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Willow and her Merry Band: Part Two

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This story is No. 2 in the series "Willow and her Merry Band". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Willow/Angel Spike/Illyria Logan/? Xander/? Willow and Gang, are off to meet SG-1. There's a growing hole in space. What are they going to do?

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Multiple Crossings > Multiple PairingsmagikFR18826,63942013,1775 Nov 0619 Dec 06Yes

Prologue to Part Three Not my daddy!

Disclaimer:  I own nothing of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, X-men, Stargate, Anita Blake, Hellsing, nor Highlander.


“You’re not my daddy!” the brown-haired woman yelled furiously at the dark figure loaming above her.  Her hate filled, yellow gaze narrowed on the vampire.  ‘He was not real…he was not real.’  She kept repeating to herself, over and over inside her mind.  ‘She wanted to go home.’  She pulled at the chains holding her to the dungeon wall behind her.  Even with exhaustion flooding her body; not having had nourishment for days, and with her back beaten so raw, that blood continued to flow from the cuts deep in her skin; she refused to submit to her tormentor.

“…but princess,” the dark haired vampire spoke smoothly,  “Belle Morte has seen me inside your dreams.  She hears all the words, and the songs the stars shine on you.  Belle Morte tells me I am your sire.”  His voice was like velvet as he whispered into her ear.  With fingers so gentle, he skimmed the tips across the tender skin on the back of her neck.

“No…no…no…all lies!” the younger vampire whimpered, trying not to howl with her pain.  ‘This could not be true.’  She jerked her head forward, away from his touch.  This vampire might look like her daddy, even smell like him, but he felt wrong.  Her demon could not sense his.

“Daddy…with, or without a bright star…you are Not Him!”  her voice rose until she was screaming the last at him.

“Cher…” came the soft-spoken demand from the entranceway to the cell.  “Has ma enfant more to tell us?”

Angelus stepped away from the brunette chained to the wall.  He moved around until he faced the one at the door.  He then bent down to one knee before her.  He bowed his head in respect.  “Non, grand mere.  The young one refuses to speak of the sorciere.”

The slender, slim built master vampire narrowed her eyes upon the figure on the far side of the room.  She spoke in French.  “You will give me what I want small one.  You cannot fight me forever.  I will have the white witch I have seen in your mind.  If she is real…I will have her!”

Drusilla growled deep in her chest as her demon took over.  She raised her head to stare menacingly at the female vampire.  There was vengeance burning in her yellow flashing eyes.  A twisted smirk grew on her face, and her fangs gleamed from the dim light coming into the room.

“The little tree will come for me! I was promised by her light!” she sang-songed, her voice suddenly sweet, but deadly with intent. The sound sent unwanted chills down the backs of the two standing before her. “You will never have her power!” she yelled now, and then paused when her eyes became shadowed. She cocked her head to the side, as if listening to only something she alone could hear. She began to giggle like a small child.

“Suns lose they’re shine, but fire burns so bright in the little tree,” she began to chant, “and with eyes of black, and soul of white, and flame, time comes for the mouth to open. The Red Witch will come to kill you all!” She finished her rant, and fell against the wall behind her. Tears of blood ran unchecked down her face. “Please, little tree…I wait…”


Continued in Part Three.

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