"SPIKE!" she howled. "Let go of me!"
"Sorry, love, I have to play a long for a little while, you'll understand
soon," he whispered against her hair as he carried her back down the hall
towards his sire's room.
"What are you talking about!?" she yelled. "PUT ME DOWN!"
With a flourish he dropped her next to a very cranky Angelus. The
dark-haired vampire rubbed the back of his head gingerly.
"That wasn't very polite, lover," Angelus growled.
"Piss off," she snarled, snatching at the covers.
Spike grinned at the little redhead. She had chutzpah, this one.
"I know what you're trying to do, Willow," Angelus purred against her neck,
licking intricate patterns over her jugular. "You think if you irritate
me
enough I'll either kill you or let you go. Well, that's not going to work.
Your fire is one of the things I love best about you. When it's more
appropriately directed."
He rose, pulling on his leather pants and shrugging into a shirt. He prowled
menacingly back to the bed.
"You will accept your place in my life and in my bed," he growled, twisting
his fingers in her hair and pulling her to his face. "You will obey me.
You
will do what I say, when I say. And you will enjoy every moment of it.
Whether you knew it or not, you brought this life on yourself. Now you
might
as well take pleasure in it."
She bit her lips and blinked back the tears that threatened to spill. She
wouldn't let him see her cry. Her eyes darted to Spike's face. He looked
pained and tense. He hated to see his sire treat her this way, even if
it
was for her own good — to break her.
Angelus shrugged into his coat. "I'm famished. I'm going out for a bite,
when I come back, I expect to find a much more receptive Willow waiting
for
me. Spikey, will you join me?"
Spike looked back and forth between his sire and Willow.
"Um, yeah," he nodded hesitantly. He walked out of the bedroom door. Angelus
grabbed Willow's clothes and walked to the doorway.
"Just in case you get any ideas," he grinned. 'I doubt you'd go runnig
through the streets of San Francisco dressed in a sheet. Have a nice nap,
lover."
He shut the door behind him, she could hear the lock tumble into place.
The
house went silent.
And she allowed the tears to flow.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When she woke up, cool hands were wiping at her hot tear-streaked cheeks.
"Mom?" she croaked.
"No, silly," a soft voice crooned. "You're here to be my new mother. Not
the
other way around."
Willow's eyes snapped open. Drusilla was sitting on the edge of her bed,
wiping her cheeks with a cool cloth.
"Hello," Willow said.
"Hello," Dru grinned widely. "Can I call you, mummy?"
"How about Willow at first, then after a while you can call me mummy."
"Alright then," she nodded happily. "I just came in to keep you company.
I
could hear you cry through the walls. Daddy made you awfully upset, didn't
he? He does that sometimes, but he always, always makes up for it."
Willow nodded.
"Would you like to come and have tea with Miss Edith sometime?" she asked.
"Miss Edith makes awfully good cakes."
"Sometime," Willow nodded, brushing a stray curl back from Dru's forehead.
SHe was surprised at how familiar the dark-haired vampiress seemed. She
wanted nothing more than to brush her hair and let her chatter on for hours.
Of course, that was probably because she seemed the least threatening of
her
surroundings.
"Goodie!" Dru clapped happily. "I have to go, Miss Edith says Daddy will
be
home soon. I have to lock the door agains or he'll awfully angry."
"No, Dru, please don't-" she heard Dru turned the lock.
"Lock it." she groaned.