~*~*~*~
 

Willow watched Angelus pace back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
His tight body was sleek, reminding her of a panther, or a lion.  He was a
predator.  He was *her* predator.  She licked her lips anticipating the
moment her mate would realize she was watching him.
 

He didn't notice.
 

She growled, low and dangerous.  "Would you stop pacing?" she hissed.  "You
are driving me crazy."
 

He stopped in midstep and turned slightly, a smirk on his features.  "It's
this town, Little One.  I *hate* this town."
 

She arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow.  "And I *don't* hate this town?"  A
slight grin covered her face as she imaged seeing her friends again.  The
demon within her roared with pleasure as she imagined the Slayer and her
Farmboy husband's bodies laying bloodied on the ground at her feet.  Spike -
Angelus' favorite childe until her - was bowing at her feet, pledging his
eternal gratitude for saving him from the horrors of working with the
Slayer.  Xander. . .
 

Willow licked her lips at the thought of Xander Harris, her oldest and
dearest friend.  He was the only one of the gang (other than Spike, of
course) who hadn't married.  He dated over the years, but never found anyone
that he thought he could spend the rest of his life with.
 

At first, Willow decided she wanted to kill them all, make them suffer, but
her demon whispered tantalizing thoughts in her head, teasing her with the
knowledge that Xander could be her Dark Prince, her playmate when Angelus
wasn't around, her punching bag when she needed to hurt something close to
her heart.
 

Angelus smiled, watching his mate.  She was staring past him, thinking.  It
was one of the things he loved most about her, the mental capacity she had.
He'd always been impressed with how smart she was, even as Soulboy, but when
he brought her across, the smartness sharpened, and was tinted with the evil
that resided in her body.  She always came up with the most calculating,
deliciously evil ideas. . .
 

It had been half a year since he turned her.  He'd taken her to Europe,
shown her his stomping grounds as a newly turned vampire, allowed her to
taste European blood.  After six months of traveling from city to city,
sampling the tastes of the world, she finally told him she was ready to go
home.
 

Through various contacts, Angelus knew that Cordelia, Wesley, and Gunn had
given up on Angel, assuming he was dust.  He was so concerned with getting
to his mate, he didn't even bother to let anyone know he was back.  It wasn'
t very long after he turned Willow that they took off for Europe, never
bothering to call the Sunnydale crew to let them know.  Angel's former
employees picked up and moved back to Sunnydale, as Cordelia's visions told
them that was where they needed to be.
 

It truly would be a family reunion.
 

The faint scent of Willow's arousal hit Angelus full on and his game face
slid into place.  He smiled around fangs.  "Wills," he purred, dropping to
his knees in front of her.  He ran his hands along her leather-clad thighs.
"What are you thinking about?  What has my Little One turned on?"
 

She smiled, her eyes flashing yellow.  "Death and blood, broken bodies. . ."
She licked her lips.  "But. . ."  She hesitated, glancing down.
 

Angelus frowned.  Ever so often, when Willow was worried about what her Sire
would think, she would almost revert back to the mousy Willow she had been
when he first claimed her all those many years ago.  She was about to say
something he may not like.  "What is it, Little One?"
 

"I want to keep Xander."
 

He frowned.  "The whelp?  Why?"
 

"He was her. . .my best friend since the beginning of time.  He belongs to
me.  He has always belonged to me.  And he would make such a delicious
vampire, Angelus."  She put her hand on his chest and purred softly.  "I'll
make it worth your while. . ."
 

Angelus smirked.  "Show me how worth my while you'll make it, and I will
think about it."  He wasn't surprised.  Over the last six months, when she
talked about her former life, she always spoke of Xander with fondness, even
though the demon within her hated everything else she'd ever been or loved.
He was fully prepared for her to ask him for permission to have Xander, and
had already planned on saying yes - but she didn't need to know that.
 

She pulled him back, capturing his lips in a punishing kiss.  She would work
hard for Xander's life. . .or unlife as it soon would be.
 

~*~*~*~
 

"Hey!" Buffy said, bouncing up to Xander, who led the group sullenly.  "What
's wrong with you?"
 

Xander glanced around the cemetery.  "I don't know," he replied softly.
"Something's wrong."  He tapped his chest, over his heart.  "I can feel it
here."
 

Buffy smiled.  "No, Xand, I'm sure everything is fine.  You are just upset
cause you haven't been able to catch up with Wills lately.  I'm sure she's
really busy with school and everything.  She'll call.  I promise."
 

Xander started to argue with her, but figured it would be useless, since the
retired Slayer had turned, her eyes settling on the newest Slayer to grace
Sunnydale.  "Jenna," she sang.  "What did I tell you about being aware of
your surroundings?  Wesley almost snuck up on you."
 

Wesley grinned over Jenna's shoulder at Buffy.  "Thanks for ruining the
surprise, Buffy."
 

Buffy laughed.  "Anytime, Wes, old boy!"  She absentmindedly patted Xander's
shoulder and walked back to her husband, wrapping her arm around his waist.
Slaying had gotten easy the last few years. . .almost too easy.  The
Hellmouth had calmed down, and the evil didn't seem to want to be there as
much as they used to.  She was happily married to Riley Finn, now training
the new Slayers as they came through town.  All of her friends were still
alive, and she had the extra help of Cordelia, Gunn, and Wesley.
 

Spike stepped up to Xander.  The two had become really close over the years,
now sharing an apartment.  "Harris," he said softly.
 

Xander glanced over at the blonde vampire.  He was the best male friend
Xander had ever had - at least since Jesse.  "Something is wrong, Spike."
 

Spike glanced up, watching the moon through the tree branches.  "It's my
Sire," he replied.
 

Xander stopped, turning to Spike.  "What?" he asked, his voice cracking in
fear.  "What do you mean?" he hissed.  "Cordelia said that Angel was dusted..."
 

"Peaches wasn't dusted," Spike shook his head.  "He was never gone.  I
always knew he was bloody alive, I could feel him still.  He wasn't close
enough for me to know his condition, but he was alive.  I don't know why he
left. . .at least, I didn't know why he left.  I know now why he did."
Spike chuckled darkly.
 

Xander picked up a tint of fear in Spike's chuckle.  A chill ran through his
body.  Spike wasn't scared of *anything*.  "Why did he leave?" Xander asked.
 

"He lost the bloody soul, Harris."
 

Xander's eyes bugged out of his head.  "You. . .you mean he's. . .Angelus?"
 

Spike nodded.  He glanced around.  "Things are about to get interesting."
He sighed unnecessarily.  "I'm sure he will bloody stake me.  I should leave
Sunnyhell."
 

"Why don't you?" Xander asked, scared for his friend.  He didn't want Spike
to die.  "Run, Spike. Just leave Sunnydale!  I'll make up some reason. . ."
 

Spike clasped Xander's shoulder.  "No, Harris.  I'm going to stand up and
fight my Sire like a man, not run like a bloody coward."
 

Xander swallowed heavily, turning away.  He didn't want Spike to see the
tears fill his eyes.  He was closer to Spike than anyone else in the world,
except perhaps Willow.  The thought of losing either one of them made the
mortal have depressing suicidal thoughts.
 

"Don't worry, Xanpet," Spike said softly.  "I won't let anything happen to
you."  He was fiercely protective of Xander, and knew that he would defend
him from whatever came after him.
 

"Thanks," Xander said dejectedly.  < Won't matter if you protect me if you
are dead, Spike, > he thought.  With a sigh, he pushed the thoughts aside.
"Come on, we've got patrolling to do."
 
 

Part 2

Willow paced in front of Xander and Spike's apartment.  No one was home, and
as much as she wanted to, she couldn't break into the apartment, what with
the pesky 'can't enter if not invited' rule.  She knew the two were
together, probably patrolling.  Angelus was across town, stirring up
trouble, finding minions to bring back to the warehouse.  He was silently
building his army, though the both of them knew it wouldn't be much of a
battle.
 

Between his sheer evilness, her brilliance, and the soon to be joined forces
of Spike and Xander, Sunnydale would be brought to it's knees, and the
Slayer's head would be on a platter.
 

Willow could feel the second Spike and Xander entered the building.  The
bond she shared with her 'brother' was activated, as they were in such close
quarters.  The link she had shared with Xander as a human was also
reinstated.  She frowned slightly, yet was quite amused that she could still
feel the dark haired human.  She grinned around fangs, her demon pushing
forth to play.  She knew that Spike knew she was there, and that he was
aware of her change, so there was no reason to hide it.  Xander would know
as soon as he saw her.
 

~*~*~*~
 

Spike glanced around with a frown.  "Angelus took a childe."
 

"What?" Xander asked.  "What do you mean?"
 

"His childe is here, probably waiting for me," he replied.  His demon
stepped forward.  "Xander, maybe you should leave. . ."
 

Xander turned, ready to agree, when his heart fluttered softly.  A small
smile graced his lips.  He grabbed Spike's arm to stop the vampire from the
upcoming fight.  "Willow!  Willow is here!"
 

Spike's jaw dropped, his first thought being that Angelus went to Virginia
and changed the witch.  Then he realized that couldn't be.  Xander wouldn't
be able to feel the bond he had with the human if she were a vampire.  "The
bastard must have Willow!" Spike cried.  The two men looked at each other,
and then ran upstairs.
 

Willow was leaning against their apartment door, arms crossed, smirk around
her fangs.  She wore tight leather pants and a shimmering green top.  Her
game face was firmly in place, her skin paler than Xander had ever seen it.
Her hair seemed to be redder than before, contrasting with her pale skin and
yellow eyes.  Black Doc Martins completed her outfit.  Two prominent bites
marred her neck.  Other than that, her skin was smooth and flawless.
 

"My god, Willow," Xander whispered, tears filling his eyes.  "At least. .
.at least before you eat me, let me tell you how beautiful you are."  She
was.  She looked so much better than the vampire Willow that had come to
town years before, as this Willow was more grown up and had a much better
body than she did at 15.
 

She pushed herself off the wall and walked to him, her hips swaying in time
to music that played only in her head.  She stopped in front of Xander,
tilting her head.  "Who said I was going to eat you?"
 

The front of his jeans tightened, and out of the corner of his eye he could
see Spike staring at her in a mixture of shock and lust.  He shook his head.
"Wills. . .who. . .?"
 

"My mate," she purred.  "My lover, the moon to my nights, the ones my stars
sing to. . ."  She giggled.
 

"Bloody *hell*!  Did that bastard make you bloody looney like he did Dru?"
Spike growled.
 

Willow slammed Spike into the wall, her hands tightly clenched around the
collar of his duster.  Her eyes blazed with anger.  "He is *not* a bastard,
and I am *anything* but looney.  Don't you *ever* talk about my mate like
that, or we will destroy you."
 

Spike's eyebrow rose.  "You are letting me live?"
 

Willow's laughter rang through the hallway.  "Of course.  You are his second
favorite childe, William," she purred, brushing her lips across his.  "Come
on.  I'm here to take the both of you home."
 

"Home?" Xander asked softly.
 

Willow smiled, looking over her shoulder at him.  "Yes, Xander."  She
chuckled.  "Your life is about to really begin.  You will be a part of a
family who loves you."
 

~*~*~*~
 

Willow leaned forward, purring in Xander's ear.  "It's been a while since I'
ve seen you," she said.
 

Xander froze at the intimate way she was pressing her body against him.
"You know, Willow," he said softly, "with the fact that your mate is like,
Angelus, I don't think it's a terribly good idea if you press up against me
like you are.  I mean, he's bound to walk up behind me and scare the shit
out of me."
 

Spike smirked, watching as Angelus stepped out from behind the tree they had
just passed.  He walked up quietly to Xander and leaned down, whispering in
his ear, "Like this?" he asked softly.
 

Xander yelped and spun away, crashing into Spike.  "Oh, god, please don't
kill me!" he cried.  "I swear, I'm so sorry that I had lusty thoughts about
Willow!  It completely surprised me too, I mean, I hadn't had thoughts of
her like that in I don't know how many years.  Just. . .please don't kill
me!" Xander begged from his place on the ground.
 

Spike wrapped his arms around Xander, running his lips over the human's neck
in a comforting manner.  "It's ok, Xanpet.  He isn't going to kill you.  He's

 amused," Spike said softly.
 

Willow blinked, completely shocked.  She had no idea that Spike and Xander
were involved.  "Xander?  You and Spike?"
 

"Huh?" Xander asked.  He turned his head slightly, realizing that Spike was
nibbling on his neck.  He pushed out of Spike's arms with a confused look on
his face.  On one hand, it repulsed him.  This was Spike - a *man* no less.
And yet, on the other. . .it was Spike.  His best friend, the one who knew
all of his secrets. . .the one that at some times, Xander thought knew him
better than Willow did.  It was strange though - Spike had never *ever* made
Xander think that he was interested.  Xander knew the vampire had male
lovers as often as he had female lovers, and knew that deep in his unbeating
heart, there was still love for his Sire.  But he never made a move towards
Xander.  He stood up.  "I'm. . .sorry, Angelus."  Fear rolled off the human.
 

Willow smiled.  "It's ok, Xander.  You have been chosen to live, with us,
because I wanted you.  I wanted you as my play toy."
 

"As your what?" he asked softly.
 

"You will be mine, Xander," Willow said softly.  "You belong to me.  Accept
it now, because when the moment comes for me to claim you, it will go so
much easier."
 

Xander looked between the three vampires, knowing instantly what his answer
would be.  Angelus, of course, scared the hell out of him.  However, Willow
and Spike *were* his best friends.  To choose death over the two of them. .
.well, Xander may not have been the smartest guy in Sunnydale, but he wasn't
the dumbest.  "Yea, ok," he said softly.  "I guess we are going to what. .
.go back to your place now?"
 

Willow smiled at her best friend's acceptance.  She had hoped he wouldn't
fight her.
 
 

Part 3
 

Xander looked around the warehouse with awe.  Angelus and Willow had
completely revamped it, making it comfortable for humans and vampires
alike - not that there were any humans around.  The minions were leering at
him, making him instinctively inch closer to Spike.  "Don't let them get
me," he said softly.

Spike wrapped his arm around Xander protectively, already vowing that if
this were a trick, and his Sire and Mate were going to turn the human over
the drooling minions, he would single handedly take every one of them out.
*Nothing* was going to hurt his Xanpet.

"Everyone," Angelus announced loudly, causing the minions to quiet down.
Their gaze was riveted to Xander, who was putting of the sweet smell of
fear.  "Everyone, this is Xander.  He belongs to my Mate.  If anyone here
even *thinks* of harming him, I will eviscerate you.  And on top of that, I
will do it so you can live through it.  Also, I know that Spike here may
have been working for the Slayer all these years, but. . ."  He glanced at
Spike, hoping his childe wouldn't mind the lie he was fabricating.  ". . .he
was doing it for me.  I wanted him to infiltrate himself within the Slayer's
group until my return.  You will treat him just as you would treat my Mate
or I, and you *will* listen to what he says.  I can assure you, if he tells
you do something, just as you would with Willow, you might as well assume it
came directly from me.  Am I clear?"

The minions groaned softly, upset that they had to ignore the human, and
that they had to bow to the one they thought of as a traitor.  Reluctantly,
they all agreed.  They could see Angelus was serious, and knew not to mess
with the tall, dark vampire.

"Well," Willow said, clapping her hands.  "Now that we have that all
settled. . ."  She turned to Spike.  "How long has it been since you've
eaten real human?  I know that you didn't kill, while under your guise."

Spike's mouth watered at the thought.  "It's been years, pet," he replied.
"Even after the chip came out, I didn't, because I knew Xander wouldn't
appreciate it, and the Slayer would have known, you know, about the bloody
agreement my Sire and I had."  This was definitely a good thing - Spike was
finally going to be the vampire he always should have been.

"Good," Willow grinned.  "The minions should have brought us some snacks. .
.care to join Angelus and I in the basement?"

Spike's demon slid forward.  "More than bloody willing," he purred.

Xander's hand tightened on Spike's arm.  Spike inwardly groaned, knowing
that Xander would try to stop him from performing the most basic of vampiric
rituals.  "What is it, pet?" he asked.

"What about me?  Where do I go?" he asked quietly, not wanting to be left
alone in the warehouse.

Willow glanced back at her best friend.  "You should come with us," she
replied.

Xander grimaced.  "You want me to watch the three of you eat people?"

A calculating look of evil entered Willow's eyes.  "I think so.  You should
get used to it, Xander, since it's going to be a part of the rest of your
life."

Xander swallowed heavily.  "Sure," he said weakly.  "Let's go."

~*~*~*~

Xander looked away, fighting his natural instinct to stake all three of the
feeding vampires and run like hell.  < I can't believe I'm sitting on a cold
stone floor watching my two best friends and Angelus drain these people, and
I'm not doing a damn thing to stop them, > he thought.  < I should warn
Buffy, or Jenna. . .but then what would be the point?  The vampires would
kill me. . .but then, does that make me a coward?  To save my own ass and
not tell Buffy that her worse enemy is coming back to slaughter her?  And he
's mated to a demon wearing her best friend's face? >  He sighed softly.

Willow glanced over her shoulder at Xander, seeing him in deep thought.  She
stood up, brushing her leather pants off.  She wandered over to him,
kneeling beside him.  "Xander?"

Xander gulped, looking up into the yellow eyes of his best friend.  Blood
was dripping down her chin.  He chewed his bottom lip, his eyes moving to
her chin, riveted to watching the slow moving thick red liquid slowly drip
down her pale skin.  He reached up and swiped at the trail with his finger.
His hand stayed by her mouth, praying she wouldn't bite his finger off.  She
closed her eyes as his warm digit slid into her mouth.  She moaned softly
around it, making Xander close his own eyes in pleasure.  The fabric of his
jeans tightened, and he found himself wanting to fuck her, right there, on
the cold stone floor.  As his mind ran away with him, he imagined fucking
her, having Angelus behind him, fucking him, while Spike slid his hardness
in and out of his mouth.

"Oh, god," he whispered softly, the image making him harder than he thought
he could ever be.

His eyes flew open when his body was hauled off the floor and slammed into
the stone wall.  He groaned in pain, fear running rampant as he realized
that Willow's face - fangs, yellow eyes, ridges, and all - was inches from
his own.  < She's going to kill me, > he thought, thoroughly confused, and
quite terrified.

She pressed against him, kissing him with reckless abandon.  The smell of
his arousal had overwhelmed her, and she had to taste him, had to show him
just how much he affected her.  He moaned as her fangs cut his tongue, when
he purposely shoved it in her mouth and ran it under the tip of one.  She
eagerly sucked on it, drinking all that it would offer.

He pulled away, gasping for air.  "Still. . .have to breath. . .Wills. . ."
He blinked a few times, seeing her face shift back to the human one he grew
up with, the one he loved dearly.  "Fuck breathing," he hissed, leaning in
to kiss her again.

Spike glanced up from the delicious blood of the third person he'd managed
to drain.  He groaned softly, seeing his pet paw and get pawed by his Sire's
Mate.  "Angelus," he said, his voice dropping a few notches as he hardened.

Angelus looked over at his childe, then turned fully, having seen Willow out
of the corner of his eye.  His demon stood up and demanded to know why he
wasn't jealous, watching his Mate's hands travel over the lean body of the
man who hated him for a decade. . .and watching the hands of said man reach
around her, squeezing her tight leather clad ass.  For some reason, it didn'
t bother him.  He was surprised at how much it was turning him on.  He
smirked, imaging Xander's warm cock sink into the cold womb of his mate, as
he sank into the mortal's hot ass.  He glanced back at Spike, seeing the
unrestrained lust glittering in his blue eyes.

"Come on, Spikey, I think we should go upstairs and. . .test out the bed,"
Angelus grinned.

Spike nodded, the look on his face still dazed.
 

Part 4

Xander fell back against the bed, watching the three vampires look on his
naked body as if he were the last human on earth.  Their gazes were hungry -
but not for blood.  Xander knew that he would know the touch of a vampire,
of a man, and of his two best friends that night.

And he found he didn't care.

He wanted to be touched, wanted to touch them.  He wanted them to bite him,
drink his ecstasy.  He wanted Angelus to fuck him, then Spike, while he slid
deep inside of Willow.  He wanted to know if the awesome sucking power of a
vampire applied to blowjobs.  He wanted to know what it was like to be a
part of a loving family, even if they were demons and shouldn't know what
love was.

Willow crawled on the bed, turning her head and wiggling her ass at Angelus.
She winked playfully.  "You know," she purred, "I'm going to make it *so*
worth your while for letting me keep Xander."

"Oh, Little One, I plan for you too," he grinned, running his hand down his
chest.

Willow smiled again, then turned back to Xander.  He looked up at her,
amazed at how innocent she still looked, even though he knew a demon resided
within her.  "Willow?" he asked softly.

She stretched out on top of him, her clothed body against his naked one.
"Xander?" she purred, running her hand down his chest.  She looked up at
him, green eyes inquisitive.

"Why me?" he asked softly, tilting his head in question.

"Why you what, Xand?"

"I know. . .I know how vampires are, how you destroy everything the soul
loved.  I know what Spike did to his family. . .what Angelus did to his.  I'
m not going to lie to myself and say you haven't changed, that you won't
kill Buffy and Riley, and the rest of the gang.  Yet, you are letting me
live. . .well, for the time being.  But even then, I know you are going to
turn me eventually.  Why are you keeping me?  Why doesn't your demon want me
gone?"

Willow pondered the question for a moment.  "I'm not sure, Xander.  When I
thought and spoke of you, as Angelus and I traveled Europe, it was always
laced with fondness, not anger and hate.  It worried Angelus at first.  He
was worried I hadn't completely gotten rid of my soul."  She laughed, the
evilness of the laughter sending chills down Xander's spine.  "I showed him
otherwise as I walked into the little village in Italy and slaughtered all
the children and women, then made the men suffer by cutting off their - "

Xander grimaced, covering her mouth.  "It's ok, I get the picture.  No soul
for you, no sir-ree."

"I was so proud of you that night," Angelus said, his voice filled with
delight.

"Bloody hell!" Spike swore.  "That's almost as brilliant as the sodden'
spikes!"

"My Willow gained a reputation in Italy that night. . .I wonder what the
Watchers will say about her in the journals."

Willow turned her head with a grin.  "When we kill Jenna's Watcher, we will
have to go rifling through his Journals and see.  I'm sure there's something
about me there."

"You realize that you three will be my greatest childer," Angelus said
quietly, looking from his oldest childe currently living, to his youngest
childe, then to the human who would soon bear his mark.

Willow pouted.  "I wanted to take him, Sire," she said.  "I wanted him to be
mine."

Spike glanced over, seeing Angelus' eyes harden at the slight defiance from
his childe.  Willow may have been his Mate - and Spike was sure his equal -
she was still his childe, and Angelus didn't like it when *any* of his
childer defied him.  Spike put his hand on Angelus' chest.  He glanced at
Willow.  "Red, don't you want Xander to be as strong as he can?" Spike
asked.

"Of course," Willow frowned.  Then she brightened.  "Of course!  He would be
much more powerful if he had Angelus' blood running through his veins,
instead of mine."  Her face slid into an easy grin.  "Ok, I *guess* you can
sire my toy," she said seductively.

Angelus grinned around fangs, a soft growl emanating from deep in his chest.
He always did like it when his women flirted back, or acted coy.  Spike
rolled his eyes.  "For the love of bloody god, Red, just shag the boy."

Willow giggled, reminding Spike of the Willow he'd always known.  He was
amazed at how much she had changed, but how much she remained the same.

The redhead turned back to Xander, brushing her lips along his cheek.  "So
how about it, Xand?  Want me to shag you?"

He closed his eyes and thrust his hips up, rubbing his hard cock against her
leather-clad thigh.  "More than I ever have. . ." he moaned softly.

She smiled.  "Good.  Much much better when I have your consent," she purred,
capturing his lips in a kiss.

*~*~*~*

Xander absentmindedly wandered through the cemetery the next night, rubbing
his neck.  It was still sore from the activities of the night before - and
all that day.  The vampires were insatiable, drinking as much from him as
they could without hurting him, shagging him even more.  He'd fall asleep,
exhausted from whatever activity he'd been a part of, knowing he wanted to
watch Angelus pound into Willow on the bed next to him, but unable to keep
his eyes open.  He'd wake up suddenly, Willow impaling herself on his hard
yet again cock, or Angelus spooning him, sliding his length in and out of
his ass. . .and then there was the time that he blinked at the ceiling and
glanced down, seeing a blonde head bob up and down on his cock.

He chuckled to himself.  He'd had more sex in the last 24 hours than he
thought he had his entire life, and didn't mind one bit.  He enjoyed the
touch of a man just as much as he enjoyed the softness of Willow, and
finally, for the first time in his entire life, knew that he was home.

"Hey you!"

He glanced over, seeing Willow bounce up to him happily.  She graced him
with a beautiful smile.  He found himself smiling back.  She was wearing a
pair of jeans and one of Angelus' silk shirts, knowing that it swallowed her
petite frame.  She didn't care.  The maroon was beautiful against her pale
skin, and Xander found himself imagining throwing her down and fucking her
right there, in the middle of the cemetery.

Willow grinned when he groaned softly, looking away.  She leaned up,
whispering in his ear, "So I take it we made you a sex maniac, huh?"

"Something like that," he laughed, wrapping his arm around her waist.  He
glanced around, knowing there were vampires everywhere, slinking around,
waiting for the right moment to step out.  And yet, for the first time in
forever, he wasn't scared.  The feeling of empowerment rushed through his
body as he puffed out his chest, his ego swelling.

Willow glanced at him.  "What's the whole macho thing you got going for ya,
Xand?"

"I, little human Xander Harris from Sunnydale, California, am walking
through a cemetery with the Master's Mate on my arm, and I'm not dead, nor
am I going to get killed.  It's quite a power trip."

She giggled.  "You should have seen how I felt when Angelus came for the me
the first time."

He turned to her, brushing his fingers along her cheek.  "When did it
happen, Wills?  When he broke free of the prison a couple of weeks ago?  Did
he just get the hankering to have a little Willow love?"

A ghost of a smile appeared on her lips.  "No," she said softly.  "It was a
long time ago, when he was here last.  That night I found you and Cordelia.
. ."  Her eyes flashed in anger.  "She's going to be one of the first to go,
you realize that."  She stopped, turning to him.  "Are you going to be able
to do this?  Watch us kill your friends?  You will still probably be human
at that point, Xander."

Xander swallowed hard, looking away.  "Yea, I can handle it," he said.  "It
will hurt, but I know once I have the demon, it won't matter.  And besides.
. ."  He swallowed.  "I'd rather live with you and Spike. . .and even
Angelus. . .than die."

Willow squeezed him affectionately.  "I was hoping you'd say that.  You don'
t have to be there to watch it, I just want to make sure you know what you
are getting into.  As much as it pains me, and makes the demon scream out in
anger, if you couldn't handle it, I could kill you right here.  Quick and
easy, snuff you out like that."  She snapped her fingers.

Xander shivered slightly.  "Amazing on how fragile we really are," he said
softly.

"Yea," Willow agreed.  She pulled Xander closer and the two continued their
leisurely walk through the cemetery.  After a few moments:  "Are you sure
Jenna will be out tonight without Buffy?"

"Yea," Xander said.  "Giles is watching the kids, cause Buffy and Riley have
a romantic night planned for themselves.  Jenna and her Watcher are out,
patrolling.  Cordelia, Wesley, and Gunn might be with them, but I'm not
sure."

"All I know is I don't want to see Buffy, but I do want Jenna."  Willow's
laughter echoed through the trees.  "She's close. . .I can feel her."
 
 

Part 5
 

Jenna glanced around nervously.  She was barely sixteen, only having been in
Sunnydale a few months.  At first, her watcher Bob wasn't completely
thrilled with her joining the extended family of the former Slayer and her
friends, but he relaxed, seeing that they really did care for his charge.
And Bob had to admit, he was in awe of Giles and Wesley, even though they
hadn't been with the Council in more years than Bob had been a member of it.

"What is it?" Bob asked, noticing that Jenna was nervous.

"There are vampires *everywhere*," she hissed.  "I just don't know why they
aren't attacking."

Bob pulled out a stake.  "I don't know. . ."

They heard a female scream and watched as a petite woman ran past them,
looking terrified.  Jenna blinked when she saw Xander shoot out from the
trees, running after the woman.  "Willow!" he yelled.  "Wait up, damn it!"

The woman with red hair, Willow, turned her head back.  "He'll get me if I
stop!" she cried.

Jenna went into fighting stance, having seen pictures of Willow and knew
that the young woman was her mentor's best friend.  She growled angrily when
Willow slammed into a vampire that had stepped out behind a tree.  Willow
fell back on her ass, scrambling away from the vampire.  Xander dropped to
his knees wrapping his arms around Willow.  He glared up at the vampire.
"You can't have her!  I don't care what you say, you won't take her back to
Angelus!"

Jenna blinked, then launched forward.  "Angelus?" she questioned, knowing
the name well, and who he was to the group she called family.  She twirled
her stake in her hand, eyeing the minion.  "Come on, you wanna take me on?"
she asked haughtily.  "I'll show you what it's like to be a member of the
dead community."

Willow spared a quick glance to Xander and he shrugged softly.  The redhead
kept the look of terror on her face and tried not to laugh as she watched
this little slip of a girl take on one of her minions.

The Slayer was a good fighter, having learned from the best.  It was a
matter of moments before Jenna took the vampire out, then looked around
warily.  "There are more vampires," she said softly.  "I can feel them."

"He wants me," Willow sobbed.  "He wants to hurt me, because I gave him the
soul back so many years ago.  I fled Virginia, ran as long as I could, but
he was always behind me.  I thought I could run around the country for
several months, hoping that he would bore of the conquest, but he didn't."
She clutched Xander tightly.  "I. . .I came here.  I knew that Buffy could
help me.  But she wasn't home."

"She came to me, and completely freaked out, because Spike wigged on her,"
Xander said carefully, remembering his part.  "He proclaimed that it would
be good for his Sire to have Willow's blood on his hands."  Xander looked
away, trying to be as sad as he could.  "He got to Spike, and I didn't even
know.  I've been living with a man who could kill me as soon as look at me.
I really. . .really don't know why he didn't before this."

"Bastard betrayed us!" Jenna roared, standing up.  "Xander, you two can't go
back to your place."  She looked around.  "And he's got an invite to my
house. . .all he needs to do is tell Angelus to come in and he'd get us."
She sighed.  She looked to Bob, who was pinching the bridge of his nose.  "I
don't know, Bob.  What do we do?"

"First things first.  We get the hell out of this cemetery, then we call
Buffy."

Willow whimpered, knowing that her plan would be shot to hell if they called
Buffy.  "No," she sobbed.  "I can't see her yet.  When Spike wigged on me,
he. . .he said if I warned the Slayer that my death would be slow and
torturous. . ."  Her eyes widened.  "Oh, goddess, you are the Slayer!  Oh,
goddess, I don't want to die. . ."  She turned to Xander.  "Please, Xander,
don't let them kill me."

Xander gazed at his best friend, her eyes showing a tint of mischievousness,
but filled with tears.  She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and
he found himself anxious to get back to the warehouse and fuck the hell out
of her.  "I know a place," he said slowly, trying to resist the urge in
kissing her right there.  "This place that Spike doesn't know about.  I go
there sometimes, when I just want to get away from him, and everyone.  We
can hide there."

"Are you sure?" Jenna asked.  "Is it safe?"

Xander helped Willow up.  "I think so.  We have to go though. . ."  He
pulled a stake out of the waistband of his jeans.  He felt Willow
instinctively tense next to him and squeezed her shoulder, assuring her that
hurting her was the last thing he'd ever do.  "I think we can make it back,
we aren't that far.  I'll call you. . .call Buffy, please, tell her what's
going on.  Go to Giles.  I'll call you there when we are safe."

"Cool," Jenna said.  She leaned up and kissed Xander on the cheek.  "Be
careful.  Even though you are one of those old adults, I'd hate to see
something happen to you."

Xander chuckled sadly, knowing that she was on borrowed time.  He reached
out, squeezing her shoulder.  "We will be fine, Jenna."

Willow noticed the sadness in his voice and wondered what was so special
about Jenna that made Xander care so much.  She knew that after Buffy, he
was never thrilled about any of the Slayers that came to Sunnydale, but for
some reason, this little girl had captured his heart.  She filed the
question away, planning on asking him later.  She smiled weakly.  "It's nice
to meet you, by the way," she nodded slightly, wiping her tears away.

"Don't worry, Willow," Jenna proclaimed.  "We won't let him get you."  She
grabbed Bob's arm.  "Come on."

The two couples went their separate ways.

As soon as Willow felt she could relax and stop her sobbing, she wiped her
tears away.  "So what's up with you and Jenna?"

"Huh?" Xander asked, turning slightly.  "What do you mean?"

"I saw the sadness, Xand.  I know you too well.  Why is she special?"

He shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets.  "I dunno.  Her childhood was
a lot like mine. . .you know?  Her parents were always drunk, hurt her. .
.she finally ran away when she was like, twelve, lived on the streets for a
couple of years.  The Council found her last year and has been training her.
She isn't like Buffy at all.  She's scared, scared of everything.  Her and I
bonded, because I could see the similarities in our situation.  It's helped
her through. . .through a lot of stuff.  I think that of everyone, I'll have
the hardest time watching her die, because she is the first person since you
that knows that much about my life.  I mean, Spike knows, but he doesn't
count."

Willow was quiet, finding herself wondering if Angelus would let the Slayer
live.
 

Part 6

"Can we talk while Xander calls Giles?"

Angelus looked up at his Mate, feeling the slight confusion rolling off her
body.  "Sure, lover."  He stood up, taking her hand.  The two walked out of
the room to the kitchen, where Willow jumped up on the counter.

Angelus pulled out a couple of bags of A positive, heating them up for the
two of them.  "What's on your deliciously evil mind tonight, my love?"

"Jenna.  This new Slayer."

"What about her?  Does she pose a threat to me?" Angelus asked, pulling
their favorite mugs out of the cabinets.  He chuckled to himself, enjoying
the one Spike had given him.  It was black and had the small words written
in red:  "If you can read this, then I'm going to bite you."  He knew it was
meant for grumpy people in the morning that needed their coffee, but it
still applied to his situation.

"No, not even.  Xander cares about her.  They share similar backgrounds."

"And?" Angelus asked, looking up at his Mate.  He knew what she was going to
ask.  She wanted permission to keep the Slayer for her toy's benefit.  The
idea had it's merits. . .not many Slayers over the years had been turned,
but Angelus knew that to turn one made an exceptionally smart and cunning
vampire. . .she would almost rival the strength he and his oldest childe
had.

Willow started to ask, but closed her mouth.  "No, never mind.  It's a
stupid idea, and I don't think you'd go for it."

He pushed her legs apart and settled between them, leaning up to kiss her
lips softly.  "You never know," he whispered against them.  "I let you keep
Xander. . .I may grant you this request."

She turned her head away from his.  He pulled away slightly, not wanting to
get her hair in his mouth.  She was obviously bothered with something, and
he wanted to help her.  "Willow, you have to talk to me if you want me to
fix this."

"Xander cares for her," Willow replied softly.  "I know when he's a demon,
it won't hurt him that she's dead, but now, he's not.  He's just human.  He'
s doing all of this, betraying his best friends, for me, and I. . ."

"Want to give him Jenna."

Willow nodded slightly.  "I do.  I don't know why, but. . .I saw the sadness
on his face while they stood there.  He's. . .he's never known someone that
had it as bad as he did at home, and it's obvious that she does.  They. .
.bonded over it.  I don't want him to lose that.  I know it's important to
him. . .I know him better than anyone, Angelus."  She turned back to him.
"But I know the plan, and I'm following the plan, and I'm sorry for even
suggesting it. . ."

He smiled and leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers.  "Slayers make
the best vampires," he whispered, pulling away.  His eyes twinkled.

A slow smile covered her face.  "I'm beginning to think you are letting me
have all of my requests answered just so I can pay you back."

"Perhaps," he teased.  "Come on, I think Xander's about to call the Watcher'
s house, and Buffy will probably want to talk to you."

They grabbed their mugs of heated up blood and walked out into the living
room where Xander and Spike were sitting there, Xander relaying the story of
Willow's wonderful acting.

"Bloody hell, pet, I would have loved to see that," Spike grinned at the
redhead.

"Yea, well," Willow grinned.  "Come on, Xand, call them.  I want to cry on
the phone to Buffy some."

Xander laughed.  "Sure."  He reached over and grabbed the phone, quickly
dialing Giles' number.  After a moment, he began to speak.  "Jenna?  Hey,
girl. . .no, we are ok. . .we are safe for now. . .yea, Willow's wiggin'.
She's really scared. . .Angelus isn't a good vampire to run across.  If he
wants you dead, well, you are on borrowed time. . ."  He looked down sadly.
"Hey, kiddo?. . .I love you."  He was quiet as he listened.  "Oh, I know we
will be fine, cause we are the Scooby Gang."  He laughed, the laughter
sounding hollow.  "I just want you to know that whatever happens, I love
you, and I don't want anything to ever happen to you. . .you are like the
little sister I never had, and I love you for it. . .yea. . .let me talk to
Giles, we need to figure out what's going to happen."  Xander looked away
from his new family while he waited.

Willow glanced at Angelus.  He closed his eyes and nodded, letting Willow
know that he would allow Jenna to live.  She leaned up and kissed him
softly.  "Thank you, lover," she whispered.

"You owe me," he grinned.

"Don't I always?" she giggled.

"Hey G-Man. . .yea, Wills is here. . .do you want to talk to her?"  He
listened to Giles' answer, then handed the phone to Willow.

"G. . .Giles?" she asked softly, trying to convey the fear she would have
felt if the situation were real.

"Oh, dear god," Giles breathed.  "Willow, are you ok?"

"I'm ok right now. . .I don't think Angelus can get to me here. . .We seem
pretty safe, far removed from anything I think Angelus would come near."

"Please, Willow, don't leave.  I don't want him to hurt you.  I don't want
him taking you away from us."

Willow had to cover her mouth not to laugh.  "I. . .I promise.  Is Buffy
there?"

"Yea," he said.  "Hang on."

"*Wills*" Buffy exclaimed.  "Oh, god, they told me Angelus was trying to
kill you!"

"Buffy. . .I'm scared," Willow whispered, leaning into Angelus' embrace.
"Spike was trying to take me to him.  If Xander hadn't of hit him on the
head with that lamp, I think he really would have.  Of course, Spike's going
to kill Xander now, I'm sure. . ."

"*NO*," Buffy said firmly.  "No one is going to kill anyone.  I promise you,
Willow, no one will hurt you."

"Do you promise?" Willow whimpered slightly.

"I promise," Buffy said.

Willow sniffed.  "Hey. . .I'm gonna go.  I need to talk to Xander. . .make
sure he knows everything that's going on.  I'll call you soon, ok?"

"I love you, Wills," the former Slayer said softly.

"Bye, Buffy," Willow said, hanging up.  She shuddered.  "I tried.  I tried
to tell her I loved her, so she wouldn't suspect anything, but I couldn't."

Angelus wrapped his arms around her.  "You did just fine, Willow."

She yawned.  "A week.  We've got a week.  Then we attack."
 

 Part 7

"Ok, Xander, here is the plan," Willow said softly, glancing around.
             Minions were everywhere, hiding from the Slayer's group.  "I'm going to let
             Buffy know that she's failed me, that I'm a vampire.  Spike and Angelus will
             walk out at that point."

             "Ok," Xander said softly.  "What am I going to do?"  He glanced down,
             picking at his jeans.  This was the moment.  This was what Angelus and Spike
             had been conditioning him to for the last week - the destruction of his
             friends.

             "Jenna," Willow said.

             Xander looked up at her in horror, his blood running cold.  Tears filled his
             eyes.  "No," he said, shaking his head.  "I can't. . .Will, I'm still human.
             I can't hurt her. . .Please don't ask me to do that. . ."

             She smiled softly, looking more innocent than he'd ever seen her.  She
             reached up and caressed his cheek gently.  "I'm not asking you to hurt her.
             I'm asking you to get her out of the middle of the battle."

             Xander opened his mouth, then frowned.  His forehead was crinkled in
             confusion.  "I don't get it."

             "We are keeping her, because she's important to you.  Tell her Watcher to
             just get as far away from Sunnydale as he can, or we will kill him.  We don'
             t have anything against him, other than the fact that he's dinner."

             Xander's face lit up.  He launched towards Willow, practically knocking her
             down on the ground.  He covered her face in kisses.  "Thank you, thank you,
             thank you," he exclaimed.  "Thank you so much, Willow."

             Willow's sweet laughter filled the area around them.  "Xander Harris, you
             are a joy.  I'm almost going to miss your soul."

             He grinned down at her, his eyes dancing with joy.  "No, you won't," he said
             playfully.  "You'll be too busy trying to keep me off of you and Angelus and
             Spikey to miss my soul."

             Willow giggled.  "Come on, I can feel them nearby. . ."

             ~*~*~*~

             "Jenna. . ." a soft voice hissed from the bushes.

             Jenna turned slightly, fear entering her green-blue eyes.  She glanced at
             the group of Slayerettes, then back to the bushes.  She could feel in her
             bones that something was wrong that night, even though Buffy couldn't.  The
             blonde ex-Slayer thought that Willow and Xander were safe, therefore,
             nothing was gong to happen.

             Jenna tried to warn the woman, tell her that she needed more stakes, more
             protection.  Even that she should stop and call Xander's hiding place, make
             sure that Willow was ok, but Buffy refused, knowing in her heart that Willow
             and Xander were fine.

             The young Slayer didn't agree with her.

             She tucked her light brown hair behind her ear and grabbed a stake, inching
             towards the bushes.  "Hello?" she whispered softly.

             Brown eyes peaked over the top of the bushes.  "Jenna, it's Xander," the man
             whispered.

             Jenna frowned and scampered to him.  She yelped slightly when Xander reached
             out, pulling her into the bushes.  He pulled her close, almost covering her
             body with his.  He knew that the minions were told not to lay a hand on the
             young Slayer, but he didn't trust any of them, and knew that they wouldn't
             touch him.  "Xander, what's going on?"

             He sighed, not knowing how she would take what she was about to tell him.
             "I love you."

             She frowned, looking down.  "I love you too, Xander."

             "Angelus, Spike, and Willow are about to kill the group.  Except for Bob.
             They are letting Bob go."

             Her eyes widened.  "They got Willow?  Oh, god, Xander, we've got to save
             them!"  She struggled against him, trying to get away.  He closed his eyes
             and held her tight, gritting his teeth against her Slayer strength.

             "Jenna. . ." he said.  "If you go out there, they will kill you."

             "I. . .have to save them!  Warn them. . ."  Her voice faltered.  She looked
             up at him.  "How did you know about it?"

             "After it's all done, Angelus is going to turn me, Jenna."

             "WHAT?" she cried.  "No!"  Tears started streaming down her face at the
             thought of losing Xander.  "No, please, don't let him!  I can't lose you,
             Xander!"

             "Baby," he cooed softly, trying to sooth her.  He stroked her soft brown
             hair.  "It's ok.  They are going to turn you too."

             "I. . ."  She looked up at him with confused eyes.  "I don't understand."

             "The other night, when you found us, Willow was already a vampire.  She's
             been one for like, six months.  She's Angelus' mate, and has been for years
             now.  No one ever knew, Jenna.  When he got free, he went to her, like she
             knew he would.  She loves him, even now as a demon.  When the two of them
             decided to come to Sunnydale to kill us, she didn't want to kill me. . .and
             she's my best friend, demon or no.  I didn't want to die."  He looked up at
             her, his wide brown eyes filled with tears.  "Do you understand, Jenna?  She
             's been my best friend since we were four.  I would rather live with a demon
             inside of me and be with her for eternity than die."

             Tears filled her eyes as she turned away from him.  "Where does that leave
             me, Xander?"

             "Willow knows how much I care about you, how special you are to me.  She is
             willing. . .Angelus said that he will embrace you, that you can join our
             family.  I want you to. . .you are more special to me than I could ever tell
             you. . .but. . .I don't know if you want. . ."

             She snorted.  "Ok, let me see here.  Go out there, fight for my life for my
             destiny and get killed, or submit to you, thus spending eternity with you?
             What do you think I'm going to do?"

             A small grin graced his features as his eyes lit up.  "Thanks, Jenna."  He
             hugged her tightly.

 Part 8

Part 8

Buffy stopped, blinking in shock.  The laughing group of her friends all
glanced up, mouths dropping open.  "Oh my lord," Giles whispered.

There were about twenty minions milling about in a group.  They could hear a
loud voice from somewhere in the middle of them, a loud voice that belonged
to a certain blonde vampire they all knew.  "Alright, mates.  Here's the
deal.  You need to grab each of the Slayer's friends and hold them.  No
biting, no killing.  We have a special death planned for each of them."

"Master!" one of the minions exclaimed, turning around.  "It's the Slayer!"

Buffy launched herself in the fray, confident that her group would win.  Of
course, she had no idea that Jenna wasn't fighting alongside her.

With hesitation, the rest of the group joined her, even though they had a
feeling of apprehension about the situation.  Giles glanced around
nervously, knowing that this would probably be the last battle he
participated in.  "Might as well fight like hell," he muttered, putting his
all into the battle.

It wasn't very long before the vampires had each of the humans subdued.  It
took three of them to hold the irate ex-Slayer in place.  Spike paced in
front of her.  "Buffy. . .Bitchy. . .the bloody Slayer.  For years, I
followed you, helping you, trying to fight the forces of evil for you.  Did
you ever say thanks?  Did you ever say Job Well Done?  Of course not.  And
why?  Because you only bloody think of yourself."  He growled angrily,
punching her in the stomach.  "When you heard Angelus was back, where you
worried about Willow?  Sure, maybe a little bit.  But mostly, you wanted to
make sure he didn't hurt you, or your little family.  And I surmise even a
small bit of you hoped he'd come and claim you as his.  Am I right?"

"Of course not, you bastard!" she hissed.  "How could you betr. . ."  Her
eyes widened as she took in the scene behind Spike.  "Oh my god," she
whispered.

The rest of the gang gasped as they finally saw what had riveted the Slayer
into speechlessness.

On top of one of the above ground tombs lay Willow, dressed in jeans and a
green tank top.  Her head was lying over the side of it, her hair swinging
in the wind.  Her eyes were closed, and she looked dead.

A leather-clad body with dark hair lay over her, his face buried in her
neck.  He was drinking her, and had killed her - as it appeared to the
Scooby Gang.

"WILLOW!" Buffy screamed.

The dark haired figure looked up, blood dripping down his chin.  "Why,
Slayer," Angelus purred.  "Nice of you to join my little party."

"YOU BASTARD!" she screamed, tears streaming down her face.  "How. . .how
could you kill her?  Where is Xander?"  She glanced around suddenly, fear
traveling through her body.  "Where's Jenna?  Bob, have you seen Jenna?"

Bob looked away, saddened by the fact that he had no clue where his Slayer
was.  "I don't know where she is," he said.  "She's been missing for quite
some time, Buffy."

"*Shit!*" Buffy cried.  She struggled, finally pulling out of the vampires'
hold on her.  She pulled out a stake and pushed past Spike, launching
herself at the Master Vampire that had killed her best friend.  "I'm going
to fucking kill you!" she screamed.

Angelus rolled off of Willow, landing gracefully on his feet beside the
tomb.  The redhead's eyes flew open and she turned suddenly, crouching on
top of the stone slab.  Her cold emotionless green eyes narrowed.

Buffy stopped in mid charge, staring at Willow, shock all over her face.
"W. . .Willow?"

"If you so much as touch my mate, I will rip your heart out myself," Willow
hissed, her eyes flecked with amber.

"Oh, my god, you are a vampire," Buffy whispered.

Willow licked her lips, glancing at her mate.  "I have been for a while now,
Buff.  What. . .six months?"

"You had your seven month anniversary four days ago, Kitten," Angelus
purred.

"Seven months.  Seven glorious months of traveling the world, fucking my
lover, killing those that displease me.  I'm free, Buffy. . .finally free!"
Willow exclaimed.

"I don't get it," Buffy frowned, stepping back.  "Why did he turn you?"

"I love her, Slayer.  What's not to get?" Angelus growled angrily.

"But you. . .well, the soul. . .couldn't even stand to be in the same room
with her," Buffy mumbled, trying to figure out what was going on with her
former best friend and the crazy vampire she claimed to love.

"Have you ever stopped to wonder why, Buffy?  He never had a problem with me
before you fucked him and made him lose his soul," Willow said smoothly.
"And then, when I brought him back from Hell, he couldn't stand to be near
me.  Did you ever wonder why?  At all?"

Buffy shrugged, glancing away.  She hadn't really, she'd been too busy
complaining that she couldn't be with him, that her life was unfair.  "I
just figured it was because he tried to kill you."

"But he tried to kill you.  Did he stay away from you?"

"Of course not," Buffy said haughtily.  "He loved me."

"If you hadn't of been so busy complaining that the soul was gone, and paid
more attention to what was going on in Sunnydale, you would have noticed
that I didn't spend most of my nights at home.  Most of them were with
Angelus, in his arms."

"WHAT?" Buffy exclaimed, her eyes flying to Willow's.

The redhead vampire laughed, the sound echoing through the trees.  "I was
his mate, even then.  But he wasn't completely stable.  He was still so bent
on revenge, wanting to hurt you for everything you did to him.  Hell, that's
why he fucked me to begin with, to hurt you.  He didn't suspect he'd fall in
love with me.  And then, of course, I had to give him his soul back, because
I would have rather him lived as that pussy of a vampire than to be
completely dead. . .of course, you sent him to Hell anyway."

"The soul couldn't handle it, couldn't handle the fire that the demon
brought out in her.  He caged me up, made me stay away from my quivering
redhead. . .the woman that has filled my dreams for the last several years.
After her, Buffy, it was never you.  She was the real reason the soul left
for LA.  He knew that being around her would eventually blow up in his face
and I would be free once again."  Angelus smirked at the hurt look that
crossed Buffy's face.  Apparently, the blonde, even though she was married
and had kids, still had a very special place in her heart for the vampire.

"Angel, I. . ."

Willow flew at Buffy, knocking her over.  The redhead's demon slid forward.
"Don't you *ever* mention the name 'Angel' again, bitch.  He is gone.  Dead.
Never to return."

Buffy bucked up, causing Willow to fly off of her and land in a heap next to
Spike's feet.  Spike leaned down and helped her up.  "Pet?" he asked softly.

Willow's green eyes flickered from Buffy, to the humans, then to Angelus.
Her gaze finally settled on Buffy.  "Xander tasted so good, Buffy.  He
screamed so loud, gave me the most delicious shivers."

Buffy's eyes narrowed.  "You bitch," she hissed, tightening her hold on her
stake.  She couldn't think about Xander's death right then, she had to
concentrate on killing the vampires.  Only then would she mourn the death of
her two best friends.

A bored look passed over Willow's face.  "I'm sure the minions have the
*real* Slayer back at the mansion now.  I'm going to go see how loud I can
make her scream."  Her eyes flickered to her lover.  "Kill them all.  They
disgust me."

Angelus purred softly.  "I'd be glad to, Willow."

With a roll of her eyes, Willow turned and stalked off, ignoring the screams
of her former human friends.  As she passed the minion holding Bob - who had
specifically been told not to hurt him - she grabbed the watcher's arm.
"Thank you for keeping him for me."  She dragged the sputtering watcher away
with her.
 
 

Part 9

"What do you want with me?" Bob said quietly, watching the redhead pace in
front of him.  She had eventually stopped, pacing in front of the patch of
wall he was leaning against.

"Your knowledge," she grinned.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"I want to see what they said about me in the Watcher's Journals," she
chuckled.

He frowned.  "They. . .haven't been released yet.  We get a new batch every
year. . .we still have a few months to go," he said softly.

"Well, fuck," she groaned.  "Hey!" she brightened.  "If we catch up to you
after the New Year, will you let me know what they say about me?"

"You. . .are letting me go?" he asked, hope in his voice.

"Of course," Willow said.  "I have no problem with you.  I only kill those I
have problems with. . .or if I'm hungry."  She grinned maniacally.  "You are
lucky I ate before I left."

"What. . .what about Jenna?" he asked softly.

"Jenna will be fine.  She will be raised as any vampire should be.  She will
be the part of a family who will love her."  Willow smiled, happy that she
would have a sister.

"But. . ."  He swallowed.  "She will fight you.  When she finds out what you
did to Xander. . ."

Willow's laughter cut him off.  "Are you crazy?  Xander isn't dead!  He's
going to join us.  *He's* the one who wanted Jenna."

Bob looked thoughtful.  "So he will be there, with the three of you and
her?"

Willow nodded.

A look of relief passed over his face.  "Thank god.  She will be fine with
Xander there watching over her."

"Yes," Willow murmured.  "He does love her."

Bob nodded.  "If it weren't for Xander, she'd of been dead a long time ago.
Tell. . .tell them I said goodbye," he said softly.

She stepped up to him, laughing huskily.  He was a handsome man, for a
typical watcher.  She licked his cheek playfully.  "You can tell them when
you see them next time.  I'm serious about wanting to know what the Journals
say about me.  So expect the family sometime in January or February."  With
slight laughter, she spun on her heel, leaving a stunned Watcher standing
alone in the street.

~*~*~*~

Buffy Summers-Finn was dead, as were all of her friends.  The police
searched high and low for the young girl named Jenna, or Buffy's friend
Xander Harris, finding neither of them.  It was finally determined that
because of their jaded past, the two ran away from Sunnydale together,
finding a comfort in each other's arms.

They'd tried to contact Willow Rosenberg, but the school she attended had no
idea what had happened to her, nor did the few acquaintances she had there.
Eventually, the police gave up, knowing that wherever the three had run away
to, they were long gone.

~*~*~*~

Jenna had been turned first.  Xander was very specific, telling Angelus that
in no certain terms that he was scared that his demon would want to destroy
her.  He knew that Willow would do pretty much whatever Xander wanted, so he
demanded that Angelus take her as a childe first.

It was done as soon as the group of five arrived to Ireland, the first night
Angelus and Willow had gotten a nice cabin in the woods away from
civilization.  The land around them was beautiful, and the cabin big enough
for the five vampires to live comfortably in.

Xander remained human for a week after Jenna was turned, attempting to get
over his fear of death.  He brooded, often causing Willow to tease him about
being just like the "wuss soul that had inhabited my Mate."  It was at that
point that Xander would laugh and hit his best friend with a pillow, causing
the "Great Pillow Fight between the Human and the Vamp" as Jenna playfully
called it.

Angelus and Spike watched the two fight, amazed.  Willow was one of the
cruelest vampires either of them had ever seen, and yet she was just as
happy to sit on the floor and tease her best friend like a kid.

Jenna was playful, coy, and acted shy around her victims.  She wasn't a very
cruel vampire, unless the situation called for it.  However, she did have a
certain charm about her, one that burned brightly.  She was a fine addition
to the group, and Xander loved her even more without the soul than he did
with.  And of course, she adored him.

Finally, the night of Xander's death came.  He paced around the room,
worried about the upcoming events.  "Wills, I'll be ok?"

"Like I'd let you die," Willow said matter-of-factly.  She kissed him
softly.  "Don't worry."

"Do you doubt my childe taking abilities?" Angelus teased gently, knowing
that the mortal was scared.  He wasn't sure why he cared, but Xander had
gained a special place in his heart, for everything he'd done for Willow.

"No, of course not," Xander sighed softly.  "I know you are great at it. .
.I just. . ."  He sat down on the bed.  "I'm fine.  Where's Jenna?"

"Spike took her hunting.  It's just the three of us," Willow purred, sitting
next to him.  She leaned forward, running her tongue along his ear.

Xander's eyes closed and he moaned softly.  The thought of being with the
Master Vampire and his mate turned him on. . .after being with just Willow,
being with Willow and Angelus was his favorite pastime.

Angelus joined his Mate and her toy on the bed.  He leaned forward, running
his tongue along Xander's jugular.  "It's going to hurt," he murmured.

Willow slipped her hand into his lap, gently massaging his growing erection.
"But I'm going to help stop the pain. . .or at least redirect your thoughts.
. ."  She chuckled.

Xander thrust up into her hand.  "Do it, Deadboy," he whispered.  "Drink
from me. . ."

Angelus slipped his fangs into Xander's neck, causing both men to cry out.
It was a moment more before Willow joined Angelus, biting the other side of
the human's neck as gently as she could.  She continued to stroke his cock,
smiling softly that he was rock hard and straining against his clothes as he
was being drained.

Angelus pulled away, holding his wrist out to Willow.  Willow bit into it,
swiping her tongue across the bloody gashes.  She grabbed his wrist and
guided it to Xander's mouth, simultaneously pushing the dying man down so he
was lying on the bed.  It took a moment, but Xander finally latched to
Angelus' wrist, drinking from him as much as the older vampire would give
him.

After pulling away, Angelus looked at his Mate.  "We let him sleep now."
 

Part 10

Brown eyes flickered with lust, white teeth biting into his full bottom lip.
Green eyes glanced up and rolled.  "Goddess, Xan.  Can't you keep your mind
out of the gutter, for like, ten minutes?"

Xander prowled across the leather store to his Mistress, his eyes traveling
over her scantily clad leather-covered body.  He licked his lips.  "Not when
I'm around you," he said huskily, pulling the petite redhead into his arms.
He kissed her in the middle of the store, his hands traveling over her body,
burning trails of desire over her skin.

She pulled away, her green eyes dark.  "If Angelus walks in here and sees
you pawing me like this, he will *kill* you, Xander," Willow said with a
slight smile on her face.

One of the store manager's eyebrows rose as she eavesdropped as much as she
could on the conversation.  The two who had been throwing heated looks at
each other all evening were intriguing, and turning her on more than she'd
ever admit.  However, with mention of this 'Angelus', she suddenly worried
about the well being of the handsome man wearing leather pants, a blue
velvet shirt, and dark brown hair falling in his eyes.

"Whatever," Xander laughed.  "He won't kill me.  He did that already,
remember?"

"Hey now," she pouted.  "I was there.  I helped."

Xander chuckled, leaning in to run his tongue along her neck.  "Yes, you
did."

The manager turned, seeing three more people walk into the small shop.  The
tallest man had dark brown hair and looked quite angry.  The blonde man and
brown haired girl behind him were smirking, as if they'd done something to
make the bigger man angry.  "Can I help you?" the manager asked.

"Her," Angelus growled, his eyes flickering yellow.  "I'm here for her.
Nothing else."  He stalked through the store towards Willow and Xander.

Willow's eyes widened, wondering what Spike and Jenna had done *again* to
piss their Sire off.  Whatever it was excited her, for she knew her fucking
would be brutal that night - just the way she liked it.

Xander pulled the witch closer, smiling.  He loved confrontations with his
Sire, knowing that it got the older man off to fight with him.  He was
looking to egg him on.

"Get off of my woman," Angelus growled.

"She is just as much mine as she is yours," Xander challenged with a smirk.

"Harris," Angelus growled, knowing the use of his last name would piss his
childe off.

"Deadboy," Xander retorted.

Angelus roared, grabbing Xander by the scruff of the neck.  He pulled the
man so he was inches from Angelus' face.  "I swear to Willow's goddess, I
will rip your heart out if you fuck with me tonight."

A slight smirk crossed Xander's face.  He pressed his body against Angelus,
then leaned in, pressing his lips against his Sire's.

Angelus growled, gripping the back of Xander's neck.  He pulled his Childe
close, kissing him brutally, trying to release all of his frustrations
through his kiss.

Willow shifted, getting turned on by watching her Mate and her Toy play
games with each other.  "Time to go home," she announced.

"Great," Spike said, nudging Jenna.  "Sire's gonna shag Red and the moron.
Again.  I bloody swear.  When the hell are *we* supposed to get some
affection from the Poof?"

Jenna chuckled.  "Come on, Spikey.  I found some really cool stuff we can
replace his hair gel with."

Angelus ripped his mouth away from Xander's delectable lips.  "Don't you
*touch* my hair gel, Jenna!" he roared.  "I swear, I put you in this world,
I will fucking take you out!"

Jenna kissed the air at her Sire.  "Love you, daddy," she smirked.  She
laughed, turning around to walk out the door.

"Come on, Angelus," Willow purred.  "Let's go back home."

The four remaining vampires followed the mischievous former Slayer out of
the shop, heading towards home.

END
 

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