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~Part: 1~

Angel groaned softly as cool, slender fingers wrapped themselves around his aching cock. They applied soft pressure, squeezing him just enough to make the dark vampire’s head spin. A cool tongue flicked across his head before his length was surrounded by a very talented mouth. He opened his eyes and stared down at the redhaired woman whose head continued to bob up and down on his cock. As if she could feel him watching her, the redhead opened her eyes to stare back at him. Angel groaned at the obvious lust in her eyes. She slid her mouth back, allowing his cock to spring free of her lips. She licked her lips once, and her green eyes melted into amber. Full, moist lips pulled back in an evil grin as her vampiric visage emerged completely.

“Angel?”

The voice woke Angel abruptly. He glanced around his bedroom frantically, but he was alone. It was just another dream, not unlike the ones he’d had back in Sunnydale. What he couldn’t understand was why he’d suddenly be having them again.

“Angel?” the voice called again.

This time, Angel recognized it and swore silently to himself. He wondered what had brought the object of his current fantasy to LA and why she had had to show up at such an inopportune time. “Willow? Is that you?” he called, trying to stall for time.

“Yeah. Are you okay? Where are you?” the redhead asked.

“I’m downstairs. But, uh, don’t come down here. Just give me a minute.” Angel tried desperately to rid his mind and body of the images from his dream. He swore silently as he stuggled to zip his pants over his raging hard on, hoping the redhead wouldn’t notice the large bulge. Digging through a pile of clothes, he threw on a shirt to help disguise his arousal and headed up the stairs.

Willow glanced around the lobby of the historic building, marveling at its size and beauty. It reminded her more of Angelus than Angel, though.
Angelus always had more flair and style than his souled counterpart, and he had obviously loved living a prosperous unlife. Of course, he was also an evil bastard. But that was part of what had made him so irresistibly sexy. She would deny it if anyone ever asked, but the danger and mystery of the dark vampire was something the redhead had fantasized about frequently. Lately, her attentions had shifted to yet another bad boy type, but she shook her head to clear it of the inevitable sadness that such a line of thought would produce.

“Hey Willow. What are you doing here?” Angel asked. Willow turned around, a slight blush rising up over her cheeks.

Just fantasizing about your evil self and Spike, she thought silently. “Um, Cordelia called me. She’s worried about you. I, I came to see if there was
anything I could do for you.”

Angel’s mind instantly conjured up images of forcing the redhead to her knees to suck his still hard cock. But that thought was quickly replaced by anger at the ex-cheerleader. “Cordelia sent you to check up on me, did she? I’m surprised she doesn’t call for a spell restoration every time I do something she doesn’t like.”

Willow took an unconscious step back at the coldness that crept into the dark vampire’s eyes. Her heart began to beat a little faster, but she reminded herself that he still had his soul. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” she said, sounding more confident than she felt.

Angel’s eyes flickered amber for a moment before he broke the redhead’s gaze and collapsed into a nearby chair. Willow pulled up a chair across from him and sat down. “Talk to me, Angel,” she pleaded softly.

Angel sighed deeply and lifted his eyes to glance at the redhead. “I’ve just been under a lot of stress lately,” he admitted.

Willow nodded. “I heard about Darla. Cordy told me. I’m so sorry about what happened.”

Angel shrugged. “Sometimes I feel like the PTB’s get their kicks by jerking me around. It gets old after a while.”

Willow opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again when she realized she didn’t know what to say.

The two sat quietly for several minutes before Angel broke the silence. “Look, you must be tired. I know it’s late for you. Why don’t you sleep here tonight? We can talk in the morning.”

Willow nodded and stood. She had gotten up early for classes and the stress of worrying about Angel had worn her down. It was even more difficult having kept it to herself, not wanting to concern Buffy when the blonde already had so many more things to worry about.

“There’s a bedroom made up. First door on the right at the top of the stairs,” Angel was saying.

“What are you going to do?” the redhead asked.

“Just a quick patrol. Then I’ve got some thinking to do.”

“Okay. Good night, Angel.”

“Good night, Willow.”

The dark-haired vampire watched her ascend the stairs. He ignored his demon’s whispered suggestions to follow her upstairs. He blocked out its description of how her creamy white skin would look as she peeled off the layers of her baggy clothes and revealed the womanly figure concealed beneath. Shaking his head to clear his mind, Angel grabbed his duster and headed out into the night to release some of his pent up frustrations on his fellow demons.

**********

As Angel dusted another vampire, his mind drifted back to the redhead at the hotel. She was undoubtedly asleep now, laying alone in a bed that would easily accommodate his own frame as well. Angel swore and let out a frustrated growl. No one knew that the redhead was the real reason he had left Sunnydale. After seeing how glorious she could be as a vampire, his demon had wanted nothing more than to take the young woman and make her into his childe. The demon wanted to break her, to teach about pain and pleasure, to hear her screaming his name. It had finally become
too difficult to fight, so Angel had removed himself from the source of his temptation. Now, however, his temptation had come to him.

**********

Willow lay awake, unable to sleep with all the questions buzzing in her mind. She realized that Cordelia had been right to worry about the dark
vampire. In the few minutes she had talked to him, Willow had seen glimpses of Angelus peeking through the vampire’s carefully controlled demeanor. It was the eyes that were different. Angelus’ eyes were cold and calculating. A shiver passed down the redhead’s spine, and she suddenly found herself unable to determine if it was fear or excitement that caused it.

**********

Darla stood on the roof of a nearby building wondering about the redhead she had seen entering the Hotel Hyperion earlier. Whoever she was, it was clear that her arrival had upset Angel considering the way he was now tearing through the city with a vengeance. Behind her on the rooftop, Drusilla was singing softly to herself, staring up at the stars. “Dru, my darling, tell me about the girl who was here earlier.”

Dru stopped her singing to regard her childe. “She’s still there, lovey. All safe and snug in her little bed, waiting for Daddy to come back. Silly little
tree doesn’t know how much Daddy wants to eat her all up. It’s made him very cross, hasn’t it?”

A smile crept over the blonde’s face at the dark vampiress’ comment. “So, Daddy wants to eat her up, does he?” she mused. “Perhaps we should beat him to it.”

**********

A sound from beside the bed woke Willow instantly. “Angel?” she called softly.

“Not quite, dear,” Darla replied as she turned on the lamp. Willow drew in a terrified breath at the site of Darla standing over her, Drusilla looking over the blonde’s shoulder. Willow screamed as the blonde vampire attacked her, then everything went black.

**********

It was almost dawn by the time Angel returned to the hotel. He was exhausted and bloody as he stumbled into the lobby and collapsed into a chair. Every time he’d thought about coming back to the hotel, his demon had conjured up images of the redhead and what it wanted to do to her. That had been enough to keep Angel on the streets until the first rays of sunshine began to threaten. He only hoped he was now exhausted enough to sleep peacefully. Angel cast a glance towards the stairway to the redhead’s room before slipping down the steps to the quiet of his own bedroom.

Thankfully, Angel slept without dreams. It was mid afternoon by the time he awoke, feeling surprisingly rested. He showered and dressed leisurely, wondering whether or not Willow would be around. As he climbed the steps to the lobby, he was surprised to hear nothing. No sounds of movement, no sign of life. He ran up the remaining few steps and found himself in an utterly deserted lobby.

“Willow?” he called. There was no answer. Angel ran up to her room, taking the stairs two at a time. “Willow!” he called again before breaking down her door. He jumped back in surprise as sunlight poured in from an open window. The room was empty, except for a small blood stain on the sheets. Angel recognized the scent instantly. It was Willow’s. His demon roared in outrage that someone would have taken what it saw as his as his soul despaired over what could have happened to the redhead.

Suddenly, he heard the phone ringing downstairs. He raced down to catch it, reaching the receiver just before the answering machine picked up. “Hello?” he barked into the receiver.

“Um, hi. It’s Cordy. I want to talk to Willow.”

“Not right now. She’s, she’s in the shower and can’t come to the phone,” Angel lied. He didn’t want the ex-cheerleader interfering with his attempts to find the redhead.

“O-kay. Well, have her call me when she gets out.”

The line clicked dead in Angel’s hand. He hung up the receiver and began to pace angrily. He knew that his demon was close to the surface, but at the moment it didn’t seem to matter. “Besides,” he rationalized to himself, “the demon might be better off trying to find her if she was taken by supernatural forces.”

The phone rang again an instant later. He snatched it up and growled, “I’ll have Willow call you.”

“Why do that, my darling boy? I can talk to her right here,” Darla cooed into the phone. She glanced towards the bed where a terrified Willow was chained spread eagle. The redhead didn’t notice her, however. She was too busy watching Drusilla pace back and forth at the foot of the bed.

“Can I taste her now, grandmummy?” Dru whispered softly.

“Of course you can taste her.”

Angel heard the redhead scream on the other end. “Willow!” he bellowed.

“Can you hear her screaming, Angelus? It’s absolutely delicious. And you should smell the scent of her fear. It’s positively intoxicating.” Angel heard a series of whimpers, followed by a soft sobbing. “I must go now, Angelus. I’m afraid Drusilla won’t leave a bite for me if I don’t join her soon.”

Angel screamed to the empty lobby as the line went dead. He ripped the phone from the wall and threw it against a wall where it shattered into pieces. He screamed again before collapsing to his knees. He remained still for several moments before drawing in a ragged, unnecessary breath. He had to find her. He had to hope that he wouldn’t be too late. The dark vampire cast a glance towards the lobby doors as shadows began to creep across the floor. They couldn’t have gone far. He would find her, one way or another.
 

~Part: 2~

Willow screamed again and thrashed against the chains holding her. She sobbed and pleaded with her captors to be released.

“Shhh, lovey,” Drusilla murmured. “Daddy will be here soon and then we’ll all be free to play as much as we want.”

“Please, please let me go,” Willow begged. Her breath came in great gulps and gasps.

“But we’re having such fun with you,” Darla replied. She trailed a hand up the redhead’s naked thigh, lightly skimming the bite marks Drusilla had made there. “And you’re having such fun with us, aren’t you?” Darla ran her fingers through the redhead’s soft curls before sliding a slender finger into the mortal’s wet channel.

“No, please stop. Please don’t,” Willow begged. But her body betrayed her, responding to the vampiress’ skillful fingers.

Drusilla smiled as she watched her childe bend her face to the young woman’s sex. Drusilla captured the redhead’s lips with her own, swallowing her soft whimpers.

**********

Angel raced through the streets. Somehow he knew instinctively where to go to find his childer. He surrendered himself completely to his demonic senses, letting them guide the path of his rapid footsteps. As he reached the front of the building, he could sense the presence of both Drusilla and Darla. They were close by, but probably not in the building itself. But Angel knew that Willow was there. He only hoped she was still alive.

Angel burst through the door and raced up the stairs. At the top, he broke down the door and stood in stunned silence.

Willow was alive, but unconscious. She lay chained to the bed. Her pajamas hung around her in tatters, leaving her essentially naked. Bite marks covered her inner thighs and breasts. The air was thick with the combined scents of blood, sex, and fear. Angel staggered back in shock at the sight before him. The demon part of him roared at him to take the redhead, to make her scream for him the way she had screamed for his childer.

Angel closed his eyes and took several unnecessary breaths before opening his eyes again. He moved slowly towards the bed, trying to resist watching the redhead’s pert breasts as they rose and fell with each breath. He tried to ignore the smell of sex that permeated the air. The redhead was covered with the scent of his childer and, Angel suddenly realized, the scent of her own arousal. He groaned softly and moved towards the chains binding her wrists. Angel glanced cautiously towards her neck, and noticed a tiny rivulet of blood flowing across her pale skin. Before he could stop himself, Angel found himself bending to capture the fluid in his mouth. As his cool lips contacted her heated skin, the redhead arched
unconsciously towards him. As her sweet blood hit his tongue, Angel suddenly realized that he was lost.

He felt as if he was watching a movie of himself, unable to control his actions. Angel bit into the redhead’s neck softly. Her whimper only seemed to
urge his demon on further. The scent of her fear assailed his senses, washing over him in a tidal wave of desire. His hands found her nipples and he worried the hard nubs with his fingers. Willow’s back arched, pressing her firm breasts into his palms. Angel bent his head to lick and suck at one nipple, savoring the slight taste of blood combined with sweat.

He felt hands on him, slowly undressing him. But Angel couldn’t tear himself away from the redhead. He covered her body with kisses and soft bites, licking the wounds left by the two vampiresses. He felt his pants pulled down past his knees and finally lifted amber eyes to stare at Drusilla and Darla.

“Take her, Angelus,” Darla whispered softly.

Angel’s soul screamed in defiance, but it had lost control of his body. The dark vampire slipped completely out of his clothes and positioned himself
between the redhead’s spread legs. He brushed the head of his engorged cock across her wet slit. Willow’s eyes fluttered open briefly before closing
once more.

Irritated at her apparent disinterest, the dark vampire slammed his full length into her. The redhead’s eyes flew open and her mouth opened in a
loud wail. The dark vampire withdrew slightly before slamming into her again.

Willow had hovered on the brink of consciousness, weakened by blood loss and a lack of sleep. The vampiresses had kept her awake almost constantly, teasing and touching and biting her until she could no longer find the strength to beg them to stop. But suddenly, she was fully awake. She stared up into the amber eyes of the dark-haired man above her. Her body screamed in agony from the sudden intrusion, and Willow felt as if she would be split in two. She dimly wondered if this was some hallucination, an acting out of her darkest fantasies in a delirious state. Although if certainly felt real. Regardless of the situation, the redhead was too far gone to do anything but surrender to it. “Angelus,” she gasped, “yes.”

The vampire was startled. He had expected her to beg him, but he had expected it to be a plea for him to stop. He stopped moving suddenly and stared into the glassy eyes of the redhead.

“The little tree wants Daddy, too,” Drusilla said softly beside him.

The demon smiled down at the redhead beneath him. He began to move slowly, easing his length carefully out of her sopping canal before slowly sliding back in. Beneath him, Willow groaned and allowed her head to lull backwards. Her eyes fluttered closed again for a moment until the dark vampire jerked her head up to look at him.

“Look at me,” he commanded. He supported the young woman’s head as he began to move inside her once more. Her soft whimpers of pain and pleasure were music to the vampire’s ears. He growled softly at how tight and hot her body was around him. He began to speed up his thrusts, practically driving the redhead into the mattress with each stroke. He heard Willow’s heart speed up, heard her breathing becoming more shallow.
“Tell me who I am, Willow,” he growled.

“Angelus,” the redhead breathed. She felt him slam into her once more, felt his cold seed spilling inside her. She screamed as her own orgasm washed over her. She was dimly aware of him bending back her head and biting into her neck. Just before blackness overcame her, she felt her mouth filled with a thick, coppery fluid. She swallowed instinctively and her eyes fluttered closed in death.

A soft clapping erupted from behind Angelus, and he craned his neck to glance at his insane childe. “Daddy’s back for good now,” she exclaimed.

“Yes, princess. I am.” Angelus moved off the redhead’s still form and stood the two vampiresses. “But you shouldn’t have taken her. I’m very unhappy that you both had her before I did. You’ll have to be reminded of your places.”

Darla smiled wickedly. She knew her darling boy was finally back home.

“Spankings all around?” Drusilla asked expectantly.

“Oh yes, princess.” Angelus drew the two into a tight hug, his lips curling back in a feral grin. “Spankings all around.”

**********

“Why is it taking her so long to wake up?” Angelus growled. He had been pacing over the gravesite for over an hour, waiting for his redheaded childe to awaken.

“Patience, Angelus,” Darla soothed. “She was already weak when you turned her. She just needs a little more time.”

“I don’t have time!” he snarled angrily. The dark vampire knew that if his ex-secretary didn’t hear from the redhead soon, she would come looking for him with Gunn and Wesley. And Angelus didn’t want anyone to know he was back. At least, not yet.

“Sister is waking up,” Dru said softly. Angelus stopped his pacing and waited anxiously. They had buried the redhead in a shallow grave in an old,
almost forgotten cemetery. Angelus hadn’t wanted anything to interfere with his new childe’s arrival, so he had selected the most secluded location he could find. Finally, a pale hand broke through the earth, quickly followed a mass of red hair and a pale body dressed in white.

“Willow, my darling,” Angelus purred, stepping towards the redhead.

She turned wild eyes to stare at him. “Angel?” she whispered softly.

Angelus growled at the use of his souled counterpart’s name. The sound sent the redhead stumbling backwards.

“Angelus?” Willow stared at the dark vampire and his two companions. “What, what happened?” She glanced down at the upturned earth and let out a small cry.

“Come here, Willow,” Angelus commanded.

“I’m dead,” she stammered. “You killed me.”

“I made you my childe, Willow. Now come here.” Angelus was growing ever more irritated by his childe’s strange behavior.

“No,” Willow muttered, shaking her head. “No!” she screamed before running as fast as her legs would carry her in the opposite direction.

Angelus started after her, but he was stopped by Drusilla’s cold hand on his arm. “Sister wants to run away, but she can’t stay away from her daddy. She’ll always come back to her daddy.”

“Dru is right,” Darla assured him. “She won’t be able to stay away from you, from us.”

“She is too young to be out alone,” Angelus argued.

“She is young, but she is strong already. She will come back,” Darla whispered.

Angelus growled in frustration. “Then I will be waiting for her at the hotel,” he said turning on his heels.

“Poor Daddy,” Dru murmured. “He’s very cross that his little tree ran away.”

“Perhaps we’ll have to comfort him,” Darla said, taking Dru’s hand and following the dark vampire back to the hotel.
 

~Part: 3~

“I said not now, Darla,” Angelus barked as the blonde attempted to seduce him once more.  He shoved her away roughly and steepled his hands beneath his chin.

“Poor grandmummy,” Dru said.  “Daddy has a new favorite.”  She giggled insanely before moving to wrap Darla in her arms.  “Princess still loves her,
though.”

“Is this how it’s going to be, Angelus?” Darla demanded angrily.  She was furious that anyone could usurp her position in Angelus’ life.

“Calm down, Darla.  You already know how to hunt and what your position is.  Willow has to be taught all of that.”

“It’s alright, lovey.  The stars say everything will be okay after the little tree comes back.”

“She’s here,” Angelus said, suddenly.  “Get out, both of you.”

Dru dragged the blonde behind her, disappearing up the stairs.

Willow stumbled up the steps to the hotel, wondering why she had felt an overwhelming urge to return.  Her mind still struggled with what had happened.  She remembered being kidnapped by Drusilla and Darla.  She remembered Angelus.  She remembered darkness.  But she couldn’t understand what was happening to her now. She could feel and hear the demon inside her screaming for blood, but she couldn’t bring herself to feed. She needed answers first.

“Welcome home, Willow,” Angelus said softly as the redhead staggered towards him.

“Angelus?” Willow murmured.  “What is happening?”

Angelus was surprised by the redhead’s confusion. “Tell me what you’re feeling,” he coaxed gently.  He took the redhead into his arms and stroked her hair softly.

“I, I was scared, so I ran.  But then I had to come back here.  I didn’t know why, I just did.”

“It’s the bond that draws you back to your sire,” Angelus explained.

“You,” Willow stated softly.  Angelus nodded.  “Why?” she asked.

“Why what?  Why did I kill you or why did I turn you?”

“Both.”

“I couldn’t stop myself.  Even Soulboy could barely resist you.  You’re the real reason he left Sunnydale.  He couldn’t stand the temptation anymore.  I’ve wanted you as my childe since I saw your vampire counterpart.  And he was getting tired of fighting me.”

Willow nodded, trying to let that information sink in.  Angelus wanted her.

“Willow,” Angelus whispered softly.  The sound of her name on his lips sent shivers down the redhead’s spine.  She stared up into her sire’s face, unaware that her eyes had turned amber.  “You want me, don’t you?”

Willow nodded unconsciously.  She was mesmerized by the way the vampire’s lips moved when he spoke.

“You want the darkness, don’t you?”  Again, Willow nodded.  “You have to embrace it, Willow.  You have to feed.”

“I, I can’t,” the redhead pleaded softly.

Angelus’s eyes grew amber in rage.  “You can and you will.”  He backhanded her and watched in quiet amusement as her vampiric features finally emerged for the first time.  “For now, you can feed from me.  But you will learn to hunt tomorrow or you will starve to death.”

Willow stared at her sire warily.  Inside, her demon screamed at her to feed, begged her to sink her teeth into the smooth skin of her sire’s neck.

“Drink, my childe,” Angelus whispered softly.  He pulled the redhead to him and forced her mouth to his throat.  He groaned as he felt her teeth pierce his skin, felt her suckle hungrily at his neck.  The redhead let out an answering moan as the rich blood filled her mouth.

Willow was awash in sensations she had never felt before.  The experience of drinking from Angelus, from her sire, was more powerful than she could have every imagined.  What was more, she found that it aroused her more than she could have imagined.  She gasped as the dark vampire shredded the thin material of her burial shroud and squeezed her breasts.

Willow withdrew from her sire’s neck, the red of his blood still coating her lips.  She let out a ragged breath as she saw the desire in Angelus’ gaze.

“Even more beautiful than I dreamed,” he murmured softly.  He moved towards her, backing her up towards the desk.  He picked the redhead up and sat her on the hard wooden surface.  He cupped her firm breasts in both hands and stooped to suck and nip at them.  He growled softly as she whimpered under his touch.  She gasped as he bit her suddenly, tasting their combined blood.  She whimpered again as he drew back, leaving her temporarily neglected.

Angelus dropped into the chair behind the desk.  “Come here, Willow,” he beckoned.  Willow obediently hopped off the desk and stood before her sire.  He jerked her to her knees in front of him and waited.

Willow smiled wickedly at him.  She reached for his zipper, lowering it slowly and carefully withdrawing his hard cock.  Her hand curled around him and began to stroke him slowly.  Angelus leaned back and closed his eyes.  He felt the redhead’s tongue sweep across his head before slowly sucking him into her mouth. The dark vampire groaned as the redhead’s lips wrapped around him and applied gentle pressure.  He glanced down at her and smiled.  This time was no dream.

Willow felt her sire staring at her and opened her amber eyes to look up at him.  She pulled away, allowing his cock to spring free of her lips before
licking them once.  She felt herself beginning to change, felt the demon coming to the surface.  Angelus smiled at her appreciatively.  Willow wrapped her lips around his length once more, scraping his skin slightly with her teeth.

Angelus let out another groan as she continued to suck and lick at him.  He could hardly believe the sensations the little redhead was creating.  It was if she just knew instinctively how to combine just the right amounts of pain and pleasure to satisfy the dark vampire.  In the dim part of his mind that wasn’t concentrated solely on his new childe, Angelus congratulated himself on what was already turning out to be a very wicked decision.

On some vague level, Willow was surprised at her behavior.  She had done this kind of thing for Oz before, but it had never been like this.  She had
never really enjoyed sucking the guitarist off, doing it more out of some sense of obligation.  But she was loving it now.  The smooth skin of her sire’s cock felt so good against her lips, as did the coarse hairs that tickled her nose as she took more of him.  Every little sound he made, every groan and growl, urged her on.  She hungered for him – there was simply no other way to describe it.  The saltiness of his skin, the combined tastes of him, Darla, and Dru on his cock made her ache with wanting him.  It was as if she existed only to pleasure and be pleasured by him.  For a moment, she wondered if this was part of what being a vampire meant.  But then he growled again and held her head in his hands, forcing himself deeper into her mouth.  Willow felt him shudder as he came and heard his low growl echoing deep within his chest.

Angelus looked down at the redhead as she released his cock and licked her lips again.  He smiled and drew her up onto his lap.  He slid his semi-hard cock into her dripping pussy and grinned at her guttural moan. “Do you like that, Willow?” he asked softly, holding her firmly on his lap.

“Yessss,” she hissed, desperate to move, to give herself the pleasure she needed.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked.

“Please, Angelus,” the redhead begged.  “Please fuck me.”

Angelus gathered her in his arms and stood.  Shoving papers and folders out of the way, he made a space on the desk to lay the redhead down.  He wrapped her legs around his hips and slowly began to move inside of her.  The redhead growled and moaned as she clutched at his arms.

“Yesss,” she hissed again.  Her hips bucked to meet him with each thrust.  “Harder, Angelus,” she begged. Angelus complied with her request, thrusting into her more forcefully.  Again, the redhead had surprised him.  She thrashed before him, alternating begging for more and gasping for unneeded air.  “Bite me, please,” Willow pleaded.  She screamed his name as his fangs found her neck and her whole body shook with the intensity of her orgasm.  The feel of her body spasming around him sent Angelus over the edge, and he roared his pleasure.

Sated, the dark vampire refastened his pants and drew the redhead into his arms.  “Darla, Drusilla, come downstairs,” he called.  A still angry Darla emerged with her sire in tow.  “There isn’t time for your jealousies, Darla.  It’s time to sleep now,” Angelus chided.

The two vampiresses followed him downstairs.  He laid the exhausted redhead in the middle of the bed and began to strip.  Darla and Drusilla did the same before crawling into bed.  Angelus nestled himself in the middle of the bed and drew the three to him.

Willow raised a heavy hand to caress the cheeks of the other two females.  She kissed each in turn sleepily, before curling up against Angelus’ chest and falling asleep.

Darla remained awake for a few moments longer, looking over her family.  Her eyes rested on the redhead who lay curled up at Angelus’ side, one arm thrown carelessly across his chest.  She was surprised at the girl’s tender kiss.  Perhaps, she thought, sharing wouldn’t be so bad after all.
 

~Part: 4~

Angelus stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel to dry himself off.  He’d let the girls shower before him, choosing to stay in bed for just a little while longer.  After all, even a vampire could get tired out by three very active females.

As he began to towel off, Angelus heard soft mewing sounds coming from the bedroom.  He opened the door slowly and smiled at the site he saw before him. Darla lay on the bed with the redhead’s face buried between her legs.  The blonde had one hand working in and out of Drusilla’s pussy furiously as the dark vampire alternated between kissing her and sucking on the blonde’s breasts.

“Starting without me?” Angelus asked bemusedly.  Three heads snapped around to stare at him appreciatively.

“Getting ready for you,” the redhead replied, licking her lips.

Angelus grinned.  “How thoughtful.”  He moved to the bed where the trio moved to make room for him in the middle.  The three were on him in an instant, and Angelus found himself surrounded by soft willing flesh on all sides.  He suddenly found himself buried inside the blonde who had once been his sire as two pairs of breasts pressed against his flat chest.  His hands were slick as his fingers skillfully worked the wet channels of the two on either side of him.  The redhead and the brunette kissed each other passionately as their hands roamed over him and each other.  Angelus laid his head back and smiled.  After a second imprisonment, this was more than his demon had even dreamed of.  And somehow he suspected that
things would only get better.

**********

On the second day, Angelus stepped out of the bathroom and was almost disappointed to see his trio of partners stretched out on the bed sleeping.  Of course, considering the previous day’s activities, it was no wonder they were exhausted.  Angelus hardened as he replayed the events that had left the three so exhausted.  Even Angelus was somewhat tired, but he wanted to get out of LA before anyone realized what had happened.  As his eyes skimmed over the sleeping figures, he couldn’t help but notice what a beautiful trio they made.  Willow lay in the middle, her fiery hair fanned across the pillow where it met the pale blonde and dark brown of her new lovers.

“It’s time to wake up, my dears,” he called as he found a pair of black leather pants and slipped into them.  Three sets of amber eyes blinked open at him. “Get up and get dressed.  We’re getting out of LA tonight.”

“Tonight?  Where are we going?” Willow asked anxiously.

“What difference does it make?” Angelus asked.

“None, I suppose,” Willow answered softly.  She crawled out of bed and began to search for clothes she could wear through the spare things Cordelia had left at the office.  For the first time since she’d been turned, Willow’s thoughts flew unbidden to the peroxide blonde vampire she had fallen in love with as a human.  She wondered if he would want her now, like this, when he had so obviously been uninterested in her as a human.

Drusilla’s loud giggling drew the redhead out of her train of thought.  “My sister has a secret.  A naughty secret she’s kept from her daddy.”  She pointed an accusing finger at the redhead.

Angelus spun on his newest childe and advanced predatorily.  “What is she talking about, Willow?” he demanded.

“I, I don’t know,” the redhead stammered.

Angelus frowned.  He had hoped that turning her would make her more assertive, but it appeared that she still needed some training before coming into her own as a childe of the Scourge of Europe.

“The little tree wants another man.  Daddy isn’t the only one she had such wicked thoughts about.”

Willow’s eyes got wide.  She had totally forgotten about the insane vampiress’ prophetic abilities.

“Who is it Drusilla?” Angelus growled.  He was furious that the redhead would even think about another man after he had made her his childe.  He vowed to kill the human in the most painful and deliberate way he could manage, just as soon as the brunette gave him the man’s name.

Drusilla giggled again.  “She wants my Spike.”

Angelus’ frown turned into a smile.  “Is that true, Willow?”

The redhead nodded slowly, fearful of her sire’s response.

“Well, perhaps I’ll have to rethink my plans.  After all,” he said grinning, “Spike is family.”  In his mind, Angelus was already plotting a way to both get Spike back for his betrayal and get him back to the family.  As his plan continued to form, Angelus suddenly realized that the arrogant vampire would also be a perfect test for his newest childe.

“I can hardly believe he hasn’t gotten himself staked by now,” Darla said idly.  “Still, it might be fun to see the little brat again.”

Willow let out a deep sigh when she realized that Angelus wasn’t angry with her.  “But Spike doesn’t want me,” she said softly.

“Not yet, princess.  But he will.  Now hurry up and finish dressing.  It seems we’ve got a wayward childe to bring back to the fold.”

**********

Cordelia, Wesley and Gunn entered the lobby of the Hotel Hyperion cautiously.  Cordy gasped at the sight that greeted them.  The place had been totally trashed.  From what they could see of the office, papers and folders were strewn across the floor. Desks and chairs were overturned.

“What the hell happened here?” Gunn wondered aloud.

“More importantly, what happened to Angel and Willow?” Wesley said softly.

“Wesley, you check downstairs.  Gunn, make sure the office area is clear.  I’ll see if I can find Willow upstairs anywhere,” Cordelia said, running up the stairs.

Several moments later, the three reconverged on the lobby.  “Man, this whole place is wrecked.  Whoever or whatever was here came through with a vengeance,” Gunn said, shaking his head as he stepped through the debris littering the office doorway.

“I can’t find Willow upstairs anywhere.  And there’s blood on the sheets in the bedroom upstairs,” Cordelia whispered.

“There’s a lot of blood downstairs as well.  It’s practically everywhere,” Wesley said, swallowing hard.

Cordelia paled.  “Do you think it could have been Angelus?  Angel was really close to the edge.”  She glanced around the lobby warily.

“I don’t think so.  As upset as Angel was, he was still a far cry from losing his soul, I’d wager. Besides,” Wesley continued, glancing around, “Angelus’ path of destruction would probably consist of corpses, not copy paper.”

“Good point.  I suppose it’s not like Angelus to not take credit for his work either.  He certainly wanted us all to know it was him in Sunnydale.”  The brunette shivered with the recollection.

“Guys, check this out.”  Gunn held up the cell phone he’d found under a pile of papers.  Clicking it open, he pressed the redial button.  It rang twice before being picked up.

“Wolfram & Hart.  How may I direct your call?”

Gunn hung up the phone and stared at his companions. “I think we’re going to want some backup on this one,” he said solemnly.

**********

“Buffy, are you alright?”  Giles was worried about his slayer.  Riley’s departure was still weighing heavily on the young woman, and he was afraid that the recent news of Angel and Willow’s disappearance would push her over the edge.

Buffy blinked suddenly.  “Sorry, Giles.  It’s just a lot to deal with all at once.  Do you think they’re okay?”

Giles studied for the blonde carefully.  He wondered for a moment if she was more worried about her former lover or her best friend.  “I don’t know Buffy,” he answered truthfully.  “From what Cordelia has told me about this law firm, they are a powerful enemy.  There is little we can do but wait for their next move at this point.  You should continue to patrol as usual, but exercise extreme caution.  And let me know immediately if you find anything strange.”  Buffy gave the Englishman an incredulous look.  “Well, stranger than usual,” he amended.
 

~Part: 5~

“Thank you so much for seeing me after hours,” Angelus said silkily to the young bleached blond woman who fumbled with the key.

“Not at all, Mr. O’Connell. It’s my pleasure. Please come right in. Do you think this house will meet your needs?” The woman could practically taste the sale. In addition to a considerable commission, she was hoping to get a little better acquainted with the gorgeous man who’d offered to pay cash for the large estate.

Angelus glanced around appreciatively. “I think it will be just fine. Do you mind if my family comes in to have a look?”

The realtor grinned. “Of course not. They’re more than welcome. Shall I start the paperwork?” she asked.

“That won’t be necessary, dear,” Darla said, stepping across the threshold. “After all, you won’t be alive to finish it.” She jerked the woman towards her and drained her quickly.

“You didn’t leave anything for your mummy!” Dru pouted.

“Don’t worry, Dru,” Willow said sweetly. “I’m sure Daddy will be more than happy to take us hunting.”

“Of course. And we do need to spread the word that there’s a new Master in town.” Angelus bent down and picked up the key from the dead woman’s hand. “Shall we, my dears?”

**********

“So, does anyone know anything about this new master?” one of the fledglings asked. His question echoed in the large entryway of the mansion, and he glanced around nervously.

“I hear he’s pretty old. And he’s got a bunch of chics with him or something,” another muttered.

“I heard one of them used to be pals with the slayer.”

An eerie silence suddenly fell over the room as Angelus appeared at the top of the stairway. Behind him, Darla, Drusilla, and Willow stood silently.

“My name is Angelus. I’m the new master of Sunnydale. This is my family – Darla, Drusilla, and Willow. I expect their commands to be followed as if they were my own.”

“Angelus,” a nameless vampire sneered. “Weren’t you the ‘vampire with a soul’ who was chummy with the slayer?”

Angelus was unfazed by the remark. “I was cursed with a soul, but now I’m back for good.”

“Yeah, sure,” the heckler muttered.

Dru was over the railing in an instant and had ripped the vampire’s head from his shoulders. “Look, Daddy, he’s so quiet now,” she murmured as the figure crumbled into ashes.

“Thank you, Drusilla. Anyone else have any questions?” The room was deathly silent. “Good. I want to know everything that happens in this town. I
especially want to know exactly what the slayer’s movements are. Follow her and report back to me. And someone find out where Spike is hiding out.”

“But what if we get dusted?” someone protested. “I mean, the slayer is pretty good.”

“Then you weren’t worth being my minions anyway,” Angelus answered coldy. He beckoned to Drusilla who walked gracefully up the stairs to join him. “Now get going!” Angelus barked, and the room emptied in a rush.

“Now my dears, why don’t you two go entertain each other for a while?” Angelus said to Darla and Drusilla. “I’m going to teach Willow some of the
‘finer’ points of being a vampire.”

“Now she’s going to get spankings,” Dru whispered conspiratorily. She giggled as she led Darla away. The blonde shared Dru’s laughter as the two
disappeared into the bedroom.

**********

“Twenty-six,” Willow growled. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out as the whip connected with her raw back once more. This was the part of her training that she disliked the most, but she always knew that a reward awaited her at the end. It was part of what kept her going in spite of Angelus’ rigorous sessions.

Angelus smiled as the redhead counted out the last few lashes. Whipping his childe’s naked body never failed to send him into a frenzy, especially when the childe was this fiery little redhead. And she was always as eager for her reward as he was to give it. He dropped the whip and stepped forward to lap at the bloody marks that covered her back and ass.

Willow groaned and leaned into his tongue. The feel of her sire’s mouth on her body made the whippings worth every stroke. Of course, Angelus rarely stopped with just his tongue. Willow felt him pull away for a moment before his hard cock pressed against her bloodied ass. She whimpered uncontrollably. The redhead still wasn’t completely used to having her sire take her that way, but Angelus seemed determined not to let that stop him.

“Shhhh, Willow,” Angelus purred. He reached around and rubbed her clit, sending shivers through the redhead’s body. With his other hand, the dark vampire pumped his already aching cock with long strokes. He reached for the lube that sat on a nearby shelf and coated his cock and fingers. He slid fingers into the redhead’s ass and pussy simultaneously, eliciting a low growl from his childe. “So tight,” Angelus murmured in her ear. Willow whimpered again as he slipped in additional fingers and stretched her even wider.

Willow’s head was spinning from the beating and the double penetration. She groaned loudly as she felt the dark vampire slowly easing his cock past her tightly puckered ring. Angelus responded by pinching her clit, then using her pleasure as an opportunity to shove his length fully into her ass. Willow gasped and squirmed against him as pain and pleasure flooded her body. She wondered if it would ever stop hurting to take her sire this way, then found herself hoping it wouldn’t. The pain seemed to heighten her senses, making the pleasure even greater.

“Do you like this, princess?” Angelus purred. Willow moaned and nodded her head. “Think about how good it’s going to feel to have both of us,” the dark vampire continued. “To feel both of us thrusting into you at the same time.” He shoved his fingers farther up her pussy to emphasize his point and was rewarded with another moan.

“Yes, Angelus,” the redhead growled. She felt her sire speed up his thrusts and felt her orgasm rapidly approaching. “Please.”

Angelus smiled. He never tired of hearing the redhead asking for his permission to come. Sometimes he would tease her, making her wait and beg over and over. But he was feeling generous and close to the edge himself. “Come for me, Willow,” he whispered before sinking his fangs into her neck.

Willow screamed as she flooded her sire’s hand with her juices and felt him erupt in her ass. She whimpered softly as he withdrew his fangs. Angelus
lapped at the wound and slid himself out of the redhead. Releasing her wrists from the chains, Angelus offered her his own neck. She licked her lips
hungrily but raised her amber eyes to him for further assurance. “You’ll need your strength,” Angelus said. Willow smiled at him before burying her fangs in his smooth skin. When she finished, Angelus drew her into a hungry kiss.

“We should get showered and dressed. I’m sure Darla and Dru are dying to go hunting again.” Angelus tilted his childe’s head back to stare into her now emerald eyes. “And you have bigger prey tonight.”

Willow’s heart would have skipped a beat if it had still been beating. Angelus chuckled at the childlike delight on her face. “Well don’t just stand there grinning,” he said playfully. “Let’s find you a playmate.”

**********

“Spike, don’t you have any information?” Buffy asked angrily. She hadn’t wanted to invite him to the Scooby Gang meeting, but Giles had insisted he might be of some help.

“There’s a new master in town,” Spike offered hopefully. He was seated across the table from the slayer, watching her while trying to look like he
wasn’t watching her.

Xander sat to Spike’s left, letting Anya comfort him on the news of Willow’s disappearance. He wasn’t taking it well. “I just don’t understand why Willow would have gone to LA without telling anyone,” he mumbled.

“Xander, neither do I, especially since she was going to see my ex-boyfriend. But right now we need to concentrate on trying to find her.” The slayer turned her attention back to the vampire seated across from her. “Spike, who’s the new master?”

“Well, I don’t know that. Yet.”

Buffy rolled her eyes at him. “Do you know anything about him? Where he came from, why he’s in Sunnydale, what his plans are?”

“Um, no.”

“God, Giles, why do we even waste our time with him?” Buffy demanded. She pushed away from the table. “I’m going to go patrol. Spike, don’t bother to show up next time unless you’re planning to be at least a little helpful.” She stormed out of the door.

Spike bit back his hurt as he pushed his own chair back from the table. “Well, see you lot later,” he said as cheerfully as he could. Once outside, Spike broke down. He bit his lower lip and wiped a tear from his face before heading off to drown his sorrows.

Drusilla hissed angrily from the shadows. “Filthy, nasty slayer surrounds him. You can almost smell the stench of her on him.”

“Calm down, Dru. Your sister is going to help fix all of that. Aren’t you, Willow?”

The redhead smiled up at her sire wickedly. “Yes, Angelus.”

“Do you think you’re ready then?” he asked. The redhead nodded as she watched Spike move away. “We’ll wait for you back at the mansion then. Don’t be out too late.”

Darla pulled the redhead in for a bruising kiss before following Angelus and Dru back to the mansion. “For luck,” she whispered.

Willow smiled at the blonde’s retreating form. At first, she had been worried about Darla’s acceptance of her. Dru had been an easy hurdle – the insane vampiress was so excited to have a sister that she didn’t even mind sharing Angelus. But Darla had been a bit more difficult. It had taken a great deal of care for Willow to work her way into the blonde’s good graces, especially considering the amount of time Angelus had spent alone “training” the redhead. But Willow had managed it, partially due to her willingness to show Darla the same kind of attentiveness that Willow showed to her own sire. Of course, it also didn’t hurt that Willow was on the hunt for Spike now, leaving Angelus in the care of his daughter and former sire. But Willow didn’t have time to think about that at the moment. She had a bleached blonde to bring home.

**********

Spike sat at the table muttering into his drink. He’d been hitting the alcohol hard and heavy tonight, especially after he’d been informed that someone had opened a tab for him. He had wondered who it was for a while, but then he’d given up thinking to mope over his feelings for the slayer.

“It’s not my bloody fault I’ve fallen for the chit,” he grumbled to no one in particular. “She’s always wearing all those bloody tight clothes or practically nothing at all. And she’s so effin strong, isn’t she? I’ve always liked ‘em strong. Dru was strong.” Spike took another long swig of his drink before continuing his tirade to no one. “But it’s wrong, you know. I’m not an idiot. I know how stupid it is. Me, Spike, falling for a bleeding slayer. Angelus’ ex, no less. I’m off my bloody rocker is what I am.”

“Poor Spike. So lost and confused,” a soft voice asked.

Spike lifted his head to stare bleary eyed at the figure standing before him. His eyes traveled up the leather clad legs to a bare expanse of creamy white stomach and up over small, firm breasts that threatened to spill from a deep red bustier. “Yeah,” he muttered as his eyes continued to travel upwards, finally stopping on a face that might have been familiar if he could have focused a little better. “Red?” he asked softly.

“That’s right, Spikey. Now say goodnight,” she said calmly just before her fist connected with his face and knocked him out cold. Humming softly to herself, the redhead caught him before he slumped to the ground. Throwing him over one shoulder, she tossed a hundred on the table to cover the tab. She glanced around at the stunned crowd around her before stepping through the door and out into the darkness.
 

~Part: 6~

Cordelia stormed into the lobby of Wolfram and Hart angrily. Gunn and Wesley were right behind her, keeping a careful look out for anything unusual.

“I want to know where they are!” Cordelia demanded.

“Excuse me, miss, what are you talking about?” the security guard said calmly.

“Willow and Angel. A redheaded girl and a brunette vampire. I want to know what the hell your sick firm did with them.”

“Miss, I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” The phone behind the desk rang suddenly, and the guard answered it.

“Look, I know your sick bosses had something to do with their disappearance, and I’m not leaving here until I get some answers!” Cordelia yelled.

“Of course, miss. Right this way,” the guard motioned for her to follow him. Cordelia stopped in surprise. She glanced at her companions who shrugged and followed the guard to the elevator.

As the doors opened, Wesley, Cordelia and Gunn peered out into the hallway nervously. “Lindsey?” the former cheerleader said incredulously.

“Why don’t you three come into my office so that we can talk?” Lindsey said tightly.

Gunn chose to stand, not trusting the lawyer enough to be relaxed. Wesley and Cordelia settled into chairs but remained wary.

“Now what is it you wanted?” Lindsey asked.

“We want to know what you’ve done with Willow and Angel,” Wesley stated.

Lindsey laughed coldly. “What I’ve done with Angel? What about what he did to me?” The lawyer pulled open his collar to reveal angry bite marks.

“Angel bit you?” Cordelia asked incredulously.

“No, he just left me locked up to die. As for that other person,”

“Willow.”

“I don’t who that is. And I can assure you that I haven’t done anything with either of them. Been too busy trying to recover and working to cover the sudden increase in workload since practically all of my co-workers are dead!”

“How can we trust you?” Gunn demanded. “How do we know you’re not just lying to cover up the truth?”

“If I knew where Angel was, I can assure you that I would be planning or enacting his torture, not sitting around in this office,” Lindsey replied bitterly.

“Very well. We can see ourselves out.” Wesley said, standing.

“Do you think he was telling the truth?” Cordelia asked as the elevator doors slid closed.

“I don’t know. I actually think he was.”

“So what’s our next move? How do we find Angel and the girl now?”

“I will try to contact Giles again. Maybe they’ve had some luck in Sunnydale.”

**********

Spike awoke feeling remarkably bad, even considering how much he’d had to drink. He tried to stretch when he realized that he couldn’t really move. His eyes blinked open and glanced around wildly. He panicked when he realized that he was chained naked to a wall. As he rememberd the mysterious woman who had hit him, Spike’s anger began to flare. “What the bloody hell happened last night?” he growled to himself. “Where am I?”

The only answer he got was a soft moaning sound from the other side of the room. Spike squinted his eyes, still fighting some of the effects of both the blow and the alcohol. He almost choked at the sight of a very familiar looking redheaded woman on her knees being fucked senseless by a very familiar looking brunette man. The sounds got louder as the dark-haired man continued pounding into the petite woman who was quietly begging for more.

“Gods, yes, harder,” she groaned. Spike’s cock twitched to life at the sound of her lust-filled voice. “More, harder, please.”

The man responded to the redhead’s pleas, slamming into her with such force that Spike expected her to be split in two at any moment. What the hell is going on here?, he wondered silently.

Willow was in ecstasy. Going after Spike last night had made her incredibly hot, but she hadn’t wanted to start until the bleached blonde vampire was fully awake. Fortunately, Angelus had dropped by the room to check on her and offered to make things better. She slammed back against her sire, snarling as she felt his thick finger slide into her ass. “Yesss,” she hissed as she felt another finger join the first. “So close, so close,” she mumbled.

Angelus grunted as he felt himself nearing his climax. Willow was like a wild beast tonight. She had sucked him off twice before begging to be fucked. Angelus, of course, had been only too willing to oblige her, especially since the tight little redhead would soon be very busy with her own private project. But at this pace, he wasn’t going to last much longer, especially after the workout Darla and Dru had given him earlier. He grunted again as Willow somehow managed to drive his cock even deeper into her tight channel as he continued to plunder her asshole with his fingers. As he felt himself start to come, he leaned over and bit her savagely on the shoulder.

The feel of her sire’s fangs in her shoulder, combined with the incredible sensation of being doubly filled, drove the redhead over the edge. She screamed as she felt him fill her with his cold dead seed, her body spasming around him. “Angelus!”

Spike almost bit off his tongue at the sound of that name. He had suspected it, felt it, but the confirmation of his fear sent a chill down Spike’s
undead spine.

“Princess, I really have to get going. He’s going to be awake soon.”

“He’s awake now, you bloody pillock!” Spike snarled. He may be chipped but he could still hurt demons. If he weren’t chained up, anyway.

“Spike, my boy, so nice of you to join us,” Angelus said as he stepped away from the redhead. “I take it you enjoyed the show?” The dark vampire’s gaze dropped to Spike’s erect cock then met the bleached blonde’s angry eyes once more.

“I don’t know what kind of bloody game you’re playing here, Angelus,” Spike growled. “Let me down from here.”

“Sorry, Spike. You don’t leave this room until you have permission.”

“From who?” Spike scoffed.

“From me.” Willow stepped out from behind her sire and wrapped a silk robe around herself.

“Red? You’re a vampire.”

Willow clapped her hands dramatically. “And Darla accused you of being not very bright.”

“What the fuck did you do to her, Angelus? The slayer is going to stake you for sure this time. You don’t screw around with her mates.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Willow said. “I suggest you stop worrying about the slayer, Spike. In fact, if I were you I’d stop worrying about anyone other than me.” The redhead took her sire’s hand in her own and led him out the door. “Sorry to delay our little reunion, Spike, but I do want to get cleaned up first. You just hang out here for a bit.” The redhead smiled sweetly as she closed the door behind herself and Angelus.

Spike roared in outrage as he heard the lock click in the door. “You can’t do this to me!” he screamed. “I used to be the bloody master of this little piece of hell!”

“You’ve really pissed him off,” Angelus said proudly.

Willow smiled shyly at her sire. “He’ll be singing a different tune when I’m finished with him, sire. I promise.”

Angelus smiled at her. He was impressed with how much the redhead had learned in such a short time. He suspected that Spike had no idea who he was dealing with. “Have fun, Willow,” the dark vampire purred before pulling her into a rough kiss.

“I will, Angelus,” the redhead replied. She watched her sire walk up the stairs before heading into her own temporary bedroom in the mansion basement to shower and change. She smiled to herself as the peroxide blonde continued to spew curses and obscenities to the locked room. She was definitely going to have fun.

**********

Willow took great care getting dressed. She selected tight black leather pants and a black leather tank top. High heeled boots helped make up the difference in height and would keep the angry vampire from looking down on her, literally. Long leather gloves completed the outfit.

“Your hair would look pretty all piled up,” Darla said from the doorway. Willow turned, surprised to see the two vampiresses standing there. “I didn’t think I’d be able to do it myself. Will you help me put it up?”

Darla sat behind Angelus’ newest childe and began carefully pinning up locks of her fiery red hair. She let some wisps hang around the girl’s pale face, framing it.

“The little tree’s going to play with my Spike,” Dru said in a soft, lilting voice.

Willow glanced at the brunette anxiously. “Yes, Dru. That’s okay, isn’t it?”

“Will you clear the nasty slayer out of his head?” Willow nodded. Dru smiled. “I like having a sister. Sisters share.”

Willow smiled widely. “Yes, Dru. Sisters share. You keep Angelus happy while I’m working on Spike.” She squeezed Darla’s hand and gave Dru a quick kiss before leaving the room.

Willow paused momentarily outside the door to Spike’s ‘room.’ Squaring her shoulders, she stepped inside to begin retraining the bleach blonde vampire.

Spike felt the redhead’s presence outside the door. He gritted his teeth and grinned, prepared to launch a scathing verbal assault as soon as she stepped inside. Instead, all he could do was stare at her leather covered body and wonder why he’d never noticed how stunning she was. His cock began to harden instantly as he imagined being the one slamming into the redhead’s tight little body. Then he was reminded of his present situation, and his anger flared. His lips drew back in a sneer. “Is it bloody Halloween again? Looks like someone’s been playing dress up.”

Willow pointedly ignored the vampire’s feeble insult as she laid out her instruments. Her gloved hands slid over the round wooden shaft of an evil looking whip. She picked up a dagger and tossed it from hand to hand, testing its weight. Her eyes skimmed over the remaining items to rest on her own specialty piece. It was a willow branch soaking in a thin pan of holy water. The wispy leaves would trap the liquid nicely, adding just a little extra persuasion power.

“Are you going to play with your stupid toys or let me down?” Spike demanded angrily.

Willow turned and stared at the blond impassively. “As of this moment,” she began, “you are not to speak unless you are asked a question and an answer is required. Do you understand?”

“I understand that you’re out of your bleeding mind if you think…” Before Spike could finish his statement, Willow had closed the distance between them. Her nails raked across the side of his face, drawing blood. Spike screamed in outrage and began cursing her.

Willow shook her head. “No wonder Darla thinks you’re not very bright.” She struck him again on the other cheek, drawing blood once more. Before Spike could protest, Willow had clamped a hand over his mouth. “I warned you, Spike,” she hissed. “Don’t try my patience.”

Spike was taken completely off guard by the redhead’s confidence. She was nothing like the quiet, insecure human he’d known. He decided to go along with things, at least for the moment. She was sure to make a mistake eventually.

“Poor Spike. It seems you’ve been hanging around humans for so long that you’ve forgotten what it’s like to be a vampire. It’s tragic, really. Wouldn’t you agree?” Willow said conversationally. Spike didn’t answer, so Willow continued. “And falling for a slayer, that has got to be an all time low. But as I said, I suppose it’s somewhat understandable. After all, with that chip in your head, it’s probably getting hard to remember what it’s like to really be a demon.” Willow turned and smiled at the angry vampire. “See, that’s where I come in. I’m going to remind you of all the things being a vampire means.”

“You?” Spike scoffed. Willow chose to permit his little outburst, having known it would be coming. “You’re barely more than a fledgling. Why just a
couple of weeks ago you were nothing but a pathetic little mortal yourself. You couldn’t teach me anything.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Spike. I may be young, but I’m stronger than you can imagine. After all, I am a childe of Angelus. I’ve already made my position here known, even Darla and Dru respect that. Soon, you will too.”

Willow picked up the whip and stood in front of the bleached blond. “Do you know what the first lesson is going to be about?” Before Spike could answer, Willow had cut a deep wound across his stomach. “Pain.”

Spike screamed in anger and frustration. “Ooo, I like it,” Willow giggled. “You know, I take back the silence rule. Scream all you want, Spike. It makes me happy.” She cracked the whip again and his scream echoed through the room.
 

~Part: 7~

Buffy patrolled alone, lost in thought as she wandered through the graveyard.  It infuriated her that she'd still be unable to find out anything about the new master.  The vampires seemed to avoid her completely, and even Spike had gone missing the last couple of days.  Personally, Buffy didn't care.  She was happy to be rid of the bleached blonde.  But he had been a convenient source of information.  And he was an easy target on which the slayer could vent her frustrations.

And lately, it seemed as if the slayer had quite a few of them.  The disappearance of Angel and Willow continued to weigh heavily on her mind.  But as the days stretched into weeks without any word on their whereabouts, Buffy began to wonder if their disappearance had the sinister connotations everyone else seemed to think it did.  After all, if someone or something had gone after specifically Willow, it could only have been an attempt to get to Buffy.  And since there had been no demands made, there had to be some other explanation.  As for Angel's disappearance, Buffy was suspicious of that as well.  Angel was certainly capable of taking care of himself.  He'd probably just gotten fed up with Cordelia and Wesley
and decided to take some time off.  He might have even been trying to get away from Willow after the redhead drove up to LA to force her help on him.

Buffy nodded to herself.  That had to be it.  Angel had gone into hiding to get away from Willow, and Willow was chasing after him.  The redhead had always been too interested in muddling about in Angel's life.  And it's not like Angel would want anything to do with the redhead anyway.  After all, Willow was the one who restored his soul before he got sent to hell. Buffy would just wait.  The two of them were bound to show up sometime.

**********

Willow glanced at the chained vampire with a slight smile at the corner of her lips.  It had taken days, but she had finally broken the blonde.  Spike's
bloodied and battered form hung limply from the chains.  Rivulets of thick blood trickled down his arms and legs.  As Willow stood back to admire her
work, she noted with particular pleasure the raw burn marks the willow branch had left on the vampire's back.  The holy water had been the key to her success so far.  Of course, it also helped that Spike was dangerously weak from not feeding.  It had been something the redhead had counted on.  Still, it hadn't been easy.  For a while, she had been afraid that she wouldn't be able to do it at all.  The muttered curses and hate-filled glares had truly tested the redhead's faith in herself.  But that didn't matter now.  It was time to move on the second lesson.

Spike lifted his head wearily as the redhead left the room.  He would never have guessed it, but the redhead had been truly amazing.  She had been brutal and cruel and almost completely merciless.  His whole body was in agony, and he desperately needed to feed if he hoped to recover from the torture.  But his demon was in ecstasy.  The redhead had shown the kind of cruelty that Angelus had once taught him more than a century ago.  Now he just desperately hoped that she wasn't going to leave him down here bleeding to death.

Willow returned to the room dragging a young blond woman behind her.  The fear rolled off the human in waves, causing Spike to harden in spite of his considerable injuries.  Willow smiled at the vampire before glancing towards her gagged captive.  "It's time for lesson number two, Spike.  Blood."  Willow drew a fingernail across the woman's neck, creating a tiny wound through which blood trickled to the surface.  Willow dragged the woman towards Spike and shoved her against the blonde vampire.  "Drink her, Spike," Willow whispered.

"Red, I can't.  The chip," Spike protested weakly.

"Dammit, Spike, you're not even trying," Willow hissed.  "This isn't about killing or torturing.  It's about survival.  You need blood if you want to keep
from becoming dust, and the only way you get it is to feed."

"But the pain," Spike whispered.

"Close your eyes and concentrate on my voice," Willow commanded.  He did as he was told.  "Can you smell her fear, Spike?  It's positively intoxicating."  Spike nodded slowly.  "And listen, you can hear her heart pounding.  You can hear the blood rushing through her body.  She's so terrified, Spike.  Her whole body is just filled with warm, fear-filled blood.  All you have to do is relax and let the demon take over. Don't think about it, just do it."  Willow watched excitedly as Spike's demonic visage came out.  The blonde girl squirmed and whimpered, but Willow held her tightly.  She jerked the girl's head back and pressed her neck towards Spike's face.  "Do it, Spike," Willow whispered.

Spike opened his mouth and licked at the thin cut Willow had made.  The heat the girl was giving off was incredible, her whimpers of fear music to his ears. He let the redhead's seductive voice wash over him. He felt the demon taking over, felt the girl struggle against him.  Taking a deep unnecessary breath, he sank his fangs into the struggling human's form.  Her hot blood spilled into his mouth and down his throat. Spike drank greedily, groaning in pleasure at the forgotten sensation.  He continued drinking long after the girl's heart stopped, sucking hungrily at her neck
until Willow let her fall to the floor.  Spike opened his eyes and stared at the redhead.

"Feeling better, Spike?" Willow asked seductively.

Spike nodded.  He could feel himself beginning to heal already, feel the wounds slowing closing.  "Now how about letting me down, pet?" Spike said, his voice already taking on the cockiness it had once held.

Willow laughed loudly.  "Oh, I don't think so, Spike. I'm not finished with you yet."

"What the hell do you want from me?" Spike demanded.

Willow smiled.  She had expected this, expected him to regain his cockiness and attitude once he'd fed once more.  "It's time to begin the next lesson. Pleasure."  Willow walked to the table and picked up a small dagger.

"That doesn't look like pleasure to me," Spike snarled as he watched the redhead wipe the blade clean.  She had used it on him repeated during the first lesson.

"It all depends on how you use it, Spike.  You know that.  You know how difficult it can be to separate pain from pleasure, how blurry the line can be." Willow looked the blond over with a calculating gaze. She stepped closer and whispered in his ear.  "And you know, although you won't admit, that you like the pain."

"I don't know what you're talking about.  You're out of your bleeding mind.  Let me down from here, Red." Spike hated the tiny bit of desperation that crept into his voice, but he was finding himself unprepared to deal with this young vampire.

"You can admit it to me, Spike," Willow whispered. She drew the knife lightly across his chest, licking at the blood that slowly pooled in the wound.  An involuntary groan escaped Spike's lips.  "See, there. You get off on the pain.  You may play the part of the big bad, but deep down inside, you want to be dominated.  You want someone stronger than you, someone who can and will take control.  That's why you have such a thing for the slayer.  But she can't give you what you really need, what you really want."

"Now I know you're crackers," Spike protested.

"Am I?  We'll just have to see about that."  Willow cut him again, following the path of the blade with her tongue.  Spike clenched his jaw tightly,
determined not to let the redhead get to him.  He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the feel of her tongue against his skin, the way she laved the  wound roughly to keep it flowing.  Noticing his eyes were closed, Willow bit down hard on one pale nipple. Spike hissed and his eyes flew open.  "I suggest you pay attention, Spike," she whispered.

**********

Willow circled the blonde.  She had kept him in a carefully achieved state of arousal and anguish for hours now.  His cock was swollen and purple from being teased almost to the point of release again and again without any satisfaction.  Shallow cuts marred his smooth skin and small bruises dotted his skin where the redhead had hit him.

"You see, Spike?  I knew you would like this."  Willow smacked his ass with a metal paddle.  Spike sucked in an unnecessary breath.  The redhead moved to stand in front of him, wrapping her small hand around his aching cock.  "Do you want me to make it all better?"

"Yes," Spike pleaded weakly.

"Then tell me what I want to hear.  Admit that you like it.  Submit to me, and I'll take care of everything."

"No," Spike protested weakly.  But deep inside, the vampire knew that she had won.  Somehow the redhead had seen through the whole act, the entire façade of the big bad.  Spike didn't just like being dominated, he needed it, he craved it.  He had fought so hard to hide it, to forget about it.  But even after more than a century, he was still the timid young man in glasses.  He was still desperate for direction, for affirmation.  And yet, he hated the thought of being out of control.  He hated the idea of letting someone have any kind of power over him.

Willow smacked him firmly on the stomach with the paddle and watched as his entire body twitched in response.  "I can give you what you need, Spike.  I can give you what you want.  All you have to do is ask for it."

"I can't," Spike whispered.

"You can't or you won't?"  Willow asked.  She hit him again and heard an almost inaudible moan escape the blonde's lips.  "Admit that you like it, Spike.  Tell me that you want it."

"No."

Willow brought the paddle towards his stomach once more, slightly harder than the last time.  "If you don't want it, I can stop," she whispered.  She rested the paddle against his cool skin, applying soft pressure.  Spike let out a shuddering breath.  "Admit it, Spike.  Tell me you want it or I'll stop."  The redhead stood in silence for a moment before dropping her hand and the paddle to her side.  She turned away and was about to take the first step when his soft voice stopped her.

"Please," he murmured shakily.

"Please what?" Willow asked softly, stepping back towards him.

"Please, mistress?" Spike whispered tentatively.

Willow shook her head.  "That's not it."  She turned her back again.

"Red," Spike pleaded.  "Please.  I, I need."  The vampire's whole body was trembling.

"Say it, Spike," Willow murmured.  She pressed her leather covered body to his and lifted his face to look at her.

"Hit me," Spike pleaded.

"Who do you belong to Spike?"  Spike looked at the redhead fearfully.  It was one thing to ask to be beaten, but she was obviously interested in more than that.  Willow waited patiently for his answer, running her fingers along the edge of the paddle.  "It's just the two of us, Spike.  Just us.  Say it," she whispered.

"You," Spike whispered defeatedly.

Willow smiled at him widely.  "Say it again, Spike.  I like to hear it."

"I belong to you, Red," Spike replied.

"That's right, Spike.  And don't forget it."  Willow slid to one side of him and smacked him hard on the ass.  "Scream for me, Spike," she whispered in his ear.  "Let me hear how much you enjoy it."  She hit him again, and Spike groaned loudly.  Willow wrapped one hand around the blonde's engorged member and began to stroke him in time to her blows.

Spike's head was thrown back, his chest heaving with unnecessary breaths as the redhead continued her dual assault on him.  "Let yourself go, Spike," Willow whispered.  "Let it all out."  She sped up her movements, feeling herself getting wet just watching the blonde's body thrash against his chains.  "Scream for me," she urged.

Spike opened his mouth and let out a bloodcurdling howl as he emptied his cold seed onto the floor and the redhead's still moving hand.  He shook violently as Willow milked the rest of his release from his exhausted body.  His head lolled forwards onto his chest as his body finally gave out after his long ordeal.  "Thank you," he whispered softly before blacking out.

Willow stepped back and leaned against the wall.  She let out a heavy sigh as she rested her head against the wall.  Closing her eyes for a moment to regain her composure, the redhead smiled at her achievement.  She wasn't done with Spike yet, but she was definitely on the downward side of the slope.

Willow opened her eyes and regarded the blonde's limp form.  She moved to the chains and carefully let him down.  Lifting him gingerly, the redhead unbolted the door and took him into her room to clean him up.
 

~Part: 8~

Angelus smiled at the sleeping forms next to him.  Dru and Darla clutched each other possessively in their sleep, small smiles gracing both of their faces.  As Angelus slid silently out of bed, his thoughts drifted to the redhead downstairs and wondered what kind of progress she was making.  It amazed him that she was already showing such promise at such a young age. More importantly, she was proving to have a particular gift for getting what she wanted.  Darla's acceptance of the younger vampire was perhaps the biggest testament to that fact.  Willow had expertly manipulated the older vampire with such grace and ease.  Angelus was truly proud of the redhead.  And although he adored his former sire and her dark-haired
lover, Angelus knew that neither of them was truly capable of being a real master with him.  They were both strong and deadly, but they lacked the sharp mind of his redheaded childe.  Of course, Angelus doubted that either Dru or Darla would be inclined towards leadership anyway.  They were content to be part of the master's family, having the power and prestige without any of the responsibility.

Angelus left the room and headed down the stairs.  He was surprised to find the door to the dungeon open. The sound of running water drew his attention towards Willow's bedroom.  Angelus entered quietly and watched the redhead gently bathing the blonde for a moment before speaking.

"Is he asleep?" the dark vampire asked softly.

"Passed out," the redhead replied.  She had felt her sire's presence when he entered the room.  Willow finished rinsing Spike's limp form and glanced towards Angelus for assistance.  Angelus smiled at her as he held Spike upright.  Willow returned his smile as she dried the blonde carefully, making sure not to reopen his healing wounds.

"So are you finished with him yet?" Angelus asked as she cast the towel to the side.

"Not yet," Willow replied.  She led Angelus into the bedroom and motioned for him to lay Spike on the bed. Once he had, Willow began to handcuff Spike's wrists to the headframe.  The blonde stirred slightly but did not awaken.

"Didn't he submit to you?"

Willow turned to face her sire.  "Do you trust me, Angelus?" she asked with a sly smile.

"Of course I do."  Angelus could tell that the redhead had something special in mind for the unconscious blonde.

"Then let me finish this."

"What are you plotting, princess?" Angelus murmured as he pulled the redhead's body flush with his.  The idea that the redhead could be planning something devious made the dark vampire's cock spring to life.

"It's a surprise," Willow breathed, squeezing his ass firmly.  "And it might cost you a few minions, but I promise it will be worth it in the long run."

"They're not the brightest bunch anyway," Angelus replied.  He devoured the redhead's mouth hungrily.  A soft moan from the bed distracted the pair.  "He'll be awake soon," Angelus whispered.

"I know.  Go back to Dru and Darla for a while.  Take them hunting.  We'll join you soon enough."

"You had better.  The girls miss you."  Angelus gave her one more bruising kiss before slipping out the door.

Willow turned to the bed where Spike was slowly waking up.  "How are you feeling?" she asked softly.

"Tired," Spike admitted.  He watched the redhead warily.  He had never let anyone except Angelus dominate him.  And that had been when he was still young, long before he'd made a reputation for himself.  Spike wasn't sure how he'd be able to handle being at the bottom of the power structure again.  But he knew he had lost.  Now he just had to try and learn to deal with the consequences.

"Is something wrong, Spike?" Willow asked as she began to peel off her clothing.  Spike shook his head, staring at the redhead's lean body with lust-filled eyes.  He could worry about the consequences later.

Willow stopped and stood still, staring at the blonde intently.  "I asked you a question, Spike.  I expect an answer."

Bloody hell, Spike thought.  The chit's really not going to cut me any slack.  "Nothing is wrong," he whispered.  He brought his blue eyes up to meet hers and was rewarded with a slight smile.

"That's good," Willow replied, moving to straddle him.  "I'd hate to have to interrupt my plan to deal with any problems."  She leaned forward, allowing her hard nipples to brush against Spike's bare chest.  He groaned in response.  "Do you like that, Spike?" she whispered.

"Yesss," he hissed as the redhead began moving her hips, slowly rotating her crotch against his growing erection.  Spike thrust up slightly and was met with a stinging blow across his cheek.

"You don't do anything without permission," Willow snarled.  "Trust me, Spike.  I'm going to take care of you in due time," she said softer.  "But you have to remember that I'm in charge here.  Understood?"

Spike nodded, his cheek stinging from the blow as the redhead's dominance of him made increasingly hard.

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted you, Spike?"  Willow asked.  She continued without waiting for a reply.  "Of course, you don't.  You've been too preoccupied with the slayer.  But that's all in the past now, isn't it?"

Spike nodded absently, his entire body focused on the wet slit that continued to glide across his length. He hissed as Willow reached down and twisted his nipples harshly.  "Yes," he answered quickly.

"She could never have given you what you really wanted.  You know that, don't you?" Willow asked as she continued to tease his cock and rake her nails across his chest, leaving angry red welts.

"Yes," Spike groaned.

"Tell me what you want.  Tell me what you need," Willow whispered huskily.

"You."

"Not good enough."

"I want to fuck you, please," Spike groaned.  His body was still suffering from the aftereffects of Willow's attentions, and Spike found himself with a tentative grip on his self-control.  "Gods below, Red, please. I need you, want to feel you."

Willow smiled as she lifted her hips and positioned his shaft at the entrance to her channel.  "Be a good boy, Spike, and you'll get a reward."  Spike nodded as she slowly slid downwards, enveloping his cock in her cold, wet passage.

Spike hissed in pleasure as Willow groaned softly. His wrists pulled at their restraints as he fought the urge to move, to drive himself deeper into the
redhead's body.

Willow was impressed with the blonde's self-control, especially since she was having a hard time maintaining control herself.  The fuck she'd gotten
from Angelus was the last time she'd orgasmed, and Willow was aching to just ride the blonde vampire until he passed out.  But she still had a point to make, even if it meant slowly torturing herself as well.  Willow moved above the blonde with slow deliberate movements, savoring the feel of his long cock gliding in and out of her effortlessly.

"Red, please," Spike begged.  It was taking almost all of his self-control not to fuck her, and he didn't think he could stand much of this exquisite torture. He couldn't believe how tight she was, how good her pussy felt wrapped around him.  He groaned loudly as she sank down again, sheathing him completely inside her.  "Please."

"You can fuck me, Spike.  But don't you dare come before me or you won't see the outside of the dungeon for a month."

Spike groaned as he thrust hard into the redhead.  His wrists became raw and red as he pulled at the restraints, but Spike didn't seem to notice.  He continued to thrust against the redhead, his hips meeting hers violently as she moved with him.

"Yesss," Willow hissed.  She slammed against the blonde as she neared her peak.  "Fuck, yes," she groaned loudly.  As Spike thrust into her one last
time, she bent over and sank her fangs into his neck. She bit deeply, screaming around the blood that flowed into her mouth as she came.

The feel of her fangs in his neck was too much for him.  Spike came screaming the redhead's name at the top of his lungs as he filled her with his cold sperm.  He hissed as she withdrew her fangs, lapping at the mark she had made.  Willow kissed him fiercely, and Spike moaned at the taste of his blood on her lips.

Willow pulled away and stared into the blonde's yellow eyes.  "You're mine," she purred.

Completely spent, Spike could only nod in response. His eyes fluttered shut sleepily.  Willow smiled and laid her head on his chest.  She fell asleep with a slight  smile on her lips.

~Part: 9~

Spike stood nervously in the great hall, smoking a cigarette and wishing the redhead hadn't abandoned him on his own.

"Hey, isn't that the traitor who was working for the slayer?" one minion muttered to another.

"Yeah," the second replied.  "Why don't we stake him and put him out of our misery?"

Spike forced down his anger, unsure whether this was another of the redhead's tests for him.  She'd made it clear when he submitted to her that she was the one in charge.  And Spike honestly didn't know where that left him in the grand hierarchy of demons, especially considering what his standing had been recently.

"You're not going to let them talk about you like that, are you?" Willow said huskily, sliding up next to the bleached blonde.  Spike's eyebrows raised in surprise at her comment.  "After all," the redhead continued, "you've killed two slayers.  You're a grandchilde of Angelus, the other half of the Scourge of Europe."  She glanced towards the minions who suddenly were trying to blend into the background. "You're a master in your own right, Spike," Willow whispered, her tongue flicking out to caress her bite marks.  "Don't you think it's about time you started acting like one?"  Willow reached out and pulled the cigarette from Spike's fingers, a teasing smile on her pale face.

Spike needed no further encouragement.  He was on the pair in a fury, pummeling them relentlessly as they cowered before the stronger vampire.  By the time he finally staked them, Spike was starting to feel like his old self again.  He moved towards the redhead and pinned her against the wall, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss.  "Thank you," he murmured softly.

Angelus watched amusedly as the full scope of his youngest childe's plan came to light.  She had succeeded in dominating the wayward vampire completely without extinguishing the qualities that had once made the blonde a legend in his own right.  It was a task even Angelus wasn't sure he would have been able to handle with the same grace with which the redhead had achieved it.

"Well, my boy," Angelus began.  "Now that you've reintroduced yourself to the vampire community, I think your mother wants to say hello."

Spike looked past the older vampire to see his insane princess smiling at him sweetly.  He glanced at the redhead, torn between his hunger for her and the bond that drew him to his sire.

"Show her how much you've missed her," Willow said softly.  Spike moved towards Drusilla, picking her up and spinning her around as the dark woman giggled childishly.

"I'm very proud of you," Angelus murmured, moving closer to the redhead.  "You've handled everything beautifully."

"Thank you, sire," Willow purred, running one hand across the silk that covered Angelus' chest.  "I'm so glad you approve."

Angelus smiled.  "Oh, I do.  But I'm afraid there is a price to pay for having neglected me for such a long time."  Angelus' arm shot out and pulled the redhead to him forcefully.

Willow returned her sire's wicked grin.  "Oh goody.  I can hardly wait," she replied.

**********

Drusilla purred as Spike slid off her slick body and curled up beside her.  "Missed my Spikey," she whispered.  "But he's not mine anymore," she giggled, her fingers tracing Willow's bite mark.

Spike simply grunted in response, too exhausted to say anything.  It had been a long time since he'd engaged in the kind of marathon sessions he'd once enjoyed in his sire's clan, and he wasn't really in shape for it anymore.  Unfortunately for him, Drusilla didn't plan to let him rest at all.

"Mummy missed her baby boy," Drusilla murmured as she rolled the blonde onto his back and straddled his lap.  "Daddy made me a sister to bring my Spikey home again."  She rocked her hips against him, causing Spike to moan softly.

"Not right now, princess," Spike said, although he could feel his body recovering already.  "Are you saying Angelus made Red a vampire to get to me?" Spike was suddenly curious about the events surround the redhead's turning.

Drusilla giggled.  "Of course not, silly.  Daddy didn't even know the little tree wanted you, didn't know what she could do.  But I knew.  Miss Edith told me."

"What else did Miss Edith tell you?" Spike coaxed.

Dru shook her head and glared at Spike playfully. "Miss Edith says not to tell you because you don't believe in her.  But Miss Edith told me that having a sister would make us a family again."

"Well, tell Miss Edith she was bloody well right."

"Miss Edith also says you haven't showed your mummy how much you missed her yet," Dru said with a sigh.

"Oh, really?" Spike asked.  In a single swift movement, he flipped Dru onto her back and slid his hard cock into her wet passage.  "What does Miss Edith think of that?" he whispered against the dark vampiress' skin.

"More," Dru hissed before Spike captured her lips in a fierce kiss.

**********

"Angelus, don't you think you've tortured the dear enough?" Darla said with mock concern.  She watched as the redhead's body trembled from pent up tension. Angelus had kept his childe in a constant state of arousal for hours.  And although Darla was enjoying the show, she had also missed the redhead's company and wanted the girl back in bed with them where she belonged.

"I suppose so," Angelus replied coolly, smiling as a strangled growl emerged from the redhead's throat.  "I just don't want her to forget who she belongs to."

"You, Angelus," Willow hissed as his fingers found her sopping clit and pinched her hard.  "Only you."

Angelus nodded in response and unlocked the chains that had kept the redhead suspended on her toes.  He slapped her on the ass, smiling at the red mark his hand produced as she slunk towards the bed and captured Darla's mouth with her own.

"Did you have fun playing with the brat?" Darla asked, as Willow's mouth moved lower to nibble at the blonde's neck.

"Oh yes," Willow murmured against the vampiress' skin.  She hissed as she felt Angelus move behind her, pulling her to her knees.  "But I've missed you two," Willow continued.  She pushed Darla back on the bed and snaked her way towards the blonde's slit.  Angelus watched as the redhead forced two, then three fingers into his once-sire's grasping channel and heard Darla's answering moan.

Willow bent her head to lap at the juices flowing around her fingers, growling as she felt herself stretched by her sire's huge cock.  "Angelus," she grunted as he pulled her hips back against him, spreading her legs to force himself deeper into her pussy.  "Fuck me, sire," she begged.

Angelus grinned as he tortured the redhead with slow, deliberate strokes.  Willow growled softly against Darla's curls, frustrated by her sire's refusal to give her what she wanted.

"Fuck her, Angelus," Darla hissed, her demonic visage emerging.

Angelus slid backwards until the head of his cock was barely inside the redhead, then slammed into her with a force that brought an echoing wail from his childe. She hissed and growled as her hips bucked to meet him thrust for thrust, even as Darla's hands held her face firmly in place.

"Willow," the dark vampire hissed as he felt his balls tighten.  He leaned forward and bit into the redhead's back, hearing her muffled scream as the combination of pain and pleasure sent her slamming into an orgasm. Darla's scream followed, only to be drowned out by Angelus' roar as he filled the redhead with his dead seed.

The two vampiress' purred in unison as Angelus slowly withdrew, smiling at the thick rivulets of fluid that leaked down the redhead's thighs.

"See, Spikey, I told you it would be fun to watch," Dru said, clapping her hands in the doorway.

Three sets of golden eyes turned to regard the couple in the doorway.  "Better to join in, though, princess," Angelus said, beckoning to his dark-haired childe.  "You too, Spike," Angelus said, when the bleached blonde remained in the doorway.

"There's plenty of room," Darla said, pushing herself up on her elbows as Willow slid to a sitting position.  "And we are a family, you know."

Spike watched as the redhead's hands played across his sire's dark nipples, heard Dru's contented answering sigh.  He marveled at how easily the redhead fit into the family, how the old bonds and barriers seemed to have vanished with her soul.  "I see that," Spike said, crossing the room and sliding between the redhead and the brunette.  He closed his eyes as two sets of hands pushed him backwards onto the bed and groaned as two tongues met on his throbbing cock.  He opened his eyes long enough to see Angelus slid between the blond vampiress' legs and then closed them again to concentrate on the sensations he was having. That this was where he belonged was the last coherent thought Spike managed before he was lost in a world of ecstacy.

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