led to a brightly lit lobby. Golden ornate pillars lifted a high painted ceiling and Willow strained slightly to look above her. Images of old movie stars and memorabilia decorated the high ceiling. Classic images of John Wayne and Marilyn Monroe stared down at her and Willow felt slightly awed and childish at the imposing images. Angel led her towards the elevators on the far side of the lobby and to her surprise pressed to go up instead of down. Spike snickered at her confused face and leaned casually against the elevator wall.

"Peaches did some research on that nifty glass from Wolfram and bleeding Hart. Had special construction done he did. We're penthouse material now sweetheart." Angel rolled his eyes and watched the floors ascend above the doors. He could feel Willows heart beat erratically next to him and he tried to remain as calm as he could, afraid he would spook his skittish friend. Finally the doors dinged and opened to his current home. Willow all but bolted from the metal box and stood awkwardly while the two vampires followed at a slower pace. Spike shrugged his leather duster off and made a beeline towards the kitchen while Angel waited for the elevator to close and place the security lock on.

Willow watched him while fiddling with her hair that fell over her shoulder to block the side of her neck. A view that he now had ingrained in his memory with two fang punctures. Feeling his anger rise, Angel tried to avoid eye contact while escorting her to the living room. Spike beat them both there with two warm mugs of blood and was sitting quite casually in one of the low arm chairs, he watched Willow with hooded eyes that stared directly where Angel was trying to avoid.

"So, Red... what's with the straw holes in your pretty little neck?" Willow blushed as she sat carefully on the large couch in the center of the room. She fiddled with the rough edges of her torn skirt and her eyes danced everywhere in the room besides the two vampires in front of her.

"W-well ya see I was, um, it was just..." She fumbled over her words and unconsciously shrank into herself as the vampires watched. Angel could feel the corner of his mouth twitch as he fought the urge to smile at the young woman while Spike openly chuckled at her stutters. She glanced at them both and took a deep breath before closing her eyes.

"I was asked to complete a task for someone who deserved a little happiness in his life. The task is dangerous and I am well aware of the costs it holds. It's a pet project I had been working on since high school anyways and it's not like I was forced into helping. Really I had to beg to help, and when I begged they said I would have to face trials and fire and things that are icky and Giles said I shouldn't use my magic that way but after a big fight he found out some things about me that I didn't know, and they said that it was perfect and that I would be the best to help this person and-" She stopped when she felt a cool finger press against her lips.

Angel was leaning over her to silence her quick tirade. Spike laughter was muffled by his hands as he tried not to stare at the baffled woman. Angel sent him a silent glare before sitting next to her. He lightly placed a hand on her shoulder to draw her attention. He stared intently into her large green eyes and rubbed her arm lightly in soothing circles. He sat there for a long moment just staring in to her eyes; his thumb never stopped moving against her smooth skin. He felt her heartbeat slow as he eased her breathing to a slower pace. He smiled slowly as she relaxed against him and he felt his demon inside growl in appreciation of her soft warm body.

"Now then," he started quietly, "Who told you to do this task?"

"The Others."

"Who are the Others?"

"The Others, I don't know who they are."

"What is the task they gave you?"

"To free a warrior"

"Who?"

"You." Angel jerked back for a moment and Willow blinked rapidly. His spell of relaxation broken, Willow jumped up from the couch and backed herself into the far corner, a slight twinge of fear reflected in her eyes as she watched the two vampires. Angel recovered quickly as he felt his demon roar in its cage. He stared at the quivering woman and couldn't help the predatory grin that spread across his face. She was good at looking and being defenseless, she needed to stop cornering herself.

"Red... Red look at me. What are you talking about?" She glanced quickly between the two imposing men and felt her knees go weak as she slid to the floor.

"I-I was chosen to help a friend, to help you Angel. The Other's said you've given so much and th-they wanted to give back to you but they were limited. Not like me though, they knew I c-could do more for you." By now both vampires were leaning over her and staring deeply into her eyes. Angel looked troubled by her little omission and Spike was blank as he searched her face. Willow was the first to look away as she fumbled with her hair and wished she was smaller than an ant to escape their intense gaze. She could remember another time that both of the older vampires had stared at her and she felt a tingle graze her skin. Vaguely she could almost feel the hot fires of Hell lick at her skin and the ghosting feel of cold hands caressed her skin. Grazed her breasts and pushed against her core. Willow bit her lip to keep from whimpering.

Finally Angel sighed and took her hands to help her stand. He walked her back to the couch and gently pushed her to sit. He ran a hand through his ruffled hair as he sat beside her.

"Willow, I don't know what's going on or who was contacting you but... I don't need help." He tried to reason with her, tried to get her to look at him but she carefully studied the floor. He heard Spike's lighter flare to life and the smell of tobacco assaulted his senses. He glared at his childer and Spike shrugged and made his way to the kitchen with his empty mug. Angel looked back at the young woman next to him when they were alone and studied her face.

She seemed tired, drawn and thin to his careful eye. He could see dark circles under her eyes and her cheek bones seemed sharper than the last time he saw her.

"When was the last time you slept little one?" Willow merely shrugged, refusing to meet his gaze. He carefully pushed against her shoulder to get her to lean back onto the plush cushions. "It's been a long night, and you need rest. Sleep now and we'll talk more in a few hours." Willow didn't respond as she fought from closing her eyes. He brushed a piece of hair from her face and carefully covered her with a thin blanket to hold back the chill.

"I don't... sleep." He shushed her quietly as he lightly played with her hair. When he felt her breathing slow and steady out he carefully stood from the couch and joined Spike in the kitchen. They stood for a moment in silence as the microwave heated a second mug of blood. Spike inhaled deeply from his dying cigarette before leaning against the fridge.

"What now Peaches?"

Angel merely shrugged as he gazed out the tinted window towards the rising sun. The red hues of the sky reminded him of the now sleeping red head on his couch and Angel felt a slow anger start to burn inside.

"First we find out who these "Other's" are... then we kill them."
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