Bend and Not Break

Author: Jami

Parts: 11 - 20

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~Part: 11~

Xander started slightly at the sound of a door slamming in the distance. He looked anxiously to Cordelia but she too looked confused and Marie stopped her quick orders to the maid as she turned to see who made all that noise.

Willow walked back into the parlor stiffly, trying her best to forget what she saw out in the garden. She didn't know why she was so upset, really. William was in love with Cecily and apparently she decided that he was suddenly worthy of her affection. She should be happy for him; he was finally with the one he wanted. But she wasn't happy. In fact, she felt like her world was falling apart. How did her evening disintegrate so quickly? She was having a wonderful time earlier. She finally had Xander and Cordelia with her and was content to converse softly with William for the rest of the night. Unfortunately that no longer seemed like an option. He would probably too engrossed in Cecily to pay any attention to her. Maybe he was reciting a poem to her as they stood in the garden right now. Biting her lip to keep tears of frustration and sadness at bay, she forced a smile onto her face as she approached the concerned Xander.

"Will," he said softly, "are.are you alright?"

"I am fine," she said without feeling, her voice thick. Cordelia shared a worried look with her husband as Marie dismissed the maid and joined the small group across the room. Trying to brighten her expression, Willow shook her head and smiled more genuinely at her friends.

"What did I miss?" the redhead asked.

"Nothing," answered Cordelia thoughtfully. "We were speaking about how lovely your home is," she said, looking to Marie as well.

"Thank you," replied the older woman sweetly.

"It is exquisite," agreed Willow, jumping slightly when she heard a door slam again and quickened footsteps headed their way. She hoped it was Cecily. That may seem like a strange thought, but she wasn't ready to speak with William just yet. She knew he had to be ecstatic over the recent events. He was probably longing to tell her about their encounter but she didn't think she could handle it. Why did she have to recognize her burgeoning feelings for the man right when Cecily decided she wanted him? This would have been so much easier if she didn't believe that she could very well be falling for him.

"Willow?" pleaded a nervous William as he entered the room, his back hunching as all the faces in the room turned to his when he spoke. Willow looked down and away, silently cursing her luck. He wanted to talk, and she imagined how awkward that conversation would be.

The five remained as they were, silence pervading the room. The swishing of skirts alerted them to another presence as Cecily strolled into the room happily. She took in all the long faces, especially William's worried expression and Willow's devastated one. Smiling to herself, she spared the group one last disparaging look before leaving the parlor, deciding it was best that she not be there. Cordelia saw the smug look on the brunette's face and grew suspicious. Whispering a quick 'I'll be back' to Xander, she stood and left, knowing she wouldn't be missed.

"William," Marie began, trying her best to diffuse the situation, "I was wondering where you had run off to." At Willow's indelicate snort, she looked to her niece curiously. William looked hurt and glanced imploringly at Marie. Catching his hint, she placed her hand on Xander's arm to get his attention.

"Let us step out for a moment," she whispered softly as he stood and followed her out of the room, casting one last glance at Willow.

"We need to talk," William said gently. Willow frowned and went to object but one look at his down-turned face, she gave in.

"Yes, we do."

~~~*~~~

"Excuse me," said Cordelia as she waltzed into the dining room where Cecily was currently pouring herself a drink. "May I inquire something?"

"And what is it you want to ask me?" replied Cecily without turning to face the newcomer.

"I would like to know what you have done to my friend?" she asked bluntly, almost smiling when she saw the girl spin on her heel to glare at her before looking impassively at her.

"What makes you think I have done anything to your precious Willow?" she questioned cautiously.

"The tears shining in her eyes and the look on her face made it quite obvious that something happened. And to be quite honest, you seem to thrive on hurting other's feelings, so I made the obvious connection."

"How dare you!" Cecily declared. "You have no right to speak to me that way. You are a guest in my home, may I remind you."

"I may be a guest, but I am not your friend. I *am* Willow's friend though. She may be your family, but I hold no such obligations, myself. I personally could not care less if I offend you. So, I will ask again, and you will answer me, what did you do to her?"

"I did nothing but show her how foolish it was to fall for that poor excuse of a poet in the parlor."

"Why are you so determined to hurt them?" she groaned. "Willow has done nothing to you, and yet you insist on demeaning her and insulting her friendship with Mr. Ashton."

"You know nothing about me, Mrs. Harris," she stated dryly. "Do not presume you have the right to question my motivations. If Willow was silly enough to actually fall for a man who practically followed me around like a puppy, she only got what she deserved. I mean, really, does she think he could want her? He loves me, and frankly, she does not compare."

"That is enough," interrupted an angry Marie who was standing in the doorway, flanked by a furious Xander. He didn't hear all their conversation, but he did hear her insult his best friend, call her silly and foolish. He may have despised her before, but he surely hated her now.

"Upstairs. Now," she demanded as she stared at her daughter. Cecily opened and shut her mouth, glaring at her mother incredulously.

"You cannot mean to send *me* to my room!" she screeched.

"I said now," Marie nearly growled, startling her daughter. Pausing only a moment, the girl finally stomped out of the room and upstairs, slamming her bedroom door violently. Running a hand over her now tired face, Marie looked apologetically at her guests. They each took a seat at the dining room table, knowing that Willow and William needed to speak privately, even though none of them knew exactly what had happened.

~~~*~~~

They sat across from each other, neither one speaking, not knowing what to say. They had sat in silence, eventually turning their attention to the sounds of an argument and Cecily's angry ascent up the stairs. Neither one were surprised by her outburst though. Finally tiring of the quiet, Willow sighed and looked down.

"Why are you here?"

"What?" he asked; shocked that she was asking something like that. Did she not want him here any longer? "You invited me," he whispered dejectedly.

"That is not what I meant," she replied in apology. "I meant, why are you here with me?"

"Who else would I be here with?" he countered softly.

"Cecily," she answered without emotion. "I do not know why you came in here to speak with me. You finally got the girl, so why are in here with me? Should you not be with her?"

"You do not understand," he said, frustration obvious in his voice.

"What do I not understand?" she asked with a humorless laugh. "She kissed you, did she not?"

"Well, yes.but," he started but she stopped him.

"Then that is all there is to know," she added with finality. She didn't hate him, she couldn't. But she really didn't want to sit here and listen to him gush about Cecily all night.

"No it is not!" he shouted, losing his normally cool and shy exterior as she refused to listen to him. She sat back, shocked that he had just yelled at her. William had never yelled at her before. "Will you please just listen to me?" he pleaded. She nodded her agreement and he sighed, thankful she agreed.

"I.I do not know why she did it. It was to hurt me, to hurt you," he confessed. "She does not care for me. I know that, do not think me naïve. I believe she knew you were there, I did not. I would never do something like that to you."

"You did not *do* anything to me," she countered. It was the truth after all. They were only friends; she had no right to feel betrayed. But she just couldn't help it. Seeing that, she would have to admit, hurt.

"So you are not angry," he said, knowing she was. "It does not bother you that we kissed?"

"N-No," she said unconvincingly. He smiled sadly and left his seat to kneel in front of her, pulling her hands into his, gripping them tightly.

"It meant nothing to me," he told her sincerely. "I know you do not believe me and I understand why, but you know I would never lie to you. Please tell me you know that."

"I know," she said, unable to look him in the eye. He smiled a bit and continued.

"Then you must believe me when I say that I did not want to kiss her. I do not know when everything changed, but my feelings for her have changed. Maybe my eyes have been opened, but I did not want her, and I still do not. And I know her feelings for me have not changed. She still thinks me beneath her, she does not want me."

"Then why?" questioned Willow, "Why would she mess with your feelings like that? Why would she wait for me to see you both?"

"She was angry," he answered. "She knows that I have changed. That was obvious after what she said to me when I tried to leave to speak with you. She knew I did not love her, she knows what I feel for you, she knows that I--" he started but didn't finish his sentence. He wanted to tell her, tell her that Cecily knew that he loved the redhead before him. He wanted her to know that he loved her. But he couldn't do it. She was his only friend, he couldn't lose her. He knew he wasn't good enough for her, he never could be. And he loved her enough to know that she deserved better than him. He would do anything to ensure her happiness, even if that meant seeing her with another man.

"That you what?" she asked breathily. She looked to him, seeing the fear in his eyes and praying that it meant what she hoped. All she wanted was to hear him say that he might love her because honestly, she felt the same way. She gazed into his eyes as he debated something internally. Her hope died when she saw his face harden slightly and a determined look enter his eyes.

"Nothing," he replied, effectively ending that topic, "She was just trying to hurt me. That is all. I am sorry if it bothered you. I never wish to be responsible for anything that hurts you," he added softly, angry at himself that he just couldn't be brave. She nodded dejectedly and pushed him away slightly, pulling her hands from his grasp as she stood. He rose from his knees and glanced at her, worried as he saw her closed off expression.

"I think you should go," Willow said, unable to look his way. "It is getting late."

He bit his lip at her dismissal of him, unable to understand why she seemed so sad. He went to apologize again but she wouldn't let him.

"Just." she started before sighing, "just go." Without a word goodbye, she left him alone in the parlor as she walked upstairs and went into her room, saying nothing to anyone.

Feeling like he had just lost everything that mattered to him, William hastily found his coat, nearly running over the butler.

"Watch your bloody step!" he ground out as he pushed past the older man and out the front door. He should have just told her the truth, he thought as he started down the street, ignoring his carriage in favor of walking.

"Stupid," he muttered to himself, tears blurring his vision. "I am so bloody stupid."

~Part: 12~

A small, hesitant knock sounded at her bedroom door and Willow was quite tempted to ignore it completely. She thought it could possibly be Cecily, coming to gloat, but she realized that her cousin would never be polite enough to knock. Sighing tiredly, the night's events taking a lot out of her, Willow walked across her room and opened the door a crack, smiling shakily as she looked at her visitor.

"Come in, Xander," the brunette walked inside as she moved to the side. Willow shut the door behind him and climbed on her bed, sitting comfortably in the middle of the mattress. Xander grinned as his eyes swept over her. She had her hair down, the long red strands framing her face and accentuating the green in her eyes, making her look even more childlike, vulnerable even. He remembered a time not long ago when they had sat in his room, chatting as friends do, without a care in the world. But he realized that their circumstances had changed and her eyes that usually held such light were unnaturally dull.

"I am not supposed to have boys in my room," she whispered teasingly. He smiled at her attempt to lighten the mood.

"Ah, but I am no boy," he replied, making his voice even deeper than usual. She giggled and shook her head.

"I know, whatever would your wife say if she discovered you left your room at night to visit another woman?"

"If it were anyone but you, Will, she would have my head," he answered sincerely before taking a seat on her bed as well. He reached for her hand, clasping it with his own while he played with her fingers idly.

"You know?" she asked quietly, sadly.

"About what happened tonight? Yes, we all do." She frowned when he said that. She had hoped to keep this matter private.

"Why do I care?" she questioned, looking to him with a desperate need for answers she didn't have.

"You love him," he said simply, with a shrug of his shoulders. She opened her mouth to deny his claim, but he stopped her with a single finger pressed against her lips. "You cannot lie to me. I know you too well. He loves you too, you know."

"You are wrong," she argued softly. "You were not there. You did not hear the longing in his voice as he spoke of her. Of Cecily. He writes poetry about her, did you know that? He thinks himself not good enough for her. She hurts him and hurts him and he cannot help but come back for more. He is all I have. You are not here, with me, anymore. He is the only person I trust completely and she wants to take him away."

"Will--" he tried to break in, his heart breaking at her solemn statement. Her voice had grown increasingly quiet as her speech went on and he could tell she was doing her best to hold back her tears.

"She does not love him," she continued as if he never spoke. "She never did and never will. He told me that he knows that, but I do not think he cares. And tonight, he was a pawn to her. A means to hurt me, to prove that she will always be better than me. And you know the worst part? She is right. I did not grow up like she did, with all her money and privilege. I did not have reputable tutors. I have never had masses of suitors calling on me. And now, the only man, other than yourself, that has ever given me any attention is being taken away. But what I do not understand is why. He loves her, not me. We are only friends and that is all we ever will be. She has his heart, not me. So why does she have to do this? Why can I not even have a friend to call my own?"

"Oh Will," he sighed sympathetically, pulling her to him, wrapping his arms around her and rubbing her arms soothingly. "She has never been better than you. Money does not mean she is the better person. Cecily is upset, because you have something that she believes was hers. She thinks you have taken something away from her."

"What? What do I have, Xander? I have nothing," she said, choking on her sobs.

"You have his heart," he told her gently, trying to stop her crying. "She may have had his heart before, but believe me when I tell you he loves her no longer. Would I ever lie to you?"

"No," she said quietly. He loosened his hold on her and pulled her face up to look him in the eye.

"Then know that I speak the truth when I tell you he loves you."

"I wish I could believe you," she replied, shaking her head in denial. "But you are mistaken. He is trying his best to get over her, he told me as much. But he does not love me. He would have told me." His hearty chuckle caused her to glare menacingly at him which only increased his laughter.

"You cannot be serious," he said as he tried to stifle his laughter. "Will! You know him better than I do. I can tell he is shy. He has already been hurt by the woman he thought he was in love with. Why would he put himself out there to get hurt again? I do not see him making the first move. The question is, are you willing to risk your heart and tell him how you feel?"

"I just.I cannot!" she cried, dropping her head into her hands. Xander shook his head and stood, deciding to move to her window. A wide smile graced his face at what he saw outside. There was William, pacing furiously, muttering to himself. He obviously felt as awful as Willow did. And knew Cecily was not the reason William was standing outside the house. Biting his lip, considering his options, Xander remained at the window, watching the sad young man on the street below.

It had started to rain again, that is the wonderful thing about England, it is always raining. To anyone else, it might seem depressing, but to Xander it was calming. The rain had a cleansing effect on him. It washed away all the bad, bringing forth new beginnings. Looking to his best friend, he smiled slightly. She was in desperate need for a new beginning, and he was willing to bet that a certain soaked Englishman needed one as well.

"Go outside," he ordered softly. Willow whipped her head around to look at him. She gave him a look which clearly asked if he had lost his mind.

"Are you kidding? It is raining!" she declared with a roll of her eyes.

"For once Willow, could you please just do as I ask without questioning me. You know I only have your best interests in mind. Just go downstairs and walk out the front door. You will see why in a moment." She went to argue but thought better of it. She was only in her nightclothes so she slipped on a thick robe and left the room, not even glancing back at Xander, silently telling him she was not happy. He ignored her little show and returned his attention to the window.

~~~*~~~

William did not know why he was here. He stalked the small area of the cobblestone street in front of the Adam's home, mumbling angrily to himself. He felt so stupid. Cecily was doing her best to hurt him, again. But that wasn't what bothered him. He was beginning to realize he did not live and breathe for her anymore, and that felt really good. But he didn't know what to do about Willow. Part of him was screaming to tell her that he loved her. He thought that maybe she could feel the same way too, that she might be able to love him. But if he was wrong, he could lose everything. That is if he hadn't lost it already. After tonight, who knew?

He ignored the feeling of his heavy, water-logged clothes as he paced in the rain. His hair was matted and he had long since taken off his glasses, placing them in his pocket to protect them from the rain. Everything was all wrong, and he didn't know how to fix it.

The front door creaked as it opened, the sound causing William to spin on his heel and his eyes shot to the door. His eyes widened as he saw Willow standing there, in nothing but her nightclothes, paying no heed to the pouring rain.

"William?" she asked curiously, walking down the steps carefully and making her way to his side. "What are you doing? Are you alright?" she asked frantically.

"I am fine," he answered awkwardly, having to raise his voice slightly so he could be heard over the rain pounding on the pavement. "Why are out here? You will catch your death of cold!" he scolded.

"Do not worry about me, what do you think you are doing? Are you trying to freeze?" she questioned with an annoyed glare. "Why are you here?" He sputtered a bit but did not answer. "Say something!"

"I am sorry, alright!" he shouted, his voice cracking a bit. "I am sorry I hurt you, I am sorry you saw what you did, and I am sorry that I am so dreadful with words that I cannot truly express how I feel. I do not understand what it is about you! You create more confusing feelings in me than Cecily ever did! And every time I try to make you understand I stick my bloody foot in my mouth!" She was shocked into inaction at his outburst.

William extended his arm, his hand moving to trace her cheek and jaw lightly before pulling back like he had been scalded, his hand in a tight fist. Willow grabbed his hand, trying to convey her confusion but also be reassuring. At her touch, he reacted, wrapping his free hand around her wrist and pulling her to him, his lips tasting hers impulsively. Willow was too surprised to move at first, but slowly relaxed under his touch, returning his kiss with equal ardor.

He pulled away to take deep breaths, to calm himself. He glanced at her flushed face, his eyes focused on her slightly reddened lips. She looked up at him, unable to form words. Pushing him away, only for some breathing room, she turned away from him slightly. His heart broke when she pushed him away and he let her go. She looked as if she was trying to think of something to tell him, but he knew he really didn't want to hear it. With an angry curse under his breath, he turned around quickly and moved to leave. He didn't want to see the disgust on her face.

"Will, please," she stopped him suddenly with a firm hand on his shoulder. He didn't move away but didn't face her either. "I do not know what to say," she confessed timidly. She didn't know why he had kissed her, knowing he probably didn't mean to. It was just an impulsive action on his part.

"I understand," he murmured quietly, his back to her. "I know I overstepped my place. But do not tell me that we can still be friends. I know you do not want me, and I do not think I can stand to see pity in your eyes every time you look at me."

"William."  she started again but his angry sigh stopped her.

"Just let me go," he pleaded, and she could hear the tears in his voice.

"I cannot do that," she said determinedly. She tightened her hold on his shoulder and forced him to face her. His head was down and he still refused to look her in the eye. Knowing there was nothing she could say that would make him listen to her, so she did the only thing she could think of. She kissed him.

~~~*~~~

Xander watched the couple with a slight smile. There had been a moment where he had been worried. Willow and William were both so insecure, he wasn't sure they would be able to get past all their own private fears. But seeing them now, kissing softly in the now light rain, he knew things would be better now. Not perfect, things were rarely so, but getting there. He was only sad that he was leaving tomorrow, he would have loved to see Cecily's reaction to this occurrence. Oh well, something to look forward to next time they visited.

~Part: 13~

Willow slipped into her bedroom, unnoticed by anyone in the house. She had just said goodbye to William, reluctantly, but the rain was getting heavier and it was the middle of the night so he had to go home. So with one final reassuring kiss and embrace she sent him on his way and ran back inside her house. Nearly shaking from the cold, she threw off her robe and nightclothes and changed into something warmer and practically jumped out of her skin at the knock on her door. She called out a quick 'come in' as she finished dressing and blushed when she saw Cordelia's head peek inside, a secretive smile on her face.

The brunette closed the door behind her as Willow climbed into bed. Cordelia shrugged to herself and slipped under the covers as well, trying her best to remain warm. When the redhead stayed silent, she raised an eyebrow and sighed.

"So did you and William have a nice talk?" she inquired innocently. Willow's face became red and Cordy laughed at her friend's embarrassment.

"Xander told you he was here?"

"He did not tell me anything," she denied. "I came in here to see where my husband disappeared to. Imagine my surprise when I saw him standing alone by your window. I went to his side to see what he could be looking at so intently. I must say, there was a lovely view outside your window, Willow," she added with a cheeky grin.

"Yes, well.I-I." she sputtered and Cordy just rolled her eyes.

"Relax, Will. There is no need to be so embarrassed. Xander thought it was about time you two realized your feelings. Honestly Willow, I have never met two people so perfectly suited for each other like you. I must say, I approve."

"This is not good, Cordy," Willow said softly. "I do not think you understand how complicated things could get when Cecily finds out. She will be furious."

"So what? She has no claim on him. She does not care for him, and thankfully he has recognized that whatever he felt for her was not love. That is all that matters. She has no right to be angry."

"She will not see it that way, though. She does not like the idea that I have taken something she thinks of as hers. I know it does not make sense, but Cecily was never the sanest of people. Who knows what she will try to do? I do not want her to hurt him anymore because she is angry with me. Tonight just showed us how far she would go. She kissed him, knowing he had feelings for her and using those against him, and knowing that I was going to see them together. She is doing her best to make sure that we cannot even remain friends, let alone anything more." Frustrated tears started to gather in her eyes and Cordy shushed her, pulling her into a loose embrace.

"Everything will be fine, you will see. I know that you have to live with her, which cannot make things any easier. But if you ever need a vacation, just some time away, you know you can come home and visit us. Xander would love nothing more than to have you back with us, even for a little while. You can even invite William to come along if you like," she added slyly. At the redhead's timid giggle, she relaxed. "I promise you, you will get your happy ending. If anyone deserves it Will, it is you. Cecily will not stand in your way, or William's. And when I make a promise, you know I will keep it. Right?"

"Right," Willow agreed quietly before pulling away and wiping away her tears on her sleeves. "Thanks, Cordy. But I just do not know how this will work--"

"Stop it," demanded Cordelia firmly. "She tried to hurt you both tonight. She tried to destroy any chance you two had at happiness together and ruin your friendship, to break your trust. But she could not do it. He did not fall into her arms, he pushed her away. He ran to you, he had to make sure you understood what happened. After it was all said and done, he was not with her. He did not want to be near her. He needed to be with you. She could not pull you two apart tonight and she will not ever succeed."

"What if he realizes he was wrong? What if one day he realizes he did love her and I was just the one who was available, who did not turn him away? I just.she never paid attention to him, you know? She always cut him down, made fun of him. But I never did. I liked him and trusted him and never laughed at his feelings. I am afraid he has mistaken gratitude for genuine affection. And Cordy, I do not think I could handle it if he decided he did not want me, not really. I am not like you, or Cecily. I have never had someone who wanted just me. Why would he, after thinking himself in love with my cousin all this time, fall for me? He might just be afraid of losing a friend."

"Will," she sighed, "two things. One, please do not compare me and Cecily," she said with a small grin. "And two, he would be absolutely daft not to fall in love with you."

"Cordelia!" she screeched in reprimand, but the brown-eyed girl just shrugged it off. She kissed her friend on the forehead and stood.

"I best go and let you rest. Xander and I will not be leaving until the mid-afternoon. We will speak with you later, when you wake."

"Do you have to leave tomorrow?" she pleaded desperately. Everything just seemed more manageable with her dearest friends around. She needed their support and encouraging words. "Can you not stay a few more days? Please? Must you go?"

"We cannot stay forever, Will," she chided playfully. "But I will see if it is possible to remain in London for an extra day or two. We shall talk more about it in the morning. Now go to bed," she ordered with a grin as she turned and left her friend to her thoughts.

Willow grunted as she turned on her side, punching her pillow as she tried her best to find a comfortable position. Her mind was going a mile a minute. Every event of the night replayed constantly in her head and she didn't know how she could possibly fall asleep now. Between remembering Cecily's actions, William yelling at her, and myriad of emotions she had felt, she could not calm herself. Then her mind sifted through the remainder of that evening and the memory of William holding her, kissing her, and she smiled. She was asleep in moments.
~~~*~~~
 

Waiting in her sitting room, she glanced at the clock on the mantle and back to the front door, a worried expression crossing her delicate features. Mrs. Ashton had to stop herself from biting her nails, it always was a bothersome habit she had when she was worried and she had worked so hard at breaking it. William helped her get over it, but now he was the reason she was tempted to do it again. It was late, extremely late actually, and he had yet to return. She wondered if perhaps the carriage had been in an accident due to the weather. Or maybe he was out, walking around, hurting over something Cecily had said, yet again. He had a tendency to do that, wander aimlessly when he was thinking or in pain. He told her it gave him time to collect his thoughts, to compose himself, so he would be ready to face another day.

It was nearing midnight when she heard the familiar clattering of hooves on the loose pebbles in front of their home. She straightened in her chair and waited, quite impatiently. The front door opened noiselessly, and she could see that he was making an effort to remain quiet so he didn't wake her. As if she would be asleep.

Closing the door behind him, William couldn't bring himself to wipe the ridiculous grin he had off his face. He had been so frightened when he had tried to reason with Willow and she pushed him away. And he had been absolutely terrified when he kissed her, not knowing how she would react to such a bold action. But she had amazed him yet again. He was beginning to think that he was constantly underestimating his little redhead.

He had tried his best to turn away from her. To leave so he wouldn't have to listen to her come up for an excuse for why she didn't think of him like that. And he knew he couldn't stand to hear her tell him they could still be friends, no matter that he obviously had stronger feelings for her. She would never openly reject him; he knew that, she was too kind and considerate. But he didn't think she could accept him, like that, but she proved him wrong. When he wanted to leave, when he refused to listen to her, she did the one thing he never expected. She kissed him. And he had no doubt about her feelings for him. She wasn't doing it because she pitied him; she wasn't just trying to console him or make him feel better. She kissed him because she wanted to, because she cared for him, maybe even loved him, or she could.

He could feel her hesitation and he knew that they still had a long way to go before they were really going to be comfortable around each other. She was in the worst position, he realized. He knew that she cared for him, wanted him, and no one else. But she didn't have the same reassurance. When she had met him, he declared his love for her cousin, which he believed to be deep and all encompassing. He had time to think, that was all he had done for days practically, and realize that while whatever he had felt for Cecily had been intense, it was not love. How could he love someone who couldn't stand to even look at him? He knew that the only woman he had ever met who he could honestly say he loved completely was Willow. He didn't doubt that. His feelings for her were equally intense, but more importantly, he also felt contentment, happiness. For once, he wasn't in pain because he was in love.

But she didn't know that. And he would have to do his best to show her the truth. One thing they had in common was their tendency to be extremely insecure. Words were nice, but ultimately meaningless. She needed more than reassuring words of love, she would need actions. She would need to see that he was truthful when he finally confessed that he loved her. He just had to figure out how to show her. And it was made more difficult when she lived with the woman he claimed to have loved only weeks before. No doubt Cecily would do her best to disrupt their happiness, if her actions tonight were any indication. But he wouldn't let that get to him; he had more important things to focus on. He had Willow.

He moved to climb the stairs to his bedroom but the soft sound of someone clearing their throat stopped him. He looked into the sitting room and frowned when he saw his mother sitting there. He moved to her side, his face clouded with worry.

"Are you well, mum?" he asked softly, kneeling beside her. She laughed lightly and ran her hand through his hair, smoothing the dripping strands back, away from his face.

"Am I well? You, son, look like a drowned rat," she chuckled.

"Yes, well, I got caught in the rain," he admitted sheepishly, his lips still curled in that infectious grin.

"And what has caused my boy to smile like that?" she inquired gently, relieved that he was alright and happy to see him looking so well. "Wait," she interrupted as he moved to answer, "let me guess. Could Willow be responsible for the happiness I see in your eyes?"

"You were always the observant one," he replied with a small laugh. "And I shall tell you all about my evening in the morning, you need your rest, you know that," he reminded her sharply. He helped her stand and they slowly ascended the staircase. He led her to her bedroom door and placed a kiss on her cheek before squeezing her hand and leaving her to go to his own room.

Smiling as she watched him walk away, she found herself looking up, sighing gratefully.

"I do believe I like that girl," she whispered happily before climbing into bed, allowing the soothing pattering of the rain lull her into a deep sleep.

~Part: 14~

Cecily woke rather late in the morning. She slinked to her vanity and her hairbrush, running it through the ringlets of her brown hair before pulling it back for now and pinning it in place. Satisfied with her looks, she dressed quickly, eager to be out of her bedroom. After her mother's public scolding of her and sending her to her room, she had remained there, in horrid isolation, until now. She honestly could not believe the woman had the nerve to chastise her, in front of company no less! But she took small consolation that it was only Xander and Cordelia that witnessed her embarrassing situation.

She smiled faintly as she descended the staircase and heard the soft murmur of voices in the dining room. She was a little peeved that her mother had not called her for breakfast but she knew that Marie was quite angry with her at the moment. She wondered if she would have the pleasure of seeing Willow stammer and look away from her approaching form when she joined them, or maybe the redhead would just ignore her presence completely. Either reaction would be a welcomed one. After her encounter with William last night, which she was doing her best to erase from her memory, Cecily was looking forward to seeing the girl distraught. Maybe there would be tears, one could hope.

Nothing prepared her for the cheery scene that greeted her as she walked through the doorway. Marie was seated at the head of the table, per usual. Xander and Cordelia were on one side of the large table, Willow on the other. The redhead was smiling brightly, laughing lightly as she spoke in loud, jovial tones with her friends. Cecily plopped into her chair with a defeated expression. This wasn't supposed to happen. Where were the tears, the angry words, the pained looks on their faces? All were absent; in their place a lighthearted conversation as they all happily ignored her. That was just.uncalled for. With a frown, she looked down at the table, her eyes falling on the plate that had just been placed in front of her. Sighing, she grabbed her fork, absentmindedly poking at the eggs before letting it clatter onto plate.

The noise drew attention to her sullen form and Cecily openly scowled at Marie's curious look, and the other's amused ones. Normally she thrived in the spotlight, but now she wanted nothing more than to disappear. She was having a bad morning, actually make that a bad week, and she was in no mood to be studied at the moment.

"What?!" she shrieked, annoyed that they were all still focused on her. Marie shook her head and began eating once more. Willow hid a smile and looked to Xander again. Cordelia grinned widely at Cecily before turning to Willow and gave the redhead a conspiratorial wink.

"Willow," stated the brunette with a sly tone, "You never did tell us what all the noise was about last night," Cordy said conversationally. She knew exactly what happened the night before but she knew her friend was worried about how to tell Cecily. So she figured she might as well get it out of the way. That way, she and Xander would be there to help her and with Marie in the room as well, she hoped Cecily would have the decency to keep her mouth shut. She wasn't exactly holding her breath for that one though.

"Oh yes," interrupted Marie curiously. "I thought I heard someone moving around last night. I assumed it was the maid, finishing up some of her last minute duties. I believe I heard someone leave the house, in the pouring rain, nonetheless. What was all the fuss about?"

Willow glared at Cordelia who merely smiled in return, before answering.

"I-I had a visitor. It was nothing important, really."

"Not important?" countered Marie with a frown. "It was so unimportant that you left the house, in your nightclothes, to stand outside in the rain? That does not sound unimportant. Besides, who comes calling in the middle of the night anyway?"

"William did not mean anything by it, he just--" Cecily's tinkle of laughter stopped Willow's explanation.

"William, did you say?" she interrupted. "Hmmm, so he came back. I knew he missed me. We did not get to say a proper goodbye, after all, considering how I was sent away so abruptly," she added with a not-so-subtle glare at her mother. "Did he give you a message for me?"

"No," replied Willow, biting the inside of her cheek to keep her from throttling her cousin. "You did not come up at all, in fact," she added shortly. Cecily raised an inquisitive eyebrow at her statement, clearly questioning her sincerity.

"Oh, I see. He came to let you down easy then," she declared with a feigned look of sympathy. "I hope you did not embarrass yourself dear. I could only imagine how you could have traumatized the poor boy, crying on his shoulder, maybe begging him to give you a chance. That would have been a sight to see. I am almost sorry I missed it."

"Hold your tongue!" demanded Marie, her hand clenching the glass she had been drinking from harshly. "You will say no such things. I thought I raised you better than that. You must get your unruly tongue from your father's side."

"Aunt Marie," Willow broke in softly, placing a hand on her arm to placate her. "It is fine."

"No it is not," she replied hotly. "You, child," she started, staring daggers at her daughter, "are quite outspoken, which I have always encouraged. But I refuse to sit here and listen to berate everyone who crosses your path. You will realize soon that you are no better than the lowest scullery maid with an attitude such as yours. Act like the lady I raised you to be, or at the very least, keep your mouth shut. Is that clear?"

"Crystal," responded Cecily curtly, her mouth pressed into a thin line. With a decisive nod, Marie stood, pushing her chair back as she left the room abruptly. She needed some air, a chance to calm herself before she did or said something she might regret. She retired to the garden in silence.

"Well that was certainly unexpected," said Cecily darkly. She cocked her head to the side, studying her cousin and paying no attention to the others in the room. "I am amazed how fast she came running to your aid. She is *my* mother after all. You are bound and determined to steal everything that belongs to me, are you not?"

"Excuse me?" Willow breathed, unable to comprehend that she actually believed that was what she was doing.

"You heard me," she replied with a scowl. "You come here, into *my* home. You turn *my* mother against me. I suppose that now because your pathetic excuse for a mother is six feet under you want to take mine. Then you try to steal William's affections from me. Well, I hate to inform you of this, but listen carefully dear, you will not win. They all belong to me and have since long before you ever stepped foot in London. This house is mine, that woman," she said, pointing to the doors leading to the garden, "is mine, and precious William is mine. You think he can forget me so quickly? You may have weaseled your way into his heart, his mind, but I reminded him last night of what he was missing. He loves me and always will. You never stood a chance, even if I ever viewed you as competition. You cannot even begin to compare to me."

"Is that so?" Willow asked quietly. Cordelia and Xander were now sitting back in their chairs, watching with enraptured fascination. Each were ready to step in and defend Willow at a moment's notice but they knew she wanted and needed to handle this by herself.

"Yes, it is. Tell me, when he went running to you after you interrupted us last night, did he try to make you feel better? Did he do his best to push you away without hurting your feelings? Or did he forget your emotions completely and just tell who how elated he was, now that he had finally kissed me? You know he had dreamed about doing such things, for so long." Since they were sitting next to each other, Cecily shifted in her chair and extended her arm, letting her hand graze Willow's face, brushing her fingertips quickly across her lips with a smile.

"That was his first kiss, you know," Cecily stated with a smug grin. Willow pulled away, her teeth worrying her bottom lip as she considered this piece of information. Xander saw that familiar look of doubt and sorrow creep into her eyes and frowned. "You never forget your first," she continued sweetly. "To think, even years from now, when he is old and gray, he will always remember me; the feel of my lips against his, my hands on his chest. Not even you can erase the memory of me that he carries with him now. He could not forget me even if he wanted to."

With a final look of boredom, Cecily pushed herself out of her seat and stood. She ambled toward the doorway, stopping right before she stepped out into the hall. She turned around halfway, smiling slightly at Willow.

"You will understand soon," she told the redhead. "The only things currently in this city that you hold any claim to are those two," she said, gesturing to Xander and Cordelia with disdain. "And they will be gone by the end of the day. Enjoy borrowing what belongs to me while you can. You will leave London eventually, not soon enough for my tastes. And when you are gone, things will go back to being as they should."

Willow watched her leave, contemplating what to do next. Xander went to speak but Willow stood suddenly, her face a mask of anger as she strode quickly out of the dining room and following her cousin. Cecily had gather her things and walked out the front door, heading to her carriage with plans to go into the city for the day. Willow followed closely behind, with Xander and Cordelia trailing behind curiously. None of the foursome paid any notice to the other carriage currently heading their way.

"Why do you do it?" yelled Willow, trying to get Cecily's attention as she ran down the front steps. The brunette turned around with an annoyed sigh. "Why do you love to try and hurt me?"

"I cannot help it if the truth is painful for you to hear," she replied with a shrug. Xander, who was standing behind the arguing women and off to the side, quickly alerted his wife to the approaching figure who had just stepped out of his carriage. Cordelia's eyes widened but she remained silent, waiting to see what would happen.

"None of this belongs to you," said Willow, gesturing to everything around them. "This city is not yours, this house is not yours; it is your mother's. And you certainly do not own people. I have never met someone as spoiled and selfish as you. I have done nothing but been kind to you. I have never done anything to hurt you, intentionally or otherwise. And when I actually meet someone in this god-forsaken city that I can call a friend you accuse me of stealing him from you. He was never yours, you never wanted him, remember?"

Cecily's eyes darkened and she took a step toward her fuming cousin.

"You just cannot stand the fact that he is not hanging on your every word. You are so used to being praised. To being told how wonderful you are. Well, you are undeserving of such praise. You treat everyone you meet with scorn and disdain. You insult people and then have the nerve to expect them to fall at your feet. Well, I refuse to play a part in your petty game. You want all this? The house, the devoted mother? You can have them, I never asked for any of it. But I will not let you continue treating William with the same consideration you give to the poorest wretch on the street. He deserves better than that, and you know it. As for me, treat me as you will. I am quite used to being the object of your contempt. But do not assume I will simply put up with your pathetic attempts to toy with my life. I have never been one to stand idly by while someone destroys any semblance of happiness I have. If you want a fight, then you can have one."

"Who knew the little kitten had claws?" Cecily commented with an icy glare. "Make no mistake, cousin. Against me, you will always come out the loser. And if you ever assume to speak to me like that again, I will--"

"You will not threaten her," announced a low, angry voice from behind her. Cecily turned around, surprised to see William standing there, looking decidedly furious. Willow looked equally surprised, not expecting him to be there either. Cecily pasted on a fake smile and moved to greet him, stretching out her hand, reaching out to touch him. He caught her wrist in a hard grip, not allowing the overly intimate gesture that was neither appropriate nor wanted.

Her smile immediately disappeared and she tugged her wrist free from his grasp. Her narrowed eyes studied his face. She had never seen him like this. She was familiar with his softer features. He usually had this utterly besotted look on his face when he gazed at her, his eyes warm and caring, even when she hurt him, that look never vanished. But it was no where to be found now. His jaw was clenched and there was this tic in his cheek which conveyed his anger. His eyes were cold and hard when he looked to her and she realized that the hold she had on him was waning, which absolutely incensed her.

And then she saw it. She saw his eyes become warm and loving, the tic in his cheek disappeared and his jaw relaxed as that oh so familiar expression of love and devotion clouded his features. And he was looking at Willow. Feeling something within her just snap, she stepped away from the small group now congregated outside her home. With one last look of fury at Willow, she quickly gathered her skirt in her hands so it did not drag on the ground and stomped to her carriage, barking orders to the driver before climbing in and leaving in a huff.

Seeing Willow deflate the second Cecily was out of sight, Xander moved to comfort her. He wanted to hold her and make sure she knew she was loved. She rarely spoke so harshly to anyone, but what she said was true and Cecily needed to be put in her place. He took one step forward but found himself pulled back. He looked questioningly at his wife, who had his shirt in her hand, keeping him in one spot. He opened his mouth to ask her what she was doing, but she smacked him lightly on the arm and pointed to the couple standing before them. He watched with a small smile as William carefully pulled Willow into his arms, holding her close to him. He whispered comforting nonsensical words to her, assuring her he was there for her.

William had heard most of what was said between the two women and was amazed at her defense of him. When he heard Cecily's last statement though, he could not simply stand by and allow her to threaten Willow. This was the first time he had stood up to Cecily and he had to admit that it felt good. But now, Willow needed his comfort. She was hurting and confused and she needed someone to just hold her and tell her everything would be okay, even if she didn't believe it.

Looking over her head, William nodded to Xander and Cordelia, signaling them that it was alright to go back inside. They silently conveyed their thanks for his tender care for their friend and turned away to return to the house. Watching them walk away, William pulled the redhead closer to him, pressing a kiss to her hair. He would make things better for her, he owed it to her.

~Part: 15~

Weeks had passed rather uneventfully, much to Willow's delight. She wasn't sure she could take much more scheming on her cousin's part. Cecily had actually taken to ignoring her completely. Between Marie's determination to curb her daughter's obnoxious behavior, Willow's tendency to fight back, and the fact that William was shunning her, Cecily had no one who would listen to her petty complaints. After a while, she simply had no way to get under their skin. So instead, she spent the majority of her days out in town, feeding her ego by fishing for compliments from any handsome and wealthy socialite she could run into. Life wasn't perfect for the snooty brunette but it was slowly getting back to normal, very slowly but still, she wasn't going to complain.

She still couldn't believe that William had chosen her mousy cousin over her, but it was his loss. He knew what he was missing. He may come around eventually. It really didn't matter. She didn't want him, she never did. Although, Cecily would have to admit that she would miss his constant praise and admiration. It was always nice when someone looked at you like you were the be-all end-all of existence. He still had that look in his eyes, only difference was, he got when he looked at the redhead.

That did bother her, she hated it in fact. She had never had anyone turn away from her, and certainly not for another woman. Especially someone she deemed so unworthy, like Willow. There was nothing special about the redhead. She was not impressive, she was too interested in book-learning, and she was not beautiful. She was too scrawny, and her red hair was such an oddity, she stood out in all the wrong ways.

Cecily had been afraid that people would look down upon her, knowing that William had abandoned his affections for her in favor of her cousin. But she no longer feared the backlash she had expected. Her friends were much too smart to think that Cecily wasn't good enough for the poor poet. His actions merely proved her theory that he was truly beneath her. He must have realized he never had a chance with her, so he decided to bestow his affections on someone who was more likely to return his love. Well, they could have each other. She wanted nothing to do with either one of them. She may have to live with Willow and see William quite frequently, but she didn't have to like it.

So she spent her days mingling with the upper-crust of London society and her evenings on the town with whichever wealthy gentleman had called on her. It was a pleasant existence. She had finally been able to pretend that Willow and William did not play a part in her life. Avoiding her cousin and ignoring the couple when William came to pick the redhead up from her house had become remarkably easy. So she continued to live in blissful ignorance of the goings on in Willow and William's lives, until one day, everything changed.

Cecily could not simply pretend they weren't there or avoid running into them at gatherings. Not when they were the talk of the highest social circles. Not when everyone who was anyone was buzzing with the news. Her world started to crumble beneath her feet once more. And it all started the day before.
~~~*~~~
 

"William? How are you?" Marie greeted with a broad smile as the young man and frequent visitor walked through the front door and into the entry hall. The butler closed the door behind the man and left swiftly.

"I am quite well, as usual," he answered with a boyish grin. "And yourself?"

"Splendid," the older woman replied sincerely. "Willow will be downstairs in a moment." He nodded and moved to wait patiently beside the staircase as Marie left to return to what she was doing before he had arrived.

He couldn't help but smile as he looked back at the past few weeks with his redhead. Cecily was still quite vocal about how displeased she was that they were together, but they were used to her petty ways, so none of it fazed them. All in all, the brunette had backed off and they couldn't have been more grateful. After Xander and Cordelia left London, Willow had been down. Her fight with Cecily had taken a lot out of her and with the loss of the support of her friends; everything began to take its toll. But he had been there for her, held her when she needed him, and listened to her when she needed to share her fears and worries.

Since then, Willow had finally relaxed. She still kept in touch with Xander, writing to him every few days and looking forward to the weekly letters she received from him. But most of her days and nights were spent with William. They frequented the park, occasionally spent the evening at one tedious party or another, and dined in the heart of London. More likely, they would spend their evenings in his home, dining with his mother and retiring to the back garden for light conversation if the weather permitted. She spent more time at his home than she did at her own, he suspected that was partially in hopes of avoiding Cecily, and he couldn't blame her. Truth was; he loved having her there with him. It only really felt like home when she was there with him and he loathed the coming of night, knowing she would have to leave his side soon.

"What has you so deep in thought?" questioned a hushed voice beside William's ear. He jumped at the sound and smiled sheepishly at Willow who was standing at the bottom of the staircase, her head bent to the side ever so slightly in wonderment.

"Thinking about you," he admitted, biting his lip as he stepped closer to her, slipping his arms around her waist and pulling her to him. She blushed and her head fell to his shoulder. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in that calming scent of jasmine with a hint of vanilla. She forced herself to pull away from him and she gave him a half-hearted look of reprimand.

"William, there are servants around," she chastised him, but her wide smile betrayed the seriousness in her voice.

"I do not see any," he replied softly, feeling as if he was drowning as he gazed into her eyes. She smacked him lightly in the chest and he caught her hand when she tried to pull it back. Placing a kiss on the palm of her hand and following that with a rakish grin, he clasped her hand in his and led them out of her house and into the waiting carriage.

"So, what are our plans for today?" asked Willow eagerly as she adjusted her skirts so she could sit comfortably next to him as they rode away. "Are we going home?"

He fought to contain the giddy smile that threatened to cross his face when she referred to his house as home. His fingers idly traced patterns on her palm as he looked to her with a secretive grin.

"You will see," he answered cryptically. He had plans for today and he didn't want to give her any clues as to what he was thinking. She frowned playfully at his answer, but he merely shook his head in amusement at her pouting.

"Fine. Be that way," she said, sticking her bottom lip out and turning away. She stared out the lone window, watching as scenery changed from that of the bustling city and into the quiet outskirts of the country. She heard William shift but didn't look back, doing her best to keep up her pouting.

"Willow." William called playfully, watching as she debated whether to face him. Finally, she turned around, freezing at the look in his eyes. Leaning forward, smirk in place, he bit her bottom lip before moving to kiss her slowly, softly. Her hand moved to the back of his head, to keep him in place, as she lost herself in the feel of him. Before she knew it he was pulling away and she let out a disappointed sigh. He chuckled and kissed her on the forehead before pointing to the window. She looked outside and realized they had arrived at his home.

The driver opened the door to the carriage, holding his hand out to assist Willow in getting out. She was followed closely by William who then took her arm and led her down the familiar path to his front door. They walked inside and to the parlor where his mother was currently having tea with an old friend. Willow tried to recall the name of the woman, Mrs. Devlin if she was correct. They all shared polite greetings and Willow took interest in William's exchange with his mother. The older woman granted her son a mischievous smile and a wink before returning her attention to her other guest. Looking to him curiously she received only a shy smile as he led them away from the chatting women and into the back gardens.

"What was all that about?" she asked, honestly curious as to what was going on. She hated when people kept secrets and he knew that.

"Nothing," he answered casually and stifled a laugh at the utterly perturbed look she sent his way. Sighing, Willow took a seat on a marble bench, taking in the gorgeous surroundings once more. The whole garden was filled with roses, both red and white. White roses were her favorite so William often brought her some fresh white roses for her room. Ivy crept up the walls of the house and enshrouded the small area in green among the abundance of red and white. In one word it was stunning.

Her eyes finally settled in front of her as her fingers skimmed the marble beneath her. A pair of legs stepped in her line of vision and she looked up to a smiling William. He extended his hand and cocked his head to the side.

"Dance with me?" he requested softly, feeling shy once more. He was rarely so shy around her anymore. Her hand slid into his and she rose with a grin.

"You do realize there is no music?" she commented as he pulled her close to him, one hand at the small of her back, the other clasping her own.

"We do not need music," he said with a contented sigh. She giggled as he spun her suddenly and then pulled her back into his embrace. She moved even closer, resting her head on his shoulder. He moved his mouth to her ear, and when he spoke he sounded unsure.

"I-I need to ask you something," he whispered seriously. She moved to look him in the eye. He stared at her intently, searching her eyes for something, what she wasn't sure of. She smiled reassuringly and he felt himself relax once more. This was Willow; he had no reason to be so worried.

"You can ask me anything," she said sincerely. He grinned and she yelped when he dipped her, her startled expression turning into one of joy. He didn't pull her back up, but instead bent down to look her in the eye. They were practically nose to nose and he relished in their closeness.

"Willow?" he started shakily. She kissed him chastely in an attempt to calm his obviously frazzled nerves and he smiled in return. "Willow.will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" he murmured, his eyes darting nervously from her to the ground.

"I would love nothing more," she answered quietly, not quite over the shock of his unexpected question. His head shot up at her answer and he only hoped he heard her right. She granted him a watery smile and he grinned widely, moving to stand once more, pulling her up as well and kissing her fiercely. She melted into his embrace and struggled for breath once he released her, searching his pockets frantically. Finally finding what he was looking for, he looked up to her once more. Her eyes fell to his hands and the small object he held.

He grasped her left hand, his own shaking slightly as he slid the ring on her finger. She admired it on her hand; it was obviously an antique and truly gorgeous. There was a delicate opal in the center, surrounded by rubies and diamonds.

"It was my grandmother's," he commented softly.

"It is beautiful," she assured him with a gentle smile. He reached with his free hand, caressing her cheek and kissing her quickly.

"I love you," he mumbled, hating the quake in his voice. He couldn't help it though. The last time he had uttered those words; he had been mocked and laughed at. He knew Willow would never do that to him, but he was still so unsure of himself.

"I love you too," she said, praying he believed her. She knew he had to be scared but she hoped he wasn't scared of her. He smiled, seeing the honesty in her tear-filled gaze. She pulled him into her embrace, holding him tightly, a few happy tears slipping from her eyes.

A pair of eyes watched the young couple before moving away from the window. Mrs. Ashton returned to her seat with an elated smile on her face. Mrs. Devlin sat forward in her chair, waiting eagerly for the other woman to say something.

"Well? Did he ask her? Did she say yes?"

"Yes, he asked her," informed Mrs. Ashton, "and she said yes." She was so happy for her boy.

"That is wonderful news. I cannot wait to tell my husband," said Mrs. Devlin with a smile. "If you will excuse me, I must be off," she excused herself before kissing the woman on the cheek and walking out the front door. Mrs. Ashton shook her head, knowing she would tell more than her husband. For out her front door walked London's biggest gossip.

~Part: 16~

Marie cringed as she heard the front door slam, announcing the return of her apparently angry daughter, not that it was a new phenomena. The clicking of heels sounded from the entry hall and toward the parlor where the older woman was currently lounging. Placing her lukewarm cup of tea down, Marie looked to the doorway, doing her best to seem concerned as Cecily strode into the room. Her dress was lying perfectly as always, hair in place, so Marie knew that the girl had not been hurt. But there was no mistaking the emotion clearly evident on the brunette's face, rage.

"Is something the matter?" she asked curiously, definitely not envying the person responsible for the girl's anger. Cecily threw herself onto the chaise, opening her mouth to say something before shutting it again, her lips pressed into a thin line. She only let out a frustrated huff before jumping up and pacing the floor.

Following her movements with her eyes, brows raised in amusement, Marie waited, knowing it was only a matter of time until she told her what happened.

"I.I.just.arg!" screeched Cecily, throwing her hands into the air, looking imploringly at her mother. "I mean really! Can you believe it?!"

"Dear," she started in placating tones, "I honestly have no clue as to what has upset you." Tugging at the ends of her curly brown hair, Cecily continued to pace the floor, ignoring her mother's presence completely.

"Of all the nerve! This is so embarrassing! And to hear it from Missy!" ranted the brunette. Marie recognized the name, Missy, Cecily's little pet name for her friend Melissa Devlin. She still had no idea what Missy had told her but she was now expecting the worst.

"She practically laughed in my face!" she whined, "They all found it so amusing. My life is ruined, my reputation is in tatters, I tell you! And it is all their fault!"

"Whose fault? You are making no sense," interrupted Marie with a sigh.

"Him! Her!" she answered as if she should already know the answer. "Them!" she added with a roll of her eyes. "Willow and her little boy toy, William."

"What could they have done that has you so upset? You have not even spoken to them in days," she argued reasonably.

"He proposed! To her! Do you have any idea what people think of me now?" Marie sat there, mouth open in surprise. William had never approached her to speak of his intention to ask Willow to marry him so this came as a welcome surprise. She was truly happy for the couple, knowing that Willow would readily accept his proposal. She wondered when this happened, how everyone had found out before she did.

"I am sorry, but what does his proposal have to do with you?"

"He was in love with me! Do you not understand? And he chose.*her*! Everyone knows that William, annoying, pathetic little William, chose mousy Willow over me! I am so much better than she is. I am prettier and smarter and everyone looks up to me. Now they are all laughing at me. My reputation is ruined."

"Take a breath, child," chided Marie at her dramatics. "I would think you would be happy for your cousin. She has had a difficult past few months. You should be glad she has something to celebrate about. Besides, you wanted him to get over you, and he has. Everything seems to be turning out in your favor."

"You do not understand," she complained, stomping her foot petulantly. "Missy said that everyone is talking about it. They are so interested in meeting the woman that could sway his affections from me. They will think her better than me! That is absurd."

"Do you realize how petty you sound?" Marie countered in exasperation. "You have nothing to complain about. And if you insist on throwing a fit I do not want you downstairs when Willow gets home. I will not have you wrecking this day for her. Do you understand?" she said firmly, obviously very serious.

Clenching her jaw in annoyance, Cecily let out a aggravated grunt and spun on her heel, heading to the stairs. Marie stood, following the girl as she stomped up the stairs, displaying her displeasure at being chastised and sent away.

Slamming her door behind her, Cecily sighed and looked to the floor. Being sent to her room was becoming an all too familiar event.
~~~*~~~
  Willow shuffled through the front door, a delirious smile on her face even though she arrived at home alone. She had spent the afternoon and the early part of the evening at William's home. After his proposal, they had remained in the garden. He seemed to be content just having her near and they danced a little while longer among the flowers. Eventually, they decided to go back inside since the air was growing increasingly chilly. They met with his mother who was now alone, Willow wasn't sure exactly when Mrs. Devlin had taken her leave but it had to been awhile before.

William made the announcement of their engagement as his mother listen with a knowing smile. She wished them the best of luck and welcomed Willow to the family. Everything was still so new; she still had to tell her aunt and Xander. Oh Xander was just going to die. He always had the hardest time thinking about someone taking his Wills from him. She knew he liked William which was comforting, but she knew he would be shocked, as would Cordelia.

After some time, she realized she needed to go home. She was already late for supper but that was not new. In the past few weeks, she usually had dinner with William and Marie had grown used to her missing dinner. William had offered to escort her, but she had declined. She had watched his mother carefully during their time together that day, seeing that the older woman wasn't feeling her best. She had been coughing often and she was growing tired as the night went on. She didn't want to leave her alone, so she took William's carriage back into town and left him to care for his mother. Sadly, the woman's health was ailing and Willow had no desire to leave her by her lonesome when she was obviously unwell. She had grown to care for her, looked at her like her own mother, and knew William could provide the care she needed.

Closing the door quietly behind her, she looked around and saw that her aunt and cousin were no where to be seen. With a slight shrug, she trekked up the stairs. She heard Cecily moving around in her own room, muttering to herself and raised an eyebrow. Opening her own door, she slipped into her room, moving to unpin her hair, letting it cascade down her shoulders. She ran her hair through her fingers, studying her image in her mirror. Her eyes fell to the ring that adorned her finger. Smiling absently as she played with the band.

"May I see it?" inquired an amused voice from her doorway. The redhead turned to see who had startled her and offered a smile to her aunt as she motioned her inside.

"See what?" she asked innocently. She truly had no idea that word had already gotten out of his proposal.

"The ring, silly," Marie said with a laugh. "After all, I assume there is an engagement ring."

"How did you know about that?" she asked astonished. They each took a seat on her bed and Marie reached for her hand, looking in awe at the beautiful ring William had presented her with.

"You would be surprised at how fast word gets around," she informed her with a wink. "Cecily told me the whole city is buzzing with the news." Willow paled at the thought. It wasn't that she didn't want everyone to know, she just never thought *everyone* would know. Plus she was really hoping to keep Cecily in the dark, at least for a little while.

"Oh and how did she take the news?" The way her aunt became unnaturally quiet and refused to look her in the eye was answer enough for the redhead. She slumped down and frowned.

"Now, don't worry," advised Marie with a reassuring grin. "I will keep her in line. I promise you, she will not cause you any trouble." Willow visibly relaxed at her declaration and Marie smiled happily. "Besides, we have more important things to discuss."

At Willow's curious expression, Marie shook her head. "Like what?"

"Like your wedding plans!" she exclaimed, eager to get started, completely ignoring the bride-to-be's nervous glance. Willow only wanted something small, elegant but quiet. But that look in her aunt's eyes had her worried. She could only picture the whole of London banging down their door, she thought with a shudder. At least this would distract her from worrying about Cecily.

~Part: 17~

Willow decided she had never been happier to see William in her life. When the young man arrived at her home, she had to keep herself from running out the front door and jumping into his carriage before he even stepped one foot out of it. She was tired and the constant stream of people that her aunt had paraded through their house was beginning to grate on her frazzled nerves. Marie meant well, that was how Willow consoled herself. At this point she was jealous of William. After all, he was the man; he didnt have to bother with all this ridiculous planning and preparation for their wedding. He just had to show up at the actual ceremony, lucky bastard.

Feeling a tapping on the side of her head, Willow turned her head, looking curiously at William who apparently had been trying to get her attention. She smiled, but he could tell it was slightly forced. With a sympathetic sigh, he rapped on the roof of the carriage, signaling for the driver to leave, and pulled her closer to him.

"Are you exhausted?" he asked as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"Quite," she replied with a little snort. "Exhausted, ha! That was an understatement. Today was the meeting with the florist and the dressmaker. I have been poked and prodded all day and then been forced to smell flowers, which I can tell you, is harder than it sounds. There were so many in one room and the aromas started to give me a headache," she complained, hating the whine in her voice.

"Poor pet," he whispered as he encouraged her to lay her head on his shoulder. "Is there anything I can do?" he offered.

"Tell them to leave me alone?" she requested with a chuckle. "No, I do not suppose that is a very reasonable request, now is it?"

"Sorry, love. But it is almost over. A few more days and all this will be nothing but a memory. Besides, I have something I think will cheer you up."

"A surprise?" she asked eagerly, all grievances forgotten. "What is it?" He laughed heartily at her exuberance.

"I cannot tell you; otherwise it would not be a surprise. But you will love it," he assured her before his smile faltered a bit, "at least I hope you will love it."

"I am sure it will be lovely," she declared, brushing her lips lightly against his cheek to calm him. He seemed anxious all of the sudden. A comfortable silence descended upon the inhabitants of the carriage and Willow was content to watch the scenery pass her by.

Her brow furrowed as she spied the unfamiliar landscape they passed. She had become familiar with the woods surrounding Williams house and those that lined the path but these looked different. Not worse, justdifferent. She looked up to William in questioning but he merely smiled and shook his head. Huffing a bit, she sighed and returned to her previous position. Obviously she would be getting no answers from him.

"Will?" murmured William, his mouth resting near her ear. "Come on pet, we are here," he told her, helping her sit up. The driver opened the carriage door and William stepped out, holding out his hand to help Willow to the ground before slipping his arm around her waist and escorting her down a pebbled pathway through the trees.

"Where are we?" she asked as she took in the beautiful surroundings. She was in awe, she had to admit. Looking forward, she saw the most adorable little house. It wasnt huge, it had only one story. The outside was all brick, a rusted color which complimented the lush green that surrounded it. The front door was made of a thick wood, but the upper half was almost all glass that was etched to look like the landscape around them.

He didnt answer her, instead reached inside his pocket and pulled out a set of keys, releasing her waist as he moved to unlock the door.

Willow ran to his side, pulling on his sleeve hurriedly, "Will! We cannot just go inside. This is someones home! It would be rude!" Ignoring her frantic pleading and suppressed a grin as he pushed the door open and pulled her along with him as he walked into the entry way.

"What do you think?" he inquired as he gestured to the home.

"Um, it is gorgeous," she replied, a little unsure of what they were doing there. "Is there anyone here? Who are we visiting? Is someone expecting us? Are we intruding?"

"Willow!" he interrupted with a chuckle. "No one is here. We are not intruding, love."

"Then why are we here?" she whispered in a rush.

"This is my surprise. I found this place a year ago. I had it restored a few months ago and furnished as well. I know you are eager to move out of Cecilys house, I cannot blame you. And, well," he stammered, looking nervous, "I thought it would be nice to have a place just for us, you know? So I wanted to bring you here. If you like it, we can move your belongings here," he finished shyly.

"Oh, wow," was all she could say in response as she left his side to explore her new house. This was really her house, no, she corrected herself, this was her home. On her left was a small sitting room. A large sofa dominated the room, a chaise off to the side for added seating. There was a fireplace on the far wall with a massive oak mantle, a mirror hanging above it. There were not too many accessories, since the only decorations had been provided by William. Besides, he wanted her to be able to bring her things here to make it feel more like her own home.

Just past the sitting room was the dining room. A table that sat eight people was in the center and she left her fingers glide over the surface as she continued through the room and into the adjoined kitchen. It was fully stocked, to her surprise. William followed at a distance, a gentle smile playing at his lips as she searched the home in undisguised appreciation.

She found herself in the entry hall again and this time walked to the right. She wandered down a darkened hallway. There were no windows there and its only source of light were the gaslights along the wall. She opened the first door on the left and surveyed the guest bedroom. It was done in greens and browns, very beautiful in an understated way. There was an attached bathroom with a claw-foot tub in the center. Moving out of that room, she continued across the hall and into the master bedroom.

This was definitely the biggest of all the rooms in the house. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the large four poster bed in the middle of the room. Shaking herself slightly, she scanned the rest of the room. There was a small sitting area next to the smaller fireplace; an oak armoire was on the other side next to a vanity. The door to the master bath was a few feet away from the vanity.

"Will," she breathed excitedly, "This is amazing!" He smiled in relief at her approval and moved to slip his arms around her waist, pulling her to him, still facing away from him.

"I am glad you like it, I have to admit I was a bit worried," he admitted sheepishly.

"Why would you worry?" she asked curiously, turning in his embrace to face him. Her hand moved to brush his curly hair away from his eyes.

"I did not want you to think me too forward," he told her with a half-smile. "But I am happy you like it. Do you think you can call this place home?"

"Of course," she replied with a grin, "I like this," she whispered as she kissed him chastely.

"Like what?" he murmured, returning her kiss.

"This," she said, waving her arms in emphasis. "Just us," she clarified. "It has been quite sometime since I have been in a house that felt comfortable, like home. Do not misunderstand, I love my aunt and she has a lovely house, but it is just not me. All the servants and elaborate dcor, that is not my style. But this feels nice. A place just to ourselves, no one to bother us, no servants to worry about. It is quiet, homey. Do we have to go back?" she whined playfully. He laughed and held her closer.

"Yes, unfortunately," he groaned. "But it is only for one more week. We can start preparing your things for the move tomorrow. Maybe that will be a nice distraction from all the wedding preparations," he teased as she sighed. "We should be going, though," he advised. "That is if you expect to be back at your aunts for supper. If we leave now you may only be a couple minutes late. I am sure she would not mind if you stepped in a little late."

"Do not make me go back there," she said, desperate for a few more hours away. "I have been stuck in that house for ages! And I like it here. I want to stay," she saw him waver a bit and pressed the issue. "Please, just a little while longer, I know you do not want to leave yet either."

"I could never refuse you anything, now could I?" he grumbled with a pout. She smiled in delight at his agreement and threw her arms around him. He stumbled back from her exuberance and chuckled. She buried her face in his neck, breathing in the comforting scent of him. She placed a tiny kiss on his throat and he straightened a bit.

Pulling back to look at her, he traced her cheekbone with his fingertips before crooking a finger under her chin and leaning down to kiss her softly. Unconsciously deepening the kiss, Willow pulled him closer to her, her fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair. Feeling the need to breathe, William moved his attention to her neck, alternately placing kisses and gentle nips along her skin. She let out a breathy moan and he hesitated. He stepped back away from her and she took a step toward him, confused by his actions. He stepped back abruptly and held out his hand, stopping her from coming closer.

"Will?" she asked nervously. She didnt know what bothered him all of the sudden. "Is something wrong?" she started in a small voice, "Did I do something?" Startled by the worry and trembling in her voice, he forgot his plan of keeping distance and pulled her into a reassuring hug.

"No pet, it is not you," he muttered against her hair, "I just," he didn't know how to explain his concern. "I-you did not do anything wrong, I just," sighing in frustration, he let her go and ran a hand through his hair. "I want to, it would not be proper, I fear I may act inappropriately."

"Inappropriately?" she repeated incredulously. She took a step forward and he took an automatic step back, running into the side of the bed and falling into a seated position. She moved to stand between his legs, reaching out to touch his face.

"Willow," he said in warning, catching her hand before she could touch him. He looked away, but she gripped his chin with her free hand and forced his gaze back to her.

"Do not push me away," she demanded softly. "Damn propriety," she muttered with a cheeky grin, "I love you," she assured him, leaning down to kiss him tenderly, trying to tell him without words how much she wanted him, needed him. His arms slid around her tightly, moving to loosen the ties on the back of her dress as he pulled her closer. After a moment, Willow felt her dress slip to the floor and she finally broke the kiss, pushing off his coat and unbuttoning his shirt while granting him a loving smile.

She yelped in surprise as he lifted her quickly and threw her playfully on the bed. She giggled and pulled him closer, pulling off his shirt and throwing it to the side, all the while, cooing over him, letting him relieve her of her corset and the rest of her undergarments. She tugged at the waist of his pants and chuckled at her forwardness. He pulled her into a soul-searing kiss as he divested himself of the rest of the clothes that proved a hindrance.

Hovering above her, he halted his movements, looking deep in her eyes. He didnt know exactly what he was searching for. Approval? Maybe. Love? There was no question that she loved him. But still, he waited. Seeing his nervousness, Willow placed a light kiss on his nose, causing him to smile. She shifted a little under him and he became even more aware of their positions. He finally had her in his arms, underneath him, in his bed; something he had been dreaming of quite frequently actually.

"Please", she entreated, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him fiercely. Taking advantage of their positions, William moved one hand to the small of her back, the other gripping her hip tightly as he slowly slid inside her, doing his best to be careful. She thrust forward quickly and accidentally bit his lip at the sharp pain she felt. They remained entwined for a moment, him trying to catch his breath, her waiting for the pain to fade. He moved out of her a bit and she moaned at the wave of unfamiliar pleasure she felt. Feeling more confident at the sound of her obvious enjoyment, he initiated a slow, torturous rhythm that soon, too soon, brought them both to ecstasy.

He moved to lay by her side, pulling the covers over them and smiling as she wrapped herself around him, resting her head on his chest.

"I think I could get used to this," she confided with a giggle. He couldnt help but laugh as well and he held her closer.

"Glad to hear it, pet," he mumbled as he closed his eyes in contentment. "But I am afraid you are going to be late getting home," he remembered with a smirk.

"Mmm, no. I am home."

~Part: 18~

"I cannot believe I fell asleep!" exclaimed Willow as she dressed hastily. William watched her out of the corner of his eye, a half smile playing at his lips as he pulled on his shirt.

"Relax, Willow," he said calmly, "We will be at your aunt's house in no time. I will simply call for my driver when you are ready and we will be off."

"She is going to wonder where I have been," she argued, knowing Marie was quite the curious one.

"No, she will not," he answered, "She knows you are with me and when we go out it is common for you to be late. She will not pry." Willow didn't look as sure as him, but she let it go. There was no point in arguing it any further. All that would do is delay her even more.

William saw she needed some help with her laces in the back and moved to assist her. Sweeping her hair to the side, he tightened her laces and tied them securely. Placing a kiss at the base of her neck, he pulled away and turned her to face him.

"Everything will be fine," he assured her with a grin. "Now, are you ready?" She sighed and nodded, taking his hand in hers and allowing him to lead her out of the bedroom and through the house until they were outside.

Whistling sharply, William pulled her closer to him, attempting to shield her from the wind as they waited for his driver to join them. The carriage made its way down the pebbled pathway before halting in front of them. The short, stocky driver moved to leave his seat and help Willow into the carriage but William merely waved him off, lifting her up himself before climbing in himself.

Willow sat across from William, toying idly with her skirts as she sat and thought, distracted. He studied her carefully, frowning slightly at her complete detachment.

"What has your mind so occupied, love?" he inquired softly, scooting forward in his seat and running his fingers through her hair.

"I got a letter from Xander today," she informed him, cocking her head to the side.

"Is that a bad thing?" he asked in confusion.

"No," she replied hurriedly, "I have just been thinking. About him, us, home.everything. Everything is changing in such a short period of time, you know? It was not so long ago that I did not even live in London, there was a time when it was just me and Xander. Well, then it was me and Xander and Cordelia, but the point is it was just us. Then everything I was familiar with was taken from me but I always held on to that hope that someday I would be able to return home, would be able to be with them again."

"Is that what you want? To go back to them?" he asked softly.

"No!" she said, silently cursing herself for being so misunderstood. She always had trouble with words. "This.us.is not bad, just different. Something I never expected, that is all. But his letter had me remembering, and I will admit I was a little sad. Not because I want to leave London, or you. But I just.I am afraid that Xander and I will never be as close as we once were."

Pausing to think of the right way to put this, she took his hand in hers and held it tightly.

"I always expected to return to my home, just outside Peckham, and back to Xander. But I am beginning to realize that will not happen, not anymore. That is not good or bad, just something to think about. I never thought my life would change so quickly. It is a lot to take in." He smiled sympathetically and squeezed her hand.

"You have been under a lot of stress lately," he commented understandingly. "I am afraid you are the one who has had to do all the adjusting in this relationship. But soon we will be settled in our own home and we can finally relax. No more family to worry about, just us. We can invite Xander and Cordelia to stay with us in a few weeks, if you would like?"

"That would be wonderful," she sighed gratefully. "He said they will be here for the wedding," she added as an afterthought. "Would not miss it for the world, he told me. I do think he believed I would grow to be some independent spinster. This must be a shock to him." William chuckled at her last statement.

"You? A spinster? Never," he scoffed lightly. "No man would be foolish enough to let you walk away."

"A nice sentiment," she declared with a grin, "but hardly the truth. I am afraid I did not catch many eyes back home."

"Then your town was populated by fools," William replied, kissing her palm lovingly.

"You, sir, are far too kind," she giggled playfully. He beckoned to her with his free hand and she moved from her seat and slid in next to him. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and shifted so she could rest her head on his chest comfortably. Sighing in contentment, they stared out the window into the night sky. The woods became sparse and the quiet was disrupted by the sound of distant voices and horses as they came even closer to the heart of London.

Both occupants of the carriage were forced to sit up straight when the wheels beneath them shook and faltered, causing them to stop in the middle of the street, carriage tilting slightly. Willow groaned, this was just not her night. The door opened and the driver assisted her in moving out of the carriage, William following closely behind. They stood to the side of the carriage, staring curiously at the obviously broken wheel axle.

"I am afraid we have had a bit of an accident," informed the driver with sincere apology. "I can fix the wheel but it will take sometime." Willow looked around, seeing the clock at the far end of the street and biting her lip as she saw the late hour.

"We are not far from my house," said Willow as she looked to William. "Do you think we could walk? It is only two blocks from here. You can use our carriage to get back safely on your own," she implored. He understood her need to be home, if their return was any later questions would be inevitable.

"I." he had no desire to walk the streets of London at such a late hour, the people that tended to show themselves at night were not the best sort, but she looked so desperate to go home that he caved. "Alright," he sighed. Turning to his driver, he told the man he would meet him after he brought Willow home, at the man's acknowledging nod, he took Willow's arm and began their walk.

Many people passed the couple as they glided down the street, oblivious to all those around them as they spoke in hushed tones, occasionally breaking out in soft laughter. William held onto to Willow tightly, enjoying the rare chance to take in the night air at her side.

"Three days." he whispered teasingly in her ear, pulling back to see her delighted smile.

"I know," she replied. "I honestly cannot believe we will be married in three days. Will your mother be able to make it to the ceremony? I know she was not well this past week."

"She is determined to be there," he said with a sad smile. "At least it will be outside, the air may do her some good."

"Aunt Marie nearly fainted when I told her I wanted to have the ceremony at her house instead of a church. But I cannot help it, churches look so intimidating, I wanted to be married in a place that I feel comfortable in. I am beginning to regret that decision, though. Since then, the house has been filled with strangers coming to decorate, prepare. It is most overwhelming."

"And how is the rest of the.family handling all the commotion?" he asked timidly.

"Oh, you mean Cecily? She hides in her room, sulking. That or she spends her day in the city, as for away from me as possible. It may sound harsh, but I think I rather prefer it when she leaves to go into town. One can only take so much of her complaining," she said in exasperation. "And you will never believe the-ow!" she stammered in surprise as she ran into another body.

William held her steady as she swayed a bit. He looked at the person Willow had accidentally run into and was immediately struck by the man's imposing figure.

"I am so sorry," apologized Willow, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment. She raised her gaze from the ground to the person in front of her and lost herself in dark, chocolate brown eyes. His hair was just past his shoulders, pulled into a loose ponytail, a few strands framing his face. His features were sharp, eye-catching. She felt like his eyes could see into her soul. His mouth was curled into a teasing smile and she nearly fainted when she heard his lovely voice.

"Tis my fault," drawled the amused Irishman, a smirk hinting at his lips. "Nothing ta be sorry about, lass." Willow nodded absently, unaware of the annoyed glare William sent the man's way as he reached for her hand, brushing a kiss along the back of it with a mocking smile to the blonde.

"Mmmm, Angelus." hissed a lilting voice from behind the tall brunette, pale arms sliding around his trim waist, a delicate face resting on the stranger's shoulder. "She is a clumsy one, is she not?" The woman was quite striking, Willow had to admit. She was rather thin, but she could see a hidden strength in her. She could detect in her haunting eyes a hint of mania.

"Dru," groaned the man before returning his attention to the couple, focusing only on the redhead. "You will have to forgive my companion, she is a bit.unusual. She does not seem to be on her best behavior tonight," he added, an implicit warning in his tone.

"Grrrr. someone is all growly tonight," teased the woman, playfully nipping at his earlobe.

"Yes, well," interrupted William awkwardly, pulling Willow closer to him. "We really should be going."

"Forgive me for taking up your time," offered Angelus with a devilish grin. He tilted his head to the side, considering the blonde before him for a moment before stepping aside, allowing them passage. William grabbed Willow by the hand, pulling her along, causing her to stumble as she tried to keep up with him.

"They are yummy," whispered Drusilla as she and her sire watched the two walk away. "Don't ya think?"

"Yeah, Dru," he agreed slyly, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"Oh, my naughty Angel." she crooned in delight, spinning to face him, a wide smile crossing her face. "My devious love, the stars whisper.there are lives to be taken, hearts to be broken in this city.it is delightful. And you, my love, want to play. I can tell."

"Right as always, Dru," he replied with a chuckle. "I think we will definitely be seeing them soon," he added cryptically. Drusilla squealed excitedly and jumped into his arms, kissing him soundly.

"I always did love a good intrigue!"

~Part: 19~

William was nervous, and he had every right to be, after all, this was his wedding day. They had been through so much preparation, so many trials and tribulations, but the day was finally here. He stood in front of the full length mirror, examining his reflection intently, searching for any imperfections in his wardrobe. Absently smoothing down the front of his shirt, he turned slightly when he heard a knock on the door. The knock was followed by Xander poking his head into the guest room of the Adams' home, looking for William. The blonde waved him in and the brunette closed the door behind him, moving to take a seat at the lone desk in the room.

"Sit down already," teased Xander with a small laugh. "You look fine."

"How is she?" asked William, ignoring his comments but walking away from his place at the mirror to sit at the end of the bed.

"She is fine," assured Xander with a soft smile. He had just left Willow's room. She was currently with Cordelia putting the finishing touches on her dress. He only went in there to give her his blessing and wish her luck. "She is a little anxious, I think, but fine." William sighed in relief. "How are you? It is the big day, after all."

"I am.happy," he decided with a shaky smile. "This is a little overwhelming," he admitted reluctantly, "but everything will turn out well, I can feel it."

"Good to hear," Xander acknowledged with a grin. "Do not worry so much," he advised, "trust me; I have been in your position. It is simply pre-wedding jitters. Everything will be worth it when you see her walking down the aisle, to join you at your side."

"I know," William replied softly, a small smile teasing his lips as he thought of how beautiful she would look.

"Well, you have five more minutes of freedom, my friend," said Xander as he stood once more, giving the other man a pat on the back as he went to the door. "See you in a little while."

"Yeah, I will down in minute, mate," he murmured, watching Xander leave before running a hand over his tired face. All of it was catching up to him now. All the stress and nervousness from the past few weeks were returning full force but he was determined not to let that bother him. He knew Willow loved him and that was all that mattered. Most of his worries were just typical jitters, like Xander called them.

What did bother him was the nagging feeling that wouldn't leave, the feeling that he was being followed, that there was always someone around. He didn't feel it now; that was the curious part, he never felt it during the day. But when he left his home to run errands in the city after dusk, or when he met Willow at her house, he always felt eyes on him. He would search the area around him constantly, never being able to see anyone who looked suspicious. Even times when he was alone, he felt it. He almost laughed at the absurdity of it all. He had outgrown his fear of the dark long ago but now he was peering in dark corners for some illusive stalker. He felt most foolish.

He didn't dare tell Willow about this feeling, she was under enough stress that she did not need anymore and he refused to be the reason she was worried. He didn't like the idea of keeping something from her, but it wasn't like he had some huge secret that he wasn't sharing. And he was keeping quiet for her own good. Maybe he would tell her tomorrow night, after everything had calmed down. Deciding that was the best course of action, he stood and straightened his clothes one last time, glancing in the mirror before striding out the bedroom door and making his way downstairs.

William had to give Marie credit, she kept the event small, like Willow had requested, and the outside garden where the ceremony would take place was even more lovely than usual. The setting sun could be seen in the distance as he took his place in front of everyone. The guest list was made up of a small grouping of his family, most namely his mother, a select few family members from Willow's side, great aunts and uncles predominantly. Cecily was there as well, which made the situation a bit awkward considering her disgust at their union and the fact that he had once confessed to loving the obnoxious brunette only a matter of months ago.

But things change quickly, as they tend to do in the city, and William had no doubt that any feeling, other than annoyance, he once held for Cecily was very much in the past. He saw the girl take her seat by her mother, who looked to be visually warning her to behave herself. Smiling a bit at the sight, William straightened as he saw the minister join the rest of the party outside and move to the groom's side. Cordelia walked briskly to her seat in the front row and granted the blonde a confident grin as the violins began to play, signaling the beginning of the ceremony.

Willow gripped Xander's arm tightly as he led her to the garden doors. He feel her hands shaking a bit and he pulled her to a stop before the crowd could see them.

"You have never looked more beautiful," he whispered proudly, and she giggled as she looked in his eyes. This was Xander, he would never lie to her and he always knew exactly what to say. "You can do this Wills, and I will be there to watch in awe as my little Willow gets married." She hugged him and kissed his cheek. "Hey now, save it for later," he teased as he reclaimed her hand.

Stepping outside, the redhead allowed herself to take in her surroundings. The garden was lit with candles, kept safe from the wind by lanterns, leaving the space in an eerie glow. She could feel everyone's eyes on her, but she paid them no attention. In addition to the standard roses that grew here, her aunt had the florist bring in orchids, one of her personal favorites. Everything was so ethereal and absolutely gorgeous. Her eyes fell to the ground below her as she carefully descended the lone step from the house to the garden before returning her gaze to all her guests. Scanning the area, she smiled slightly when she saw Cordelia who gave her a tiny wave with her fingers. Her eyes looked to the left of her friend and fell on William. He looked as nervous as she felt, but she could see the love he had for her and all worry flew from her mind.

She didn't know how she got there, her mind cluttered with too many thoughts to remember walking down the aisle, but she found herself at William's side. Xander placed her hand in her soon-to-be husband's, kissing her on the forehead before grinning at William and taking his place next to Cordelia. William kissed her hand in a reassuring gesture, whispering 'I love you' to calm her nerves before turning his attention to the minister who was now speaking.

The entire ceremony went by in a haze. The couple repeated the necessary vows, spoke when told, but spent most of the time lost in each other's eyes. They exchanged rings but before the minister could say the words to finalize their union, William stopped him.

"Before we finish," he started shyly, acutely aware of his audience, "there was something I wanted to say." He tried to ignore the presence of everyone else, focusing only on the tiny redhead in front of him as he bared his soul. "I never thought this day would come, when I would agree to spend the rest of my life with the one person who completes me totally. You are unlike anyone I have ever had the privilege to meet and I would change no part of my life, even the most trying times, because it brought me here, to you. I am aware of my lack of talent with words," he added with a shaky smile, gazing into her tear filled eyes. "But you must know that every word I say, every vow I take is heartfelt and true. You are the best thing in my life and I thank God everyday for bringing you to me. I love you, more than I ever believed I could love anyone." The last words he uttered were but a whisper, meant only for her ears. Willow allowed a tear to slip from her eye as she smiled her
 happiness.

The minister observed the couple with a soft smile before taking his place once more. He hated to ruin the moment, but he had one last duty before he could leave them. Breaking in, he smiled gently at them then turned to the crowd. He wished them the best and pronounced them husband and wife, signaling from William to kiss his bride as the music started once more and all the guests sighed in happiness and awe.

Willow relished in the feel of him, his lips on hers, but pulled away after a moment, knowing they had a very captive audience. She laughed when Cordelia shot from her seat and held her in a fierce hug. Xander congratulated William in a much more sedate manner before prying his wife off his best friend.

More voices could be heard as everyone stood and began to mingle, occasionally joining the couple at the front to congratulate them and give them their best wishes. Both William and Willow didn't care for the spotlight but they had no choice but to endure it as people they were not familiar with decided to speak candidly with them.

William saw his mother move toward them slowly and he stepped to help her, knowing she was weak. She smiled her thanks at her boy and pulled Willow into a gentle hug, the comforting embrace of a mother.

"Welcome to the family, child," she said with a wide smile as she affectionately patted the girl on the cheek.

"Thank you," offered Willow sincerely, touched that his ailing mother was here for them, for him.

"Come on, mum," he interrupted gently, "let's find you a comfortable place to rest," Willow waved him off when he looked back at her. He didn't want her to think he was abandoning her, but he worried for his mother's health. Willow was infinitely understanding, as usual and sent him away with a smile.

After sitting his mother down and she became engrossed in a conversation with Willow's great aunt Hilde, he left her side, intending to go to Willow. But he was stopped by a hand on his chest. Looking from the palm to its owner, he raised a questioning eyebrow to Cecily as she stood impassively in front of him.

"I came to congratulate the groom," she explained with a mocking smile. "I do believe a kiss is traditional," she added as she leaned forward, kissing him before he could protest. He pushed her away from him harshly and glared at her, looking around to make sure no one had seen her unseemly display.

"Do not presume you have the right to touch me," he warned in a low voice. She gave him a deceptively innocent smile.

"Just wanted to show you what you were missing," she said with a shrug. She opened her mouth once more, but shut it when her arm was tugged by her mother in an attempt to pull her away from him. Marie smiled apologetically before dragging the protesting girl away, reprimanding her as they walked away.

William smirked at the two and made his way through the crowd, occasionally being stopped by a familiar face, trying his best to join Willow. She was speaking animatedly with Xander and he smiled when she felt his eyes on her and turned to him. He took her outstretched hand in his own and kissed her chastely before looking to Xander. The brunette and his wife grinned.

"I was wondering where you ran off to," commented Xander. "I was beginning to think you had left your wife on her own to deal with this horde of people," he chuckled.

"My wife." he whispered in awe, turning her in his arms and kissing her once more. Xander went to speak again but Cordelia clapped a hand over his mouth and pulled him away from the couple.

"What was that for?!" he asked in confusion.

"Leave them be," she replied sternly, pointing to the still entwined pair. "Now, dance with me," she commanded and he nodded, taking her in his arms and moving them to the strains of the violins.
~~~*~~~
 

"Oh, that was darling," declared Drusilla as she moved away from the edge of the garden and further into the shadows. Twirling herself to the music, she hummed a tune of her own.

"Nauseating if you ask me," groaned Angelus as he moved to her side, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her to him, grinding his hips against her insinuatingly.

"Mmmm, it was lovely." she disagreed with a teasing frown. "Except for that naughty little girl. She will be punished.touching what does not belong to her." Angelus struggled to remember who she was speaking of, oh, that girl with the curly brown hair, the one that pressed herself against the groom.

"Will she?" he asked, his voice low and amused.

"Yes, my love," she answered with an evil grin. "The stars have plans; they say she will meet a nasty end. It will be a sight to see.all sticky blood and screams. I cannot wait!"

"Sounds delightful," he snickered. He leaned down, kissing her neck, occasionally biting lightly. She giggled but pushed him away, looking once more to the gathering and they happy couple that stood just beyond the various shrubs and trees. Angelus went to kiss her again but she glared at him playfully.

"Not time for naughty fun yet, daddy," she cooed with a sensuous smile. "Dance with me?" she requested, swaying slightly to the music. He grinned and pulled her roughly to him, spinning her as she laughed.

"Anything you say, princess."

~Part: 20~

The house sat in the middle of the quiet wooded area, no light shining from inside with the exception of the flickering of candlelight in the master bedroom. The Ashton's had finally moved into their home, much to Willow's relief and William's delight. It was all so foreign to him, the new house, and the fact that he had a wife, not that those changes were bad. They just took some time to sink in. He had to admit he thoroughly loved married life. It had only been two days since the wedding, but those two days had been blissful. They had not left the comfort of their home yet and he was completely fine with that.

Willow had taken the time to add her touch to the house, bringing in paintings and various knickknacks to give their home more personality. It made her transition from living in the center of London to the outskirts a comfortable one. Willow was thankful for that. She was initially worried that she would feel a bit homesick. Not that she missed living with Cecily, but Marie had grown to be like a mother to her and with Xander and Cordelia's reappearance for her nuptials, the redhead feared that leaving them all would be difficult. But William had been nothing but accommodating, doing everything he could to make her feel at home. And she did, feel at home that is.

She never felt more at home than in his arms, though, and she pressed herself against him, curling around him as they lay comfortably in their bed. She felt his fingers move to run through her hair and nearly purred at the feel of him. He smiled indulgently as he looked down at her serene form. He never thought he could be this happy, this content. But she proved him wrong once again. She had a tendency to do that, but he was never happier to be wrong.

Scooting down to get more comfortable, William pulled her to him, letting her rest her head on his chest and placed a kiss on the top of her head. He reached for the covers and let them fall over them, making sure that Willow would be warm. The nights tended to get cold, especially with it nearing winter. He wanted to make sure she wouldn't feel the chill of the early morning when she woke.

"Will?" asked Willow's sleepy voice. He smiled and waited for her to continue. "Promise me we can stay like this, forever?"

"Forever and a day, pet," he whispered vehemently. She smiled in satisfaction and snuggled closer to him, sighing in contentment as she allowed herself to drift off to sleep.

He indulged in his favorite pastime, Willow watching. He admired how beautiful she looked in the low light, her hair fanned out on his chest, her eyelids fluttering as she entered the world of dreams. He loved the tired, sated smile that remained on her soft face even as she slept. He swore that she grew lovelier with every passing day, if that were possible. He never registered the hours that had passed as he simply held her. He was reluctant to move, but he had a surprise for her and he wanted to prepare for morning, so he could surprise her. He remembered once that she told him she hated surprises, but he was determined to change that. She would love his surprise, he just knew it.

William gently rolled them so she could lie on her back, grabbing a pillow and slipping it into her waiting arms as he moved away from her. Kissing her softly on her forehead, he slowly and quietly climbed off their bed and slipped on a pair of loose trousers. With one last look to his wife, he turned the doorknob slowly, wincing when he heard creaking as the door opened. Relieved when he realized she had not heard a peep, he closed the door securely behind him and padded quietly down the hall, a single candle illuminating his path.

He walked into the sitting room, heading toward a side table that held a single drawer, locked so as to keep curious eyes from prying into its contents. He searched for a minute for the illusive key, finding it resting behind a couple books on a shelf a few feet away. Smirking triumphantly, he slid the key into its home and turned the lock, opening the drawer, doing his best to keep the noise to a minimum.

The lone candle he had did not help much in the middle of the night as he felt his way around the contents in the drawer, frustrated when he couldn't immediately find what he was looking for. His hand hit a small box near the back and he grasped it tightly, examining it quickly before shutting the drawer and locking it once more. He hid the key in the same spot and took a seat in the chaise. Opening the box he still held in his hand, he stared intently at its holdings, looking for any imperfections.

It was perfect, just like he remembered. He found this treasure when he was running errands in the city a few weeks before. He saw it as he passed this small shop, displayed proudly in the jeweler's window. While he was admittedly not a wealthy man, he knew he had to have it. He had never seen something more suited for his wife before. The necklace wasn't horribly elaborate, that was part of its charm. Willow appreciated simplicity, he had learned. The chain was gold which looked to be laced together. In the center was a stunning emerald, the teardrop flanked by two small diamonds at each side. The green would compliment her eyes, he knew, and the diamonds would merely add to the glow that he swore radiated off her.

Running his fingers timidly over the gem, he smiled, anxious to see her reaction to it when she received her gift in the morning. He placed it once more in the safe confines of its box and stood, making his way into the kitchen. It may seem like a strange place to leave her gift, but he had his reasons. Though the room wasn't huge, it had this beautiful set of windows that overlooked the grounds. Willow had decided that particular spot would be the perfect place for a small sitting area, complete with a modest table and chairs. It was quickly becoming one of her favorite spots to leisurely have her breakfast in the morning as she proceeded to stare out the glass, as if there was something out there, just beyond her reach that had her entranced.

He placed the box on the table next to the book she had left there the previous morning. Taking a look at the table, he frowned. Something was missing. He had an idea and returned to the sitting room, making himself comfortable at the desk that sat in the corner as he grabbed a piece of delicate parchment and readying a pen. He considered the paper before him for a moment. He seemed to come to a decision and began to write. He wrote at a furious pace, a sudden burst of inspiration bringing the awful poet in him back to life. He remained like that, never paying attention to that increasingly familiar unease that threatened to creep over him as he sat in the dark. Finally his muse left him. He waited a moment, blowing on the paper in front of him in effort to dry the ink. When it was finally ready, he pushed himself out of his chair and returned to the kitchen. Folding the paper in half, Willow's name scrawled elegantly across the front, he laid it against the small box on the table.

He stood there for a minute, considering everything until he nodded in satisfaction and moved to retrieve the candle that served as his only light. He started toward the hall, but found himself stopping. Pausing only feet from the doorway, he turned in half circle, scanning the room in search of what could have caused his sudden feel of unease. He was beginning to really hate this feeling, which he found was becoming more and more frequent. His eyes rested on the window on the other side of the room and he peered out into the darkness. He had a hard time making out more than shadows as the moon hid behind clouds. Cursing his unneeded worry, he was about to turn away and return to his bride when a flash of movement caught his eye.

Squinting his eyes in effort to see more clearly, he slowly approached the pane of glass. He couldn't figure out where the movement had come from. He waited, for what he wasn't sure of. Maybe another move, something that would confirm that his mind wasn't simply playing tricks on him. There was no way someone was wandering around outside their home. They were not near the heart of the city so meandering drunks and lay-abouts where out of the question.

Then he heard the strangest sound. It almost sounded like laughter, but it wasn't a deep chuckle. It was almost childlike, a giggle. But what would a child be doing wandering around a stranger's house in the middle of the night? It was just past midnight after all. Resolving to put an end to this nonsense, William gripped the candleholder tightly as he walked to the back door. Opening it slowly and hesitantly poking his head outside, he waited to see anything would happen. When it remained silent, he shrugged to himself and stepped out into the night. He closed the door but did not shut it behind him as he moved farther away from the house.

A rustling of leaves caught his attention and he spun in the direction of the noise. A muffled giggle sounded again, and he turned around, frantically searching for the cause of all this noise. His eyes were wide as they scanned the woods. His heart was beating so fast as the adrenaline caused by his fear coursed through his veins. Deciding it would be best to return to the relative safety of his home, he spun on his heel and moved at a fast pace to the back door. His hand reached for the knob but fell short of its grasp when the door banged shut.

He looked anxiously from the wood of the door to the rather large hand pressed against it. Following the hand to an arm, clothed in a white shirt that had been rolled up at the cuff, his eyes trailed up the man's arm to his shoulder, neck, and finally rested on his face. His frighteningly familiar face.

"I was wonderin' how long it would take to get ya outside." commented the man in an Irish brogue.

"You." he whispered in shock, taking a step back from the dark and menacing man that blocked his intended path. He was greeted with a cold smile, which did not contain any mirth, just anticipation and, he thought in terror, he suspected hunger.

"Ah, look," said the man, his tone amused and sarcastic. "He's runnin'. What did I tell ya, princess?" as he took a step forward and William took an automatic step back. "And I had such hopes that ya would face me like a man, not like some frightened little ponce."

"Now, now," clucked Dru as she appeared behind William, causing him to jump at the sound of her voice. "Don't tease our boy," she demanded with a grin. "He is scared of us. But why lovey? We only want to play." she murmured as she glided to Angelus' side, one arm wrapped around his waist. Her lips turned into a pout as she considered the blonde before her. "Kitten doesn't want to play with us," she said with a frown.

"W-Who are you?" William asked, hating the shaking in his voice.

"Such a loaded question," replied the tall brunette with a smirk. "But you can call me Angelus, or better yet, you can call me Master." he teased, grinning as William blanched. "Or not," he considered as he looked to Dru. "Maybe we should just kill him, Dru," he said with a shrug, "since the boy doesn't feel like playing and all. Maybe his little redhead will be up for some games."

"Leave her alone," William demanded, he would do his best to keep her safe, even if it meant his life.

"Ooh, you made him mad." announced Drusilla with a delighted grin.

"I do not know who you are," started William, "but you will not threaten my wife. Now, I want you off my property. You have no business coming here and threatening me or my wife."

"Mmm, your wife." drawled Angelus with a lascivious grin, "she is a tasty one, ain't she? A she looked absolutely gorgeous in her wedding dress. I don't know how ya kept yourself from shagging her right then and there as she walked down the aisle."

"Her dre-you!" he exclaimed with a gasp. "You are the one," at the brunette's questioning eyebrow, he clarified, "you have been following me.why?" he asked timidly as he started to back away once more. Dru growled her displeasure at his movement and he stopped. "Why are you doing this? We do not know you, we have done nothing to you. Why?"

"London is boring," replied Angelus conversationally, "and my girl here, she took one look at ya and just knew you were special.she's never wrong, you know? So, you should feel lucky. We've got plans for you, boy." William froze when he looked into Angelus' eyes which were now an eerie amber color.

"What are you?" he muttered.

"Vampires, love," Dru replied with a smile. His mouth opened in shock, unable to form words. This merely amused Angelus and he pulled away from Dru, ignoring her whimper of disappointment. William finally woke from his stupor and tried to turn and run, but the vampire was too fast for him, stepping in front of the blonde, his arm coming out to grip his throat tightly. William gasped for air as his grip tightened and struggled ineffectively.

"Pl-lease." he hissed in desperation, clawing at the hand. "d-don't hurt her-r." He hated the feeling of finality, knowing his death was not long in coming and there was nothing he could do. These.monsters already planned his fate and he saw no way around it, no matter how much he rebelled against the idea.

"Don't worry," replied Angelus with a sympathetic sigh, "We won't hurt your lass." His face shifted and William's struggles increased tenfold at the sight. Angelus reached out with his free hand and yanked his head to the side, freeing the blonde's neck and moving so fast that William could barely perceive his movement before he felt jagged teeth enter his neck and the pull of his blood being forcibly removed from his body. Dru clapped in excitement as she watched her sire drain the boy. Miss Edith would be ever so happy when they brought him home. This would be their childe, their glorious, bloody son.

Angelus felt William weaken in his grasp and heard his heartbeat falter. Pulling away with a snarl, he tore a gash into his wrist placed the wound against his slack mouth. His blood dribbled into William's mouth for a moment before he felt the blonde attach his mouth to his wrist and suckle in a desperate attempt to stave off death. Feeling his head spinning a bit, Angelus pulled away, letting his body go limp in his arms as death claimed the young man. Throwing him over his shoulder, he took one last look at the small house which still held the delicate little redhead and turned away, heading to the carriage he had hidden deeper into the shadows. Drusilla followed him at a leisurely pace, her eyes occasionally drifting to the  stars above.

Dropping the man unceremoniously onto the floor of the carriage, he offered a hand to Dru as she stepped inside. Looking down at the now pale young man, Angelus knelt as best he could, patting the boy's cheek in a mock gesture of affection.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt your lass," he repeated with an evil gleam in his eye, "You'll do it for me."

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