Willow looked over at her room mate's vacant bed and sighed. Falling to her
bed she ran
the fine-toothed comb through her wet hair and followed behind with her
fingers. Her red
hair shined from the dim light cascading from the bedside lamp next to her
and she briefly
looked down to her night cloths, a pair or flannel shorts and a spaghetti
strap tank top.

She looked back over at the bed adjacent to her's and couldn't help but think
how incredibly
unfair life was. Here she was, home early on a Saturday night while her best
friend and
roomy was out having a blast with a moron like Riley Finn. She couldn't help
it, she hated
the jerk. He came in and took Buffy away from everyone in the scooby gang.
And here she
was the one who had first rooted the two on. Now, here she was, incredibly
bitter over
her friend's happiness with no one for herself.

Well, there was Tara.

Willow ran the comb through her hair one last time before setting it on the
bedside table
and turning off the light, turning in for the night.
 

***
 

It was a dark and depressing ally. From one end you couldn't even see the
other. But there was Willow, the brightening light of the ally's darkness.

She made her way down it. Confidence radiating off her. Out of nowhere, her
face dropped to worry.

A sound came from behind her and she whipped around. She blocked her
attacker's punches with ease as if she had already known the moves they would
make.

Thowing the one behind her into the wall, she pushed the one in front a few
steps away and roundhouse kicked him in the face causing him to go into the
opposite wall. She turned just in time to block the next hit coming from the
guy behind her and swung around a stake she had pulled from her waist band,
plunging it into his chest and watching him turn to dust. She gracefully spun
back around to stab the stake home again, turning the other attacker to dust.

She paused once again but only for a moment before spinning around again,
ready to plunge the stake again. Only this time she was met by a hand
stopping her stake and eye to eye with her enemy.

His eyes mockingly inspected her's, tilting his head and breaking contact
with her eyes to let his sights travel down her face and over her neck. His
hand reached up and his index finger glided over her neck till she pulled
herself away.

Squeezing her hand till the stake fell, he let go of her hand and placed his
at her waist, proceeding to push her back till her back hit the wall. His
eyes continued to wonder over her till he leaned in and met her in a kiss.

Willow fought for a moment, only to moments later succumb and give in to the
assault being made upon her. Her hands quickly made their way to the back of
his neck, over his shoulders, then back up to mix into his hair.

His strong, large and shapely hands made their way down her back to her
buttocks, his palms grasping her globes and hoisting her up enough to help
her jump up and wrap her legs around his waist. She locked her ankles behind
him and he hit her back against the wall.

His hands traveled up to her sides and over to the front. Moving past her
hoisted skirt to move aside her panties, he pulled his mouth from her's and
kissed her neck in time to plunge two digits into her and she let out a gasp.

He continued to plunder her depths, ravaging his lips over her neck till when
she reached her climax he detracted his canines and bit into Willow's neck as
she came to climax and screamed, "Angelus!"
 

***
 

Angel jumped up in bed. Extremely turned on. He had just had a dream.
Something extremely unnatural for a vampire. But what wasn't unnatural for a
vampire? He did dream on occasions on account for his soul but it still was
highly unusual.

To make it more weird, he'd dreamt of Willow. Worse, of screwing will. Worse
yet, of being Angelus and screwing Willow.
 

***
 

Willow was on her bed, wide awoke. She had dreamt of Angel fingering her. No,
Angel fingering her.

And she thought she wanted Tara.

She shook her head, her and Angelus crossed her thoughts, and she fell back
to the bed in a huff.

*****

Part: 1
 

Willow put the dream off as nothing more than that, a dream. The person could
have been
anyone. She cringed when she thought it could have been Riley instead, it
just happened to
be Angelus. Who just happened o be her best friend's slash roommate's ex-boy
friend's
alter-ego.

She looked down at items she'd been writing and read them.

<<Sex         Angelus         best friend's ex's alter-ego       Riley -- ick
         sex      Angel    sex        Angelus       sex       sex       sex>>

~~ I really need to change my thought path ~~

Willow sighed and closed the notebook, throwing her mechanical pencil down on
the
cover. She rubbed her face and rested her elbows on the table, her face on
her hands.

“Why Angel?� She quietly asked herself.

“What about Angel?� She heard Buffy ask, startling her.

“I, um, just had a dream with Angel in it.�

“Really? What was it about?� Buff asked, sitting next to her.

“It's not important.� Willow sat up.

“Oh, okay.� Buffy got up and grabbed her bag, starting t pack it.

“Going home for the summer?�

“Yeah. Thought I’d come home and see mom. I know she misses me so a summer
home
could do us both good.� She turned to Willow. “What about you?�

“Going home to an empty house or stay in an empty dorm? Hmm, I’ll pick door
number
two Johnny.�

“Another vacation? How long’s this one?�

“Six months.� She shrugged. “Go figure. They gave up on caring for me a long
time ago.�

“I’m sorry Wills.� Buff came over and gave her a hug. “But you know I love
you.� She
stiffened up and made a weird face, pulling away a little. “I mean --�

“I knew what you meant.�

“Oh, good.� Buffy let her go and straitened up. “Because, I wouldn't want
you
to get the
wrong impression.� Willow went to protest but Buffy continued. “Not that you
would.
Because you know how a love you.�

“It’s okay Buffy.� She nodded her head. “I knew what you meant.�

“Oh, by the way. Giles asked e to tell you he needed you to stop by tonight.�

“About what time?�

“Ah, eight.�

"I can do that. But I want to get some sleep. I didn't sleep real well last
night."

"I'll go then. Call me at mom's if you need anything."

"I will." Willow laid down on the bed as Buffy took her bag and left.
 

*****

Part: 2
 

Willow awoke on burgundy and black silk sheets. Her hair was pulled up in a
French twist and she was in leather; a black miniskirt and a red halter top
if her personal inspection of herself was correct.

She stood and felt up her body, over the skirt and halter top to her neck
where she felt a wound and a silk and metal choker.

Looking to the dresser, she saw a folded-over not taped to the mirror which
hung over. She walked to the dresser and reached for the note, unfolding it
she read it.

Willow let her arm drop and the note then dropped to the floor. She then
began to search through the dresser drawers. Each drawer contained a new note
that she read and crumbled, dropping to the ground.

After going through every drawer, Willow got mad and hit the ball of her hand
into one of the drawer fronts and it split into pieces. Willow grabbed one of
the pieces of wood and held it high as her stake.

She dropped it to her side and went to the door, trying the knob. Locked.
Rolling her eyes, Willow turned it again, this time breaking the lock.

Opening the door, Willow stepped out and looked around. Candles lit the hall,
rose petals -- black and red -- were scattered across the floor leading to
the three end doors.

"Door to the left, door to the right, or just go strait in?" She whispered to
herself. She started to the doors and noticed something on the knobs.
"Handkerchiefs." She observed the colors. "Red as blood. Black as night. Tan
as skin. Gee, which should I take?" She breezed her hand near all the knobs
and the tan one fell. "Guess it's door number three."

She reached for the knob and was thrown around and against the door. Her
hands pinned by larger hands above her head. Her eyes locked with the eyes of
a murderer. Her body pressed intimately close to Angelus' body.

"Mine." He ruffly growled out, tightening his grasp on Willow's wrists. She
gasped as she felt the bruises forming and whimpered in pain.

As she whimpered, Angelus swept down and claimed her in a brutal kiss. He
dragged her hands by the wrists up to meet above her head and grasped both
her tiny hands in his one. Bringing the other hand down, he wrapped it around
her waist, pulling her close to him; her back still against the door.

He placed his hand flat out against the small of her back and firmly against
her, closed it, scratching into her. Willow whimpered and gasped in pain and
Angelus moved his mouth over her cheek and down to the pulse point of her
neck, kissing around above the choker.

She started to breath heavy her chin started to quiver, her eyes tightly
shut. The hand behind her untied the top by the back strings and she bit her
lip trying to resist.

Willow jumped, startled by the ringing phone. She sat up and answered the
phone, putting her hand on her head.

"Hello?"

"Willow?"

"Yeah Giles." She dropped her hand to her bed.

"Willow. Did you talk to Buffy anytime today?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, did she happen to inform you I wished to see you?"

"Yeah, at eight."

"Yes, well, Willow. Are you aware of what time it is?"

"Yes, it's --" she checked her clock. "Oh my gods! Giles, I'm so sorry. I had
no idea it was 9:30! I went to sleep and the phone just woke me."

"Yes, well, will you please come over here?"

"I'm leaving now." Willow hung up the phone and headed out the door.
 

*****
 

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