~Part: 1~ All of My Life

I was alone
You were alone
Parallel lines that touched one another.
Just feeling our way,
Lost in the dark,
Drawn to each other

The figure moved into the light. "Willow."

"Goddess, you scared me. It's great to see you." She said, going to him and hugging him.

His brown eyes showed surprise at her trusting gesture. "How do you know it's really me? I could have lost my soul again."

"Nope. I know. Besides, the soul is permanent, remember?"

"Yeah...well, you should be more careful." he said gruffly.

Willow rolled her eyes. "What-ever. Now, tell me, dear friend, why are you here?"

"I heard about Oz...thought you might need a friend." he said simply.

Willow felt tears in her eyes. He'd come to her from LA. He would never know that his departure had upset her far more than Oz. She had sensed the end to her and Oz's relationship during the summer. She knew now that she had never truly loved him the way that he deserved. The events of the past weeks had been surprising, but not unexpected. Her heart had belonged to the man standing in front of her since he had first saved her. She was just very good at hiding that little fact.

"You heard? About Oz?"

He nodded. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah...it hurt the first few days...still does. It feels like I lost a great friend."

So much to say
So much to do
So much of you for me to discover
Like what makes you laugh
What makes you cry
How does a friend become a lover too?

I've waited all of my life to find
Someone who'd need my heart and read my mind
To light my days and warm my nights
Someone I know I could call
My someone for all my life

Looking at you
Looking at me
Loving the look of love that I see there.
I find when I look deep into your eyes
Reflections of me there.
I've waited all of my life to find
Someone who'd need my heart and read my mind
To light my days, and warm my nights
Now all at once in your arms, everythings new,
All that I feel tells me its true
All that I ask is all of my life with you

~Part: 2~ Guilt

Willow pulled away from Angel and looked into his dark eyes.

"Let's go to my house....we need to talk, and I don't think this is the best place." she said gesturing around the alley they were in.

He closed his eyes and nodded. "You're right....Talk..."

They got into Willow's car and made it to her house in no time. She couldn't believe that she and Angel had just had sex...in an alley....on a car....in public. Anyone could have walked by. She knew she had not been very quiet. Buffy could have walked by....(Oh Goddess, what did we do?)

Angel sat and watched Willow's face. Her thoughts clearly written on her features. She was feeling guilty. He wanted to know why. He followed her into the apartment before claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss, punishing her for what he knew she would say.

Willow let herself be drawn into his kiss, before seeing Buffy's face in her mind. She pulled back and put her hand on his hard chest. "No....we need to talk."

She moved away from him and sat on the couch. "We can't do this." she said quietly.

"Why?" he demanded.

"Buffy! Remember her? The love of your unlife? Blonde, about this tall, likes short skirts....the girl you are madly in love with who still loves you? My best friend."

"I don't love Buffy." Angel said.

"Puh-leez.....You don't have to lie to me. I thought we were friends."

"We are. I'm not lieing. I was in love with her, in the beginning. Lust, love...it was all there. After I lost my soul, it was replaced with affection and friendship. Hell, we were never able to even get the friendship part down. She felt the same way, if she would admit it. You are the one I love."

"No." Willow said, shaking her head.

Angel went to her and kneeled, taking her face in her hands.

"Yes. I. Love. You. Willow. I love your smile...your laugh...your babbling...your mind....you amaze me. It took me awhile, but I can admit that to myself and to you. I think a chance at life with you is worth that. What about you? Was I a stand in for Oz? Just some lucky guy you decided to fuck for fun? I need to know."

Willow looked into his eyes and saw the honesty of what he had said. Taking a deep breath, she said, "It's not that way. I got a crush on you when I first saw you. After you saved me, it sort of took off from there. I tried to forget. Oz made me happy, but he wasn't you. The only way that I could be with him was to close my eyes and think of you. I felt so guilty. I had to stop making love with him. I kept thinking that he knew somehow. It was what finally ended our relationship. When you left Sunnydale, I thought I might die. It was like I lost a part of myself. When I saw you in that alley tonight, I felt like I was finally found. Have no doubts, my Angel. I love you."

Angel felt such joy at her words. "We will worry about Buffy and the others later. We need to do this. I don't want to lose this feeling. I doubt you do either."

"I don't....but I don't know. Buffy will be so hurt...Xander will hate me...and Giles? Oh geesh...I can imagine...."

"Willow....this is worth the risk." Angel said quietly.

"I know. I won't worry about it right now."

"Good." Angel said smiling, "Why don't I make sure of that?" he said, kissing her neck.

She smiled. "The bedroom is that way. It should be a bit warmed than that car was...."

He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. The future would have to take care of itself.
 

~Part: 3~ Covers

"Willow....I'm warning you....let me have the blanket."

"No. You're dead. You can't be cold. I am. I don't want to get sick. I have class."

"Will....ooooww" Angel said, in a sing song voice. "Don't make me take them...."

"Just try it buster."

Angel grinned before pulling the blanket with all his might. Willow let go of it right when he tugged. The result? An angry vampire on the floor with a blanket around him. He looked at her laughing face and moved quickly. Before she could react, she was over his knee.

"Angel! Let me up..."

"Don't think so....you were a naughty girl. Hmmm, how many do you think you deserve? First, you wouldn't share the cover. Then, you made me fall. I think fifteen ought to do it."

Willow felt a thread of fear race through her body. She didn't like that menacing, sexy tone in his voice. She shrieked as his hand came in contact with her bare rear.

"Angel! Stop this...I mean it. Let me up."

Angel thought about it a moment. He could smell her arousal beginning. He smiled. He bent close to her ear and nipped at her lobe. "No" he whispered huskily before swatting her again.

Willow wasn't in pain. He was hitting hard enough that she could feel it, but not hard enough to hurt her. Soon, the fear was replaced with desire. (Goddess, I must be a pervert....I'm getting hot from him spanking me like I was some sort of naughty child...) She began to moan as he continued to spank her. Soon, she began to move on his lap. The tension was building.

Angel felt his cock harden as the nude girl writhed back and forth. Her pale ass was turning a rosy shade of pink. He leaned over and kissed the flesh. She gasped as his cold lips came into contact with her burning flesh. "Angeeeel" she pleaded.

He quickly moved them, throwing her to the bed. He entered her wet passage immediately. She clawed at his back, arching to take him in deeper. Their rhythm was wild and soon both found themselves on the verge. He bit into her breast as they both climaxed, she screaming his name.

He looked up at her sheepishly. "I'm sorry I bit you...it was intended."

Dazed, Willow looked down and saw that he had marked her breast. "Not a problem." she said shakily.

Angel moved to pick up the discarded blanket. He wrapped it around both of their bodies, as he pulled Willow closer to him.

"Willow...."

"Yes?" she said sleepily.

"I never made it to fifteen." he warned silkily.
 

~Part: 4~ Secrets

Willow heard a key in the lock and sat up in the bed. She pushed Angel off of her and hurriedly grabbed a robe. She was out of her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her before Buffy had closed the door.

"Willow? Are you still in bed? Girl, it's after 3. Are you sick?"

"Uh...Buffy...Why are you here? No, I'm not sick...actually, yes. I have been feeling a bit ill."

Buffy went over and looked at her. "You do seem flushed. Let me check your head...Doesn't feel like a fever. Oh, I'm here to study. Remember? Psych test. Studying. Today. Here. We talked about this on Friday. Willow...are you sure your ok? Is it Oz?"

Willow felt her face turning red. "No. Definitely not. I'm am over that. No more pity girl. He made a decision, that was probably the right one. I accept...I move on."

Buffy went to the sofa and sat down. Smiling suddenly, she reached down and held up a pair of black silk boxers. "Why, Willow. I didn't know you wore these?" She said, smirking. "I get it. You've been a bad girl, Wills. Is Mr Boxer still here? Oh my God...he is! That's why you ran out of the bedroom. I'm sorry. I should leave." She said, settling back onto the couch.

Willow groaned and sat down in the chair opposite her friend. "Buffy....please leave it alone."

"Uh uh. My best friend decides to have wild monkey sex with some guy who wears silk boxers not a month after the love of her teenage life leaves her and you expect me to just leave? Without details? You know me better than that. I'll be quiet, so we don't wake Prince Charming. Now, tell!"

Willow closed her eyes and made up her mind. "I ran into him at the club on Friday. He was there...I was there....it was magic. He made me forget Oz. Its like he was made for me and only me. He....Oh Buffy, he makes me feel loved. I really need that right now. I just don't know...."

Buffy smiled. "You deserve all the happiness in the world Willow. You're my best friend. I love you. If he makes you this happy, don't let him go. You'll only regret it and wonder for the rest of your life what might have been...." her voice trailed off as her eyes turned sad. "Sorry...forgot. This is about you. Not me. Is he cute?"

Willow felt awful. She was sitting her listening to her friend talk about her relationship with Angel, while he was in her room laying naked in her bed where they had made love all weekend. She was a terrible awful person. Buffy deserved the truth. She should be brave and tell her. She would.

"Very." is all that would come out.

Buffy got up. "Well, we can study tomorrow. I'll leave now. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Oh, and I expect to meet this Romeo soon. I need to make sure he's good enough for my Willow."

Willow heard the door close, and then one open. She looked up into Angel's watchful eyes.

"You ok?"

"I lied to her. Please, just hold me."

Angel went to her and held her in his strong arms. She breathed in his scent and tried to forget that she had just betrayed her best friend.

Buffy opened the door. She had forgotten her book. She stopped when saw Willow rocking in a man's arms. She looked at the man. He seemed familiar. He had dark hair. All she could see was one nicely shaped arm. Deciding she'd better go before she was caught, she quietly closed the door. The familiarity of the man wouldn't go away. Suddenly, it hit her. He had looked like Angel. Shaking her head, Buffy got in her car. She was seriously going crazy. Here she thought she was over him, and she was seeing him everywhere. She needed to get out more. She was happy for Willow. She knew how horrible her friend had felt after Oz's departure. She couldn't wait to meet this mystery man. She'd have to ask Willow what his name was in the morning.
 

~Part: 5~ Realization

Buffy sat on her bed and looked at her psych notes. There was something nagging the back of her mind. It had been there since she had gone to Willow's place earlier. She knew it was stupid, but she had sensed that the man with Willow had not only been familiar, but also a vampire. She thought she was going crazy. (It must be because he reminded me of Angel....that's the only thing I can think of....Willow would never sleep with a vampire...) Her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the phone.

"Hello."

"Thank God. Where the hell have you been?" the voice demanded.

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Cordelia. How wonderful to hear from you. To what do I owe this honor?" she said sarcastically.

"Trust me Buffy. I wouldn't call if it wasn't important."

"Angel! Is it Angel? What happened?" Buffy demanded.

"Huh?" Cordelia asked. "What-ever. Can I talk to him?"

Buffy was confused. "Talk to who?"

"Duh. Angel. He is there isn't he?"

"What?"

"Well, he left here Friday afternoon. He said he wanted to be in Sunnydale by Friday night. He isn't back yet. Why, haven't you seen him?"

Buffy closed her eyes. Hurt filled her. She could feel tears in her eyes. "Yeah...I saw him." she said softly.

"Well, then. Where is he?"

"Try Willow. She should know." She hung up the phone, feeling betrayed. (Why...Willow. I would give anything for your happiness....you are my best friend... You didn't have to lie. It would have been hard, but if Angel was what made you so happy, I could have tried....You didn't give me the chance, you lied. I don't know if I can forgive that....) Giving in to the tears, she fell back on her pillows.

* * * * *

Willow picked up the phone and was surprised to hear Cordelia's voice. "Let me talk to Angel."

"Huh?"

"God, not you too. I thought Buffy was bad enough. She said he was with you. Let me talk to him."

The phone fell out of Willow's hand. Angel looked at her concerned.

"Buffy knows" she whispered.

"Good grief....is that who's on the phone?"

"Nuh uh. Cordy...for you."

"What is it?" he demanded. "Yeah...ok. I'll be there." he hung up and looked at Willow. She hadn't moved.

"I have to go back tonight. Doyle had a vision. I don't want to, but I have to."

She just nodded her head. Buffy must hate her now. (What am I going to do? Xander and Giles will find out...they'll never forgive me....)

"Willow..." Angel brought her face up and looked into her eyes. "Come with me?" he asked softly.
 

~Part: 6~ Love Bites

"Angel....I can't go. School remember?"

Angel frowned. She wouldn't look at him. She hadn't since Cordelia had phoned. He would have to kill that bitch. She had ruined it all. "Willow....look at me."

She did, tears in her eyes. "I hurt her. She's my best friend and here I am screwing the love of her life. I love you Angel, but I love her too."

"What are you saying? You know she'll get over it. She needs you."

Willow shook her head. "I lied to her."

"I know. But she should understand."

"No. She and I promised that no matter what we would never lie to each other. It was shortly after her slayer ritual, when Giles helped the council. I betrayed that. I should have told her this morning. I lost her."

"You have me."

"Yeah....you're in LA. She's here. I can't do this. It is too soon. I just got over Oz. Buffy hates me. I'm sorry." her voice trailed off.

Angel felt the demon trying to break its cage. "No." he said quietly.

She looked at him. "Yes. Maybe another time...another place."

He smirked. "You've seen Casablanca too many times Luv. I love you. You love me. There is no problem. Buffy will get over it. She's a big girl. Not like she hasn't fucked anyone since me. I mean, she's not mourning or anything."

"That was crude. Your leaving hurt her a lot."

"Willow....I am not spending the last few moments I have talking about my ex-lover. I will not let you go. Now, come here."

Willow felt a rush of fear at his words. She had read about Angelus, but assumed it was the demon. Now, she wasn't so sure. She wondered if he had been that obsessive while human. The thought terrified her.

"Willow" he said softly, sensing her fear,"I will never hurt you. You are mine now. I'm not leaving until you accept that we have a relationship."

Willow nodded. "I love you Angel....it's just hard. I have to see her tomorrow. What am I going to say? Hey, by the way Buff, you know now that the stud is Angel. Doesn't he do great things with his tongue? Hell, I can't do this. Love bites. I hate it."

Angel went to her and claimed her mouth. Her desire for him overruled her thoughts. He might scare her, but she loved him. She had for years. She gave in to his demanding mouth.

"Come with me....just for a few days. Give her some time to think. Then, you can come back and talk to her." he kissed her again, bringing his had up to knead her breast. "Please" he whispered huskily.

Willow nodded. She couldn't tell him no, especially when he was doing such wonderful things with his hands. "I'll go with you, but only for a few days. I can't miss that many of my classes."

He pulled her into his arms and smiled. He had won this round. She was going with him, where she belonged. He would never let her leave him. She meant too much to him. He was hers. She was his. Forever.
 

~Part: 7~ Los Angelus

Willow walked into the building following behind Angel. She had been terrible company the entire drive. She was too busy hoping that Buffy could forgive her. She got into the elevator and smiled tentatively at Angel.

"I'm sorry. I just can't forget Buffy."

"No problem. That's one of the things I love about you." he said quietly. "In this relationship, we both may have to make some allowances. It's worth it."

The elevator stopped. She got out and looked around. "Wow. This is nice....kind of dark."

She looked at Angel and saw that he was looking around too. She smiled. "What? You were only gone for two days."

"I never realized how dark it was. Terribly depressing. I need a bit more color. And what the hell is this? He must be crazy." he mumbled, looking at some of the antiques laying around.

Willow just shook her head. Sometimes she just couldn't understand him. "Where's the bathroom?"

"I'll show you. I need to change anyway." He led her to the bedroom. She went in to freshen up, splashing cold water on her face.

"Maybe I should call Buffy...." she said as she left the bathroom.

"Enough about the damn slayer." Angel said crossly.

Startled, she looked at him. (Oh Goddess....) He had changed into a pair of tight leather pants and a dark blue shirt. She looked into his smiling eyes. He could see her desire.

"The slayer is in Sunnydale. Let the little bitch wallow in self pity for awhile. She deserves no more than that."

"Angel! What's wrong with you? You used to love her."

"I NEVER loved the bitch. HE did. I wanted you. Always did. Now, I have you."

Willow felt a shiver of fear race through her. She recognized the cocky arrogance...the sneer on his lips...

"Angelus?" she whispered.

He smiled brightly. "Guess that curse didn't work, huh Red?"

"How....when..."

"Well, I think you know how. When, Friday night. Decided to keep it a secret until I got you away from the slayer. I didn't know how you'd react. Now, don't worry, lover. I have no plans for world domination this time. Nor do I want to be bothered with the slayer. I am here because of you. I'm actually a pretty nice guy, if I do say so myself. You'll learn that. We have all the time in the world...." He said, moving towards her. His lips caught hers in a bruising kiss. "I love you Willow."

Willow felt her control slipping as she relaxed into the kiss. No, it had to be a nightmare. He couldn't be Angelus. She didn't love Angelus.....did she?
 

~Part: 8~ Worries

Willow waited until she was sure that Angelus was sleeping more getting out of the bed. She couldn't believe that she was still here with him. He was evil. He had killed her damn fish. He had killed Miss Calendar. Yet, here she was sneaking out of his bed. Last night had been such a surprise. She didn't know what to do. Angelus was back and he wanted her. That was even more hard to believe than Angel loving her. She wasn't the type to inspire that sort of passion.

Angelus frightened her. She heard his promises, that she was safe, that he wouldn't kill any of her friends, but she wasn't reassured. She had read the diaries about him. She knew how manipulative and just plain evil he could be. You could look at what he did to Drusilla and recognize that. She had no intention of being another passing obsession. She knew that she loved Angel. She even was honest to herself and knew that she loved Angelus. It had been him that she had spent the weekend with, not Angel. He was the man she had fallen deeper into love with.

She went to the phone and began to dial Giles' number. She didn't want Angel's soul restored. It hadn't lasted the last time. She just wanted to know what Giles thought of this turn of events. Also, deep down, she wanted someone to know where she was in case he was lieing to her. The phone was answered and she heard Giles sleepily say hello. Before she could respond, she heard a click as the phone went dead. Startled, she turned around and looked into Angelus' sexy smirk. His eyes were dark. She swallowed as she wondered what he would say.

"Tsk tsk...Naughty girl....."
 

~Part: 9~ Fear

Willow looked into his dark eyes and gulped. This was not the sweet lover that she had spent the weekend with. This was the man who tried to kill her almost two years ago. She moved back, away from him.

Angelus smiled. "I smell your fear, Willow. Why are you afraid of me? I promise that I would never hurt you." He sniffed the air, "It turns me on. Seeing you trembling...hearing your heartbeat....your shallow breathing...I'm getting hard just thinking about what will be coming."

Willow tried to ignore his words. "I...I... I'm sorry.....I wasn't trying to leave...." she felt tears on her cheek.

Suddenly, he frowned. He came forward and wipe one of the tears across her cheek, caressing her face as he went. "I know you weren't going to leave. I wouldn't have allowed it anyway. You are mine. Forget any thoughts of calling the slayer and begging her to save you. Who would she save you from? Yourself? You want this as much as I do. I know you, little girl." He brought his finger up to his mouth, his tongue coming out to lick away the wet saltiness from his finger. "I don't want anymore tears."

Willow just looked at him in silence.

He smirked. "Do you know how pleasurable it is going to be? When your fear is forgotten and you lie under me, begging...writhing in ecstasy...pleading with me to fuck you....wanting nothing more than for me to fill you completely.... calling out MY name as you cum....allowing me total possession of not only your body but your mind and your soul....I can't wait to see you tremble with desire instead of fear....Willow?"

She had closed her eyes as his words washed over her, her mind picturing what he was describing. Her fear was forgotten as her arousal took shape. When she heard him say her name, she opened them.

He reached forward and ran his hand beside her face, close but not touching. "What do you want?"
 

~Part: 10~ Want

What did she want? He was going to make her ask....beg. She hated him. She hated his stupid games.

"I want to not feel this way." she said quietly.

She cried out in pain as he grabbed her wrist tightly. "Do Not Ever Say That." he said through clenched teeth, his eyes angry.

"You're hurting me."

Angelus loosen his grip, but did not let go. "Why?"

Willow took a deep breath. "You don't understand. I should feel guilty. Angel is gone. I killed him. My love killed him. I betrayed my best friend. I turned my back on her. Everyone is going to hate me. More so when they find out that I am with Angelus. You killed Giles' love. He will never forget that. Xander? Don't even get me started on him. Buffy? She will try to kill you. She won't believe that you aren't plotting terrible nightmarish things...."

Angelus listened to her, his anger fading as he realized just how scared she was. He didn't have his soul, but he loved her. He was honest when he said that he would never hurt her. She was his mate. He never intended to let her go. He pulled her into his arms and ran his hand over her back. "Willow....Angel loved you. It took him longer to realize it, but he is inside me. You didn't kill him. You set him free."

She looked at him, her eyes curious.

Angelus sighed unconsciously. "Angel and Angelus are the same being. True, Angel had a soul and I don't. I am an evil bastard, I will admit that. I was even while human. I tend to be sadistic and I love to play games with people's emotions and thoughts. It was always there. The demon just brings it out more. Before, with the slayer, due to the conditions of the curse, I was freed with the intent purpose of killing the one who brought me happiness. This time, I was able to just come back. I have no lust for the slayer's blood, unless she takes you away from me. Know now, I will never let you go. If you try, I will get you back. I may even kill people you love if need me. NOTHING will come between us." he said forcefully.

Willow shook her head. She understood now the subtle differences in him. This Angelus was what was always there. She actually felt reassured at his words. "You don't understand."

"What don't I understand?"

"I don't want to leave." she said softly.

Angelus waited. Of all the words she could have uttered these were not what he expected.

She looked at him and smiled wryly. "I loved Angel for years. It was that intense longing for someone you knew you could never have. He was Buffy's. When you came back, I felt that usual love but it was accompanied by this incredible lust. You tried to kill me, and I wanted you. I hated myself. When you left, and Angel was back, I still loved him but I missed you. He was back to being Buffy's brood boy. On Friday, I thought I was dreaming. I had to take the chance and get what I could. I would have hated myself if I hadn't confessed my feelings. Over the weekend, I fell deeper into love. Now I understand why. It was you. I feel guilty that I am glad you came back. I mean, Angel was Buffy's, but Angelus was mine. You're mine."

He felt pleasure at her words. She had chosen him over Angel. He knew that he was actually both men, but he couldn't help feeling the victor.

"I'm yours." He confirmed. "You're mine."

She looked him straight in the eye. "I'm yours. You asked me what I want? Well, I want you, Angelus."

He smiled sexily as he pulled her into his arms. "Well, I did promise that I would always give you what you want" he said, bending down and capturing her mouth in a penetrating kiss.
 

~Part: 11~ Need

Willow felt his cold lips on her neck. She opened her eyes, fully awake. They had spent on all night making love. Sweet and slow, hard and fast....It had been more pleasure than she thought imaginable. Now, when she had finally gotten to sleep, he was at it again.

"You're insatiable." she moaned.

He smiled at her. "You bring it out in me." he said before moving lower. She felt his teeth lightly biting her nipple. His hand went down to her core. When he ran his finger through her wetness, she felt him smile against her breast. "You're soaking. And you call me insatiable?"

"Shut up old man. Just fuck me." she demanded, arching up into his questing fingers.

"With pleasure." He positioned himself at her entrance and slammed in. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his cold flesh against hers. He continued to bite and nip at her flesh as he thrust into her. Her hands went to his chest, her fingernails digging into the surface. Small trickles of blood mixed with the hair scattered across the pale surface.

She knew she was horrid. She liked him gentle with her, but deep down, this is what she loved. The passion, the roughness, the teasing...he was her Angelus. She cried out as she tightened around him. Screaming his name, she bit her lip, drawing blood. He slowed down letting her fall back down before continuing his rhythm. She felt his tongue on her lips, licking the blood away. Her eyes met his, and they locked. She moved her head slightly to the right, allowing him access to her neck. His eyes darkened at her gesture. He morphed in front of her. She watched in fascination as he moved to her neck. His tongue licking at her pulse. Sucking the skin.

She could feel the familiar tremors in her abdomen. She was on the brink. He started to move faster....deeper. She felt his teeth penetrate her skin the same time that she felt his release flood her womb. She cried out again, biting into his shoulder. He pulled away from her neck, his handsome features once again back to normal. He ran a hand over her face, wiping away the sweat. He leaned down and brought his lips to hers.

"Sleep." he said as he settled beside her, pulling her into his embrace.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being protected. She slowly drifted off to sleep.
 

~Part: 12~ Future

Willow lay beside Angelus, her finger drawing pictures across his chest.

"What's wrong?" he asked quietly.

She looked at him and smiled. "What are we going to do? Buffy is going to try to kill you. I know that. I can't be in Sunnydale without you."

"The slayer won't kill me."

"If she doesn't, it will mean that you killed her. I can't Angelus. I took away her Angel, I can't let you kill her."

"There is another option, you know?"

"I don't like LA. Besides, she could come here easily. You know Cordelia will tell them all you're back."

"Willow....Willow....Willow....There is more to the world than just LA and Sunnydale."

She raised startled green eyes to his amused dark ones. "Do you mean leave?"

"It's perfect. That way, no one will have to know I'm back. You said yourself that there will be no friendly faces in Sunnydale. I hate LA. Too dreary. I'd love to show you Europe. What do you say Red?"

"What about school?"

"School.....schmool...You can learn by experience. Besides, I will be turning you one day. What good will an education be then?"

Willow had to smile at the arrogance in his voice. "You have it all planned don't you?"

He smirked. "Always."

"OK. Let's do it. I love you Angelus."

"And I love you sweet Willow. Are you sure?"

"Always." she smirked, throwing his words back at him. He really was a bad influence on her.

He laughed. "Great. We can go get your personal stuff tomorrow and be on the way by dawn. I can't wait to show you Paris...Rome....London...Athens...It is all so amazing."

She had to laugh at his joy. At times like this, it was hard to remember that he was Angelus. "Well, where to first, lover?"

He grinned wickedly. "I'm thinking Venice."

"What are you planning?" she asked, recognizing the smile.

"Nothing." he said innocently.

"Don't try that with me Mister. What is in Venice?"

He pulled her in for a kiss. "Not what, who. I have a little unfinished business with my favorite disobedient child. I just need to let him know Daddy's back and not too happy."

Willow felt his mouth on her breast and groaned. (Poor Spike.....)

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