Spike admired Willow with pride as she dusted her fifth vampire for the night.  She moved with a grace and stealth the Slayer could not touch.  After Willow came up to him giving him a deep and passionate kiss Spike suddenly remembered something.
 
 

“Red?”
 
 

“Yeah.”
 
 

“I just remembered something I have to do tonight.”
 
 

“What?”
 
 

“Can’t tell you it’s a surprise.”
 
 

“Alright.”
 
 

            Spike walked her to the house and waited till she was safely in the door.  Then he made his way to his car in Sunnydale parking garage and headed for LA to pick up Willow’s surprise.
 
 

            Willow made her way to her room, dropping her books to turn on the lamp at her bedside.  Suddenly Willow felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.  Before she could even react she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head and the hysterical laughter of Riley Finn.

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            Willow began to rouse with a spitting headache.  Her eyes opened to her dimly light room, trying to cover them with her hands she noticed that she could not because they appeared to be bound above her head.  Her eyes flew up to discover her assumption was right.  Before she could recall any events leading up to her situation she heard a voice.
 
 

“Who is he?  Who is the man you have let touch you?”
 
 

“Riley.”  She said with fear in her voice.
 
 

“No, it hasn’t been me you have avoided me every chance you got.  Did you really think you could escape me?”
 
 

“I’ve been busy.”
 
 

“WITH WHO?”
 
 

“With the gang and school.”
 
 

“Do you think I’m stupid?  Who walked you home tonight Willow.  I seen him out of your balcony door, but it was too dark to make out anything but the fact that he was a man.  WHO IS HE?”
 
 

“Just a friend who showed enough consideration for my safety to walk me home.”
 
 

“WHAT IS HIS NAME?”
 
 

“Why so you can kill him I don’t think so.”  She said defiantly.
 
 

            Something in Riley’s mind snapped.  He moved over to her on the bed and pulled off the sheet over top of her.  Willow found herself naked.  Riley straddled her, himself wearing nothing more then boxers.
 
 

“Before this is through I will have his name.”
 
 

            With that said Riley flipped her over on her stomach forcing her wrist to twist across one another painfully.  She suddenly felt a sharp pain as Riley’s fist made contact with her side.  Her screams of pain encouraged further blows to her back and side.  After the beating Riley once again asked for the name of the man that walked her home.  When she did not speak he took it as refusal and beat her again.  The beatings seam to last for hours.  After each Riley asked the same question.  But now his patients had worn thin.
 
 

“WHO IS HE?”
 
 

            No answer.
 
 

“SO BE IT.”
 
 

            Suddenly lifted her to her knees and before she knew what was happening she felt extreme pain as he slammed into her anal passage.  Pulling her hair as he continued to defile her harder and faster brought Willow even more pain.  Praying for anything to stop the pain she got her wish as she suddenly blacked out, but not before the last thought crossed her mind.
 
 

‘Spike I love you.’
 

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            Spike flew past the sign that said Welcome to Sunnydale.  He felt that there was something wrong.  He prayed that his instincts where wrong.  As quickly as possible he made his way threw Sunnydale to Willow’s house screeching into the driveway.  Running up to the door once inside he smelled it.  Willow’s blood, racing up the stares he opened the door to her room and was meet with a horrifying sight.  There on her bed lay Willow’s bloody broken body, her heartbeat was faint.  As his anger flared and his demon roared in protest at the faint sent of Riley Finn he made a decision.
 
 

            Walking over to her he laid her head in his lap and began to gently shake her as he called her name.  Finally after what seemed like forever she became conscious enough to answer him.
 
 

“Spike?”  She asked weakly.
 
 

“Hush Luv, save you strength.  Listen to me Willow, you are dying and I can’t dream of living without you.  I want to turn you, but I must ask you permission because I love you to much to force you into the life of a vampire.”

“I would rather send eternity as one of the damned then die and never hold you again.  But there is one thing.”
 
 

“What my Luv.”
 
 

“I want to keep my soul.”
 
 

“I don’t know how to do that.”
 
 

“I kept the spell I used to anchor Angel’s soul and the ingredients in my chest just in case something happened and he lost it again.
 
 

“Alright Luv, I’ll do it.”
 
 

            With that Spike opened his wrist then put the fresh wound to her lips.  It took a minute before Willow started to swallow it.  Spike gave her as much as he could before pulling his wrist away.  He sat by her side till he heard her heart stop.  He knew she would not wake for a long time because he had given her more that enough to start out as a childe.  After packing a few things of importance and putting her in the car he set the house on fire.  He watched the flames rise out of his rearview window as he made his way to their new home.

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            Giles, Xander, Anya, Buffy, Riley, Graham and Forrest sat around Giles living room when they heard a knock at the door.  Giles got up to answer in.  He was shocked to see who was on the other side.
 
 

“Come in.”
 
 

            Giles entered the room followed by Angel, Wesley, Cordelia and Gunn.  The room appeared to be just as shocked at there arrival.  Riley looked at Angel angrily as he came into the room.
 
 

“Angel what are you doing here?”  Asked Giles.
 
 

“Cordelia had a vision.”
 
 

“Really, about what?”
 
 

            Angel hesitated.
 
 

“Willow’s funeral.”
 
 

            Everyone gasped while Xander rushed to the phone to call her.  Everyone saw as the confused and frustrated look crossed his face.
 
 

“Xander what’s wrong?”  Anya asked genuinely concerned for the redhead that accepted her then others did not.
 
 

“Her phone is busy.”
 
 

“What’s wrong with that?”  Buffy asked.
 
 

“She has call waiting.”
 
 

            Suddenly Riley’s cell phone rang.  He answered it and listened to what the person on the other end was telling him.  The news shocked him but he knew he had to appear distressed by it when he told the gang.  So afterward he placed his phone back at his side he sighed loudly.
 
 

“What is it baby?”  Buffy asked with concern.
 
 

“Willow’s house burned down.”
 

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            Willow began to stir as she became aware of her surroundings.  She realized that she was in a place she did not recognize but did not worry because she felt Spike was near, Spike, her lover, her Sire, her mate.  Her yes fluttered open, there Spike sat at her side.  She looked at him with seductive eyes.
 
 

“Spike my love.”
 
 

            Willow felt her soul inside, but what seemed unusual to her was that it didn’t feel like how Angel had described.  It appeared that her soul and demon were one.  There was no battle between the two for dominance.  They both equally ruled the body side by side.
 
 

“How do you feel Red?”
 
 

“Hungry.”
 
 

“Thought you might.”  Spike said as he made his way to the door.  He shortly returned with a warm mug.
 
 

            Willow took the blood and smelled it, her stomach knotted in nausea.  It was cows blood.  Her demon would rather starve.  Willow handed the untouched blood back to Spike who gave her a confusing look.”
 
 

“I want fresh human blood.”
 
 

            Spike looked at her in awe.  Reading his expression she answered his unspoken questions.
 
 

“My soul is still here Spike.  But like I told you before I love and accept all of you.  Even in my state of mind when you turned me I realized what it meant to become a vampire.  I have moved up the food chain.  A worm eats the dirt, a chicken eats the worm, a human eats the chicken, and we eat them, basic survival of the fittest.
 
 

            Spike embraced her tightly before leaving the room.  He returned with a human and through him to the floor.  Willow immediately recognized him.  It was Percy a guy who had joked on her all through high school and continued to do so in collage.  When his eyes met her face his expression turned from one of fear to one of anger.
 
 

“Rosenberg, what the hell is going on here?  What gonna have your little boy toy beat me up for hurting your poor little feelings?”  He sneered at her.
 
 

            Spike was ready to break his neck, but Willow signaled him from it.  She walked toward Percy with predatory grace.
 
 

“No actually Percy I’m going to torture to till you prey for death, then drain you dry.”  Willow said as she slipped into gameface.  She watched as Percy’s face drained of all color.
 
 

“Red wants to play.”
 
 

            Willow pounced on him like a predatory cat and straddled him as he hit the ground.  Percy’s head smack the floor hard as he went down.  Shook up by the sudden force he was not prepared when Willow dug her nails across chest causing shallow but painful claw masks.  Something in the corner of the room caught Willow’s attention.

            Shackles hung from the ceiling, while an assortment of toys lay near by.  Willow grabbed Percy by the neck and thrust him toward the corner.  After restraining him with his back facing her, she eyed the various toys.  A twinkle lit her eyes when they fell upon the bullwhip.
 
 

            Standing a few feet behind him she let the whip end drop to the floor and played with it for a bit till she got the hang of it.  As she cracked it against his back he screamed in pain, which was music to his ears.
 
 

            For about an hour Spike had watched in fascination as Willow tortured Percy with the grace and talent of a master.  Not five minuets had passed before she had broken him.  Spike was also in awe at how Willow had kept her hunger under control.  But he also knew as a newly born she had to eat.
 
 

“Luv, as mush as I love to watch you play with you food if you continue at this right he will bleed to death before you have the chance to drain him dry.”
 
 

            Spike laughed as Willow pouted before replacing it with a mischief’s grin.  Willow suddenly pulled Percy’s head back and sank her fangs as deep and painfully possible into his neck as she could.  She grinned wide as his screams began to die with his heart.  Dropping his head she looked disappointedly at Spike.
 
 

“Spike?”
 
 

“Huh.”
 
 

“I still want to play.”
 

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            Giles, Xander, Anya, Buffy, Riley, Angel, Cordelia, Wesley, Graham, Forrest and even Oz who had come back after he heard stood around the red mahogany casket topped with snow white roses morning Willow death, or appearing to morn her death for some people.  It had been four days since Willow’s house had burned down.  Since apparently the fire was so intense it incinerated everything all that was in her coffin was ashes that could be her remains, pictures of her and her friends and mementos of their friendship.

           Off in the distance Willow and Spike watched her funeral.  Spike could feel the rage radiate from her as she gazed at the mock tears falling from Riley’s face.  In a sense Spike pitied Riley for he knew that the boy would suffer a worse fact at the hands of Willow then he ever could at the hands of even Angelus.

           In the past couple of days Spike had seen Willow’s true potential as a demon that revealed that even her soul had a dark side that was probably why the demon and soul did not fight for dominance.  Both coexisted with the intelligence and cunning of a master.  His demon roared in triumph at his choice of mate.

“Spike, lets go I need to kill someone.”

“Who’ve you got in mind Luv?”

“Someone Riley cares about, who is just as evil, whom I also owe for all your pain and suffering by that damn chip.”

“Who?”

“Pr. Walsh.”  Spike saw the gleam in Willow’s eye.  ‘This was going to be fun.”

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          Professor Walsh walked quickly to her car, as she put the key in to unlock it she felt a pair of strong arms grab her by the back of the head and slam it into the car’s hood.  The last thing she remembered was a woman’s hysterical laughter.

           Waking up was very hard considering the splitting headache that rushed through Walsh’s head as she came to.  As she became aware of her surrounding she found that she was bound spread eagle to a bed naked.  She heard the door across the room open and two figures step inside the room but it was too dark for her to make out the face.

“Looks like our guest is awake, hello Pr. Walsh.”  Willow said as she stepped into the dim light of the room.

“Willow, Willow Rosenberg.”

“Ding, ding, ding what do we have for her Spiky.”

“An all expense paid trip to hell.”

“But your dead.”

“Come on Walsh, you know about what goes bump in the night.”

           Spike stepped into the light next to Willow.  Angrily Walsh looked at him.

“That animal destroyed you.”  She spat.

           Willow was on top of her holding her throat to the point of strangulation in a second.  Saw she drew her face close to Walsh’s and morphed into her demon vise.

“Spike saved my life.”

“By turning you into a demon and ruining any chance of the wonderful and normal life you could have had.”

“That was taken away long ago by that little bastered of yours.”

“Who?”  She looked at the vampire before her with true confusion.

“Riley Finn.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, I don’t know rape, beatings, murder.”

“You’re lying.”

           Willow backhanded her across the face.  Then she soothed the side of the older woman’s face before trailing a finger down to her pulse point.  Walsh feared that Willow would go further.  Willow read this in her face.

 “Oh, don’t worry Professor, in that aspect I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot poll, university policy and all, you know all them rules about student and teacher relationships.  Now on to business, do you believe in God.”

“Why would you care?” Walsh said coldly.

“I figured you might want to make peace with him before you died.”
 

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