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"Angelus," the vampiric doorman grinned. "Welcome back."

"Robert," Angelus laughed.

"You haven't been here in ages. And I see you've brought us a lovely new
toy," Robert said, practically slobbering all over himself as his eyes raked
over Willow's form.

"I'm afraid this one is mine and mine alone," Angelus grinned. Though
Angelus had a possessive arm around Willow, she clutched Spike's fingers
behind her back.

"You'll be fine, love," he whispered to her in tones she could barely hear.
"Do everything you're told with the sweetest of smiles. Call Angelus
'master.'Only speak when spoken to. And try not to look too surprised at
anything you see, just pretend as if it's a walk through the park. I'll be
right here for you."

Willow squeezed his fingers as Angelus led her into the club. Willow wasn't
surprised to see the club was cloaked in black, black tiles, black walls,
black leather chairs and couches. What was suprising were the series of
small stages throughout the main room. Each one held a different tableau of
domination and submission acted out by performers.

Angelus led her proudly around the club, displaying her obviously to the
other demonic clubbers. The inhabitants of the other tables leered at the
fresh young redhead, envying Angelus' good taste.

Willow tried not to stare at the displays onstage. One stage held a male
human slave tied to a rack with two blonde leather-clad vampires taking
turns draining his blood from tiny bites. Another held a chaos demon who
obviously got off on garotting his partner.

"Like what you see, lover?" Angelus asked

"A tad passe actually," Willow yawned. "We had this sort of thing at
Sunnydale High's last Homecoming dance."

Angelus chuckled. This was the woman he wanted with him for eternity. Full
of fire and quick wit. He only hoped he could keep her in this good mood.

They sat at an empty table near the main stage. A waitress appeared quickly.
Willow instantly pitiedthe poor creature, she looked as if she was worked
half to death. Her skin was littered with bite marks. Her slave bracelets
practically hung from her skinny arms.

"How can I serve you?" she asked, practically trembling.

"Tequila," Angelus growled. "Your best. And for you, Willow?"

Willow's jaw dropped. She could make a decision on her own?

"A glass of wine?" she said, her tone more of a question. "Red."

"Of course," the waitress nodded. She rushed off eager to avoid Angelus'
fabled wrath.

A tall Asian vampire appraoched their table.

"Angelus!" the vampire grinned. Angelus nodded his head coolly.

"Gregory," he said, looking rather bored.

"I see you've found yourself a new pet," Gregory said, obviously appraising
Willow's form. "She's even more fuckable than the last one."

Willow bit her lip, keeping her eyes down. What she wanted to do was hurl a
chair at the smug jackass. Spike reached under the table and squeezed
Willow's knee reassuringly. Angelus kept his eyes trained on Gregory, trying
to decide between dismembering Gregory or beheading him.

"How would you feel about a trade?" Gregory asked, indicating his table,
which was occupied by a luscious blonde, who looked a "lived in."

"A few hours with your new plaything for a few hours with mine," Gregory
grinned. "I'll teached her a few new tricks."

Angelus smirked and stood, winking at Gregory's concubine.

"I wouldn't give a two cents to bed down with your scabby little whore," he
said in a voice so pleasant it gave Willow gooseflesh. "And if I catch you even
looking at what's mine, I'll personally rip off your testicles and shove
them down your throat."

Gregory nearly swallowed his tongue. He had obviously overstepped his
charm's limitations. He nodded and backed away slowly.

Their waitress returned with their drinks, a bowl of limes and a salt
shaker. Angelus grinned happily as he poured himself a shot of tequila.

"I suppose now you're going to show her your favorite trick," Spike rolled
his eyes.

"Absolutely," Angelus grinned.

"What's your favorite trick?" Willow asked. "And does it involve me bleeding
in any way?"

"Just wait," Angelus purred, licking the hollow of her throat with a
flourish. Willow knew he was putting on a show for Gregory and all the other
vampires. It burned her that she was being used for their enjoyment.

Angelus sprinkled salt over the moistened flesh. He tilted her chin back,
giving him access to her throat. He plucked a lime from the bowl and placed
it between her lips.

His tongue lashed over her salted skin. She moaned. He downed the fiery
liquor, savoring the way it burnt down his throat. Then he crushed her mouth
against his, letting the sweet, tangy juice flow over his lips. He sucked
the pulp from her mouth, holding the rind between his grinning teeth.

She lifted her head back up. "That was interesting."

"Well, it should be," Spike grumbled. "He's been perfecting that bloody
trick for decades."

Willow giggled, sipping her wine.

"Awww, is little Spikey jealous?" Angelus grinned. Spike's blood bubbled
with contempt for his sire. If only Angelus knew...

"The show is starting," Spike muttered, nodding his head toward the stage.
Willow watched as two leather-clad dominatrices led a petite redhead out
onto the stage. She was bound but not gagged. The minions tied her arms
above her head on a rack. She looked terrified.

Willow was guessing it wasn't part of the act. Anxiety pitted at the bottom
of her stomach. She knew exactly what the girl was in for. A tall
dark-haired vampire swaggered onto the stage. The crowd quieted, eager for a
show.

The vampire tilted the trembling redhead's chin back, snaking his tongue
along her jaw. She cried out in terror. Her eyes searching the crowd for
help.  Willow squeezed her eyes shut. Angelus gripped her jaw.

"Open them, now," he hissed. "Watch."

She whimpered as she watch the girl writhe in fear. The vampire withdrew a
large dagger from his belt and cut a long stripe down the girl's back. The
girl screamed in pain. Willow bit her lip so hard it bled. The coppery tang
filled her senses as she watched the horrible scene before her. Angelus was
taking it in with great interest, as if the works of Shakespeare were being
performed just for him. Spike just looked uncomfortable.

The performing vampire licked the blood seeping from the girls wound as he
made another and another. Soon her back was a patchwork of slices. The girl
passed out as three or four vampires from the crowd, fledglings all of them,
came up on stage and took part in the blood feast. The crowd cheered as they
drained her dry.

Willow used the distraction to excuse herself. She bolted towards the
restrooms. Angelus grinned as he watched her run.

"She shouldn't have seen that," Spike muttered.

"She'll learn." Angelus sighed. "Drink with me, Spike. To my new conquest, a
challenge like no other."

Spike snorted indigantly as he threw back a shot of tequila.

"Now go check up on your mum," Angelus commanded. Spike rose from the chair,
clinking his glass on the table. He went to the less than crowded vestibule
holding the restrooms and found Willow alone and sobbing, bathed in
blood-red light from an exit sign.

"There there, now, love," he whispered, taking her in his arms. "Stop the
tears now. Angelus can't see this. You can't show weakness, not when you've
come so far with him."

He held her face between the palms of his hands, smoothing away her tears
with his thumbs.

"That poor girl," Willow whimpered.

"One of many you've seen killed since you discovered our little culture,"
Spike said. "And certainly not the last. So buck up, you're better than this,
stronger. Be the Willow I know."

"Spike," she hiccuped. "I-"

He stopped her mouth with a gentle but claiming kiss. His tongue invaded
her, demanding response. He sucked at the wound on her lip, relishing her
sweet taste.

"Come back to the table, love," he said. "We'll talk later."

"Damn right we will," Willow gasped.
 
 

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