The couple on the couch jumped apart with lightning speed when they heard the comment coming for the doorway.
"Well, now I see why you wanted to keep her here. Easier access, and no questions asked, right Angel? And you, you little slut! You were *supposed* to be my best friend, yet I leave you alone with *my* boyfriend for two minutes and you're all over him! Well, at least I'll have one consolation. He's not soulless, so obviously you couldn't make him happy, as if *you* could ever satisfy anyone."
"No, Buffy, it wasn't like that, we didn't do anything." Willow rushed to defend herself, but then as Buffy's comments started to sink in Willow began to get angry and she felt the need to add, "Besides, he can't lose his soul. It's permanent."
"What?!?!" both Buffy and Angel exclaimed.
"Per-man-ent. As in forever. What part didn't you understand?" Willow spat out at Buffy.
"Why didn't you tell me that? Oh, let me guess, was it because you knew that if we thought we couldn't be together we would break up and then you could have him, isn't that right?"
As all the resentment and bitterness and hurt feelings that had been growing for the last year came to the surface, Willow answered "No! It's not right at all! When was I supposed to tell you? Was I supposed to tell you when you disappeared for four months, not even bothering to let us know if you were alive or not? Or was I supposed to tell you when you came back, but Angel was still in Hell? Or at least when I *thought* he was still in Hell, 'cuz you never bothered to tell us that he was back! And then when I did find out that he was back, and tried to tell you over and over again, before I could get more than two words out of my mouth *you* always interrupted with a 'Sorry Will, can't talk now, Faith and I have to train' or a 'Later Will, Faith and I are going out' or a 'Wait Will, I have to tell you all about what Faith and I just did' so, you tell me Buffy, when *precisely* was I supposed to have told you?"
Buffy completely ignored Willow's tirade and continued on as if Willow had never spoken, "'Cuz he obviously wouldn't want anything to do with you if he thought he could have me. I mean, look at you in your fuzzy sweaters and your 'good little girl' overalls. Why would any man want a mouse like *you* when they could have a woman like *me*?
"Oh, so now you're insulting my choice in clothing? Let me tell you something, I'd much rather wear clothing that I'm comfortable in than your brand of slutwear. Why don't you just go find yourself a nice street corner and put up a big sign that says 'Whore, Open for business'?
Buffy slapped Willow across the face. Hard. Willow's rage rose, and along with it came her power. Willow lunged at Buffy, intent on ripping her heart out and eating it raw. Before she could get there, though, Angel yanked her back and yelled at Buffy, "Get the hell out of here! Now! And don't came back! Ever!"
Buffy's eyes narrowed, and she said to Angel, "If I go, I won't come back. You know you can't survive without me. You love me too much. So I'm giving you a chance to rethink your last statement."
"I don't need to rethink anything. Get the hell away from us, and don't come back!"
Buffy turned on her heel and stormed out of the mansion, knowing that Angel would tire of Willow soon and then he would be back with her, where he belonged.