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Willow ran to the front door panicked, and, after pushing the key into the lock, swung the door open. She jumped into the foyer of the house, and waved to Giles, who drove off to drop Buffy off.
"Mom?"
There was no response from any of the rooms in the house, so she assumed that it was empty, due to her parents still being out of town. Sometimes she was sad to not have them there, but tonight, after everything that happened, she was elated to not have to worry about Angelus going after them.
She ran upstairs, and started to study. It was late, and she knew that, but, it was something she always did to calm her nerves. Besides, she had a hunch that there'd be a biology pop quiz that day.
After reading the first half of the chapter, she stiffled a yawn. <<Guess it's getting later than I thought.>> She stretched, and tried to resume studying, but there was this odd feeling lurking inside of her. <<Feels like someone's watching me.....someone not human......>> She paused, lifted her head, and tried to gain a new depth on the situation. <<Angel.>> She frowned, as a small bit of fear crept through her body. <<No, Angelus.>> She then thought about how he grabbed her in the school. How she liked the way his body pressed against hers, even though she could've been killed easily. <<I still can't believe cute and helpless is a turn on.....>> Nevertheless, he still terrified her. That was smart.
Another hour passed. As she filled her head with cells and other biology nonesense, thoughts on the reverted vampire fled. She yawned again, checked her watch, and got up. <<Bed time.>> A minute was passed finding clean pajamas <<I really need to do a wash>>, and then she started to undress.
Unaware of the prescence on her small porch, she stripped out of her clothes, allowing the dim light to dance across her bare skin. In a few seconds, she was clothed again, this time in silk pants and a tank top.
"Shit." She murmered, after hearing a noise on the porch. <<I just stripped down to nothing in front of Angelus, Buffy's ex.>> Feeling total mortification, she turned the lights out and went to bed.
After a few minutes, she called out into the darkness, "I know you're there."
From the other side of the windows, she thought she heard a snicker, but chose to ignore it. In all her life she had never been so tired and worn out. Sleep hit her quickly.
End Part 1
"Argh..." The hacker rolled over, and turned her alarm off. She stretched under the covers for a few minutes, trying to find some willpower inside to get up and start her day. When she found the strength she needed, she jumped up, and screamed.
On her desk, there was a bouquet of roses. 24. Long stemmed, crimson roses. <<They weren't there when I went to bed.....>> She padded softly across the carpetted floor, and opened the card, reading it aloud to fill the void in the air, "Meet me tonight. At the Bronze. Seven."
She dropped the card in shock, realizing who it was. <<Angel----us, me, the Bronze. I don't like this at all.>>
In the mansion across town, Angelus smirked to himself, while preparing for sleep. He was so attracted to that girl, and seeing her nude was definately a turn on. <<She's a dish. Perfectly sculpted breasts, shapely legs........I'm going to make her mine. I hope the second roses catch her off guard. I hope she likes them. Can't wait for tonight.>>
Drusilla waltzed into his room, "Daddy has someone else in mind today. Who is it?" He growled at her, "What?"
"Stay out if it, Dru," He glared menancingly at her, "I'm warning you."
Spike called from a room down the hall, "Luv?" Angelus nodded, as Dru waltzed out the way she came. Angelus sighed, wriggled out of his leather pants, and crawled into bed, thinking up ways to get Willow's attention. <<The roses will do it.....>> He decided. <<They'll convince her how serious I am. She'll be perfect. She'll be mine.>>
Willow walked down the main school hall, on the way to her locker. Thoughts of a date with Angelus plagued her mind constantly, and she found no means of escape. As she approached her locker, something different caught her eyes. Another long stemmed crimson rose was taped on her locker. Grasping it her hand, she opened the door, which revealed the rest of the dozen. <<I think that makes 36. My room will seem like a florist's shop by the end of this.>>
She coudln't help but smile slightly, despite the fear still raging inside of her, "He certainly knows how to get my attention."
The familiar voice of Buffy was next to her, "Who? Oz? Oooh, nice roses. Oz?"
Willow blushed, and looked at her friend, not answering her questions, "How are you holding up? Any fights with Angelus yet?"
She shook her head, "That night, I went looking for him again. It was wrong," She confessed, "I had to see him. Make sure it was really him," Willow looked at her, puzzled, "Of course seeing him about to kill you told me it wasn't him, but when I first met him, he acted like that, too."
"Did you see him?"
"No."
"Lucky break, then?"
"Sort of," The bell rang, and she said quickly, "Gotta go. Giles wants my study hall period for training stuff today." Willow nodded, and the Slayer darted off, leaving her best friend to muddle through her turmoiled emotions.
Willow stopped by the library at lunch, hoping to get a start on a project, something, anything, to take her mind off of Angelus. Giles noticed her flighty attitude, and called her on it, "Is there something wrong?"
She looked up, and saw his patient, understanding face. With a smile and a shake of her head, she replied softly, "Don't worry about me. I'm fine. Just tired, and school hasn't been easy lately."
He eyed her, "That all?"
"Well," She told him part of the truth, "With Angelus on the loose, I didn't sleep well last last night. I had invited the good one of him in a while ago...." They both frowned, "And, after spending the whole night hanging crosses and garlic everywhere, I was exhausted and scared."
He nodded, "You'll have to remain on guard for a while."
<<Tell me about it.>>
"Willow?" He snapped her from her thoughts, "What's wrong?"
She shrugged it off, "Giles, I'm fi---" She stopped short, as Oz entered the library, "---ne. Hey, Oz." Inside, she wasn't partyicularly happy to see him, especially since she has a date with a mjor bad guy.
Her offered her one of his cute smiles. Giles turned back to working on organizing a card catalogue, giving them privacy. Oz spoke cautiously, "How did you sleep?"
"Terribly," She confessed, "It was way to scary last night."
"Yeah," He nodded, and then asked, "You want to go see a movie tonight?"
Willow gulped. Giles had turned around to guage her reaction. He had known something wasn't quite right with the girl, but since matters of the heart weren't his specialty, he stayed out of it. She shook her head, much to Oz's dismay, and said, "I can't. Big research assignment."
He nodded, "Gotcha. Maybe some other time?"
"'Course," She tried to sound casual about blowing him off, "It would be fun."
He smiled, waved, and fled the library. She smiled sadly, feeling tears of mixed emotions flowing freely through her viens. <<Don't have that much longer to decide. Better make up my mind soon.>>
"Willow?" Buffy inquired, "Why are you in such a rush to leave?"
The hacker panicked, trying to find words to tell her dearest friend. <<Can't tell her the truth, it won't work out. She'll spaz. Hate me more than she hates her ex-honey.>> With a somewhat calm shrug, she replied, "I have some work to do around the house," She lied, "Before Mom and Dad get back."
Buffy nodded, knowing something was wrong, but since she couldn't decide what it was, she shoved those thoughts aside for another time, "I'll call you later, maybe?"
To make up for the lie, she agreed eagerly, while carefully taking the roses out of her locker.
"Good, how about after I finish patrol?"
"Sounds great," She shut her locker, waved, and turned away, "See you tomorrow." As she walked home, she thought a great deal about Angelus' proposal. Of course he was gorgeous, so physical attraction wasn't an issue. It was his mind, the way he could become so seductive with one glance of those dark eyes, and make you confess everything or allow him to kill you, that scared her.
As she turned down the street to her house, she made up her mind to go. <<He can't hurt me on the dance floor.>> She had her resolve face on, and she had a couple plans to get her out of trouble, in case that ever happened. Maybe Angelus wouldn't hurt her. Maybe.
End Part 2
Willow looked herself over in the mirror, as the sky started to turn a brilliant orange color, signifying the sun's departure from the day. <<The skirt is a little short, but it looks okay, I guess.>>
She was wearing a brown suede jacket, with a dark demin skirt, and green tank top. When she put her only pair of platform shoes on, she finallly noticed how long her legs were. <<They don't make me look taller...>> She stared at the image in the mirror, as she started to brush her hair again. <<They exaggerate how long my legs are already.>>
"Stop fussing...." She checked her watch, and then, after deciding that she didn't have much time, she spritzed on a small amount of her favorite vanilla perfume. <<Gotta go.>>
Buffy paced nervously in the library. It was making Giles nervous. He kept eyeing her from time to time. The last time he sent a glance her way, she growled excitedly, "What?!"
"What's wrong?" She was about ot open her mouth to say that there wasn't a single thing troubling her, but her Watcher knew better, "Don't tell me nothing's going on. I can tell. You haven't made a good throw yet in the knifing exercise. Your mind is elsewhere. Might as well talk about it."
She nodded, and drew in a long, deep breath, whose exhale gave her time to think about what was really gnawing at he rinsides this time. It wasn't Angel this time, much to their surprise, "Willow."
He had an idea of what the girl was talking about. He had noticed the hacker acting strangely in the library that lunchhour, but chalked it up to hard work, and Angelus-related stress, even though the two hadn't been close when he had his soul.
"Giles?" She continued, "She was so gone today."
"Meaning?"
"Body here," She translated, "No mind or soul. Like she was on Mars," Her mind wandered, "An alien abduction maybe........is that possi---"
Giles cut her off gently, "I think you're over reacting a little bit. She's not adjusted to all of this change. People adjust faster than others. You've always been a fast one. Oz seems like that as well, yet in a completely different, non-verbal way," He paused, to reflect, "Willow needs consistancy, and that's very much nonexistant right now."
Buffy nodded, and picked up the knives again. She was about to throw the first one, when a rock, wrapped in a piece of paper, flew through a pane of glass in the large library, sending itself, and particules of glass flying down across the floor. Buffy and Giles stood up from behind the counter, and immediately, the Slayer rushed to pick up the rock.
She read the message. It was from Angel, she was sure, "Many a nights, here we spent. Found a bracelet from the school named Kent."
Giles looked puzzled.
Buffy knew instantly what it was, "I've got to go meet him."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" He inquired gently, as she shoved stakes into the waistband of her jeans, and a cross and vial of holy water into her jacket's pockets, "What if it's a trap?"
She sighed, "If it were a trap, he'd write 'PS: come alone' at the end."
"Are you sure?" He repeated. But, it was no use, the Slayer was gone.
Willow ventured carefully into the Bronze. She paid the cover price, and slipped inside. Just as she walked into the main room, a pair of strong hands grabbed her, terrifying her.
"Shit!" She cursed loudly, struggling, until she looked into her captive's laughing eyes.
Angelus pretended to look hurt, "Such language, Willow, I'm offended."
She retorted calmly, as they sat down at a table in a corner, "When people, vampires, monsters, you, scare me, I've been known to curse in my head," They both smirked, "You seem to have brought out the verbal use of the words."
"Well," He smiled, and then saw her worried, nervous look, "I don't want to scare you," She looked away, but a hand carefully turned her head back, so their eyes would meet again, "Just want to spend time with you."
"Why?" She was curious. <<He could have any girl in this place for his meal, or date. Whatever. There are much prettier ones in here than me.>>
He sighed, finding himself lost in her eyes, "Simply because you're you."
"Why---"
"You're unique, pretty, intelligent. Not pretty," He corrected himself, "Beautiful."
<<How did he know I was asking why he thought I was attractive?>> She asked, "How---"
Isn't it 'neat' the way I guessed what you were going to say?"
She uttered a low, exasperated growl.
"Want to dance?" He stood up, as if not accepting a decline, and extended his masculine hand. A second passed, and then, she accepted it, sliding her slender hand into his grasp, and allowed herself to be swept across the dance floor.
Buffy hooted in internal pain, as all she found in the graveyard was another message. She had found the exact spot where the bracelet had been found. To her dismay, there was no Angel. A yellow card with his writing scrawled across it, "Go to my apartment, Slayer, yuo know where. Go to my place, Slayer, the key is there."
She took off in a full run.
Willow smiled sweetly, as she thought of how they danced the night away. Now, she was sitting at a table, sipping a diet soda, listening to him tell her stories. Of his childhood, of his history, jokes. They were all funny, and not one reminded her of his vampireic side.
"So," He stopped talking about himself, "What do I know about you?"
She stiffled a yawn before speaking, only to finish after she spoke, "Not much too exciting in my life."
"You're tired," He observed, "I'll take you home."
With fear surpressed inside of her, she shook her head, "That's okay---"
He cut her off, and spoke fiercely, and protectively, "And have you killed? No," He shook his head, "I'll escort you."
She relented, and with one of his hands wrapped around her loosely, they exited the club.
Buffy clasped the note to her chest, and sobbed. <<Angel has Xander and Cordelia, in a factory. Outside of town.>> She looked around the room, seeing the remains of their relationship. There were a few pictures of her, handdrawn by the artistic vampire, hanging on his wall. Now, however, there were knives stabbed in various spots of her visage.
She looked at the directions on the map, and quickly disappeared, to find Giles and hopefully get him to drive her to their rescue. She prayed to the night that her friends were still alive.
Giles drove as fast as his old car would allow him. When they reached the location, Buffy stormed into the main building, and found them bound and gagged. With a huge sigh of relief, she untied them, "Thank God you guys are alive. I was so worried that Angel might've hurt you."
Cordelia was the first to speak to the Slayer, "It wasn't your ex."
She looked at Xander, "This true?"
He nodded, "Dead boy didn't commit this one. It was an alive, sun bathing guy. With a mask."
"Let's not forget the gun," Cordy pointed out, "The one he almost shot Xander with."
Buffy reviewed the evidence, "But the clues were written by him. They were made up of our old haunts. They led me to his apartment. Where I found the key to open the door."
They walked outside, while Xander added, "Then he hired someeone."
"Great," Buffy grumbled, after they were well on their way back home, "Just great."
She looked at Angelus quizzically, as they stood on her porch, "Um, Angelus?" He nodded, which told her to continue, "Why me?"
He sighed sadly, "Again?" She moved her head up and down hesitantly, "Willow, I thought we covered this one already. Because you're you, remember?" She smiled, and bowed her head, "I was a fool to not have you when I had the chance."
Willow spoke shakily, surprised at his honesty, "Wh-when was that?"
"The night I asked you to do that search on Buffy's chum," She knew when that had happened, but time and time again denied that anything could happen between them because of his concern of Buffy, "I wanted you so badly, to have you to myself for a while."
"Um," She ventured out into the thick air, "Have me?"
He nodded, obviously excited, "I could show you amazing things, if you were mine," He traced her jawbone, "I'd let you feel such pleasure---"
"Doesn't it hurt when you're involved?"
"It's a fine line that seperates pain and pleasure," He came closer to her, "Let me show you the boundries of its power."
He grabbed her close to his body, and kissed her. Instantly, her head was filled with nasty thoughts, of them together, and colored melted behind her eyelids. Her world was ending, with this one kiss. When he pulled back, her lips were bruised from the assault.
"I think," She smiled, "That if you're going to kiss me like that again, we should go inside."
End Part 3
Buffy questioned, "Is Willow still at home?"
Xander nodded, "She wasn't with us all day. Or night."
"She wouldn't go out to have Angel kill her," His boyfriend pointed out tactlessly, "He coul really do some damage there. She knows better. She knows her guts woul look terrible smashed against a wall. Giles warned us well."
Giles rubbed his temples, "I didn't use quite such colorful language, Cordelia."
Buffy picked up the phone, and dialed her number, "There's only one way to find out."
The phone started to ring the minute the hacker and vampire walked into her house. Angered, she picked it up, "Hello?"
Buffy was taken aback by the impatience she found in her friend's voice, "Will? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, Buffy," She said, as Angelus walked up behind her, "I'm fine," She gasped as his hands circled her waist tenderly, and pulled her against him, allowing her to feel his erection against her backside, "A little stressed, but fine."
She didn't believe her friend, "You sure?"
A small, tiny moan escaped her lips, as his hands went higher. Under her shirt he explored, and with his deft fingers, unclasped her bra, "Yesss. Fine. That all?"
"Angel kidnapped Xander and Cordelia. They said a guy with a gun took them during the day. I was just making sure you were fine."
"Haven't seen any guy with a gun."
Angelus carefully took the phone from her, and replaced it in its cradle, "There, Little One," He smiled, rocking her against his body, "Leave that alone."
"You kidnapped my best friend?"
He nodded, "I only did it so your friends wouldn't see you with me. I figured it wasn't time for that yet," He rocked his hips against her, "But, if you want, we can go over to the library now, and---" She pressed back against him, grinding her bottom into his groin. He uttered primitively, and then said, "I guess you don't want to worry about that now."
She smiled up at him with a strength she didn't know she had, and led him to her bedroom.
"Willow?" Buffy repeated onto the dead line, "Willow?"
Giles was becoming concerned, "What happened?"
"She didn't say good bye. She just hung up," She trailed off, deep in thought, "Someone must've taken the phone away from her. I have to see if she's alri---"
"John Wayne," The tactless voice unnerved her further, "You're making this deal a big deal, and it's probably nothing. She didn't want to talk. So what---move on."
Xander sided with Buffy, "She always says good-bye. Sometimes with a funny joke," He reflected, "Always with a funny joke," He looked at his girlfriend, "Something is wrong. Buffy, go help her."
"I intend to do just that.
End Part 4
Willow had never felt such desire in her life. She stood in front of his perched form, ready on the edge of her bed. He was just staring at her, while the distance between them became a barrier to the contact she longed for.
Angelus was savoring the moment. There was Willow Rosenburg, the object of his desires, in front of him, supple to his gentle command and direction. He slowly started to undress her with his dark brown eyes, making her fidget nervously. He smirked, and looked up at her, "Is there something wrong?"
She nodded, "You're making me nervous," A tense giggle escaped as she spoke, "Like you're deciding whether to eat me plain, or simmered in oil first. It's nervewracking."
He chuckled, "I'm not going to 'eat' you," She looked at him warily, "Or drain you of your precious blood. It gives you the color in your cheeks. It makes you strong and beautiful, and," A chilling glance was sent her way, "Very sexy."
"Shut. Up."
"Go turn off the lights."
The seriousness in his voice startled her, and at the same time, aroused her. She did as he told her, turning off the lights in her room with a flick of a switch on the wall. With slow, cautious steps, she made her way to her spot in front of him, and then backed up a few feet.
"Undress for me, Willow," He spoke softly, yet firmly. She whimpered, obviously confused, so he repeated himself, "Undress. Right now."
As she started to take off her jacket, she questioned, "Are you sure? Can you even see me?"
"I can see you, don't worry."
With a reluctant sigh, she let the suede fall to the floor. In an instant, she slid out of the skirt suggestively, and stepped out of the ring of fabric. She slipped her shoes off, letting them fall on top of the rest of the clothes, and then, she waited.
She didn't know what she was waiting for. There was something in the air, that she could feel.
"What is it, Little One?" He asked, feeling the same thing she was. <<Maybe she has powers.>>
"I feel something, in the air," She admitted, and tilted her head, listening to a rustling. That noise turned into footsteps. Panicky footsteps. She immediately knew who it would be, "It's Buffy."
He chuckled, and walked over to the french doors, "I'll wait out here."
"Okay," She huffed, and crawled into bed. Buffy broke the door open with a quick, silent movement, and could be heard creaping up the stairs. There was a knocking at the door, and then it opened, without waiting for a reply, "Buffy."
"Willow?" Her voice was full of relief, "Are you alright?"
"I was until you broke into my home, invaded my privacy, and came into my room without waiting for an answer," Willow wasn't sure where she was getting this hostility, but she was certain that Angelus was loving this, "I haven't seen your honey. He's not after me."
Buffy shrugged, "I was worried. Angel had taken Xander and Cordy---"
"I'm sure he wasn't going to hurt them."
"What's with you?" She turned the lights on, "You've been so different lately. I don't know how to deal!" Willow covered her head up with the sheets, "Talk to me!"
The hacker meekly protested, "Leave me alone. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Promises, promises," Buffy yanked the sheets off of Willow's head, and grabbed her shoulder in a nervous action, "I want answers now."
Angelus was watching the scene from the patio. He was terrfied that Buffy would hurt his precious Little One. If anything happened, he swore that the Slayer wouldn't live much longer than a few hours.
"Buffy," Tears sprung to her eyes, "Ow. Let go," Buffy just shook her harder in frustration, letting her sway like a rag doll, until tears spilled, and sobs wracked her body, "Buffy, please let go. It hurts."
Panicked, she pulled back, reeling from the fact that she had just injured her best friend with powers that were supposed to be a blessing, "Willow, I'm sorry." <<What came over me? jealousy? Why? I've never ever had the urge to hurt my best friend before. I did something so bad.>>
"Get out. Before I call the cops for breaking and entering."
There wasn't anything in her voice that told Buffy otherwise, "I'm sorry."
"I don't care." The minute Buffy left the house, Angelus re-entered, swooping the spent Willow into his arms. She colapsed, and he rocked her back and forth. The bruises on her hsoulders were starting to form already.
He hissed protectively, after kissing each one tenderly, "I'm going to kill that ignorant bitch."
"She was trying to scare you out of my system."
"Did it work?"
She smiled smuggly, through her tears, "Nope."
He smirked back at her, but then checked her over gently, "Are you sure you're alright?" She shrugged, and then nodded stiffly, feeling the aftershock of having been hurt by her best friend, "Nothing seems broken."
"Good," She stood up in front of him, "Then, I guess we can finish what we started?" He nodded hungrily, as she moved to a position just inches from his touch. She slid her panties off, exposing a dark patch of red curls, and a smooth, slender bottom. He gasped in anticipation, as his erection began to swell again. Slowly, she lifted the hem of her top, lifted it over her head, and stood the suggestively in front of him. He moaned, and she laughed, "Somethign wrong?" he reached out to touch her, stretching as far as he could to touch her tender skin, but she jumped away, "No, no. Bad, Angelus," She was starting to get into this power she held over him for the time being, "Can't touch what you can't have."
He growled, "You tease."
She stuck her tongue out at him shyly, and approached him, "Want me?" He nodded hungrily, but not ashamed of her control over him, "You know what to do." She had just handed the power over to him.
Angelus realized that. He grinned, and then commanded gently, "Come here," She obeyed, walking slowly to him in the darkness. He reached out and ran his hands up her outer thighs, relishing the softness, and dreaming of how tender she'd be on the inside, "Spread you legs a little," She moaned as his hands crept higher when the space was opened. He smirked, "You like that?" Willow nodded, excited and aroused, "Kiss me."
She leaned forward, and captured his lips with her own. Their tongues dueled romantically, and and passionately. <<He's such a good kisser.....>> He seized her into his lap, and then, with a graceful flip, put her on her back, so he could lean over her and start to play his games.
He traced the skin along her neck and collarbones, which brought goosebumps to her flesh. She reached up and pushed his leather jacket over his shoulders, something to do while he tortured her with his hands. The feel of his cool flesh under her burning hands sent strange, new sensations through her. It pleasured her, feuled her further. Slowly, she started popping the buttons off of his shirt, finishing with a quick push and pull, sending the fabric to the floor.
As she ran her fingers up and down his sculpted stomach, he kissed her breasts. He paid attention to the left one first, sucking and nibbling on the tender skin until she could no longer stand it, and then, he moved to the other one. He nipped at the nipples, causing her to writhe in pleasure and pain and push his head into her chest.
"Angelus," She breathed, after he kissed her again, "You're good."
"Regretting this now?" Ashamedly, she shook her head, "Little One, you don't need to be ashamed. I will never hurt you, and no one ever needs to know about us until you're ready. You have nothing to hide."
She traced his pectoral muscles with an index finger, "I know."
With a trademark smile, he ducked his head below the equator. After placing several buring kisses along her stomach, He sank lower, much to her surprise. <<She's so innocent. It's so cute. I love it. A turn on in a big way.>> He started with her outer flesh, kissing and tugging on it with his fangs, which had begun to appear the minute his erection had grown painfully large. She brought her hands to his head, and pushed him in farther. Hungrily, he lapped at her opening, piercing his tongue inside her. She started to move against his mouth, trying to derive more pleasure from his ministrations. Then, he moved slightly higher, and started to suck on her clit.
He laughed when she howled in surprise. She never knew how good that could feel. It shocked her, but heated her more than before.
Just as she started to feel a pulsing between her legs, he pulled back, juices dripping down his chin, and started to remove his leather pants, "Can't have you coming yet, Little One."
She just pouted, and waited for his quick return.
Buffy sobbed the whole way to Xander's house. He opened the door immediately, having seen her run down the road, "Buff? Is Willow---" She colapsed into his arms, "What happened? Is she dead?"
The Slayer pulled back, shaking her head, "I hurt her."
"Physically?" She nodded, and started to pull back, but Xander wouldn't let her, "You hit Willow?" Quickly, she swung her head from side to side, wriggling out of his death grip at the same time, "Explain it now, Buff'."
"I went to see if she was alright. It was dark. I was worried," She tried to sort the mess out in her mind, "I broke the lock open, walked in, went upstairs. She was under the covers, and spazzed when I walked in. I grabbed her," He gasped in shock, "I didn't realize I was trying to shake the information out of her," She knew that she had betrayed both of her friends in one simple, yet dangerous, act, "I'm so sorry, Xander. I didn't want to hurt you or her, ever."
His glare softened, "If she's alright, I'll forgive you."
"Thank you, Xander, thanks so much for this second chance---" He extended his arms around her, hugging her upset form, "This means a lot."
"I know."
Angelus prepared for his entry, positioning his huge member at her tiny opening. With a reassuring touch on her thighs, he spoke, "This might hurt a little."
She whimpered, nodding slightly.
"But, don't get all stiff on me," He teased her, making them both laugh. He reached out, and started to massage various parts of her body, "Ready?" She nodded, and tried to relax, but it was so hard. <<I'm getting fucked by Buffy's worst enemy.....and he wants me to relax?!>>
<<She's so tight. I love it.>> He slowly began to penetrate her barrier, causing the girl to whimper, which in turn, fueled his erection. <<Virgins are so fun.>> He waited for a few minutes to allow Willow to gain her bearings.
She shifted underneath him, growing accustomed to this new, full sensation. <<He's huge. I never guessed that much could fit inside me...go figure.>> When she started to wriggle against him, to drain more pleasure out of the situation, he knew she was ready, and slowly began pumping in and out of her.
"Would you quit teasing me?" She growled, as he played games, varying the speed and force of each thrust. He just laughed, and covered her mouth with his own. She moaned into his mouth, as she dueled with his tongue. Their speed increased, as Willow felt the warm feeling return to her insides. In her mind, it felt as though everything was melting. Colors swirled inside her head. It was amazing.
Angelus looked down at the girl between kisses, to notice how beautiful she was to him. Her skin seemed to glow in the dim light, and she smelled of both their sexes. It was incredible.
Willow knew something was coming. Her inner muscles were clamping down on his sex, as he pumped harder, "Angelus, I'm---" A strong moan and shuddering cut her off. He kissed her again, feeling her moans go through him.
As it finished, he spurted his seed into her with a powerful thrust and tremor. Without thinking, he bit into her neck; just enough for a small trickle of blood to push him over the edge. She sighed contentedly after it was over, "That was......WOW."
He smirked, "Glad I could oblige." He kissed her forehead, and pulled out of her.
"What are you doing?" She demanded, minutes later as he clamped his mouth over her pussy again, "I can't do that again!"
He laughed, pulling his face out from between her legs, "I'm licking your blood up, LIttle One. It tastes good."
"Oh."
When he brought her over the edge for a second time, he returned to her head, kissing her sweetly, and then cradling her body within his, "Sleep well, Little One. You certainly deserve it."
"When will you leave?"
"In a few hours," She sighed sadly, and he continued, "I know. Me, too."
He lapped at her wound, which startled her, "You bit me?"
"Vampire sex tricks," She nodded mutely, scared that she was so close to death, "But, don't you worry. I promised you that I wouldn't hurt you. Remember?"
"Yes."
"I keep my promises that I make to women," He squeezed her close, "Especially the one I'm sharing a bed with right now," He kissed the top of her head, "Now, sleep. You'll be tired tomorrow."
She had one simple request before falling asleep, "Wake me up when you go?"
"Of course."
End Part 5
The next day, she could've sworn the alarm went off at least five hours earlier than it should have. <<Stupid clock.>> Angelus had woken her up before he left, and they shared a painful good bye, with a searing kiss.
She held onto that moment for a while, during the time when she got ready for the day. The shower was inviting, and helped her become more alert. <<I don't know what's going through me. First I go out with him, then, we sleep together, and I coudln't even tell Buffy or Xander what was going on.>> She towelled off, and then stepped into her room.
<<I'm just so sick of being alone. Everyone's had sex, but me! Well, not anymore. I've never been that involved with anyone, ever.>> She opened her closet, and pulled out a dress Buffy had bought her, but she never had the guts to wear. <<A scarf, or something, to hide the marks, maybe my hair--->>
"They're gone," She ran her hand across her neck. But, then, revealing the other side of her neck revealed the missing wound, "Too good to be true, I guess."
Buffy rolled out of bed, and jumped immediately into the shower. Since she was late, she didn't want to waste any time getting to school in order to check up on Willow. Within a few minutes, she turned the water off, and, wrapped in towels, went to her room to pick out a cute outfit. <<Better go with white and blue. Makes me look more innocent.>>
"He left his jacket," Willow remarked, on her way out the door. She picked it up, and then noticed how well the shift dress's grey print went with the black leather, "I think I'll wear it."
She slid into her black birks, grateful that the dress was that casual. Checking her hair and cover up job in the mirror, she grabbed the jacket and her books, and ran out the door.
Grateful that the walk wasn't that long, she smothered a smile as she bounded up the stairs to the mian doors. She could feel eyes follow her as she pushed her black sunglasses onto the top of her head, and walked confidently to her locker. <<It's like they've never seen me in something revealing before.>> She smirked to herself, and careful hung the jacket up in her cubicle. She grabbed her books, checked her makeup again, before heading off to her first class.
"Will?" Buffy sounded panicked, but grateful to see her turn around.
"Hey, Buffy."
<<My, my, when has she dressed like that before?>> Instead, she smiled, and asked, "How are you feeling?"
"Good," Willow felt compelled to forgive her. It was probably the guilt she felt over her connections with Angelus, but she did it regardless, "Buffy, I'm sorry for spazzing. I didn't need to. I was just tired, and sick of---"
Buffy cut her off, tears of shock, sorrow, and happiness sprung to her face, "No, I'm the one that's sorry. I hurt you," She pointed to the bruises, "It's bad. I was wrong. I shouldn't have hurt you like that."
"Want to go to the Bronze tonight?" <<Something to make up for it....I'll probably never see Angelus again anyway.>> Buffy nodded, "Aftre you go patrolling or---"
"How about before?"
She agreed, "We'll go from here?"
"Good idea."
After breakfast, which was a boy he snatched on the way home, Angelus made plans with Spike, Dru, and the others that resided in the mansion.
"Are you bloody sure you want her here?" Spike questioned.
"Spikey," The other male vampire cursed, "Don't question my orders, just obey. Get your wankers together, and put a room next to mine."
Dru was upset, "That's mine, daddy."
"It's about time you shared a room with your lover," He told her firmly, yet gently, as if he was speaking to a frail child, "And, it's the only room with a window. She might like that."
Spike wheeled out of the room, yelling for his best minions to come to his aid in moving Dru's things into his room. Drusilla waltzed over to Angelus, swinging her arms around his neck. He growled, "What do you what?"
"Was she good?"
He nodded, but soothed her, "You have nothing to worry about Dru."
"Will she be my sister?" He shook his head, "Why won't you change her?"
"I like her the way she is, Babe," He pulled away from her to go make some important phone calls, "I just like her the way she is."
Willow felt odd walking into the Bronze. The last time, which was the first time in weeks, she spent it with Angelus, and this time, it was with Buffy. It wasn't new, but it felt that way all over again. <<I can feel him.....>> Her eyes roamed the crowd, to see a familiar face. <<I can't believe this. Shit.>>
Buffy didn't see him, obviously, and instead babbled about the 'good ol' days', "I can't believe how long it's been since we've just hung out together."
She nodded, as her lover's eyes met hers, "Yeah, I know." Angelus smirked at her, knowing that he could drive another wedge between Willow and Buffy tonight.
"I'll go get you a----"
"Cappuccino."
The Slayer looked surprised, "Are you sure about that?" Willow nodded, "The last time you tried coffee you had to be scraped off the ceiling."
She reassured her friend, "I'll be fine. Don't worry. Caffeine is just what I need. I've been tired lately."
"Sure." The blonde left.
It was only a few minutes after she had left that Angelus walked up behind her, kissing her softly on the top of her head, "You look fabulous, Little One."
"You better leave before Buffy gets back here," Willow searched for the Slayer, "She'll have that pretty head of yours mounted and stuffed on her wall if you're not careful."
"I'm coming back for a dance," He said, backing up to leave, "And, I will walk you home."
"How---" But he was gone, and Buffy was arriving, "Thanks," She said, after her friend put her coffee cup down in front of her, "What did you get?"
She looked into her cup, "Some sort of punch. It was the new flavour today," She grinned happily, "I had to try it. You know me."
Willow laughed, "I do........" Angelus appeared behind Buffy, "Hi."
"Who are you talking to?" She whirled around, and saw her enemy right behind her, "You begging for an early death or something?"
He chuckled, "You talk big, Slayer, but really, I have business to attend to with Little One," Her eyes went wide, "Willow, would you like to dance?"
The hacker realized she'd have to play the part well, in order to hide their relationship from Buffy. She glanced nervously at Angelus, and Buffy, and with wide eyes, she said, "Do I have to?"
Angelus nodded, "I can't kill you on the dance floor."
Shakily, she stood up, and walked, despite Buffy's loud protests, to the dance floor with her lover, "You're going to be in trouble," She laughed, trying to keep the worried look on her face, "She doesn't like this at all."
He pretended to look hurt, "You know I don't care," She nodded, as she tried to maintain a safe distance from him, "This is painful, being so close, but so damned far."
She sighed, "I know. But later will be ours."
He smirked, "It will."
"You just have to get out of here before Buffy decides to stake you," He laughed, "I'm serious. I don't want to see her kill you."
"Don't worry."
She could feel his hands slide lower, over her hips, "Um, if you put those talented hands of yours any lower, she'll spaz."
<<That could work nicely for me. If I get her angry enough, she'll leave.>> He let his hands slide further, cupping her bottom nicely, and pulled her in close to his body, "You can't deny---" He saw Buffy right next to him, "Yes, Buffster?"
"Take your filthy hands off of my best friend!"
"Jelaous, much," He rolled his eyes, carefully sliding his hands back up into a proper position, without anyone really noticing, "We're only dancing."
Buffy was angry, "Willow, what's going on?! He could hurt you!!! Don't you know that?!"
"He can't hurt me on the dance floor."
She made an anguished groan escape her lips, and then, out of exsaperation, she stalked off. He smirked behind her back, "I told you she doesn't care, Willow."
"She will be waiting for me when I get home," He started to chuckle, "What's so funny?"
"IF you get home," He replied, stealing a kiss from her tender lips. She could feel the temperature rising in the room. She pulled away from him, "Maybe we should leave?"
She shook her head, and, while acting out a shocked, surprised Willow, she said, "Buffy's back," He smirked, after seeing the Slayer perched on a table with a shocked, angry look on her face. Willow pulled back, out of his arms, "I'll see you later?"
He nodded, and let her leave. <<Good actress.>>
With her best sad and angry face, she ran to Buffy, "He, he," She sputtered, "He kissed me."
"And?!" Buffy questioned skeptically, "Did you ask him to?"
"What are you driving at?"
She sighed, "Will', I'm sorry. I should be asking if you're alright. Are yuo?" Willow nodded, pretending to still be shocked, "I'm just odd about it. First he asks you to dance, and then, he kisses you?!"
"Can we leave?" Buffy nodded, and then she tried to explain, once they were free of Angelus' prescence, or so they thought, "He dropped some flowers off in my room last night."
"When were you going to tell me?"
"I wasn't," Willow heard Buffy gasp in shock, "I knew you'd overreact, like this," Buffy told her to continue, so she did, "He called. Told me how beautiful I was. He said he'd be at the Bronze tonight to dance with me, and I didn't believe him. But, he held true to his word," She choked back a sob, and inside, she was impressed with the performance she was giving, "I'm sorry."
Buffy was taken aback with this information, "Why didn't you tell me when this was going on?"
"I couldn't," She sobbed, suddenly upset that she'd be hurt again, "I couldn't."
"Why not?"
<<Can she let this go?!>> Willow shrugged, repeating a phrase, "I knew you'd overreact."
Buffy held herself back, "How do you think I'd react when you tell me my ex has a crush on you?" The hacker remained silent, "You think I'd be overjoyed?" She shrugged, "Angel could hurt someone. I don't want it to be you. Or anyone else for that matter, but---" Willow had made a funny noise, signalling that she'd like to cut in, "What?"
"Angelus." She corrected.
"Whatever," Buffy rolled her eyes, and then averted her eyes to an empty field, where there was a high pitched shriek, "Stay right there, okay?" Willow nodded, "And, in case I disappear, promise me that you and Angel aren't involved."
<<I have to lie. She couldn't take this.>> "Have fun slaying. I'll stay right here."
Buffy nodded, and ran off, stake in her hand.
A pair of cold hands crept around Willow's body. She gasped, and tried to pull out of the strong hold on her, but with no avail. Their positions prevented her from turning to see her attacker, and as she went to scream, a hand covered her mouth.
<<He's going to take me. Take me and rape me. I'm going to die. Buffy'll find my dead, bloody body in an alley.>> Her instincts kicked in, and she started to thrash around, kicking and throwing her arms around.
The voice of the attacker filled her ear, "You want it rough tonight?"
<<Angelus.>> She went limp in his arms, knowing he wouln't hurt her yet. Then, came the feelings of embarrassment that crept from her toes all the way up, "Angelus. I'm sorry. I was just---" Her lower lip began to tremble in relief, "Oh---"
He kissed her, after spinning her to face him, "Don't be scared."
"I thought I'd be---" He kissed her again, a trademark way to sway her thoughts, "Buffy!"
he looked at her, amusement and confusion in his eyes, "Buffy?"
"Will be back in a few minutes!" She pointed to the field, "She's fighting." He smirked, "What's so funny, Angelus?"
He finished laughing, and then answered, "They're my men," She asked what he was getting at, and he replied, "I wanted to take you away early."
Before she could react, he swooped her into his arms, and said, "My place, or yours?" She pounded his back with her fists, begging him to let her down. He chuckled loudly, and commented, "Stop it, Willow, you're turning me on. I'd hate to have to have you right here."
"But, Buffy," She whined, "I promised her we weren't---"
He stopped between a group of trees, once certain that they were a safe distance away from the Slayer, "Yuo were never hers to control. She should know yuo don't belond to her---"
"Or anyone for that matter."
"I beg to differ, Little One," He brushed her long tresses past the bite on her neck, "You do belong to me."
She shook her head pugnasciously, "I don't belong to anyone," She eyed her lover suggestively, "Not even you."
He shook her gently, enough to get his point across, but not enough to hurt her, "We've fucked, you've got my bite on your neck. I'd say you belong to a vampire named Angelus."
"Oh."
He smirked, and reached out to touch her, "I'd say we're safe now," She closed her eyes when his hand made contact with her hip, "Willow......." She nodded, giving into his touch, falling into his cold embrace. Her name on his lips soothed and aroused her at the same time, "Willow....."
"Angelus......" She purred, matching his excitement, "I want you now." His hands had been pressing her body closer to his, and he was thrusting his hips gently against her.
"Little One," He teased, even though he knew she was serious, "My shy, quiet, Little One. In the middle of a park. Where vampires and demons roam."
She rolled her eyes, "Vampires. Good one."
"I tried," He shrugged comically, and then kissed her. They both broke it off with a moan. He looked deeply into her eyes, and nodded, "Right here. Right now."
"I thought you'd see it my way," She shrugged, as he removed her sweater, and his shirt. His chest pressed against the thin fabric of her dress, and by this point, his hands were under the skirt, attempting to rip her panties off somehow. Once he did that, she found herself being pressed against the trunk of a tree, "Upright?" Silently, he nodded, while she pushed the game further, and opened his pants up, freeing his huge, throbbing sex.
In a few swift movements, he entered her, as she wrapped her slender, pale legs around his beautiful form, "Willow....." Her name rubbled in his throat, "Mine."
She nodded, "Yours."
With a gleeful, exciting smile, his thrusts increased, sending her bouncing on his cock. She tried to grip him, and pump, but he seemed in total control of the situation. <<I don't care about control.....>> She thought, as the temperature rose a few degrees. <<I just want him. Sex.>>
Unaware of the two figures in the shadows in the distance, he bit into her neck, and pushed harder into her. She pulled his mouth away from her neck before he got too much blood to push him over the edge, and kissed him, as she felt her body spasm. He broke away, letting the low moan fill his ear, as he returned to the wound he created.
She felt her body go stiff, and the moan became louder, and more erotic. With her blood in his mouth, and his cock in her stiffening pussy, he came. After erupting his load into her, they mutually colapsed in the grass.
Sighing contentedly, she curled into his arms for a few minutes, "Angelus."
He nuzzled her neck, "I know."
End Part 6
"So, again," Buffy continued, "I'm sorry I left you there."
Willow shrugged it off, "Don't worry. I made it home fine. I just got nervous waiting there. I was, um," She lied," Scared Angel---"
"I'm sorry."
They walked into the library, where Cordelia and Xander were arguing, "What's up?" Willow asked casually, trying to break them up.
Cordelia shrugged, speaking to Xander, "I swear they were doing it," Buffy looked at Willow, obviously confused. However, Queen C then clarified things for them, "We saw this couple totally expressing their inner aphrodites. Xander thinks they---"
Willow, knowing what they saw, gasped, while Buffy questioned, "Sure it wasn't you two?"
Xander rolled his eyes, "I think I'd know that."
"Do you know who they were?" Willow asked, meekly.
Cordy shrugged, "No idea. Why do you care?"
"Rumour mill. I'm running it these days." Buffy smiled at her friend, wisecracking against Cordelia. <<Something's changed.>> She admitted inside, but shrugged it off easily.
Like he promised, Angelus picked her up at eight. He held a rose in his hand, "Here you go," He handed it to her, and kissed her cheek gently. She looked at him suspisciuosly, which made him ask, "What?"
"Why are you being so sweet?" She caught on, "We're going to do something i'm not going to like, right?"
The vampire nodded, "I want to tell Spike, Dru, and the others who you are to me. A threat," As he said that, his eyes glowed, "And then, I have a small surprise for you."
They walked out of the house. She held his hand. <<Angelus being sweet. This is new.>> After several minutes of silence, she questioned, "What kind of surprise?"
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise," She looked at him, definately worried, "What's wrong, Little One?" She confessed her fears to him, and afterwards he laughed,"I'm not going to eat you. I might eat you out," She yelped in embarrassment, "But, I won't eat you."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
Buffy was finished patrol, and headed to the library, to talk with Giles about the night. Her senses went tingly. <<Angel.>> Her thoughts strayed to Willow. <<Why has she been so distant lately?>>
Angelus sniffed the air, "Buffy. You better go talk with her. I'll be watching. Wherever she takes you, I'll rescue you."
She smirked at him, "Thanks. I'm sure I'll need rescuing."
"Willow," He kissed her, "Just yell."
She nodded, and walked in the direction he pointed out for her. <<Uh oh.>> She saw the Slayer perring around a bunch of trees. <<This'll be war.>> She waited until she was closer, before speaking, "Buffy?"
"Will!" The Slayer whirled around to see her best friend, "Why are you out---alone?!" Willow shrugged, and Buffy continued, "I can feel Angel here, and you, by yourself, and him, with his fuzzy feelings!"
She tried to calm her friend down, "I'm fine. I just wanted to see you."
"Oh," Buffy nodded, as thoughts and questions formed in her head, "Um, I kinda wanted to talk to you, too."
"What about?" <<Will I be able to lie?>>
"Um, well, this may be just total coincedence, but," Buffy inhaled deeply, "Why is it that I haven't seen Angel at all the past few nights, and I rarely ever see you?"
Willow gasped. That was too close. <<What do I say?!>> She shrugged, and tried to sound calm, "I wish I could tell you. Maybe he's just hiding," She cringed, knowing he wouldn't like anyone thinking that he was hiding out of fear, or anything else, "Or, waiting. Maybe he's pining away for me. Who knows."
Buffy shook her head, "He's not doing that."
"Why not?"
"Because, you're you. Oz's you. My you," Buffy pleaded, and then added, "And, you aren't really his type, besides."
Willow became angry. Angelus, who was watching from a distance, was also very angry. The hacker countered, "Are you the one he's sending roses to?"
"Do you want him to?"
"I never said that," She retorted, "But, admit it, you're a little jealous, aren't you?" Buffy nodded mutely, "Told ya so. I don't think he's going to hurt me. He only wants to see you suffer. I think," <<How do I know this??>> "So, maybe if we just try to forget about it, and you don't let him see how bad this is for you, he'll go away." <<Doubt it. But, it's worth a try.>>
Buffy shrugged, "Maybe," There was a fledgling approaching quickly, "Um, wait here?"
"I'll go home."
"Be careful?"
"I have my cross," Willow disappeared iinto the darkness, searching for Angelus. She found him crouched by their trees, a smirk plastered on his face, "You do just want to see her hurt, don't you?" When he didn't respond, she continued, "You're just using me! Aren't you?!" She lunged at him, pounding his solid chest with her closed fists, "Answer me, damnit!"
He grabbed her wrists, "Willow, you know how I feel about you," He pushed against her, while sliding her arms around his waist, "You're in my blood, and I can't get you out. I don't want to. Do you understand how much you mean to me?" She shook her head, "I need you. I can't even enjoy killing people the way I used to. That hurts, but if it's to be with you, I don't care."
Tears slid down her face. He tried to kiss them away, but she spoke, "Really?" He nodded, and when she looked into his dark eyes, and knew the truth, she let him kiss her worries away. He made her tears cease, and a smile appear on her face instead, "You going to show me my surprise now?"
He chuckled, "In a while. I have to threaten the clan first."
They walked through the trees, Willow clinging onto Angelus' hand as he pulled her through the maze of forest. When she saw the huge mansion as they approached, panic filled her mind and heart, but his prescense pulled her through it, "Are you sure you're not going to kill me?"
He nodded, "I'm sure," They walked through the patio, "Why haven't I done it already, if I was going to?" She was stumped, and couldn't think of a reason, "See?
"Okay," She squeezed his hand, "I'll believe you."
"Good," He led them into the house, where he loudly called out for everyone to come into the main room. Spike wheeled in, with Drusilla in his lap, while the minions trudged up from the basement, "See Willow Rosenburg?" Everyone nodded, "Don't touch her."
"Daddy?" Drusilla started, but a sharp glare from the demon sent her back into silence.
"Any of you," He stared more at the fledglings, "Even smell her blood, I'll kill you. Slowly, painfully, brutally. No dignity in that kind of death, Children," They all nodded, and he dismissed them, "Go have fun tonight."
When all were gone but the vampiric couple, Willow managed to relax slightly. Angelus wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, while she tried to start a conversation, "So......"
Spike smirked, "So."
Drusilla didn't catch on, "Spike, I'm going to go out and pick daisies. Would you like dinner?"
"I guess so, Pet, be careful," When the Princess left, Spike question, "Did you show her her surprise yet?" Angelus shook his head, and then Spike spoke to Willow, "I think you'll like it, but if you ask me, Angel is getting soft."
As the vampire wheeled off, Angelus growled, "Someday, I'll kill Sit 'n' Spin," Willow giggled at his snide remark, and then he said, "Ready for yuor surprise?" She nodded eagerly, "Then, close your eyes."
She whined, "Why?!"
"Trust me," he kissed her lightly, and then, with a heavy sigh, she closed her eyes, "Good girl," With his strong arms, he picked her up, and headed up the stairs. Anticipation lingered in the air, as he jumped up the last few steps at once, and then set her down lightly in front of the door. he pushed the door open, led her inside, and said cheerfully, "Open your eyes."
She looked around the room and gasped.
End Part 7