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Summary: Before going to St. Louis, the delegates of the Vampire Council visited several U.S. cities. Unfortunately for Angelus that Los Angeles is one of their stops. 2 New Chapters

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Angelic Offerings

Title: Angelic Offerings

Author: Carol (

Rating: R to NC17

Disclaimers: The characters and universe of Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Joss Whedon and his minions. The characters and universe of Anita Blake belong to Laurell K. Hamilton and her loyal minions. Just borrowing them for a little while. I promise to put them back when I’m done.

Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Anita Blake

Pairings: Willow/Asher

Summary: Before going to St. Louis, the delegates of the Vampire Council visited several U.S. cities. Unfortunately for Angelus that Los Angeles is one of their stops.

Spoilers: Completely AU for Buffy. Story set before Burnt Offerings in the Anita Blake universe.



Willow sighed and resisted the urge to touch her fancy hair style. No need to make the master angry because she couldn’t keep her nervous fidgeting down to a minimum. Most of the time, Angelus was easy going, especially if you happened to be female. He just loved the ladies. He was quite the charmer even had his very own supernatural harem.

But lately he had been distracted. Something was bothering him. It had to be something big. Not much of anything could faze Angelus. Willow could tell. Maybe it was her magical abilities that made her sensitive to increasing nervous energy surrounding the lair. The vampires knew something but they weren’t all with the sharing. Not even if the one that wanted to know was Angelus’ pet witch. This would be her.

Willow strolled into the room where the meeting of his inner circle would be held. It didn’t look like any board room she ever knew. It looked the setting of 1001 Arabian Nights. Silken wall hangings covered the stone walls. Thick plush carpeting muffled the sound of her high heels upon the floor. All that she could come up with to describe the overall effect was decadence. This was the effect the Master of the city of Los Angeles wanted to convey. Willow sighed as she bent down as gracefully as she could in her silk sheath. This dress wasn’t really made to sit on big silk pillows but one does what one has to. Angelus always liked his women to look sexy.

Willow looked around and nodded at those already in attendance. Cordelia, Faith and Anya were sprawled out seductively awaiting their Master. They were carrying on a spirited conversation that she did not want to eavesdrop on. They usually discussed things that frankly made her blush. They had no shame whatsoever. Maybe it had something to do with being lycanthropes. Willow didn’t know. She was a human witch and that was all she ever wanted to be.

Fred walked in and sat down next to Willow. She was a quiet little mouse. Pardon, make that wererat. She was highly intelligent and Willow always enjoyed her company. She never said sexually explicit things to embarrass Willow. But make no mistake. She was also of the harem.

Before Willow could strike up a conversation with the quiet Texan, the man of the hour sauntered in. Willow sucked in her breath at the mouth watering picture that Angelus made. He was wearing leather pants as usual and a blood red silk shirt opened to show a wide expanse of pale flesh. He smirked at the assembled females.

“Hello, my lovelies. I have some news to tell you. It seems that we will be having visitors very soon.”
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