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Summary: Willow finds out that her father is not who she thought he was. Damian comes to collect his daughter. Asher/Willow

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Anita Blake > Willow-Centered > Pairing: AsherbuffyandspikeFR211533,55563517,23320 Nov 0830 Dec 08Yes

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Chapter One

I had to twist the time line on this story a lot so that it would work. So if you notice anything that is screwy with it, feel free to tell me, but I most likely know. And also keep in mind that Willow grew up a witch, and also that she is not friends with a slayer because there are no slayers in ABVH universe. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: None of it is mine but the plot, and the plot is thanks to DarkRose! Thank you!

Jean-Claude watched as Damian fidgeted uncharacteristically.

“How is that I did not know about this, monsieur Damian?” Jean-Claude asked.

“Please Jean-Claude; I did not know that it had even resulted in a child, had I known I would have brought the child here immediately,” Damian pleaded with his master. He knew that this could ether end happily or very badly. He was mostly sure that Jean-Claude would not harm the child; however, he did not know this for sure.

Jean-Claude sighed; he had always had a soft spot for children. He had a feeling that letting the child stay was going to cause much trouble, but how could he turn the child away?

“Very well Damian she can stay here in the Circus. I have a few questions before you leave however. First, how old is this child of yours?” Jean-Claude asked.

Damian looked up surprised. He quickly reconstructed his face however, and answered Jean-Claude’s question. “She is seventeen. And a very promising witch.” Damian watched as greed flashed over Jean-Claude’s face before it went blank.

“I only have one more question for you monsieur Damian, how promising?”


Willow sat quietly out side the door waiting for her father. Wow that was strange for the last seventeen years of her life she had thought that her father was the greedy son of a bitch that was never around and always took her mother with him. Now though she knew the truth her father was a 1000 year old vampire that had been a Viking. In the last two hours Damian had been a better father than hers had ever been.

Willow looked up when she heard someone clear their throat above her.

She gasped at the sheer beauty of the blonde standing in front of her. Her breath stuck in her throat as she ripped her eyes away from him when she remembered what her father had said about vampire.

She looked at that hand that he extended to her and slowly she put hers into it.

“Mademoiselle, I am Asher,” the blonde said. Willow gasped as he pulled her up to her feet and then placed his lips on her hand. Her eyes flew to meet his; she completely ignored her fathers warning in the matter. She was distracted for a moment when she thought about how easy it was for her to think of Damian as her father.

“And what shall I call you, mademoiselle?” Asher asked in a husky voice.

“M-most people c-cal me Willow. I m-mean that’s my n-name,” Willow stuttered and then blushed. She blushed even more as she watched laughter dance in his bright blue eyes.

His eyes bored into her for a moment and then he looked perplexed. “What are you little one?” he asked Willow quietly.

“A human?” Willow asked, innocently.

“No it is much more then that, I can not turn your mind,” Asher told her. He was very intrigued.

“Oh,” that was the only thing that Willow could get out.

“Come, we will discuses this in a more comfortable place,” the blonde told her, pulling her away form the door.

Willow could not even think to protest as she was pulled along.

She loves her mama’s lemonade,
Hates the sound that goodbyes make.
She prays one day she’ll find someone to need her.
She swears that there’s no difference,
Between lies and compliments.
It’s all the same if everybody leaves her.

“Jason would you kindly get the girl, I think she had been out there for quite long enough.” Jean-Claude and Damian continued to talk as Jason exited the room. A few moments later his head popped back into the room. “What did you say she looked like?”

“A lot like me, she has red hair and green eyes,” Damian answered him, confused.

“While I hate to tell you this Red but there isn’t anyone by that description out here. In fact here isn’t anyone out here,” Jason told Damian and Jean-Claude. A second later he had to doge out of the way as they both speeded to the door.

“Where did she go?” Damian asked in confusion.

“It is most curious it is like she has no scent,” Jean-Claude said in way of an answer.


And every magazine tells her she’s not good enough,
The pictures that she sees make her cry.

“You a beautiful,” Asher groaned out.

Willow just gasped, and gripped at his hair, pulling him down to kiss her once more.

“Beautiful,” Asher said once more when there lips broke apart.

And she would change everything, everything just ask her.
Caught in the in between, a beautiful disaster,
And she needs someone to take her home.

“Please Asher, please!” Willow screeched out.

“Please what Willow?” Asher asked as he held himself painfully still.

“I need you,” Willow told him breathlessly.

She gasped as he finally started to move inside her.

She’s giving boys what they want, tries to act so nonchalant,
Afraid they’ll see that she’s lost her direction.
She never stays the same for long,
Assuming that she’ll get it wrong.
Perfect only in her imperfections.


Asher groaned as he released his long dead seed into her body.

She’s not a drama queen.
She doesn’t want to feel this way, only seventeen, but tired.

She would change everything for happy ever after.
Caught in the in between, a beautiful disaster,
But she just needs someone to take her home.

Asher watched as Willow drifted off to sleep in his arms. She looked so young as she lay there in his bed. For the first time he stopped to wonder how old she was.

Asher looked up in confusion as someone burst into the room.

Cuz she’s just the way she is, but no ones told her that’s ok.

Jason opened the next door in a long line of doors. They had split up to try and find Willow before any harm could befall her. Damian seemed pretty sure of her ability to protect herself. Jason had noticed that this seemed to excite Jean-Claude, god he was so power crazy.

Jason peeked his head inside and quickly closed it when he saw the orgy that was going on inside. He would have like nothing better then to run in there and join them, but he was on Jean-Claude’s orders to help find the girl. He did not want to smell the sex if he could not participate. Jason had been shown a picture of the girl and he was pretty miffed about the fact that she was only seventeen.

Jason quickly opened the next door wanting to get as far away form the orgy as he could. What he found in the room however made him pause and stare.

He looked at the red headed girl lying in Asher’s bed and then up at the blonde himself and shook his head.

“Oh, Asher of all the times you decided to start having sex again. Not to even mention with who,” Jason said. Looking behind him, expecting to see an upset Damian and Jean-Claude.

And she would change everything, everything just ask her.
Caught in the in between of a beautiful disaster,

But she just needs someone to take her home.
And she just needs someone to take her home.

Willow looked down at the black bed covers that slid against her legs smoothly. For the last three weeks she had been given what ever she wanted, whenever she wanted it. Willow also knew that all the outings and shopping trips were put in place so the she would not see Asher. She had started to love her father very much, and Jean-Claude was becoming a very big part of her life also. She had found out very quickly that he was a big sucker for the big eyes and pouty face.

Jason was also fastly becoming one of her best friends.

Willow was finding it very difficult to stay away from Asher though. She had been forbidden to be around him without supervision. She had a sneaking suspicion that he was watching her when ever he could however.

Willow made a very hasty decision and climbed out of her king sized bed. She didn’t even bother to put any thing on over her skimpy shirt and booty short, compliments of Jason, on one of there many shopping sprees. She tiptoed to the door, and quietly pulled it open. According to Jean-Claude, Asher had not been in his room since the night that they had slept together in there.

Willow had bagged Jean-Claude to tell her what Asher had been doing, since she could not see him. He admitted that Asher had been very depressed and than Willow had made him promise to try and talk Damian out of his ban on Asher.

Jean-Claude had kindly told her that it would be her birth day in three weeks. Willow was very happy when Jean-Claude had told her that if she wanted to be with Asher after she turned eighteen she would have his full support. And know it would be her birth day in a little over twelve hours.

Willow looked up to see Jason and a were that she did not know standing in front of the coffin room. They both looked up when Willow turned the corner.

Jason gave her a disapproving look that clearly said, “Where do you think you are going”. Willow knew that there had to be a very guilty look on her face for him to be looking at her like that.

“Jason, please I can put you out for a few minutes so that you don’t get in trouble,” Willow pleaded with him.

“Willow you know I can’t do that,” Jason told her with a wink.

Willow gave him a smile understanding that he was giving her the okay. Willow turned to the other shifter. “Sorry,” she told him gently.

“For what?” he asked just as he hit him and Jason with a sleeping spell.

She didn’t make it very potent, so she only had a few moments to get into the coffin room.

Willow turned to the key pad on the door. Jason had secretly written it down for her once and then burned the paper. She only had a few moments left so she punched in the numbers.

Dawn let out a sigh as the door swung open. She entered drawing spells around her. Jason had warned her that it would be very dark because there were no light or window. He had also told her that she would need to put a protective ward around herself so that she would not be attacked by any of the vampires when they woke for the night.

So Willow wove spell after spell. One so that she could see and then another to mask her presence from all the vampires except for Jean-Claude and Asher.

Jason had also told her that Asher’s coffin would be on the right next to Jean-Claude’s. Jean-Claude’s coffin was not hard to find as it was up on a raised dais. Willow made her way to the coffin and put her final spell on his coffin so that it would ventilate air so that she could breathe while inside.

Once the spell was done she pushed the coffin open and stripped of her clothing. She set it on the ground before she realized that anyone could see it. She grabbed the clothing and pulled it to her chest as she climbed into the coffin. When she closed the lid she had a moment of panic as she had to sensation of being buried alive. For a moment she thought that it might have been better not being able to see.

Then see looked down at Asher and could see his face, even with all of it’s imperfections it was beautiful. Willow relaxed against him knowing that she had a few hours before he would awaken.

Asher woke to the strangest feeling. He was warm; he had never been warm after waking from his death sleep. That was when he noticed the weight on his chest, looking down he saw a head of red hear. Asher gasped in air that he really did not need, and raised a hand to touch the hair that covered his chest. He ran his hand down her head to her back and knew that he would have been rock hard had he drank any blood, she was not wearing a shirt.

He could feel her naked breasts against his chest and the crisp curls at the juncture of her legs teased his upper thigh.

There was a loud bang as her head smacked the top of his coffin when he gently shook her shoulders.

Jean-Claude was leaving the coffin room when he heard a loud bang resound around the room. He looked around to find that none of the other vampires that were slowly exiting there coffins seemed to notice. He raised his nose to sniff the air. Willow. He turned and walked in the direction of his coffin. “Everyone out!” all the vamps that were awake left in a whirl when they heard the command.

Jean-Claude walked around his own coffin to Asher’s, he pulled it open and almost laughed at what he saw.

Willow was rubbing her head and pouting as Asher laughed outright. It had been so long since Jean-Claude had seen Asher laugh with joy. They both looked up at him in surprise and then guilt, will Willow looked guilty, Asher just looked happy.

“Do I want to know, mademoiselle,” Jean-Claude asked.

“I don’t think so,” Willow answered.

Jean-Claude just shook his head and closed the coffin.

Willow spent the last few hours of being seventeen in a coffin with Asher.

Cuz she’s just the way she is, but no ones told her that’s ok.

And she would change everything, everything just ask her.
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,

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