****

~~part one~~

Willow woke up in pain. The pain she has been feeling everyday for a week now. Everyday since he came to her pretending to be him, pretending to care only to deceive her. She has been tortured everyday as a punishment because she wouldn't agree to his proposal.  The pain washed over her starting from her head all the way down to her toes. Even her throat was sore from constantly screaming for help.

Willow could still hear him talking to her during one of his sessions, "Come on Willow, you can make the pain stop all you have to do is agree and the pain will end."  Those words played in her mind hundreds of times, as she lay on the bed, that was in the basement where he had her locked up.

She laid there wanting to agree to his proposal but she knew she couldn't. As his words once again played in her mind the door of the basement opened.

"Hello my sweet little Witch," he said as he walked over and casually sat on the bed next to her. Willow turned away from him, wishing he would just disappear. She couldn't run because she knew he would catch her before she got close to the door. So she thought if she ignored him he would leave.

"Ah, Willow you know that our little meetings can be more about pleasure than pain. I can give you pleasure, so much more than you can ever imagine. Pleasure that no other man can ever give you," he told her as he touched her back only to have her flinch away.

He grabbed her hair and pulled it so that she would face him and asked, "What was my first rule Willow."

Willow didn't answer him so he pulled harder until she yelled out in pain.

"I asked you a question. You better answer me every time I ask you something. Now what is my first rule?" he asked her again.

"I'm yours mind and soul," she told him. He let some of her hair loose to relieve a bit of the pressure, satisfied at her response but he didn't let go completely.

"That's right Willow. I own your mind, your soul, and I will own your body very soon. I can be a patience person Willow but if you don't agree to find a spell to make that soul go away forever and become my mate I may just have to force you too. I'm only going to give you another week or two at the most and then you will become mine," he told her as he bent down and kissed her on the lips.

Willow pushed him back and yelled, "Fuck you Angelus! I will never do a spell for you or become you mate. I hate you. I HATE YOU."

Angelus knew she was a spitfire and that's what he loved about her, but her mouth had just gotten her into another hour or two of torture. Which he wasn't complaining about.

Angelus grinned as he walked over to the dresser and pulled out the leather whip he had tortured her with since she had become his prisoner.

Walking back over to the bed he spoke, smelling the fear coming off of her in waves. He didn't want to torture her that much, he would rather make love to her. However he needed her to understand that she was going to be his mate like it or not.

Smiling he looked at her and said, "You know Willow I like it when your are a spitfire but that mouth of yours is going to get you in a lot of trouble. You will find a spell. I will be your first lover. Your only lover. You got that." At those last words he lashed out on her with the whip.

After about two hours of torture he dropped the whip on the bed and turned to walk out. Just before he walked trough the door he turned and said, "Like I said before Willow, I can make the pain stop. The only thing you have to do is agree."

Those were the last words Willow heard before falling into unconscious remembering how all of this started.

************

One-Week Ago

"Hi Willow. Angel said that you were coming," Cordelia said as she moved to let her in.

Willow swallowed, tried to speak, but ended up only being able to do no more than nod. Just knowing she would be around Angel made her speechless.

<Get a grip, Willow> she warned silently. <Since when has the prospect of facing Angel made you quiver like a rabbit? All little-girl fantasies have to come to an end. He is…was Buffy's boyfriend>

It had been five years since she'd seen him. She'd been the impressionable sixteen-year-old, all giggly over her first big crush.  No flesh-and-bone man could ever measure up to the image she'd constructed of Angel. If the shrine her fantasies had built to his perfection had been created from brick and mortar, it would rival the Great Wall of China, and would be visible from the moon.

She heard a rattle, and realized the Cordelia was opening one of the doors. Without a whisper of sound he slipped past her, blocking her view of the room.

Willow blinked, which was all the time it took for Cordelia to slip back out and disappear, leaving her standing in the hallway like a potted geranium. She stared.

"Willow," came a deep voice. "Are you out there?"

She jumped, and then got herself under control. "Yeah Angel."

With a hurried adjustment of her posture. Willow stepped into the room. After all, Angel was only a man…sexy vampire. <Damn it stop that Willow> she thought. "Oh!"

She bit her tongue. Had she actually said oh? She knew she must have, because Angel glanced up from whatever he'd been writing, his brow knit.

He laid aside his golden pen. "Is something wrong, Willow?"

She shook her head, berating herself for her outburst. Okay, maybe over the years he hadn't changed a bit. Maybe she couldn't congratulate herself for building a shrine to him that was all out of proportion to reality. The man was definitely shrine-worthy.  Even after all these years, his eyes were every bit as mesmerizing as she remembered-dazzling brown.

She lifted her chin. "Yes.." As soon as the words were out of her mouth she realized it was the wrong answer, so she shook her head. "I mean, no. I just, uh, remembered I-forgot my blow-dryer." She cringed at the flimsy excuse. It wasn't even true!

"I imagine we can find a substitute." He flashed a crooked grin and pushed up to stand. She followed his rise. He was also every bit as tall as he'd been in her fantasy. And his lazy grin was every bit as titillating. Unfortunately, with an additional five years of life experience under her belt, Willow wasn't pleased with the added sexual pull his grin had acquired.

She felt a little queasy, deciding she wasn't such a world-class fantasy builder, after all. If Angel wasn't every inch as devastating as she'd fantasized all these years, she'd eat her blow dryer. At least, then she'd really need one.

He rounded his desk with an easy grace and she found it impossible to drag her attention away. He was a good-looking hunk of a male animal vampire dressed in his trademark all black. That didn't surprise her, she was just more surprised at how he managed to carry it off everyday.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, it occurred to her that Angel was walking towards her.

*Towards her!*

Every nerve in her body leaped and shuddered.

Angel came to a halt just outside her personal space.

"So how have you been Willow?" he asked. A tingle started at the nape of her neck, then danced along her nerves to every extremity of her body.

He took her arm, startling her so badly, she gasped.

"Did I hurt you?" He eased his grip, though it had never been anything but gentlemanly.

She shook her head. "I didn't expect you to touch me." She wanted to bite off her tongue for that ridiculously puritanical statement.

He glanced her way, one brow slightly arched. She had the feeling he was forming an opinion about her. Probably "goosey" or "timid" or "afraid of me". None of these descriptions fit. She never gasped when a man took her arm. And she was no shrinking violet, either. Why did Angel seem to be able to short-circuit her brain and make her act like a babbling idiot?

I'll show you to your room Willow. I'm sure after that long trip you'd like to freshen up," he said.

Angel led her to her room and paused to indicate to a door. "You're here."

"When you need anything Willow that's my room." Angel indicated a door across the hall.

<His room>
Angel's room was across the hall? <That's just dandy!> "Your-room?" she repeated, hoping she'd heard wrong.

"Yes." He cocked his head toward a door further down the hall. "Adjoining my room is a den. Wesley and I have our late night meetings in there." He slipped a hand into his pocket. "I promise I won't sneak into your room late at night and bite you."

<I was hoping you would. NO Willow! Bad thought> She stared at his bedroom door; barely resisting the insane need to scream. Late-night meetings? <Damn it. I think I should think about this job. I didn't know that I'd be spending my days and nights with this man!>

"Willow?" he asked. "Do you feel ill? You look pale.

She shot him a glance and forced her hands to unclench.

"I'm fine," she told him.

When he grinned, a hitch in her heart stopped her breath for a second. "I'll see you tomorrow, Willow."

She felt a shiver of elation at the sound of her name. She nodded her response, but he didn't see it, for he'd turned away. As she watched him stride off, she had the distinct feeling he'd dismissed her from his mind as quickly as he'd dismissed her from his presence.

****

But what Willow didn't know was that Angel loved her since the first day he had seen her. Working with her was going to be a problem, mainly because he didn't know if he could be around her without being able to be with her.

<God, you need to control your hormones. Willow didn't come here to be work for a horny vampire> he thought to himself . He made his way out into the night to patrol the dangerous streets of LA and to get a certain witch out of his mind.

***

Willow tried not to feel disappointment. After all, Angel is…was Buffy's boyfriend. He'd made a great concession giving her a job.

She stepped inside and closed her bedroom door. By the time she finally expelled a long exhale, her eyes had gone prickly dry.

She rubbed her arm where he'd touched her she began to prepare for bed. The spot felt warm and tickled curiously.
 

~~chapter two~~

Willow had come to LA yesterday to help Angel set up a new computer system in his office. Upon completion Angel had asked Willow to stay and work for him and she couldn't resist an offer to be close to the one man she had loved since the first time they had meet.

***
 

The next morning's drilling went perfectly. Willow was relieved to see the hours fly. She remained so busy, her idiotic preoccupation with Angel slipped to the back of her brain. With Angel away from her direct line of vision, she was able to act like the professional she was paid to be.

At noon, she and Cordelia went to lunch.

Angel walked into the office just as they were getting ready to pack up and leave. "Hi Willow, Cordelia.

Willow and Cordelia both said hi as they continued what they were doing.

Cordelia looked at Willow and saw that she was turning red and Angel was just standing there staring at her. <My God those two might as well get a room> she thought.

"Angel are you going to be ready for the New Years Eve party tomorrow night." Cordelia asked him to break the awkward silence that was descending into the room."

"Yeah Cordelia. Wesley and you can set up tomorrow when you get in if you like." He replied.

"Great so tomorrow it is. Come on Willow let go."

"Another day, another dollar." Willow said as she shut down her computer. She looked through her drawer for her key so that she could get back in when she left Cordelia's house tomorrow. That way she wouldn't have to wake a half naked Angel again.  While Cordelia waited in the doorway for her. "At least that's what they say," she told Willow.

Willow got up and finally looked at Angel and said, "Bye Angel, I'll be back tomorrow."

"Alright Willow, have a nice night," he told her.

<If he even knew what kind of nights I have been having lately> Willow thought to herself as she began to feel her body responding. <Oh my God I have to get out of here> She almost ran out of the door as she virtually sprinted past Angel.

When Willow dashed past he could smell a little arousal on her. <God I want her> he thought as he walked up to his room to take a nice cool shower.

Cordelia stepped in stride with Willow, purposefully heading for the door.  "This is a job you have to love. It's not about the pay."

Willow shifted and said, "As much as I hate to admit it you're right. Money couldn't be the reason I'm here." She pushed open the door and stepped out into the fading sunlight.

Cordelia smiled and said, "I know why you are here and you do too. You two might as well tell each other how you feel."

"What do you mean Cordelia?" Willow asked.

"I don't believe you really want me to explain it. You two have had a thing for each other since he was in Sunnydale. I guess I was the only one to see it and even today every time Angel comes around you turn redder than anything I have ever imagined and my God girl look at what you are doing to him. You have turned him into an idiot well almost.  The way he looks at you sometimes makes me think that he is going to attack you at any minute Willow," she explained to her.

"That is not true Angel does not see me that way and I don't blush when he's around me" Willow informed her.

"Girl please you two might as well get it on and let that be," Cordelia told her as they got into her car and headed back to her apartment.

Willow didn't like Cordelia that much because of the way she treated her in school but when she had asked for a girls night at her place she said alright.  Cordelia knew why she had agreed so fast to stay with her tonight.

Once they made it to the apartment Willow and Cordelia stayed up half of the night talking, eating junk food and figuring out things for the New Years party tomorrow. After a long night Willow said goodnight and went into the room Cordelia given her to stay in. Willow began contemplating the benefits of working for Angel. Willow felt her life had meaning for the first time. She had finally found her purpose in life. The flip side was saving the world but working with Angel was making her little crush on him grow everyday.

After thinking about Angel for an hour, she decided to try and get some sleep for the night. She was physically and mentally drained. She quickly clicked on the television and turned the lights off before slipping under the cool covers. For some reason, she couldn't sleep lately and when she did her dreams were full of Angel.

As soon as her head hit the pillows, sleep began to overcome her.

****

Willow leaned back in her chair, staring at the words she had just typed on the computer screen. This was going to be difficult day for her, being that all day her mind was preoccupied with thinking about the dream she had last night.

<I must be a pervert> she thought to herself. Rest wouldn't be a friend until she could tell him how she felt. Her fingers went back to the keyboard with the determination to finish inputting her notes.

"Hey it's quitting time," Cordelia called out to her as she finished putting up the last bits of decoration. She was about to pass by her office but backed up when she was aware that Willow wasn't budging. She shook her head as she always did.

"What's wrong Willow," Cordelia asked.

"I found it, I can't believe it but I did," she told her pressing print on her computer.

"Found what," Cordelia asked.

"I found a spell to make Angel's soul permanent," she told Cordelia.

"You did. Oh my God that is going to make Angel the happiest vampire on this earth and you two can finally be together. Thank God." Cordelia said as she made her way into the office and sat down beside her.

"Cordelia I didn't try to find this spell for us to be together. I was looking for him," Willow told her as the printing was completed and she began going over the papers to see everything that she would need for the spell.

"This is great," Willow said out loud.

"What's great," Cordelia asked.

Willow looked at her and said, "Oh, I'm sorry. The things I need for the spell I already have right in my room. I could do it before the party. That can be Angel's New Year's present."

"What can be my present," Angel said starling the two girls.

"God, Angel bells wear bells," Cordelia told him.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to lure or ease drop on your conversation but I overheard you so what's this about a present I'm suppose to be getting," he said looking over at the red head.

"I want you to know that I have found a spell to make your soul permanent and we can do the spell tonight and that will be your New Year's present from me to you," Willow told him smiling at the last part.

Angel didn't move or speak for a couple of seconds.

"Earth to Angel," Cordelia said waving her hands in front of his eyes.

"Sorry, I just wanted to make sure I heard her right. You found a spell to make my soul permanent?" he asked Willow.

"Yeah and we can do it tonight," she told him.

"It's that a dangerous spell Willow because I don't want you putting yourself in danger for me," he told her.

"It's not dangerous not like the first one. It only takes a couple of minutes and then your soul is yours permanently. At least that's what the paper say's," Willow told him.

"Ok then lets do it," he told her overjoyed.

"Great you two can do the spell and I will be back in a couple of hours to get this new years party on it way," Cordelia told him as she made her way out of the hotel.

"Ok Angel let me get my stuff and I will be back her in a couple of minutes and we can get started," Willow told him as she made her way to her room to get the things she needed.

Angel watched as she walked past him and up to her room. <Angel you can't keep looking at her like that. Willow doesn't look at you like that> he thought to himself as he sat down on the couch in the lobby anxiously awaiting Willow's return.
 

~~part three~~

Willow returned to the room with the things she needed for the spell.

Angel looked at her and asked again, "Are you sure about this Willow."

"Yeah I'm sure. The spell is a piece of cake," she assured him.  She read the paper once more to see if everything was correct and accounted for, before putting it back into her pocket.

Angel watch as she drew a circle in the middle of the floor and as she lit all the candles.

"Come on Angel sit down," she told him pointing to his place in the drawn circle.

Angel did as he was told and nervously waited for her to start the spell.

Willow looked at Angel and smiled reassuringly as she began to chant.

Upon completion of the spell, Willow noticed that something was seriously wrong. There appeared to be a glowing light hovering around Angel. As the light began to change color, suddenly there was a blast of energy that sent both of them flying out of the circle . A black cloud began to decend before their eyes as unconciousness claimed them both.

***

Two hours had passed before Willow woke up and the first thing her groggy mind noticed  was the absolute silence. That, and the moonlight streaming through the curtains to tease her fluttering eyelids.

It was a bit disorienting. No traffic sounds could be heard outside. No sound of anyone pounding against the floor which made her realise that she hadn't heard anything at all from Angel. Quickly she looked across the floor and noticed Angel was still out.

She crawled over to him, gently shaking him saying, "Angel are you alright. Oh God Please be alright."

Willow heard him moan as his eyes fluttered open finally resting on her.

"Thank God you're alright," she said as she breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

If she hadn't been so pre-occupied with her worry and guilt, Willow would  have realised  from the beginning that there was something different in his eyes. They weren't the soft brown color they should  have been. They seem to have this far away glossy look in them.

"What happen Willow?" he asked holding his head.

"What do you remember?" she asked

"The last thing I remember was you trying to make my soul permanent and then everything went black," he told her as he sat up.

"That's all I remember too. I don't know what happened.  I followed all the directions on the spell," she said gabbing the paper out of her pocket and looking at it.

"Oh My God !" Willow exclaimed in horror.

He looked at her and asked, "What's wrong."

"I just read the paper again and I didn't use the right herb. I thought it said one thing but it was suppose to be another," she told him.

He could smell fear coming off her.

"Are you sure that you are all right," she asked looking at him again wondering what effect the mix up would have on him.

"I'm fine Willow calm down. Don't worry about it everyone makes a mistake one time or another. Come on we can try it again later if you're up to it. I could use a bite...I mean I could use something to eat and you can go get what you need and meet me down in the basement in ten minutes," he told her getting up off of the floor, as he did grabbing her hand and helping her up.

"Ok, I have it in my room. But why do you want to meet in the basement?" she asked him.

He looked at her and answered, "Thats where my blood supply is. I don't have anymore in the refrigerator up here and I was wondering if  we could  do the spell down there just in case Cordelia or someone comes back early for the party. In that case we won't be disturbed down there.

"Ok, I be right back," she said as she finally let go of his hand. She had forgotten that she was still holding it.

<He must think I'm an idiot> she said to herself as she made her way back up to her room.

As she left Willow didn't see the look on his face as he watch her walk away.

***

"Angel," Willow called out as she made her way through the door of the basement.

"Angel are you in here," she called out again.

"Yes, I'm right here," he called out from the bed he was sitting on.

"You scared me," she replied as she walked over to the bed and sat down beside him. She looked into his eyes and saw something she had never seen in any man when they looked at her, pure lust, and desire. At least she thought thats what she saw.

<Now you know better than to think like that Willow. Angel doesn't see you that way> she thought to herself as she lowered her glance to the floor. She admitted to herself that she wanted to hide the fact that he was getting to her as his presence always brought out the desire in her.

"So are you ready to get started?" she finally asked him looking directly into his eye's.

He smiled devilishly at her, "Yes I am."  He went straight into his game face.

Willow jumped off the bed, "Angel what's wrong " she asked clearly panicked.

"Nothing my little witch. I'm feeling great, never better  but I would  rather be called by my true name. Angelus.  At your service mi'lady," he smirked at her.

"Angelus! no it can't be you....How you didn't get a happy...S so you shouldn't be here," she stuttered  as she backed up towards the door.

Instead of answering her, he grabbed her by the arm, spun her around, clamping  one hand over her eyes, and swiftly closed the door with the other.

"Hey!" she screamed. "Let me go!" She thrashed out,  her elbow connecting harshly with his ribs. He grunted in pain but his grip on her never wavered. Instead he propelled her further into the room.

"What are you going to do?" she asked him with false bravado. He could feel her trembling; the smell of fear on her, and her voice was about an octave higher than usual. He inhaled deeply enjoying her scent and the sensations his body was feeling as her petite back was pressed snugly to his chest.

"My little witch, it's not what I'm going to do, it's what you are going to do for me. I have a proposal for you," he informed her.
 

~~chapter four~~

Willow was pulled out of her thoughts as the door to the basement opened and Angelus strolled in.

<My God please, not twice in one day. Please take me now just make it stop. I can't handle anymore> she thought to herself as she lowered her eyes and refused to look at him.

"You can't avoid me forever Willow. Ah! I see that we have been casting spells again. You know the faster you can make yourself heal the better it is for me. Thats more times I can punish you," he said smugly. He sat down beside her and gently traced the outline of the bruise that was there but was rapidly healing.

Willow had been using magic to heal herself but the constant use of the spell was making her weak and as a result each time the pain stayed longer than usual.

Willow sighed and turned around to face him. She knew it would be wise not to make him mad because he would take great delight in punishing her more.

Angelus had changed his clothes and he sat before her wearing his trademark tight leather pants, and a loose blood red shirt that emphasized his broad shoulders and opened slightly at the throat to display a glimpse of his chest.

He was so handsome, and he wasn't half trying. No wonder Buffy was foolish over him.

"Willow," he said, taking her hands in his. "You know that the pain will stop as soon as you say yes."

He kissed her fingers.

"If you want it to stop," he added, giving her a smile that made her blush when she would have withdrawn her hands.

<Why didn't I think of this before. I know one thing that she would agree to> he thought.

"I have a new proposal for you. If you don't agree I will go back to Sunnydale and pretend to be the loving Angel and kill everyone you know and love and I will start with you family, then you friends until you have nobody but me to come to. I know you don't want that to happen do you," he asked smiling down at her.

"Please don't.  I'll agree to do the spell. All I have to do is use the same spell that I used before only this time change the name I call out and the soul will be gone.  Just please don't kill my family and friends," she couldn't look him in the eyes, too scared at the satisfaction and smugness she would no doubt see. The rational part of her brain screamed at her, trying to make her see that this was a dangerous agreement,  trying to make  her realise the fate she had surrendered herself too. But Willow couldn't live with  being the solitary cause of all of her friends and family dying a painful and slow death at the hands of a monster.

<Perfect> he thought.

He titled her chin up and looked straight into her eyes.

"Now that wasn't so bad was it? You have asked and you shall receive," he told her.

"Now let's get started. Do you have everything you need Willow?" he asked her.

"Yes," she said sitting up and gathering the things she had brought down a week ago.

When she finish setting up she looked at him and motioned for him to sit.

He sat down then looked at her smiling before saying; "If you mess this up Willow and bring that soul back you will regret it. I will spend my life trying to break out and when I do, I will kill every one you have ever known and I will let you live  with the knowledge that you were the cause."

"I won't," she told him truthfully, because the spell works to secure the person that is in control of the body at the time it is being performed. If Angel was there the demon would be cast away forever but being that it is Angelus, the soul will be cast away.

<Forgive me Angel. I will miss you> she thought as she started the ritual.

Once it was finished Angelus grabbed her from the floor and headed out the basement door with a firm grip on her arm. "Where are you taking me," she asked.

"We are leaving tonight then we are heading to Ireland," he told her.

"What about Cordelia and Wesley. We just can't leave they would think something is wrong," she tried to reason with him.

" No they won't because they thing we are already gone. The night of the party I told them that we had to leave for Paris to research a demon and we won't be back for a while," he informed her.

"Why do we have to leave. I don't want to go," she told him tears forming in her eyes.

"We can't stay if you want you friends to live," he replied glancing down at her knowing she would never challenge him if her family and friends lives depended on it.

Willow swallowed at the huge lump forming in her throat knowing that she really had no choice in the decision she had to make.

"Fine, let go," she whispered quietly refusing to look at him.
 

~~part five~~

The car trip to the airport was quite. Willow kept beating herself up with guilt for her role in banishing Angel. She had to live with the knowledge that she would never see him again, well she would see his face but it won't be him.

As they pulled up to the airport Angelus tried to help her out of the car only to have her pull away from him.

Angelus was beginning to get a little frustrated but he kept his cool. He walked ahead of her, never for a second worrying that she would not be behind him.

"Angelus," Willow finally acknowledged him as they made their way through the glass doors of the airport.

"Yes," he answered.

"Why are we going to Ireland?" she asked him.

"I want to show you the world Willow and I thought that we might start out there. That and that's were almost everything I own is and I thought a change in scenery would be nice," he told her honestly.

After they had their tickets stamped, Willow's eyes pinned him with a concerned look as they proceeded to the departure gate.

"What is it Willow?" he asked not looking at her but it was as if he felt the intensity of her gaze on him.

"Why did you tell Cordelia that we were going to Paris when you told me that we're going to Ireland?" she asked <B< font>R>"Well if she get suspicious about us not returning, I can't have her coming to Ireland looking for us can I, so I told her we were going to Paris and that means that I don't have anything to worry about," he told her.

Willow was beginning to think about the whole..... go with Angelus, .....do what pleases him ideal. She would always love Angel but there was something about Angelus that was awakening an attraction inside of her. She guessed it was the naughtiness and self-confidence that she liked.
However to give her virginity to him was something she really didn't want to do. She wanted her first time to be with someone she loved and that person loving her back, not with a demon who saw her virginity as part of an agreement, one made under severe duress.

"But what if I don't want to go with you" she said looking at him with tearful eyes. "I have banished Angel away forever just as you wanted.  Why can't I stay here in Sunnydale with my friends and family? "Why don't you just let me go?" she pleaded. He stopped walking, standing very still, the anger radiating off his ridged body in waves. He growled trying to maintain his control. Why was she so stubborn he raged? She should know that her talk of not going with him was going to send him over the edge. Did she honestly think that he was going to let her go? He turned slowly towards her. Willow swallowed nervously. His eyes burned with fury. Quickly his hand darted out and gripped her arm, his fingers digging into the
soft flesh.

With his other hand he grabbed her chin and held it firmly as he changed into his game face. "As of this moment I am your friends and family.  You aren't going anywhere but with me. You are mine. I own your mind. Your soul. And soon I will own your body. You don't have a choice in this Willow. Now either you come with me the hard way or the easy way. The choice is yours. But. You. Will. Go,"  he snarled. He released her from his iron grip
and pushed her in the direction of the departure gate. " Go through the gate and wait for me, " he commanded of her. Willow was getting rather angry at the tone of his voice and didn't appreciate the demand. She fixed Angelus with a look of such intense hatred that it was surprising that he didn't spontaneously combust from the pure heat of her gaze. Angelus ignored her look and greeted the pilots who were making their way over to him.

As they walked onto the empty tarmac Willow was getting ready to walk up the first step to the plane when something caught her attention. The gate which they had come out of was still open and she could see the hallway they had just walked out off.  The first thing that crossed Willow's mind was that if she got away from him, he would kill the people she loved. Then she thought if she could get away she could warn them about him in time.

<I have no choice, huh> she thought angrily as she took of in a wild sprint back towards the opened gate. Willow didn't know how far she would make it but she knew that she couldn't get on that plane. She just needed to get back inside and she was sure she could become lost in the rush of people.

Angelus had been watching her the whole time he was talking to the pilot. He had seen her look back at the gate and wondered if she would be crazy enough to try and run.  He saw her break into a sprint.

"Shit! Yes she would," Angelus, answered his question out loud as he took off after her using his vampire speed to catch up with her.

Before Willow could get halfway to the gate she felt a pair of arms grab her around the waist lifting her up and onto a shoulder.

"Angelus let met go dam it," she yelled at him as she struggled to get free.

"Now you know better than that Willow," Angelus taunted her as he walked back towards the plane. "I thought you were going to go with me to Ireland and be happy."

"I told you that I would go. I never told you I would make it easy for you," she said still struggling to get free.

Once they were inside the plane he sat her down and snarled "Willow I am only going to say this once. You are going with me. If you run I will catch you and if you hide I will find you, no matter how long it takes. I will have you so you better get use to it."

With that he turned to walk into the cockpit to tell the pilot that he was ready to leave before she tried to run again.  Before he was completely gone he called out over his shoulder, "If you ever try to run again Willow, you will be punished. You will learn to obey me." Angelus smiled as he felt the death glares she was shooting his way. She was such a spitfire he thought. He couldn't wait to claim her.

****

Ireland

It was cold and the ride to his estate was long. He had noticed that she wasn't talking to him on the plane or in the cab drive over. Every time he asked her something he got a cold-hearted responses back. Angelus had never brought a woman to his place before. He never seemed to care about anyone before but with Willow it was different. He cared for her, he began to think that his feelings ran deeper for her, yes he wanted her. But it was more than that. He loved her. Just as much as soul boy had. Maybe even more.

She was so beautiful with her red hair blowing freely in the wind, her cheeks all pink with cold. Her eyes were huge in her pretty face, and she was so vulnerable. So pure. So perfect.

<She will come around> he promised himself as he watched her take in the sights of her new home.

"Nice place," she said casually, but her voice quivered a little. She clung to the jacket when he took it from her.

A look of panic crossed her face.

"Don't worry," he said kissing her cheek. "It's all I'll be taking off." For now" he winked at her.

She tried but she couldn't contain the giggle that escaped from her lips. She wanted desperately to be more relaxed. The place was cold, so he gave her a little time to get used to being alone with him by building up the coal fire. Then he took her hand and sat them both down on the couch.

"That feels good," Willow said, holding her hands to the warmth. Angelus studied her, the way the fire made her face glow.

"You don't know how much I want you right now Willow. All week you have haunted my thoughts. My dreams. Dream after dream I made love to you, taking you to new heights of pleasure, making you fall over the edge again and again before taking my own pleasure," he whispered to her. He reached out and gently placed his hands on her shoulders.

Willow flinched but she didn't pull away. He could smell her body's response to his words but she refused to let go of what she was feeling.

"Willow, you can say no in your mind," His eyes boring into hers. "You can say it to me. And you can mean it in your mind, but your body tells me differently. I know that you want me but that's not what I'm questioning. I love you Willow."  The harshness in his voice, now, scraped with raw emotion. "But I'm not your sweet Angel. I'm a demon, but I can be an incredible lover if you let me. If you obey me."

"Then what are you questioning?" she babbled feeling the strong male force of him increase as he moved closer and closer, encompassing her, sending her nerves haywire, stirring all the wild desires she had nursed in the darkness of the night. It was Angelus she wanted. Not Angel and she began to think that maybe she always did want the demon. And her heart wept that he should think otherwise. He never took his eyes off her as he, slowly pulled Willow closer to him, but behind the seemingly controlled deliberation in his eyes, she saw the flicker of something that wasn't controlled at all, and it ignited a wild, wanton recklessness in her. Or perhaps the pressure of his body did, the sexuality that seemed to brood from it and clutch at her.

<What the hell is wrong with me> he wondered as he thought about what he had just shared. Then for the first time since he had taken over the body he felt it. The soul.  It was there, he wasn't completely gone and his feelings for Willow were coming through him and onto Angelus.

Angelus thought for a second and knew that most of the feelings inside him were his own and suddenly it didn't matter. He just wanted Willow.

He leaned in and kissed her. It was no exploratory dip to measure her response, no trail for any special element in their tasting of each other.  It was a full-scale plunder; the explosion of need it ignited, instantly consumed a kiss of such driving, demanding passion. Willow moaned.  As the intensity grew the kissing was not enough, nowhere near enough, though they greedily fed on every possible sensation they could find and savior…intoxicating themselves with kiss after kiss, their hands following their own instinctive path.

Willow didn't know which to be shocked at the most. The part where he was kissing her or the fact that he just told her that he loved her.

Willow pulled back and said, "Demons can't love. You're just saying that now. I'm just one of your passing obsessions like Dru or are you doing this just to get back at Buffy?"

"Buffy has nothing to do with this, I care for you Willow! Why can't you see that," he pleaded with her.

"Because you wanted to hurt me by killing all the people I love," she reminded him.

"The only reason I would kill them is because they take you way from me or you run to them to get away. I will never do anything to hurt you, unless you try to leave me. I want you and I know you want me," he told her.

"I do want you but I don't want my feelings to get shattered," she told him.

"I promise you that I will never hurt your feelings," he told her as he picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. Willow didn't know what she was doing, she had sent Angel away forever and then she agreed to be a mate to a demon. To Willow her world was all screwed up but the decision she made was the one that she now had to live up too.

Once they made it to the bedroom he sat her down and reached for the top button on her shirt.

"I've wanted you for so long," he said as he started to unbutton her shirt. Angelus bent down and captured her lips in a fierce kiss that took her breath away.

He broke off the kiss, staring at her. He had undone enough buttons to bare the upper part of her bra.

He gave her another one of those deep, almost reverent kisses. His clever fingers made short work of the rest of the buttons on her shirt. He broke off the kiss to unhook the front clasp of the lace bra.

"It occurs to me," she said, loving the feel of his hands on her body,  "That things are a bit one-sided here."

"They look perfect to me," he said kindly as he took the weight of her freed breasts in his hands.

"I meant that it's my turn," she said, unbuttoning his shirt.

<I knew she would be perfect for me> he thought as he let her explore his chest.

Her fingers gently stroked their way down his chest until she reached the zipper of his pants. He picked her up bodily and deposited her on wobbly legs next to the bed.

"My turn again." Angelus smiled as she looked at him in confusion.

How lovely she looked with the navy blue blouse open to revel her full breasts and the lace bra hanging on to her by the straps alone. He wanted to rip the rest of her clothes off, but he took a deep steadying breath he didn't need and forced himself to go slowly.

<No use in scaring her> he thought.

He knelt before her and reached up to caress her breasts.  Then he brought his hands down slowly over her rib cage, her navel, and her belly. He felt every muscle in her body quiver and her arousal when he kissed her on the bare skin just above the waistband of the prim little skirt. She gasped when he moved his hand to her hips.

"You are so beautiful." He whispered as he unzipped the skirt and released it to pool around her ankles.

She blushed so much that the tops of her breasts were pink by the time she stood revealed to him in pantyhose over a tiny triangle of lace.  He started peeling down the pantyhose, kissing her smooth skin as he uncovered it. She backed onto the bed when he reached her knees. He carefully lifted each foot, removed the shoe and kissed her ankle as he released the foot from the pantyhose. Then he stood and raised her, holding her tightly to him as he kissed her. Her feet dangled loosely in the air.

Willow thought she might die of pleasure when her bare skin came into contact with Angelus's body. <How can a demon be so passionate> she thought.

Angelus gave a sigh of contentment and buried his face in her hair. His big hands cradled her bottom as he lifted her higher. Willow could feel his desire press up against her through his pants.

The he kissed her and put her down.  When he reached for his zipper, Willow covered his hands with hers.

"Let me," she said throatily. She pushed his shirt the rest of the way off his arms. Then she unzipped his pants. He wasn't wearing anything underneath. It made her smile. She put her fingers on the edge of his pants and pulled them down. He grabbed her upper arms and raised her to her feet, crushing his lips against hers.

Angelus put his big, cool hands inside the elastic of her panties and slowly removed them, sinking to his knees before her as he went down kissing her thighs all the way to her knees.

Willow gasped when he kissed her right above that place spreading the soft skin and finding the little nub that throbbed for him.

"Angelus," she sighed. "Oh, Goddess."  His tongue went back and traced a slow path to the top of her thighs where her skin was tender, but he didn't touch the throbbing heat that she needed him to touch. He then kissed his way back up her body.

<Him and his dam games> she thought to herself. He was driving her crazy.

Angelus then stood and laid her down on the bed. He climbed on top of her and kissed her again. He then laid his hand on her heated mound nearly making her cum. He drew his hand up and covered her abdomen and then her navel. Her back arched and the hardening of her nipple was almost painful. He growled and took one in his mouth.

Angelus wanted to torture her with pleasure but the smelled of her arousal was torture to him.

Willow plunged her fingers into his hair and writhed as he levered himself over her and slowly rubbed his body against hers as he kissed her face and shoulders. The light abrasion of his chest against her tender, swollen breasts and his hard erection against her thighs made her gasp with pleasure.

He slowly made his way down her body, trailing slow kisses and delicate licks as he moved. Her breathing was ragged, and she could feel the hot moisture seeping out of her body, increasing in response to the slow movement of his tongue. Angelus couldn't stand it anymore. He had to have her now. There would be time for exploring each other's bodies later; he needed to be inside her.

He moved back up her body continuously kissing and biting his way as he took the dominant position over her. She automatically arched her body to meet his as he sought entry. His eyes connected with hers and a fierce blaze of desire, returned both ways, throbbed with an urgency that could not brook any denial.

Her whole body quivered with elation as she felt him push forward, sheathing himself with her moist heat, her inner muscles convulsing around him in bliss. The hard fullness of him opening a passage that pulsed with wild anticipation, wanting all he could give her. She wrapped her legs around him, pressing him on, and the plunge that followed was exquisitely fulfilling, so incredibly deep.

For a moment, Willow's whole being was totally focused on the rhythmic ripples set in constant motion by Angelus and his powerful thrusting. She was acutely aware of their strengthening infiltration of every cell of her body, the aching sweetness accompanying their invasion, the sense of their building towards a shattering peak, of pleasure becoming too intense to sustain within the space of her being. A time came when she was sustained within that space, on the edge of it and a cry of anguish broke from her lips.

In the very next instant all the torturous tension exploded into a sunburst of glorious ecstasy, and she was floating in some heavenly space, and the vampire who had brought her their was sharing it with her. Cradling her in a hug that kept them bound together as he rolled to one side, removing his weight, yet still enveloping her in a cocoon of strength, love, protection and possession.

After a couple of minutes she finally spoke, "I Love You Too."

She felt him stretch out beside her, one taunt muscle thigh inserting itself between hers, a hand cupping her breast, gently kneading it as his mouth devoured hers with more and more erotic passion.

"I will always love you," he spoke against her lips, a husky claim, reinforced by his hand gliding down over her stomach, fingers weaving through the silky curls at the apex of her thighs, stroking intimately, making her gasp as he aroused an explosion of exquisite yearning again.

"Again," she smiled as she felt him began to harden.

"Always for you. I want to make love to you forever, you are the only one that has ever made me feel this way." He murmured, trailing cool kisses down her throat. "I want to taste you and be with you forever."

"Then let it be," she told him knowing what he was asking. Willow was so lost in the passion she didn't care what she was agreeing too. She just wanted to be his forever.

His mouth closed over her breast, drawing it into a wild rhythmic threshing that was suddenly echoed by a more invasive stroking, an internal caress, a teasing tantalizing slide and glide that had her once again aching for more.

He moved his mouth to her other breast, sucking harder, tugging in a crescendo of possession given and taken as she writhed to the intense pleasure of his knowing touch. Mindless to anything but the fantastic sensations racing through her. She cried out an anguished protest when he withdrew from her. Heaving himself down her body, he instantly forged an even more intimate connection, kissing her as deeply there as he had her mouth, his lips covering other pleasure-swollen lips, his tongue seeking sweeter nectar.

A fiercer pleasure screamed through her, driving her frantic as she felt the tension of it building towards the flood of another powerful climax. "No… no…I want you…" she sobbed, hand grabbing his hair, pulling hard.

He rose like a dark force of shimmering energy and surged into her, filling the need and rocketing her into a convulsive wave of ecstatic satisfaction. Her legs wrapped around him, holding him deep within, basking in the sweet tidal flow he had set in motion.

But he didn't drive it to the end as she expected. He maintained the full union with her, letting the awareness of it throb acutely through both of them as he propped his body over hers, his chest brushing the extended peaks of her breasts, his eyes blazing into hers with a furnace of feeling.

His arms burrowed under her and he rolled, turning onto his back and carrying her so that she straddled him, with his cock still inside of her, waiting for her to go beyond passive acceptance. He was giving her the freedom to express her desire. Her need for him.

She wanted to touch him, to caress and excite and tantalize and arouse him to the same incredible pitch of pleasure that would rip all control apart and plunge them both into the same beautiful sea of ecstatic release.

She tasted, licked, kissed, stroked, wherever desire took her, all the time consciously keeping him inside her, voluptuously rolling around him, sliding forward and backwards, feeling every inch of him enveloped and squeezed, released and teased.

She exhaled when she heard him take an unneeded breath, when she felt his body quiver, when a husky growl escaped from his throat. Her own pleasure continued to come in waves with the movement she manipulated herself, but the best of it came when he could stand no more of being
taken.

He erupted into action, heaving her back onto the pillow, gathering her to him, plunging himself hard and fast as though his survival depended upon it, a violent, primitive mating.

Angelus went into game face when he felt that they were both close. He bit into her neck, not taking enough blood to change her, knowing if he did she would not be the same person he fell in love with. He pulled back and looked into her eyes seeing confusion. He took his fingernail and scratched the side of his neck and urged her to drink, which she did gently at first but as they both continued to climb the waves of pleasure she began to nibble on his neck. They moved together as one until they hit their peak. A peak of such fierce jubilation that left them both reveling in their ultimate togetherness.
 

~~chapter six~~

<What kind of fuck up dream was that!> Willow thought as she was  jolted awake from her sleep. The first thing she noticed was that she  was on a bed that had silk sheets.

<Wait a minute, I don't have silk sheets>

The next thing she noticed was the cold hard body lying next to her.  Then all the memories of the night before came flooding back to her. <OK, not a dream .....but if I don't open my eyes... it might go  away> she thought wishfully.

Angelus moved slightly which startled Willow who lay very still, hoping that he would remain asleep. He moved again in his sleep which prompted Willow to turn her head and nervously look at him. She couldn't break her own gaze as she stared down at his body.  His majestic body had given her more pleasure than she could ever imagine possible. He was built like a God.  Suddenly it hit her, she had slept with Angelus, her worst enemy.
<Eek!> she squeaked as she jumped and tried to get out of bed. That was when she felt Angelus move again.  He turned over quickly and tried to grab her wrist but she was too fast and managed to snatch it away as she bolted out of bed.  Willow looked around desperately for her clothes, once locating them, she started picking up the garments and trying to put them back on. Angelus however hadn't been asleep at all. He had been watching his new Mate rest peacefully the whole time and he noticed the minute her heart rate speed up indicating that she was slowly waking up.
"Willow get back into bed. Now." he snarled at her as he sat up fixing her with a menacing look.

"No! I'm not getting back into bed with you ever again. What we did and what we are doing is wrong," she spat out angrily.

He stood from the bed and walked towards her. Willow stopped picking up her clothes and watched him, her breath catching in her throat. He was completely naked. Angelus closed his eyes and took a deep unneeded breath. When he opened them, they were glazed and had a look of such fierce desire that it shocked her. <I wish he wouldn't look at me like that. I'm not made of stone> she thought as she tried to stop her mind thinking about the passionate sex they had shared last night.

She was so absorbed in her memories that she didn't even notice that he was standing in front of her, until he put his arms around her neck and twisted her head around so that she had no choice but to look directly into his eyes.

"Why don't you come back to bed, Willow," he asked her again. "This is not wrong. I can feel it and you can to. Don't try to deny it. Your are now my Mate. Forever."

"We can't do this," she said.

"We can and we will," he spoke firmly, looking into her eyes as his fingers played across her skin "Now. Go. Back To. Bed." he ordered.

She covered his busy fingers with her hands and trapped them against her chest.

<That's probably the wrong place for his hands to be> she groaned inwardly as she meet his gaze. As their eyes locked it was like he knew what she was thinking because his fingers began trying to caress her breasts.  She covered his hands in hers and held them there firmly. He grinned suddenly and withdrew his hands.

"What are you doing?" she asked helplessly as he picked up her clothes from around her and threw them across the other side of the room.

"Seducing you into staying," he smirked.

"This isn't what you want. I can't be your mate," she pleaded, trying to get a grip on her emotions.

"Do you love me, Willow?" he asked honestly.

"I do love you. I just don't think that I should love you," she answered. His heart would have turned over and flip flopped if it were still beating. Tears pooled in her eyes and slowly cascaded down her cheeks.

"I really do," she whispered.

He didn't say anything, his head was bent down trying to hide his emotions as he took the opportunity to study and admire her long silky smooth legs. He slowly lifted his head, his eyes staring deeply into hers. He felt like he was drowning in jade. He brought his lips down onto hers and kissed her passionately.

"Mine," he growled then picked her up into his arms and took her back to the bed.

He laid her down and covered his body with hers as he kissed her mouth, eyelids and neck. His fingers began tracing patterns gently down the side of her breasts and down to her waist.

So beautiful," he moaned almost reverently. "You don't have to deny what you feel toward me. Just let everything go. We can have the perfect life together and you will never want for anything. I can make it so that I'm the only thing that you would ever need and I will always be glad to give it to you. Mate."

Just as he was getting ready to kiss and slowly devour her, he heard the sound of loud knocking, someone was pounding on the front door. The noise continued. "Who could that be?" Angelus growled out as he reluctantly pulled himself away from her body. He quickly got dressed and went to answer the door, vowing a painful and bloody death to the poor misfortunate idiot that dared disturb him during his Willow time.

***

Angelus angrily flung open  the front door and froze on the spot when he saw who was standing before him.  It took him a couple of seconds to conjure up the ability to speak. He walked out onto the porch fighting the feeling of intense anger, the likes of which he had not felt in centuries.

"Darla what the hell are you doing here" he spat out. Further more how did you know that I was back in Ireland. I never told you about this place."

"Well my boy.. that crazy childe of yours has been singing and dancing for the past month about how her daddy was coming back to be a family again. Then a few days ago she said that the stars told her that you were here in Ireland at this very spot and I had to make sure for myself that my favorite childe was back. Maybe she isn't as crazy as we think," she smirked at him as she threw herself into his arms.

Angelus was getting ready to push Darla away, before he got the chance she growled at him and stepped back. "You reek of the slayers friend, the little red head witch. Why is that Angelus? Does my boy have a new toy and he's not telling me."

"It none of your business Darla. No I don't have a new toy I have a mate and I …," before he could get the last part out she pushed past him and ran towards the front door of his home before being stopped by the invisible barrier.

Darla vamped out and snarled then tried to break on through the barrier especially when she spotted Willow walking towards the front door. Willow was coming down to see what Angelus had been yelling about and nearly screamed when she saw the vamped out Darla. Judging by the venomous look on the vampires face Willow was positive it was not a friendly visit on behalf of the neighborhood welcoming committee.

Angelus had changed into full game face when Darla pushed past him but his rage intensified ten fold when he realized who Darla's intended target was. His Willow. He grabbed Darla's arm, "Stay inside Willow." he yelled as he physically threw Darla off the front porch. "You are not welcome here
Darla! Never come here again. If you ever try to hurt my mate I will stake you ! Again." he threatened angrily.

Darla stared at him in disgust, "Mate. You called that pathetic human your mate. Well Angelus I know you all to well. You will get tired of your little toy and you will get careless and when you do I will be there. Waiting."

With that said Darla disappeared into the night.

Angelus calmed down then turned and walked back into the house, to his mate who hadn't moved an inch since her encounter with a very angry sire.

"Are you alright Willow." he asked taking her hand and leading her back into the bedroom.

"Yeah I'm just a little shocked at the moment," she told him.

He sat her down on the bed and began to remove his clothes then he removed hers.

"Angelus, do I have to worry about becoming a midnight snack?" she asked him.

"Not as long as you are with me," he purred out as he pushed her down onto the bed.

Their loving making was slow and passionate.

***

As they lay together the next morning Angelus looked at Willow and said. "We are going shopping tonight. I'm going to buy you a whole new wardrobe."

"For what?" she asked looking back at him. "My clothes are not good enough for you."

"Yes their perfect but I would love to see you in anything less fuzzy and definitely more leather" he purred as he leaned down to claim her lips in a fierce kiss. He growled and was getting ready to climb on top of her when Willow pushed him to the side and sat up.

"No you don't. Not now," she said.

"Why not Willow, I need you," he panted.

Willow smiled and said, "Yeah I know baby but I need some food."

He groaned and rolled out of bed. "Well I guess that means, I have to cook."

"Wait a minute you have food here."

"Of course. I called the day before we left and had them stock my refrigerator because I didn't  want you to leave for any reason during the day," he told her.

"Great. That does mean you have to cook," she informed him.

"What would you like to eat?" he smiled suggestively. Willow had no doubt what Angelus would have liked to serve her!

"Anything I'm starving," she told him. "I just have to go to the bathroom and freshen up."

Angelus put on his pants, turned to Willow and gave her a kiss then strutted into the kitchen to start cooking Willows breakfast.
 

~~part seven~~

Angelus had taken Willow shopping like he promised, as she had never been on a shopping spree before. He had bought her clothes consisting off every type of leather there was. From leather pants, boots, jackets, shirts even her bra and panties were made from leather. Willow was allowed to browse and although some of her choosing was not what Angelus wanted, he purchased them for her. However he had final approval and in the end her new wardrobe consisted of mainly his choices.

Willow didn't mind the new look, however she was just not use to wearing those types of clothes. Angelus assured her that she looked hot and good enough to eat and Willow blushed knowing that he meant it literally!

The more time Willow spent with Angelus and the more she got to know him, she realized that he was the perfect guy…vampire for her.

***

Three Month Later - LA

"No Cordelia I haven't heard from them yet," Giles told her from the other end of the phone.

"They shouldn't have been gone this long. They were only supposed to be doing research on a demon and coming straight back. That was three
months ago."

"Have they called," Giles asked clearly concerned.

"No. Not even a card or an email. I hope nothing has happened to them," she told him, tears forming in her eyes.

"Me too." Giles sighed and continued. "You say that Wesley called the watcher in Paris last week and he told him that there wasn't any demon three months ago that need to be researched."

"Yes, but why would Angel lie like that. They left on New years eve the night Willow…Shit," Cordelia groaned.

"What is Cordelia?" Giles inquired.

"That night Willow was going to perform a spell that would make Angel's soul permanent. That was the night that they left. You don't think something went wrong do you Giles?" she asked.

"What type of spell?" he mumbled, his stomach suddenly grabbed with ice-cold fear.

"I really don't know. Willow said she found it and she asked Angel if she could perform the spell. But then I don't know if they got the chance to perform the spell or not because I left to get changed. When I came back for the party I found a note saying that they were leaving and would be back soon."

"Cordelia try to find out what spell she performed and let me know and I will call the watcher in Paris and tell him to keep an eye out for them. Don't worry. We will find them," he told her firmly.

"Ok, Giles bye," Cordelia hung up and began trying to recall her conversation with Willow.

"Bye Cordelia," he responded as he hung up the phone and started to look for anything that would lead him to what type of spell Willow would have used.

***

Sunnydale 3 hours later.

"What's wrong Giles," Buffy asked as she walked out of the kitchen.

"It seems that Angel and Willow are missing."

"What do you mean missing." she exclaimed.

"Well Cordy said that they were going to go to Paris and do some research on a demon. They were supposed to come right back that was apparently three months ago. Cordelia then informed me that the night they left Willow was trying to do a spell to anchor Angel's soul but she don't know what type of spell was used."

At the sound of Angels name, Buffy felt the hurt in the knowledge that the first love of her life was now missing. "What do you want me to do?" she asked him.

"Nothing for now. Not until I find out what spell Willow used and then we are going to have to set out to find them."

"Ok," was all she said while she sat down on the couch beside Giles.

He looked at her and said, "We will find them."

Buffy only nodded as she stood announcing that she was going patrolling, mainly to shake off some of the stress she was feeling. She didn't like the idea of not doing anything especially when it came down to her boy…ex boyfriend and her best friend.

Giles only nodded and went to look up the number to get into contact with the watcher in Paris.

***

Ireland

A curtain of darkness blanketed the city. All respectable people had long since abandoned their evening pursuits for the safety and comforts of their beds. Hollow silence echoed from within the shops.

And so it was Angelus and Willow who made their way through the deserted streets. Angelus decided to show her the sights. They had been here for a month and they had only been out once and that was when they went shopping. Since then every time they wanted to go out they never made it. He would usually end up seducing Willow or the other way around, but tonight was a good night to be out.

Prowling the dark streets of Ireland on foot was admittedly a peculiar pleasure but one Angelus had indulged during his time as a human and vampire.

The night sky was clear and cloudless. Although the moon was partial, it provided ample light. It was not a timid fog, the kind that curled softly around corners and seeped between passage ways, but a bold, assertive fog that rolled over the city, wrapping everything it touched in a shimmering, shifting blanket of glistening silver. This was home for Angelus.

Willow didn't know that Ireland was such an interesting place, filled with beauty and mystery. She was beginning to love it.

As they made their way back home he heard Willow sigh.

"What's wrong Willow" Angelus asked trying to keep the worry from his voice.

"Nothing. I was just thinking about everyone back in Sunnydale, like my friends and family." she replied reassuringly.

"Why?" he asked hating the way he knew where this conversation was heading.

"Because I know they are worried about us not returning and they are probably out there, looking for us at this very moment," she told him getting a little mad at his indifference towards her friends.

"What do you want to do Willow?" he asked with a sigh.

"I just want to let them know that we are alright and inform them about what happened to you." She took a deep breath and said, "And about our relationship. I know that they are going to be furious but Buffy…"

At the sound of the slayers name Angelus growled and grabbed Willows arm and turned her so that she could see the truth in his words.

"I don't give a damn what your friends or that damn slayer think. I trust you Willow .I really do. You can email them or call for all I care but if they intervene and try to take you away from me I promise I will kill them without a…"

His line was cut off by something hard hitting him on the back of the head. Willow screamed as she saw Angelus fall to the ground. She then felt someone grab her around the waist.

One of Darla minions had knocked Angelus out giving her a change to grab Willow and take off at a speed so fast that everything went past Willow in a blur.

"Darla," Angelus snarled out.  He got up off the ground pushing the minion away like he was made from paper as he took off with lightning speed after her. She moved faster than he had ever remembered but his mate was at risk. He had to keep running.

Angelus was cursing his stupidity at having lost the element of surprise. He sprinted after her, chasing her down the street and into an alley. He almost lost her as she disappeared into the swirling fog. Darla was closer than expected, only two arm lengths away.

Angelus doubled his speed. <I'm coming Willow>

His triumph abruptly dissipated as a large shape suddenly loomed in the foggy mist before them. A horse. Darla had a horse wanting.

<Damn it> he cursed.

Darla leaped for her mount dragging Willow behind. Angelus lunged after her in a flying tackle, throwing his arm forward to catch hers before she hit the saddle. But he was too late. He felt the brush of her feet against his fingertips, the coarse hair of the horse's tail slapping him in the face, then nothing. He fell hard, sliding headlong against the damp cobblestones.

The thunder of the horse's hooves echoed in the distance. Angelus let out a dark oath, followed almost immediately by a bark of laughter. "I told you, you would mess up my boy," Darla mocked him as she rode away. At least there was a bright side: he hadn't been hurt. Growling as he rose he must be losing his touch. He couldn't even catch Darla.

Angelus was about to take off again when the minion he had pushed away jumped him from behind. They both fell to the ground with the minion on top of him. Angelus was able to buck him off as he stood and without a moment's hesitation he grabbed the minions head and twisted it off without a second thought.

With the minion distracting him he had lost sight of Darla and his mate.

After a couple of minutes of deliberation about where she would take Willow, it hit him. He took off in the direction in which Darla had gone hoping that whatever Darla had planed she didn't have time to complete it yet.

***

Making it to his destination in record time his gaze strayed to the castle that he had stayed in centuries ago. Angelus bolted for the door and threw it open.  He scanned the room looking for any minions or Darla. Not sensing anyone he walked in only to be stopped by a sound. That's when he saw her, whimpering huddled in a tight ball beneath a corner.

He could smell the fear rolling off her in waves.

"Willow are you alright," he asked gently.

She didn't move. She only whimpered and grabbed her legs tighter.

He walked up to her carefully not knowing what trap Darla had set up for him.

<Why would she kidnap her only to leave her out in the open> he thought as he walked over to her and bent down next to her. He grabbed her clutching her against his chest trying his best to soothe her. Then he smelled it. He thought that was it, from the moment he stepped in the door but he was not sure. <Blood>

Willow's blood was on the collar of her shirt; he moved it to the side to find bite marks on her neck that were not his. Rage ran through his body as he found out that the bite mark was made by Darla. He began to notice Willows' heartbeat was slowing down. With no time to waste he picked her up and walked up to a window. He used his strength, knocking out the glass, thrusting his torso through the space, and peered below.

Running all the way back to their home he sat Willow down on the bed stripping her out of her clothes.

"Willow honey are you alright," he asked nervously

She moaned and opened her eyes but they closed right back.

"Willow you didn't drink from them did you,"

"I had to or I would have died," she said breathless.

Angelus picked her up and sat her in his lap. He took his fingernail and cut his throat.

"Drink from me, Willow. Darla may be older but you had my blood before hers and it will make you stronger and you will always be my mate"

"But I don't want to be evil Angelus."

"You won't." He assured her before he pulled her face up to his neck as she latched onto him, drinking heavily.

As she drank from him, Angelus began to chant in Gaelic. He was performing a spell he remembered Angel reading one day. Angel had memorized it just in case one of his friends was seriously hurt and he had to turn them.  He didn't want them to be evil.

Angelus didn't want Willow to be evil. He fell in love with this Willow not the demon she would become. If he had wanted her evil he would have turned her the first time they were together.

As Angelus finished the spell he pulled Willow away from his neck only to find her in a deep sleep.

***

Angelus gaze drifted from his book back to the redhead for perhaps the third time She hadn't moved since he performed the spell five hours ago. He was beginning to worry about her when he saw her move a little.

He sighed and took his eyes off his mate and turned back to the book. He still couldn't understand why Darla wanted Willow turned.

Willow opened her eyes and felt how everything was different. Her sight, sound, and she had a hunger that she never had before. Willow knew that she had been turned but she still had a soul. <Angelus had to have done this> she thought as she sat up. Her eyes went straight to her mate in the chair reading and all of a sudden the hunger was replace by desire. She wanted him now. Willow got out of bed and started walking towards him and that's when his gaze drifted back to her.

Angelus had sensed movement in the room; he looked up from his book to find his mate walking towards him with a look of pure lust in her eyes. She wanted to be noticed and she was doing a very good job of it because his body was beginning to respond. Her motions were too deliberate and dramatic to be interpreted any other way. It was an altogether performance. Her presence alone was enough to command his attention. He couldn't help but notice her. For several reasons.

First and foremost was her appearance itself. Every inch of his mate was dazzling feminine perfection, from the top of her elaborate hair to her toes. Her skin seem to glow for some reason, her eyes were as rich and intoxicating as ever.  And her body was sculpted as though every inch had been deliberately crafted to satisfy his most vivid fantasy.

"Are you hungry, Willow?"

"Very hungry baby. But not for food," she told him as she stalked closer to him.

Angelus almost felt something that he hadn't felt since he had been turned into a vampire. Fear and anticipation of another vampire. But he loved the arousal it caused in him.

"Are you inviting me in, sweetheart?" he smirked

She stopped in front of him and bent down looking him in the eyes. "Hmm." Reaching up, she touched one flat male nipple, and then she flicked her tongue across it. She marveled at his shudder, her power to touch him with such a small gesture, his power to touch her.

"I'm inviting you in." Slowly, watching his gaze follow her, she slid her fingers between her legs and felt the moisture signaling her readiness.

His groan followed him down as he covered her mouth with his. She opened her mouth to him, welcomed his hot need, and met it with her own.

He pulled back taking an unneeded breath. "You need to feed Willow."

"I will," she said pulling him back to her. "Later," was all she said before she began to kiss him.

Skimming her hands down his back, she grabbed his buttocks, gloried in the clenched tension of his muscles, the soft moan against her lips.

"Touch me, Angelus. Everywhere. Feel my need, my love. He trailed kisses over her jaw and down the side of her neck. She couldn't concentrate, couldn't think. And when he took her nipple into his mouth, rolled his tongue over it, then nipped gently, she thought she'd scream with raw  sensation.

When he abandoned her nipple, she tried to pull his head down to her again, but he resisted.

Grabbing her around the waist he stood so that they both was standing. He slid her down his body as her sensitized skin registered smooth flesh and the hard ridge of his erection.

Instinctively she spread her legs, wanting him inside her.

"Please…" she moaned.

"Soon, Baby." He promised.

She groaned. He kissed a path up her leg, and when he slid his tongue along the inside of her thigh, she clutched convulsively at his shoulders as she felt his muscles bunch beneath her fingers.

She waited breathlessly for what was coming. Knowing, wanting so badly that tears slid down her cheeks. He was torturing her and she knew it.

He touched her with his mouth. She cried out at the exquisite sensation as his tongue found and stroked the swollen nib that would send her into uncontrolled spasms. Angelus knew that she was close, he could taste her release coming.

Grasping his hair, she pulled, forcing him up until he towered over her. Reaching between their bodies, she cupped him, letting the weight of him, the realness, flow through her. The she ran her fingers along the length of his arousal, finally closing her hand around him, tightening her grip. Feeling the throb of his life force, his groan of pleasure-agony.

"I can't wait, baby." Each word was a tortured gasp. "I wanted it to be long and sweet, but I need you too much." For just a moment, time froze as she looked up at her first lover. "I love you, Angelus, and I want you inside me so deep I'll never lose you. Long and sweet can wait for next time when I can taste you, put my lips around you and.."

He stopped her litany of "next time" with a kiss, and he nudged her thighs further apart then plunged deep within her. She rose to meet him with a primal cry of joy, forever wiping out any memories before this moment.

His motion was the rhythm of the sea, the pledge flinging her to the crest of higher and higher waves until she touched the stars. Angelus felt her walls clutch at him like an iron glove and he knew she was close.

She cried as her orgasm hit her hard. Angelus waited until her orgasms were over before he took his own pleasure. She heard him growl and she felt him bite into her neck at the same time as he released his cool seed into her, which sent her into another orgasm as she bit into the side of his neck. Angelus pulled back and growled and allowed her to drink from him.

Willow pulled away. They looked deep in each other's eyes and became mesmerized by the desire and completeness they saw. Then Angelus pulled out of her and lay beside her, his arms wrapped around her.

"So, I don't have to ask if you are alright with being a vampire" he smiled gently.

"No I love it."

"Do you want to go feed Willow."

"No Angelus. I just had a satisfying snack."

He smiled and kissed her on the bite mark he had just given her. Willow turned on her side and allowed him to pull her further into his embrace. They both went into a deep sleep. They would discuss the new situation at a later date.

~~part eight~~

"I told you I was coming for you Willow. You turned him against me. That's why I turned you. I will kill you."

Willow was wakened by someone talking to her. She recognized the voice and felt its venom, however her mind struggled to understand what she was doing here. In Willow and Angelus bedroom. Willow slowly opened her eyes and scanned the room, desperately trying to locate the source of the voice, she shivered feeling the invasive presence of someone in her home. Willow tried to sit up to get a better look but found that she was actually chained to the bedpost. <I have to be dreaming. Oh Goddess I hope I'm dreaming> she thought frantically as she desperately tried to loosen or break through the chains that bound her wrists. The intruder, who had been taunting her, studied her futile attempts and felt it was the right time to make her true presence felt. She walked out of the corner shadow, cockily strolling out into the open space of the room towards Willow with her game face firmly etched upon her features.

"Darla," Willow yelled clearly panicked.

"Yes Willow, well done " Darla mock applauded. "I told him that he would get tired of you. I took his sweet little human Willow away. I hadn't counted on the soul part but it doesn't matter. I'll just have to kill you. Again." Darla taunted her. " Then Angelus will be all mine, and things will go back to the way they should be. With him right by my side. And in my bed" she smirked. " I suppose your wondering where Angelus is? " she asked. Willow had remained mute during Darla's tirade but she found her voice and asked quietly, "Where is he Darla. What did you do to him?"

"Why Willow, why do you think I've done something to my darling boy?" Darla asked in a tone filled with mock innocence.

"Because he would never leave me" Willow answered simply. Darla glared and tried to shake off the effect that simple comment had on her. She smiled sweetly at Willow as she turned behind her and pointed to the wall where an unconscious Angelus was chained and bleeding.

"Angelus," Willow screamed out in fear.

"He can't help you Willow. I can do anything I want to you and he can't do anything to stop it. Your totally at my mercy" she sneered savagely. She turned and walked over to the fireplace and picked up a branding iron with the letter D on it. She held the iron up and watched the red tip completely mesmerized. " I brought this just for you Willow, I hope you like it. Now you will be my property," she said menacingly as she advanced slowly to the bed. Willow had begun to frantically try and free herself from the chains, but she knew it was useless. She watched helplessly as Darla placed the scalding hot iron on the outside of her thigh. Willow screamed in agony as she felt her flesh begin to burn and that's when she jerked awake, terrified and shaking. She quickly hopped out of bed and clutched her thigh as she tried to calm down.

"Willow, are you alright?" Angelus demanded as he jumped out of bed ready to fight, knowing that his Willow was in trouble. Noticing that there wasn't any trouble he relaxed a little and walked beside her and gathered her in his strong embrace, wanting desperately to comfort her and stop her bodies violent shaking.

"Yeah. I'm all right. I was having a nightmare about Darla branding me. I thought that after becoming a vampire I wouldn't have dreams like that."

Angelus knew that she wasn't all right because she was still shaking and clinging to his body. He began to stroke her hair with his free hand.

"No Willow, you still dream. That is one thing that is not taken from you. Don't worry Willow, I promise that she will never hurt you again. I promise." he said soothingly.

She laid her head against his chest, over his unbeaten heart, and held it there, as if waiting for it to start beating. They stood wrapped in each other's embrace both comfortable in the silence. Willow was the first to speak, "These couple of months with you have been like a dream. Tomorrow I will wake up. If I do wake up let it be with the whole story, and not with the sense of something left undone. A dream interrupted before its conclusion, never to be finished."

Her echo of his own thoughts sent a shiver of intense awareness up his neck, like nothing he had ever felt before. He knew himself to be on the edge of an emotional precipice, and to block out the danger he sensed there, he fell back on the solid reality of two bodies alone in a room, two vampires.

He dug his hands deeper into her hair and bent down and kissed her, using his weight to push her back to the bed until she lay beneath him, one of his knees between hers. Her hands began on his chest and slowly worked their way up to wrap around his neck.

Angelus knew that she needed this intimacy and he was going to try to satisfy her. He captured her hands and pinned them above her head and
kissed her, slowly and deeply, letting her feel his weight on her, his control.

His free hand went to the hem of her nightgown upwards to her thigh, which was smooth and supple beneath his hand as he slowly slid his way to her panties. The thin cotton stretched tight across her mound and was already damp to his touch. He massaged a slow circle against her, and her thighs parted, begging him for more.

He moved his mouth, nipping and sucking his way down her neck, licking along her collarbone and then over the rise of her breast, half-exposed by the twisted neckline. He found her nipple through the grown and he pinched it gently between his teeth, nibbling at her as his fingers pushed aside the crotch of her panties and sank into the humid, rough curls, finding the tender, smooth folds of flesh hidden within the springy covering.

Willow groaned and shut her eyes as Angelus stroked her, her arms still stretched above her, offering herself. She felt as is she were one of those chocolate sculptures, melting to Angelus touch, willing him to consume her with his mouth. The last of her reservation gave way as his finger tip played at her opening, dipping slightly within, then in one long smooth slide entering her completely, make her arch against the palm of his hand.

Willow growled loudly trying to break his grip on her hands but he increased the pressure on her keeping them in place.

He smiled and withdrew his finger and gripped her nightgown and with one fluid motion her tore it to shreds repeating the procedure with the panties.

"From now on you don't sleep in any clothes, not when you're with me, not ever" he growled out at her as she tried to once again move her hands.

She felt a quiver inside her grow stronger. He slid his hands across her thighs then around her back to hold her lightly against him. He kissed her gently, biting her lip drawing blood as she once again growled as he kissed her deeper, running his tongue over the now healing bruise.

He moved down releasing her hands to kiss her belly with small kisses, painting little trails with his tongue down where her curls began. She felt his fingers as they opened her up like a flower to his touch and tongue. Damn! her mate was talented.

She moaned a quiet sound of pleasure in the back of her throat that she had never made before. He tasted the length of her, slowly at first, then faster. He took the nub of her arousal between his lips, his tongue working the tender flesh in and out as he sucked against her. The moan rose in her throat, her back arching off the bed.

After he felt her coming down from her orgasm he moved over her and was getting ready to position himself on top of her, only to have her wrap her legs around him and using her strength to flip them both so that now he lay on his back with her straddling his hips.

She smiled down at him and bent down to kiss his neck. Angelus smiled back and closed his eyes and groaned. She kissed her way down to his chest taking one of his male nipples in her mouth as she bit down drawing blood, which cause him to buckle against her but she didn't move. Willow liked the effect that she had on him and she smiled again as she made her way to his navel licking it as she continued down towards his cock.

Willow had never done this before so she didn't really know how but she had a good idea of how to please him. She grabbed it with one hand and bent down and licked the pre cum that had leak from it. She then took the head of his cock into her mouth drawing out a growl from the dark haired vampire. Willow knew that he must have liked that, so she took as much of him as she could into her mouth.

Angelus was going crazy, she was just learning but she was doing an incredibly good job. It took all of his strength not to move too much, not until she got the hang of it. Willow began to bob her head up and down on his cock taking him in deeper and deeper until she had his full length in her mouth. She was glad she didn't have to breathe anymore, as was Angelus.

She pulled back and did it again. That was almost Angelus undoing as he grabbed her head to stop her. Willow looked at him confused and asked, "What, wasn't I any good."

"You are to good baby but I have other plans for you."

He laid her back down and kissed the side of her neck as he lay against her, forcing her thighs around his waist. He looked into her eyes and held them there, he then reached down with her own hand and guided him to her and entered her in one motion making both of them moan. He watched her as he thrust with her, altering his movement according to what he saw on her face. He then brought his body and twisted fully into her as he thrust harder. She was aware of nothing but the rippling contractions of pleasure as her second orgasm approached. Angelus knew that he would never get tired of having his mate.

As the last waves gripped her, he pulled out and turned her onto her stomach and forced her onto her hands and knees. She felt him stretching her as they had never done it this was, filling her and she moaned again as he began his slow thrusts as the angle and her body's tight sheathing of him brought them both close to release. They began to move faster and he felt his own pleasure approaching making him go into game face. He grabbed her and pulled her up and bit into her neck. The position brought comparison to that of lions mating, the male holding the female in place with his teeth, keeping her under control while he took her. He removed his fangs and growled out as he came to his own summit, grabbing her tightly against him, her name a muffled cry against her neck.

He pulled out of her and he laid down taking her with him. They lay there looking at each other as she gazed into his eye's she knew that he would not let any harm come to her.

As she drifted off the dream was drawing to a end, but it had been the sweetest she had ever known.

***

Willow drank the last bit of blood out of the mug as she typed away at the computer. Angelus had tried to take her hunting but having a soul it didn't feel right killing so he always brought her blood back and stored it for her. She knew it was human but tried not to think about it.

Willow felt him as she did every time his presence was near. "Good morning sleepy head," she called over her shoulder not looking back as she continued typing.

"Good morning baby," he answered as he walked over and bent down to give her a short kiss.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Oh I'm sending Cordelia an email letting her know that we are alright and we are not coming back and asking her to pass on the message to Giles."

"Are you going to tell them about us and you being a vampire."

"Yes I think I should tell them about us and being a vampire. I don't have anything to be ashamed off. I will tell them about Darla and the spell that you did to save me from being evil. I just hope that they understand."

"I'm sure they will," he tried to assure her as he watched her click send on the email and then begin to shut down the computer.

"Know what should we do?" she asked turning to face him.

"Well I have a couple of things we can do but I only eally want to do one," he told her as he grabbed her out of the chair and put her over his shoulder walking towards the bedroom.

"Put me down Angelus," she yelled out laughing as she struggled to get down.

"Never," he said as he opened the door to the bedroom and let it slam shut.

***

"Wesley it's an E-mail from Willow and Angel," Cordelia yelled out as she began to read it out loud.

The first thing I would like to say is that I'm sorry to all of you and Angel. On the day that I preformed the spell to make his soul permanent it backfired and Angelus returned. I was tortured by him and taken away against my will.

However I have come to know the demon that is Angelus and I found myself falling in love with him. The attraction between us has grown steadily into love and I must confess that sometimes I'm still a little confused about all that has happened between us. But I am certain of one thing, he loves me, as much as a demon can love. He has treated me well and we grow closer everyday. He does not do anything against my will and trust me Cordy I long for nothing, he provides me with all I could possibly want and more. He even helped me out with a new wardrobe, I can actually hear you sigh with relief at that!

However I do have something really serious to tell you. I'm a little scared of your reaction, not to mention how Giles and the gang will react. So here it goes....A couple of days ago Darla turned up out of the blue. She demanded that Angelus come back to her, when he refused she threatened to kill me.

Angelus tried his best to protect me from Darla but she came when we least expected it and kidnapped me. It's a long story one which I don't want to get into, but I was turned into a vampire. Please don't be upset, I'm actually fine. Angelus used an old Gaelic spell and I am in complete possession of my soul. So I am not evil, I'm still Willow only now I'm kinda the drinking-blood-instead of mocha-sun-allergic model. (Sorry I kinda hoped that a joke might ease some of the shock) I probably would not be here if it wasn't for Angelus so please don't be mad at him, he did all he could. He loves me and will never hurt me so please don't worry.

Now I have to say goodbye as we are never coming back. I need time to adjust and I cant face any of you right now, please forgive me for that. Give all my love to Giles and tell Xander that I will ring him and that I miss him and Buffy....well tell her I will write her sometime. Thanks Cordy I owe you one. I hope that we can still be friends.

Love always
Willow.

"Oh my God I…I can't believe it. Willow is a vampire and living with An….Angelus," Cordelia said as she looked up to see the shocked expression on Wesley's face.

"You're quite right Cordy, this is something that was never expected. Did she say where they are?" Wesley asked.

"No. I don't think that they want to be found."

"Right but I have a friend that can track down where the email came from, hopefully. Why don't you send a message back telling her we understand, as I try to get in contact with…God what is his name?"

"Gunn."

"Yeah that's it, I remember him helping Angel a while back on another case." Wesley froze before continuing "Cordy did you say Angelus was with Willow?"

"Yeah that's what she wrote."

"God. We have to find them and try to restore Angels soul as soon as possible," he said as he walked over to get his jacket and walked towards the lobby doors.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"To find Gunn," he answered as he grabbed the knob on the door to walk out.

"What do you want me to do after I e-mail Willow back?"

"Call Giles and let him know about Angel and Willow," was all he said before he exited the hotel and walked into the sunny streets of LA.

Cordelia e-mailed Willow back and called Giles as she was instructed to do.

***

"God this can't be happening," Giles said as he hung up the phone.

"What is it Giles?" Buffy and Xander asked in unison.

"They found them."

"They found Angel?" Buffy asked.

They all had been going crazy looking for them.

"Yeah they have found Angel and Willow," Giles said as he took off his glasses and began cleaning them as he continued, "But there is one problem."

"What is it?" Xander asked worriedly.

"Well, Willow is not so Willowy any more and Angel is once again Angelus," he informed them shakily.

"What! How did that happen?" Buffy demanded.

"From what Cordelia has told me the spell that Willow performed backfired and brought back Angelus. They are together now and Willow was turned into a vampire with a soul. They are both apparently fine but do not wish to come back anytime soon. If ever.

"Willow is a what? I don't believe that. I won't believe that," Xander yelled out as he sat down heavily on the couch in Giles apartment.

"Angelus turned Willow," Buffy said but the sound came out as a whisper.

"Yes. Bu..but is was to help her. Darla seems to be in the very same place and she tried to kill or change her. I'm guessing to hurt Angelus and he had no other choice but to do a spell to keep her soul intact," he told them as he moved to sit on the couch beside Xander.

"So what are we going to do?" Buffy asked.

"Nothing for now. Not until Wesley finds this Gunn character and they trace the e-mail and then we would know where to start."

"How about I start off killing Angelus," Buffy spat out.

"Huh, you couldn't do it before and you can't do it now," Xander told her bluntly.

"How about I start with you, Xander," she said stalking angrily towards him.

"Stop it you two. Fighting each other is not going to help," Giles informed them.

"No it won't but if she could have killed him before Willow wouldn't be a vampire," Xander angrily retorted.

Buffy just turned and walked towards the front door and walked out but not before yelling over her shoulder, "I'm going patrolling."

Xander looked at Giles lifting his eyebrow and said, "She's going patrolling in the middle of the day. What? They make vampire sunscreen now."

"Oh do shut up Xander," Giles replied as he got up and walked into his bedroom shutting the door behind him.

"I guess I'm the only person that thinks that she should have killed him," Xander said to an empty room as he got up and made his way out into the streets of Sunnydale.
 

~~part nine~~

Irleand

"So Darla's is back."

Willow heard a man ask Angelus as they sat and talked about what had happened to her. She stood at the door listening to them.

"Yes she is. The question is when is she going to strike again?" Angelus answered him.

The two men spoke in hushed undertones. "She'll come for her again. There's no doubt that she will try to use Willow to hurt me," Angelus murmured.

"So what do you want to do about it sire. We are going to have to go find her as soon as possible. She will strike again and soon so we can't too long. If the plan of scaring her doesn't work you will have to get Willow out of Ireland or kill her," he informed Angelus.

"I know. The longer we stay here the more danger Willow will be in. Darla is not the type of person you can scare easily" he sneered.

"When do we hunt her down then? " he inquired.

"Tonight," was all Angelus said before they both stood from the table and walked towards the door.

"Willow, baby, I have to go out. I want you to stay here in the house and don't let anyone in or go out "he demanded.

"What are you going to do to her?" she asked as she walked into the room towards the two men.

"Just show her a little pain and make her stay away from you that's all."

"I want to go."

"No Willow. You stay here."

"Why."

"Because I don't want to take the chance of you getting hurt. It shouldn't take too long."

"Please be careful!" she pleaded

"I promise baby." He smiled and gave her a promising kiss then he pulled back and said. "I love you," before exiting behind the mysterious stranger.

***

Two hours later Willow was sitting reading a book when a sudden rush of pain hit her, then as suddenly as it began it stopped. "Angelus," she screamed out before jumping up out of the chair and running into the night. Everything that Angelus had ordered her to do, like staying in the house vanished from her thoughts, as her mind sent panicked thoughts of her mate being hurt and in danger. She had to find him, the problem was she had no idea where to start looking. She ran into the night not knowing where she was going but her feet were taking over and she found herself running in a particular direction. Willow suddenly realized that she was running towards the old castle, the one in which Darla had taken her that fateful night.

Once she arrived she quietly pushed the door open, only to be startled by a voice " Come in Willow we've been expecting you".

Willow stood there and watched the vampire suspiciously as he gestured for her to come inside.

"Oh don't worry I'm not going to hurt you that's not my job. Milady told me that you would be coming and I was ordered to stay here until you arrived.

"Why?" she asked wanting desperately to charge inside as she could feel her mate. Angelus was in there.

"Because Angelus is here waiting for you."

At the sound of Angelus's name Willow walked in slowly wondering why Angelus would be waiting on her. He hadn't called her so she suspected that it might be a trap but she remembered the pain she felt and knew that she had no choice but to go and find him. Just to make sure that he was all right.

They walked down a long corridor and when they reached a large wooden door he looked at her and smiled, "He's in there."

The vampire left her. Willow grabbed the knob on the door and opened it, only to have her dead heartbreak at the sight of Darla sitting on Angelus's lap, kissing him. She walked closer to take a better look and noticed that he was kissing her back. She felt the waves of intense betrayal wash over her and cling heavily to her heart.

"You bitch," she choked out as she stood there in shock.

Angelus and Darla both turned and looked at Willow. Both were in their games faces and the shock finally wore off . Willow, blinded by tears turned and ran out of the room. Angelus's face changed the moment he saw Willow running out.

"Willow?" he whispered. "How did..." His words died as he blinked and saw Darla sitting on his lap. He tried to move only to be thwarted by the metal restraints around his arms.

"Darla what the hell did you do to me, you bitch," he growled out at her as she moved off him to stand.

"Magic can go a long ways my boy. You wanted that witch, so I became her and enchanted you. And now she will never talk to you again" Darla smirked in triumph.

"You had to use magic to try to seduce me and that is the only way you could ever have me."

"Pity. You fall in love with that pathetic excuse of a human and then you go and do something as stupid as making her your mate, you turn her into one of us and then you give her back her soul." She walked towards the door and opened it. "Seems like I will keep you tied up until you come to your senses. You are a demon Angelus and you deserve someone who is evil enough to be with you. Someone like me. That way we could do something incredible"

"And what would that be?" he growled at her.

"Take control off this place, be the rightful rulers, like you once tried in Sunnydale," she told him as she walked out and closed the door behind her.

Angelus struggled to get free but he knew that it was no use He was there to stay.

***

Willow had been running since she left the castle she didn't know where she was going she just wanted to get far away from Angelus as possible. She turned the corner and ran right into something unmovable.

She stopped and looked up at the person she had run into.

"Ello cutie."

"SPIKE!" Willow exclaimed. What the hell are you doing here?"

"I should ask you the same thing."

"I just caught that fucking mate of mine Angelus kissing Darla. Gods I want to kill him."

"He was what? Angelus doesn't even like Darla," he said, smiling at Willow's jealousy.

"Well he has a funny way of showing it," she snarled at him as she turned and walked away from him.

"Willow."

"What," she snapped back.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know. I can't go home because he might be there. I guess I will hide out some where until tomorrow night then I will leave this place." She said totally dejected.

"Why don't you come back to my place and stay until tomorrow and then I will help you leave." Spike didn't know why he had offered he just
needed to find out what happened to Angelus. When he told Willow that Angelus didn't even want Darla in that way, it had been the truth.
Something was definitely wrong, especially if Angelus was kissing Darla.

"I don't think so Spike you never liked me before why try to help me now?" she asked him.

"I always liked you Red. You are the only one out of that Slayer gang that I could stand. I only came around because I knew that you would be there. I will do anything to help my new mum and I know that Dru will be glad to meet her new mummy also"

"Mummy what do you mean new mummy?"

"You are Angelus mate which makes you our mum and us you childe." He smiled at the expression on her face. "Now come on I would never think about leaving you out here when you are hurting like this. Its not safe Willow."

Spike looked into her eyes, they were glossy but she hadn't been crying. He grabbed her arm and pulled her in the direction of his house.

***

To Willow they seemed to have walked for miles until they came across a small house off by itself. Spike walked in and invited her inside but she didn't move. He looked at her standing at the door and asked, "What is it Red"

"You are not going to invite Angelus here are you?"

"No, not unless you want me too. Now come on," he indicated for her to come in.

"Dru honey I'm back and I brought you a present," he called out as they walked over to the couch and sat down.

"I know," the dark haired vampire came from the back room. "The stars told me that you would bring the red tree here to help her." Dru looked into Willow's eye's and saw the pain reflected in them.

She sat beside Willow and said, "Daddy made you mad mommy. He hurt you but he didn't know he did " she babbled.

"Yes he did and I don't want to ever see him again".

"Red where is he now?" Spike asked.

"I left him at Darla castle on the hill on the other side of town."

Spike stood and walked towards the door and said, "I'll be back."

"Spike," she whispered to him.

"Yeah Red."

"You promise not to invite Angelus in here."

"I promise Red," he assured her as he walked out of the door and into the night.

"So what does mommy want to do," Dru asked.

"I just want to go and cry myself to sleep. He really hurt me Dru he really did. I trusted him and he did this to me," she cried out as she couldn't hold back the tears any more as they spilled down her cheeks.

"It's alright mommy, me and Spike will make it all better. Promise," Dru told her as she stood and took Willow's hand to pull her into a strong embrace.

After Willow calmed down a little, Dru lead Willow to a room and stayed in the room with her until she fell asleep.

"Bad daddy made mummy all barmy. It will be alright mummy," she said to a sleepy Willow as she stroked her cheek and walked out of the room.

***

Meanwhile Spike had made it to the castle and walked in with no problem since one time or another he had stayed there.

All the minions must be out hunting because there was no one around. Spike's senses led him to a door under the staircase, he would bet his undead life Angelus was there. He turned the knob and it opened to quickly for him so he entered with caution.

"Angelus," he whispered as he saw his sire struggling to break the chains.

"Spike what are you doing here?"

"Saving your ass. I know you aren't that crazy to come here alone?" he asked as he looked around for something to open the cuffs with.

"No I brought Mark with me but he was dusted before we could get in good."

"And how did you end up chained?"

"I was hit over the head by someone again and I woke up here."

Spike couldn't find anything to open the cuffs so he did the next best thing. He began to bend the iron rail back and forward until it finally broke into two pieces.

"Come on old man we don't have all day," he said as he slid the handcuffs over the bar.

Angelus jumped up from the bed, breaking the handcuffs off and they both walked out of the door. As they made it to it the front door they both thought that it had been too easy.

"Going somewhere lover," Darla asked as she walked down the stairs.

"I'm not your love and never will be again," he snarled out as he turned to walk out of the door.

"Angelus you think that she is going to let you back into her life. When you figure that out you will come back to the only person that you can come to. ME. So go and run after that…what ever she is and when she doesn't want you any more you can always come back to me where you will always be wanted."

"I would rather spend eternity in hell than be with you," he growled as he walked out and into the night with Spike close behind.

***

"What are you doing here," Angelus asked Spike as they walked down the streets of Ireland."

"Red told me where you were and I was coming here to kill you for breaking her heart for a bitch like Darla. But I see now that you weren't there of your own will.

"Willow, where is she?"

"She is at my house and she doesn't want to see you, Angelus."

"I have to talk to her, I wasn't doing anything wrong I tried to protect her and I thought Darla was Willow and she kissed me and I kissed her back." He sighed and continued, "You have to take me there Spike "

"I can show you where I stay Angelus but I can't invite you in."

"Why?"

"Because I promised Red I wouldn't"

" Ok lets go".

***
LA

"Did you find Gunn, Wesley?" Cordelia asked.

"No but I asked around and he is out of town for a while. I guess we are going to have to wait. I just hope that Willow at least calls so we can talk to her."

"So true." Cordelia told him as she picked up the phone.

"Who are you calling?"

"Giles to let him know that we have to wait. He told me to call him once you get back, to let him know our next step."

"Well it looks like we are at a stand still for right now," he told her.

"Yeah but we will find them," she told him as she picked up the phone to call Giles.

***

Ireland

As they made it to the house Spike walked in and turned to Angelus. "I guess this is where you stop. As much as I hate you and I think Red deserves someone better than you, I can tell that she must at least care about you to be hurt like this."

"I have to talk to her Spike."

"Go to the back of the house were the slide glass door is. That's the only other room that is made up besides mine, she should be there," Spike told him as he walked into the house and closed the door.

Willow was awakened by someone tapping on the glass door. She got up and walked to it moving the curtain out of the way. Willow nearly jumped when she saw who was on the other side of the door.

"Willow, baby I have to talk to you," Angelus pleaded.

"I don't want to talk to you Angelus now go away," she pulled the curtain back and walked over to the bed and laid back down.

"Willow I really need to talk to you."

"Why don't you go and talk to Darla." She yelled as she pulled the cover over her head to try and drown him out.

"I don't want Darla."

"And I don't want you," she told him as she jumped up from the bed, walked out of the room and slammed the door.

"Shit. I won't give up on you Willow," he said to himself. Angelus sighed and walked off. He had just enough time to get home before the dawn broke.

***

One Month Later

Angelus still hadn't talked to Willow. Spike was more loyal to her than to him. Neither Spike or Dru would let him in at all. He had tried and tried to talk to Willow and pleaded with her to forgive him every night through her glass door. Spike told him that he had talked her into staying there with him and Dru which he was happy about. But she never came out at night, Spike would always try to get her to talk to him and to forgive him, Willow would always say that she didn't want to talk to him and that she would never trust him again.

Angelus always hoped that she would get tired of being indoors and locked up and one night she would have to come out and tonight was the night she did. Willow was talked into going to a club with Dru and Spike but to Willow it was more like being dragged to the club. She didn't want to see Angelus and she knew that there was a bigger chance of running into him tonight.

Willow had been in the club for three hours at least two of those hours she thought about Angelus as she did everyday and night. Willow saw Dru and Spike stalking a meal so she left them to get a drink which was thirty minutes ago.

<Where the hell are they> she thought as she sat at the bar and order her fifth...sixth or tenth drink she couldn't keep count. Willow was finally loosening up a little when a man had to come and sit beside her and start bothering her with idle chit chat. She picked up on the fact that he was a vampire.

<Oh God not tonight> she thought as she finished her drink.

"Hi."

"Hello," Willow said dryly.

"What is your name miss?"

"Willow," she told him not really interested in anything that he had to say she just wanted to be left alone and she was beginning to wonder where the hell Spike and Dru disappeared too.

"My name is Jeffery. Can I buy you another drink?" he offered.

"No thanks."

"Well can I have a dance?"

"Oh I don't think so. I don't dance."

"Why? You look like you can dance come on just one short dance," he asked her as he grabbed her hand.

Willow heard someone growling behind her. "If you don't take your hand off my mate you will be leaving here tonight handless," Angelus spat out, his hands twitching to rip this guys head off his shoulders for even thinking about touching his Willow.

The man snatched his hands away and got up. "Sorry Angelus. I didn't mean to intrude." he stammered as he meekly backed away trying to avoid the evil glare Angelus was sending his way.

Willow still hadn't turned around since she knew who was behind her.

"Willow," he called out to her softly.

She jumped up of the stood quickly backing away, she put out a hand to protest his advance.

"Stay away from me."

"I don't want to, I can't Willow and you can't either."

"I'll scream."

"Not if I'm kissing you."

"Damn you, Angelus." But her lips began to tingle as though he was kissing her already and her voice had turned husky. She really missed him and she dreamt every night of making love to him over and over again.

"Damn us both, then," He whispered, following her retreat, "because you've made my life a living hell. Do you know how much liquor I've drunk to sleep in the day without you? Do you know how many times I've stayed outside Spike's house like a lovesick boy after you refuse to talk to me? Too much and too many. I want to be with you to make love to you again and if you're not sure you want that, I'm sure enough for both of us."

She'd come up against the wall. "What if I hate you for this."

"What if you love me instead? It's been long enough Willow, and I'm dying without you."

He bent down to try to kiss her but she moved and took off running only to have her arm caught roughly as she was pulled back and pushed up against the wall.

"Don't walk out on me Willow. I won't let you just end this. Tell me I'm forgiven." he demanded.

She shook her head.

"Maybe I could earn my way back into your heart," he murmured, a teasing heat in his words.

"No, never," was all she said before she snatched her arm away and walked out of the club.

He followed her all the way back to Spike's house but he grabbed her arm and turned her to face him before she had a chance to enter the house.

"How did you even know I was in that club. There are hundreds of clubs and pubs here, you just had to be in the one I was in."

"Spike told me."

"Where is he? I am going to kill him for this."

"They left the club an hour ago."

"What? You three set me up. God I can't stand you Angelus," she screamed at him as she tried to snatch her arm away but to no avail.

"Could you at least listen to me and if you still don't want me to stay here I will never bother you again," he pleaded with her.

Willow didn't know why she was so mad at him. She did remember how Oz left her and Xander never wanted to be with her so she just didn't trust men period. And to walk in on her mate kissing another woman was just too much.

"Ok," she told him finally breaking down. "I will talk to you Angelus but that's it. Come in."

He smiled as he walked in and sat in the chair next to the bed. At least she was talking to him now that was the first step.

"I have to change I will be right back," she told him.

When she made it back to the room she had on a gown but she had a robe on top of it so she didn't really reveal anything.

Angelus had spent the better part of the night telling Willow about what happened. She understood but she didn't know why she was still hurting. The sun was coming up real soon and he still couldn't convince her to totally forgive him and he had to leave.

She stood and took off the robe which was Angelus undoing. He had to restrain himself the whole time he had been there to not just throw her down and take her. But after removing her robe and the gown she had on was a little sheer number his cock hardened before he had a chance to control it and he damned himself for it.

"I have to go but can I have one kiss before I leave" he murmured as he thought about how he was going to leave her tonight but he would never give up on her, even thought he said he was never going to come back again if she didn't want him.

"Do I look gullible? You can't go anyway because the sun will be up before you make it home even if I can't stand you right now I won't be that mean to as to send you out in the sun. She looked down and her eye's became glued to his tight leather pants and his huge erection.

He smirked following the direction of her eyes. "Oh, hell, I'll behave if I stay here today with you"

"How are you going to behave you can't even control yourself now what makes you think that you can sleep all day without trying something."

"I promise to behave ma'am," he replied with mocking obedience.

"Don't get cocky. I promised to talk to you didn't I and look at what that has gotten me into. I'm stuck with you until tonight."

"Yes you did and thank you for not sending me out into the sunlight." He stood and walked over to her "Now can I just have one kiss?" he whispered seductively.

"No." she told him.

"I at least get to sleep in the bed don't I?" He asked her smirking at the way she looked at him.

"I feel so helpless. You are going to drive me crazy," she said sadly.

"But only helpless in love," he whispered trying to make her feel a bit better.

She nodded, gazing up at him, blood tears shining in her eyes. He pulled her closer, and slid his hands down her back. "After only a month without you all I want to do is feel you…everywhere. To hell with everything else."

"Goddess what am I going to do with you?" she asked him.

"The same thing that I want to do to you."

"But what about Dar.."

His mouth covered hers, obliterating the rest of her sentence, and the last remnants of her prudence died in a sigh.

She pulled back and said, "I don't think I'm ready to have sex with you yet Angelus. I love you but not now." She wanted him badly she knew that he could smell her arousal after only one kiss.

"That's fine I just want to kiss you. I didn't come here to have sex with you. I just want to make you happy and you make me happy just letting me hold you again."

"I know," she answered.

"Is that enough. Don't you realize that I don't want anybody but you?"

"All the rest is irrelevant you kissi…."

He pulled her back and kissed her again because he didn't want to argue when he'd already made up his mind.

He pulled back looking into her eyes. "A shame you don't want to have sex with me when I want to suck on you nipples until you come."

"Stop that," she yelled as her breast began to tingle as her nipple firmed into a taut crest, the lust in his voice triggering a thousand sensual receptors. "Damn you Angelus," she whispered, shutting her eyes as if to protect herself from him, from the promise in his words.

"All I need is you approval," he recognized her sexual response with a connoisseur's eye. Her skin was taking a glow of arousal, her nipples stooped upright through her gown, and shifting restlessly.

"Maybe we should go to sleep now," she told him.

"Maybe I should just put this hard cock inside of you instead of sleeping," he quietly declared, "and see how far I could go in, how long it would take to reach that tantalizing limit where you gasp."

"If you don't stop that Angelus I'm going to leave you here and go into another room."

"You don't want to be with me ever again?" he asked a little panicked.

"Of course I want to be with you tonight and every night but I'm still hurt even if it was magic and you thought that it was me but it wasn't it was her and it still hurts but I forgive you." Her voice was strained, her hands clenched at her sides, her eyes shut tightly against temptation, but she didn't leave.

With those words said to him he knew that she wanted him and to know that he was forgiven was all he needed to know, that and the smell of her arousal, her need and want. He just had to work on that part of her desire. "Think of how good it feels when I'm filling you, when you little clit is quivering and engorged, when the throbbing ache between you legs melts through your body like liquid ecstasy," he finished in a whisper.

Her hips stirred at his lascivious description, wanton need flooding her senses.

"Willow I feel as though I'm going to explode if I don't climax soon. After this month of celibacy, I could fill you with rivers of cum. My cock is so hard I'm in pain." No longer able to resist, she turned her head, he was blatantly aroused, ardent, his hard, lean body so flagrantly aphrodisiac that
lust spiked through her, jolted her senses. He was all muscle and sinew beneath the soft linen of his shirt, the broad expanse of his back under her roving hands triggering sweet memory. She'd known him in the dark, sliding her palms down his sleek body, a flaring heat responding to the familiar feel of him, as though his audacious sexuality had been forever seared on her senses.

Knowing her reluctance, greedy for her after a celibate month, single-minded, he wooed her with kisses and whispered promises of pleasure, reminding her of all he could do to her, of how he could make her feel, how long he could sustain her pleasure. He almost lost control at that point, his memory keen, but disciplining his impulses with iron will, he coaxed and petted and caressed until she was panting, breathless with need.

"You seem ready for me," he teased, nibbling on her bottom lip, moving his hips gently against hers.

"A month's a long time." She reached for the buttons on his pants, so irrepressibly aroused she was drenching wet, throbbing with desire.

"A novel experience for you?"

Her gaze flickered upward. "Unheard of."

"Then we'll have to make this a memorable night." A carnal heat flared in his eyes.

" I have the feeling it will be." She slid her palm down the leather stretched taut over his erection, and closed her fingers around his rigid length.

He pressed his palm firmly against her mound, his middle finger sliding in her pulsing slit.

She moaned as he slipped two finger insider her drenched, sleek cleft, stroking the throbbing flesh with such exquisite tenderness, she thought she'd die of longing.

A rivulet of pearly fluid oozed down his palm. "I'll can make you feel this way forever, Willow you know that." His voice was fragrant with lust as he plunged his fingers deeper, touching her to the quick. Her thighs tightened around his hand and she squirmed restlessly, wildly aroused, her fears obliterated by an intoxicating madness that over looked sense and sensibility, that brought her trembling under his hands.

Easing in a third finger, he forced her incited tissue wider and tantalizing stroked the aching, moist flesh while she melted around his hand and felt the first stirrings of orgasm. Her irrepressible small cry vibrated in the room before he could muffle her mouth with his.

And as the riveting swell flowed in wave after sensational wave, violent, explosive, he leaned into her climax and inhaled the ecstasy of her breathless sighs.

After the turbulence stilled, he kissed away her last small gasps and lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bed. Still blissfully aglow, she gazed up at him though half-lowered lashed and languidly murmured, "I've really missed you."

"I know." His smile was indulgent. Sitting down beside her, he ran his palm over her silken thigh, stroked upward to the dame verge of red curls. He leaned over and kisser her lightly.

He untied the laces of her gown, his fingers scented with her smell. She lay docile under his hands, content, sated, while he eased the lilac silk away along with her lacy underwear. Then tracing a delicate finger over the bounteous soft curves of her breast.

He pulled back and pulled of his shirt, tossed it aside, and reached down to take off his boots.

She touched his back, so close and tempting, her fingers splaying down his muscles-supple and lithe beneath his bronzed skin, the firm, toned perfection of his body lure to her senses.

Turning his head in full game face, he smiled at her. "Touch me all you want-anywhere at all."

"I intend to."

Then following you tonight was definitely worthwhile." He kicked his boots aside.

"I thought you didn't come for sex," she purred.

"Did I say that?" He stood to slip his pants down and turned, revealing the full extent of his erection.

She drew in an admiring breath as he stepped out of his pants. "And then again, I'm not opposed," she murmured, anticipation in the hush of her voice.

He smiled broadly. "Good, because sex with you is high on my list of priorities."

"You definitely intrigue me, Angelus," she coquettishly whispered.

"How convenient, since, I'm planning on making love to you most of the night."

"Really? And if I were to refuse?"

"I could persuade you," he purred going back to his normal face and taking his erection lightly in his hand, he slid his fingers lazily down and up, one, twice, three times, his penis swelling larger, longer, the veins pulsing with blood, the rampant head gleaming waist high.

"Oh yes," she breathed, savoring the sight.

"Does that mean I can have my way with you?" he said cheeky and brash.

She laughed.

He climbed into bed and lowering his body over hers, he spread her thighs apart with a gentle pressure of his hands and settled between her legs. "Now I think it's my turn," he whispered, his words husky and low. Moving slightly forward, he placed his erection against her vulva. He brushed her half-protest hand aside, guided the swollen crest of his arousal just inside her pulsing cleft, and said on a soft sigh, "I know you want this as much as I do. I can smell your arousal and I know you can smell mine."

Hot blooded temptation burned through her senses all feeling suddenly converging on the needy core of her body, and enraptured, heedless to peril, she moved her hips to ease him in more fully.

Pushing forward another small distance, he smiled down at her. "Changed your mind."

"Maybe," she equivocated, uncomfortable with her insatiable need, with his knowing smile.

His violent need for possession adding dimension to his erection, an unconstrained fierceness to his sudden plunging descent. She gasped. Opened wide, invaded so deeply, she shivered at the acute, riveting rapture.

"Tell me you haven't missed this." His voice was heated, peremptory as his strong, body arched hard into her, impaling her.

"Yes," she growled out, wanton desire raging in her mind.

Appeased, he slid back a fraction, his fingers sliding under her bottom, holding her, before he forced himself deeper again.

"How does it feel when someone really loves you the way you love them back?"

"It feels heavenly," she moaned as he moved insider her.

"I can make you feel like this all night," he whispered, withdrawing marginally, penetrating again. "Forever, if you want."

And she knew he could. His body was a fine-tuned instrument for making love, well-practiced, accomplished, indefatigable.

"How darling you are," she lightly said.

"Don't do that or I won't let you come," he growled out.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh wouldn't I."

He moved his lower body in perfect, long strokes, his lush, slow rhythm of thrust and withdrawal impossible to resist. She gripped his hips, pulling him closer so she could feel him inside her with more flagrant intensity, wanting to absorb his body. But he knew exactly how to keep her just short of orgasm, and when at last she was at fever pitch, when the world had disappeared and desire alone infused her mind and body he slid so deeply inside her, she screamed in ecstasy.

"Now," he whispered, as if she could stop and only when her climax began peaking did he allow his own release. And they come together in an endless ravishing orgasm that left them both panting. He pulled out of her and lay beside her.

"Mine," he growled out.

"Always."

They made love that night for hours more, as though making up for lost time, for the weeks of their deprivation, reveling in the feel and scent and taste of each other, exploring the limits of desire, delighting in the new, fresh enchantment of their love.

***

Spike and Dru had arrived back to the house just before sunrise. "Sounds like mum and dad made up," he told her.

"I guess so," Dru responded as they both smiled at each other as they made it to their room.

***

Willow had awaken the next night. <God it must have been another dream, but what a wonderful dream> she thought as she tried to roll over only be stopped by a hard body.

<I guess not>

She tried to move from the bed only to be pulled back down and onto her back.

"I thought you were sleeping" she told him.

"I'm glad I wasn't with you trying to leave me."

"I was leaving to go get some blood."

"Oh. Because you know that if you leave I will find you," he told her smirking as she got up out of the bed and began to get dressed.

Willow looked at him and noticed the concerned look on his face and asked, "What's wrong."

"You know we have to leave."

"Why."

"Because Darla is not going to stop until she kills you or we kill her."

"She hasn't bothered me in a month, she probably hasn't even thought about me."

"Willow you never come out of the house that's why she didn't try anything. But I'm guessing that she will take the first opportunity she has and I don't really want to go there. I will not put you in danger Willow."

"When do we have to leave," she asked sadly.

"Tonight would be best."

She sighed and said, "Ok just let me tell Dru and Spike thank you and e-mail Cordelia and tell them bye."

"Fine lets go home and I will make the arrangements. Where do you want to go?"

"How about we try New York."

"Why there?"

"I don't know it just came to mind."

"New York it is."

Willow and Angelus went to pack up the little things they needed. They had said their good byes to Dru and Spike. Willow had e-mailed Cordelia letting her know that they were leaving again and for their safety she would not contact them again.

***

In the months that followed, Angelus and Willow settled into a peaceful life in New York. They both grew to love the city, Willow was able to complete her studies and they both loved the New York nightlife.

They both found the one person or in their case vampire that completed them. Finally lady luck and fortune was smiling down on them and they
settled down to enjoy an eternity of love, knowing that the worst was behind them.

Or so they thought........

The End…

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