Never Still, Hellmouth -Style : Flame to Fire

E-Mail: Ldydarkstr@hotmail.com...please oh please..I’ve worked sooo hard!

Rating: R to NC-17..its really not up to me...

Classification: Willow/Spike...

Disclaimer: I do not own the loverly vampires that most of the girls of the world would like to ravish...Joss Whedon does, though he couldn’t possibly enjoy them as much as we do, so maybe he’ll just give up to the envitable? As usual, I’m just playing with story plots and characters. No infringment intended. I do not own any songs used in my fic.

Summary: Willow comes home.

Authors Note: This is the third of the Never Still, Hellmouth-Style Series , you must read the other two to definetly know what is going on. This is my world ladies and gentlemen, enjoy the madness. I believe this is the final one, if you want more, please let me know.

Dedication: To the everlasting muse, and to all those that wish, we could be what we write. ~Finis~

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~Part: 1~

She wears a coat of color

loved by some, feared by others,

she‘s immortalized in young men‘s eyes,

lust she breeds in the eyes of brothers,

violent sons make bitter mothers,

so close your eyes, heres your surprise

beautiful is empty

beautiful is free

beautiful loves noone~

The lyrics broke the silence surrounding the highway, filled with nothing but the bleak woosh as cars sped past. The woman in the car reached down, and made the sound rise above the asphalt, a testament to her mood. She pressed her foot firmly on the pedal pushing the black shelby cobra convertable even faster down the pavement. She wanted to be back, and sooner the better. It had been sometime since she had ventured back into Sunnydale since turning her back on it.

Willow sighed, and pushed the gas more. She was twenty five now. Mature,and ready. She had redeemed her vow to the Godess, yet had not returned to Sunnydale for two more years. She had spent time everywhere, had been called as a chosen one finally when she had journeyed to London. Faith had met a nasty end in LA, where she had taken Angel’s place. For Willow, slaying had become a passion outlet for her, almost a art. She had put her soul into it, just as she did with anything she worked at. She left no regrets in Sunnydale, only the memory that things could have been better, but weren‘t. It was the hellmouth, you learned to accept such un-alieable realities. Demons come, you kill them, demons love, you live, or you run.

Willow ran her fingers through her hair. She had kept it semi-long, to her shoulders, in cropped layers, and it had become the admiration of more than one of her Watchers. Willow rolled her eyes. One thing that she could be thankful for was that she embraced her dark side, letting it aid, rather than scare her. A light blinked on. She needed gas. Pulling over, she tossed a smile to the pump man.

“Fill her, please.“ She said, walking away.

Stopping on her way to the booth, she stopped, staring into the shadows of the woods. Cocking a half smile, she continued on her way.

The vampire catalogued everything he saw, as he had been trained. The red head was quite different from the way his Master had orginally described,and the way he remembered. Her hair was longer, she wore dark colors, black leather pants, a green leather corset top, with a black vine tatoo encircling her muscular bicep. She walked with the power of a woman who knew what she was capable of. He edged closer, loosing sight of her, only to be grabbed from behind.

“Hello. Looking for me?” came a chuckle.

The vampire froze..... the Slayer.

Willow held the stake up to his back. “Talk fast vamp, or you’ll just help the trees grow.” She growled.

*Damn it, the stupid oneliners that Buffy uses never work for me!*

“I..I.. was sent by my Master...to look for you...Mistress...”

Willow dropped the vamp, pinning him on the ground with her knee. She glared. “Only one Master calls me by that name. Has Angelus returned?” She murmured, stake raised high.

The vampire shook his head rapidly. “No Mistress. Angelus was my sire, I was in his household during your reign.“

Willow nodded. She had long grown used to any of Angelus‘s children remembering her as their ‘mistress‘ and her ‘reign‘. “So who sends you now?“ She questioned.

“The new Master.“ He whispered.

“My patience thins childe. Do you remember my temper?“

The minion nodded, growing paler. “Yes Mistress. But, you should know, Sunnydale has changed. Master Angel...and the Slayer, are unified. They keep Sunnydale under wraps. And what doesn‘t occur...is taken care by my Master.“

“How is everything run? To the olde standards, or vampiric...what of the Watcher?“ Willow insistently shook him.

“My Master runs everything according to vampire rules. Master Angel and the Slayer...they keep the peace, the balance.“

Willow‘s eyes grew wide. “Delicate balance between light and dark....naught will end but will never be complete...till it all becomes undone..restored with light, with power of night..“ She whispered.

The vampire‘s eyes widened. “A prophecy Mistress?“he whispered.

“A dream...I have been having for years.....“ Willow shook her head.“Spike is your Master.“ She said with conviction, getting off him.

“Yes Mistress.“ The vampire stood up and bowed.

“Has he taken a lover?“ She asked, looking out at the gas station.

“No Mistress. Master Spike, has not touched a woman since you departed. Not even to feed.“

Willow looked back, shocked. “Not even to...“ She breathed.

The minion shook his head. “He is concerned. Hardly sleeps. He....is different.“

Willow considered these words, walking twords her car.

“What should I do, Mistress?“

“Go home.“ Willow called over her shoulder. She got into the car, payed the man a fifty and drove off.

~~~*~~~

It had been six months that she had been in London, and she knew that everywhere she went, that they followed her. How stupid did they think a witch/ slayer, who had lived on a hellmouth,was ? Course, they were probably the only ones dumb enough to track someone down that had such close contact with the watcher‘s council. Finally she had enough one night. Slipping down an ally, she quickly ambushed two of them, staking them quickly. The third she knocked around awhile till he was tired and bloody.

“Spike sent you?“ She asked, smiling.

“Yes.“ He grunted.

“Why?“

“To keep an eye on you.“

Willow nodded. “You go back to Spike, and tell him to sod off. If I want to be helped, if I want to be tailed I‘ll call him, I‘m a grown up girl....“

She punched him unconcious for good measure and went about her patrol....she had never laughed so much when she found out from Buffy how flustered he had been when the minion came back and told him to sod off. Willow and Buffy‘s friendship spanned continents, and became even closer, when both girls had to battle baddies. Common things, were good.

~Part: 2~

“She has returned Master.“

A slight movement in the shadows was his reply. Finally he spoke. “She has?“

“She has. She is heading tword the town.“

Spike blew a cloud of smoke into the air. He smiled softly. His Red, his heart. His Willow. “Has she changed much?“ He asked softly, moving to the open window looking out at the darkness.

“She has Master.She..“

Spike held up his hand, silencing him. “I want to be surprised. Is she much different though?“

“She is a Slayer.“ The minion murmured.

Spike nodded. “So much I already know.“

The minion nodded.

“Leave.“ Spike ordered.

He reached over to the table and picked up the phone there. Dialing quickly he rolled his eyes at the person on the other end.

“She‘s on her way home.“ He murmured softly.

He held the ear piece away from himself as a shriek tore through the phone.

“Cor, you don‘t need to blow my bloody ear off.“

Buffy rolled her eyes, and squeezed Angel‘s arm harder.

“But shes coming! She‘s COMING!“

“So‘s much I‘ve already said. Going senile in your age, Slayer?“ Spike chided.

Angel stifled a chuckle.

“No..I‘m not even going to respond to that, but how do you know?“

“A friend was tracking her. She found him, and told him to go home. He comes home, and tells me that the witch...is on her way.“ Spike couldn‘t resist the grin that was teasing his face.

“When will she get here?“ Buffy said, already thinking of all that she had to do to get ready.

“Morning time. She‘ll probably hole up for the day.“ Spike mused.

“Why, I mean, shes a mortal....“

“She‘s a Brit trained slayer Buffy.“ Angel interupted.

“Listen to the great Poof. They‘re hard on their girls. She‘s probably a night prowler.“ Spike agreed.

“Well, then she should come Bronzing right?“ Buffy asked, jumping up.

“Most likely.“

“Good. Meet at the Bronze at sundown, we‘ll gather the gang.“ Buffy ordered.

Spike rolled his eyes again. “Sure, bloody scare the girl as soon as she walks through the fuckin door with a giant group hug.”

“Ooookkk.....someone want some alone time?“ Buffy teased.

Spike growled softly. The thought had crossed his mind, several times. “At my apartment, sundown.” He murmured.

“Agreed.“

Click

 He hung up the phone with a satisfied smile. Crossing to his bed, he removed his clothes and slid into the sheets. Above his bed was the painting of her. Her face, smiling, but with the imp hinting at all the things yet unfufilled. Her hair was floating behind her, as if she had just turned from the light behind her to face her shadow.

Spike smiled again. He had painted her soon after she had left. Dru had not been too pleased. He softly growled, thinking of the time she tried to deystroy the painting. Her attempt had silenced any feeling he had for her. Soon she left again, mesmerized by her SlimeMan...and faded as silent as she was in the shadows. Spike never missed her. Kissing his fingers, he touched the painting.

“Soon Willow.“ He whispered, rolling over to sleep.

~~~*~~~

        Willow entered Sunnydale, surveying the wharehouse with studio apartment skeptically. It held no thresholds. Except at the entrance to the studio. She walked around, smiling. Perfect area to continue her training. Even a cage for any ‘guests‘ she should want to keep. The apartment itself had been furnished as she had instructed. A large kingsized bed, with down comforters and featherbeds, all of the softest cotton. Silks and velvets had its allure, but nothing felt as good as sinking into cotton after coming home from a long night of fighting vampires. Plus, velvet was a bitch to get blood out of. The bedroom had no partians between it and the living room, which held a long couch and two chairs, plus a coffee table. The kitchen was well stocked and cleaned.

Willow set her bag down in front of the wardrobe, and stripped down to the essentials. She was eghausted, but glad to be home. Tommorrow night, she‘d go out. Maybe head to the Bronze, or maybe actually fufill her duty as the Chosen One and slay some vampires. Willow headed for her bed, sinking into the softness. She‘d think about it tommorrow.

~~~*~~~

       Buffy tapped her newly manicured nails on Angel‘s arm as the group sat in the Bronze anxiously watching the door.

“Where is she?“ She whined.

Giles cleared his throat, and sipped his drink, attempting to look comfortable. “A suggestion, perhaps, erhm, Buffy, she is a Slayer, trained directly by the Council, and Willow, was dillegent in any activity...perhaps she is...“

“Training.“ Spike walked up, a smirk planted on his face. His trip to the bar had been univentful, the bartender hadn‘t seen a redhead all night.

Buffy knit her brows together, confused. “Why?“

Xander couldn‘t resist a chuckle.

Spike puffed tolerably on his ciggarette. “Put it to you this way Slayer. You have been trained to fight with no emotions, you don‘t care for anything but the dust beneath your shoes, you are a Slayer, you are a Witch, you are centered, diligent, pure feminine power. Imagine for a moment that you are absolute perfection. Imagine that you are Willow.“

Buffy nodded, biting her lip. “I guess I didn‘t think.“ She murmured.

“Thats a surprise.“ Anya muttered.

Xander shot his wife a look.

Spike chuckled.

“So where do we go find her?“ Buffy asked, standing up.

“Maybe we should wait until she comes to us?“ Angel mentioned.

Buffy faced Angel. “I‘ve waited too many goddamn years for her to come to us. Jesus Christ its been four years and her vow was up to the Goddess two years ago! If we don‘t deserve to see her, HE does!!“

Spike stared at the french manicured tip thrust into his face. “For once I have to agree with the Slayer, Peaches. It has been too long.“

Angel silently nodded.

Xander stood up. “So where do we find her?“

“Spike and Angel should be able to track her, I mean, god, they know her scent and her taste.“

Anya waved her hand. She realized that she was being glared at. “What?“ She shrilled.

“Sometimes I miss Cordelia.“ Buffy said.

“Xander, Anya, and I will go to Willows old haunts. Angel, Spike, Buffy, erhm, check out the...darker...aspects that could appeal to Willow.“ Giles ordered.

They nodded, and set off.

~~~*~~~

         Willow centered herself in the middle of the floor of the empty warehouse. She breathed deeply, and pulled her fists to her chest and exhaled. Stretching her hand out in front of her she brought her left leg back straight, slowly leveling her torso with her hand and leg. Music blared into the dusty rafters, and she let a wicked grin snake across her face. Stepping and bending back she flipped four times in succession before landing on a raised platform. Picking up a long pole she executed sweeping counter and defensive moves.

~She‘s not the kind of girl...who likes to tell the world about the way she feels..about herself...

She takes a little time in making up her mind...she doesn‘t want to fight against the tide.. lately..I‘m not the only one..I say never trust anyone ...always have to be the one to drag her down...maybe you‘ll get what you want this time around?...The trick is to keep breathing....Keep breathing...~

Spike held up his hand.

“What is it?“ Buffy asked.

“Garbage.“ He murmured.

“All around us, I know!?“ Buffy asked.

Spike let the opprotunity for embarassment slip. He sighed. “One of Willow‘s favorite groups. I once told her that the song reminded me of her.“He explained.

Angel nodded to Buffy and they approached the wharehouse that was blaring the music.

Willow turned in the air, flipping the pole into the air, before catching it in one hand, before starting the battle jabs and hits in the air again.

The trio watched her moves, entranced. <Flame, gods...such passion...elemental..I‘ve missed her..>Spike let his thoughts take a more personal turn of his former lover.

Angel tried to shake the memories his demon was throwing at him. Memories of Willow and Angelus in bed. {And her now, higher powers, you had to improve upon her didn‘t you?}

“She has two vampires tied up.“ Buffy interupted her companions thoughts.

The vampires noticed the two underlings on the other side of the room, tied and cursing. Willow brought the the rod across her knee breaking it. Standing up, she glared at the vampires.

“Hush.“ She snarled, throwing the stakes up into the air.

They fell tword her, gravity taking control, when she spun and judo kicked swiftly, sending the stakes into both the vampires chests. They disentgrated.

“How did she do that?“ Buffy gasped.

The music escalated higher, and Willow began throwing punches , kicks, manipulating balls, stakes, even daggers to attack her so she could battle them.

Spike poked Angel. He motioned to the open door, indicating for them to follow him.

Willow felt something twinge in her senses. Two vampires. Sire and son. Both Masters. And a Slayer. Willow grinned, her friends had tracked her down.

Spike fought his instincts, trying not to run to his Flame, and claim her as his, once again. He stared, admiring everything that she had become. She glowed in persperation, giving her pale skin a satin sheen. Her hair flamed behind her as she fought, and her body moved with feline grace.

Buffy couldn‘t believe it. Her best friend fighting like that, she knew she was a Slayer, but, not that good! Plus, that outfit so wasn‘t Willow.

 /I mean come on, a midnight blue corset top, black leather pants, and a black trenchcoat? Oh so dark!Wheres the fluffy?/

Angel had to reign himself in. Sure, he loved Buffy, but the demon saw Willow as his mate. Plus, he had to admit to his souled self, Slayer Willow was worthy of ravishing.

Spike moved softly, trying not to distract her, but gain more ground. Willow spun, and moved rapidly across the room in a series of flips before reaching into the shadows, grabbing a figure, and slamming him against the wall. Her arm was raised, her wrist crossbow cocked. Willow grinned at Spike‘s suprised expression.

“Hey baby.“ She purred.

~Part: 3~

Spike gulped as Willow stepped back, a half smile twinkling in her eyes.

“Willow!“ Buffy ran up to her friend envolping her in a hug.

Willow laughed softly, returning the embrace. Her eyes sook out the darkness. “Angel?“ She asked gently.

Angel smiled and lifted her off the ground in a hug. “Its about time you returned, little one.“ He whispered in her ear.

Willow laughed again. Spike growled.

Willow looked at him, her feet returning to the floor. “Spike.“ She smiled, touching his face.

“Red.“ He returned, tracing his fingers along her cheekbones.

She smiled. “You caught me. I was going to come to the Bronze, after I patrolled.“

“Why not after Bronzing, hearty dancing makes happy slayers!“ Buffy chirped.

Willow shook her head. “I couldn‘t do that. I‘d miss half of the newbies who immedietly need to satiate their craving. Its not right.“

“Never thought of it that way.“

“Suprised Giles hasn‘t told you. From dusk till about eight is prime feeding times. The ones that feed later are the real strong ones, that will pick their prey from a place like the Bronze. They like good yummies.“ Willow explained

. Buffy stared at her friend. “Ok.“

Willow chuckled. “Sorry.“

Spike and Angel shared a glance.

“So, um, patrol...then Bronzing?“

Willow smiled. “Sure. Let me get my supplies.“

Spike followed her every movement with his eyes as she trekked across the floor. His minion had been right, she had changed.She seemed guarded, but extroverted with her confidence.

<Who are you trying to impress Red?> He wondered.

Buffy jumped up as Willow walked up the steps to the apartment. “ I so have to see what you have been wearing Wills, maybe we can find you some sweet little dress to..“

“Buffy, I am capable of dressing myself.“ Willow commented.

Buffy stared at her friend. “I, didn‘t mean anything...I just..thought I‘d pick some...“

“I know. But I can make my own decisions.“ Willow repeated, opening her door.

Buffy stared at Angel, biting her lip. Angel just shrugged, motioning for her to follow her friend.

“What do you think that was about?“ Spike asked, folowing the girls up the steps.

“Buffy had a habit of picking out Willow‘s clothes when they went out. It often gave Willow a less than confident feeling. Buffy never realized it.“ Angel whispered, falling into step with his childe.

“So the bloody Slayer didn‘t realizing dressing her best friend like a dowdy doll made her feel like shit? God, Peaches, you know how to pick ‘em.“ Spike halted at the threshold to Willow‘s place.

“Um, Red?“ He called.

“Spike, Angel please come in.“ Willow called from the bathroom.

The vampires entered, looking at the interesting decor the former hacker had.

“Certainly no stuffed animals are there?“ Spike asked.

Angel sent his childe a level look. “She left the animals a long time ago.“

Willow‘s friends sat uneasily on her couch, looking around.

“Wills certainly has changed.“ Buffy commented.

“Really?“ Spike asked, rolling his eyes.

“Look, I know I may be clueless at times, but I‘m getting used to this as much as you!“ Buffy hissed.

“Shhh...Buff, its ok. Spike is just acting under sexual frustration.“Angel grinned, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend.

“Coming from the man that spent almost a century there.“ Spike mumbled.

“Century where?“ Willow asked opening the bathroom door.

Spike stood up, his eyes wide. Willow tilted her head, smiling softly at him. “What?“ She asked.

Spike let his eyes travel down her body. She kept her tight leather pants on, her trenchcoat discarded, a tight shirt of see-through spiderwebs binding her flesh, a muted red tube top under it hiding the skin the vampire most wanted to see. The neck was cut low, dipping into her cleavage.

<Please don‘t bend over....or..I will take you right here Red> “You look...“ He began.

“Gorgeous! God Wills, are you sure you want to patrol????“ Buffy sqealed grabbing her friends hand.

“I‘m sure.“ Willow murmured, her eyes still holding Spikes.

<Damn Slayer.> Spike cursed. “Lets go.“

Spike watched his Flame from his perch on the couch. The Scooby Gang had been reunited, with much bravado and hugs. Xander had not let his friend out of his sight till recently and the watcher had actually cried. Anya, was Anya, and just shrugged, asking if Willow‘s witchy powers were enough to summon her ex-demon boss. Willow just shook her head before ordering a drink. They had all talked, drank, and talked. Angel and Buffy were on the dance floor, enjoying being close. Xander and Anya were arguing again, and Giles had gone to find another drink.And Willow...Willow...was on the dance floor.

<Sure never before would she go out there..but of course...she is..isn‘t she?>

Willow giggled. *Whats the matter Spikey, a little nervous?* She smiled at her dance partner who kissed her hand as he left the floor.

The beat of another song began. Willow smiled, she knew this one. Angelus had often blared this song, it was his favorite.

Angel caught Willow‘s eye. “Dance with me?“ He mouthed.

Angelus left much blood and death behind him, but his time with Willow was familiar, and actually full of human feeling. He wasn‘t going to begrudge his demon the small pleasure of dancing with its mate to their song.Angel‘s niceness to the dormant creature was a equisite torture.

“Of course.“ Willow returned.

Angel dipped his head to whisper in Buffy‘s ear. She bit her lip and nodded. /Sure Angel, I don‘t mind if you let the demon out, sure, why not let it dance with its ex-lover, just because you might get off at the same time is no problem at all./ She complained. She joined Spike on the couch.

“Whats going on?“ He grumbled.

“Nothing. Angel wants to dance with Willow. Seems to be a old Angelus/Willow song.“

The vampire snarled and got off the couch. “Like bloody hell.“ Spike stood near the dance floor, ignoring all, except the song and the two people centered in the middle of it.

~I never thought I‘d change my opinion again..

but you moved me in a way that I‘ve never known...

but straight away you just moved into position again....

you abused me in a way that I‘ve never known...

you abused me in a way that I‘ve never known....~

Spike paced restlessly.....watching the two find a familiar rhythum with their intwined bodies. It made him uneasy. <Too Angelus-ish for me mate.>

~so break me shake me hate me.

take me over...when the madness stops then you will be alone

Just break me shake me hate me take me over...

when the madness stops, then you will be alone..oh no no no

so you’re the kind that deals with games of the mind...

you’ve confused me in a way I’ve never known...

you’ve confused me in a way I’ve never known...

so break me shake me hate me take me over....

when the madness stops you will be alone..so won’t you break me

shake me take me over, when the madness stops you will be alone...

she said I can help you, what to do you say? ...its not free baby, you’ll have to pay...

you just keep me contemplating..that your soul is slowly fading...~

A raging guitar solo began, Willow threw her head back, bending slowly back, Angel supporting her, wrapping his hand around her neck, exposing her neck to a small nip...their dance emulating any passion that had existed between the two.....Spike’s almost silent growl became a raging snarl.

<The wanker, he doesn’t dare..I should rip his fucking balls off....she’s submitting to him! Submitting!>

~ don’t you know that I live with a ton of regret??

Cause I used to move you in a way that you’ve never known..

but then I accused you in a way you never known

but you hurt me in a way that I’ve never known...

break me shake me hate me take me over...when the madness stops you will be alone..

so break me shake me hate me take me over....break me!!~

Willow opened her eyes just as the song ended. Spike.

*Not too happy with a repeat Angelus performance?*

A slow song began its lyrical journey. She stepped away from Angel, her eyes conveying a message. He nodded, and gestured to his childe. Spike approached them warily.

“Dance with me.” Willow murmured.

He let a smile play with his features. “Peaches can’t keep up?”

Angel bit down a comeback. “I need to play with whats mine.” He growled, stepping back to his girlfriend.

Willow rolled her eyes. “Spike.” He stared into her eyes.

She cupped his face. “Quiet. Now. Dance with me.” She commanded, pulling him close.

He grinned, and leaned tword her ear. “What my lady commands.” He huskily whispered.

Willow felt shivers break out across her body. It was those words that started their love. She smiled. She let her hand snake up to his neck, testing his scalp with her nails. “Damn straight.” She whispered back.

Spike smiled, and kissed her cheek softly, drawing her close to his body.

~Well I just heard...the news today..it seems my life..is going to change..

I close my eyes begin to pray..then tears of joy stream down my face...

with arms wide open under the sunlight...welcome to this place, I’ll show you everything

with arms wide open~

Willow smiled at her vampire...he was singing the words.

~well I don’t know if I’m ready to be the man I have to be..

I’ll take a breath, I’ll take her by my side...we’ll stand it all..we’ll create a life..

with arms wide open~

“Willow?” Spike murmured in her ear.

“Yeah?” She asked.

“I...I...” Buffy ran up.

“Wills, we got trouble.”

Willow snapped her head around. *Instant Slayer mode.*

“Lets go.” She said.

Releasing Spike, she followed the older slayer.

“Where are we going?” Willow asked as Angel, Spike, Xander, Giles and Anya followed them.

“Angel said a informant of his came up and said we should get to the park.” Buffy ground out.

The park was filled with grunts and groans of pain. “Vampires.” Both slayer’s hissed at the same time.

Willow closed her eyes slightly. “Approximately 20. Young ones, none are of Master’s streng...wait...theres one.” She opened her eyes and smiled. “I know him. He’s mine.” She growled, heading into the clearing around the swings.

“Spike?” Angel asked.

“Not my brood. My boys stick to the streets.” The blonde vampire stated keeping a sharp eye on his Slayer.

Buffy and Willow nodded at each other.

“First call.” Willow grinned, removing a dagger looking stake from sheath around her waist.

“She kept it.” Angel gasped.

“Another Angelus memoir?” Spike growled.

“Angelus gave this to me for my protection.” Willow winked at Angel. “Its been my favorite tool. Well almost favorite.” She tossed the dagger-stake to Buffy, who grinned appreciatively.

“This, boys, is my favorite.” She reached into the small of her back, another dagger/stake in her palm. “Its special.” She purred, touching the ornate carvings.

“Giles, Xander, Anya. Stay here, catch any stragglers and put ‘em back in the ground.” Buffy ordered.

“Lets go.” She growled.

The Slayers were the first running into the fray.

“What a big party and noone gave me a call?” Buffy complained, staking the first vampire.

“I think these guys need some manners Buffy.” Willow said, ducking a punch and kicking back another vampire

. “I agree Wills.”

“Preferably beaten into them.” Angel growled, joining their verbal comraderie.

<Bloody perfect.> Spike rolled his eyes, staking a vampire.

Willow flipped back off a monument, staking two vampires with a precise sweep of her arm. The cobwebbed arm passed through the dusted vamp to hit the other square in the chest. They screamed, their bodies slowly writhing in agony before they evaporated.

“What the hell was that?” Angel grunted, throwing a vampire on the ground.

“I forgot to mention, my wood was grown special.” Willow said innocently.

Buffy turned around and punched a vampire. “How special?” She asked, staking him.

Willow plunged her stake into another vampire. Another long howl and disentegration.

“Grown with full, totally blessed holy water!” She chirped.

“Hell pet, before they die, you torture them!” Spike grinned, staking another vamp.

Her eyes twinkled at him. “Have to have some sort of funs.” She purred.

Buffy and Angel exchanged a wary glance. The group looked around, dust chalking their shoes.

“How many?” Buffy asked.

“That was nineteen.” Her boyfriend supplied.

“I thought you said 20.” Spike said.

Willow grinned,standing up straight. She threw her stake backward, flying into a vampire that just stepped out of the shadows. He caught the stake right at his heart and dropped it.

~Part: 4~

Willow grinned,standing up straight. She threw her stake backward, flying into a vampire that just stepped out of the shadows. He caught the stake right at his heart and dropped it.

”Fuck Wisp! I told you not to throw that thing at me again!” He held up his burned hand.

Willow turned her hands on her hip. “And I told you not to follow me.” She grinned.

Spike stood beside her. He didn’t like this stranger.<Bloody Wanker, who the fuck does he think he is?>

 “Stake him?” Buffy asked, coming beside her friend. She didn’t know about this vampire. He was hot, sure, with straight black hair that fell into his eyes, and twinkling gray eyes. He was tall, well built, and totally encased in black leather, with a gray t-shirt. He looked like a cloud. Of the non fuzzy shaped kind.

/Damn/ Buffy growled./Rain on me anytime you like./

“No.” Willow stated simply. She tilted her head, her stake coming back to rest in her hand. She sheathed it.

“Aiden. Why are you here?” She asked, suddenly tired. She really didn’t want to deal with this, not now, not with Spike here.

“Why, lover, I thought you be glad to see me?!” He grinned.

Spike started to growl again. “She isn’t your lover.” He stated.

Aiden raised his eyebrow. “Neither is she yours.” He retorted.

Spike started to snarl.

“Spike.” Angel hissed. This wasn’t a situation that he wanted his childe to get into. Aiden had a strength, as well as an unknown element that Angel didn’t like. It actually gave his dead body shivers.

“Willow, who is this?” Buffy asked. /Tension, not good./

Willow sighed. “This is Aiden McKaele. He was my partner while I trained.”

Aiden grinned, and came closer to her. "Isn't there a better word than 'trained, Wisp?”

Willow fixed him with a glare.

“A vamp, helping a slayer train...thats soo..oh.“ Buffy gave Angel a lopsided grin.

“I can see what you said, Wisp. They are hopeless."

Buffy stared at her best friend. “I meant in love. Hopeless in love.“ Willow gritted her teeth.

Spike snaked an arm around his redhead. “You still didn‘t answer Willow‘s question.“ He hissed.

Aidan pierced the blonde vampire with a glare. “Council sent me over, so like a good blackmailed boy, I came. Said, Wisp might need some help explaining the prophecy.“

Willow groaned.

“What prophecy?“Angel asked.

“You never mentioned anything about..“

“Thats because I haven‘t figured it out yet!“ Willow snapped. Her former friends looked shocked at her display of temper.

Aiden on the other hand, just smirked. “Watch, next comes some mojo magic thing, and she stomps away killing half the vampire population.“ He laughed.

Willow stared at him. *I should‘ve never saved you‘re sorry ass* She glared at him and muttered some choice phrases in latin.

“Mote it be.“ She growled, as Aiden was thrown backwards into a stone monument.He coughed, groaning.

“Like that one. Do it again.“Spike chuckled.

She glared at him, her eyes glittering.

“Ok, what is going on here? Who the hell is Aiden supposed to be helping,you or us, or both, what the fuck is this prophecy about, and are you still in love with Spike?“ Buffy blurted out.

Willow groaned. “I do not want to deal with this now.“ she muttered.

“Well dealing is apart of life Willow, you can‘t just take off, you have to face your problems.“Angel pointed out.

“Says the boyfriend of the pillock who ran away when she sent ‘em to hell.“ Spike laughed.

Angel glared at his childe.

Willow took a deep breath. “I will explain everything, tomorrow night, not before, not after.“

“Story time again, eh, lover?“ Aiden had regained his breath, and his attitude.

“I suggest we all go to sleep.“ Giles commented, unseen from the perimeter of the friends.

“I agree. Aiden, you can stay at my place.“ Willow submitted with a wave.

“Like bloody hell he will!“ Spike roared.

The sharp glint reappeared in Willow‘s eyes. “Let me get this straight with you for the last time.“ She growled, stalking the blond vampire. She poked him in the chest.

“I am not a possession. I am not your possession. I do not do as I‘m told, and you have no fucking right to tell me what I should, or should not do.“ She took a breath, and punched him in the gut.

“I learned a long time ago Spike, that I control my own life, my own dreams, and noone has the right to speak what those are except me!! So if I want a man in my apartment, and it isn‘t you..fuck off. If I want to have illicit sex with vampires, demons, even a human....fuck OFF!“ She growled, stalking off.

Aiden grinned. “Later Spike.“ He grinned, training his eyes to Willow‘s tense ass.

Spike growled and cursed.

“Spike.“ Giles spoke quietly.

Spike turned to the tweed avenger. Over the years Spike‘s regard and respect for the watcher had grown.

“Don‘t push the issue with Willow right now.“ He murmured.

The rest of the group looked at him. It was very rarely when Giles used his ‘quiet voice‘ and even then, the situation was serious.

Spike took out and lit his ciggarette. “Oh? And why is that mate?“

“Because she is the balancing factor in this prophecy.“

Buffy pushed herself forward. “And how do you know about this Giles?“She asked.

Giles shook his head at his charge. “How do you know when a vampire is near? How do you know that your dreams are more than images created by the subconcious? You just do. Accept what I‘ve said, and take it for worth.“ Giles adjusted his coat. “I‘ll be seeing you all tommorrow then.“ He cleared his throat, and left.

“I say Brit-guy has been taking lessons from Deadboy on crypticness.“ Xander piped up.

"I don‘t know what is going on!“ Buffy complained.

Angel squeezed her hand comfortably.

“If theres some big bad brewing, then someone ought to know about it. Not just Willow.“Anya pointed out.

“What would be the only way that a prophecy would be unknown?“She continued.

“Only one person, or thing.“ Spike said.

“What would that be?“ Xander asked.

Angel turned to the young man. “The person that issued the prophecy.“

“And who would that be?“ Buffy rolled her eyes.

“The Goddess.“

A hush fell. Xander looked in the direction that his best friend had taken. “Shit.“ He muttered.

~Part: 5~

Aidan watched Willow pacing the apartment.

“How dare he think he owns me? ME? Chosen by the godess...a slayer...a witch...ARGH!”

Aidan chuckled. “Sounds like you need to relax.” He rumbled moving behind her.

“I know.” Willow sighed.

“May I help you unwind?” Aidan asked smoothly, stroking her neck.

Willow leaned back into his touch. “Would you?”she asked softly.

“With pleasure.” Aidan purred.

Willow giggled. “Thanks Aidan.....noone can relax me like you used to.I’ll go get changed.”Willow began stripping off her clothes, heading to the bedroom.

“Just call me when you’re ready.” Aidan called, removing his jacket, flexing his fingers impatiently as the minutes ticked by.

“Ready.” Willow called.

Aidan grinned, so was he.

*****

She was slightly aroused and very relaxed..that much Spike knew. He could feel her. Aidan. He could feel that wanker as well. The light glinted off shadowy figures. Shadowy figures that seemed to be moving together. Spike let his human facade fade, and he snarled.

*****

Willow almost purred as Aidan’s fingers found and unwound the knots in her shoulders. She was partially naked laying on her bed, her companion barechested and rubbing herbal oils into her skin.

“Feel good Wisp?”

“Mmmm.” Willow murmured.

“What do you say we make it better?”

Willow opened one eye. “What are you up to?”

The vampire chuckled and ran his finger tips lightly down her spine. “What am I usually up to?” he asked mischeviously, flipping her over, running his hands down her legs to her feet.

Willow arched into the pillows sighing with pleasure.
 
 

*****

Spike was clenching and unclenching his hands. She was on her back, head thrown back in ecstasy, her mouth open in a cry, and he...that demon...was on his hands and knees tasting his RED!

*****

“Normally trying to get me back into bed.” Willow groaned. *Why did he have to do my feet? Why?*

“True Wisp. But as tempting as that sounds, I was thinking of a dirtier game.”

Willow leaned back, tucking the blanket around her. “Whats that?”

“You’re too relaxed to feel. Extend your senses.” Willow closed her eyes, searching. Spike. Below her window, and furious.

Willow chuckled. “He’s been watching our shadows and thinking that we were being naughty.” she opened her eyes, grinning at the irish vampire.

“I was thinking, why not give him a show? Or just something to think about?”

Willow laughed. “Aidan, I don’t play the vengeance game anymore. My time spent with Angelus was enough to scare D’Hoffryn away.”

The vampire chuckled and climbed up onto the bed beside her, laying down. “I know Wisp.” He said quietly.

Willow kissed her friend on his cheek. “ Theres just too many good vampires in this world, and I’m only in love with one.” She said softly, gathering her clothes, and heading to the bathroom.

Aidan pillowed his hands beneath his head. “What a lucky vamp he be Wisp.” He whispered.

******

Spike noted the light going out, and continued to pace. She fucked the vampire. Did she not care about him? Should he care? Should he not? Should his chastity amount to anything these past four years?

“Its not safe out here.”

Spike literally jumped. He didn’t hear her coming, he didn’t scent her, didn’t even sense her.

Willow stepped from the shadows, hands deep in her leather trench.

“What makes you say that pet?” Spike regained his composure and lit a ciggarette.

“Theres nasties about. Demons, witchs, vampires, ex lovers.” Her eyes were filled with mirth as she removed the smoke from his mouth and inhaled the nicotine into her own lungs.

“And they’re dangerous?” he asked mockingly.

Willow nodded, stomping out the ciggarette. “Very, especially when the ex-lovers spy on the witch that became a slayer.” She raised her eyebrow.

“Even more dangerous, when the witch that became a slayer, once in love with the ex-lover, fucks a demon.” Spike growled, edging up to her.

Willow laughed.

“I’d like to know what seems to be so bloody funny.”He asked.

“Scent me Spike. Have I been fucking anyone in the past hour?”

He sniffed. And sniffed again. <Oh fuck.> “No.” He guiltly mumbled.

“What do I smell like?”

“Herbs.”

Willow nodded. “I’ve been so stressed that Aidan gave me a massage, so I wouldn’t fold myself into a unending pretzel shaped Willow.”

Spike resisted scuffing his boot onto the pavement, as he took a scolding much like one he received centuries ago from his nanny. Slightly different topic of course. He removed another ciggarette and leaned back. He flicked his baby blues back up to meet her green ones.

“Come for a stroll with me Slayer?” He asked in an apologetic tone.

She smiled breifly. “My mother always told me not to go places with strange men. It could be dangerous.”

Spike grinned. “I hope so.”

******

Spike watched the Slayer as she walked, thinking of how glad he was that she had returned to him. Willow noted Spike’s careful vigil, and resisted smiling. All the nights of un-ending frustration, carrying out each duty that the Goddess requested of her, all her training, the lonliness, the...what was he doing? Spike concentrated harder, trying to bring his hand swing into sync with her own, hoping to ‘accidently’ hold her hand. He noted Willow eying him, her brows knitted in confusion. He moved his hand quickly, removing a ciggarette from his duster, trying to place blame somewheres else for the smirk on her face. They moved rapidly through the city district, ending up eventually in the silence of the hill overlooking Sunnydale. Willow’s keen eyes observed the twinkling lights, the energy of the hellmouth buzzing through her senses. She closed her eyes, sighing, reveling in the pure magical force of evil and good in one place.

“Where did you go?” Spike interupted, leaning on the ground.

Willow looked over at him, recrossing her legs beneath her. “Which time?”

Blue eyes forced her to respond again. “I went to London. Directly to the Council. The Goddess wished that I train. While I trained I found magickal objects in demon’s possessions and returned them to their orginal gaurdians. I was her.....tool for two of the years I was abroad.”

“You were controlled by her?”

Willow stared at Spike, he had seemed to place his own agenda on hold for the moment, but who knew how long that would last.“No. I was her servant. I felt no pain, or resentment, I had no human emotions. I was just there, and she was my Mistress. Kind of like being a minion. No desires except to feed and to please the Master.”

“And the two years after?”

“I had become a Slayer Spike, the Council needed me, and I needed time.”

Spike reached up twords her and ran his fingers through her hair. “Why?” He asked achingly.

“To think, to reason, to understand what is going to happen, what might happen.” Willow allowed herself the small pleasure of his petting.

“With this prophecy?”

“Yes.”

“I will stand by you Willow, your finally home and I’m not letting you go.” The vampire said with determination.

Willow reached up, and touched his jawline. “I know Spike.”

He smiled, moving to settle her comfortably in his arms. “Tell me now Flame, tell me all about the times you have spent....does London still have that nasty little pub on the corner of...”

Willow grinned, a prelude to the true emotion she felt. She was finally home.

******

Angel sat up from another dream. “Damn.” He cursed. Buffy wasn’t home, it was late afternoon, and Angel was totally alone. Except for his demon. “Stop IT.” Angel gritted his teeth. The vampire resisted the urge to please himself because of the erotic dream.

{Problems Angel?} The demon mocked.

“No. I love Buffy.”

{Yes, but I do not. Therefore, I have everyright to have my own dreams. My Red Mistress was magnificent. Do you remember how she would look beneath us...}

“Willow is Spike’s.”

{Spike is yours, your point?}

“I am not interfering just because you want to be with Willow. She doesn’t love me.”

The demon chuckled in Angel’s mind.

{No she doesn’t does she. She made it all too clear when she restored the soul in me. ‘You are not Angelus’. Hurts doesn’t it when a woman as amazing as her doesn’t want the kind, loving side of you?} The demon’s laugh faded. Angel growled, and stomped to the basement gym for some therapy.

~Part: 6~

Willow awoke gasping for air. She choked, and fought the tears at her eyes.

“Wisp?” Aidan appeared, shirtless, concerned in her doorway.

“I’m fine.” She gasped, attempting to calm herself.

“Why is your heartbeat racing?”

She shook her head. The vision threatened to take over her supernatural senses once again. “I saw something.” She mumured.

“The time of prophecy draws closer Will ‘o’ Wisp.”

Willow raised her eyes through the curtain of her red hair, piercing the vampire with understanding.

“Aye.” She agreed , her eyes storming dark.

Aidan backed away, wary. “Wisp?”

Willow rose, her feet unfolding beneath her, slid across the room with static regality. “Flame spurned by fire...wept alone...deaths demon joined as lover...restoration brought...escaped into night held by the goddess above from tormented eyes....all brought to rights....hell upon earth exists here...love brought to equality from darkness....returns flame to fire...sun to night...” The witch’s voice had transformed to something unworldly. Willow waved her hands, her dark nightgown transforming into a white priestess’s robe. She fixed her eyes, her normally innocent green eyes, that were now sparking, changing colors with the magickal force raging through her mortal body, upon Aidan. “Vampyre.” She hissed.

Aidan knew immedietly whom he was awed by. He dropped to one knee. “Goddess.”

“Tread upon the earth softly...keep what you plan away...for this shall not be a time of mercy for your wrongs.” Aidan let his face fall to the floor in obeisance.

“Bring them. To me.” She murmured.

*****

Buffy out raced everyone up the stairs to the apartment, she stopped dead short in the door way. “Will?”

The red head turned, piercing Buffy with her stare. “Slayer.” Her eyes flicked to each human as they entered the apartment. “Come inside.” She gestured. Nervously the Scoobies gathered around the couch.

“Amazing.” Giles breathed.

“Is it Watcher? Amazing that I should choose such a loyal daughter to speak through? It is of no consequence, and I have little time, Willow can not stand my invasion of her for much longer.”

Angel stood, nodding to his friend. “What have you come to tell us?”

“Angelus, now reborn an Angel. I acknowledge you, but warn you of all to be soft in your footfall around the witch. For latent your demon may be, the much more dangerous is his threat.”

Buffy gasped, looking up at her boyfriend.

“I come to help with the prophecy.”The Goddess continued.

Giles whipped out a notebook, rubbing his glasses frantically.

“It has been whispered for years through those close to this knitted group....”

“Would you speak plainly, and get out of my Red?” Spike spoke from his uncharacteristic silence.

The Goddess looked at him blankly. “Vampyre. You test me, you may not be my servant, but your beloved is, and her pleadings for your life only hold my ear presently. Be silent.”

Spike puffed on his ciggarette beligerently.

“Willow’s actions in the past year have been readying you, and her for this year, for this time. Kept from the flame spurned by the fire...she shall weep alone, cold, till deaths demon joins her as lover....bring restoration to a wrong held high...escape into darkness...from tormented eyes held by the godess above... All this has come true. From Spike turning from Willow’s love, to her becoming Angelus’s mate. She restored Angel’s soul through me, and then escaped to join me. Now...”

The Godess raised her arms and eyes to heaven,“all shall be broughts to rights again..when she returns to hell upon earth...love brought to equality..from darkness..she returns..flame to fire...sun to night...there is a battle coming my children, when friends shall turn to enemies, and lovers must fight as one...for it will bring the balance of night and day the paradox of relationship, and it ‘twill be as all was before.”

Her arms dropped and the light fell from her eyes, and Willow returned, gasping for air.

Spike caught her as she began to fall. A clamour arose as she rested in his arms, and only Aidan remained in the shadows. He slipped silently through the door, the Godess’s warning fading in his ears.

*****

Willow smiled as she sipped the tea that Giles had made her. The Scoobies had relocated presently to her apartment, and there were books, coffee cups, ding-dongs, ho-hos, and other unidentifable items scattered everywhere.

“This is really quite amazing, aparently, everything that you have been experiencing Willow is coming to a denouement now.”

“G-man?” Xander asked.

“Denouement, all ends tying together.” Anya prompted.

“Right.” Xander reached for some more snacks.

“So where does this lead us?” Angel asked, squeezing Buffy’s hand.He had been comforting her the past hour because of the Goddess’ warning.

“Well, someone apparently is going to become an enemy.” Anya bluntly stated.

“Well if you haven’t noticed, we have an endless background of enemy possibilites Anya.” Spike chuckled.

“What do you mean Spike?” Buffy pouted.

Spike rolled his eyes and continued stroking Willow’s hair. “Well Slayer, if you haven’t noticed, you’re dating the ex-scourge of Europe. Your watcher used to be a maniacal killer called Ripper, I, well, I’m still a bad ass, Willow used to be a vampyre’s mistress, Anya used to be a vengeance demon, and well..the only one that is harmless is the pup over there.”

“Hey! I could be evil if I tried!” Xander argued.

“Of course you could honey,”Anya consoled.

“At any rate, we all have a crack at bein’ evil.” Spink finished with his eyes rolling heavenward.

“Hoping you’ll get the job?” Aiden cracked from the doorway.

Spike growled. “I wouldn’t be speakin’ if I were you, mate.”

“Spike’s right, how do we know whose side exactly you are?” Buffy stood, a stake slipping from her sleeve.

Aiden pointed at Willow. “Hers, wherever she is, I am. I’m her protector.”

Spike slid Willow gently to the side. “You’re relieved. Go home.” The bleached vampire threatened.

“Who are you, fledgling, to order me?” Spike launched himself at the elder vampire, growling. He stopped short of his target, being wrenched to the floor. He looked up in pain at Willow, with her hand tangled in his hair, twisting his head to the ground.

“Enough. Not here. Not now. I’ve had it.” She murmured dangerously. Spike snarled in answer and she tightened her grip. “Behave or I will make you.”

“Its about time someone taught the...” Aiden went down to the wood planks, coughing. Willow straightened from where she executed a kick to his balls.

“No more.” She released Spike and stood facing the drop-jawed Scoobies. “I won’t put up with any more. No more malice, no more hatred. This prophecy was weaved so we would triumph, not fall apart. Giles, start by cataloguing the timeline of our lives together, and refrencing them with what the Godess said. Anya, call together some of your demon contacts. Pull D’Hoffryn in by promising him the Gilleasbuig Stone. Yes, Giles I have it. Buffy, patrol. Angel you and Spike poll the vampire population, see who is of your brood and whom is not. Aiden, you call home and see what we have from the Seers at the council. Xander, you and I are going to see whats been going on with the Hellmouth.”

Dumbfounded the group nodded. Slowly one by one, they exited, Xander promising to wait by the redhead’s vehicle. Spike glared at his former lover.

“I am sorry Spike.” She stated, grabbing her weapons into a duffel.

“You humiliated me.”

“I stopped you. I humilated Aiden.”

“Well he didn’t have any balls to kick, so to speak.” The blonde grumbled.

“Whats this about Spike, the fact that you don’t like the past that you don’t know about with Aiden?”

“SO there IS a past?”

Willow rolled her eyes. “Goddess be gracious! I’m here aren’t I William the Bloody? I’m here!” She threw up her arms, exasperated, thumping down the studio steps.

Spike looked around the empty apartment. “Bloody ‘ELL!” He swore.

~Part: 7~

Xander, yet again, resisted the urge to complain. Being in Sunnydale High School, after all that had happened there, still gave him the creeps. He swore he could almost hear Synder yelling after him in the Halls.

“Mr. Harris...” A erie voice whispered.

“AHHHHHH!” Xander pinwheeled, falling flat on his ass.

Willow chuckled, jumping down from a staircase. “Sorry, you were in such deep thought.”

“Wills! That was not cool. Not cool at all.” Xander groaned, dusting off his behind.

Willow shrugged, helping him the rest of the way up. “Remember one of the first times we came back here, and Spike found out he could kill demons?” She asked, pushing away a fallen beam.

“Yeah, never been so scared in my life..all those demons, and him, wearing my clothes.” Xander visibily shuddered.

Willow laughed. She stepped over some tile, tucking a cobweb back.

“Sunnydale High was where we learned all about the world Xand, sometimes I think its a pity that it still stands like this, ruined. At least with a high school above it, it gave it some sort of...normalacy.”

Xander chuckled. “And we both know how ‘normal’ a high school teenagers life can be. Jeez...even dating Cordelia Chase wasn’t normal!”

“Ah ha! He finally admits it!”

“Oh god...” Xander rolled his eyes, their laughter echoed off the decaying building. They sombered as

they neared the old library doors.

*I’m the Slayer*

*That guy just went poof*

*My name is Angel*

*I don’t like this world...in my world we have people in chains and can ride them like ponies*

*I’m eating this banana lunch time be damned!*

*Who ate the last jelly?*

*Is that why you’re always cleaning your glasses so you can’t see what we’re doing?* *Tell noone*

Willow smiled slightly. The doors swung slighly ajar, creaking in the empty expanse of Sunnydale High School. A slight breeze swept through a gape in the ceiling, stirring the dust. Willow tilted her head...feeling something odd, something not right. Xander pushed on the door, opening it for her.

“Somethin’ wrong Wills?” He asked, looking back as he entered the library.

“No...” She murmured, following him in.

*****

The cloaked figure placed the braided strand of redhair over his ceremonial dagger, tying them to the blade.

“P-p-please. I didn’t do anything to her...I swear...I haven’t even heard from her in years....why are you d-d-doing this? L-l-let me go.” The blonde girl sobbed, fighting against her bonds that tied her to the altar.

The figure ignored her chanting the last words over the knife and hair, causing it to illuminate. He advanced on the girl, using the knife to slit her throat. The blood seeped into the hair, red upon red...becoming darker, and darker still. The magick maker continued to slit the girls white skin, drawing symbols upon it. Lightning cracked around them, a storm centered in two realities. The girls body shivered, twitching. A ethereal scream pierced the air, and suddenly there was two of everything. The man grinned at himself, Tara saw herself fall into death....the room snapped in cohesive magical power, and all that remained was the man, and two, where there had been one, blood soaked red braids.

****

Willow clutched her head, falling to her knees on the stone. Her mind spun, her memories altering filling her conciousness with blood, deaths, and experiences she never had before, never even remembered.

“Wills?” Xander asked, moving quickly across the room twords her, he dropped several tomes that he had found in the rubble.

“GET BACK!” Willow hissed, her face contorting horribly. She looked at her childhood friend, her eyes black.

Xander scrambled away over the collapsed library floor, looking for a weapon of some kind, his hands settled on a lead pipe. The hairs on the back of his neck rose, as he realized that she was blocking the only exit.

Willow growled deep in her throat. She felt thoughts that weren’t her own surfacing...images...violent intentions...needs. She wanted to feel her victims scream in her hands before she killed them, she wanted the grace and majesty of a hunt. She desired the slow tortorous burn of the whip as her master punished her so she screamed his name. She groaned, her body spasming with an effort to control the lust for a kill.

Xander hefted the weapon, watching his best friend, shake on the floor. She was in the throes of some sort of possession, as far as he could tell. Muttering to herself, screaming alternatingly. She let out a long howl, her head snapping to his direction.

“Willow?” He murmured, fear running through his blood, urging him to flee.

She smiled, her face changing into the demon of a vampire. Her tongue slid over her fangs, and then the demon melted away. She screamed, a literal wave of shadow passing through her body, forcing her unconcious. Xander crept over the stone, the weapon held high. She was out, breathing evenly.

*Breathing?* Xander asked himself. If she was a vampire, why was she breathing? And how could she be a vampire? There was no possible way, she was a Slayer. He reached down, feeling along her neck for a pulse point. There it was, a steady rhythm. Dropping the pipe, Xander Harris hefted his best friend into his arms, and took off.

*****

“This is getting us nowhere mate.” Spike complained, leaning against a building while Angel beat the shit out a hapless minion.

Angel sighed, and staked the bastard. “We’ve been out for the past two hours...and nothing...”

The two vampires hit the ground, fear wrenching their insides, a gnawing hunger tearing at their demons.

Spike looked up at Angel, ragged. “Willow.” He choked out.

“This is serious....if we can feel it through a blood bond...” Another wave of pain hit them both. Angel growled. He felt...strange...the demon was rattling him on the inside in a way that he had never before.

“We....h-h-have to get back to the...apar..ment.” Spike ground out, pulling himself up the building wall.

Angel mutely nodded, as they clambered to their feet, staggering off.

****

“Lay her here....Yes, thank you Xander.” Giles assessed the redhead quickly. She seemed to have no immediete injuries...yet for the first time in years, Giles heard his charge whimpering in fear.

“Willow, you’re safe. Its Giles, Willow can you hear me?” Giles sighed as she didn’t react. A crash forced Giles to leap to his feet stake held high. Spike and Angel, their faces contorted in pain, looked from him to the witch they cared about, and vamped out immedietly.

“Fuck.” Giles swore.

******

“You have done a lot to get me here.” The vampire hissed at the cloaked witch.

“You have a job to do, and then you shall get the real reward.” The witch motioned.

The vampire examined the image summoned by the witches casting. “He will be mine?”

“Eternally yours. Only yours.” The cloaked figure whispered.

“Fine. I shall tame him.”

“You have all you need.”

The female vampire laughed. “I don’t need your help. I have all I need, because of me. I shall do my work, summoned here or not.”

“Don’t cross me...”

“Or what? You’ll send me back.” The vampire motioned, and the witch was thrown against the back wall. “Consider yourself bound. I shall do nothing that you wish, only what I want. I am commanded by no man.” The vampiress snarled, walking out of the dank blood encrusted room.

*****

After everyone had calmed down enough to let Giles explain that he was only helping the Slayer cum Witch, the vampires virtually almost smothering her slight form with their own, Buffy finally decided to show up.

“What the hell happened?” She shrilled, throwing men everywhere.

“Oh bloody ‘ell Slayer! We are just getting her stabilized. Jesus Fucking Christ!” Spike swore, shaking her off his arm.

“GILES?!” Buffy yelled.

“Something magically hit Willow, Xander said that she...she was a vampire....and then she was hit by some sort of blackness and collapsed. She hasn’t woken up yet.”

“It was her.” Willows dry voice rasped.

Her vampires crowded around her. “Who?”

“Me.” She replied.

“That doesn’t make sense luv.” Spike consoled.

“Its me.” She whimpered, her face turning into the pillows. She fell back asleep.

“Anyone else feeling remarkably scared and confused?” Xander asked.

Spike gazed at Willow. <More than you know mate.>

~Part: 8~

“D’Hoffryn said that the only thing he knew about this prophecy is that it involved vampires. When I pressed him for more information, he said he didn’t have any, and threatened to curse me with boils?! After all I’ve done for that man....” Anya huffed.

Giles nodded, adding ‘vampires’ to his short list of possibilities. “Anything along the local vampire population?”

“There seems to be a hesitation about...” Angel began.

“What the bloody wanker means is that somethin’s different in the air, the poofter can even smell it. Somethings been added...or changed.”Spike interupted, watching Willow breathe as she slept.

“Ohhh...like the Matrix!” Xander muttered, his mouth closing around a jelly.

“Not exactly git.” The blonde vampire murmured.

“The Seers at the council haven’t seen anything recently.” Aiden volunteered, watching Willow very carefully, ignoring Spike’s glares in his direction.

“Then I suppose the only thing left to do is to wait for Wills, huh?” Buffy said, where she was curled up in a chair, half asleep.

“I suppose. Though additional research could hardly hurt.”Giles agreed. “Angel would you be kind enough to fetch some of the texts you have?”

The vampire nodded, kissed his girlfriend on the forehead, and headed out into the night.

******

Angel walked along silently, his hands clasping the books against his sides as he pondered the latest change in the Scooby Gang. Willow had returned and that alone had been difficult. Now it seemed that they were not only intwined in a prophecy, but his demon was also fighting against the permenant cage that had been built for it. He sighed, looking around him suddenly. The air felt changed, different. He caught a whiff of a scent that seemed familiar...dropping the books, he took off in the direction of the park’s clearing.

“What....” Angel fell to his knees...his body losing all will.

Fire silowhetted the female frame dancing before the flames. Long hair cascaded to her waist, and touched her naked flesh as she writhed and danced. Music appeared from nowhere...and entwined the master vampire in her magick. The rythms seduced him in her spell...calling him to her body, to her flesh,

“Feast upon me Angelus.” Came the hushed command, vivid through the murmurings of the spell casted.

Angel begged for release...and Angelus begged for more. The tingling that had reduced him to being motionless burned through his mind.

The woman twisted her hands in ecstasy above her, moving to the centre of the fire, a blue force making her body shimmer,

{a protection spell} Angel”s dazed mind registered,

and she began to chant louder, twisting the piece of hair that was entwined in her fingertips, blood seeping from its strands to drop...hissing, sparking, exploding in the flames of the spellfire. The world seized....Angel screamed holding his body, crying, pleading.....and dropped to the grass.

The spell dissapated with the vampire unconcious and the woman stepped from the ash, her hands stained with the blood from the braid. She licked at it unconciously, watching the still form of Angel intently. She purred as hands slid around her naked torso.

“You’ve done a lot to get me here little one.” A sensuous voice murmured in her ear.

“Aw, too afraid to show me how grateful that you’re free?” The vampiress giggled.

“Fear isn’t what drives me....its what we live for.” He growled.

“Ohhh Puppy.” The Vampire Willow purred, turning, and claiming Angelus’s lips in a passionate kiss.

Yanking Willow’s hair, Angelus broke the kiss. “Lets wreak havoc little one.” He suggested.

“Mmmm...fun.”

Both vampires strolled nonchalantly tword the park’s exit, stepping over the inert body of Angel without a second look.

****

“Its almost sunrise, where is he?” Buffy shrilled.

“Settle down Slayer, sure peaches just got involved in one of those bloody dusty books of his.” Spike said, throwing his leg over the side of the chair.

Different members of the scooby gang were sprawled through the apartment. Giles had gotten the bed due to his age, Anya and Xander were curled up on the couch, Willow was sitting with her legs crossed, lightly meditating, against the chair that Spike was reclining on.

“I don’t think so, something is wrong Spike!” Buffy just turned on her heel, her pacing becoming more frantic.

Willow opened her eyes. *Something is wrong. I feel...him.* She calmly took a breath.

“Buffy, how about we go look for Angel? Would that make you feel better?” She stated, not willing to inform the rest of the group on her emotions just yet.

“Yeah Wills, it would.” Buffy nodded, her eyes grateful to her best friend.

“You and I will go on a quick patrol, I’m sure Angel is fine, he’s a grown vamp.” The redhead smiled encouragingly.

Buffy grinned. “Yeah, I’m probably worrying over nothing.” She headed out the door, more than eager to set out.

“We’ll be back.” Willow commented, stretching.

Spike clenched his jaw. “Becareful Willow.” He said seriously, looking straight into her eyes.

Willow kissed him on his forehead. “I will.” She whispered, before heading out the door.

Spike closed his eyes for a moment savoring the feeling of her lips against his skin. It had been far too long for him. He just hoped when this was all over with, and that they could stop dancing around the past, that he might get the only redemption he ever sought and needed.

<Willow.> Spike moaned in his mind.

~Part: 9~

Willow rounded the trees of ‘Happy Hills Cemetary’, and almost tripped over a body.

*Angel!* Her mind registered, turning over the unconcious vampire.

*Oh good hes....well dead, but not dead. Uh...He’s still a member of the demon population?? No Wills that just sounds...shut up and take care of the situation Willow....oh right...*

The area had been vacant for a couple of hours as far as Willow could tell. She studied the ashy remains of a fire, her magical senses buzzing with the after trail of another witch’s casting.

*Very familiar...but..*

Angel moaned, bringing Willow back to present.

“Empty...quiet...noo.”

“C’mon Angel, lets get you back to the apartment.” She hefted the male onto her shoulders, rejoicing again in her Slayer-strength that allowed her to play the heroine. She made a mental note to come back to the cemetary later. The magical signature reeked of more that just a witch familiarity, but also, a certain vampire signature as well.

****

He had always dreamt of her, of the way she looked, of the way she fought. Demons below and Gods above he would have given anything to be on equal footing with her. He worshiped her though he was rebutted with everything but friendship.

Aiden ran his fingers through Willow’s hair as she slept, smiling slightly as she smiled contentedly in her sleep. Blood....red , a symbol that meant life to every vampire. He had lived in Brazil for a long time, turned long ago when the first Conquistadors came to the South Americas...and the demons came out of the caves. He dwelled there, a king of myth, lording over the rainforest, and the tribal peoples, demanding respect of the other demons that he tolerated. Until one day when a singing, dancing vampiress wandered into his hall, whispering tales of a red death that could tear the world apart.

The Master vampire did not know who Drusilla was then, but he came to know her very well. The Princess had been worshiped by many men, and they all turned from her for the same woman. She still dreamed a prophecy at night though, but by day, a tale of doom. The warring sides of good and evil couldn’t be maintained in a already insane woman’s mind. She wandered from the hall, just as she had come, to deystroy herself in the quiet, rainforest sunshine.

She had implanted dreams in the dark vampire’s mind. Dreams of conquest that were driven by his mortal memories. He would win this redhead, and deystroy the living world. Drusilla had spoke of darkness, and he would bring it. He would stop the light of the prophecy first though.

Aiden struggled and reached, straining to see inside Willow’s dreamscape, to search, to know if she suspected what was really going on. If she could sense Angelus, if she could sense her other self.

He gave up, his shoulders sagging, as he could not fight against the powers of the darker witch who had bound him.

Willow turned in her sleep, startling Aiden from his thoughts. He moved silently away from the sleeping bag, laying down on the rug beside her, content to be as close as possible to the witch that he wanted.

****

“Angel, please wake up.” Buffy pleaded, holding the vampire’s hand.

Angel had been unconcious since Willow had found him, and under the circumstances Giles had given up the comfort of Willow’s bed for the possibly injured vamp.

“He’s okay Buffy.” Willow noted from the doorway.

Buffy turned her red rimmed eyes to look at Willow. “I knew something was wrong.”

Willow nodded. “We gave him that blood so he should be waking up anytime.” She consoled.

Buffy nodded, and continued her vigil.

“Can you feel anything?” She asked quietly.

“What do you mean?” Willow asked. They never talked about Willow’s connection with Angelus. Never talked of how they loved, how they were....or the unspoken connection between the witch and the demon.

“Can you feel him? Is he allright, through your bond?” The other Slayer almost whispered.

Willow was shocked. *She must really be worried to ask about....* Angel had never bitten the blonde outside of the one time when he needed her blood to live. He had never established the connection that all vampires do to the ones they love.

“He’s fine.” Willow lied. To the contrary, Willow felt emptiness answer her mental tug on the blood call that she had once shared with the inert vampire.

“Good.” Buffy sighed, laying her head against Angel’s hand.

Willow stood, a silent vigil before turning on her heel. Anya and Xander had returned to their home to change and prepare for another long evening of research, Giles had opted to do the same. Spike was passed out on her couch, and Aiden still lay motionless on the carpet beside her sleeping bag.

The redhead tilted her face to the side. She felt emptiness from this irish vampire as well. Something definetly was not right in Sunnydale. Shrugging on her leather duster Willow headed out the door, determined to get some answers.

~Part: 10~

"Puppy is naughty!" Vampire Willow giggled, stretching her body luxuriantly against the sheets.

Angelus laughed, reaching for his leather pants at the edge of the bed. "C'mon Mistress, we have a Slayer or two to eat."

"Mmm....nummy treat." Vampire Willow sat up, her eyes glowing yellow. She kept up the innocent act for the benefit of the Master Vampire only. She was not an imbecile, and she would make sure that she endeared herself to him, just to secure his feelings for her. So, when she killed her human self, the vampire who had been her mate would remain only hers.

Vampire Willow resisted cackling.

"Puppy??" She truly missed the puppy in her world, alas; he had gotten himself staked by the Slayer...and just after he had turned back into his ruthless self.

The vampire resisted sighing. "Yes?" He didn't mind her nickname for him, it sounded almost like something that his human Willow would have called him.

"What shall we do?" Vamp Will sighed dramatically, sliding her body into the body-molding leather that she had been wearing when she had been summoned from her hellmouth.

"There are do-gooders to hunt." Angelus reminded her.

"Its daylight..." Vamp Willow reminded him.

"We could take the tunnels." Angelus reminded her. Honestly, she seemed so much like Dru at times.

"No...she is hunting us." The female vampire hissed.

"How do you know?" Angelus tilted the vamps face to his own, digging his fingertips into her porcelain flesh

"I feel her, inside, buzzing in my mind, our curious little bee...She knows that you are no longer in Angel....calls you through the blood bond...and you don't answer because you're not there...she feels my magic so like her own..." The female vampire twisted her arms above her head, her eyes shimmering into a metallic blackness as she spoke.

Angelus snarled. "This is too soon, she’ll figure it all out." He mused.

Vampire Willow stroked his face. "Shhh Puppy. It will be alright, I have an idea, Mummy will make it all alright." She giggled.

****

This was her own magic signature. Willow shook her head, not comprehending the meaning of the clues that she had been discovering. First, tracks that fit her feet perfectly, and then...Willow cursed.

It all made sense. Goddess be gracious, it had been in front of her the entire time.

"Fuck!" Willow cursed, heading back to the apartment, for once feeling unsafe in sunlight.

****

"Giles...the prophecy...it is us." Willow murmured.

"Explain."

"Read the prophecy." Willow asked.

Giles flipped open his notebook, his finger resting upon the page as he began to read.

"Kept from the flame, spurned by the fire, she shall weep alone, till deaths demon joins her as lover." He looked up expectantly.

Willow bit her bottom lip.

"Spike and I...loved each other, though he turned me away. Then, I cried, and I was hateful wishing vengeance on Spike by becoming Angelus's lover."

She motioned for Giles to continue.

"Bring restoration to a wrong held high, escape into darkness, from tormented eyes held by the Goddess above."

"I restored Angel's soul, because it was the right thing to do. Then I left Sunnydale in the night, called by the Goddess to do her will."

"All shall be brought to rights again, when she returns to hell upon Earth, love brought to equality." The former watcher read slowly.

"I've now returned to Sunnydale, perhaps that is setting everything right. Love is being brought equally? Perhaps that means Spike and I will be together, eventually."

"And the last part? 'From Darkness she returns flame to fire? Sun to night?'" Giles asked.

Willow looked sadly around the room, her friends staring at her expectantly. "I don't know." She whispered.

"What do you know?" Angel asked, leaning against Buffy in the doorway to Willow's bedroom.

"You're empty Angel. You are divided." Willow replied.

The paler than usual vampire slumped his shoulders. "I know."

"He isn't there." Willow whispered, more to herself than to anyone else.

"Who isn't?!" Spike demanded.

Willow felt tears gathering in her eyes, sad for what reason she didn't know. "Angelus. He's gone from Angel." She murmured.

Buffy's eyes widened inexplicably. "What?"

Willow looked up at her best friend, a single tear making its tract. "Angelus no longer resides in Angel. He's gone, and I'm...out there with him."

"What are you talking about?" Xander asked, pacing. Anya looked ill.

"Me, her, us...we're the same, well with one subtle difference, but its still me, and she's here again, but this time with him, and I don't know what to do!"

"She's babbling. Willow hasn't babbled in years." Xander looked fearfully at the Watcher.

"Willow, please, try to explain what you mean." Giles tried to get the redhead's attention.

Willow looked up at Giles, the familiar father figure that had been there for her, her entire life.

"The vampire me is here."

"WHAT?!"

"The spell that Xander witnessed brought her from the other dimension. I felt her being torn from my own body, as well as her being joined as she returned to this plane. We pulled apart, merged, and then were separate. Angel experienced the same thing, except his demon was pulled from his body."

"Angel's human?" Buffy asked.

"No," Giles murmured. "The spell just separated the evil, Angel is still a vampire, but without the evil of the demon." He comprehended at last.

"We're being hunted. They want our world." Anya interjected.

Willow nodded. "Yes." She swallowed the lump in her throat.

Spike cursed, glaring at his Sire. "Always goes back to you, you bloody poofter, always have to have my Red, always have to end the world like its your bloody duty!"

"Spike..." Willow murmured. She looked ready to break down.

Spike returned to her side, encircling her in the safety of his arms. "Well no more! I'm not puttin' up with any of it anymore." He vowed.

~Part: 11~

"Why is it always the hell mouth?" Angelus asked, as he and Vampire Willow observed the vampires digging out the abandoned library.

"Mmm, perilous power hums from this point. We need that power to solidify our existence. Never ending darkness, never have to worry about the sunlight scorching us, never to worry about anything...."

"Except if we'll have enough food." Angelus interupted.

"Are you always so gloomy?" Willow snapped.

Angelus looked at her in surprise, gone was the slightly lucid lusty vampire. Instead the female looked plainly pissed.

"Huh?" Angelus responded very male-ly.

"I came from the other dimension, bound the witch that tried to harness me, wrench you from your soul into your own body, be your sex kitten, and WHAT DO I GET? COMPLAINING!" Willow turned, slapping the Master Vampire upside the head.

"Mistress." Angelus warned.

Willow vamped out, snarling, landing a harsh punch against his temple, and sent him to the concrete.

Angelus' eyes yellowed. He leapt up and sucker-punched the female vampire.

"You had yer reasons din't cha lass? Tired of having a puppy, ya needed a wolf."

Willow wiped her jaw, spitting out blood. "A dog is a dog." She spat, kicking his legs from beneath him.

Angelus hit the torn up concrete again, his head slapping against the pavement, beginning to bleed. "Bitch." he hissed.

Willow stood. "You like it that way baby." She growled.

Angelus launched himself up, landing on top of the vampra. He wrenched her neck open to him sinking his teeth into her flesh marking her with feral intensity.

Willow gasped holding his head to her neck bucking her hips up against him.

"I know which way I like it." He hissed, wrenching her pants down, unzipping his fly and slamming into her.

"Oh goddess, you know it." The female cried out.

****

The punching bag sailed across the room.

~Jimmy wanted her the moment that she stumbled his way
with a cocktail in her hand she knew how she'd win the game....
they were beautiful in all the right places
she keeps her rendezvous with soap opera faces
she started rumors that were driving him crazy
he couldn't stop the things they'd say
And they live for passion, love and pain
in a rage of jealousy and fame
and they watch their dreams go up in flames....
Castles burning...in the dead of night....
castles burning...in the dead of night....~

Spike watched the lover of his past furiously attacking the prone objects about the room, burning with an intensity that made him afraid.

"Willow what are you doing?" He asked, lighting a smoke.

"Training." She gasped, looking like she was in pain from holding back her tears. She began kicking harder and harder at the stuffed dummy before lopping its head off with a knife she had concealed in her boot.

"Your already well-trained luv."

"I've seen the evil inside of me! I am a part of that evil! Just as I have been a part of Angelus! I know how we could destroy, I know what we hate, and I must stop it!! I have to!!" She cried out, flipping backwards, stabbing the knife into the back of the dummy, ripping its fabric to the wood, kicking the training object to the floor, its stuffing rolling across the concrete, breezing into the air.

"No you don't." Spike stated simply.

Willow looked at him through the haze of pillow stuffing that blew around them.

"What did you say?" She gasped.

"No. You. Don't. Willow, dammit, I'm here, we're all here, we will fight together."

Willow let the tears slip finally. "Will we be strong enough?" She mumbled.

Spike took her in his arms, her emotionally exhausted state allowing him close. He just let her cry.

"We will find out luv.." He whispered.

"What if we find out that we can't fight it?" Willow whispered, the strong Slayer mask giving way to the once insecure girl.

"Then my unlife has been so much better because of you." Spike said softly.

Willow pushed herself away from his chest looking into the Big Bad's eyes. She searched for lies; she searched for ulterior motives.

"Let me love you Willow." Spike asked.

Willow stepped back, clutching her knife to her chest. "When the castle is done burning Spike, when our siege is over. Please..."

Spike clenched his jaw. "I may be eternal pet, but I don't have a soul, and I can't go through hell for much longer." He said tersely, walking out into the night.

Willow threw the dummy's head across the room, her chest heaving.

****

Buffy watched Willow leave the warehouse, her fingertips resting against the cool glass.

"Be strong Willow," she murmured.

Buffy glanced over her shoulder, making sure Angel was resting. It was four a.m., and the darkest part of the night. Angel had attempted to make love to her, to bring her thoughts away from the battle they faced, both within and outside their intimate circle. She still worried, despite his love. The Slayer sighed, seeking the bed and her lover's arms.

****

Willow stalked through the streets, looking for a fight, looking for something. She stuffed her hands deeper into her coat, feeling the unlined leather stroke her skin in what she could consider affection.

It was always her damned emotional constipation that fucked her up royally. Just when she wanted to love, and be loved, she couldn't. Cursing, the Wiccan Slayer kicked a rock clear across the park she had entered.

"Ow! Fuckin' 'ell!"

"Spike?" Willow called, something inside of her rejoicing.

"Nah love, not the bleached blunder." Aiden rubbed his shoulder where the Slayer-powered rock clearly made contact.

"Sorry." Willow apologized.

"What has ye up ‘n about this time o' night Wisp?" Aiden asked, not minding at all the little time he spent alone with the woman he loved.

"Can't sleep, must slay." Willow smiled softly. Even when she was younger, and not a Slayer, she would be up at all hours of the evening, just because she couldn't sleep. There were reasons she was so academically proficient.

"Want some company?" Aiden asked hopefully.

"Not really." Willow said quietly. She looked at her friend and partner, not liking at all the way he felt. "Are you alright?" She asked.

Aiden was startled. "What do you mean?"

Willow took a deep breath. "You don't feel right. Normally you have this...tinge about you, and now, well, its gone."

Aiden froze, his hair standing on end in a way that hadn't for hundreds of years. He felt oddly remorseful for lying to her, for betraying her...for reasons that she would never understand, at least not now.

Willow looked at him intently, watching the emotions play across his face. She felt ill all of a sudden, the feeling that something had horribly gone wrong, and she had never been told. She reached out with her magical senses, looking for anything to be still her thoughts.

"Your not there." She whispered. Willow went rigid. "What the hell have you done?!" She growled.

*****

Spike felt her long before he even saw her. Even when he finally grasped her lithe form with his predator’s eyes, he could not believe that she was real.

Intense grace focused upon only one thing; the kill. A beauty that seemed porcelain and priceless.

The perfect mate for any vampire, except him.

She rejoiced in the carnage she had created at the college fraternity party. Even now, as she licked her fingers clean of blood and entrails, she rearranged a body here, there, enjoying her work.

"My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
th' uncertain sickly appetite to please.
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
and frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
my thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
at random from the truth vainly expressed:
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
who are as black as hell, as dark as night."

The softly spoken words entranced Spike, wormed their way within his mind, forming images that he remembered, creating lusts that he thought he had learned to control. It wasn't until he felt pain explode through his body that the vampire realized; he had been staring deeply into the vampire Willow's eyes.

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