Spike had fallen asleep. When he woke up, the first thing he was aware
of was his raging hard-on. It throbbed at attention, painfully reminding
him Willow had not yet satisfied him.

Willow knelt on the bed, his shirt loosely draped on her tiny frame.
She had snuck back to Giles' for their clothes. Afraid they might notice them.
She had thought about writing a note, but couldn't think of anything nearly
believable.

She had remembered to steal some food and the tub of pig's blood out of
Giles' refrigerator. A tingle of excitement had gone through her when
she had tiptoed silently out of the empty house with her treasures.

Seeing Spike at the crypt, asleep, had made her sigh. Maybe happiness,
maybe lust. Whatever it was, she couldn't stay away. She had just wanted a
bit of fun, something different. Now she was caught up in this elaborate war
against him. Willow feared what he might do if she revealed where the
key was.

Where the key was. That's a thought. She glanced around, ignoring
Spike's fluttering eyelashes as he awoke. She tried desperately where she had
set the little silver key when they had arrived earlier. She knew she had
slipped the cuffs in his duster as they left, but the key...

Spike studied Willow's confused expression. She had realized she had
misplaced the key. He resisted a chuckle, closing his eyes for more
sleep. He needed his rest.

The vampire fell asleep again, turning the tiny silver key over in his
fingers, out of sight of the girl.

~Part 12~ Fire

Willow was drunk on the pleasure Spike gave her. He had been licking
her dry for hours. Her screams had made her voice hoarse and throaty. She
hadn't let him come, forced him into the agony of teasing then pulling away, his
shouts and swears were louder each time.

She had tortured him in every way she could imagine. Not granting him
release, physically hurting him. The power she had over him made ran
electrical surges through her body. Willow fed off the high she got, a
little in the beginning, more as the pleasure increased.

She liked being bad.

Willow looped the worn silver bow around Spike's neck, pulling him up
as far as he could. So consumed with lust, he couldn't even think, he just did
what she did.

She smiled at his complete submission to her. She had him where she
wanted him.

His eyes flew open as she impaled herself on his painful erection,
thrusting up and down as if her very being depended on it. Instincts took over.
It was time.

Spike screamed when he came, piercing the echoing walls of the crypt.
He shot gallons up into her, filling Willow's womb with almost two days of
built up pressure.

The minutes flew by before he stopped shaking. As he calmed down,
Willow reached up, pulled the key from his clenched fist and released him from
the cuffs. Deep, red marks fashioned over his wrists, evidence of his
writhing under her will. She was confident he would never leave her.

Spike stared at her. "You...you knew?"

Willow rolled her eyes, lying her head on his bare chest. "Of course I
knew. You're naked. Not many places to hide it."

He chuckled, immensely proud of the little redhead. "You learn quickly,
pet."

"I should go. Buffy and the others are probably getting worried."

Spike sighed loudly.

"What?"

"Well, luv, I don't understand why you care so much about them. Look
what they did to you."

Willow craned her neck to look at him. "Did to me? They're my friends."

"Friends? Right. The Slayer takes you for granted. And then takes
credit for all the work you do, pushing you out of the spotlight and all. Xander
rejects you first for Cordelia, then the demon-girl. And Giles won't
even let you play with that mojo stuff you like so much."

She didn't want to think about it. They were her friends and they loved
her. How could that ever be true? But some part of her knew it was true.

"You know what you have to do, don't you, kitten?"

Willow frowned, half lost in her thoughts.

"No..."

"Revenge." Spike pushed. "They deserve it. They deserve to see your
true fire like I have. They deserve all you can give them."

Willow felt the rush of power again, streaking through her, making her
shudder against the cool vampire's flesh.

"Fire." She repeated, trying the word out on herself.

"Fire." He smiled. "So, you know what you have to do..."

"What?"

"You said it yourself, ducks." Spike pulled her tightly in his arms,
his
lips close to hers. She held her breath, knowing what was coming.

"Bad, bad things."

~Part 13~ Break In

Willow felt weird about breaking into her own dorm room. If you could
call it that. True, she lived there. But her intentions weren't of the good.
Yes, she most definitely had cruel intentions.

She crept silently past the sleeping Slayer, careful not to wake her. A
small smile was set on Buffy's lips. She hardly seemed too worried that
her friend had disappeared at the same time as one of the most vicious
vampires on earth. No worries there.

The closet door squeaked ever so slightly as it opened, the cool,
familliar wood sliding under Willow's fingers. She gripped the weapon in her
hand. Spike had given her a murderous looking knife for the deed. Everytime
she touched the object it gave her a jolt, made her tingle from top to
bottom.

"Such pretty clothes." Willow whispered under her breath.

The knife shined in the moonlight as she raised it.

-----

The tattered clothes in Willow's hand made her sigh happily. The power,
so much power, and drive. It was all so much. She couldn't believe she had
kept the good girl act up so long.

She pushed the clothes back in the closet, swiftly closing the door and
turning to leave.

"Bad, bad things." She muttered under her breath.

Her feet didn't even touch the floor as she snuck past her sleeping
friend. Willow glanced over at her quickly as her fingers touched the doorknob.
The knife throbbed in her hand.

Blonde strands illuminated by the moonlight. Highlighting innocence on
the Slayer's face.

Willow felt herself pulled by that same desire to Buffy's bed. She
glared down at her, remembering the words Spike had pressed into her head.

"Such beautiful hair." Willow breathed.

The knife.

~Part 14~ Morning

The empty bed beside hers was the first thing Buffy saw when her eyes
fluttered open in the morning sun. Her slashed golden tresses were the
second.

Buffy bolted out of bed, grabbing the chunks of hair in handfuls. She
shook in front of the mirror, her face crumpled in shock. Her long, beautiful
hair lay limp, hacked in her hands, shoulders, on the floor, her pillow. She
cried out as more pieces fell from her head.

-----

Giles hung up the phone, anger overtaking him. He quickly dressed,
grabbing his glasses. The librarian again reached for the phone, ready to
assemble the gang.

-----

Forty-five minutes later, the Scooby Gang, minus Willow sat gathered in
Giles' living room. Xander and Anya, on the floor, holding hands,
staring worriedly at Buffy.

The Slayer was distraught over the idea of someone doing something so
horrible to her. She held her head in her hands, stroking the jagged
strands shakily.

"This is sick." Xander broke the silence. "Why would someone hack the
mane of the Buff?" He glanced from person to person, before letting his gaze
fall on Buffy's red-rimmed eyes.

"I quite agree." Giles stated. "Whoever did this quite possibly has
something personal against Buffy. And since Spike has disappeared, it
leads me to believe..."

"Willow." Buffy interrupted, staring at the floor.

Giles stopped, removing his glasses to look at her more closely.
"Willow?"

She looked up. "She's gone. She vanished at the same time Spike did."

"Spike has her?" Xander interjected. "Assemble Scooby Gang, let's go
get her back."

Buffy looked doubtful, slowly pulling herself out of her reviere. "He
can't kill her, and he couldn't force her to go anywhere. If she's with him,
she went with him willingly."

The room fell silent. Anya was the first to speak.

"You think Willow did this? Why?"

Buffy had no answer.

-----

The figure moved from the window. She didn't want to listen anymore. As
much as the discussion, their pain, their confusion pleased her, plans were
to made, things needed to be attended to. She glanced both ways before
crossing the courtyard, her redhair shining in the morning sun.

Plans were to be made.

~Part 15~ Number Two

Willow stopped when she entered the crypt to find Spike sleeping
peacefully, stretched out in the bed they had shared the past four days. Still
around his neck, sat the silver bow that had first enpowered her around him.
The things he did to her.

She stepped over to lightly place a kiss on his lips.

Spike opened his eyes slowly.

"Mmm. You're back. What time is it?"

Willow sat on the edge of the bed. "Almost ten o'clock."

"You've been gone six hours? Did something go wrong?"

"No." A small smile crossed her face. "No. It was perfect. She was
asleep. I trashed all but two outfits. Not the prettiest ones either."

Spike nodded, very pleased. He stared at her expression. "That's not
all, is it?"

She glowed. "No. I was leaving and I looked over and her hair just
looked so perfect, long and blonde. I couldn't resist..."

"You cut her hair?" He was surprised at her evilness.

"Not so much cut as hack." Willow grinned. "You proud?"

Spike was overwhelmed by desire for her. "Am I..."

-----

The two consorts slid into the night hours later. Spike was letting
Willow take charge of her revenge. He had planted the thoughts in her mind.
Let her know what she had to do, and she did it. He knew that if the Slayer
caught him, he'd be dust in seconds, but watching the innocent redhead turn
bad was just too appealing. It'd be a worthy demise, he figured.

For someone unfamiliar with creating trouble over causing it, Willow
moved quickly, easily. She glided around streetlights, avoiding anyone that
might recognize her and lead the Slayer to her. She knew where she was going
and what she was going to do when she got there.

The window wasn't hard to open. Her and Xander used to sneak in the
basement that way when they were kids. She just had to snap the lock and slide
through, then jump from the waiting stool to the floor.

Spike watched her break and enter the house, gleaming with pride.

Willow glanced around the dark basement. Xander was asleep. She smiled,
walking towards him slowly...

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