Angel stayed with Buffy until they reached her house. They stood at the
end of the drive in awkward silence.

"Thanks, Angel," Buffy smiled. "We haven't done patrol together in too
long."

"No, we haven't. Anyway, the streets seem to be relatively normal," his
easy tone belied the intense relief he felt at not having run into
Spike and Willow.

"I guess I've just been letting everything get to me. Oz leaving to
tour with the band, Xander getting married." She laughed softly,
"Staking vampires I can handle. It's stuff like careers and weddings
that drive me over the edge."

Angel grinned, "Demons are the normal routine. Normal life is abnormal
for you."

"Can you come in for awhile?" she asked.

Angel knew his refusal would hurt, but insinuating any other
possibility would only end up hurting her more.

"I'd better not. The sun will be up in a few hours," he told her.

Buffy tried to hide her disappointment, "Right. Well, I'll see you
again, soon."

Angel waited until the door closed and a light came on in the window
before he turned and left the yard. Time to track down Sunnydale's
prodigals.
***
"Willow, it's getting late," Spike warned her.

"I know. Just a few more minutes," she said. "How much longer can they
be? I mean, what could they possibly be doing all this time?"

Spike looked at her incredulously.

"Xander? You think?" Willow's eyes widened in amazement. "Who would've
thought he was capable?"

Spike laughed and pulled her close to him, "Fifteen more minutes, luv,
and then we're out of here."

"That's them!" Willow squealed as Xander's car slowed in front of the
curb across the street.

The vampires watched as the man kissed his lady and opened the front
door for her. They talked for a few minutes before he kissed her once
more and returned to his car.

"Guess he can't get it up more than once a night," Willow said.

"Come on, pet," Spike chuckled. "Let's get what we came for."
***
Acquiring Kirsten Martin had been ridiculously easy, a knock on her
door and a hard fist to her jaw when the careless woman moved out onto
the doorstep.

Willow looked down at Xander's fiancee as she lay on the bed, her hands
and feet securely bound.

"How long do you suppose she'll be like that?" Willow asked.

"Well, pet, you hit her pretty hard," Spike grinned. "I think it'll be
a few hours before she comes around."

Willow shook her head impatiently, "You're probably right."

"In the meantime," Spike whispered and drew her to him. "Let's find
something to do."

Willow's mouth met his as his hands undid the buttons on her shirt and
drew it off her shoulders.

"Here?" she asked reluctantly.

Spike chuckled, "Going modest on me, luv?"

Willow laughed, "I wonder if she'd enjoy a floorshow."

"I don't think she's in any condition to enjoy anything," Spike
replied.

"She'd better enjoy oblivion while it lasts because she won't be
experiencing it again for a long time," Willow said.

"Shut up, baby," Spike ordered and drew her lips back to his.

Willow's hands moved under his shirt and clutched at his cold chest.
Spike stepped back to sweep it up over his head and drop it onto the
floor. Willow moved close to him and reached for the fastening on his
jeans. He helped her remove them and watched appreciatively as she
bared her pale body to him.

She knelt in front of him and ran her tongue along his erection. He
moaned and placed his hands on her head as she drew him into her mouth
to suck him until his shaft throbbed with desire.

Spike pushed her away and sunk down to face her. He lowered her gently
back to the floor and trailed kisses along her inner thigh. The scent
of her arousal was intoxicating. His tongue lapped at the entrance to
her pussy, and she arched her hips into him. He placed strong hands on
either thigh and held her still as his tongue continued its tormenting
assault.

A whimper escaped from Willow's mouth as he sucked her swollen clit. He
thrust his tongue into her sopping channel. Her muscles contracted as
her juices filled his mouth. He lapped at them, and Willow's hands
moved to his shoulders.

"Please, Spike," she murmured as her body writhed below him.

He raised himself up and drove into her. Her eyes flew open and stared
into his as he pistoned into her, bringing her to the very brink of
satisfaction and holding her there.

"Please," she whispered as she drove herself onto his hard cock.

Spike moved his lips to her breast and bit just above the nipple He
lapped at the trickle of blood. She moaned his name as he came inside
her. A strangled cry broke from her agonized body as he withdrew
himself fully from her. He pinned her arms above her head and thrust
savagely into her. Willow's eyes squeezed shut and her body shook with
the force of her orgasm.

She lay trembling under him as he kissed her, whispering soft
reassurances. Still firmly embedded in her, he raised his head and
offered his throat to her.

Willow's fangs sunk in, and she drank hungrily as Spike brushed the
hair from her forehead. Her fangs retracted as her human features
replaced the demon's. His mouth returned to hers, sucking the last
traces of blood from her lips. Spike pulled out of her and raised her
up off the floor, cradling her body in his arms, and carried her to
their bed.
***
"Is she awake?" Willow asked as evening settled in around them.

Spike looked up at his childe and pulled her down onto his lap.

"Very nearly. I heard a few moans when I checked on her a few minutes
ago," he said.

"Oh, good! Remind me not to hit so hard next time," she said as she
kissed him.

"What are you planning on doing with her?" Angel asked from the door
that lead out onto the patio.

Willow wriggled off Spike's lap, and they stood to face the unwelcome
guest.

"Willow, you can't do this," Angel told her.

"Of course I can!" she replied. "Xander deserves it."

"But she doesn't. Let her go," he said.

"How did you know where she was?" Willow asked.

Angel shrugged, "It didn't take a lot of thought. You two were no where
to be found last night. Kirsten vanished without a word. Where else
would she be?"

Spike's eyes followed Willow as she walked over to Angel, "I just want
to play with her. I'm not going to kill her--I don't think."

"Drive her crazy, is that what you intend to do?" Angel looked over at
Spike. "We've been there before. Do you really want to be responsible
for turning her into that?"

Spike smirked, "We're not creating another Dru. The woman's human, and
not too bright at that."

"You don't know what she is," Angel's voice was low and cold.

"How intelligent can she be? She fell in love with Xander," Willow
grinned.

"You loved him, too, once," Angel reminded her.

"I was young and foolish," she argued.

Angel took her hand, "Willow, don't do this. I understand your desire
to hurt them, but it won't accomplish anything. It won't make you feel
better."

"Want to bet?" she asked.

"She hasn't done anything to you. She doesn't even know who you are.
Let her go," Angel said.

He looked into her eyes, searching for the trace of kindness he knew
was hidden away behind the demon's wrath.

Spike walked up behind Willow and pulled her away, "Get the hell out of
here. If Willow wants her revenge, she'll have it."

Angel ignored her sire, "Willow, you don't want to do this."

A flicker of uncertainty passed over her eyes, "I don't know."

"Yes, you do. Give her to me. I'll get her away from here, take her
home, before she realizes where she is."

"She's seen us," Spike told him.

"How much does she know?" Angel asked.

"Not much," Willow answered. "She's been unconscious since we took
her."

"All right, then. Let me get her out of here, Willow. Please."

"You're unbelievable!" Spike growled. "They drove Willow away from
here. They put her through hell! They've got what's coming to them."

"I know what they did," Angel snapped. "I'm the one who helped you get
her away from it, or had you forgotten? That woman had nothing to do
with any of it."

"Stop it, both of you!" Willow demanded. "Angel, go away."

He shook his head, "Not without her. She's a complete innocent."

"No one's completely innocent," Willow said.

"You were," he replied softly. "Innocent enough to drag a demon out of
hell, remember?"

She looked up at him, "I remember."

Angel place his hand on her cheek, "Trust me, Willow."

"I'm not that girl anymore," she whispered.

"Part of you is. Listen to her. Let me take Kirsten out of here."

Willow drew his hand away from her face and held it in hers, "All
right. Take her."

"Baby--" Spike said.

She turned to him, "No, he's right. It isn't the woman I want. It's
them."

"Who gives a damn, as long as they're hurt?" he asked.

"Spike, please," she begged.

He pulled her away from Angel's reach and wrapped two possessive arms
around her.

"Take the bitch and get out," he glared at Angel.

End.

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