~Part 1~

Willow knelt down nervously, the empty classroom seeming to close in around her as Anya carefully arranged the last of the various coloured powders which rested on the floor between them.

Willow wondered briefly at the wisdom of what she was about to do, but resolutely cast her doubts aside.  [Boring old Willow might not be up for
some spell-casting, but New Willow is.  Definitely.  I mean, it's just one little spell.]  "So how does the spell work?" she asked nervously, wondering
what exactly she was getting herself into.

Anya looked up, an expression of vague irritation on her face.  "We both call on Eryishon, the Endless One, offer up the standard supplication, then
there's a teensy temporal fold.  I pour the sacred sand on the representation of the necklace, and Eryishon brings it forth from the time and place it was lost.

[Wow, we are calling on the Endless One.  A bit more interesting than levitating pencils!] Willow thought smugly.  Smiling, she muttered "Cool" before getting herself settled comfortably as Anya began.

"Eryishon. K'shala. Meh-uhn.

Willow took a deep breath and struggled to keep her voice steady as she responded. "D'iprecht. Doh-tehenlo nu-Eryishon."

Anya picked up the bottle of sand , and said "The child to the mother", waiting for Willow to take her turn and reply, smiling as the redhead added
"The river to the sea".

Willow could feel the magical energies building in he room, and at Anya's final words, "Eryishon, hear my prayer," a blast of pure power filled the
room.

A mosaic of images filled Willow's mind; Anya strangling Giles, herself and Xander as vampires, the missing necklace, a savage-looking Buffy staking
Xander, herself impaled on a piece of broken wood, the Master grabbing Buffy.  Willow felt sand touching her fingers before the images blurred too
fast for her to register, then there was a bone shaking jolt and she felt her stomach drop, as if she were on a roller-coaster, then everything went
black.

Her first thoughts as she slowly re-awakened were: [No more magic for me. Those dark arts are just a bit too dark].  Struggling to open her eyes,
Willow looked at her hazy surroundings in confusion.  [I was in a classroom. Chairs.  Tables.  Definitely no bars.  Maybe I'm dreaming?]  Blinking
quickly, Willow realised to her horror that the images around her were growing sharper rather than fading away.  Xander standing next to her prone
form, his boots next to her face.  [Why is Xander holding a whip?  Why are we in a cage?  And why is he wearing leather pants?]

The Xander-lookalike above her grinned in what was undeniably an evil way, and Willow realised that the last part of her mental conversation had
unfortunately been spoken aloud.

"Don't you like them?" Xander asked in a hurt tone.  "I guess I could always just take them off."  He fingered the front of his trousers suggestively
then gave Willow a leer that had her scrambling across the floor away from him, only to back into a large, unmoving object.  An unmoving object that winced when Willow leant back against it.

Turning her head slowly, Willow's confused green eyes met a pair of troubled brown eyes.  "Angel?" Willow asked with a gasp, before her eyes dropped down and registered the complete lack of any clothing on the usually well-dressed vampire.  [Wow, this is one weird dream,] Willow decided before wondering whether it really was a dream.  [Is this real?  Oh my god, weird Xander and naked Angel!]

"Angel!" she blurted out in horror, her face flushing as she quickly averted her eyes.  [What next?] she wondered almost abstractly.  Could things get any moe bizarre?

Only to have her question answered as the Master entered through the cage's open door, taking in the tableau before him.

"Well, well, well.  What do we have here," he asked huskily, before Willow's mind decided enough was enough, and the redhead fainted, a surprised Angel catching her body as it slumped against him.

Xander watched the souled vampire with disinterest as he turned to his Sire. "I think Amy's being playing with portals again.  Wills and I were having
a bit of fun with Puppy, next thing I know Wills was gone and that" and with a casual wave he indicated the unconscious redhead "appeared instead."

"Hmmm," said the Master, considering the possibilities.  "A human Willow, and a virgin by the smell of her.  This could be fun."

The two vampires exchanged a smile, then the Master had another thought. "But we can't have Willow roaming around in some other dimension.  Not after all the trouble she caused last time.  Send someone to get Amy so we can get our Willow back."

"And this one?" Xander asked with a coy look.

"Play with her all you like," said the Master magnanimously.  "But don't kill her - or turn her."  He laughed softly at Xander's disappointed look,
and pulled the younger vampire into a punishing kiss.  Pulling his mouth away the Master smiled at Xander's contented purr, and told him firmly, "We
don't want to do anything to damage the portal reversal until we've spoken to Amy."

Nodding his agreement, Xander watched his Sire leave then quickly instructed a minion to locate Amy and bring her at once.  Then he turned to the couple still huddled on the floor of the cell.  "Look Puppy, we've got you a new playmate," he said in a friendly tone, enjoying the look of torment on the souled vampire's face.  "Why don't we wake her up so we can get started, hmmmm?"

And with that Xander stalked across the room, pulled the limp form of Willow from Angel's arms and slapped her hard across the face.
 

~Part 2~

Angel winced as the limp girl in his arms banged against him from the force of Xander's blow.  He had a throbbing ache in his side; it felt like at least a couple of ribs were broken, and his collarbone was probably fractured as well.  He moved the girl in his arms slightly so she wasn't leaning on his sore side, and waited to see what Xander would do next.

He felt apathetic about current events, and he knew that it was mainly because it had been so long since he had fed.  It was taking days for his
bones to heal up lately - injuries that once would have mended themselves in a matter of hours.  Angel knew that soon Xander and Willow would tire of their games and kill him; it was just a question of when, and after several months of almost daily torture sessions from the relentless pair Angel couldn't really find the energy to dread his impending end.

But now, well, something unexpected.  The girl in the arms might be the mirror image of Willow, but it was not her.  A warm, human girl, brought
here as the result of some magic no doubt.  Amy and Willow had started to study magic in depth, strongly encouraged by the Master to develop their skills, and the pair had spent a lot of time exploring portals.  They had managed to open portals inside the strongholds of the human resistors, and while they couldn't go through the portal without an invitation they could certainly throw in a hand grenade or two.

Willow loved to tell these stories to Angel, to watch his despair as she described in graphic detail the deaths of the few humans who continued to
resist the Master's rule.  She was a true vampire, Angel mused, one who enjoyed the subtle pleasure of emotional torment as much as the more
immediately gratifying torture usually preferred by fledglings.  It was very rare for a vampire turned only a few years to have such interests, and one reason Willow was such a favourite with the Master was that she was undoubtedly an unusual vampire - which meant that her human form was
probably also an unusual girl.  A girl who knew his name.

Angel ruthlessly crushed the feelings of sympathy he felt rising in him for this human, who despite her physical resemblance to Willow was clearly an
innocent.  He had a pretty good idea what her fate was going to be, and the less emotionally involved he was the better.

All of these thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, during which time he kept his eyes surreptitiously focused on Xander's face, trying to
predict what the young vampire's next move would be.  He heard the girl in his arms give a small groan as her hand slowly rose to touch the mark on her face left by Xander's slap, then she stirred and tried to sit up.  Xander smiled and bent down, easily lifted the redhead into his arms and moved
across the room to the only chair.  He sat down with the slowly waking girl held comfortably in his arms.

Willow opened her eyes to see Xander looking down at her.  "Xan!" she cried in relief, throwing her arms around his neck as she snuggled closer.  She was just about to tell her friend of her strange dream when she realised that the body she was pressed against felt a little cool - and that Xander was wearing leather trousers.

"Xander?" she asked, her voice almost a sob as she pulled back to look at her friend, his smiling brown eyes so well known to her.  From the corner of her eye she could see Angel crouched on the floor, completely nude, his body covered in a mosaic of burns, bruises and cuts.

An involuntary sob crossed her lips as she forced herself to realise that it had not been a dream.  Whatever spell Anya had done, this was the result. Her mind tried to make some sense of what was going on, but Xander's arms tightening around her waist made her realise that she had better concentrate on getting out of this mess alive, and worry about the magic later.

"Poor Puppy", crooned a familiar voice in her ear.  "He looks a bit, well, a bit used, doesn't he?"

The vampire pulled Willow around so she was looking into his face, delighting in the aroma of fear that wafted up to him as the redhead shivered in his arms.  Willow had been turned before him, so he'd never really had a chance to enjoy her fully in her human form.  [Hmm, a second chance,] he mused, his mind idly wondering how best to enjoy this wonderful opportunity.

Looking at Angel, who was trying without much success to keep his expression neutral, Xander grinned, deliberately showing the human a bit of fang so that she jerked in his arms.  Xander immediately rubbed her bottom against him, letting her feel his erection and watched in amusement as her face went bright red.

"Don't worry Wills," he murmured playfully, "all in good time," and with that he carried the now ashen face girl across the room to drop her with a
thud next to Angel.

"Look Puppy," he said softly, "a snack."  Xander grabbed a handful of Willow's hair and bent her head back, baring her throat to the hungry gaze
of the older vampire.

Angel struggled to maintain his human face.  This was a favourite game of the pair, to beat him and torture him for days without letting him feed,
until he was half crazed with hunger, then to bring a human to him and demand that he feed.  To his shame, he usually did.  And while he was
careful never to drain them, his tormentors made sure those humans never left the cage alive.

Looking into the girl's frightened green eyes, Angel steeled himself to once again try to fight his own nature.

Xander snickered as he saw the familiar expression on Angel's face.  "Now, now, Puppy, we don't have time for that today.  I've got lots of good stuff planned and I don't want to waste time on this.  Come on now, you need your strength, just have a quick sip."

Angel kept his gaze on the floor, resolutely ignoring both his captor's mocking gaze and the sight of the girl's tempting neck.

Xander gave a dramatic sigh.  "Well, OK, I guess that means I'll have to bite her.  And you know what a messy eater I am.  And with such a tasty
morsel, who knows if one sip will be enough for me."  Xander smiled at the girl's moan and easily held her still as she started belatedly to struggle
against his restraining arms.

Willow looked frantically from Xander to Angel, trying to work out what she should do.  Making the instant decision that souled Angel had to be the best bet, even as a prisoner, she turned to him and said as steadily as she could manage, "Angel, please, just do it.  I trust you to be careful."

Angel looked at the girl in surprise.  She trusted him?  And since she must have understood their conversation, she seemed to know he was a vampire.  He felt his curiosity aroused despite himself, as he watched Xander suggestively lick the girl's throat.

"Last chance Soul Boy," Xander muttered, enjoying the delicious taste of the girl's skin.  Maybe he should just bite her himself, he decided, when the decision was taken from his hands as Angel moved forward to take Willow's head in his hand, tilt her head back and sink his fangs delicately into her neck.

Angel felt the wonderful, forbidden pleasure of warm skin against his lips, his teeth sinking through flesh then the ultimate reward, rich warm blood
filling his mouth.  And not just any blood; this girl was a virgin, and a witch, and the combination of innocence and power in her blood was intoxicating.  He had tasted vampire Willow's blood before, and it tasted nothing like this; nothing he had ever tasted, vampire or human, had been
this good.

He had to force himself to pull back, careful not to allow himself the luxury of a final lick of the still seeping wounds.  He tried to maintain his calm expression; he knew this was going to be bad enough without giving Xander any additional weapons to use against him.  Thank heavens that Willow
was not here; she was without question the more malicious of the two, and she would no doubt have already noticed Angel's interest in the girl,
however much he tried to disguise it.

But even as he formed these thoughts his mind was aware of another sensation; of the blood in his veins working its miracles as his wounded flesh became whole again, and he found himself aware that this time the blood had not been stolen but freely given, given by a girl who knew his name and his nature and still dared to say she trusted him.

"Well," said Xander in a goofy voice that sent chills done the older vampire's spine, "now that we've all been introduced, let's have a bit of fun!"
 

~Part 3~

Willow looked into the face of her best friend, and felt as if her worst nightmares had come true as she saw the demon lurking behind that seemingly
friendly gaze.  She cast a quick glance over at Angel, noting that a lot of his cuts and bruises seemed to have disappeared, and wondered if there were any way that the pair of them could manage to escape.  After all, it was two against one.

Xander watched his captive examining Puppy, and read the fragile hope in her eyes.  [This is just too good] he thought gleefully.  Rising to his feet
swiftly, he picked up the still weakened Angel by his hair and dragged him to the far wall, where a number of manacles were cemented into the wall just above head height.

Angel made a half-hearted effort to struggle, which earnt him a punishing punch to the kidneys from Xander's free hand.  As Angel struggled to remain on his feet he was slammed face first into the wall, and he felt his arms being raised above him one at a time and fastened into the manacles.  He tried to maintain his composure, but it was hard.  He knew what was coming next, and however many times he was tortured it never got any easier.  Not just the pain, but the ignominy of being bested by a mere fledge; it revolted both soul and demon.

Xander smiled in appreciation of the sight before him, a master vampire chained to the wall, his back once again smooth, unmarked except for the
tattoo, just waiting for Xander to exercise his creative talents.  The vampire looked thoughtfully at the human girl who was still sitting on the floor, struggling to fight back her sobs as her supposed rescuer was chained to the wall.  He could smell the hint of tears from across the room.

"Don't worry Wills, I haven't forgotten about you.  Come over here," he asked softly.  When there was no response from the redhead he stalked over to where she was sitting and kicked her hard in the ribs, listening to the familiar sound of bones crunching as Willow screamed.  He gave her his goofy grin.  "When I ask you to do something, you should just do it.  OK?"

Willow hurriedly nodded as she held an arm protectively over her damaged ribs, every breath sending a bolt of red hot pain through her.

Xander walked back to his position next to Angel and beckoned for Willow to join him, which she quickly did, fighting against the nausea that the sudden movement caused.  Her neck was throbbing and she felt light-headed; the agony of her ribs like a pulse beat of pain through her body.

"Here's the thing," he continued casually.  "Normally Willow, well my Willow, and I play with Puppy together.  It's like a bonding thing.  It just
wouldn't seem right to play with him all by myself.  So I figure you can help out."

Willow looked at him blankly, struggling to focus on his conversation and not on the damage done to her body.  Xander sighed in amusement.  "You know, aren't you meant to be the smart one?" he said with a grin.  He walked over to a chest and flung the lid open, rummaging through the contents before returning to Willow with a short whip in his hands.  "Now this can be tricky at first.  Just watch me."

Xander turned to face Angel, and the whip whistled thought the air as the tip sliced the vampire's back, leaving a thick red welt in its wake.  Angel
flinched slightly  as the whip struck him, but made no sound.

Willow felt her stomach turn as she realised what Xander wanted from her. "I'm not going to whip him," she said flatly.

Xander pouted, and casually struck Angel again, this time from a different angle to form a "X" on the vampire's back.

He paused for a moment to admire the effect, then turned to his unwilling apprentice.  "Really?  I guess I'll have to find something else to amuse me
then.  Hey, I know," he said with a cold look, "let's slice off all his fingers!"

Willow looked into the face before her, so well-known and well-loved, and knew he was serious.  "It would sure hurt a lot less to have you taking a
few turns at him with a whip.  But if you don't care about poor Angel's suffering, if you don't want to try to help him..." Xander let his voice trail off.  This was really fun!

Willow looked down at the whip in Xander's hand, and over at the silent Angel.

"Can I talk to Angel first?" Willow asked hesitantly.  She knew she didn't have much choice, but she needed to know if Angel had any ideas about what they - or rather she - should do.

"Sure," said Xander magnanimously, watching as the girl walked over to stand beside the chained figure.  Willow moved slowly, each step reminding her of the pain in her side.  Halting beside Angel, she had no idea what to say to him.  As she stood there struggling for words, Angel turned his head and looked at her tear stained face.

"Just do what he says," Angel told her quietly.

"I don't want to hurt you," Willow said softly back, seeing the hopeless expression on his face.  She suddenly realised that this Angel had given up;
he had no more strength left to fight.  He was just waiting to die.

Angel looked at the slight form before him, his mark on her neck still slowly leaking blood, her unnatural posture telling him about her injured ribs even if he hadn't heard her bones cracking.  He wished he could do something to prevent what was about to happen, but he knew from bitter
experience that he could not.

"Don't worry about me, worry about yourself," was his curt reply, and he turned his face away.

Taken aback by his act of rejection, Willow frowned before moving back to stand next to Xander.  He reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, then handed her the whip, taking a step back to give her plenty of room.

"Start off slow," he advised as he watched the girl hold the whip loosely in her hand.  "Tighten up your grip, give him a nice hard whack.  Come one," he urged, and finally the redhead lifted the whip in her hand and brought in down on the vampire's back, gasping in pain as the movement aggravated her injuries.

Xander snorted.  "C'mon, that didn't even leave a mark."  Walking over to the redhead he grabbed her around the waist embracing her tightly as he
squeezed on her ribs.  Willow screamed at the pain, and fell to the floor as Xander released her.

"Put some effort into it, " he advised coldly, and Willow wiped the tears from her eyes and struggled to her feet.  Holding the whip tightly, she
turned suddenly and brought it down across Xander's face, and at his roar of outrage she raced for the door to the cage, which was still open.

The door was almost within arm's reach when she felt an arm whip around her throat, pulling her back against a cold, hard body.

"You bitch," a voice snarled in her ear.  "You want to play rough?  You came to the right place."  And with that Xander used his free hand to
systematically rip off Willow's clothing, before pushing her naked body towards the wall nest to Angel, where she found herself manacled in a
similar position, facing the wall.

Xander was surveying the tempting sight in front of him when he heard footsteps approaching, and turned to see Amy stroll into the cage.  "Mmm,
this looks like fun," she purred, leaning over to lick at the few drops of blood that the whip had left on Xander's face.

Xander gave the witch a rough kiss before biting playfully at her shoulder, then told her, "We need to have a talk."  Looking regretfully at the pair
chained to the wall, he told them, "Don't worry, I won't be long, you guys behave yourselves!"

Then he and Amy left, locking the cage door behind them, with no sound in the cage except for Willow's laboured breathing.
 

~Part 4~

Willow heard the clang of metal as the door slammed shut, and then a scraping sound as Xander turned the key in the lock.  Although why he
bothered to lock the door with her and Angel both secured to the wall, the redhead had no idea.  She made a few half-hearted attempts to tug at the manacles securing her wrists, but soon stopped, convinced by a combination of the heavy metal locks and the burning pain in her side that she had no hope of breaking free.

She looked at Angel, who was standing silently next to her, his face turned to the side.  He was making no sound, nor was he making any attempt to escape.  His air of defeat shriveled the fragile sense of hope that Willow had been trying to nurture, that maybe there was a way for them to get out of here.

"Angel?" the redhead asked softly.  There was no response.  "Angel!" she said more sharply, her tone spurring the dark vampire to turn his head so
that Willow could look at his face, although she could glean little from his blank expression.  His eyes were half closed; he looked as though he were
nearly asleep.

Willow chewed thoughtfully on her lip.  She had put the pieces together from the various conversations she had heard.  Clearly, Anya had opened a portal, and somehow she and the other Willow, the Willow who was a vampire, had been swapped.  But if there were two worlds, both with Willows and Xanders and souled Angels - why weren't there two Buffys?  And the more Willow tried to think back to the brief seconds that had passed while Anya did the spell, and the strange jumble of images she had seen, the more she was sure she had seen Buffy fighting the Master.

But how to broach the question with this Angel?  Obviously things hadn't worked out quite the same here, otherwise why was the Master still alive,
while she and Xander were not?  But knowing that Xander, or rather his evil twin, could return at any moment, Willow had no time to worry about bruising Angel's feelings.  She was struck by the sudden impulse to laugh - bruised feelings!  if only that were all that was in danger of getting bruised! - but fought the bubble of hysteria down and quickly spoke.

"Is Buffy here?  Does she know where you are?"

This got Angel's attention.  His eyes shot open.  "The Slayer?  Is she coming?"

Willow had no answer.  She was pretty sure her Slayer would not be coming - not any time soon, anyway.  No-one knew that she had gone to do the spell with Anya.  And if there was an evil Willow roaming in her Sunnydale ... when Buffy found her she would kill her, and think that somehow Willow had been turned.  There would be no reason for Buffy or any of the others to ever suspect the truth.

But - surely there had to be another Slayer, for this world?

"This is not my world," Willow said in frustration.  Angel seemed to be a few steps behind, as though his mind had slowed down when he lost his desire to fight.  "Isn't there a Slayer, a Buffy, here?"

"No," said Angel without inflection.  "She never came.  Now they're all dead."

"Who's all dead?" Willow asked with a sinking heart.

"All of them, the Watcher and his friends, the ones who tried to resist the Master's rule.  Now the only humans left alive in Sunnydale are being kept
for food."

Willow's mind tried to process the scale of the horror that had occurred here, but she quickly decided that the dead could be mourned another time.
She was still alive, and she and Angel could at least try to save themselves, even if it was clear they could not count on any outside assistance.

"Why are you here?" she asked, trying to understand the dynamics of what was going on.

"I killed my Sire, Darla, while trying to stop the Master rising.  She was the Master's childe, so as punishment he gave me to his two newest childer
to be punished and killed."

"His childer?  Xander and, and ... me?"

"Yes," came the dark reply, and Willow saw Angel scouring her features with his eyes, no doubt seeing in her features the image of his torturer.  Willow remembered the state Angel had been in, before he fed from her - she had inflicted some of that damage on him.  She was evil, as much as the Xander she had met.  What if Xander decided to do that to her, to make her a vampire?

Almost as if he were reading her thoughts, Angel chose that moment to speak. "You don't have to worry about him killing you."  Willow had no doubt who the "him" referred to.  "You heard what the Master said.  He can't kill you or turn you in case it damages the portal reversal spell.  He won't risk not being able to get Willow back."

Moving slightly to ease the throbbing in her side, Willow knew that there was a huge "but" in there somewhere.

She looked up at Angel, her green eyes brightened by the tears she had shed, and silently asked him to tell her the rest.  Angel hardened his expression, and forced himself to continue.

"He can do plenty of damage without killing you.  And he is a true demon, the Master's own childe.  He delights in torture, but he's not very
inventive.  The best you can hope for, he'll lose his temper or run out of patience and just beat you unconscious, and when you wake up you'll be back in your world."

Willow swallowed to ease her suddenly dry throat.  That was the best?  "And, the worst?" she asked in a small voice.

"He'll feel like playing," Angel said darkly.

He knew very well there was little chance that the girl would get off lightly; the piquancy of having a human version of his mate to torture would
be too much to resist.  But Xander was very much the submissive in the mateship, and Angel could only hope that he wouldn't want to damage the girl too badly for fear of incurring his mate's displeasure.  Willow was very possessive of her mate, and it was only on rare occasions that she would let him play with Angel alone.  Xander would be very aware that the idea of him raping or torturing a human version of herself may well set off the
redhead's temper - an event that Xander knew well enough to avoid.

But even with the best luck in the world, he knew the girl shivering next to him would be lucky to escape with only repairable injuries.  He felt the
unexpected desire to comfort her, but his mind was blank when he sought for something to say.  He had been in this room too long to hold out any false hope to her.

But despite his words, Willow was not yet ready to give up all hope.  "But there must be some way out of here?" she asked softly.  "It's two against
one, maybe we can overpower him?"

Angel looked at her sadly, seeing her desire to survive and her courage shining in her face.  She was so beautiful, it was easy for him to believe
this was the human form of his tormentor; she had innocence instead of her counterpart's malice, strength instead of cruelty, compassion instead of
vindictiveness.  Just so did the best of people become the worst of vampires.  Angel mused over the unfairness that allowed such transformations
to take place, and wondered if this girl would end up wishing she had simply been killed.

His ears picking up the sound of approaching footsteps, Angel spoke softly. "He's coming."

And Willow held her breath as she heard a key fitted into the lock and slowly turned, before the door swung open on creaky hinges.
 

~Part 5~

Xander was pissed off.  Nothing ever turned out the way he wanted it.  Take for instance the time the Master had given them Puppy to play with.
Initially, it had been great fun.  But then his Wills had spent more and more time playing with Puppy, until it seemed like torturing the souled
vampire was the only form of foreplay she was interested in.

And OK, it was good sometimes, and the fucking was great afterwards, but there was just something about Angel; spending too much time around him, even torturing him ... the other vampire just got on Xander's nerves.  Too much soul to be a proper vampire, yet somehow, despite all his
submissiveness, not really a proper victim either.  His subtle resistance intrigued Willow, but not Xander - he just found it irritating.

And whenever Xander got too rough with the vampire, to the point where Angel's existence was threatened, Willow always called a halt, no matter how much she might be enjoying herself.  If not for her intervention, Puppy would have been dust long ago.

Because while Willow might understand Xander almost better than he understood himself; well, that kind of closeness worked both ways.  Xander
had a very good idea of why his mate was so fascinated with Puppy, but he couldn't see any way to use the information to his advantage.  So he had said nothing.  After all, if Willow ever realised what she really wanted, well - Xander wasn't sure what place he would have if Willow found a way to free Angelus.  And the thought of sharing his beautiful mate with the other vampire made the stolen blood in his veins boil.  So he bided his time, waiting for a chance to get rid of Puppy without incurring the redhead's wrath.

And now, just when something really fun had happened - like the unexpected delivery of a human, virginal Willow, and without his wonderful but
controlling mate there to spoil things - well, of course, there had to be a catch.  Wasn't that just typical.

Amy had not had good news.  Her view was that, as the spell had been cast by another witch, they had no time to waste in getting Willow - their Willow - back.  She seemed to be worried that Willow might have been taken for a reason.  Xander doubted it - he couldn't imagine anyone managing to hurt or manipulate his mate.  The ones she couldn't beat with straight out demon strength she got with magic - not really one for fair play, his Queen.

But while he wanted Willow back, well, if he was being honest, he really didn't want her back just yet.  He wanted a chance to play with the human - and with Angel - without Willow watching over him.  And while he had a pretty good idea that Willow would be enraged to find out he had tortured
her human version - without her being there and directing the torture, anyway - Xander had a plan.

After all, once the human had gone there would only be one witness left - Puppy.  And how tragic if something happened .... after all, he could pretty much make up any story he liked.  It wasn't like there would be anyone left to put another version of events forward.  And if Willow didn't believe him; well, maybe she'd spend some time torturing him instead of Puppy.  A win-win situation, as far as Xander could see.

And while Wills might be annoyed at having lost her plaything, Xander was sure he would be able to find her something else to amuse her.  Jesse had a pet werewolf chained up downstairs; maybe he could borrow it.

All these thoughts flew through the vampire's mind as he closed the cage door gently, leaving it unlocked as he sighed in frustration and walked over to gaze at the naked pair chained to the wall.  Well, he might not have much time as he'd like but he still had some; he'd just have to make the most of it.

He stood silently, listening to the sound of a racing heartbeat, and hearing the rapid breathing of the redhead who was trembling in front of him.  He
could see the tension in Angel's body, and smiled.  So the little redhead had managed to rouse Angel's protective instincts, had she?  So much the
better.

Xander moved forward until his chest was pressed against Willow's back.  He felt her try to move away from him, but there was nowhere to go; she was sandwiched between him and the hard stone of the wall.  He cupped his hands loosely around her hips, feeling her jump at the touch.

"Miss me?" he asked huskily, leaning in to tuck his head next to hers so that as he spoke she could feel his breath on her cheek.  There was no
reply, but her breathing became more uneven.  "I missed you," he continued as he moved his hands lightly up her sides to rest over her ribs.

Without warning he squeezed as hard as he could, grinning as Willow screamed, her voice a knife through the silence of the room.  The vampire
flexed his fingers so he could feel her broken ribs grinding inside her skin.  When the scream turned to choked sobs he slowly released his grip,
lifting one hand to stroke softly at her cheek.  "Ribs still sore, huh?" he asked with concern.  "That's the problem with humans; they take so long to
heal.  Not like vampires.  Look, my cheek is nearly better."  He moved back slightly to display the now faded mark on his skin.

Willow made no reply.  She was still sobbing, and every breath she took set off the pain in her ribs again, until she was barely conscious of anything
except her struggle to get air into her body without passing out from the pain.

Her concentration was suddenly broken as Xander's hand moved to grab her chin and wrench he head around, so that they were almost nose to nose.  "I said," he repeated slowly, "my cheek is nearly better.  You remember hitting me with the whip, don't you?"

Willow said nothing.  She knew that whatever she said would be the wrong thing, but at the same time she knew that if she didn't answer soon she was going to be in trouble anyway.  Damned if she did, and damned if she didn't.   Almost involuntarily her gaze slipped past Xander's face to the still form chained next to her, as though seeking some aid, or even some idea of what she should do.  Willow thought back to what Angel had said, that the best thing that could happen was if Xander lost his temper and made things quick.   Should she be trying to make that happen?  It sounded like insanity to her.

Xander noticed Willow's attention wavering and his patience snapped.  What was it about that moron that had this human - and his own mate - so
intrigued.  There was nothing special about him; nothing that a quick stake couldn't fix, anyway.

"Well, I guess you have other things on your mind.  More interested in Puppy than in my injuries," Xander said evenly.

Willow's gaze jumped back to her captor's face, and she took in his grim expression.  She knew Xander, and she had seen this look on his face before; on a human Xander it meant he was about to lose his temper.  The redhead had a horrible premonition that, without meaning to, she had found a way to provoke the vampire.

Xander ran his hands roughly over the bite mark on Willow's neck, dragging his nails over the wound to start the blood flowing again, watching with a gleam in his eyes as a thin ruby-red trickle moved over pale skin.

"You know, once a vampire marks you, that means you belong to him,"  Xander advised conversationally.  "And Puppy belongs to me, soooo,"  Xander stopped mid-sentence and looked enquiringly at the girl.  "What does that mean?"

Willow knew that whatever she said it wouldn't help, but even as she formed to resolution to try and be brave, she heard herself sobbing, "Please don't hurt me, please Xander."

Xander just smiled.  "I love it when you beg," he said huskily.  "That's her secret, you know."  At his victim's blank look, he said patiently, "She
wants someone to make her beg.  That's why she's interested in Puppy.  Cos she thinks that if he ever loses that soul, he'll be able to make her beg."

Willow fought to keep her eyes focused on Xander, but she noticed Angel's body twitch slightly at Xander's revelation.  She had a really bad feeling
about this.

"Would you like Puppy to make you beg?" Xander asked softly.  The rage in his eyes made the hair on the back of Willow's neck stand up.

"You don't need to be shy," he continued as he undid the manacles holding Willow to the wall.  As the restraints were removed Willow felt herself
collapse to the floor, ending up sprawled at Xander's feet.

The figure over her continued to speak.  "You're just like her, you want the same things.  Do you think being Puppy's bitch will make you happy?"  With each word the vampire's voice got angrier and louder.  "You'd rather be his slave than my Queen?  FINE!"

And with that Xander took a deep breath, obviously trying to regain some control.  Willow remained frozen on the ground, too scared to move in case she attracted Xander's attention again.

After a few seconds of silence, which seemed to drag into hours, Xander walked over to Angel and let his gaze travel over the chained form.  "Well
Puppy, what do you say?  Wanna play a game?"
 

~Part 6~

Angel's mind was racing to find some idea, some solution, that would head off the ugly scene he could foresee.  He knew very well why Willow was interested in him; in his experience the one thing a vampire like Willow enjoyed more than dominating another demon was being dominated herself.  And he also knew that Xander, while he might be willing, had neither the strength nor the determination to master the redhead.

But how long had Xander known?  Angel realised he had been underestimating the other vampire, and cursed himself for not warning the girl next to him of the pitfalls that lay ahead of her.

Too late for regrets, he decided, as he felt Xander softly running his nails up and down his now healed back, leaving bloody trails on the pale flesh.  Now he could only try to get the girl through this with as little damage as possible, and just hope that Xander's bad mood meant what he thought it did; that time was short and soon the human would be back in her own world.

Xander's hand abruptly left his back and reached up to undo the manacles, showing no fear as the older vampire's restraints were released.  Looking
thoughtfully at Angel as he remained standing, still facing the wall, Xander appeared to come to a decision.

"Turn around Puppy," he commanded, paying no attention to the form still huddled at his feet.  Once Angel had obeyed, Xander began to speak, slowly and deliberately.

"We are going to play a game.  My game.  My game, and my rules.  Now you know I'm not meant to kill her," Xander said dispassionately, "but I can do just about anything else I want.  So if you feel like being a hero, or trying to save her," the last coming out in sneering tone, "then get ready to see your little girlfriend have an arm ripped off.  Or maybe I could gouge out her eyeballs; make a necklace for Wills. She'd probably like that," the brunette mused, almost to himself.

"Anyway," he continued, reaching down to grab Willow's hair and pull her to her feet, "all you have to do is follow my instructions, and we can send this back with all its important bits and pieces still attached."

Xander smiled inwardly as he saw Angel's grim expression.  They both knew he had no real choice, but Xander didn't see any harm in baiting the other vampire a little.  Besides, this might be the last chance he ever got to taunt Puppy, so he might as well enjoy it.

Seeing Angel's slight nod, Xander quickly inspected the girl in his arms.  She was in a pretty bad way. Having her pass out would ruin his plans.  Xander frowned in annoyance, then looked over to Puppy.

"Kneel," he commanded, and Puppy promptly did so. Dragging the girl with him, Xander used his free hand to grab Angel's head and pull it back, exposing his throat.  Xander let his fangs descend and bit quickly but deeply, pulling his mouth away and pushing Willow's face into the wound.

"Drink," he commanded, and Willow found herself obeying without demur.  She choked slightly at the metallic taste of the blood, but she blocked her mind to what was happening and simply did as she was told. After a few swallows of the thick liquid she felt a definite clearing of her mind, and the ache in her ribs seemed to be lessened.  Her mind whirring with questions, Willow felt herself pulled away from Angel's still form and dropped unceremoniously to the ground.

"Feeling better?" Xander asked gently.  Willow looked at him, her green eyes clearly displaying her fear and uncertainty as she nodded slightly.  "Did you like that?  Tasting Puppy?  My Wills loves to taste him too."

Seeing the human's expression of distaste, the vampire laughed.  "Don't be such a baby," he mocked her. "Look, Puppy liked it too."  Xander pulled Willow across the floor so that she was facing Angel.  Naked Angel, who was sporting a very large and obvious erection.  Willow blushed, tempted to squeeze her eyes shut but knowing that would just irritate her captor. So she tried to look without really looking, but found herself unable to resist the opportunity to examine the first naked man she had really seen.

Angel watched the girl squirming with embarrassment as she was faced with the evidence of his condition.  He felt no shame; he was a vampire after all, and exchanging blood, whether willingly or not, always had a sensual element to it for him, even when the blood was taken from him during one of his frequent torture sessions at the hands of Xander and his mate.  And it was a double pleasure with this girl, [No, not just "the girl", she's Willow], he reminded himself. Because he had drunk from her, marked her, and now she had also drunk from him.  An event not without its
consequences, but Angel didn't see that they would have the time or the need to worry about that.

He saw Xander from the corner of his eye, staring at the now partially recovered girl.  He could smell the faint scent of arousal coming from the brunette, and just hoped things would not get too out of hand.

"Like the look of him, do you?" Xander asked mockingly.  "Quite a tasty morsel indeed.  A feast for the senses."  Willow looked up in surprise.  "I'm
quoting my Queen.  She loves to taste his blood, just like you did.  That's not all she likes," Xander muttered almost to himself as he sat down beside Willow, who had to struggle to remain still and not flinch away.  Xander snaked out a muscular arm and grabbed Angel's thigh, squeezing hard but receiving no response from the silent vampire.

Xander just smiled, and removing his hand ran the tip of his index finger up and down Angel's rigid shaft, watching it twitch despite Angel's continued efforts to remain impassive.  Willow watched in horrified fascination as a drop of pearly fluid formed on the tip of the straining cock, and Xander swept his finger across the sensitive head, bringing an almost imperceptible moan from Angel.

Xander brought his finger to Willow's mouth.  "Taste him," he said in a flat tone.  One look at his face and Willow hurried to obey, making her mind a blank as she did as instructed, and licked the tip of Xander's finger.  As her tongue absorbed the unusual taste, two pairs of brown eyes met over her head.

Angel was struggling to remain impassive; he knew that giving Xander a reaction, any reaction, would only encourage him.  But he couldn't deny that however disturbing his soul might be finding these proceedings, his dark side was getting more and more aroused.  And from the look of him, so was Xander.

Pulling his hand away from the warmth of Willow's mouth, Xander looked at the redhead, his eyes fixing on hers.  "You are going to go what I say.  Because if you don't, I will hurt you.  I will hurt you so badly that those broken ribs will be a fond memory.  And when I am finished punishing you, I will make you watch while I skin Puppy.  Do you understand?"

Willow nodded her head furiously, unable to trust her voice.

Smiling, Xander reached out to stroke her hair affectionately.  "Good girl. The perfect little bitch for Puppy," he said gently as his hand tightened in
her hair, pulling her head towards Angel before shoving her face into Angel's crotch.  "I want to see you sucking him, and I want you to put some effort into it," the dark voice continued.

Angel fought the urge to take a breath to steady himself as he watched Willow hesitate for a fraction of a second before her mouth tentatively closed around the tip of his cock.  It was too much even for his self control, and a tiny grunt left him as his hips instinctively flexed forward.

Willow felt Angel shifting beneath her and tried to block out everything except the task at hand.  She sucked lightly again, finding the sensation of the cool, silky skin with its slightly salty taste surprisingly pleasant.  [I can do this], she told herself firmly.  [I just have to do what he says, and
soon I will be home.]

Focusing more on the vampire seated next to her than the one who was lightly thrusting into her mouth, Willow tried her best to "put some effort into it". She worked her mouth up and down along Angel's shaft, fighting the urge to gag when his cock worked its way to the back of her throat.  She ignored the tears pricking at her eyes and concentrated on breathing around the obstruction in her mouth, trying to ignore what was really going on and just moving her head up and down.

Xander laughed at the sight of the girl, eyes bright with tears as she struggled to get her mouth around Angel.  "Need some help?" he asked, before grabbing the back of Willow's head and thrusting her mouth savagely up and down on Angel's cock, ignoring the gasps and moans coming from the redhead as she struggled to breath, and instead watching Angel's face as he fought to control himself, until the sensation of warmth and wetness around his cock proved too much, and with a strangled groan he flooded her mouth with his release.  Xander growled, "Drink up, bitch," and
watched with pleasure as Willow tried to gulp down the cool liquid.

Willow felt the hand at the back of her head release its iron grip, and at the same time Angel's softening shaft slipped from her mouth.  She could still taste him in her mouth, the salt flavour blending together with the taste of his blood and her tears, into a strange mixture that burnt itself in her memory, until she knew she would never be able to forget it, to forget what was happening.

"Did you like that?" her tormentor asked with interest.  Willow looked up and struggled to find words.  But not quick enough.  Xander slapped her
across the face, not enough to really damage her but enough to leave a nasty bruise.

"I asked you a question," he repeated slowly.  "Did you like sucking Puppy's dick?  Did he taste nice?"

"Yes Xander,"  Willow replied, her words almost incomprehensible as she spoke through her tears.

"Good bitch," Xander said, petting her hair.  "That's what you want, I know.  I know you better than you know yourself."

Then Xander looked up at Angel, and smiled.  "Are you having fun yet Puppy?"  Angel said nothing, and Xander laughed. "Too tame for the big bad Angelus?  Well, let's see what else we can do to keep you amused."

Angel looked at the boy, and his jaw clenched.  He had a feeling this was going to get very bad, very soon, and he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it.
 

~Part 7~

Amy sighed in relief as she managed to catch the bottle of Assyrian sacred sand before it hit the floor.  The last thing she needed was any more delays.  Looking up she saw the Master waiting impatiently for her to catch up, and she rushed forward, hoping that she could head off his displeasure.  The last time she had irritated him she had spent three hours being hosed down with holy water - not an experience she was in a hurry to repeat.

She kept pace with her elder as they approached the cell where the human was being kept, soft noises reaching down the corridor and urging them forward. The Master halted outside the cage, and Amy narrowly avoided running into him.  Then she turned her head and saw what had caught his interest.

The human redhead was manacled with her back to the wall.  Her tear-streaked face was visible over Angel's shoulder as he thrust into her, Xander echoing each movement with the strike of a long metal-tipped whip against the souled vampire's bloody back.

Xander did not notice his audience at first.  He was too absorbed in the wonderful sight before him, Puppy's blood dripping down to form a puddle on the floor, the scent of Willow's tears mingling perfectly with her fear and, barely but definitely there, the faintest aroma of desire.

Puppy's bitch, he thought darkly as he brought the whip down with renewed vigour.  His mind was already filled with plans for Act Two when he heard a dry chuckle behind him.

"Well, well, well.  Glad to see you're letting Puppy get some exercise," came an all-too-familiar voice.

Xander barely contained his growl.  Not yet!  He hadn't even had a chance to play with the girl himself, and he had hoped to have disposed of Puppy before Willow returned - there was no way he could do it now, not in front of witnesses.  But he knew better than to show any of his feelings before his Master. Instead, he dropped the whip and walked over to place his hand in the open wounds of Angel's back, coating his hand liberally with blood before walking to the door of the cage and offering his hand to the Master.

With a smile the Master grabbed his wrist and leisurely licked off the blood, reaching down with his free hand to lightly squeeze the bulge in the younger vampire's trousers.

"I'm afraid playtime is over, children," he advised as he entered the cage, gesturing for Amy to start setting up the ingredients for the spell.  He looked over at the couple against the wall and sighed loudly.  "Xander, can you please tell Puppy to stop?" came the exasperated voice as the Master made himself comfortable in a corner.

Xander shook his head in disbelief as he realised that Angel was still slowly thrusting into the girl, who he noted with irritation seemed to have stopped crying. He was walking over to pull the brunette off her when he saw the muscular body spasm once, then again, as Angel let out a low groan and bit into the girl's neck, opening the scabbed over wound on her throat.

Growling in fury Xander grabbed Angel by the hair and threw him  across the room.  "How dare you!  Did I give you permission to come?  Did I give you permission to bite her?"  Reaching into his boot for a silver knife Xander was halted in his tracks by a command from his Master.

"There's no time for that now," the lazy voice informed him.  "Unchain the girl and bring her here." Xander swallowed his anger and hurried to obey,
carrying the limp form across the room and placing her in the centre of the circle Amy had drawn with sand on the stone floor, being careful not to disturb the line of the circle.

He stood back as Amy picked up one of Willow's favourite leather corsets, and holding it began her incantation, a spell similar to those he had heard
many times before when Willow and Amy had been practicing opening and closing portals.

He saw lights begin to shimmer in the air and looked regretfully at the half-conscious girl slumped on the floor.  He should have just played with her instead of using the opportunity to tease Puppy; it would have been lovely to have fucked a warm, human Willow.  Damn Puppy; everything he touched turned to ashes, Xander thought resentfully.  Well, let's just see what happened when his Queen got home and found out her Puppy had been taking liberties with her human self. Xander smiled with genuine delight.  With any luck, this time Angel wouldn't survive Willow's attentions.

The hair on the back of his neck stood up as the air filled with static electricity, and the shape of the girl shimmered briefly before shifting and
solidifying, and Xander found his mate sitting on the floor, an irritated look on her face.

"Why did you bring me back so soon?  I was just starting to have some fun," she complained as she moved lithely to her feet, hugging Xander before moving over to kneel at her sire's feet.  "Did you miss me?" she asked coquettishly as the Master smiled down at her.

"Always," he replied before pulling her to her feet and holding her tightly, running his hands up her back then gripping her head, pulling it back to allow him access to her throat.  Willow sighed with pleasure as she felt her sire's razor sharp teeth slice through her skin, tingles of electricity running up and down her spine as the blood was sucked greedily from her veins.

When she was finally released she paused for a moment to let her head clear, then had a good look around her.  A beaten Puppy was huddled in the corner; nothing new there, except that he smelled like sex. More specifically, he smelled like her and sex.

Willow frowned.  "What the hell has been going on here?"

The Master smiled as he and Amy left Xander explaining recent events to his irate mate.  [Poor Puppy], mused the Master.  [I wonder if he'll survive this time?]

He made a mental note to try and hurry up with the rest of the evening's appointments.  He wanted to be sure and get back in time to see Willow working on his recalcitrant grand-childe.  It would be just like the good old days, except that Darla had never matched his redheaded childe for maliciousness.  And with those happy thoughts, the Master returned to his office and got back to business.

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