“Oh. My. God.” Cordelia sighed, looking up at the open doorway of the office.

“What is it, Delia?” Angel asked, poking his head around the doorway to his own
private office. His mouth dropped open at the sight before him, his voice
breathy as he echoed Cordelia’s words. “Oh. My. God.”

Lounging against the open doorway of Angel Investigations, Xander couldn’t help
but smirk at the reactions he was getting from the pair within the office. He
stood up a little straighter, twirling slowly for their inquisitive eyes to
take in every detail. Black boots were laced tight across his feet, the tops
disappearing into a pair of form-fitting leather pants.  Tucked loosely into
the top of the pants, a sapphire blue silk shirt was accentuated by the white
t-shirt underneath.

Bending his head down in what was a good impersonation of the goofy boy he had
been only the day before,  Spike’s newest Childe looked up at the couple
watching him. He smirked again before licking his lips and addressing Cordelia.
“Don’t tell me you don’t like it, Delia.”

Cordelia took a deep breath, biting her lip. She had known about Willow and
Xander getting turned, had deliberately made herself scarce the night it had
happened. But now, faced with the evidence of it in front of her, she couldn’t
deny it any longer. Xander Harris, her one time boyfriend, was now officially a
member of the living dead.

And he looked damn good.

“Its not that, Xan,” She smiled faintly.  Her heart was beating out of control
in her chest and she was relieved to feel Angel’s cool arms encircle her,
giving her strength. “Just reminds me of my Wish world. That’s how your other
self dressed, too and he wasn’t a nice guy.”

Xander nodded, deliberately grinning at her in a way he knew would set her at
ease. Though his demon was roaring for him to scare her, even if just a little,
he knew that Angel would have his hide for it. “Don’t worry, Cor, my soul’s all
locked up tight. I won’t turn into him.”

“Bored now.”

Cordelia stiffened at the childishly sweet voice of the girl in the doorway,
images of her senior year flashing through her mind. “Wills…” her voice shook
as she addressed the newest entrant to the room.

Willow giggled, the sound pure and sweet. “Sorry, Delia, I couldn’t resist.”
She stepped up to Xander, wrapping her arms around his waist.  She breathed in,
enjoying the scent of fear the receptionist was giving off. Her demon screamed,
throwing itself against the restraints placed on it by her soul. How easy would
it be just to break the girl’s neck and drain her dry? The red head licked her
lips, nipping lightly at her mate’s neck.

“Keep it under control, little one,” Angel cautioned. He hadn’t missed the look
of bloodlust that flashed through her eyes, the hint of gold that had sparkled
like the sun before she turned her head away. When it was obvious she had
everything reigned in tight, he took a moment to look at her, surprised to find
that she was dressed similar to her dark-haired lover – leather pants and a
silk shirt. “Let me guess….Spike took you shopping at a store that only sold
leather and silk?”

Willow blinked, grinning in amusement. “Not at all. We chose the clothes.” She
smirked, stepping away from her lover and closer to the older vampire. “What,
grandpa? You don’t like?” She stalked towards the dark-haired vampire, her hips
swaying slightly.

“Willow…” Angel’s voice was more than a little hard as he regarded the childe
before him.  He licked his lips unconsciously, admiring the way her body looked
in the clothes. All playing aside, he had to admit that the leather suited her
much better than any of the fluffy sweaters and denim coveralls she had worn
before.

“S’matter, Peaches?” Xander smirked, also walking towards his grand-sire. The
name he had borrowed from Spike for the older vampire rolled off his lips,
sounding more erotic that Angel would have ever dreamed possible.

Angel swallowed, trying to force his body not to react to the two mere children
in front of him.  The attraction he felt for the red head was strong, but
nothing compared to what he felt for the dark-haired man.  His demon roared
when he was around them, wanted nothing more than to claim Sire’s Rights and
fuck the living hell right out of them.

Its not like they could lose their souls or anything, right?

He felt his nostrils flare and knew his eyes were showing the demon. It would
totally ruin the new found bond he was making with his own Childe if he were to
make moves on Xander and Willow.  He pushed his demon down, forcing himself to
look stern and remember the situation the two had been causing when he came in
the room. “I do not want you two scaring Cordelia. If you do, I will have Spike
discipline you, whether he likes it or not.”

“Discipline them yourself, Sire,” Spike grinned from the doorway, lighting up a
cigarette. He smirked at the dumbstruck expressions on his childer’s faces.
“You did say you would help me teach them, well that bloody well means that you
help discipline them. They piss you off, Peaches, go ahead and show them some
of that tough love you taught me with so long ago.”

Willow swallowed. Hard. How could her Sire do this to them? How could he give
Angel – the being formerly known as ANGELUS – permission to discipline them?
“Sire?” She whispered, unable to believe he had actually said it. Her demon was
laughing, knowing that it would be a good time to be disciplined by such a
cruel Master. The part of her that was still human, however, cringed.

“Don’t ‘Sire’ me, Red,”  the bleached blonde grinned, blowing out a gust of
smoke into the air. “I don’t normally stand on all that bloody vampire
etiquette crap, but he –is- a Master, and you two, while beloved to us both,
are little more than fledges. You will respect both of us or he will bloody
well knock you on your respective arses.” The words were said with a smile, to
take away the sting, but he could tell his childer felt it anyway.

Xander shrugged, nodding his assent. His eyes were glittering with
mischievousness despite the threat carried by his Sire. He could feel his cock
harden with just the thought of getting punished by the big, brooding vampire.
Wrapping his arms around Willow, he ground his erection into her backside,
gazing at Angel

“MmMmm,” Willow purred,  grinding back against her lover. She felt her own body
immediately spring into arousal, heightened by the closeness of her mate and
his own evident arousal. They hadn’t made love since they were turned, choosing
to wait until their bodies had adjusted completely.

Willow felt all nice and adjusted.

She turned to her lovers, a lusty yet wicked gleam in her eyes. “Lets go
upstairs and….play?”
 

~Part Seventeen~
 

“Willow,” Angel asked quietly, his eyes fixed somewhere above her head. “I
thought I asked you to research that demon from last night for me.”

The red head turned, her eyes wide with feigned innocence. “Sorry…forgot?” She
smirked slightly. The truth was she had been too caught up wandering the city
to do the research. There was so much to see and do that tantalized her new
senses and she wanted to experience it all. With the introduction of her demon,
her mind no longer felt the need to play Research Girl – she no longer desired
the attention and appreciation she once felt the position got her. So she had
ignored her Grand-Sire’s request and gone out exploring.

“Forgot.” The older vampire said the one word without emotion, his eyes
flickering to her face. “My sources say you were out wandering the city.” He
frowned. “Again. After Spike specifically told you not to go wandering off
again by yourself.”  His eyes were calm. What was to come was something he had
already discussed with his own blonde haired Childe after they discovered
Willow’s disobedience the night before. He not only had Spike blessing but his
approval as well for the actions to come. “So you not only disobeyed a direct
request from me, but also one from your Sire. Punishment is in order.”

Willow blanched, paling even more than her current status as a member of the
undead usually allowed her to. Angel was going to be punishing her. Images of
torture ran through her mind, the blood and pain associated with them seeming
all too real to her at the moment. She closed her eyes, trying not to let her
fear show – only to find out that it wasn’t fear that she was feeling.

It was desire.

The dark side of her that the demon was responsible for was yearning for the
tough love the older vampire could give. It was clammering at the walls of the
soul, begging for it – pleading for any slaps or whips Angel might would give.
Wetness pooled between her legs as her demon whispered to her how good it could
feel for her if just let it come forward. She knew that if, and only if, the
demon was in control she would be able to find the pleasure amidst the pain.

Angel’s nostrils flared as he took in the scent of the red head’s arousal. This
was the last thing he had expected – for her to actual crave the punishment.
Suddenly, he was glad that his Childe had also given him the blessing to ‘shag’
her should he feel the desire to. Cordelia would understand – they had been
living under the pleasure of an ‘open relationship’ for months and had no
problems with it. She understood all too well that vampires had appetites that
exceeded those of a human, and she was willing to share.

The scent of her arousal was almost overwhelming and thoughts of punishing then
fucking her slammed through his brain. He loved the little red head like a
sister, but in this case he could, no –would-, be rough with her. She needed
it, deserved it. The part of her that the demon had taken over would enjoy
every moment of it – as would he. She would learn her lesson in the same way
Spike had so many years before.

Through sex and torture.

Green eyes flew open, Willow’s demon evident but not prominent as she regarded
her Grand-Sire. “I’m ready whenever you are, gramps.”

** ** **

Willow stalked into Angel’s room, glaring  at him with only a small amount of
actual hate. She didn’t mind that he was going to be punishing her. No – she
wanted him to. But it just wouldn’t be right to just come right out and say
‘beat me’.  Not right at all. She would fight him tooth and nail every step of
the way, knowing that he got off on it as much as she would.

“Lay down,” Angel commanded, pointing at the bed. He turned to one of the
chests along his wall, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it over the back of a
chair before he kneeled in front of an antique wooden chest. He took out two
lengths of chains, eyeing them carefully to make sure there were no visible
weaknesses before turning back to the red head. “You’re still standing.”

The younger vampire smirked. “It would appear that way.” Her eyes flashed gold
as her demon came to the fore, ready for whatever Angel could dish out.

“You want to do this the hard way?” Angel growled. “Fine.” Quicker than she
could react, the dark haired vampire had caught her by the arms, throwing her
forcefully onto his bed. Her head hit the metal posts of the head board with a
crack and she winced, growling up at him. Chains  in hand, he pounced, pinning
her down with his body as she struggled beneath him. “Little one, you can’t
win.”

“I can bloody well try.”

Angel couldn’t help but laugh at one of his Childe’s most favorite expressions
used so freely by the red head. “Spending too much time with Spike, Will.”

“Can never spend enough time with my Sire,” she threw back at him, struggling
with all her might as he held first one wrist, then the other, up to be chained
to the bed frame. Through golden eyes she watched as he moved away from the bed
again, staring down at her through his own half-lidded eyes. She saw him kneel
in front of his chest again, drawing something long and dark from it. When he
turned back to her she couldn’t help but gasp.

He had a whip.

Even the demon wasn’t too thrilled about the idea of Angelus beating her with a
whip. This was going to hurt – a lot. It wasn’t going to be the pleasure-pain
fest she had been desiring. Or was it?

Her clothes were torn from her body before she could think of a suitable
protest and then he was straddling her again. Grabbing her wrists with one of
his large, strong hands, the dark haired vampire unlocked the chains. Still
holding her wrists, Angel effectively flipped her now naked body over, her face
down on the soft pillow. Again the chains were locked into place. “A…Angel?”

“Yes, little one?” He bent down, purring in her ear as he fingered the heavy
strands of the whip. It had been so long since he had had a Childe to punish.
For this and this alone he could let his demon out to play. He stood, admiring
the smooth white skin of her back. It was almost a shame to mar such beautiful
flesh with a whip.

She fought against her demon, wanting to beg his forgiveness. The demon
wouldn’t let her though. It wouldn’t let her humble herself before the mighty
Angelus no matter how much pain it would cost her in the end. Better to take it
than to grovel like some lowly minion. “Nevermind.”

Angel tilted his head to the side. He could tell she had wanted to ask
forgiveness and he had been prepared to deny her just that – she needed to be
taught a lesson after all. But this was unexpected. She was just going to lie
there and take it. Fine. He raised his arm, knowing she would forgive him for
what was to come.

Willow braced herself with the first woosh of air as Angel’s arm came back.
Still. She cried out in pain as the stinging leather came down upon her back.
Her face morphed, taking on the aspect of her demon and she howled in defiance.
Again the whip came down and again she screamed, the vocalization ending in a
growl.

Fingers digging into the palms of her hands, the red haired vampire moaned
softly. She felt heat spreading from between her legs up her stomach and across
her face. The blows had ceased being painful, her back growing used to it. She
could smell the sweet scent of her own blood in the air and her demon was
clammering for action.

Angel smirked when he caught the first whiff of his grand-childe’s arousal. He
slammed another hard stroke across her back with the whip before dropping it to
the floor. It clattered once before stilling.

This was unexpected. Willow craned her head around, trying to see where her
tormentor had run off to. She couldn’t twist far enough, though, and fell back
on the bed with a frustrated growl. How dare he get her all worked up and not
beat her more? The bed sunk in slightly with his weight.

“Now…” Angel murmured, playing idly with the small bowl in his hands. “When I
or your Sire tells you to do something….I trust you will do it?”

“Maybe…” Willow purred, she lifted her hips off of the bed, as if inviting him
to touch her or beat her, whichever he wanted. Her demon didn’t really care so
long as something happened.

“Maybe?” The older vampire repeated questioningly. His fingers dipped into the
bowl he was holding, grabbing a hold of the first piece of ice he touched.
“Willow…stop fighting…”

The red head struggled against her bonds, gasping as the freezing ice touched
down upon her bare skin for the first time. He traced lightly over one of the
whip marks and she moaned a loud with desire. This was too much – feeling him
beat her then tease her oh so slowly with something as sensuous as ice.
“Angel….”

“Will. You. Listen?” He punctuated every word by drawing the ice down across
another mark. He could tell her defenses were weakening. As young as she was,
the demon wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight for very long. Fledglings
were all about pleasure at this age, not liking the pain of a good dominance
scene very much. Eventually he knew that tying her up and beating her into
submission wouldn’t work. But for now it should be enough.

“Yeess….” The red head hissed, her demon sliding back as her human mask fell
into place. “Please, Angel…touch me….please…”

Angel grinned, dropping the melting cube back into the bowl with a small
clatter. He stood, dropping his pants and boxers with one smooth motion.
Covering her body with his own, the vampire allowed his aching erection to
press against her ass, sliding gently down until it was resting against her hot
core. “I don’t know, Red. I don’t really think you deserve this….”

Willow shuddered as the purred words drifted over her ear. “Then beat me! I
don’t care! Just do something for god….” She cried out as his cock slid to the
hilt within her tight channel, bucking up to push him even deeper. This was
something the old version of herself would never have done – get chained to a
bed and beaten then fucked. But, the new and improved version of herself liked
it – craved it. “Harder…”

Grunting his assent, Angel grabbed onto the red head’s hips and drive into her
with a fury born of the demon residing within his fleshy frame. His face
slipped, yellow eyes glaring down at the smooth white back of his Childe’s
mate. Growling, he reached underneath of her to strum continuously at the young
woman’s sopping clit. He smiled around his fangs as she screamed his name,
close to her orgasm.

After the build up of the beating and then the slow tease with the ice, the
dark haired vampire knew he couldn’t hold out any longer than he already had.
With a howl he twisted one last time at the red head’s clit, hearing her shriek
her release as he came deep within her clenching passage. His fingernails drew
blood on her hips and he brought the tips of his fingers to his mouth to lick
at it, spasming one more time inside of her from the taste alone.

“Ugh…” Willow moaned softly, trying to stretch after her orgasm. The chains
rattled against the iron posts of the bed and she turned her head slightly to
look at her grand-sire. “Untie me?”

“Please?” Angel asked, arching an eyebrow as he rolled off of her.

The red head laughed. “If I refuse to say please will you punish me again?”
 

~Part Eighteen~

The stake pointed at his heart was the first indication that something was
wrong.

The brassed off Slayer was the second.

Spike eyed Cynthia as she kneeled over him, stake poised at his heart, without
fear. If this was his time to go, so be it. He only hoped Angel would take good
care of Willow and Xander. He didn't question for one second how she had
managed to get into the apartment unnoticed - Angel had taken the kids out to
help on one of Cordelia's visions so there was no one in the building but him.

"I suppose you're wondering why I'm here," Cynthia hissed, her eyes cold and
dark. She smirked when he didn't move, assuming she had him afraid for his
life.  "I mean, last time we met I ran away like a frightened child – scared
your little 'family'," she spat the word. "Would hurt those I loved."

She shifted her weight slightly and Spike wondered if he could possibly throw
her off and not have the chip send him a splitting headache. He was as good as
dead if that happened. The tip of the stake was digging into his bare chest,
drawing blood. Too much pressure and he'd be dust. Never to walk the face of
the earth again. He sighed inwardly, waiting for the insane Slayer to continue.

"I decided, after having the Council move my family somewhere you will never,
ever, find them - that killing William the Bloody would be worth it. Worth
risking my life." She grinned, looking for one brief moment like a happy child.
The moment quickly passed, the coldness overtaking her again.

Spike held his breath, hoping the Slayer was too caught up in her moment to
notice the presence of others entering the building. He could feel his
childer's alarm as they felt the Slayer, could feel it tremble in the bond they
all shared. Along with that, though, he could feel the cool wrath of his Sire -
pulsating towards him.

"After all, killing you would make me more famous than Buffy herself. She slept
with half of the Scourge of Europe - I actually killed one of them."

The blonde closed his eyes, trying to hide his emotions. If she turned around
now it would be all over. Better to act scared and live to fight another day.

Then, Cynthia's slight weight was gone from his body and he heard a dull impact
as something large hit a wall.

"Its not nice to point sharp sticks at people."

Spike opened his eyes in time to see the beauty of his red haired childe in her
true face as she stood over the unconscious body of the Slayer. He sat up,
watching her as she regarded the brunette with a slight pout on her face.

"Xan...I'm getting tired of this. She's threatened our family too many times."
Willow purred, stepping into the arms of her dark-haired lover. She pulled his
head down, kissing him brutally on the mouth. The feel of his fangs on her lips
was like an aphrodisiac and she shuddered with arousal.

"Me too, baby," Xander murmured, his voice husky. "I think we should deal with
it. Once and for all."

"Xander...Willow..." Angel murmured, stepping away from the door.

"Don't tell me you're going to stop us?" The red head arched an eyebrow,
turning to look at her grand-sire as her human mask slipped back into place.
"She's not going to stop. We tried leaving and she came -looking- for him. I
will -not- let her hurt my mate!"

The older vampire contemplated his increasingly agitated grand-childer, a smile
coming to his lips despite his better judgement. "I don't condone the killing
of innocents - but she has threatened my childe too many times. I can't be here
for this, though, so I was just going to say that I'm leaving the office for a
little while and not to get blood on the carpet - there are tarps in one of the
closets downstairs."

Spike would have gasped had he had the air in his lungs to do so. His
soul-having Sire was going to let his equally souled childer kill the Slayer? A
feral grin stole over his face.

Tonight would be a night to remember.

"Go get the tarps?" Willow purred to Xander, her eyes following Angel hungrily
as he left the room. She snatched a kiss from her lover before he left and then
went to sit with her Sire. "Gonna make her hurt..."

The blonde raised his eyebrows at his lover. There was malice in her tone that
he had never heard before - an evil he thought he'd never hear. Not with her
having the soul and all. {I guess that spell did let the demon come closer to
the surface,} he shrugged mentally, wrapping an arm around his red haired mate.
"How are you going to do that, pet?"

Willow eyes flashed gold again, her ridges appearing. She leaned against him,
tilting her head up to nip lightly at his jawline. "Gonna make her bleed," she
whispered.

Spike shivered at the coldness in his Childe's voice. He could see her demon at
the surface, totally in harmony with the soul on this. Even as a human she had
threatened awful things to the Slayer if she tried to hurt her 'family'. Even
then she had had enough darkness in her heart to be able to kill to protect
those she loved.

Now that darkness was set free.

In the smoldering depths of her eyes he could see the demon lurking, waiting to
come forward and wreak havoc on the unconscious brunette laying by the wall. It
was a beauty he had never seen in her, one that he was happy to say he would
get to look at for the rest of his unlife. Beauty, cunning and darkness all
rolled into one attractive package.

"Daddy..." Willow purred, laying her head in his lap and turning to look up in
his face. She smiled, feeling the hardness of his erection press into the back
of her head. "Does this turn you on? The thought of your childer killing the
Slayer. Making her bleed. Making her hurt and scream? Is that what gets you all
hot?"

The blonde grinned down at his Childe, delighted with her in every way. "No,
pet. Just being around you gets me hot. The thought of the bloody Slayer
bleeding all over the place is just an added bonus." He ran a hand over her
lips, and chuckled softly when she nipped at the tip of one. "My little
kitten." He purred. "All teeth and claws."

"Don’t forget that she purrs and cuddles, too," Xander smirked, his eyes
sparkling. He tossed down the large blue tarp he had secured from the office
closet, spreading it out over the carpeting.

"Oh! Chains!" The red head laughed happily, sitting up to regard her
dark-haired mate. The tips of her painted fingernails ran lightly over the
cotton covered bulge of her Sire, delighting in the soft purr of happiness he
gave off. "You think of everything, Xan."

"That's me, Wills, always prepared," he purred, stepping up to his seated
lovers. His gaze flickered back and forth between his family and the Slayer,
debating on whether to kill the Slayer -then- fuck or fuck -then- kill the
Slayer. Choices. Choices. He licked his lips, leaning low to brush a kiss first
across the red head's lips then across the blonde's.  "Ready?"

Willow nodded, kissing Spike's lips before standing. She stretched, the silk of
her shirt riding up across her flat stomach. Sprinkles of gold fluttered in her
eyes as her demon cackled with joy. A Slayer to kill. A human to bleed. The
demon knew this would probably be one of the few true kills it ever would be
allowed to participate in and it didn't want to let it go to waste. She
grinned, painted lips turning up in a joyous smile. "Let's play."

** ** **

The first thing Cynthia felt as she woke up was the stinging splash of icey
water hitting her face. She screamed, eyes popping open in surprise. A bare
ceiling greeted her, the paint practically new in appearance and for a moment
she didn't remember where she was.

Then it hit her.

She had come to LA to kill the vampire once known as William the Bloody – to
rid the world of his evil taint once and for all. And she had been just about
victorious when someone had grabbed her and thrown her - hard. Then there was
blackness. She struggled to sit up, crying out again when she discovered that
her hands and feet were bound in chains, making it almost impossible for her to
move.

Willow chuckled softly, moving into the brunette's line of sight.  She hefted a
small blade, tapping it lightly against her palm with a small slapping sound.
"Oh goodie, she woke up. This will be so much more fun with her awake."

"Face full of cold water will usually do that, pet."

The Slayer twisted as much as her bonds would let her, looking over into the
cruelly smirking face of the vampire she had come to kill. She knew then that
she wouldn't leave the building alive. Her pride had eclipsed her own good
sense and now she would suffer for it. But they wouldn't have the pleasure of
hearing her scream, she decided. She forced her face into a cold mask, staring
at the ceiling as she waited for her fate to come.

"So tough..." Xander purred, kneeling beside the brunette. He ran the tips of
his fingernails slowly over the skin of her cheek, the pressure deepening until
he was tearing her flesh, blood trickling down the once perfect skin. He saw
her flinch, eyes closing as she fought to control her pain, and his demon
cackled with happiness. This would be his mission: to make the Slayer scream.

Willow watched as her lover bent down to lick at the blood running so freely
down the girl's cheek. Her own mouth watered, wanting to taste that which she
had been denied up to that point - human blood. Not just any human's blood
either - a Slayer's. She growled softly, sinking gracefully down to the ground
next to her mate. "May I?"

Xander's smile was complete evil as he regarded one of two loves of his unlife.
"Go for it, babe." His cock was throbbing as she leaned down to lap at the
rapidly clotting cut on the Slayer's face.  He looked over to see his Sire
watching them with hooded eyes, the bulge in his pants belying the laid back
attitude he was trying to put forth. "Want a taste, lover?"

Spike shivered as the dark-haired man's voice rolled over his skin. He made the
word 'lover' sound sordid, like something you whispered about when you thought
no one else was listening.

And Spike loved it.

"Don't tease. You know I can't taste the chit." He tapped the side of his head
for emphasis. "And I don’t fancy licking her to death, anyway, luvs."

Willow cocked her head to the side, her brain working fast. She leaned over,
whispering to Xander. He grinned at her, nodding once before bounding to his
feet, dashing into the kitchen. A moment later, wine glass in hand, he
returned, winking at the curious blonde who was watching his every movement.

"Now hold it steady for me, Xan..." Willow purred, licking her lover's jugular
before grabbing hold of one of the girl's bound hands. She pushed aside the
chains enough to see her pale wrist, knife glinting in the dim light from the
single lamp as she sliced downward.

Xander almost winced as the knife cut through the tender flesh, the part of him
that remembered what it was like to feel pain howling. Cynthia whimpered and he
turned to Willow, careful to hold the glass steady beneath the bleeding wrist.
"No fair...I wanted to be the one to make her scream."

"I wouldn't call that a scream," the red head grinned. "More like a pathetic
gurgle." She grabbed the glass from his hand, holding the full container up to
the light to take in the rich red color. Smiling, she rose, coming to stand
before Spike. "Sire...for you..."

Spike took the glass, his eyes momentarily tearing up at the love his childer
had for him. He sipped at the blood, letting the warmth melt over his tongue
and down the back of his throat. He smiled, holding the glass up in toast. "To
the -next- Slayer...may she be better than the last."

Cynthia's eyes widened at the words. She knew she was going to die, knew that
her minutes were ticking down even as blood poured from her wrist. She saw the
blonde's childer turn to her, their game faces slipping into place. All will to
resist was gone, her body giving in to its natural responses as terror overtook
her.

Xander had one moment to enjoy the screams of the Slayer before his demon came
over him completely, the bloodlust taking over. He wanted to cut her, carve
into her, make her scream some more – scream until she had no voice left to
scream with.

Then there was nothing but the blood.
 

~Part Nineteen~

Willow stretched, her back arching as she slowly woke from her slumber. She
opened her eyes, trailing a hand along the pale hip of the man in front of her.
Reaching her other hand behind her, the red head was surprised to not find her
other lover.  Reaching out along the bond she shared with her mates, she was
delighted to see that Xander was somewhere neaby – totally fine.

"Just hope he isn't annoying Cordelia again..." She muttered, pulling herself
quietly from the bed. She brushed a soft kiss across Spike's forehead before
grabbing a pair of black jeans and a velvet shirt from the closet. Dressing
quickly, the red head left the bedroom, walking silently towards the living
room. She had a feeling thats where she would find her dark haired mate.

"Xan...?" She called, stepping into the darkened room. A fierce smile lit up
her face as she spotted him, sitting in a corner. He was obviously in deep
thought, not even noticing when she came in the room? "Baby?" She placed a hand
on his shoulder, shaking him slightly.

Xander jumped at the pressure on his shoulder, game face immediately coming to
the fore. He growled, whipping around. His gaze softened when he saw his lover,
her eyes wide with shock and his human features quickly came back.
"Ack...sorry, Will."

"It's ok. I shouldn't have disturbed you, I guess." She sat down on the couch,
noticing for the first time that they had dressed almost exactly alike. Tight
black jeans, black boots, and flowing velvet shirts. The only difference was
that he was wearing blue while she was wearing a deep green. "We're twins,
Xan..."

He looked over at her, also seeing the similarities in their clothing. "Well
Spike did Sire us at the same time so I guess we are in more ways that one."
 

Willow smiled, relieved to see some spark of happiness in her mate's eyes.
"What were you thinking so deep about?"

The dark haired vampire shrugged. "Cynthia..."

The red head grimaced. "Why were you thinking of that bitch?" She felt a chill
go through her as her lover's dead eyes turned on her, almost as if they were
staring through her.

"I enjoyed it, Will. I enjoyed killing her, torturing her, drinking her
dry....I enjoyed every last minute of it." His eyes shut, a small smile
creeping involuntarily across his face as he thought of the day before and the
death of the Slayer.

"So did I..." Willow murmured, not understand what his problem was.

"I'm scared I'll do it again...to someone innocent..."

"You won't."

Xander looked up to see his Sire standing in the doorway, looking gorgeous even
when he was fresh out of bed. No comb had touched his hair yet and the bleached
strands were sticking out slightly. Blue eyes were alert, though, and he knew
his Sire had probably heard most of their conversation.  "How do you know?"

"Because we won't let you, pet." He smiled gently at his lover. He crossed the
room with a few quick strides and knelt in front of his Childe. "Red and I
won't let you...and if all else fails you know Peaches won't either." He took a
deep, unneccessary breath, looking deep into the troubled brown eyes of his
love. "It was fun. Your demon enjoyed it. That doesn't mean that it bloody well
needs to do it again, pet. Remember it for what it was, but let it go."

Xander gaped at the blonde. He sounded so much like a concerned parent that the
young vampire would have laughed had the situation not been so serious. As it
was, he could feel his demon struggling, telling him it did need to kill - to
feed and fight. He closed his eyes, taking the words his Sire had said to heart
- the soul he had been gifted with urging him to learn from the experience then
let it go, just as Spike had said.

Willow felt no small amount of relief when her darker haired lover nodded. She
smiled at him as his eyes again opened, happiness lighting in them. They had
come so far in such a short time. From pets of the Slayer to Childer of a
master vampire who had -killed- a Slayer. She understood Xander's fear
completely - her own demon lusted to feel the thrill of a kill again – to
torture someone for hours and hear their screams.

But she could fight it, and so could he.

Jumping up suddenly, Xander shot them a 'be right back' before darting out of
the room and down the hall. When he returned a mere moment later, he was
holding a small bottle.

"Nail polish?" The red head raised her eyebrows in question. "Going to give me
a manicure, lover?"

Xander grinned. "No...its for me." He shook the bottle hard before uncapping
it, wiping off the excess polish on the inside of the bottle. He held up the
thumb of left hand, examining the nail before swiping the brush across it in
one long stroke. In less than a minute he had painted the nail in the deep red
shade he had chosen and was forcing air through his lungs to blow on it.

"Fashion statement, luv?" Spike asked, confused by his Childe's sudden urge to
wear nail polish.

"A reminder," Xander said, completely serious. "To remind me of what I did and
to never let it happen again."

Willow nodded, understanding dawning on her. She smiled at her mates, standing
and kissing them each in turn. "So what do you want to do for the rest of the
day?"

A wicked gleam entered the eyes of the brunette in front of her and she felt
that familiar chill of excitement course through her.

"Lets go scare Cordelia and see if Deadboy will punish us."

"Goodie." Willow purred, taking her lover's hand. She winked at Spike. "Want to
come with?"

The blonde grinned, shaking his head slightly. These two were absolutely bloody
incorrigible. And he loved every minute of it. "Sure thing, pets - lets go
scare the chit."

** End Fic **

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