Prompt 149-Triskele

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Title: Triskele
Prompt: Triskele
Rating: R
Warnings:implied death and torture, darkfic etc.
summary: Willow, spike and Angel amuse themselves.


She wandered, a small smile playing at her lips.

Around her, the mansion was a small buzz of activity. She smoothed The flared skirt that hugged over her hips down, and tugged her snug shirt down, dark fingernails tracing over the material of the fabric.

Around her, minions of half a dozen different races and breeds skuttled to their various duties. She smiled, and it was a cruel sharp emotion that sent several of the closer minions to a faster speed. The cruel edges softened minutely into satisfaction.

As she walked along the halls, she searched for her cohorts. No doubt they would be hiding somewhere in the area. Probably playing with one of their toys in the basement.

She passed a mirror and stopped for a brief moment to check her reflection. Her hair was dark red, pulled up behind her into a flawless bun, a pair of sharp silver sticks spiked through it. Her eyes were a dark dark green, and as she smiled they flickered to ebony and then back again. As her eyes flickered, she saw several strands of hair change as well, when her eyes returned, that hair did not.

Willow had never been more pleased.


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Spike looked lazily across the bare room a smirk playing over his lips. The room had strong stone walls that defied definition. Only one wall had adornment and it came in the form of whips, chains, and other various forms of torture devices.

The middle of the room had several pairs of chains that dangled from the ceiling, and a drain that hung under them. The room sloped slightly to accomodate the drain.

It was a room of blood, and death, and torture. Spike loved it. Currently hanging in the chains was a prone male figure. Once upon a time he thought that his Red might have known the boy.

It was a good time for severing ties. Besides, he hadn't yet killed everyone that had hurt his witch. They all had to pay, but with the man unconcious he wouldn't be able to taunt him and wound him in a way that he could revel in the pained grunts and limited expression that crossed his face.

It was fine, the vampire had time. It wasn't as though he were going anywhere.

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Angelus caressed the girls neck, his fingers a mockery of tenderness. The girl shook under his minstrations like a rabbit, every inch of her trembling in fear. she struggled to keep an emotionless mask over her features, but if she hadn't shaken it would have shone through in her dark eyes.

He inhaled deeply, luxuriating in the intoxicating array of emotions that rose from her like smoke from a pot. When he reopened his eyes, his dark contented eyes met hers, she was trapped in his stare as though he were a snake and she merely prey.

But that was true, wasn't it? If she wasn't prey, then no doubt she wouldn't be here. Her stubborness not to show fear had agitated him in the beginning, but the spice that it gave her scent was unusual enough that for the moment the vampire would let it go.

Smiling, his grip on her neck relaxed and she shrunk away from him into a corner. Her leg still jutted out at an awkward angle, a silvery blue tether attaching her to a high hook in the ceiling, but she was still as far as she could get from Angelus.

He narrowed his eyes.

She'd have to be disciplined again. He tutted softly. These young pets just did not learn. Granted, he'd also been spoiled for some time now by his witch. Clapping his hands, he stood up from the small dais where he'd been lounging.

He shot a dark look at the girl who scrambled from her prone position to open the door for him. Not a lost case after all then. He walked out from the door and looked both ways in the corridor.

He wanted to see his witch.

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Willow continued to walk through the house until she reached the back porch. A wide expanse of dark wood, she could barely see the setting sun behind the trees in the backyard.

Even so, it was a torn bloody thing lighting up strangely colored skies, and clouds in gray and green. Chaos was beautiful.

As she sat, she felt the sun finally escape and began to enjoy the cool air. From somewhere in the nearby woods, she heard movement and smiled when she saw the pale form of a human man escape the woods, pursued closely by several young vampires.

He got a dozen steps out of the growth before the three of them took him down. His screams as they drained him were like music.

As he continued to scream, the children taking their time with him, she felt another presence emerge behind her. She didn't have to look to see who it was, she simply knew.

Her magic sent her a blurring sense of colors and impressions. Spped, ferocity, sharp angles, blinding color. She smiled as she turned, arms raised to entwine around the man's slim form.

"Spike." The words formed out of a mouth more human now that it was at any other time. Her voice was warm and sensual, though still edged with violence.

Spike lowered his head slightly and nuzzled against her neck, her name murmured against the pale skin there. He looked up and met her eyes, both of them smiling as the man's cries began to cease.

Spike's eyes filled with violence and he kissed her brutally, giving as good as he got. They did not stop, arms and legs entwined, until the man's noise finally ceased only to be replaced by the sound of his prone body being drug off by his feasters.

The two of them seperated, though Willow's arms still rested on his shoulders, his resting comfortably on her hips. They stood there for a few more minutes before Spike took off with a grin and a wink towards the town.

Willow followed, never far behind.

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Angelus walked silently from the alley. Behind him lay a pale form, empty of blood and left to rot. The city was growing smaller. Their hunting had taken on new amusements.

Granted, there were always the ones that they bred in the kennels, lest food get too scarce. But, he was definitely of the opinion that the wild ones were far more amusing. They still had such pitiable expressions as hope, and each time they were able to flush out a nest of the creatures it was rare that more than a few would be kept for breeding, feeding, or other amusements.

The streets here were silent and dark. Not so long ago it would have been littered with neon signs, lights and other such amusements that kept his food from realising their place. Here in this inky darkness there was no cover for the brutality it served, and it pleased him that few things stood in his way any longer.

As he walked, conversing with only his own thoughts, he heard a choked scream followed by the sharp stacatto rhythm of shoes on pavement. And they were coming right for him.

He smiled, turned, and shifted into game face. A wide grin adorning his face. The woman dashed from the alley he'd left mere minutes ago, and nearly fell screaming when she saw him there waiting for her.

Gotta give her credit for keeping her head though. She pivoted the other way down the thoroughfare and took off running as fast as she could. He loped after her, never quite catching her though it was more than in his power.

From another alley that leaded out onto the street, he saw the pale haired form of his childe join the hunt as Spike started keeping pace. He wondered where their witch might be, but did not ponder overmuch. She didn't always hunt with them, though she was rarely more than a few dozen feet away. It amused her to watch them hunt.

The girl veered sharply away from the street and civilisation, turning into the woods that bordered this side of town. Spike and Angelus both propelled themselves further forward, determined that they should be the one to win tonight.

The girl jumped over logs, her breath starting to come weaker now, and the vampires closed in further. She jumped again and came down leading to another sharp angle.

As she did, both men saw the clearing up ahead, and both threw themselves the last few handsbreadth towards the girl.

It was already too late. Willow appeared in the clearing, in a whirlwind of smoke and darker things that defied definition. In a fluid calculated movement, she stepped out from her cloud, snatched the girl by her neck as she attempted to run past and held her there, toes barely touching the earth.

She turned the girl's head, and smiled into it.

"You should have let them kill you sweetling."

Her eyes flashed ebony, and in a few strangled moments the girl's body was drained of all vitality, leaving nothing but a withered husk of skin and bones behind.

She smiled at the vampires, eyes twinkling.

"C'mon now luv, thats not fair!" Spike's voice was low and throaty.

"Of course it is." She said slyly. "You took too long, and I was hungry anyway. Is it my fault that you chose to play with your food?"

Her eyes danced wickedly.

Walking over to both of them she pulled them down onto the grass with her and settled herself between them. The three of them settled over the course of several minutes until they were no longer a tangle of seperate bodies, but instead a varied pile of limbs and satisfied faces.

"See now? Is that so bad? And it isn't my fault that neither of you can bare to lose to the other. So no bickering, it only means that tonight I'm in charge, and when was the last time you were upset at that?"