“People once believed that when someone dies a crow carries that soul to the land of the dead.  But sometimes something so bad happens that terrible sadness is carried with it.  And a soul can’t rest.  And sometimes the crow will bring that soul back to put wrong things right.”

~The Crow

October 30, 2000:

           Willow walked down the street happily making her way to Spike’s apartment.  She had finally told the gang about their relationship.  Though they weren’t real happy about it they stood by her decision, letting her know they had her back if she changed her mind.  She was very surprised to say the least, but she figured that since he had in a way wormed his way into their hearts also, they knew it would come to this.
 
 

  Willow heard laughter from the bushes, weird manic like laughter, causing her to speed up, suddenly she was grabbed from behind and dragged into the bushes.  Her heart raced as she was thrown to the ground.  Rolling over she threw holy water in the first face she saw, momentarily shocked before the man grabbed the bottle from her hands.  After lazily inspecting the bottle he laughed, “Holy water, that doesn’t quite work on humans.”
 
 

           Willow gasped as he crawled on top of her, one of his buddies held her arms above her head as he began to rip apart her clothing.  He pulled his knife out putting it against her throat.

“Don’t speak.”

“Riley, don’t kill her till we all get a turn,” the dark one warned.

“I know that Forrest.”

“Graham hold her arms tight, she looks like a fighter.”  He said as he slammed himself into her, enjoying her cries of pain.

            He continued to pound into her, ripping her tight passage.  All three men took turns with her invading one passage then another till they all had invaded her body completely.  Afterward they beat her severely until she could no longer scream, beg, or cry any more.

Willow’s mind shut down long before then, even though she had seen everything that happened to her she could no longer feel.  She was still vaguely conscious when they were done, she felt Riley bend down and whisper in her ear.

“You where a nice fuck, but unfortunately we can’t have you telling on us. So you’re going to have to die.”

With that he brought the blade across her neck and Willow chocked to death on her own blood, in pain and alone.  Her last though was of Spike.  ‘Spike I love you, please forgive me for leaving you.’  With that Willow died.

***************

Spike paced his apartment all day, Willow was suppose to come and see him after she went to Giles to see the Gang, he knew that she had to do some research then she was going to tell them about their relationship.  He called her house and then Giles and when no one answered the phone at either place, he tried her dorm to find no one there as well.

***************

            Riley, Graham and Forrest made their way into Initiative Headquarters.  Maggie Walsh and Adam soon greeted them.  Their leaders were magnificent, dangerous, deadly, and evil but if you could stay in their good graces and you would go far in life.  Maggie looked at Riley, taking his chin in her hand.

“You have blood on your shirt.”

“She was a bleeder.”

“She suffered I take it.”  Walsh grinned sadistically.

“She suffered.”

“She should have been more careful covering up her pleasant little hacker trail.”

“She was broken quite easily.”

“Silly fragile human beings, soon they'll be beneath us as will demons and any other immortals.  We'll be the best of the best, immortal perfection, unstoppable..." She wavered her eyes lowering back to her clipboard as her forehead wrinkled slightly.

“Have you found something new Dr. Walsh?”  Asked Riley.

“Well combining a vampire with a Trakus demon allows vampire DNA to exist in sunlight, as and heal after being burned, however taking out the eyes of a Trakus is fatal, we plan to keep experimenting.”

“Yeah I bet.  Said Riley.  She looked back at him innocently.

"Don't try to pull one over on the soldiers Maggie, admit you only want to see how far you can push the hostiles before you break them." Dr. Angleman called out to the group overhearing the conversation as he waited for the elevator.

“What? I want to make sure the combinations are correct before we attempt to gain mortality." Dr. Walsh responded lightly to the other Doctor as he stepped into the elevator before the doors closed.

         Riley, Graham, and Forrest looked at her cynically.

“What?" Doctor Walsh questioned the soldiers in good humor, "A woman’s gotta' have her fun, and soldier has to have his rest, you boys should be off to bed. Dismissed.”

            Maggie Walsh watched her favorite children; as she called them, walk away, their posture relaxed they looked no different than any other college student on campus.  They were completely loyal and very malevolent. If everything went as planned they would serve her well over the centuries.  Her gaze moved directly to Riley, she remembered when she recruited him.  It hadn’t taken much more then the promise of getting him out of that small farm town. He had been naïve, easy to manipulate and mold into the soldier before her. Her soldier. Once they were immortal nothing could stop them.  Conquerors of Countries, Destroyers of Nations, blood would wash the ground at their feet and her children would be there to enforce her wrath.  At this Maggie smiled.

            The new aggression supplement she had given them was working nicely.  Willow was out of the way, ‘poor girl, bet she didn’t even know what she stumbled upon, but one could never be to sure.’  Walsh thought how she would have loved to be there to see how the aggression supplement was in action.  ‘That girl surely must have suffered.’  She grinned in malice.

***************

            Spike continued to pace angrily.  Had it not been for the fact that the sun had just risen, he would be out hunting someone down to find out what happened.

            Spike remembered when he and Willow got together.

Three months earlier:

            He had been working with the Slayer under his Sire’s orders for two months.  In that time he had grown fond of the shy redheaded hacker, she treated him like a person, she knew how to look past the demon and accept it at the same time.  He looked over at her sitting at her computer researching the latest prophecy trying to find out when, where and other nonsense about it.  Buffy was patrolling with Riley, while Xander and Anya went to get snacks for the research party.  Giles however went to pick up some books sent to him from Angel, so that only left Spike and the tiny redhead alone together.  He watched as she manipulated the computer to get the information she needed.

            He walked up behind her to get a closer look as her slender fingers moved gracefully across the keys.  Once she was aware of the vampire’s closeness her heart sped up, causing Spike to smirk at the acceleration. Snidely he brushed his lips against her cheek and over her ear, eliciting a nervous moan of pleasure from the small redhead that caused the vampire’s eyes to soften slightly.  She turned her head and captured his lips in a claiming kiss, shocking the vampire, until he saw signs of confused lust in her eyes.

 “S-spike?”

“Yes, Luv.”

“We uh really should not be doing this.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s not right.”

“But you want me, Luv.”

“No, I…”

“Don’t lie Luv, it’s unbecoming of you.”  He said as his hand made their way up her shirt covering her satin encased breast.

            A blush spread over Willow’s body. Willow threw her head back savoring the feel of Spike’s cool hands on her hot flesh.  ‘What the hell am I doing?  I can’t mess with Spike.  I mean yeah he’s tall, handsome, sexy, yummy, ooh and evil, vampire, demon, killer, oh but fingers, tongue, lips, big c…what? no stop, bad Willow, bad, bad Willow.’  He was the only one who bothered to truly listen to her and accept her at face value even if he did purposely get into arguing matches with her.

            They were about to go further when they heard the door rattle, pulling back they both pretended to be knee deep in the work they where suppose to be doing.  When Buffy and the gang entered they asked what Willow and Spike found.  Considering the amount of time they didn't spend working the pair admitted they hadn't discovered anything new.  Willow turned to the Buffy.

“So Buff, dust anything tonight?”

“Five vamps, no freaky demons.”

“And I bet Xander that nothing you bought has any health content what so ever.”

“Nope Wills, junk food, junk food and more junk food.”

            Willow she sighed out loud when suddenly Giles came into the door with a very old book in hand.

“Hey G-man get what ya need?”  Xander asked.

“Xander, how many times have I told you not to call me that.”  Giles said announce tinged his voice.

“I don’t know, a hundred and two or two hundred.”

“Well I’m not staying around to listen to you wankers babble all bloody night.”  Spike said making his way to the door.

            Willow watched Spike tossed a quick smirk in her direction before leaving  ‘Oh Goddess.’  Turning back to her computer she struggled to concentrate as much as possible, but found it useless as her thoughts unwillingly continued to fall back on Spike.  Finally after about an hour of achieving nothing she drew in a frustrated breath and pushed her chair back.

I'd add a little something here before the dialogue begins some sort of descriptive action...

Stacking the little bit of information she had managed to gather earlier in a neat pile, Willow collected her bag from the tabletop and threw it over her shoulder,

"Giles, I'm not feeling too well, a little woozy, I'm gonna' cut it short and head home to get some sleep."

“Will you be alright?”  He asked concern etching his face.

“Yeah.”

“Very well, see you tomorrow evening if of course you are feeling ok.”

“Kay, bye.”

“Wills, you want me and Riley to walk you home?”  Buffy asked.

“Or we can walk you home.”  Said Xander motioning to him and Anya.

“No, no that’s alright, I will get home safely enough, you all go on to the Bronze, like you planned.”

“Yeah well we were heading that way tonight.”  Buffy replied.

“It’s ok, go on ahead.”

“Ok Wills see ya tomorrow then?”  Buffy finished before turning another page in the book Giles had demanded she scour for information on the prophecy.

“Kay.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

            Willow walked home nervously pondering the night’s earlier events. ‘I can’t believe that happened.'  Preparing to insert the key in the door she was startled by a voice from behind.

“Ello Pet.”

“Spike.”  She said her voice shaky.

She turned to find Spike at the bottom of the steps, a smirk on his face and cigarette in hand.  He saw her tense up smelling her arousal and hearing her heartbeat increase.  ‘Cor, she’s beautiful with her blood red hair, porcelain skin, and jade eyes one could just lose themselves in.’ He watched her fidget with her keys while trying to avert her eyes away from him, the shy face she wore not able to cover up the passion he knew she had.

With an eyebrow raising Spike made his way up the steps towards slowly, almost swaggering.  He felt the tension rise as he closed the distance between them.

“So Pet, what were you planning on doing?”

“Uh, well ya see I was kind of well actually planning on going to bed.”

“Sounds good to me.”

            The suggestive tone his voice caused her to blush deeply.

“Oh Spike stop.”  Willow said irritated.

“Stop what Luv?”

“This stupid game. Pretending that you want me or something.”  She said angrily pushing him away to try to make her way inside the house.

            Willow was surprised to suddenly find herself pinned against the side of the door Spike pressed against her as his game face emerged before quickly melting away. He forced her lips into a claiming kiss, Moving his hands up her struggling body as his lips made way down her neck

"Come on Red, you know you want to dance, to have my hands all over you, I can smell it, can bleedin' well feel it." Spike moaned into her neck his hand playing with a few strands of her loose hair.

“Conceited bastard.” *Willow replied halfheartedly trying to force some distance between herself and the vampire.

            She looked at him angrily, face full of embarrassment before giving in and kissing him fiercely.  -Perhaps in order to get the invitation thing going you'd make all the above action take place outside-then follow up with some more dialogue like-

"Invite me in."  Spike pulled away from her his eyes bearing into her hungrily.

"I-I..." Willow stuttered in indecision until she felt the cool movement of the vampire's lips across her neck again,

"In Spike, Come in." She finished her breath unsteady and rough.

They made their way to the couch quickly divesting each other of their clothes before he laid her down and covered her body with his own.  Spike could see her panting as beads of sweat began to form in the valley of her breasts the sight was absolutely breathtaking.  He brushed his lips across hers savoring the taste of her skin as he made his way further and further down her body.

            Finally making his way to her hot folds he flicked his tongue across her clit, causing the small redhead to shutter and buck against him.  Putting his hands on her hips to still her as his tongue made its way deeper into her.  She moaned loud as she grasped the sides of the couch desperately.  Finally her body shook violently as she moved into her first orgasm.

Spike made his way back up her body quickly allowing her to taste herself on his lips as he kissed her pulling her legs apart and he thrust into her.  Willow cried out, raking her nails across his back, he growled his game face emerging as he closed his eyes struggling to restrain the demon as to not frighten the red head too much.

            Spike felt her bring her tongue across his ridges; his eyes flew open as she laid back into the couch pulling her hair back giving him access to her neck. His demon growled in triumph as he sank his fangs into her.  Her blood was exquisite and he felt the bite was pleasurable to Willow; it was in fact the final straw pushing them both into explosive orgasms.  Afterwards as they laid in each other’s arms; Spike had to reluctantly admit it was one of the finest moments of his unlife.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Suddenly Spike was brought out of his thoughts by a knock at the door, rushing over to it he threw the open, to his surprise the Slayer was on the other side.

“Bloody hell Slayer, what do you want?  Have you seen Willow?”

“Spike can I come in, I have something to tell you?”

“Sure Slayer, what need sex advice for you and the git?”  Spike asked trying to mask his concern for the witch, hoping the sentiment was unneeded.

            Buffy didn’t get angry or respond with one of her sarcastic retorts, something about the look in her eyes troubled him beginning to cause a stir of panic through out his body, then he saw it, she was on the verge of crying.

“Slayer.”  Spike said calm-dead warning in his voice.

"Spike, Will-Willow was found this morning-she, she's dead.  She was beaten...she's dead..."

“Dead?”   Spike questioned her his hand reaching for the doorframe to steady himself.

Buffy shook her head slowly looking away as Spike stumbled to his knees tears falling and clutching his dead but breaking heart.

***************

October 30, 2001:

            Angel looked at his wayward Childe; Spike lived with him now in LA.  Angel figured it was because Willow's grave was there it made him feel closer to her.  He knew tonight would be hard for Spike; it was to be the one year anniversary of Willow's death.  He remembered the day Buffy called and told him to pick up Spike, that he needed him.  However she had given him no further information before she hung up the phone.  Angel thought that Spike was somehow trying to get out of helping the Slayer, but when he walked into Spike's apartment, he could not believe his eyes.

             The place was trashed, nothing left untouched, he made his way through the mess and found Spike unconscious in the bed, apparently he had starved himself to unconsciousness and was working toward death.  Pushing his feelings of dislike toward his Childe aside Angel fed his Childe his own blood, knowing that something was terribly wrong.  Spike woke to days after being brought to LA, and had raged at Angel for saving his unlife.

             Once Spike calmed down, Angel was finally able to find out what had happened.  He looked at Spike in shock, he loved her truly loved her.  Angel was at Spike's side as he mourned Willow's death, while himself, Cordelia, and Wesley also mourned her death, no one took it harder then Spike.  Angel came to find out that Willow parents had burial plots for their family, in a nearby cemetery from Willow’s grandfather since the Rosenberg business had originally begun in LA.   He knew the closer it actually got to the anniversary of her death, his Childe would get worse.

            Spike sat slouching in the chair displaying the pretense of being void of any emotion.  He knew that Angel was watching him and that Angel was worried about him, since he had came to LA, he and Angel had become close again.  He thought back to the time they began to grow close again.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

            Angel stood in the doorway as Spike wept.  Finally noticing his Sire there he steeled his emotions and spun toward him angrily.

“What in Bloody hell do you want?”

“To help.”

“I’ve had enough of your help thank you every much.  You should have left me in Sunnyhell.”

“You’d be dead.”

“My point exactly.”

“Do you think that’s what Willow would have wanted?”

“Don’t to talk to be about what Willow would have wanted you, you Wanker.”  Spike said as he charged Angel.

            Angel blocked her move with fair effort.  Suddenly he found his Childe pounding his fist against Angel’s chest more in anguish then in fury.  For the first time in over a century Spike allowed his Sire to get close.  Angel's shoulder was there to cry on when the pain was extreme.  He knew that he sounded soft, but he didn't care, neither did the demon, it loves Willow too.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
 

            Angel’s voice brought Spike out of his thoughts.  He looked at his Sire standing in the kitchen doorway slightly startled to find that he had left without Spike’s knowledge, there was a softened expression on Angel’s face.

"Spike, come in here and eat."

"Oh Peaches come on, I'm not bloody well hungry."

"Spike."

"Fine."

Spike made his way into the kitchen to do as his Sire said, knowing that Willow would have wanted him to eat.  When Angel handed him the mug, he just stared at it.  He remembered it well Willow had given it to him as a birthday gift.  He remembered fondly of the day, she had found out his birthday and surprised him with a small two people party, and this was one of the gifts she had given him.  Willow had been incredibly nerves, not knowing at all what to get a vampire.  She had fidgeted the entire time Spike had opened it.  Not that he made it easy on her, purposely taking his time to open the wrapping slowly.  She looked at his face immediately after he had seen what it was trying to see what he thought.  He gave her a blank expression before finally smirking and thanking the small redhead for the gift.

A bloody tear fell from his face.  'I love you Red.' He thought as he downed the continents of the sacred mug.
 
 

***************

Later That Night:

             The rain was thick as the storm continued roaring on, lightening flashing, thunder crashing, and winds blowing through the trees fiercely.  The city of LA was still very alive with the dark evils of the night. In a cemetery not far from the Hyperion Hotel, a large black bird perched itself on the headstone of Willow Rosenberg.  It crowed loudly as the earth beneath began to move.  A pale dirty hand broke threw the mud.  Not long after strands of wild muddy red hair began to come forth.  Slowly the body clawed out of it's grave.

 "Spike."  A week voice struggled to be heard through the thunder and rain.

             Willow sat with her head cocked to the side staring at the name on the grave, her name.  Suddenly she fell curling into fetal position on the ground in agony as the memories came back to her.  Images flooded her mind, Xander, Buffy, Giles, Oz, Anya, Spike, Riley, rape, pain, anger, and rage.  The images kept on, both powerful and painful reliving her lifetime in a matter of minuets.  Tears streamed down Willows face as she struggled to sit back up only to be distracted from her mourning by the piercing stare of a black bird.

 “Hello Willow.”

 “Who are you?”

 “Your companion for this journey.”

 “Journey what journey?”

 “A journey to purge your heart of it sadness.”

 “What is my journey, why am I back?”

 “You are called a crow, brought back because you where terribly wronged, so much so that you soul could not rest, so I brought you back.”

 “Why?”

 “Revenge my dear, revenge.  To make those pay who have done you wrong.”

A sinister grin formed across Willows face as thoughts of vengeance danced in her head her head.

 "First clean, clothes, Spike, then revenge," she laughed manically

***************

            Willow washed herself under a storm drain in a nearby alley.  Satisfied that she was clean she moved toward a near by store.  Willow broke into the small store easily evading the alarm system.  She saw the crow perch on a near by shelf watching her curiously.  She moved from rack to rack until she found a few items that would have made her raise an eyebrow the year before.  Slipping on a pair of black leather pants and a tight tank top, Willow gave herself a once over in the mirror before reaching for the floor length duster she'd snatched from the rack outside of the dressing room.  Willow turned the coat over in her hands examining the leather and the strategically cut slits along the sides of the garment.

 "This will do." She smirked before pulling on the pair of Doc Marten boots she'd grabbed as she passed a show display.

Upon leaving certain jewelry display caught her eye.  Removing it from the case and placing it on her hand it was truly exquisite.  It was a silver metal glove with claw like razor sharp tips very beautiful and deadly.             Her friend perched on her shoulder as she made her way out of the store.  Something told her Spike was in LA, she wasn't sure what it was, but somehow she just knew it.  Her hips swayed as she moved with predatory grace down the street following the unexplainable pull that would eventually lead her back to Spike.

Cutting through an alley Willow came upon a street gang.  As she passed by they hissed at her and made raunchy catcalls.  They started moving toward her malevolent grins, their intentions were clear.  They began to circle her.

 "Hey Babe, we’re gonna make your night."  Said the leader as he leered at her.  Willow rolled her eyes.

 "Not fucking likely."

             His friends snickered at the obvious turn down which only made him angry, as he walked up and grabbed her.  The bird flew off her shoulder as Willow watched him step forward.  She changed her attitude and position to that of fear and submission.  Backing away she felt one of the guys grab her from behind holding her in place while groping at her breast.  As the leader and the others closed in Willow head butted the guy holding her, smiling when she heard his nose break.

            The others were momentarily shocked as they watched their friend bring his hands to his bleeding nose.  This fueled their anger as they attacked Willow.  Two on her left came at her; she jumped in the air delivering a spin kick to their heads.

            The leader moved up pulling a knife from he pocket she saw the gleam as light from the moon bounced off it.  He cut her cheek forcing her to move her face away in defense as images suddenly flashed in her mind.  Riley, laughter, rough hand, fabric ripping, knife, cuts, stabbing, pain, death.  Easily recovering Willow turned back around the men gasped as the leader turned paste white.  She looked back at them her face white as snow; black rimmed her eyes with a line going down each.  Her lips where coated in black as well.  She grinned evilly at the group as they saw her true face.  She laughed coldly before she spoke.

 "Now I'm pissed."

             The men didn't have a chance as they tried to scramble in retreat from the red head.  Willow easily cornered the group breaking the necks of two of the men and slitting a thirds with the clawed glove. Slowly Willow turned to face the leader pushing aside the body of one of the slain men with her booted toe. The man tried to run only to be frozen in fear and unable to so much as stumble.  Smiling wickedly at him, she said,

"Willow wants to play."

***************

             Spike's eyes blazed yellow anxiously as he looked at his Sire and his friends.  He moved across the floor pacing for a moment before turning back to them in full game face.

"I want to ‘effin go out."

"Spike I don't think that, that is such a good idea in the state of mind you're in right now." Said Angel.

            He saw Cordelia look at him wearily.  As Wesley removed his glassed and rubbed the bridge of his knows in a very Giles like manner.  Gunn looked at the Angel and seen the distress in his face.

“Spike, man maybe Angel’s right.”

"I don't give a damn what the lot of you think, you Wanker."  He growled at Gunn.

"Spike, we know that you love and miss her, but getting tanked and possibly killed isn't going to help."  Angel replied.  I don’t think that Willow would want that.”

"How in bloody hell would you know?"

"Because I know Willow."

"I wouldn’t bet on that," came a familiar voice from the front door.

            All eyes turned and gawked at the person standing in the doorway.  Spike was the first to speak, his voice barely above a whisper afraid that speaking too loudly would cause the girl, who he was convinced was only a vision, to disappear.

"Willow"

***************

Willow stood in the doorway looking onto all the shocked faces with a grin on her own.Striding carelessly in she walked over to Spike.
     He stared at her before she touched his face gently letting him know she was real.After his mind grasped that he embraced her tightly,
covering her face with butterfly kisses, filled with all his need and love for the little redhead.

        Finally they other’s came to her embracing her in hugs as well.Brining her into the library they all sat down.

   “Willow, how are you here?We seen the grave, Spike he seen your body at the funeral and you were completely dead.”

   “A little bird heard my dying wish.”

   “Luv, why didn’t you come back to me till today?”Spike said with all the hurt from his continues grieving in his voice.

   “I would have come to you sooner but I could not.”

   “Why?”

   “I did not wake till today.”

   “What?” Angel asked in confusion.

   “I only woke up and crawled out of my grave today.”

   “Well I never heard of such a thing happening,” said Wesley suspiciously.

   “Actually you have, in your book ‘Mystasrte De Factorus’ under Crastana.”

        Wesley got up and retrieved the book, flipping through it as he made his way back to the group.Finally finding the section he read it
aloud after simple translation.

   “People once believed that when someone dies a crow carries that soul to the land of the dead.But sometimes something so bad happens
that terrible sadness is carried with it and a soul can’t rest.And sometimes the crow will bring that soul back to put wrong things
right.Upon the anniversary of the pained souls death they shall return to seek vengeance on those which have wronged them.”

        Wesley looked at Willow, she still seemed to have the sweet innocent face he had remembered, but her eyes, they were different.No
longer filled with bright cheerfulness, but cool collection, rage and pain.A tear fell from his face as he thought of what she had gone through
in order to be brought back from the dead for the soul purpose of vengeance.

        Willow’s eyes meet the watcher’s she looked at him quizzically.What was running through his mind?She watched as uneasiness
swept over the watcher’s body.

   “What is it Wesley that you are so desperate to ask me?”

        He hesitated slightly making his way toward her and out of close reach at the same time before deciding to ask.

   “Will these men who hurt you be…killed?”

   “You think they shouldn’t?”

   “Well their human?”

   “So was I before they left my raped, battered, broken body in the bushes to slowly chock on my own blood, in pain and alone apparently for
nothing more then their own sick pleasure.”She said coldly.

        The gang gasped Spike had never went any further to say then she was raped and murdered, but to hear even a minuet amount of
information in detail, was horrifying.Angel was the first to come out of the shock and speak.

   “Willow why don’t you stay and rest for a bit and get prepared for you trip back to Sunnydale?”He said as he knelt before her and placed a
hand on her shoulder, eliciting a growl from Spike.

   Willow looked at Spike, for a moment and thought about Angel’s offer, it would be much better if the attack was more planned out and she
wanted to spend some time with Spike considering that they had not been together in over a year.

   “I will stay, so I can plan things out better and get a few things Spike will take me upstairs now so we can…talk.”She said her ending
words suggestive and seductive.

        Spike stood up turning to her while putting his hand out to her.She grabbed it allowing him to pull her up.They made their way
to the stairs, Spike briefly looked at his Sire before taking Willow upstairs.

   ***************

        Spike led Willow to his room closing the door they immediately found themselves in each other’s arms.Lips greedily found lips as hands
removed clothes from bodies.Their need for each other taking them over Spike put Willow on the bed covering her body with his own.
 

   Spike rubbed his face in Willow’s damp hair; he smelled water, earth and the sweet smell that was Willow.His lips moved to hers devouring
her mouth his tongue battled hers for dominance.He smiled as he heard Willow moan against his mouth.He began to trail kisses down her
neck and to her breast as he felt her hands moving up his arm to his shoulders.Willow moaned loudly as his mouth took in one of her perk
nipples.He heard her suddenly whisper something.

   “What was that Luv?”

   “You…I want you inside of me now.”

        Spike needed no more encouragement.He parted her legs further with expert ease, placing his fully erect member at her wet
entrance, teasing her only shortly before thrusting into her deeply.Willow raked her nails down Spike’s back in ecstasy as he continued to
move inside her deeper and deeper.Their orgasms grew together as their moves became more animalistic.Willow saw Spike’s demon vise
emerge as he buried his face into her neck.Willow felt his fangs pierce her flesh, soon after she cried out as he grunted both coming to orgasm
together.

   ****************

        Angel, Cordelia, Wesley, and Gunn sat in the library; they had been talking about Willow and the events surrounding her death and
resurrection.Wesley was still torn between his feelings for the girl and his feeling of what she apparently had become.

   “What should we do Angel?”Wesley said.

   “I guess just be there for her that’s all we really can do.”

   “She plans on killing humans.”Wesley said his voice high.

        Wesley turned to find Cordelia staring with a very angry look on her face.Her body was tense, the rage rolling off of her.Her fist
were clenched so hard they were red he thought that she might explode.

   “Cordelia what’s wrong?”Wesley asked.

   “Wrong, what’s wrong?You’re sitting her defending the bad guys.”

   “I’m not defending them.”

   “This argument would not be happening if they were demons.”

   “Because they would be demons Cordelia.”Wesley said matter-of- factly.

   “That makes those basters any better, I mean come on Wesley at least demons have an excuse, they don’t have souls.I don’t care what
you say I’m helping Willow what ever way I can.You can sit here arguing in their defense till the cows come home I however am going to help
the good guy or girl as it were.”Willow said angrily before making her way up the stairs

   “That girl is so confused.”Wesley said shaking his head.

   “No she’s not.”Angel said watching Wesley turn to look at him.

   “Whoever killed Willow is going to die.”
 

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Part: Four
 

            Willow and Cordelia walked into the hotel to find a very stressed Spike, and Angel amongst them were Gunn and Wesley just looking curiously at the vampires.  Willow had to smirk as Spike and Angel jumped up.

“Where the hell have you two been?”  They asked in unison causing both girls to laugh.

“I don’t find this at all amusing, Luv.”  Spike said.

“Sorry, sorry, ok.  We went to the mall and some other shops I had to pick up a couple of things.  We figured we’d be back before you boys were up.”  Willow said with a pout.

“Well don’t do that again Luv, I was worried.”

“Sorry Spiky.  By the way we got to talk.”

            Both made their way into the library and sat together.  Angel, Cordelia, Gunn and Wesley made their way in sitting in the empty chairs waiting to hear what she had to say.  Willow looked at Spike intently before gazing at the other’s in the room.

“I have some more shopping and some things to do tonight but tomorrow we will be moving out, we’ll be in Sunny hell before sunrise.”  She said fatter-of-factly.

“I’m coming with you.”  Said Angel.

“Me too.”  Came Cordelia.

“Count me in, never been to Sunnyhell.”  Said Gunn.

            Everyone turned to look at Wesley who in turn looked slightly nervous for a moment.  Quickly he recovered, sighing loudly before replying.

“I guess I will be accompanying you as well.”  He said.  Everyone kind of looked at him skeptically.  Even though his watcher training told him what they where doing was wrong, his heart said otherwise.

“Bloody hell lets get the bastereds.”  He said as his eyes meet Willow’s, she seen the truth in them and smiled.

“Alright lets talk business.  Tonight I am going to withdraw some money from a secret bank account I kept from everyone even my parents.  I made it under a different identity, it can’t be traced back to me.”  Before she continued Spike interrupted.

“Why Luv?”  He asked with curiosity.  She noticed everyone waiting for her answer.

“Well, when we started to see each other I was afraid that Buffy and the gang would interfere, maybe even Angel.  So I took all my money out of my other bank accounts and deposited them in the new one.  Then any new money my parents sent I put in both the account and some investments in IBM and Microsoft.  I checked those out today and let me tell you DAMN.  Spike baby we are set, for a while at least.”  She said.

“Well Luv, you can add my money in there to, Angelus encouraged us to invest our money.  I never really needed much so basically I annually gain more interest then the money I actually spend.”

“Excellent, lover.”

            She turned to look at the group going over her plot in her head before finally speaking to them.

“Ok, your all in, right?”

“Yes.” They all said.

“Well, here’s the tentative plan so far.  We go to Sunnydale under the guise of one of Cordelia’s visions in Sunnydale.  We stopped by a demon club today and heard about a group of vampires heading that way to claim Sunnydale, so that’s her vision.  They will be easy to defeat, a minion and some fledglings.  I’m doing a powerful glamour and using my new name.  I’m coming along as one of your new friends who helps with the fighting, this should make the gang trust me easier.  Once were there we are going to gather as much info on the people who attacked me.”  She said stopping to look at them, she knew what was about to come and from who.

“Who, Luv?”  Came Spike’s voice.

“Riley, Graham, and Forrest.”

“WHAT?”  Spike said jumping up causing Willow to fall off his lap into the seat.

“It was Farmhand and his commando lackeys?”  He screamed.  She saw his fists clench as his game face emerged.  “I’ll kill them, I’ll kill them all.”

“No you won’t.”  Willow said as she jumped up looking at him anger rolling off of her.  “You may help, but their mine, that why I’m back, and their not dying before I’m ready for them to.”

            Everyone looked on at the couple Angel could feel the rage roll off of Willow it was almost overwhelming.  Suddenly Willow’s nails started to go black as her face turned powder white.  Everyone watched in shock as black lines ran down from her forehead over her eyes down to her cheeks.  Her lips went black with line forming slightly past the corners of her mouth.  Finally her jade green eyes went jet black.

“Luv, calm done.”  Spike said.  Willow realized what was happening and did calm down, her face easily turn back to normal.

“Sorry about that,”

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            Willow and Cordelia drove off the lot in a midnight blue Dodge Stealth convertible with black leather interior.  Willow had the car decked out in the best stereo system, rims, and computer system.  Afterwards they made their way to the mall for wardrobe shopping much to Cordelia’s delight.

            Making their way back to the Hyperion Hotel back seat and trunk filled with things from the mall.  All the reservations in Sunnydale had been made all they had left to do was pack.

            Make their way into the door hand fool of bags Willow dropped them onto the floor.  When she looked around and seen no one in sight she grinned evilly.

“Boys get your asses down here and help us or else.”

            Suddenly they found two men rushing out the front door to go grab bags while Angel and Spike got the bags Willow and Cordelia had brought in.

“Got to love that.”  Said Cordelia.  Willow just smirked.

After the guys had brought everything in they went to the kitchen where they found Willow and Cordelia.  Both girls noticed that Spike had a wrapped box in his hands, which he placed before Willow.  She looked up at him.

“Open it Luv.”  He said simply.  He watched intently as she did.

            Willow looked in and gasped.  She pulled out the top of the line Sony Vio, leather bag and various important programs.  She got up and hugged him tightly.

“Thank you so much Spike, it’s wonderful.”

“You’re welcome Luv.”

“Well everybody get your stuff together, we head out tomorrow night.”

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Part: Five

            Willow looked at herself in the mirror.  She still had her almond jade green eyes, however her nose was different and her lips were fuller.  Her hair was long, jet black with blood red streaks through it.  She still had an hourglass shape but her breasts were slightly larger and her body was firmer and more muscular.  The glamour was perfect; she did not look at all like herself.  She had brought the stuff to do the spell.  After they got the Mansion and Angel thanked her for having it cleaned and redone similar to how he had it before, she went upstairs to do the spell.  After finally emerging from the room she heard their voices downstairs.

            Everyone waited for Willow to come downstairs.  They had heard her chanting earlier.  As everyone heard footsteps they looked at the doorway.  Willow heard them gasp as she entered.

            Spike looked at her.  She looked totally different with the exception of her green eyes.  She had her hair up in a ponytail with strands framing her face.  She wore a pair of black leather hip-huggers with a blood red stretched velvet tank top and a thigh length black leather coat.  Though she was still very beautiful, to him it did not compare with her natural image.

“Damn Willow that is one hell of a glamour.”  Cordelia said breaking Spike from his thoughts.

“Thanks Cordy, looks like we’re ready, let’s go.”

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            The Sunnydale gang with included Giles, Xander, Anya, Graham, Forest,  Buffy, and Riley sat around Giles coffee table.  Suddenly a knock came to the door interrupting them.  Giles got up to answer it.  The scoobies only heard him mumble before he returned the LA Gang following him.

“Angel” Buffy said in shock as she watched the other’s follow behind him.

“Hey Deadboy and Deadboy Jr. what brings you to our little piece of hell?”  Xander asked in good nature.

“Cordy had a vision.”

“What about?”  Asked Giles.

“Vampire’s are coming here to claim the town.”  He said.

“Well between the gang and my group I’m sure we can handle it.”  Riley growled.

            Suddenly a girl they didn’t recognize came forward looking at him.

“Well if the PTB’s didn’t want us here they would not have sent us.”

            The scoobies looked at the girl.

“Who’s she?”  Anya asked.

“Meet Alexia Jade, she works for me.”  Angel said.

“Like hell I do, I work with him.”  She said to the group smirking at Angel.

            She sat down next to Graham on one of the couches.  She watched as the rest of the LA Gang sat around the living room.  She looked at Spike silently conveying the reminder of controlling his anger.  He nodded slightly.  She turned back to Graham.

“Hey cutie.”  She said.

            Everyone heard Cordelia, from her spot beside Angel, groan causing them to all look toward her with curiosity

“Girl can’t you keep your hormones in check for one minuet.”

“If their fine, no.”  Alexia replied grinning.  She say Graham slightly blush.

“If that’s true Luv, what about me?”  Spike said wiggling his eyebrows.

“Your just too damn conceded.”  She said.

“Am not.”  He cried.

“This coming from the man who stands in front of his mirror talking about you sexy mother-fucker you don’t ever die.”  The LA Gang laughed until they heard Giles clear his throat.

“Um, can we get to the matter at hand?”

“Certainly.”  Alexia (Willow) said.

“What exactly did you see in your vision Cordelia?”  Giles asked the ex-May queen.

“Well vampires going past the Sunnyhell sigh, one of then attacking some Initiative guys.  One sitting at the head of the groups as the Master.”  She summed up the fake vision.

“Well I guess, tomorrow night on patrol, you and Riley set out to look for info around town, you’ve done enough tonight have fun.”  Giles said.  The scoobies cheered.

“Hey let’s go Bronzen, you guys want to bronze?”  Buffy asked.  Graham turned to Alexia.

“Would you like to come with me to the Bronze?”  He asked.

“Sure.”  Willow said smiling widely.

            As everyone made their way out she looked at Spike and smiled, she turned back to Graham as they stepped outside, she made her way to her car.

“This is yours?”  He asked

“Yep, ready to roll.”

“Hell yeah.”

            As they made their way toward the Bronze Willow grinned evilly as she thought.

‘Everything is going as planned.’
 

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