Rated: R
Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy: The Vampire Slayer belong exclusively to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and Warner Brothers. I'm just borrowing.
Part two in the Demon...Angel... Series.
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Willow tightened her grip on her thick, woolen jacket as she stepped cautiously along the dark street, her soft footsteps echoing along the concrete path. There was no hint of cold in the air, but she shook violently, her skin crawling, her breath coming in short, frightened gasps. Occasionally she glanced back, expecting to see Angelus following her, but she knew he'd be heading indoors by now. The sun would be up soon enough, and Angelus was not kind enough to stay out and spare the world further misery, Willow told herself bitterly.
When she arrived at Buffy's house, she stopped nervously at the letterbox, tiny tears littering her eyes for the second time that night. In all honesty, she didn't want to tell Buffy about what had happened only two or so hours ago. But she knew Angelus well enough to know that if she didn't tell her friend first, he would, and there was no way she'd be able to lie. She didn't have it in her to tell her best friend anything but the truth... She hoped.
She slipped quietly up the front steps, tripping on the last one. She stopped still, trying to compose herself. Her breathing steadied, but she couldn't stop the tears. After minutes of trying, she sighed, resigned to her self, and then knocked quietly on the door. No reply came, and Willow shrugged half-heartedly, realizing she hadn't knocked nearly loud enough. She took another deep breath and knocked again.
It was barely 20 seconds before she spotted the light in the upstairs hallway flicker on. She was almost glad to see that it was Buffy coming down the stairs rather then her mother. Willow didn't want to even try explaining why she was so upset to Joyce.
The front door opened and Buffy glanced curiously out into the darkness. "Willow?" Her startled tone matched the look on her face... Until she saw the tears. Panic filled Buffy, "Will? What's wrong?" She stepped forward to wrap her arms around her friend, "Why are you crying? Has something happened? Is it Xander? Or Oz?"
Willow barely managed to sob a "No" in reply as she hugged her friend tightly. She tired to stop crying, tried to focus for just a moment, but her insides ached and the pain spilling over inside her wouldn't allow her to stop crying.
"Ssshhh, it's all right, Will. Come on..." She took her friends arm gently and lead her into the house, "Come up stairs and tell me about it okay?" Willow could only nod as Buffy helped her up the stairs and into her bedroom. She sat Willow down on her bed, cursing inaudibly under her breath when she heard her mother in the hallway.
"Buffy? Is everything all right?" Buffy rushed to her bedroom door, pulling it half-closed and gazing out at her mother. "I heard a knock, and crying..."
While Willow tried to silence her sobs, Buffy tried to smile reassuringly, "It's all right, Mom. Nothing to worry about."
Making out the sobs coming from her daughter's bedroom, Joyce stepped toward her, whispering quietly, "That sounds like Willow. Buffy, is there something I can do?"
The slayer nodded, whispering back, "Just gives us some time, maybe grab a drink for Willow... I'm not sure what's wrong..."
Joyce nodded understandingly, "Okay, honey. I'll fix you both a Hot Chocolate." The woman turned and made her way down the stairs.
Closing her door, Buffy turned and hurried over to her friend, sitting beside her and taking her hand. "Okay, Will, tell me what's up." When Willow continued to sob, she told her quietly, "Just breathe. It's gonna be okay, Will." Willow took a deep breath, trying again to push the tears away. With each deep breath, it got a little easier, and eventually, her tears came in silence. Buffy smiled gently, "Now tell me what's wrong."
Already terribly pale, Willow only got whiter. She gasped nervously, "Please don't hate me..."
"Hey..." Buffy leaned forward, resting her head on her friends for a moment, "I'll never hate you. You're my best friend."
Willow's voice was a pleading hush, "Just promise, please, don't be angry..."
Buffy nodded, confused, "I promise, Will."
A long silence ensued. Willow tired to force the words from her lips, but each time Buffy pat her hand supportively, it got a little harder, until eventually, she knew she had to speak or she never would. "Angel..." Now Buffy paled, fear filling her eyes as she waited for her friend to continue. "I fell asleep... Outside... He came..." She gasped desperately for breath, feeling the sobs festering inside her again, but she had to finish, she wanted to finish. "He... I don't know how... He tricked me... He tricked me into..."
The sobs came, Willow collapsing into Buffy's arms, holding her tightly. Buffy wanted to be patient with her, she wanted to support her, but she had to know. She gulped loudly, afraid. "Willow, what did he do?"
"He... We..." Willow sobbed again, her chest hurting, "We had..." Buffy knew what Willow was going to say before the last word even slipped from her lips. "Sex..."
The tears in Buffy's eyes fell from her eyes like a tidal wave escaping her, and she too sobbed. "Oh God, Will..." A sense of guilt flashed through out her. It wasn't the first time she'd felt this way since Angel had lost his soul, and, even compared to the loss of Jenny only a few weeks ago, this was by far the worst. Of all the things he'd done... To steal her best friend's innocence... Buffy clung to the fragile red head frantically. "I'm sorry, Will. I'm so sorry."
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Angelus bounded happily down the steps into the small courtyard of the once glamorous old mansion, humming a tune he'd never heard before, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
"Someone had a good night." Spike wheeled slowly through the double doorways, glaring up at his sire, annoyed that the older vampire was in such good spirits. "Find a baby to feed on?"
Smirking, Angelus replied, "Better. Two incredibly cute teenage girls, and a computer hacking red head who hangs round everyone's favorite Slayer." He caught himself, "Although the latter escaped with her life."
Spike nodded, "Slayer show up and spoil your fun, hey?"
Angelus laughed, "Actually I let her live. After all, she did let me," he scoffed nastily, "Do her, shall we say?"
"You and Willow?" Spike was purely disbelieving, "The two of you did the wild thing?" The blonde vampire could not contain the hysterical bursts of laughter that escaped him. "That girl has more sense than that..."
Nodding in some form of agreeance, Angelus finished the sentence for her childe, "Unless a handsome, charming vampire uses some of the old tricks of the trade on her." He stepped toward Spike, slapping his cheeks lightly, "You should have seen her! She was beautiful."
"God, Angel, you didn't rape her did you? The Slayer will have your guts for garters." Anger infiltrated Spike's voice, and despite himself, he wasn't sure it was just concern derived from the thought of Buffy in kill mode, or if it was the musterings of sympathy for the little red head.
"I don't need to rape, *mate.* I just had her thinking it was what she wanted." He paused for a moment, "Although, I think Willow always had a soft spot for me. Hell, who can blame her?"
Spike rolled his eyes, "You mean she had a soft spot for the *soul-having* you. I don't think any of your one time friends really like you, *mate.* In fact, I can't say I'm too fond of you."
Angelus chuckled, leaning forward, a hand on each of Spike's shoulder, whispering, "It must really bother you, not being able to get it up, huh?" He pushed Spike away, sending him rolling backwards. Still chuckling to himself, Angelus scooted past him and into the mansion. "The sun'll be up soon, Spikey. Think you can control that thing long enough to get inside?"
Listening to him as he walked away, Spike groaned, sick to death of his sire's taunts, "You'll keep, you bastard."
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Buffy picked up the empty mugs by her bed and crept quietly out of her room, stopping at the doorway to glance back at Willow for a moment as she slept. She sighed sadly, unsure how to help her friend, then turned and headed down to the kitchen.
When she stepped into the room, Joyce and Giles fell silent. "How is she?" Giles asked, concern marring his English accent. Buffy only nodded in reply, putting the cups down on the sink.
"What can we do?" Joyce asked.
"Just let her sleep for now. I couldn't really get much out of her..." Buffy's eyes fell to the floor, she felt tears coming to her again. When she forced them back, she glanced up at her mother, "Mom, you should probably head to work, there's not much else we can do for now."
Joyce nodded, getting up and stepping round the bench to her daughter, "If you need anything, just call." Buffy nodded, pausing long enough to let her mother kiss her hair, and then watched her as she exited the room, "Goodbye, Mr. Giles. Thank you again for coming to help Buffy with that project."
"Y-yes." Giles nodded, "My pleasure." He waited until he'd heard Joyce leave the house before questioning Buffy further, "What happened, Buffy?"
Buffy leant against the bench, looking across at Giles, uncertainty filling her. "Giles, I'm not sure Willow would really want anyone to know... For now at least... But..." She sighed, "Angel found her last night. Somehow. I'm not sure when or where or how even. She barely managed to tell me that. God Giles, she was just a mess..."
Fear moved silently inside Giles as he asked dryly, "What did he do to her?"
"I'm not sure exactly. She said he tricked her." Buffy shrugged, more than a little reluctant to go on.
Confused, Giles asked, "Tricked her to do what?" When Buffy's eyes met Giles, the hurt inside, the guilt. He knew the answer.
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Willow moaned at the feel of Angel's cold hands running softly over her flesh, each touch lingering in pleasant, burning tingles. "Angel..." She whispered.
Angel's mouth met hers, his lips crushing hers in frantic kisses. He cupped her sweet face in his hands, grasping soft strands of glowing red hair, savoring each strangled breath that passed from her mouth into his. He pulled away from her, resting his forehead on hers, "Willow..."
She opened her eyes and looked lovingly into his, surprised by the gentle flame of affection burning within them. She ran her slender fingers over his face, outlining his cheekbones, tapping playfully on his nose, caressing his lips. He smiled at her and she giggled, "I can't believe this is real."
He smiled back at her, "It's real, Willow. I'm here. With you, where I belong." Angel's rapturous smile doubled, "I love you."
Unable to keep her own smile from spreading, Willow pulled him closer, "I love you, Angel." She leant forward, pressing her lips to his, kissing him with fervor wilder than anything she'd ever felt before.
But when Angel pulled away from her, loathing filled her. His spiteful game face gnarled his handsome features. He yanked her hard against him, running his hand up her thighs, invading her with his fingertips, "Tell Buffy it was good for me."
Willow snapped forward in the bed, panting frightened by the last of the dream that filled her head. She ran her hands through her hair, trying to settle her thundering nerves. Hesitantly, she ran a hand across her inner thigh and along the outline of her pants. A slight tinge of pain filled her and she shuddered in disgust.
She'd hoped she was dreaming. That Angelus had not found her as she slept outside her bedroom doors, book clutched in hand. But he had. And they'd... She couldn't even bring herself to think it.
She barely remembered coming here, to Buffy's house. Barely remembered telling her best friend that she'd been with Angelus. Eventually, Buffy would what to know how, and why, it had happened, and that scared Willow most of all. How would she tell her best friend that she had foolishly left herself open to attack? And worst of all...
Her own voice echoed in her mind, "What have I done?"
And Angelus' reply. "Nothing you didn't want me to. Nothing you didn't enjoy."
Willow felt tears coming to her again. She'd known what he was doing. She'd tried to resist. She hated herself for it, but she knew deep down, in some ways, Angelus' had been right.