Author: Ellie

E-mail: OrangeEllie134@aol.com

Description: Angelus wants Willow for his Valentine. Can he truly have her?

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters so don't sue

Rating: PG-13 (For language and Sensuality)

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~Part: 1~

He saw them walk together. He could hear their plans for Valentine's Day, which was only four days away. He had to find some way of persuasion to get her. To have her.

" So Sunday night you'll pick me up and we're going where? " Willow asked innocently and sweetly.

" You'll know on Sunday, " Oz replied.

"Come on just one little teensy hint."

"Okay one," he drew a breath, "It involves flowers."

They reached Willow's home. They exchanged good-byes and a kiss then Oz left. Smiling, Willow reached into her pocket for the house keys. Suddenly she felt dark, like a shadow had fond residence over her. Whirling around to see any thing but nothing. Sighing, a relief she hastily found the front door key, inserting it in the lock opened the door and slamming it. Willow looked out of the peephole nothing, and turning the dead bolt it seemed to let off a gunshot. Was he out there waiting out of sight? Would Oz be okay?

<At least I'm safe and so are my parents.>

Angelus walked up the stairs of the Rosenberg's home porch. Seeing something that made him smile a set of keys pulling them from the lock. Inspecting the ring there was a several metal keys nothing like the one's from his time. One bound to be the key to the unlocking of his desires.

Willow walked to her room laughing silently at her self for acting childish. She kicked off her shoes, tossed her binder by the laptop, and hung up her coat. Not bothering to put on PJ's Willow fell back on to the soft comforter of her bed and with the Valentines day hint in her head she fell into a dreamy sleep.

<The shadow loomed about her; it's hands caressing gently but very furiously about her body. The passion that flowed from his lips to hers still seemed questionable. Not caring weather she would come back the same after. Wondering if this could stay forever was a question of the whole psyche. Feeling his lips on her face and neck made an ecstasy flow about her never felt before.

" Bare your neck, " the shadow said in a commanding whisper. She tilted her head back tracing fingers along her throat. " You're beautiful" he whispered. Let's make it last forever. "

His fangs pierced her neck. The feeling of blood being drained from her was both painful and seductive, tiring quickly as she felt the beating of her heart slow. He pulled her up in his arms after spilling his own blood. Her own tongue tasted the cool liquid as it poured from her lips the strength, the stamina in it, as Angelus' shadow became her own. The feeling of death came about her unafraid, knowing that she would rise again. Willow died in his arms only to awaken the next night.>

Gasping for breath that had left, trying to scream. The pain the hurt. Willow could still recollect the taste of blood in her mouth. Feeling something rise from her stomach she ran to the bathroom to vomit.

"Willow?"

"Mommy? I'm in here." Catching a blurry glimpse of a pink robe before the darkness fell once more.

~Part: 2~

"Oh, Ira when will these nightmares stop? Ever since that...

Willow opened her eyes. Under the soft rose cover of *her* safe bedroom. The lamp shone her parents by the door.

"that girl has corrupted our daughter." Sheila's voice dropped more, "I heard Xander say that the girl's boyfriend is stalking them."

" Mommy?" Willow moaned, "Daddy?"

"We're here," Sheila removed the wet cloth from her forehead, "Oh this is the third one in two weeks. Is any thing wrong?"

"Sheila," Ira Rosenberg spoke his wife's name.

"Honey is anyone trying to hurt you?"

" No, I'm fine. It was just a nightmare, I was eating frogs," she lied. "What time is it? "

"5:30" Ira said. "Will you be all right? Can you make it to school?"

"I can make it to school. I just had a lot of junk at the movie. That's probably why I threw up" Again, another lie.

"Well get ready pack some Tums in case you get queasy. Kay?" her mother said with a smile and a yet very unsure flimsy voice.

Her parents left her room, but instead of getting out of bed she laid for a few minutes. What had caused the dream? Maybe it was a spell? Or was it real? The dream had felt so real but then again so do most nightmares. She had always been afraid of being sired, especially now since Angelus had claimed Sunnydale as his territory.

Willow got of bed, showered, dressed then stood for the better part of fifteen minutes staring at her self in the mirror.

In the dream Angelus said that she was beautiful. Beautiful? No man had ever said that and with recollection not even Oz has said that. Okay her father, but aren't all fathers supposed to say that about their daughters?

<Stop confusing yourself, Will> she commanded to her self. Realizing that if she didn't get a move on she would be late. Grabbing her books, binder and kissing her dad on the cheek she ran out the door on her way to school.

When Willow arrived at her locker Oz came into view. When he came out of the crowd to her locker and after giving her a kiss he knew something was wrong.

"You okay?" he asked apparent sympathy in his voice.

"Dream. Restaurant with Froggy delight. When I woke up I threw up the night's sweet treats. Too much I guess," again lying to someone who trusted her with all their heart.

"Hey everyone has nightmares"

"Who had a nightmare?" came a familiar British voice.

"Hey Giles," chirped Willow, "and I did. "

"About?"

"Froggy delight dish." Oz replied for her. Giles smirked as he walked on. "Are you sure you'll be okay?"

"Yes. I'll be fine it was just a dream and dreams aren't real." The first bell rang.

"See ya later." Oz said, and with another kiss to her lips he left for his next class.

The next few hours were like molasses, slow and thick. The only comfort was it was bronzing night.

After school Willow lingered at the bathroom mirror. And driving into hysteria for a moment she thought her reflection disappeared.

~Part: 3~

After school Willow lingered at the bathroom mirror. And driving into hysteria for a moment she thought her reflection disappeared. <Stop it Will! One dream means nothing it was a nightmare. You've had them you whole life.>

It was cold, really cold on the way home. She reached into her bag to find her keys gone. Willow sat down on the porch for a second. <Where are they?> Parents and keys both. There was a rustling in the bushes, her head snapped up. "Meow," it was a cat. If this kept up anything could give her a heart attack now. Boy, it was cold. An hour passed when the familiar headlights of the Taurus came up to the drive- way. "Willow?" her mother called with the engine still on she opened the door and ran to her daughter. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, mom. I've just been sitting here a few minutes."

A puzzled voice came from her father, "Where are you keys?"

"I don't know. They might be in my room." Willow suggested.

Ira opened up the front door. Willow walked slowly up the stairs, careful not to trip. She walked into the bathroom, she took out of the hamper her pants from the day before, no keys. <Grrrrr where are those keys.> Another resolve

<Walking to the dresser she opened it and took out a long white sleeveless night gown with an empire waist. The satin felt good swirling around her legs. A pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around her stomach. A set of lips kissed her cheek.

"You look so beautiful tonight." His voice was husky, sexy. Willow melted under it.

Ooh, she sat down in the chair near them. Angelus began to rub her neck and shoulders. His hands seemed warm and ooh. He came around front and began to massage her chest. Her breathing became hard and laboring.

She ran out of his arms, not wanting to but she wanted to play. A canopy bed was in the middle of the room. Willow ran behind it and Angelus chased her. They ran around the chamber laughing and while he chased her, Angelus had removed his shirt and shoes, only now in the slick leather pants.

"Run, run as fast as you can, you can't catch me I'm the Gingerbread Man," Willow teased. She jumped on the bed and he jumped next to her. Willow slid over on top of him. He smiled as they kissed slowly massaging her arms again. Willow ran her fingernails over his chest leaving light pink lines.

A muffled scream disturbed them. "Shut up, Slayer." Angelus commanded. Willow looked up from kissing his chest.

Buffy was gagged with her hands bounded above her head. Her clothes were torn and ragged. She looked really pale and skinny. Her hair was cut in all sorts of wild ways. But the one thing that stood out the most was a pair of bite marks on each side of the throat. Willow knew what she was pleading for death, because living was no option.>

Willow woke not as shocked as the pervious night, but still a pang was left in her mind. why had she done that. The last dream gave her that answer: She had been a vampire in the dream. Or was it the future?

~Part: 4~

The phone rang unexpectedly. Willow ran to the kitchen to answer it before the machine did.

"Hello," <Jeez, I sound terrible.>

"Willow! Where have you been? We've been at the Bronze for hours!" It was Buffy.

<Oh, Buffy, I've just was having sexual fantasies of Angelus, no biggie.> "I've been here, I left a message with your mom, I wasn't feeling well."

"Willow, I am sorry but I got worried"

"I *was* home before sunset, okay?" Willow was suddenly hit with a vision: all of her friends being hung on spiked chains and she laughed with Angelus.

"Will you be at school?" Buffy asked bringing Willow back to reality. "It's a Thursday and then a Friday," the singsong voice sounded so carefree, uncaring even.

"Yes, I'll be there see-ya."

"Bye," was Buffy's reply then the dial tone. The clock read 11:23.

<Grrrrr, I know I won't be able to get back to sleep.>

***<Why does she do this to me? > The delicacy of her warmth hit him like a two thousand-pound car. The dreams had been coming to Angelus long before Willow started to have them. He had to have her, and with the nostalgic atmosphere of Valentine's Day he was sure to have no way to control any desire.

Raping was one way to deal with it, but then the woman has no satisfaction. Of course with Willow being a minor it was rape. <Damn, one could go insane with these kinds of thoughts. Oh, wait; I AM INSANE! >

But how Willow looked: Her beautiful jaded eyes, and red hair like blood. He wanted to inhale her scent. The last time he had been near her she smelled of apple blossoms. Her milky skin glowed with unblemished euphoria, at least it used to.

The last dream was a little unusual; it was more... different than... well it was different. Willow had been a vampire; that's not how he wanted her. He wanted her human, her witch-like self. Yes, oh yes, there was magick in her blood. She was powerful. Inside Willow was Power, like a goddess. His goddess, whom he would take any day.

It was 2:34 when Angelus looked at the clock again. He slid of the bed, grabbed his coat and left the factory. Streets where empty, no cries around. He fed on a hooker in an alley; She was tasteless...unsatisfying. He wanted her so bad there had to be some way.

Her house was... empty; it had no love inside. <I could make it feel love. I could make her scream and moan, with pain and pleasure. To feel her touch. My goddess, the object of my worship.> I still had an invitation. It was an easy climb up to her balcony, and then, Yes! The French doors were unlocked. Willow wasn't asleep. <Damnit!>

Willow was reading in her bed. She had been crying. <I could smell the tears that had been on her cheeks. Red, oh how I want you so bad. > Like a little schoolboy, with a crush on the girl with pretty curls and who held her books to her chest and giggled at a friend's joke.

There had to be a way...

**Coffee or a really strong caffeine drink.

"Morning, sweetie," her dad placed a kiss on Willow's red hair. She gave a small grunt-like response. Willow grabbed a coffee mug and filled it with the black tar-like liquid. <I need sleep; a dreamless sleep. Maybe Giles has a spell book, with the ingredients for a sleeping potion! > The thought was hopeful. Oh, how many yawns can one yawn? She finished the cup of coffee and proceeded to get dressed.

Grabbing a pair of faded jeans and a white tank top seemed to be a difficult choice to make. The realization came fast a quick shove of the mind and Willow made it disappear.

Even with coffee and countless cans of Pepsi it was hard to listen to the teacher's lectures. History droning on about nothing, English stuff that has been taught over and over.

At her locker Oz was waiting.

"Hey," he tried to kiss her frown but Willow turned her head and Oz ended up kissing her cheek. "What's wrong? And where were you yesterday, I called your parents at nine and they said you were asleep."

"I was. Oz I don't feel good, I may not be up for Sunday." Willow grabbed the thin French book and slipped it next to her Calculus book.

"Whaddya mean?" The look of hurt was plainly painted on his face.

"Oz, I don't know. I want to rethink some things okay and this weekend seems..." The bell interrupted Willow and she used this opportunity to slip away from Oz into the rest of the crowd.

<Nothing like a big book to make you feel better. O-kay that sounded just like Giles.> About eight books lay open surrounding Willow. So far there were no sleeping potions or spells, except for: "Making your cat sleep like a dog" and "Need to see fish sleep?"

<Who wrote these damn things?!>

"Willow!" the watcher's voice came as his head came into view from behind a bookcase.

"Yeah?" Willow asked shutting "Mystical Muses."

"Um, I am locking up. Buffy just checked in with no signs of anything. I'll drive you both home," his eyes lay fixed about the numerous books. "What are you..."

"Oh, just looking for anything useful. Ya know, a soul spell or something."

"Well we applaud your efforts," he tried to sound cheerful but the effort was lost. Giles helped Willow with putting away the books. Buffy grabbed her bag and coat, and Giles locked up the library.

His Italian car seemed to take forever to reach the driveway of the Rosenberg home, but Willow knew it was just the same time as always.

"Bye Buffy, Giles." The thought of a long bubble bath and a dose of Valium sounded like a perfect idea. She had the family spare set of keys and entered the house with no problem. Willow opened the door to her room without turning on the lights she grabbed a nightgown and walked to her parent's bathroom. With a quick thought she ran down the stairs to the kitchen. In there she cut up a cucumber to put on her eyes.

The steam instantly fogged up the large gold mirror over the ivory sink. Willow lit several lavender candles and added lavender bubbles to the bath. She let the robe slide off her shoulders and stepped into the tub. The cucumbers, the lavender and the steam was enough to make almost anyone wish that life wouldn't end.

<The tub was big enough for two even with his own large and fit body. Willow rested her head against Angelus' warmed shoulder.

"Tired?" he murmured.

"Mmm-hmm. I feel like I don't get any sleep."

"Nor do I. Damn, I can hardly keep up with you," Angelus teased, Willow laughed.

"Can you not take it anymore? Are you tired of me?" Willow teased back. She ran a hand over the beads of steam that had collected on his chest. He didn't speak, he didn't breathe either.

"If I ever get tired of you...it'll be when...I die," he returned the soft stokes and began caressing, beneath the water, Willow's thighs and ass.

"Don't talk like that. What would happen to me if you died?" He returned to the silence after her statement. Angelus took a sponge and started to wash Willow's back; the smell of peaches and cream mixed with the lavender steamed air. After a few minutes he pulled her as close to himself as he could with out hurting her. Dropping his mouth to her ear he whispered:

"You could send us to Elysium."

"Where?" Willow turned her eyes to meet Angelus' dark bronze gaze.

He looked into her cool jade gaze; "It's a dimension. Lover's can perform a spell to send their entities there and they can be with each other infinitely."

"Elysium or bust, huh?" Willow picked up his hand and kissed the fingertips lightly, "I'll always remember...Elysium." >

~Part: 5~

Elysium? <What the hell...where the hell is that?>

The bath was still fairly warm. Willow washed her hair and got out of the tub. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked pale and saturnine. Sighing she returned to her room and immediately knew someone was there with her.

Willow knew she saw a figure on her bed. Unmoving, but no doubt "alive." She groped for the light switch and turned it on. There sprawled out on her bed, dark, contrasting with the light coverlet was Angelus. In the flesh he laid just waiting, idle not breathing, but aware. Willow opened her mouth and before she could even think of screaming the dark shadow of her dreams was upon her.

Angelus' hand clamped over her mouth, "don't scream," he advised. "Just listen."

"Gemmutmeouse," Willow tried to yell. He rolled his eyes.

"I'll let you talk, but if you scream, you *will* be dead before you hit the floor. All right?" Willow nodded. Angelus let his hand down and stepped back.

"You are so beautiful. God, how much I want you. You're so perfect in every way. The way you move, the way you look, well..." he looked at the fuzzy skirt and the matching skirt laying on top of the clothes basket, "not necessarily the way you dress. Nevermind." He walked over to her door and closed it.

Willow walked casually to her dresser, trying to ignore what he said and grabbed her brush. "I've got things to do. Now state your business and get out."

He looked her down then met her eyes. "Bravado, isn't you. But I believe you know what I am here for." His sly, sexy smile had painted itself across his lips.

"Go jerk yourself off someplace else that's what prostitutes are for," she folded her arms across her chest. She returned the stare and tried her best to look slightly intimidating.

"Maybe I wanted to hire you? Anyways that is not really what I am here for is two things. One... you shouldn't leave your keys lying around someone could steal them, and enter your locked house." and with the statement Angelus abstracted from his pocket a set of keys. He tossed them on to the laptop on her desk. He walked in a sort of pace.

"Number two. As you know Saint Valentine's Day is coming up soon. Saturday I gather and...I want you to be my valentine," he watched her face carefully.

"Why me?"

"Have you not been dreaming lately? Those dreams you have been having are the exact same I have. Actually, I've had them since I came back. I don't know why Soul-boy didn't see it, perhaps he was

too blinded by the slutty slayer to realize it," Angelus walked and took

Willow into his arms. "You have a blaze inside you. A blaze that could

out perform any other holocaust of the world. You were meant to be a

destroyer, and destroy with a one as powerful as you."

"You mean, *you*? That is the most retarded thing I have ever heard," Willow tried to break free of his inhuman grip without success.

"I merely want a piece of that inferno. To taste it and burn in it."

"Burn in any fire but mine. I'll supply the matches though," she spat the words out and immediately wished them back. Angelus growled and threw Willow onto the bed. He was on top of her before she realized that she was even on the bed.

He pressed his lips to her own, capturing her in a claiming kiss. He used his tongue to part her lips and explored her mouth. Whether the kiss was supposed to intimidate or seduce her, she didn't care and Willow kissed back. She put a hand behind his head a grasped his hair. Needing breath she pulled her head away.

"Oxy...gen. Ohh," Willow let her head fall back. Angelus kissed and nuzzled at her neck. Not just her neck, over the rest of her face, and down over the skin above her breasts. He pulled on the side of her robe revealing one of her breasts. He used his thumb to tease and harden the perfect peak.

"Willow...I want you...so much more than you think," Angelus used his knee to part her hips. He pulled her into his arms, he pressed her hand into his hardness.

"This is how you make me feel, *all* the time," He resumed his kisses to her neck.

"Angel...Angelus wait. I...we can't."

"We *can*, Willow don't you see the world doesn't matter to me, does it matter to you?" Angelus gazed at her in question.

"It does because I am still apart of it," Willow looked at him as guiltily as she could. "I can't love you." Angelus moved off her and stood up. Willow sat up and stared at the vampire.

<Goddess he is so gorgeous.> Willow hadn't noticed what he had been wearing. The black shirt hung loosely on his chest. Several buttons were unbuttoned showing the fit torso she already knew from dream. His leather pants looked slick and perfect in the light of the dim lamp. All in all if you were to look at him is a street and you didn't know vampires existed...you would know with one look at Angelus, the scourge of Europe, the one with the angelic face.

"I want it too, we just..."

"One night," he said breaking in.

"What?"

"One night together and I'll leave. I'll leave Sunnydale forever."

"I...I, one night where?"

"In *my* bed. I want to hear you scream and moan in ecstasy. I want to see you, all of you I want to know your whole body. Just one day..."

Willow considered the thought. Sex...of course he meant sex. Sex, naturally she had thought of it before. As a six-year-old you think sex is just kissing. When you get to be ten, sex is kissing and rolling around naked in a bed. But when you get into seventh grade you get hit with the sex tree. They tell you everything from condoms to STD's.

"Yes," Willow finally managed to speak the word.

"Yes?"

"For 24-hours, for one day I'll be yours. After that you leave and we don't speak of it *ever*."

"For one day, the whole day?"

"I said 24-hours didn't I? And you will tell no one, not even Spike or Drusilla and especially Buffy," Willow stood.

"I promise. We can't do it at the factory and... tomorrow night, midnight, I'll come to pick you up and at 12:00 Saturday to 12:00 Sunday you are mine."

"That's what's been spoken," up until this point she had kept her self upright and level headed, those barriers had been broken hot tears came out like a ceaseless eruption.

"Willow, what...I..."

"Just go," Willow laid back down on her bed and grabbed her pillow to her.

"Willow..."

"Just GO!"

Angelus walked over to her balcony gave one last look at the "weeping beauty" and jumped.

~Part: 6~

Willow didn't know how long she cried. But when sleep finally came it was a dreamless and null sleep. An emptiness filled her clouded mind not thought came until she heard that voice:

"Willow...Willow. Willow baby wake up."

Forcing to open her heavy eyes she found her mother's blue ones.

"Willow, honey are you all right?" her voice seemed unnaturally soothing.

"I feel sick," Willow managed to speak but it didn't sound like the voice of Willow.

"You do feel hot, and clammy. I don't think you should go to school. I'll be right back okay?" Sheila Rosenberg got up off her daughter's bed and walked out of the room.

Willow rubbed her eyes and looked up at the ceiling. She did feel hot and sweaty; maybe skipping school was a good idea. She heard her mother's heels clank in the hallway. Sheila's face came back into view carrying a glass of water and something in her hand. Mrs. Rosenberg sat back down on the bed and held out her hand. A white pill lay in her out stretched palm.

"It's a mild sedative, Hon. You need sleep. I know for a fact that you didn't sleep the night before last and well...I'm no doctor but I talked to Dr. Halls and he said that if you took one of these for a bit it'll calm you down okay?" The concern in Sheila's eyes told Willow just to take the damn pill.

After taking the pill, and after her mom left, Willow got up and changed out of the robe she had slept in, into a big T-shirt.

The pill worked fast, and within fifteen minutes Willow was back into that lost world of her subconscious.

When the normal dreams came, and the forceful effect of the drug had worn off, Willow awoke to a dismal looking afternoon. She patted down her bed-head hair and looked at the clock. It read 1:51. She sighed, <not a very effective drug.> Willow got out of the sweat dampened bed and made fort the bathroom. After splashing her face with cold water the doorbell echoed through the house. At the stairs Willow saw her mother signing for something and the Sheila carried it off towards the kitchen.

The kitchen smelled of fresh bread and cookies. Within the minute time Willow had seen her mother enter the room and herself, Sheila had engrossed herself with the fridge.

"Ahem," Willow coughed.

"Oh, Willow you're awake," leaving the refrigerator door open the mother embraced her daughter. "Feeling better?" she asked pressing a hand to Willow's forehead.

"A little bit," Willow sat down at the table and looked at two boxes that lay upon the mahogany surface. "Where did those come from?"

"Oh, they're for you. You want something to eat?"

"Not right now," Willow waved a hand at her mom. One box was really long and the other looked like one you'd get clothes in. The long box was red and the other package was wrapped in silver paper. Deciding to open the long parcel first, Willow pulled it near and tore off the lid. Inside 24 perfect, long stemmed roses lay inside. 23 of the roses were red and one black one lay atop the rest.

"Oh, wow. Someone must really like you," Sheila peered into the box not as transfixed as her daughter.

Of course Willow knew immediately who had sent the bouquet. Angelus. It was his style; no card and the black one seemed to have his lingering aura on it. As though he had picked it himself.

"Well you have one nice boyfriend honey. Oz is a true heart."

The other parcel had a wrong feeling to it. And with a second glance it was thicker than Willow had realized.

"Are you going to open the other one?" Sheila was eyeing Willow and the other package.

"In my room...is that okay?"

"Sure."

Up the stairs and back over the doorway. Willow placed the silver decked box on her bed and stared at it. Unable to not just look at it, Willow took her trembling hands and slid off the red ribbon. She removed the silver paper and took off the lid. She sighed at the sight. A caramel colored suede coat trimmed with tan fur lay inside. The redhead looked at it then lifted it and touched her cheek to the soft fur. Raising it up to see how long it was, and it was long, another thing within the box caught her eye. She moved the coat aside and another surprise came. An ivory halter was matched with a denim mini-skirt. The halter itself was made of shimmering satin, moving the halter aside, Willow turned her attention to the last thing in the box, the skirt. Gazing at its short length as she picked up the skirt something fell out from between the folds. Embarrassing, but the panties were they were pretty. They were green, lacy and boy- brief like. <Damn, Angelus you have taste.> Suddenly "Willow" emotions came back and she hastily shoved the box away. Tears came back, and she curled into a fetal position. <No, I can't. I won't! He can rot, rot in hell for all I care!> It's funny, when you cry so much, it makes you so tired.

Willow's hand shook as she turned on the very hot, hot water tap. Spraying down like a great waterfall of heat on her head and trickling down her back. It was 6:13, and less than six hours away. She grabbed the shampoo that smelled sweetly of apples and cinnamon. What was Angelus doing right now? Was he still asleep? It was still sunset, and he couldn't kill just yet. Luckily she had two robes for her purple one was still damp with sweat. She didn't want to dress in the beautiful outfit just yet, and it was only 6:34. Ira Rosenberg had come home form work and Sheila was busying herself with the dinner on the stove.

"Are you okay baby?" Ira put an arm around Willow, and Willow hugged back.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Guess the flu finally found me," she sat down at the table and her mother ladled generous amounts of beef stew into each bowl.

8:18, Willow closed the book she was reading and pulled her knees up to her chest. Buffy had just called, and she sounded worried of course, and she reported that Angelus was really quiet, especially for Valentine's Day. Buffy told Willow she hadn't heeded to Giles warnings and read some of Angelus' favorite ways to torture. Not pretty. <Yeah, I know Buffy. I know.>

9:23, Willow had finished the book she started after dinner. "Only In Your Arms" by Lisa Kleypas. It was a good book and "helpful" too. Willow felt like Lysette in the book, forced into Maximilian's arms unwillingly. It didn't help her thoughts that Lysette was a redhead too, and smart but not physically strong.

10:00, two hours, <oh, why couldn't Mrs. Calendar or Giles find a keep away spell?> But if she did this, he would be gone, gone forever. No more Angelus to hurt Buffy, Xander, Jenny, Giles and herself. That thought was the only reason...inside Willow's room...she pulled off her pajamas and slipped into the halter and skirt.

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