BtVS/AtS Fic: "Take Then Thy Bond," Dark
Title: Take Then Thy Bond
Author: vinniebatman
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel the Series
Characters/Pairings: Past Willow/Tara, past Buffy/Angel
Rating/Warnings: Adult for violence, angst, character death
Spoilers: General spoilers up through season 6 of Buffy, and season 3 of Angel.
Prompt: Willow/Angel, restitution for velvetwhip. There isn't really any Angel/Willow shippiness here, but there is angst.
Word Count: 499
Beta: _beetle_
Disclaimer: I so totally own this show. Bow Down! *Doctor's Note: Patient exhibits delusions of grandeur and any claims of ownership are pure fantasy. No harm is meant. Seriously, it's better than her throwing rocks at people.*
Real Disclaimer: I make no money from this, and claim no ownership over the to any of the copyrighted material of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" or "Angel: the Series". Those works belong to their creators.
Author's Notes: Melds together the events of "Villains," and the AtS episode "Tomorrow" wherein Lorne leaves for Las Vegas, Skip steals Cordy, and Connor drops Angel to the bottom of the sea. The main idea is that Warren got the hell out of Sunnydale, and Willow followed. Title comes from Shakepeare's "The Merchant of Venice," from the line "Take then thy bond, take thou thy pound of flesh. The choice of a Shakespeare quote likely comes from strickens_girl's recent experiences with the Bard.
Angel locked his jaw, trying to hold the noise in. But as another strip of flesh peeled off of his chest, his body burning as though doused in holy water, he screamed. He looked down from where he hung in the air, seeing dark eyes and white flesh.
Willow pouted, so like the vampire version of her he'd seen years ago. "Oh, poor Angel, you don't like this? Turn about is fair play, after all." She paused, the pout replaced by anger. "Poor Jenny; she and Giles didn't deserve what you did. None of us did."
Willow's face smoothed, the malicious grin returning. "Do you ever miss it? Being evil, killing the innocent? You have to admit, being guiltless is so much easier."
Connor had moved into the hotel, had asked for help in training. It had been a perfect day, with Fred and Gunn helping him train his son.
Then Cordy had run in, her eyes wide.
"What it is? A vision?" Angel had asked, a knot forming in his stomach.
"It's Willow. She's here and... it's bad."
Angel looked across the street, past the charred, skinless corpse of the young man who'd apparently killed Willow's girlfriend. Fred and Gunn were sprawled on the asphalt, unconscious, while Cordy and Connor stood there, wrapped in magic, incapable of movement.
Willow followed his gaze. "Now, Cordy and the other two I remember; but this one, he's new." She floated over to Connor, dark eyes studying him.
It hurt to inhale, but Angel didn't care. "Leave him alone," he managed to rasp.
Willow turned and pinned him with a hard stare; searing pain followed as she tore through his mind, her eyes vacant as she flipped through Angel's memories like a stack of photographs.
"Oh, how sweet; Angel has son! Such a heartwarming moment," she sneered.
She turned back to Connor and cocked her head to the side. A low moan sounded as Connor squeezed his eyes shut, the vacant look returning to Willow's eyes.
"Wow, Angel; I never thought anyone could hate you more than Xander, but someone does! And it's your own son!" Willow chuckled. "Dropping him into the bottom of the ocean is a good idea, kiddo, but I think we can do better."
Angel met Connor's gaze; it was filled with pure hatred, and felt a part of himself shatter. Then he began to writhe as the torture started again.
His skin bubbled as the blood boiled in his veins. All he could focus on was the pain, his awareness of Buffy and Xander's arrival and the following fight ephemeral. Nothing registered as his screams were torn from him again again as pieces of burned skin fell away. Then the agony just stopped.
As he fell into blissful unconsciousness, he could hear Willow sobbing.
Author: vinniebatman
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel the Series
Characters/Pairings: Past Willow/Tara, past Buffy/Angel
Rating/Warnings: Adult for violence, angst, character death
Spoilers: General spoilers up through season 6 of Buffy, and season 3 of Angel.
Prompt: Willow/Angel, restitution for velvetwhip. There isn't really any Angel/Willow shippiness here, but there is angst.
Word Count: 499
Beta: _beetle_
Disclaimer: I so totally own this show. Bow Down! *Doctor's Note: Patient exhibits delusions of grandeur and any claims of ownership are pure fantasy. No harm is meant. Seriously, it's better than her throwing rocks at people.*
Real Disclaimer: I make no money from this, and claim no ownership over the to any of the copyrighted material of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" or "Angel: the Series". Those works belong to their creators.
Author's Notes: Melds together the events of "Villains," and the AtS episode "Tomorrow" wherein Lorne leaves for Las Vegas, Skip steals Cordy, and Connor drops Angel to the bottom of the sea. The main idea is that Warren got the hell out of Sunnydale, and Willow followed. Title comes from Shakepeare's "The Merchant of Venice," from the line "Take then thy bond, take thou thy pound of flesh. The choice of a Shakespeare quote likely comes from strickens_girl's recent experiences with the Bard.
Angel locked his jaw, trying to hold the noise in. But as another strip of flesh peeled off of his chest, his body burning as though doused in holy water, he screamed. He looked down from where he hung in the air, seeing dark eyes and white flesh.
Willow pouted, so like the vampire version of her he'd seen years ago. "Oh, poor Angel, you don't like this? Turn about is fair play, after all." She paused, the pout replaced by anger. "Poor Jenny; she and Giles didn't deserve what you did. None of us did."
Willow's face smoothed, the malicious grin returning. "Do you ever miss it? Being evil, killing the innocent? You have to admit, being guiltless is so much easier."
Connor had moved into the hotel, had asked for help in training. It had been a perfect day, with Fred and Gunn helping him train his son.
Then Cordy had run in, her eyes wide.
"What it is? A vision?" Angel had asked, a knot forming in his stomach.
"It's Willow. She's here and... it's bad."
Angel looked across the street, past the charred, skinless corpse of the young man who'd apparently killed Willow's girlfriend. Fred and Gunn were sprawled on the asphalt, unconscious, while Cordy and Connor stood there, wrapped in magic, incapable of movement.
Willow followed his gaze. "Now, Cordy and the other two I remember; but this one, he's new." She floated over to Connor, dark eyes studying him.
It hurt to inhale, but Angel didn't care. "Leave him alone," he managed to rasp.
Willow turned and pinned him with a hard stare; searing pain followed as she tore through his mind, her eyes vacant as she flipped through Angel's memories like a stack of photographs.
"Oh, how sweet; Angel has son! Such a heartwarming moment," she sneered.
She turned back to Connor and cocked her head to the side. A low moan sounded as Connor squeezed his eyes shut, the vacant look returning to Willow's eyes.
"Wow, Angel; I never thought anyone could hate you more than Xander, but someone does! And it's your own son!" Willow chuckled. "Dropping him into the bottom of the ocean is a good idea, kiddo, but I think we can do better."
Angel met Connor's gaze; it was filled with pure hatred, and felt a part of himself shatter. Then he began to writhe as the torture started again.
His skin bubbled as the blood boiled in his veins. All he could focus on was the pain, his awareness of Buffy and Xander's arrival and the following fight ephemeral. Nothing registered as his screams were torn from him again again as pieces of burned skin fell away. Then the agony just stopped.
As he fell into blissful unconsciousness, he could hear Willow sobbing.