Always and Forever by: Vamplover666
DISCLAIMER: No, I don’t own them. I wish I did! They belong to their respective owners, Laurell K. Hamilton and Joss Whedon.
SUMMARY: Cross over between Anita Blake Vampire Hunter and Buffy The Vampire Slayer set in the Anitaverse.
WARNINGS: So far none, but may change as my muse dictates. Future chapters will be labeled if rating changes to a stronger rating. Also, this fiction is very mushy in spots. And now, on with the story!!!
PART ONE: SECRET ADMIRER
Asher was going slowly insane. It was driving him crazy. Neither the loud music nor the flashing lights were the problem. This night, like so many before it, was the same. He would come to Danse Macabre, because he had to. The Master of the City, Jean Claude, owned the club and his second in command, Asher, managed it.
Asher wasn’t surprised. There were never any witnesses. Just a perfect, long-stemmed, red rose on his desk every night for the past two weeks.
With all of the vampires and lycanthropes around, someone should know who was doing this. Was this someone’s idea of a joke? He couldn’t figure out why this was happening to him. He thought to himself, “ The sun will be up in a few hours, It’s time to close up and go back to The Circus.”
Seeing a flash of movement caught his attention. As he made his way back down the hall to his office he heard soft humming. “Someone’s in a good mood.” He thought out loud. No sooner had the words left his mouth, and then he heard a gasp and the sound of glass breaking. He ran the rest of the way to his office door.
“What are you still doing here?” They said in unison. “ I thought everyone left for the night.” Again they both spoke at once, then they started laughing.
“ Willow, I thought you were finished updating the computer system.”
“I was, am, will be.” She squeaked
“Well, which is it?”
“ I am finished. I just... uh... I um... oh, nothing.”
It was at that moment that Asher saw what had caused the sound of breaking glass. Half hidden behind his desk, the floor bore the remains of what was once a beautiful bouquet of roses. He scooped up the card before she could even breathe, let alone move to retrieve it herself.
“Wait! I can explain!” Willow sounded anxious.
“ No need, Ma Cherie.” Asher replied as he read the card. “ I would be delighted to be your Valentine.” He said with a grin.
“You’re not angry with me, are you?” “ I can feel your anger tonight.”
“That was before I knew who it was. I could never be angry with you, Ma Cherie.” He said as he gathered her into his arms and placed a delicate kiss on her lips. “So, what do you have planned for us tomorrow night, Willow, that is Valentines Day, is it not?”
Willow smiled then giggled. “I plan on seducing you.”
“Too late, you have already done so, Ma Rouge.”
“Well, since the hard part is already done, how about we go back to The Circus and get a head start on tomorrow night.”
“ As my lady wishes.”
“ Do you trust me, Asher?”
“Then close your eyes.”
No sooner had he done so, then he felt a strange sensation. When he opened his eyes, they were in his chambers beneath The Circus of the Damned. She had teleported them there.
“Now I know why there were never any witnesses at Danse Macabre. I had forgotten what a powerful witch you are; you keep it so well shielded.”
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” Willow said with a saucy smile. “I am also a woman who knows what she wants, and what I want is you. Here. Now. Always.”
“What a coincidence,” Asher smiled. “ I was thinking of how much I want you, always and forever. I have wanted to make you my Human Servant, for a very long time.” Asher swept her into his arms and asked, “ Would you spend eternity with me?”
“Oh, yes.” Willow’s voice shook with emotion as she answered him with a kiss.
PART TWO: FRIENDS AND LOVERS
As Asher gave her the marks that would bind them together forever, the level of magic at The Circus increased dramatically. Besides the vampires and weres, humans could also feel this wild magic. It was unnerving, to say the least, but none of them could sense any danger.
Jean Claude quickly traced the magic to its source. He stood outside Asher’s chambers, unsure of what to do. He knew what had happened, that Asher had taken Willow as his human servant. It was a private affair, not to be interrupted, but the magic released was so strong. He had to make sure all was well.
He loved Asher dearly. Jean Claude knew they could never be lovers again, but it was wonderful to feel the other vampire’s joy with his new human servant. This was better than what they shared with Julianna centuries ago. Both men had loved her completely, but it was time to let go.
As the magic receded, Jean Claude raised his hand to knock softly on the door. He didn’t wait for a response; he strode into Asher’s chambers and waited for him to come out of the bedroom. Both vampires were shocked. Asher, because his long time friend and former lover was standing agape, Jean Claude, because of what he saw. Asher was perfect, not the slightest scar, just beautiful golden perfection.
“What are you staring at, Jean Claude?”
“You, Mon Ami.”
“Why, you have seen me many times before. I am the same scarred man; I have been since Julianna died.”
“ Take a look in the mirror, Mon Ami, I think you will be pleasantly surprised.”
Asher went to the mirror and looked at himself with disbelief.
“Am I dreaming, Jean Claude? Have I finally lost my mind?” He asked with wonder in his voice.
“Non, Mon Ami, it appears that the magic released when you took Willow as your servant has healed you.”
PART THREE: HUNGERS, APPETITES, AND DESIRES
Warning- NC-17 Male/Female sex
Blood, sweat, and other bodily fluids, the room reeked of sex play. The only sounds that could be heard were the soft murmurs of the couple in the bed.
“ Asher, please! I’m hungry!”
“So am I, Ma Cherie. I am hungry for you.”
“ I’m hungry for food! We haven’t left this room for three days. Not one, not two, but three, count them, three days!” Just then Willow’s stomach growled loudly.
“ Alright Amour, I will have your food sent as soon as it’s ready. But while we are waiting...”
“You, sir, are insatiable.” She giggled.
“And you, mademoiselle, love it.”
Kissing and nipping her way down his body, Willow spoke with a wicked grin, “You are so very good at making me forget everything else but you, let’s see if I can provide an equal distraction. Hmm?” That last wasn’t quite a word because she was too busy sucking and licking his most sensitive parts. The conversation quickly degenerated into inarticulate moans.
“Do you like it when I suck hard like this ? Or maybe you would like me to be gentle with you”, barely scraping her teeth along his length as she caressed everywhere she could reach. She could feel his passions rising along with his seed, as she nipped, licked, and sucked along his shaft. His hips rose off the bed as he thrust repeatedly in her mouth. She swallowed him deeply, moaning as she did. His hands wrapped in her hair when he came with a very satisfied growl.
At that moment there was a knock on the door. She slid her wetness against the palm of his hand and said, “Hold that thought Asher, my dinner is here.” Then she danced out of his reach to answer the door. She was very pleased with herself for making him lose control so intensely.
Before Willow could get to the door, the soft knock sounded again.
“ Come back later.” Asher called as he scooped her into his arms. Then he murmured in her ear, “I will be glad to ‘hold that thought’ ” as he matched actions with words. He toyed with her wet folds as she wrapped herself around him. Grinding her hips against him, she needed him to fill her. She writhed against him as he slid deep inside, his hands cupping her ass, he took her hard and fast against the door. It was a wonder they didn’t wake the dead, the true dead, with the door banging in its frame hard enough to break loose, and their screams of release. It would be a long before The Circus inhabitants would stop teasing them about the storm that took the door off its hinges.
PART FOUR: FRIGHT NIGHT
Warning- NC-17 Violence
It was a clear summer night, The Circus was crowded. Willow decided that she would forgo a lycanthrope escort around the many tents and stalls. She was confident in her magic.
Quietly humming to herself as she took in the sights and sounds, she didn’t hear the mumbled words of the person she bumped into. It happened so fast that she didn’t know she was hurt. She started to excuse herself, grabbing her stomach as she stepped to walk around the man, when she felt how wet her shirt was. Looking at her hand in confusion, she saw it was covered in blood. She was strangely calm as looked him in the eyes. He continued to mumble something that sounded like “humans first” as he held the knife ready to stab her again.
Willow could feel her life’s blood draining from her body, but she wasn’t ready to die. She called on her magic. Her eyes turned as black as the abyss. She flexed a magical hand to stop the downward arc of the blade. She stopped it a little too well. His arm tore from his body with a meaty, sucking pop. It seemed to hover for a moment before it dropped to the ground with a splattering thud.
Willow didn’t realize how much stronger her magic was, the marks had increased her power. She was shocked at what she had done to her assailant, but her anger with him was greater.
With the speed of a thought, Asher was there by her side. He used his vampire powers to make the crowd forget what they saw, as he mentally called for another vampire to take charge of Willow’s attacker. He held her tightly as he stopped the bleeding using the Master-Servant bond they shared. He could feel her relief as she drifted off to a dark silent world.
“Sleep, Willow, I shall guard your rest” he spoke to her subconscious mind, as he carried her to the door that led beneath The Circus.
Asher would give up his immortal life before he would let the police have the man. His plans for her attacker would have to wait until he was turned into a vampire to be able to withstand the ruthless questioning.
PART FIVE: RUDE AWAKENINGS
Warning- NC-17 Violence
She could hear the screaming in her head. It drew her from a dark, silent world. The blood scent was strong in her mind, making her mouth water. The crack of the whip made her flinch then exhale in relief as she realized she was waking up from a nightmare. She wanted to be comforted by a strong pair of arms. She stretched along the link, calling for Asher. What she found was her nightmare.
Asher was lost within his own mind. His lust for vengeance, violence, and blood controlled him. He drew back the whip to strike again and again, stopping periodically to drink from his pomme de sang. He wouldn’t taste the blood of the new vampire that he was beating without mercy, the fledgling didn’t deserve the orgasmic pleasure that the young werewolf was enjoying from Asher’s feeding. It had been centuries since he lost control like this, only a choked cry from Willow brought him back to his senses.
“Get out!” She yelled at the werewolf. “What are you doing, Asher?” She asked her Master with a horrified tone.
“ This is what he deserves, I won’t let anyone get away with harming you.”
“This is the man who stabbed me? But he’s a vampire! It was a human who hurt me, not a vampire.” She was appalled and dismayed.
“Certain precautions had to be taken in order to question him, Willow. He is, or was, a member of Humans First. There were many belonging to that group at The Circus the night you were injured. They were planning to murder all of us, as well as the innocent humans that were in attendance that night. Don’t think for one moment that he and the others haven’t earned their punishment. They had enough explosives to level The Circus. This one was a little anxious to start the destruction when he realized who and what you are.”
It was too much for Willow to comprehend. Asher continued to explain how they were able to capture the fanatics quickly after Jean Claude invaded the mind of her attacker and turned him into a vampire. He told her the same fate had befallen the fledgling’s conspirators, the only difference being that they were in cross wrapped coffins, while this one would be whipped until he truly died for daring to harm a human servant.
Her mind was reeling as she contemplated the near death of all the men, women, and children that were at The Circus that night.
“Then this is justice, Asher.” The dark side of Willow heartily approved, even though her inner self was shocked at the turn of events. “ I think he has been beaten enough, put him in a coffin like the others.” She would never where the sentiment came from, her dark side, Asher, or her innermost self.
She winked as she grabbed his hand and led him back to their chambers, “ In the meantime, let’s get you cleaned up. You’re covered in blood, and I want to join you in the bath where you can show me how much you missed me.”