CoF - Laure Alexander - TEAOW&S - The End: The Master

Summary: Buffy confronts Angel again, and the poor master of Sunnydale suddenly has relations dropping in out of the blue.

AUTHOR: Laure Alexander
EMAIL: lara@sunflower.com
RATING: Hard R
PAIRINGS: Drusilla/Angelus, Buffy/Angelus, Willow/Spike
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of the characters on the show. Joss Whedon and the WB Network own them (for now). No copyright infringement intended, so please don't sue.
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It was dark by the time Buffy left the school. Cordelia had gone home, certain that Xander would come crawling for forgiveness before the night was out. Buffy wasn't so sure of that. Xander had a real blind spot where Willow was concerned.

Jenny had finally dragged Giles out to dinner and a movie, insisting he would go blind if he stared at his books much longer.

Buffy had said she would do a quick patrol, but she walked quickly past five cemeteries on her way to Crawford Street.

There was logic in letting Angel remain in the dark about her knowing the truth, but when had logic ever been a part of their relationship?

No, it was time to go beat the shit out of him for letting her believe he'd destroyed her best friend.

Drusilla sat primly on her daddy's knee, her hands folded in her lap and her skirts to her crossed ankles, as he slipped one hand down the front of her bodice and lazily fondled one of her breasts. Her eyes were closed and she had a blissful smile on her face, neither one caring that various minions kept coming and going from the throne room.

Angel listened with half an ear to his secretary, Marvin, going on and on about the next night's reception for the delegation of Dragui demons, and felt a curl of lust stirring in his groin as Drusilla's nipple hardened and poked into his finger.

As Marvin finished, Gary the less retarded of those vampires designated as footmen, stuck his head in the doorway, then hesitantly approached when Angel beckoned for him with his free hand.

"Master, there's a vampiress here. She won't give her name, only says that..." He struggled to remember her exact words. "Venus sang to her to come to the mouth of hell and dance with the eyeless ones."

Drusilla's eyes popped open and she tugged Angel's hand from her dress before hopping off his lap and scampering to the door crying, "Amelia?"

A tall willowy blonde slipped into the room. She wore a modern red catsuit that accentuated all her assets and her hair was cut in a fashionable bob, but her manner was just the same as the brunette's who was clapping her hands and bouncing up and down.

Drusilla drew her favorite childe up and into her arms. "Amelia, Amelia, you're here!"

"Venus called and told me to come. Something important is about to happen," Amelia whispered conspiratorially, as the two females began to dance to music only they could hear. "So, I left my whelps in St. Petersburg, and came to you."

Having Drusilla's mad childer around always made him a bit uncomfortable. He was afraid the insanity might be contagious.

Pulling away from her sire, Amelia dropped into another curtsey before Angel, her head bowed, as she murmured, "Master."

"You are welcome here, of course, childe of Drusilla," he muttered the traditional words, and Amelia bounced up, turning back to Drusilla.

Laughing gleefully, the brunette tripped lightly up the stairs followed by her beautiful childe.

Angel stared after them, then frowned and adjusted his crotch, trying to will away his erection. Didn't look like he'd be getting any tonight, not unless he wanted to take on both of them. He shuddered at the memory of the last time Drusilla and Amelia had teamed up on him. He'd been dressed in a nappy and spanked like a baby while they fucked each other to oblivion.

He really hoped no more of Drusilla's childer came out of the woodwork. All he needed to make his unlife the perfect hell was for Lyle who thought he was a dog and tended to hump anyone not moving to show up or Percy, the mad as a hatter poet from Buckinghamshire who named bugs before dining on them to arrive and present him with a fresh batch of beetles.

"The mail is here, master," Marvin said, interrupting Angel's dark thoughts. As he walked across the floor, the minion went through the stack of envelopes, catalogs and magazines, pulling out the bills he didn't need to bother his master with. Stuck between Sports Illustrated and the latest Victoria's Secret catalog was an ivory vellum envelope with old-fashioned script in heavy ink. It was addressed to Angelus.

"Edinburgh? Why would anyone want to be in Edinburgh in February?" he mumbled to himself.

"Because there's only five minutes of sun per day," Angel responded, holding out his hand. "Who's in Edinburgh?"

What was this? Childer come home to roost day? He opened the letter from the childe he hadn't heard from in one hundred years, and began to read.

Buffy stood outside the side door of the mansion debating for several minutes. Storm the gates or sneak attack?

Finally she hefted the sword she carried over one shoulder and kicked in the French doors. Glass shattered and one of the panels broke free from the bottom hinge. Inside, the four minions fell back, startled.

"Give the thing a cookie," she growled, her eyes falling on and driving into the vampire seated on the throne.

"I don't need this," Angel growled back, making a dismissive gesture with his hand and setting aside the letter from Penn. The boy was suddenly and oddly feeling nostalgic, and wondered if Angelus felt a need for him in Sunnydale.

"It's the Slayer," minion number two babbled, dropping a pile of magazines on the floor.

"Are you letting Dru make the minions these days?" Buffy sniped, striding towards Angel and sending the vampires scattering. One attempted to sneak up behind her and she flung a fist back and smashed in his nose. As he fell back howling, she put one foot on the step to the throne and swung the sword, stopping just as the tip grazed Angel's throat.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't sever your head from your shoulders," she hissed.

"Get out, all of you," Angel ordered calmly, never letting his eyes leaved the enraged face of his beloved. "I'm fine."

"But, but..." That was Marvin, who was backing up even as he was grabbing up the scattered mail.

Marvin and Gary gaped at each other, then gathered the other two equally stunned vampires and herded them out the door. Werner, a minion of the former Master, could be heard whining, "But, I don't *want* to have to break in a new master," as the door shut behind them.

"Goody. Now I can just kill you and leave without anyone trying to stop me," Buffy quipped.

Angel smirked at her. "Do you really want to deal with a new master? One who might actually cause you problems? Make you work? Not make you scream in pleasure?"

Smirking wider, Angel shot one hand up and grabbed the tip of the sword, shoving it away from his throat, uncaring that the razor sharp blade cut deeply into his fingers. As Buffy glared at him and lowered the sword, he stuck his fingers in his mouth and sucked them free of blood.

Flicking a droplet of blood at her, Angel saw her eyes dart away from him to follow it, and in a blinding move brought up his foot and kicked her in the wrist. Buffy cried out and dropped the sword, then found herself caught and yanked onto Angel's lap before she could think to struggle.

"Now, how shall I punish you for threatening to kill me, Buff?" he asked conversationally as she beat at him with her free hand and squirmed. "Ooh, yeah lover, like that."

That had him chuckling, and he fended off another slap, pinning both her hands behind her

"I will never grow bored with you, my love." Dipping his head, Angel crushed her lips beneath his.

Several minutes later Buffy's thin sweater was around her neck and her bra around her waist and she was straddling Angel's thighs rocking her denim covered groin against the hard bulge in his pants, while he gnawed and suckled at her aching nipples until she moaned and whined and finally cried out as she came.

A dozen or so minions milled nervously around in the great entrance hall, trying not to listen to the sounds of violent pleasure coming from the throne room.

The smell was unavoidable and unmistakable, though. Slayer arousal. Slayer musk. Slayer cum.

Their master was truly a god, one of the fledglings pointed out, to control the Slayer through sex.

Several of the females turned to the one who'd said that and began beating him over the head with whatever they could find.

The male vampires all stared at the females, well, all but the one in a cowering heap on the floor.

The head female, a seventy year old former dance hall girl, turned to her current lover, a svelte blonde girl, and they both said in unison, "Males are idiots."

Buffy shuddered and gasped harshly as pleasure flooded her system. Lifting his head from her breasts, Angel gave her a satisfied look and that roused her. She smashed a hand in his face and shoved his head back before scrambling off his lap and yanking her clothes back into place.

Angel rolled his eyes and ran one hand over his crotch, then raised it to his lips. "Wow, you creamed right through your jeans, lover."

"Whatever. I really didn't expect you back so soon, Buff. As I recall, you bit my tongue and told me to go fuck myself, before running like a scared child."

"And I recall that you let me assume that you'd turned Willow. Quite a surprise to get a phone call from her and hearing that she's alive and well and with Spike." Her lip curled into a sneer and she added snidely, "Just how did they manage to escape the big, bad master vampire, huh?"

"You let me believe you had," Buffy yelled, furious at his attitude. "You son of a bitch. You don't even care how dead it made me feel thinking that she'd become something so evil."

"So evil? Like me?" Angel's eyes narrowed and he glared at her. "Your self-righteous attitude is becoming a bore."

"Oh, no, lover, you do that quite well for both of us. Even thinking I'd destroyed your best friend, you still wanted me enough to ride me like the hellion you really are."

At the gibe, Buffy turned red and drew back her foot to kick him in the knee. Angel grabbed her foot before it could reach its target and sent her crashing to the floor. Stunned, she struggled to her knees, her ears ringing and her vision blurry from her head hitting stone. Gasping for breath, she forced her head up to see Angel walk down the two steps from his throne an almost gently tip her back over with the toe of his boot to her chin.

"You bastard," Buffy spat as she rolled over and pushed herself back to her hands and knees.

This time his foot caught her in the spine and shoved her down, making her cry out in pain.

A frisson of fear went through her and Buffy hesitantly glanced over her shoulder to see real anger on his face.

"I am the master of Sunnydale. Do you think you can just come in here and beat me up anytime you want? Into my home, my world?"

"Because I allow it. Do you know how easy it would be for me to call in my clan and have them subdue you? How long before I broke you, Buffy? It took what, two weeks last Spring?"

"No, I don't," he replied truthfully. "But, I want you to learn that you are not a god to me, Buffy Summers, that the world does not revolve around you. I am bound by choices and vows made that have nothing to do with you. Not everything I do can be colored by my feelings for you. If I allow the love I feel for you to control my every action, Sunnydale will fall to Hell. Do you really want that?"

Angel lifted his foot from her and stepped back. Warily he watched her pull herself painfully to her feet and turn to face him with tear-filled eyes.

"Don't you understand that I can't bear it if you turn Willow? I can't be with you if you destroy my best friend."

Her voice broke on the last syllable into an agonized sob, and Angel clenched his hands into fists, forcing himself not to comfort her.

"Give me a reason not to, Buffy," he found himself saying, ignoring the shock in her eyes. "Give me a reason, something that will make it acceptable to the underworld that I've allowed a human to avoid her end of a solemn vow."

They stared at each for long, silent minutes, before Buffy hesitantly asked, "You...you don't really want to turn her?"

Angel shrugged his tense shoulders. "She'll make a glorious vampire and I haven't made a childe in over a century. Do you know how expensive it is to keep a clan this size in clothes and keep them from getting bored? Those damn video games just keep getting more costly. I could really use her brilliance to manage my investments and run my businesses."

"Do you think I don't know that?" he yelled back. "Why can't you see my side in this?"

Angel gave her a disgusted look. "You really are a child. You lose a friend you've had for two years and I gain a vampire who most likely will manage to despise me, and I lose...Do you realize what will happen when I find them? When I turn Willow? What Spike will do?"

"Right now I'm hoping he kills you," Buffy responded rashly, her eyes glittering with furious tears.

Angel's jaw clenched, but he pushed aside the pain her words caused. "He'll try. If he succeeds, then I'm dead, Buffy. Think about that. Is that something you really want?"

"...No," she finally muttered, her traitorous heart thudding painfully in her chest.

"And if he kills me, the Clan will turn on him and destroy him, Drusilla and Willow, leaving a void to be filled by that asshole in Germany who *will* find a way to open the Hellmouth and destroy the world. And if Spike doesn't kill me, if he...fails...I have to kill him." A raw pain filled his voice and she gave him a startled look. "My favorite childe, my Will. If I don't kill him in the battle, I have to execute him. I have to take a whip and flay him to the bone. That takes hours, Buffy. And once there's not an inch of skin on him and he's just a mass of bloody sinew and veins and bones, in such agony he will have gone mad, I have to drain him, and when he's totally helpless, and the eyes that meet mine are empty of all but horror, I have to remove his fangs and his cock, to preserve as a warning to others, and then...I have to...Chop. Off. His. Head."

Just the thought made him want to scream and he turned away from Buffy, emotion choking him as he spoke the final instruction. "And rather than scattering his ashes and letting him be at peace, I have to magically bind them so that his essence will always be with our Clan, outside, alone, suffering and not allowed the comfort family can bring, always feeling the pain of the torture that led to his final death. Always seeing Willow and never being able to touch her again."

When Angel turned back to face her he saw that Buffy was silently crying, and he gathered her unresisting body in his arms, holding her close. Together they rocked for several minutes as if to a silent tune.

"Why can't you step down? Turn over the Clan to Spike?" she suddenly asked, pulling back to look up at him with hopeful eyes.

That hope was dashed by a quick shake of his head. "The promises I made and accepted pass like a legacy to my heir."

"Politics are stupid." She buried her face in his chest and tightened her hold around his back.

Slowly Buffy pulled back and stepped away from him. Her eyes were again brimming with tears when she lifted them to him. "Sometimes, love isn't enough. I understand your commitments, your vows, and that you don't want to lose control of the Hellmouth, but I can't accept what you have to do. I'll never be able to. Willow is an impasse we can't get past," she finished sadly.

"I won't allow you to leave me." In a flash, the lover was gone, replaced by the master vampire, and he grabbed her arm, shaking her painfully. "You will learn to live with my decision." The tender moment was well and truly over.

Buffy shook her head slowly and pried his hand from her. "No. I won't." She turned and walked unimpeded towards the broken door, stopping on the threshold to glance back at him. He stood like a statue in the middle of the room, staring at her. "I won't be back, Angel."

She disappeared into the night and to Angel it felt like a fist was clenching around his heart.

Willow awakened from a doze to find herself on her stomach and Spike's tongue trailing down her spine. Tingles of pleasure went through her and she moaned softly.

Spike smacked her on the rump and she screeched, her eyes flying open to find him sitting next to her fully dressed. "I've been trying to wake you for the last ten minutes, luv. I know you only got about three hours sleep, but we have to keep moving."

Sitting up, Willow reached out and tugged him down for a kiss. "I'll have you know I got one hundreds across the board in both written and field tests in drivers' ed."

A/N Spike's car in this world doesn't have the black crap over the front windows, only the sides and back.

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Laure Alexander - lara@sunflower.com

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