Part 1
Willow walked down the street from the Magic Box, heading back to the
dorm where she stayed with Tara. She hated walking alone at night,
but everyone was busy. She had had to call it a night because she
had an exam tomorrow in her first class and she wanted to study for
it a little.
Willow had just started up the stairs to her dorm when she heard a
noise behind her. Pulling her cross out of her jacket pocket she
turned around. Not seeing anything, she shrugged and reached for the
door. Everything went black.
~~~~~~
Magic Box
Spike looked up from the book he was being forced to read. Looking
around the room he realized Willow wasn't there. "Where's Red?"
"She had to leave to study for a test tomorrow." Buffy didn't even
look up from what she was doing.
"What?" Spike yelled, jumping to his feet. "You just let her walk
around alone?"
Spike grabbed his duster and started for the door. If anything
happened to the redhead, he knew he would pay for it. His Sire had
told him to make sure that nothing happened to her and here he was,
sitting in the room with the bane of his existence, and the one he
was supposed to be watching wasn't even here.
"Why so worried, Spike?" Anya questioned.
"Tell me what you're researching?" Spike snarled.
"Vampires," Anya said.
"Right," Spike pulled the door open. "As in, there are more than
there are supposed to be."
"Oh, no." Xander moaned. "Let's go, Fangless."
Spike nodded, and the two of them started running toward the campus.
As they got close to Willow's dorm, Spike stopped and pulled Xander
to a halt. Spike shifted to his demon and sniffed the air.
"Come on," Spike pulled Xander over to the door. "Bloody hell, he is
going to stake me!"
Xander leaned down and picked up the bag that was laying on the
steps. "This is Willow's bag and her computer's in here."
"She wouldn't have just left that, Mate," Spike said, with hesitation
in his voice.
"Let's see if she made it to her room." Xander walked into the
building.
Why does this always happen to me? It hadn't been hard to get into
the group to keep an eye on the red head. All it had taken was that
damned chip, which he was glad was finally gone. Angel had found
someone to remove it, and Spike had come back to do what he was
supposed to do. And now, he had lost Willow. Angel was not going to
be pleased about that.
What his Sire would do when he had to report this? Angel had made
all kinds of threats if something was to happen to her. Ranging from
staking him to beating the flesh off his back. Right now Spike would
welcome the staking, that way he wouldn't have to worry about what
had happened to the tiny girl.
Spike didn't want to examine his feelings for the red head to close
right now. Angel had made it clear that she was his. Spike might be
headstrong and impatient, but he wasn't stupid. And trying to take
the woman his Sire wanted was just plain stupid.
"Tara," Xander called as he knocked on the witches' door.
"Yes?" Tara opened the door a crack.
"Please tell me Willow is in there," Xander pleaded.
"No, she hasn't made it back yet."
"Damn it," Spike snarled.
~~~~~~
The Master's lair under Sunnydale
Willow pulled herself through the fog that she was in, trying to
figure out what had happened. The last thing she remembered was
reaching for the door to her dorm. Now, her head hurt. What
happened to me? She tried to bring her hand to her head, and
realized that she couldn't move her hands.
Willow opened her eyes. She found herself standing in a cavern-like
room. Her arms were pulled over her head and chained to what looked
like a meat hook in the ceiling. She was pulled up so tight that her
toes were the only thing holding her up. She tried to look around,
but the chains wouldn't move with her.
"This is not good," she murmured.
She felt a breeze and realized that her clothes were gone. She could
feel herself blush at the thought of being chained nude to the
ceiling. Who would do this? Why did they want her?
"I see you are awake," a voice sneered from behind her.
Willow tried to turn her head to see who had spoken, but the chains
pulled on her arms. She bit back a cry of pain. She didn't want to
show any weakness in front of whoever was holding her.
"What do you want with me?" She didn't know how long she had been
here, but she knew her friends would be looking for her. She just
hoped she could hold out that long. Her arms felt like they were
being ripped from her shoulders.
The first sharp sting of pain caused her to cry out softly, and her
captor to laugh. She braced herself for more in hopes that she would
be able to deny her captor the pleasure of her screams. After ten
blows from the whip, she had tears streaming down her cheeks, but she
had managed to hold back any more cries of pain.
"First off," her captor growled, walking around in front of
her. "You are in no position to demand anything from me."
Willow stared into the face of a vampire and knew that she wasn't
going to get out of this alive. There was no way her friends could
find her in time to save her. She searched her brain for a spell
that could help her, but she couldn't seem to remember any.
When the vampire reached out and pinched her nipple hard, twisting
it, while smiling at her, Willow cried out again.
"We are going to have so much fun with you."
Willow realized what he was talking about and wanted to crawl inside
herself. She didn't know if she could handle what the vampire was
going to do. She felt his nails as they scraped down her stomach,
drawing blood. He reached her mound, then he roughly shoved two
fingers into her.
"So tight," he moaned. "And warm."
"Please, don't do this." Willow heard herself beg. She was slowly
falling inside herself. She didn't want to feel what was going to
happen. She envisioned her safe place and pulled herself into it.
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Angel's
Angel sat in his room. It was the only place he could go that the
gang hadn't been able to get to and liven it up. He had said it
earlier, "Atonement's a bitch." But he didn't know how much he would
be able to stand before he blew up at them. He understood that he
had hurt them, but he had been trying to protect them. He knew his
sire. She would go after anyone he was close too.
And now, he had to put up with Wesley and his attitude that Angel was
nothing but dirt under his feet. What right did Wesley have treating
him like a child? He was 249, for Gods sake. He wasn't some child
who could be punished for his misdeeds. Did Wesley really think that
Angel would listen to anything he had to say.
He had been walking this earth long enough to know right from wrong.
And nothing Wesley told him could ever make a difference.
And Cordelia. All she cared about were her clothes. Angel had
thought after she had been hospitalized with the visions that she had
changed. Maybe he had just wanted to believe that she wasn't the
same shallow person that she had been in Sunnydale. But, it seemed
that he had been wrong. She was his friend again. All it had taken
was him to go out and buy her a bunch of clothes.
Now he had Wesley mad at him again. He guessed he should care more,
but he didn't. He was supposed to be working for them, but they have
moved back into his home. And he was the one paying the bills
again. Maybe it would have been better if he had just left things as
they were. Did he really need them?
Angel was pulled out of his thoughts by the ringing of the phone.
Angel reached over and grabbed the phone on the second ring. "Hello?"
"Sire."
At the sound of his childe's voice, Angel sat up straight. Something
was wrong if Spike was calling him now. This wasn't the time he was
supposed to call. "Spike, what's wrong?"
"You're not going to like it."
"Just tell me what is wrong," Angel growled.
"Someone has Red."
"You better be telling me you're joking, boy," Angel snarled.