Title: A Dream is a Wish Your Demon Makes
Author: Janet Lynn (janet324@attbi.com)  
Rating: NC-17 overall.
Pairing: W/S/A (us) and all the pairings possible therein.

Warning: This contains het, multiple partners, m/m slash, some non-con, and blood play.  If any of this offends your sensitive nature, please avert your eyes.
Genre: BtVS/AtS
Disclaimer: All things BtVS and AtS belong to Joss Whedon (my god), Mutant Enemy, etc.  I own nothing, so please don’t sue me.  I just want to play with the yummy beings that Joss created.

Spoilers: Season 4 of Buffy and part of season 2 of Angel.  For Angel, all of season 2 and part of season 3 through “Billy”.  So pretty much the gang is intact and Conner never happened.
Distribution: Just ask.  I’m generous.

Author’s Notes: This is during the summer after season 4 of BtVS.  Since school is out, Willow and Tara are staying at Willow’s parent’s house while they are out of the country for the summer.

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A special thank-you to my beta readers Kerry and Amyvamp.  You guys rock!!  I don’t think I would have done this without you.  This is my first fanfic, so please be nice and let me know what you think.

 

Part 1

 

Willow looked around the dark hallway of Sunnydale High.  Somehow she knew something wasn’t right.  Slowly she looked around and there, in the shadows, was Angel.  He beaconed her to him and she slowly made her way over to where he was standing.  The closer she got to him the more she knew there was something wrong.  She tried to stop her feet from moving, but they just wouldn’t obey her. Once she was within arms length, Angel reached out with vampiric speed and clutched her close to his body.  That’s when she realized that this wasn’t Angel at all, it was actually Angelus. 

 

“Not again”, she sighed.

 

She trembled against his hard body as she waited for Xander and Ms. Calender to show up, but they didn’t.  Slowly, Angelus began to rub himself against Willow in a very sensual manner. 

 

“Hello, little one.  Did you miss me?” he whispered in her ear.

 

Just the words brushing against her sensitive flesh sent shivers down her spine.

 

“What do you want, Angelus!” she demanded through clenched teeth.  She didn’t want the evil incarnation of her friend to know how much he actually affected her.

 

“You should know that by now little one.  I am here to keep my promise.” 

 

Willow immediately stiffened in the dark vampire’s embrace.  This had never happened before.  She had experienced dreams similar to this many times since her first encounter with the demon inside her best friend’s boyfriend, but it had always either concluded like it did in reality with her friends rescuing her, or by the vampire biting her and draining her dry.  Either way, she always woke up quickly and out of breath.  But this dream was very different from what she was used to, and it scared her.

 

The dark vampire slowly moved his mouth down to Willow’s ear and licked it quickly before speaking to her again. 

 

“You do remember what I told you, don’t you?” he questioned her.

 

Willow, suddenly unable to speak, could only nodded her head.  She remembered what the vampire had told her the first time he captured her.  In between the threats to her life and the jabs he threw at her friends, he whispered to her promises of immense pleasure.  Every time she had thought back on the things he said, it made her blush all over.

 

“I’m here to make good on those promises, my little one”.  As he said the words, Angelus began to move his hands seductively over her body.  He had her pinned up against him with her back against him.  This gave him perfect access to her soft, warm flesh.  The way his fingers danced over her skin made rational thought difficult for the young girl.  His tongue was tracing the outer edge of her ear and his fingers were making their way down her front.  Angelus reached the bottom of the girl’s fuzzy sweater and slowly began to trace circles around her navel. 

 

“Please…” Willow whispered, barely believing that she was able to utter the word at all.

 

Angelus chuckled.  “Please what, little one?”

 

“Please stop.  We can’t”, she replied shakily.

 

“Now why can’t we?  You can’t tell me you aren’t enjoying this.  Tell the truth.”

 

“I…I don’t know.  I’m so confused”. Willow didn’t know what she wanted anymore.  She was afraid of what the evil vampire might do, but at the same time, she was afraid of what he might not do.  She didn’t want him to stop touching her, and that thought disgusted her.

 

While she was deciding what she really wanted, Angelus took matters in to his own hands.  He moved his left hand up to cup her breast and lightly pinched the tender nipple he found there.  She gasped at the sudden pain and shuddered at the pleasure that came right along with it.  His right hand moved its way down until it found the bottom of her skirt.  As he renewed his work on her ear and neck with his mouth, he reached under her skirt and into her panties and rubbed against the nest of curls he found there.

 

Willow could not believe the feelings that were rising in her young body.  She felt as if her entire body were on fire.  She knew she should be terrified and try to run away, but she knew there was no way she would be able to leave, even if he let her go.  All she could do was whimper and feel.

 

The dark vampire knew he had her right where he wanted her.  Slowly, his right hand made its way down to her warm center, while his mouth and other hand continued their ministrations.  Willow thought she would go insane with the pleasure she was feeling.

 

“Do you want to cum, little one?” Angelus whispered huskily in her ear.  “Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll give you everything you ever wanted.”

 

“No…” she answered.  It was barely a whisper and Angelus chuckled against her neck. 

 

“What?” he asked.  He slipped a single finger inside her while his thumb slowly circled her sensitive clit.  “I didn’t hear you, Willow.”

 

“No”, she said again, just barely louder.  He pinched her nipple a little harder, tugging the tender nub slightly, and increased the pace of his other hand.

 

“What?” he questioned again as he continued his assault on her body.

 

“No.” she said, much louder this time.  She could barely contain herself.  Angelus knew that she was close, so he pushed her even farther.

 

“Give in, little one.  You know what I told you is true.  I said I would come back for you and now I have. Give in.  Just give in” he kept repeating to her over and over.  His hands and mouth never stopping there torturous action on her body.

 

“No!” Willow shouted as her release overtook her body.  She shook violently with her orgasm as she thrust herself onto the vampire questing fingers.  She continued to shout “No…no…no…” until suddenly she sat upright in her bed and slowly she realized it was only another dream.

 

**

 

“Baby, its ok.  It was just a dream” Tara tried to comfort her lover.  “Were the frogs after you?” she asked.

 

“What?” Willow asked.  She was still quite disoriented.  She realized that she was shaking, but didn’t know if it was from the shock of the dream or the orgasm it had caused.  “No, no frogs” she replied. “It was just a nightmare.”

 

“What was it about, baby?” Tara asked.  “Do you want to talk about it?”

 

“No, I don’t think so.”  The redhead was too embarrassed to tell her girlfriend that she had just had an extremely erotic dream about the evil incarnation of her best friend’s ex-boyfriend.  “It was just the dream about the time when Angelus grabbed me in the hall at the high school” Willow lied.  She hated to lie to Tara, but she knew there was no way she could tell her the truth.

 

“Poor baby” Tara soothed.  “You haven’t had that one in a long time.  Do you want me to make it better?”  She asked with a coy smile on her face.

 

Willow looked at her and smiled.  Oddly enough, that was the last thing she wanted right then. “No, just hold me for right now.  I want to go back to sleep and be not dream having, ok?”  She hoped her girlfriend wouldn’t take her rejection badly and be the understanding girl that Willow loved. 

 

Tara smiled down at the woman she loved.  “Sure, anything you want.  All sleepy, no dreamy.”  She giggled and pulled Willow into her arms.  Soon, Tara was drifting off, but Willow just lay there staring at the ceiling.

 

<What the hell was that all about?> she wondered before snuggling down into her girlfriends embrace, praying that her sleep would remain vampire free.

 

Part 2

 

Across town in one of the many cemeteries that populated Sunnydale, Spike was making his way home.  He had spent most of the early morning hours playing kitty poker with the guys at one of his favorite hideouts.  Now that he was chipped and unable to bite, he had to find something else to occupy his time, and beating the tar out of others at cards seemed like a decent past time. 

 

As he headed toward his crypt, he felt someone watching him.  Thinking maybe it was Buffy or one of the Scoobies, we shouted, “Alright! I know someone is out here, so show yourself or I might get pissy”.

 

He looked around, when suddenly a small female minion crawled out from behind a small bush next to his crypt.

 

“Begging your pardon, Master Spike”, she started quickly.  “I was sent by my master with a present for you.”

 

<A present?  Sounds promising> Spike thought.  <And ‘Master’ Spike.  I wonder who this vampire is?>

 

“Ok, where’s this present at?” he asked, trying to act like the master she had addressed him as.

 

Slowly, the minion stood up and walked toward the blond vampire.  She reached into her coat and pulled out an envelope.  As soon as he took it out of her hand, she made a slight bow and ran away as though dawn were about to break.

 

“What the hell?” Spike questioned.  This was certainly strange.  He looked down at the envelope and wondered if he should open it here or wait until he got back inside his crypt.  Curiosity got the better of him and he tore open the envelope.  Inside was a single piece of paper.  It appeared to be old parchment paper.  As he unfolded it, he felt himself begin to shake.  If his heart was still beating, it would have stopped right then.

 

What he was holding in his hand was a beautifully made sketch.  It was him, laying face down on a huge bed, naked with his arms and legs tied to posts, his entire face and body beaten and bruised.  He had obviously just been punished.  At the bottom of the sketch in beautiful script was a single word…soon.

 

“Bloody hell!” he whispered to the night. “Angelus!”

 

Spike ran inside his crypt, trying to deny that his sire was back.  Because Spike had been a very bad boy.

 

Part 3

 

Angel stretched languidly in his bed as he slowly began to wake up.  It felt so good to finally be getting some decent sleep for a change.  The dreams he had when Darla had invaded his sleeping hours had made him wary of sleeping in general.  But now his life was getting back to normal, or as normal as life can be for a soul having vampire with a mission from the Powers that Be. 

 

<Wesley really does good work> Angel thought as he headed to his bathroom for a quick shower.

 

Once Angel had gotten his friends back and his life back on track, he confided in Wesley that he was still having trouble sleeping even though Darla had stopped tormenting him.  So, Wesley had done some research and came up with what he believed to be a fairly mild vampire sedative.  Nothing really strong enough to knock Angel out, but just enough to keep his sleep dream free.  And it was working like a charm.  Angel had gone two whole weeks without a single disturbing dream.  That thought made him smile.

 

As he let the hot water warm his normally cool skin, Angel thought about the things that had happened to him and his family recently.  Yes, Angel now thought of them as his family. Not friends or co workers, they were beyond that now.  It was the first time that Angel had thought of anyone as family since his vampire family, and that had not turned out very well.  But Angel had a good feeling about the people he surrounded himself with. 

 

The water began to run cold, so Angel decided he had better get out of the shower.  He stepped out and dried off with a large towel.  As he walked back into his bedroom to get dressed, he noticed something on his desk he hadn’t seen before.  His art supplies were out.  He rarely touched them anymore.  They were a reminder of his old life.  Angelus had loved to draw and, although Angel enjoyed the past time as well, he rarely indulged himself with it. 

 

His favorite medium sat before him: classic parchment and charcoal.  There was so much you could do with such simple tools that they had always fascinated him.  So, without thinking much about it, Angel sat down in the chair before the desk and, still unclothed, reached out and picked up the supplies.

 

Almost is if by their own volition, his finger began to work on the paper before him.  A line here, a smudge there and suddenly a picture began to form on the page before him.  Angel worked, unthinking, for almost an hour, not realizing the time that had past. 

 

Then, as suddenly as he had started, he stopped.  Angel shook his head, as though he were coming out of a daze.  He looked down at the image that he had drawn.  And it chilled him to the bone. 

 

There, in his hands, was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and it scared him.  He closed his eyes and opened them again, but the vision was still there.  He just couldn’t believe it.

 

It was Willow.  She had her head thrown back in the most beautiful expression of pleasure he had ever seen.  Her hair was everywhere, as though she had been ravished and her lips almost looked swollen from kissing.  Then Angel noticed the one thing that scared him more than anything else.  On her neck was a bite mark.  Not just any bite mark, but his mark, his claim.

 

All he could do was stare at the beauty in his hand and wonder.  “What the hell is going on?” 

 

Part 4 

Willow spent most of the day wondering what was up with her dream the night before. She thought about it over and over. She couldn’t figure out what was up with that dream. Ever since that night when Angelus had captured her in his arms, she had thought about it a lot. At first, the thought of being in the deadly vampires embrace had scared at her. But as she got older, she thought that maybe the situation could have turned out differently. She had even fantasized about it once or twice.  

Of course, that was after Angel came back and she knew that he wasn’t a threat anymore. And, besides, gay now, remember? No more crushes on her best friend’s yummy vampire boyfriend. So, why did she have this dream now? As much she tried not to, it really bothered her.  

Was Angel evil again? What had happened to his soul? She knew that there was one way to find out for sure. She could just call Cordy in LA and ask her, but was that really smart? What would she say? Hey, Cordy it’s Willow. Yeah, by any chance is Angelus running around LA in an Angel suit killing everyone is sight? Why? Well, you see, I had this dream and, just for my piece of mind, would you ask Angel if he was planning on coming to Sunnydale to seduce or kill me. Yeah, that would go over really well. 

So, she decided on a plan. Since there was no real baddy running loose in Sunnydale at the present time, she decided to give Giles a shot. No one would be at his apartment, so she could talk to him privately. She lied to Tara, again, about what was going on. She hated to do it, but she didn’t want to scare her girlfriend needlessly. So she told her she was going over to see Giles to do him a small favor involving the computer. Knowing how much Giles hates computers, it was a lie that was easy enough for Tara to buy into. She also called Buffy and Xander, just to make sure that they had other plans and wouldn’t show up at the apartment and wonder what Willow was doing there by herself.  

Putting on her resolve face and convincing herself that this was something that had to be done, she pulled on her coat and headed over to the former watcher’s place. 

***  

Spike was beginning to get worried. He had looked at the drawing about a hundred times during the day. He had been unable to sleep, because every time he closed his eyes he say his Sires face. Not the crazy vampire who came back after shagging the slayer, but his sire. Angelus, the one who made him the vampire he is today. Ok, well, the vampire he was before those stupid soldier boys grabbed him and put the stupid chip in his head. Bloody pillocks!  

He stalked through the crypt and remembered all the things his sire told him. Relived every beating and punishment he had ever received, and there had been plenty. Even as William the Bloody, he had been stubborn and caustic and caused his sire plenty of ire. Sometimes he did things just for the fun of it. There was nothing more beautiful than Angelus in a rage. He would stalk around and throw things and curse in that damned beautiful Gaelic. Spike didn’t understand what he said, but he loved to hear it. He would do anything just to see his sire running at him with that beautiful hair rippling behind his head as he came toward William. It always took his breath away. Well, it would have if he actually had breath. 

Now that Spike had been up all day and quite well frustrated by the images of his sire that occupied his thoughts, he was ready to go looking for some answers. And he was grumpy. As the saying goes, a sleepy vampire is a grumpy vampire. But how? He couldn’t just jump in the car and head down to LA. He was certain that he was not very welcome by the Angel Investigations crew. Not after his last visit to LA. Hell, all he did was torture Angel a little in an attempt to get his ring back. It’s not like Angel wouldn’t have done the same thing, right? 

That settled, who could he trust to find out some answers for him? Then it hit him. Of course, the watcher would be able to find something out. He had stayed in touch with the Poof and would be able to make up some lie that the idiots over there would believe to determine if Angel was still soul having or not. So, Spike decided he would go over to the watcher’s and ask nicely. If that didn’t work, he’d threaten him, although he didn’t think that would work. The whole damned Scooby gang knew that he was neutered, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t put on one hell of a show, right? Right then. Let’s get this show on the road. 

He grabbed his duster and headed out into the night, sure that this would work. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he never noticed the same small female minion following him from a careful distance. 

Part 5 

Willow hesitantly knocked on the door to Giles’ apartment. She hadn’t called to say she was coming over and she figured Giles wasn’t expecting other company. This was pretty much confirmed when she heard guitar music coming from inside the apartment. She hated to disturb him, but she really didn’t want to stay standing outside until he stopped. So, she took a deep breath and knocked. 

The music stopped and in just a few moments the door opened. Willow was shocked to find Rupert Giles standing before her in a pair of jeans and a plain white T shirt.  

“Wow” Willow exclaimed, with a huge smile on her face. “Really moving away from the tweed, I see.” 

Giles just looked down at her, slightly perplexed. He hadn’t expected any of the children to come over, so he took the opportunity to practice his music and relax a little. Since coming to Sunnydale, he didn’t get that chance very often, so when the opportunity presented itself, he took it with glee. 

“Willow” the former librarian stammered. “I wasn’t expecting any of you to come over tonight. Are you all alone?” 

“Yeah” Willow replied, sheepishly. She now felt very embarrassed for bothering the man, but she still felt this was very important. “I need to talk to you, Giles”. 

“Well, come in.” Giles moved out of the doorway and Willow could tell that he had been planning a night of serious reverie. Not only was his guitar out, but his entire record collection was as well. A trip down memory lane is what Willow guessed was on the agenda for Giles this evening. 

“What seems to be the trouble, Willow?” Giles asked, pulling Willow out of her mental inventory of Giles personal belongings. “Is something the matter with Buffy?” 

“No. Nothing wrong with Buffy” Willow replied. She wasn’t sure how to approach the subject with Giles. She thought maybe the direct approach would be the best idea. “Giles, I was wondering if you would do me a favor.” 

“Of course, Willow” the watcher said sympathetically. “If it is within my power, I will do anything I can. Now, what is it?” 

“Ok, well, here’s the deal. Last night…” Willow started. She didn’t get very far. They were interrupted by a pounding on the door. 

“What the…” Giles started. But he was silenced when he heard a shouting from the other side of the door. 

“Hey! Watcher! Let me in! I got something to talk to you about!” 

“Spike” Willow and Giles said at the same time. Willow shook her head as Giles walked over to open the door. His first peaceful night in a long time was suddenly getting very crowded. 

“’Bout damned time” Spike grumbled as he walked in. “Been standin’ outside all bleedin’ night.” 

“What do you want Spike?” Giles grumbled. The blond vampire was one of his least favorite visitors and he also was hoping he would be able to find out what Willow wanted. 

“I need you to call the Poof for me” Spike said casually. He flopped down on the couch next to Willow, gave her a wink and plopped his feet up on the coffee table as though he hadn’t just asked Giles to contact the one person everyone thought Spike hated the most. 

“And why, in God’s name, would I want to do that?” Giles asked, extremely perturbed at the vampire. 

“Because I think that Angelus might be back”. Spike made the statement so casually that Willow and Giles were stunned into silence for several moments. 

Coming out of her daze, Willow leaned in close to Spike and asked him very intently “What did you just say?” 

Spike leaned back into her that their noses were almost touching and said very deliberately, “I said, I think my bloody Sire Angelus might be back”. 

Willow’s face fell as she dissolved into the couch and she whispered “Oh no”. 

Spike looked at Willow with more than a little concern. “What is it, Red?” 

Willow slowly raised her eyes from the spot on floor she had been intently studying and looked Spike in the eyes. She couldn’t believe that she was this. “I think Spike is right.” 

“What?” both Spike and Giles said in unison. This couldn’t be happening. 

“I think you both had better tell me what the hell is going on around here!” Giles snapped a little harsher than he had intended. “Spike, tell me why you think Angelus is back.” 

“Well, last night a minion showed up and gave me a letter that she said was from her master” Spike started. “When I opened the bugger up, it was a picture of me. Just like the ones that Angelus used to draw. He’s the only one who would have sent it to me. The soul is gone and the bastard is back, I’m sure of it.” Just talking about it made Spike feel uneasy.

“And Willow, what makes you think Angelus is back” the watcher asked, mentally taking notes and praying that these two were wrong. 

“Well, it’s kinda embarrassing” Willow said. Just thinking about the erotic dream and the resulting orgasm made the redhead blush. “I had a dream last night, about Angelus…he, uh grabbed me and, uh did things…very unAngelly things. It was so real, I’ve had dreams before, oh! I mean, maybe, oh shit…” Willow’s two companions looked at her astonished, first because of the girl’s use of profanity, secondly because of she had just admitted to having dreams about Angel. Finally she just sighed and said “Look, I had a dream and it was so real, I just think that Angelus is back.” 

Between the two accounts, Giles felt it was very important to make a call to LA immediately. 

Part 6 

Outside the watcher’s apartment, the two minions sat and waited and wondered what their charges were doing inside. 

“I wish they would hurry up. I hate sitting around” the young female minion spoke finally. She knew that Aaron didn’t like her, but she couldn’t take it any longer. “I don’t know why the master sent me on this mission.” 

“He entrusted you with this mission for a reason, Cheryl” the older, male minion snapped back at her. “You should just follow the master’s orders and keep your mouth shut!” 

“Jeez! You don’t have to be such a dick!” Cheryl snapped back. This whole vampire thing was really getting to be a pain in the ass. 

“Cheryl. I know you are a very young minion” the very pissed off vampire started. “But you still need to observe the way the vampire kingdom works. And trust me, by disobeying our sire and bad mouthing his childe is only going to get you on the pointy side of a stake someday.” 

“But he’s such a pussy” Cheryl whined. “He isn’t worth the master’s time. He helps the slayer and her friends. And he spends most of his time playing kitty poker. He’s so boring!” 

“I would not say such things if I were you!” Aaron growled. He hated having to put up with this girl. If she didn’t watch it, he’d stake her himself.  

“He can’t even bite anyone” she continued, ignoring the tone in her companion’s voice. “If I were the master, I would just forget about him or maybe I’d stake him myself.” Cheryl was rather proud of herself for her insight. She figured the more brutal she appeared, the more respect she would get. 

“I hope the master forgives me for this” Aaron muttered. 

“You know, if were master…” the female started. She was cut short when she felt a pain through her back and radiate through her chest. She looked down and saw the stake barely poking through her thin top. She turned to look at the older vampire and muttered “Fucker!” before she burst in dust. 

“You would think for a centuries old master vampire, he would be a little more careful who he would turn” Aaron muttered, before he sat in the bushes to wait for his charge to emerge from the apartment. 

Part 7 

“Yes, well…I understand. Than…Thank you, Cordelia” Giles stuttered into the phone. “Goodbye then”. Giles hung up the phone and turned toward his two eagerly waiting houseguests.  

“Well?” Willow questioned. “What did she say?” 

Giles removed his glasses and began to clean them. “Well, she said everything is fine” he stated evenly. “Nothing new has happened. I guess you were wrong.” He was extremely relieved, but felt bad about disappointing them with no answers to their questions.  

“Not a bloody chance” growled Spike. He was extremely pissed that things were not going the way he planned. He had hoped that he was wrong, but he knew that he wasn’t. Angelus was back and no one would tell him differently. “I’ll find out what’s going on if I have to go to LA and beat it out of the Poofster himself.” And with that said, he stalked out of the apartment. 

“Spike, wait” Willow called out to him, but she knew it was no use. Once Spike got in a mood, there was nothing anyone could do about it. “Well, I guess that is good news, right Giles? I mean, no Angelus is always a good thing, right?” The redhead questioned the watcher. 

“Yes, I believe so”, he said as he ran his fingers tiredly through his hair. “Well, unless there is anything else Willow, I think I will call it a night.” 

“Oh, of course Giles. I’m really sorry to have bothered you” Willow babbled as she headed toward the door. “I really do appreciate you calling for me though.”

“Certainly, Willow” Giles replied, relieved that she was leaving and apparently satisfied with the situation. “I’m just glad I could help put your mind at ease.” He got up to walk her to the front door. 

“Well, I think I’ll head home now and try to get a little rest.” The redhead turned and smiled up at the watcher as he quickly ushered her out the door. “Goodnight” 

“Yes, well, goodnight Willow. Be careful walking home.” The watcher knew that the young witch could watch out for herself, but was more than a little concerned about her heading home after dark by herself. 

***  

Willow walked outside into the cool Sunnydale night, wondering what she was so worried about. After is all, it was only a dream, right? When Spike first came over and made his fears known, Willow had become extremely afraid. But Giles had called and Cordelia said that everything was fine. And if anyone would know if Angel was alright, it would be Delia. 

Sighing, Willow started to head home. She really wanted to get home to her girlfriend and forget all about this whole Angelus thing. She started to head out of the courtyard when she noticed a black boot sticking out from under a bush. “What is that?” Willow whispered before peeking cautiously behind the shrubbery. 

Being human, Willow was not blessed with supernatural sight. So, peering into the dark, she tried squinting to make out what obviously was a body underneath the bush. Willow whispered under her breath a quiet prayer that whoever this was would not be dead.  

As she got closer and her eyes became accustom to the lack of light, she suddenly realized who it was and just how much trouble she was really in. She was staring so intently at the unconscious vampire lying at her feet, she never heard the minion sneaking up behind her. By the time Willow realized that her life was in danger, it was too late. She felt a sharp pain in the back of her head, saw a flash of white, and cursed herself for being so stupid. 

Part 8 

Angel had a bad feeling. He wasn’t sure where the nagging feeling had come from, but he didn’t like it.  

First, when he finally showed up in the office, Fred had given him a message from someone named Aaron. Angel couldn’t think of anyone named Aaron. The message had simply said, call Aaron, you have the number. Who was this mystery man?  

Then he heard Cordelia talking to Giles. When he asked Delia why the watcher had called, she had simply said that he just wanted to check up with the group and make sure everyone was alright. The dark vampire found this very odd, considering the last time Giles had called to check on him and his clan was the last time Buffy came to LA. And that was more to check on Buffy than it was to check on Angel. 

He considered calling Giles back to find out what he really wanted, but he thought better of it. His past with the watcher was still slightly pained by the fact that his evil self had killed the love of his life. It makes for some uncomfortable moments.  

Luckily, there were others things to worry about today. They had a case to work on and Angel was glad for the distraction. But now that they had found and killed the baddy of the day, it was time to relax. Angel said good night to his family, grabbed his nightcap, and headed to his suite. Now that he was able to sleep, he actually seemed to look forward to it. 

Once in his suite, he pulled out the picture he had created when he woke that day. It was something else that had plagued his thoughts all day. Where had the urge to draw come from and for that matter, where had the supplies come from? He looked down at the image on the sheet in his hands. He had to admit it, it was breathtaking.  

He had never really thought of Willow that way. She was cute and funny, but sexy? Well, honestly, he had never thought of Willow that way until her vampire double showed up. Angel had been heartbroken when he thought the girl had been turned, but the demon inside him howled in delight. This was someone who could make Angelus happy. 

But Willow? No, she was sweet and pure and hot as hell in this picture. “Stop that!” Angel admonished himself out loud. It was not a good idea to sit around and have naughty thoughts about the young hacker.  

Although he tried not to look at the girl in the picture, it was hard not to. She looked so amazing with her head thrown back and her lips parted. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from his mark that marred her perfect neck. It had been a very long time since he had marked anyone, but it was unmistakably his. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that. 

As he sat and contemplated the picture in his hand and drank down the tainted blood, he sighed at the strange turn his life had taken. He was a souled vampire working to help humans in trouble. He had a family that consisted of a former watcher, a genius, a seer, a fierce fighter, and green lounge singing demon. If someone had ever told him this was how his live would be now, he never would have believed it. 

He yawned as the affects of the herbs began to take their affect. Angel reluctantly put the picture away and got ready for bed.  

Slipping naked between the silk sheets of his bed, Angel relaxed, welcoming the impending sleep, hoping that the next day would bring more answers and less confusion. 

 

Part 9 

Angelus woke up with a start. It was about damn time. He hated it when the body he was trapped in wouldn’t go to sleep. He didn’t want his time to be shortened just because that fucking soul would shut his damn eyes. 

He stretched lazily in the silk sheets that covered the bed he was laying in. He had always loved the feeling of silk on his bare skin. He was so glad the soul didn’t take them off after he changed them last week. Angelus quickly tired of the cotton that he woke up in, so he took upon himself to make some changes. 

And soon he was going make a lot of changes. One of the most important, of course, was finally getting rid of the soul that held him captive. 

Deciding that he had better stop wasting time, he sat up on the end of the bed and stretched. It felt so good to be out among the living, or the un-living, as the case may be. He was not about to take his new found freedom lying down, so to speak.  

As he stood to get dressed, he saw the mug containing the thing that had set him free. He smirked at that thought. Something so simple and yet so remarkable. Then something else caught his eye. It was a piece of paper on the desk that he hadn’t left there. He picked up the paper and was shocked. 

Had his counterpart done this? At first, he didn’t think it was possible, but here he held the proof in his hands. He must have left the supplies out last time before climbing back into bed before the soul woke up again. He would have to remember to be more careful next time. 

On this sheet was his witch. He wasn’t really happy that the soul had drawn her like that, but maybe it would make his plan easier. Could his other half have feelings for the redhead as well? He couldn’t be sure. 

The more he looked at the drawing, the more he wanted to touch the one it represented. He knew he had to stick to the plan, but the longer he was away from his desire, the more he wanted her. He felt himself get harder in the cool air as he looked at the beauty before him. He could almost imagine the sounds that would come from between those beautiful, parted lips. 

Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer and he knew he needed some relief. He took the picture and walked across the room to the dresser. After coating his hand with lotion, he began to stroke himself. He let himself be taken over with the feeling of pleasure as he built an elaborate fantasy to go with this picture. 

He imagined her calling his name breathlessly as he made her cum over and over. As he neared his peak, he decided he would lean down and bite into her tender flesh. Trying to imagine the sweet taste of her innocent blood on his tongue, Angelus came with loud shout.  

It had been too long waiting. Soon she would be his. The redheaded witch who captured him with her innocence and then that wayward childe of his too. He couldn’t wait to take them both endlessly. He was lost in this thought when he heard a gasp at his door. 

“Angel!” He turned to find the seer standing in his doorway looking at him with eyeballs the size of saucers. She had caught him masturbating and now he had to figure out how to pull this one off. 

“Cordelia” he started, trying to act like Angel. He reached over quickly and grabbed a towel to cover himself. “What are you doing here?” 

The former cheerleader just about broke her neck trying to look everywhere except at the mostly naked vampire in front of her. “Well, I heard a shout and I just thought I would check to make sure you were ok.” She was so embarrassed she was sure she was blushing all the way down to her knees. 

Angelus tried to act sheepish, but he wasn’t sure if he was pulling it off. He put his head down and didn’t look at her much. He tried to lower his voice as though he were embarrassed. “Well, I guess you can see I’m fine. Sorry I, uh, scared you.” 

“Ok then. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow” she said without looking at him. Angelus laughed as she almost killed herself trying to get out of the room. He wondered what his souled half would do if she brought it up later. That thought made him smile. 

“Well, enough fucking around” he muttered as he started to clean up to get dressed. “Lots to do today. Places to go, people to kidnap.” 

After finding some of the clothes he had stashed from his other self, he decided on a pair of black leather pants and a burgundy velvet shirt. Before he headed out the door, he saw a piece of paper sitting on the desk. It was a note to call Aaron. <Good> he thought. <It’s about damn time.> 

He pulled out the cell phone he bought just for this purpose and pushed the speed dial to the minion he had placed in charge in Sunnydale. 

“Aaron!” Angelus nearly shouted into the phone when the other vampire picked up the phone. “What the hell took you so long to call me?” He was not happy that his plan seemed to be taking so long. 

“Master Angelus” Aaron answered reverently. “There were some problems here but not to worry, I have things under control.” 

“You most certainly had better, Aaron” the master growled back. “I would hate to have to pull out the tongue of my oldest minion. Now what is happening?” 

Aaron shivered at the thought, knowing that his master did not make idle threats. “Well, first of all, and I beg for your forgiveness, but Cheryl is gone.” He waited for the question to come. 

“Gone where?” came the reply. 

“She was staked by one the slayer’s people” Aaron hated to lie to his sire, but he knew he could not tell him the truth. Not by a long shot. “But she was unable to say anything before she was dusted.” 

“Well, that’s something” Angelus drawled. He wondered if he should have left such a mission in the hands of one so young. “Well, I certainly hope you have some good news for me.” 

“Yes, master!” Aaron was more than happy to change the subject. “I was able this evening to capture both Spike and Willow. I have taken them to the mansion as you requested. They are restrained and waiting for your arrival.” 

“Excellent!” Yes, now things were going more of the way he had hoped. “Keep them fed and do not interfere with them. I will let you know when I will be arriving.” 

“Yes, Ange…” Angelus cut him off by hanging up the phone. Things were going better than he had imagined. Soon, he would have the two people he most desired and permanent reign of this body.  

Now all he needed was a real violent kill and the night would be complete. He almost whistled as he left the hotel to look for a beautiful redhead to seduce and drain. 

Part 10

 

Angelus snuck into the hotel through the sewer access tunnel he had found the first night he took control of his body.  He decided it would be best for him to come and go undetected by the silly humans that populated this place. 

 

He didn’t want to try to come up with an explanation of why he had been up and around while he was supposed to be sleeping.  And how would he explain how he felt like he had an entire nights sleep when he had not been in his bed.

 

Before slipping into the room, Angelus sniffed around to see if anyone was around.  Once he was satisfied that no one was up and around in the hotel, he snuck into the suite. 

 

He knew that it wouldn’t be long now before he could finish putting his plan into motion.  Now that Willow and Spike had been captured, all he had to do was wait patiently to make a call.

 

Suddenly, Angelus felt the familiar sense of consciousness.  He knew what it meant, the soul has waking up.  Angelus quickly stripped out of his clothes and tucked them away in his secret hiding place. 

 

With that done, he jumped into bed and gritted his teeth against the pull off the soul.  Soon he would be back in his prison and the soul would once again have reign over the body.  <But not for long> he thought before he lost control.

 

***  

 

Angel slowly regained consciousness in his bed.  He loved the feeling of getting a sound sleep again.  Even before the incident with Darla he had never really slept well.  He figured it was the guilt and pain that he felt after he was given back his soul that had kept him up at night.  It was just something that he had grown accustomed to after all this time. 

 

But now, lying here, feeling quite rested and satisfied, he was glad that he had told Wesley about his little insufficiency, as it were. 

 

As he moved to get out of bed, he noticed a small scratch on his collarbone.  He touched it delicately, wondering where it could have come from. 

 

<Strange> he thought.  <I don’t remember having a scratch there before.> He sat and contemplated the mark for a moment.  But then he was pulled from his thoughts by Wesley’s voice coming through the door of his suite.

 

“Angel” he called.  “Are you awake?”

 

“Yeah, Wes” he answered.  “Let me get dressed and I’ll be right out.”  He was confused by the recent strange events, the picture and now the scratch, but the answer seemed to be hidden from him, as if by a veil. 

 

Shaking these thoughts from his head, he stood and started to get dressed.  He didn’t want to keep his friends waiting.

 

Part 11

 

As Willow slowly drifted into consciousness, the first thing she noticed was the immense pain in her head.  She shifted around to try and get comfortable, but nothing was working.  She could tell by the color of her eyelids that it was daytime.  How long had she slept? 

 

Carefully she opened one eye.  She was greeted by a smiling, naked blond vampire.

 

“Morning, luv” Spike mumbled.  “’Bout damned time you woke up.”

 

The redhead simply stared at the vampire before her for a minute or two.  She noted that she wasn’t at home and they were both lying on a rather large bed.  She wondered why was he lying next to her, and why wasn’t he wearing any clothes.

 

“What the matter, pet?” Spike asked with a smirk.  “Cat got your tongue?”

 

“Well” she stated quietly.  “You’re naked.”

 

“Glad to see you noticed” the blond said, chuckling.  “But I don’t appear to be the only one, now do I?”  Willow was shocked to see that he was leering at her.

 

“Oh my goddess” Willow cried as looked down to discover that she was just as naked as the vampire next to her.  “What have you done, Spike!” she shouted at him.  However, as soon as she did, she was sorry for it.  It only made her head hurt worse.

 

As she flinched at the pain in her head, Spike just chuckled.  She would certainly be good for some entertainment. 

 

“Look, Red” he said, trying to sound reassuring.  “I didn’t do anything.  This was all a set up by Angelus.”

 

“Angelus?” Willow whispered.  “How can you be sure?”  She wasn’t sure she could trust him, but she wanted to know what he thought.

 

“Well, ‘bout an hour ago a minion came in to bring us some supplies” he explained.  He nodded his head in the direction of a small table on his side of the bed that had food and water and a cooler that she decided probably had blood in it.  “The bloke who brought it in was a minion named Aaron that Angelus had sired when he was kicking around after he lost the soul fucking the slayer.”

 

“Hey!  None of that!” the redhead scolded the vampire.  “Well, did you at least try to find a way out of here?”

 

“Well, I would have except…” Instead of explaining, he lifted his left arm to show her the shackle that bound his left wrist, the heavy length of chain rattling ominously.

 

“Oh” Willow replied.  She realized for the first time that she too was shackled on her right wrist.  The shackles were joined by a chain that was looped through ring attached to the wall behind the bed.

 

“And before you ask, I’ve already tried to pull the ring out of the wall” Spike explained before she even asked. “It’s in there real good.  Won’t come out.”

 

Willow closed her eyes and took a deep breath.  It wouldn’t do her any good to panic now.  She opened her eyes again and took inventory of the room around her. 

 

She and Spike were lying on a rather large bed that had four rather large posts at the corners.  On Spike’s side was a small table that contained the supplies she had seen before.  On the wall on that side, there was a small window that was up high enough that direct sunlight would never hit the bed they were on.

 

On Willow’s side was a small table that held a brush and a small sink with soap and a towel.  Next to the sink was, much to Willow’s horror, a small potty chair.  She figured this meant that Angelus meant to keep them here for a while.  At least he tried to make them comfortable.

 

“What do you think he’s up to?” Willow asked her companion. 

 

“Don’t know, luv” Spike answered without turning to her.  “But I don’t think I really want to find out.”

 

Part 12

 

Giles was brought out of a wonderful dream by the phone ringing loudly in his ear.  He looked around to find the offending piece of equipment with the goal of smashing it to pieces. 

 

“What!” he grumbled into the phone.

 

“Umm, Giles?” came the small voice.

 

“Tara?” he asked.  Why would she be calling at this ungodly hour?  “Why are you calling so early?”

 

“Uh, Giles, it’s almost noon” the young witch answered.

 

“Is it really?” He couldn’t believe what time it was.  Maybe he shouldn’t have opened that third bottle of scotch.  “Well, is there something you needed?”

 

“Well, actually, is Willow over there?” Tara asked, concerned about her missing girlfriend.  “She said she going to go over to your place last night to help you with your computer and she kinda never came home.”

 

“Oh no” Giles whispered under his breath.  He should have never let her go home by herself.  “Well, she was here last night, but she left.  I thought she was going home.”

 

Tara worst fears were confirmed and she began to shake.  “Well, she didn’t. Giles, we have to find her” she pleaded.  She was very worried about her lover.

 

“Yes, certainly Tara” Giles said.  “Call everyone and ask them to come over in about an hour.  We will find her.  I promise.”  The false reassurance in his tone was not echoed in his mind.

 

“Thanks, Giles” the blond replied.  She felt better already.  “See you in an hour.”

 

“Certainly.  Good bye.”  Giles felt terrible.  He felt responsible for the girl’s disappearance.  He had to do something about it.  He decided that he would go and talk to the other person who had seen her last night…Spike. 

 

Part 13

 

Giles was very upset that he had been so selfish to allow the young girl to walk home by herself.  If anything had happened to her, he would never forgive himself.  He was quickly sobering up as he made his way over to the crypt that Spike called home. 

 

As he approached the crypt, he pulled a stake out of his coat pocket.  Spike may have asked for his help last night and he may have a chip that prevents him from hurting humans, but he still prides himself on being the Big Bad.  He may have done something to hurt Willow.  Although Giles doubted it, he wouldn’t put it past Spike.

 

Once at the door, the watcher pushed against the heavy door and quietly slipped inside.  If Spike was home, he would most certainly be asleep.  As his eyes adjusted to the darkness inside, he quietly called out to the vampire who called it home.

 

“Spike” Giles called out, not much louder than a whisper.  When he did not receive an answer, he tried calling out a little louder.  “Spiiike.”

 

Satisfied that the vampire was not at home, Giles began to search the crypt for possible answers to where Willow might have gone.

 

Giles was appalled at the conditions that Spike kept his, uh, home in.  He found cigarettes on the floor and mugs lying around with remnants of blood still in them.  It was enough to make a man nauseous.  It was about that time that he noticed a single sheet of paper next to what Spike must be using as a bed.

 

Picking it up, Giles suddenly realized what a huge mistake he had made.  It was the picture that Spike had discussed with him and Willow the night before.  But it was much worse than Giles had previously imagined.

 

It was exactly the same type of drawing that Angelus had left when he had left his message for Giles.  Even the script of the writing was the same.  Just looking at it made the watcher sick to his stomach. Emotions and memories that he had tried to suppress suddenly came to the fore and wreaked havoc on the watcher.  He felt like he was going to throw up and had to get out of this place right away.

 

As Giles stumbled out of the crypt and into the fresh air outside, he suddenly felt better.  The heaving had stopped and he once again felt as though he had control over his emotions.

 

Slowly, he looked back at the picture he still had clutched in his hand.  He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he certainly was going to get to the bottom of it.  But for right now, he had to get back to his apartment and get ready to inform the children of what he feared had happened.

 

Part 14

 

 

Willow hated to admit it, but she had to pee really badly, but the thought of peeing in front of Spike gave her the willies.  So she tested the length of the chain that bound her to the vampire and got off the bed to use the chair provided for her.

 

The chain was just long enough so that Willow could reach the chair, but Spike had to stretch up to the ring.  While she did her business, she insisted that Spike close his eyes, put his fingers in his ears and sing so he wouldn’t hear her.  Willow regretted adding that last part, because Spike insisted on singing very loudly, and off key.

 

Once she was done, she washed her hands and crawled back up on to the bed.  She nudged Spike, but he kept right on with his, uh, singing.  She punched him hard in the arm to get his attention.

 

“Ouch!” Spike yelled.  “What ‘cha do that for?”

 

“I had to do something to get you to stop” Willow replied with a giggle.

 

“What’s the matter, luv?” he asked. “You don’t like me singing?”  Spike tried to make a sad face of indignance, but it had been a long time since he had made puppy dog eyes and he ended up looking quite silly.

 

“Stop it” Willow said teasingly.  Suddenly she realized again how naked she actually was.  As she tried to find a way to cover herself, she asked “Didn’t he leave us any clothes?”

 

“Well, luv, I don’t think you really need them” the blond said, leering at her again.  “But, if you are really uncomfortable, there are sheets down at the end of the bed there.”

 

Willow was embarrassed that she hadn’t noticed that yet, but she quickly reached down and pulled the satin up over her naked body.  She reached over Spike and pulled the sheet up over him too.

 

“Phtf” Spike snorted.  “Luv, you’re the one who is uncomfortable not me” he complained.

 

“Yeah, but this makes me feel better, so just deal with it.”  Willow felt better now that she was covered, but the feel of the satin sheets against her tender skin made her nipples harden instantly.  She crossed her arms over her chest to hide that fact from her companion.

 

Spike apparently hadn’t noticed, because he changed the subject quickly.  “Well, pet, are you hungry.  Looks like we’ve got lots of stuff for you to eat here.”  He slipped off the bed to look at the spread on the small table.  “There’s some fruit and muffins and water.  What do ya’ fancy?”

 

Spike glanced over his shoulder to look at the small redhead on the bed.  He wasn’t sure, but he thought that the girl was checking him out.  <Hmmm> he thought.  <This could be interesting.> “See anything you like, Red?”

 

“What?” Willow stammered.  She realized that she had just been caught looking at the vampire before her.  She hadn’t meant to stare, but he was remarkable.  His skin was pale and smooth like marble and when he moved, the muscles beneath rippled like those of a graceful lion.  It had her entranced.  She was about to reach out to touch him to see if he was real when Spike had said something and broke her out of inner admiration of his body.  “Oh, sorry Spike.  I’ll just have a muffin and an orange, please.”

 

“Sure thing pet” Spike said as he handed her the food and brought along a glass of water as well.  “Here you go.”  As he handed her the food, their hands touched and lingered for a moment.  In that time, Spike reached over and slowly stroked her hand with his thumb.  When she looked up at him, he had a sad look in his eyes.

 

“What’s the matter, Spike?” Willow questioned the blond.  She had never seen Spike look so sad when it hadn’t been caused by Dru. 

 

Spike just looked at her for a moment and then he took a deep, unneeded breath before speaking.  “I’m just sorry that you’re here, is all, luv” he started slowly.  “I don’t know what Angelus has planned for you, but I do know that it can’t be pleasant.”

 

“What do you think he has planned for us, Spike?” Willow questioned him, fighting to keep the tremble from her voice.  Suddenly she was very afraid of why she was here.

“Well, I know what he planned for me” Spike replied. Willow wasn’t sure, but she thought she detected an element of fear in his statement.  “But you, I just don’t know.  I’m hoping I’m wrong, but I think you may be his next obsession.  And if that is the case, I would do anything to keep that from happening to you.”

 

Willow didn’t know where this sudden concern had come from, but it touched her none the less.  Could it be that Spike actually had a heart, or maybe he actually cared for her?  She wasn’t sure, but she was interested either way.

 

“Well, pet” Spike said suddenly needing to change the topic.  “Wanna see what’s on the telly?”

 

“We have a TV?” Willow squealed with delight.  At least they would have something to do other than wait. 

 

“Yeah” Spike replied, chuckling at the girl’s excitement.  “Only problem is that it only gets three channels.”

 

Well, that was better than nothing.  “What three?” she asked.

 

Smiling, the naked vampire replied, “The Spice channel, the Playboy channel, and the cartoon channel.”

 

“What!?” Willow shouted back, as the vampire laughed hysterically.

 

Part 15

 

Angel quickly got dressed and headed out to talk to his coworkers.  He glanced at the desk and realized the picture of Willow was moved.  It was no longer on the desk, but now it was on the dresser on the other side of the room.  Had someone been in his room?  Maybe he would ask Cordelia later if he got the chance.

 

He walked out into the foyer of the hotel to find out what was going on.  From the look of things, Cordelia had apparently had another vision. 

 

As he approached the former cheerleader lying down on the couch, he noticed she looked a little more shook up than normal.  As he kneeled down to ask the girl what she had seen, she jerked her hand away as soon as he touched her.

 

“What’s the matter, Delia?” he asked, with concern in his voice.  “What did you see?”

 

Cordelia looked up into Angel’s eyes, looking for some answers.  “I’m not sure, Angel” she started uneasily.  “It had something to do with Spike and…I think maybe there was something about Willow.  They are in trouble and…I think they are together, you know…sexually.”  Delia whispered the last part, almost as if she didn’t want anyone else to hear.

Angel didn’t know why, but this thought angered him.  No, he wasn’t angry, he was furious.  What would Willow be doing with Spike?  He had to get to the bottom of this.  “Anything else, Delia?  Do you know what kind of trouble they are in?”

 

“No, but all I know is that I saw you there” the seer explained frantically.  “You have to go there and find out what is going on.  I’m worried about them.”

 

For Cordelia to be worried about Spike, well, this had to be bad.  “Don’t worry” Angel said, trying to be reassuring. “We’ll take care of it.  We always do, right?”  With that he gave her a one of his stunning smiles, to which she could only smile back.

 

“Right” Cordelia said, feeling better now that she knew he wouldn’t fight her about going back to Sunnydale.  “So now what?”

 

“Well” Wesley chipped in.  Whenever a plan was to be made, the former watcher was never to be left out.  “I do believe our first duty should be to call Mr. Giles to find out the exact situation with everyone in Sunnydale so we can make an appropriate plan of attack.”

 

“Sounds good” Gunn chipped in.  “Let’s do this thing.”

 

Angel smiled at the enthusiasm of his crew.  He was glad that his friends would be willing to help, no matter what.  As he turned to head toward his office, he stopped and asked Cordelia, “Hey, Delia.  Did you come in my room earlier?”

 

Cordelia froze and stared at the dark vampire with a look of horror on her face.

Part 16

 

Giles paced around the apartment impatiently waiting for the others to show up.  He was nervous, far more nervous than he had been in a very long time.  How could he explain the situation and not scare the poor children half to death. 

 

He heard them coming up the steps.  Obviously, Xander was trying a little too hard to be humorous again and doing it a little too loudly for Giles.  Soon, most of the group came piling into the apartment and making themselves at home.  Everyone was present except for Willow and Tara.

 

“So, G-Man” Xander started, flopping down on Giles’ couch and propping his feet up on the coffee table.  “What’s the what?”

 

Giles turned to the boy but was too tired to come up with an appropriate retort.  “Xander” he started.  “Please stop calling me that, and I think it would be ideal to wait for everyone to show up first.  I really don’t want to repeat myself.”

 

“Okay” Xander said, a little hurt that the watcher didn’t want to play verbal tennis with him.  “But if this a research dealy and no one told me to bring jellys, I’m going to be hurt.”

 

Suddenly, a tiny knock came from the front door.  Giles went quickly to open the door and found Tara standing there.  “Please, Tara, do come in” he said, ushering her quickly into the apartment.

 

“Hey, Tara” Buffy said happily.  “Where’s Will?”

 

“That’s what we are all here about, Buffy” Giles said quietly.  He turned to see the look of horror on Buffy’s face.  “Everyone please sit down and I’ll explain.”

 

Giles began to explain the details of the strange conversation between him, the witch and the vampire the night before and how he let them leave unattended.

 

“You did what?” Xander shouted, jumping up from the couch.  “You let her walk home by herself after dark.  What is your damage?  Hello, living on a Hellmouth full of nasties and crawlies, remember?”  He was so angry at the watcher he never realized he was pacing and clenching his fists, just like Spike.

 

“Yes, Xander” the older man threw back at the boy. “I do realize the folly of letting her go on her own, but I didn’t see any need at the time to be concerned.”

 

“Didn’t see any need!” Xander yelled.  His best friend could be vampire-cicle by now and he had just let her go.  He felt as though he were about to burst.

 

“Xander!” Buffy shouted.  “Calm down.  We have to find out what is going on and we can’t do that if you get your panties in a wad and take it out on Giles, so sit!”  The boy was quick to comply.  He had learned early on never to piss off a slayer.  “Ok, Giles finish with the fill in.”

 

“Thank you Buffy” Giles sighed and then continued.  “Well, Tara called me this morning to tell me that Willow hadn’t returned home night and I’m assuming she still hasn’t shown up” he said, looking to the blond witch for confirmation.

 

“No” Tara whispered, sounding as though she might cry any minute.  “Not a sign of her yet.”

 

“Yes, well” Giles continued.  “I went over to see Spike this morning to see if we might know of Willow’s whereabouts, but he appears to be missing as well.”

 

“So, Spike took her!” Xander cried.  “I knew that whole ‘oh I can’t bite with this bloody chip in my head’ was just a trick, bastard!”

 

“No” Giles said shakily.  “I believe something even more ominous is at work here.”  And with that, he pulled out the picture he had found at Spike’s crypt.  He handed it to Buffy first.

 

At first, she was unable to speak at all.  She was frozen staring at the image of Spike on the paper before her.  She had immediately recognized who could have created it…Angelus.  She stood, unmoving until Xander walked over and slowly took it out of her hands.

 

“Ha!” Xander laughed. “It’s Spike and it looks like he finally got what he deserves.  Who did this?”

 

“Angelus” both Buffy and Giles replied.

 

“What?” Xander cried.  “Big, evil and sadistic is back?  Why didn’t I get a memo?”

 

“No one knew, Xander” Giles said.  “This is the first we have heard of it.  Willow and Spike made their fears known to me last night.  I called Cordelia to ask if anything was different about Angel and she assured me that he had his soul and nothing was out of the ordinary.  If anyone would know if Angelus was back, I believe that it would be Cordelia.”

 

“Yeah” Buffy sighed.  “That makes sense.  So what should we do then?”

 

“I believe the best course of action would be to try and discover who would want to frame Angel for something like this” Giles said, not really feeling conviction behind his words.

 

“So, research then?” Xander asked.

 

“Yep” Buffy replied.  “Looks like it.”

 

“I knew I should have brought jellys!” Xander said, more than a little upset.

 

Part 17

 

Cordelia looked at Angel with a terror in her eyes.  What was she going to say?  <Sure Angel, I was in your room last night, remember?  I walked in while you were jacking off.> How could you forget something like that?

 

“What?” she asked again, hoping that he would change the subject or just think that he hadn’t heard her?

 

“Well,” Angel started, confused by her reply.  “I was just wondering if you had moved anything around in my room or not.”

 

<Thank god> she thought.  “Nope.  Didn’t move a thing. Not me, nu uh.”  The former cheerleader realized that she was babbling so she just stopped and nodded her head decisively, hoping that would end the discussion.

 

 “Ok” Angel said concerned about the seer’s suddenly shy streak.  “Just wondering.”  And with that, he turned toward the office to make a call to Sunnydale.

 

 

Once inside the office, he sat down behind the desk and waited for Wesley to come in and get settled.  He was sure that the former watcher would want to be in on the conversation and possibly take notes.  He sighed, thinking of having to call Giles made him a little uneasy.  Since he lost his soul and killed Jenny Calender, the relationship between the two had been strained at best.

 

“Well” Wesley started coming into the office with a notepad.  “Are we quite ready?”

 

“Yeah” Angel sighed, picking up the phone and dialing the number he knew by heart.

 

Part 18

 

They had talked for hours.  Spike refused to watch cartoons and Willow had refused to watch porn, so they turned off the TV and decided to talk. 

 

Willow had told him about how she liked college and how things were going with Tara.  She even talked to him about her struggles with her witchcraft and how things seemed to go much better when Tara was around. 

 

Willow was surprised to find that Spike was a very attentive listener and his comments and suggestions were very helpful and only occasionally sarcastic. 

 

Spike had told her about early times with him, Angelus, Dru and Darla.  She was fascinated by the tales and asked him details about certain things that were different from what she had read in the Watcher’s Diaries.  She was especially intrigued by the whole ‘who was Spike’s sire’ debate.

 

Spike had cleared that up for her by telling her that, although Dru had killed him, Angelus was the one who had broke and trained him.  Dru didn’t have the strength or the sanity to help Spike become a master vampire, so Angelus had taken that upon himself, so Spike considered Angelus his sire, his mentor, his Yoda.

 

They had talked for hours and for a while, when he was talking about Dru, Spike even brushed Willows hair. 

 

But Willow got tired of talking, so she thought maybe they would give the TV another shot.  She took the remote away from Spike and turned on the cartoon channel.  “Oh goody!” Willow cheered.  “It’s Scooby Doo.”

 

“Not that silly dog ‘toon” Spike grumbled.  “Isn’t that what you named your little group after?”

 

“Yeah” Willow said, and then proceeded to explain the whole Scooby gang to Spike.

 

After a brief explanation, Spike said “Ok.  Let me get this straight, you’re the goofy git with glasses?”

 

“Velma” Willow explained.  “She’s the smart one who always figures everything out.”

 

“And the watcher is the arrogant bastard?” he questioned.

 

“Fred” she said.  He just wasn’t getting it.  “And Daphne is Cordelia”

 

“Pretty and daft” he said with a smirk.  “That fits!”  He chuckled at that thought.  “So which one is the boy?”

 

“Oh, Xander is Shaggy” she stated simply.

 

“What!” Spike shouted.  “Xapper is a pot head?”

 

“What?” Willow said surprised.  “No, Xander is not a pot head and neither is Shaggy.”

 

“Really?” he said chuckling.  “Well, you have to admit that would explain a lot.”

 

Willow giggled at that idea.  She had never really thought about it that way before.

 

“So” Spike asked once he stopped laughing.  “That explains all of you, so which one is the slayer?”

 

“Well, Scooby Doo, of course” she stated.

 

Spike started laughing hysterically at that.  Willow just looked at him in shock. She thought for sure that Spike had completely lost his mind.

 

Slowly, through the laughter, Spike was able to get out a few words.  “So you’re telling me…that this whole thing…revolves around…the slayer…as a scared dog…that nobody can understand…who eats all the time?”

 

Willow was unsure how to take this.  In a way, he was right.  The analogy didn’t really fit.  “Well” she said unsure of her reasoning. “Scooby is the one who always catches the bad guy.”

 

“Yeah” Spike gasped between chuckles. “But only by accident!”

 

Spike was right and his laughter was quite contagious.  Soon, she was laughing right along with him.  As they rolled around on the bed in their reverie, Willow didn’t realize that she had uncovered herself.  Suddenly, she realized that she was exposing herself to her companion, so she quickly covered herself again. Spike chuckled at her attempt at modesty.  He wondered if he could break her of that.  And the way she blushed was very becoming.

 

Spike decided that he had enough of the cartoons so he took the remote from Willow and changed the channel to one of the others available to them.

 

One of the other channels offered an interesting option.  The show has called “Intimate Confessions”.  It apparently was a show where people admitted their most private fantasies to a “professional” and then had them fulfilled by good looking model-type people.  Spike was very pleased by the find, but Willow was very uncomfortable and expressed her displeasure.

 

“Well, Red, I watched cartoons” Spike teased. “So you can watch this.”

 

“Fine!” Willow snapped.  She flopped back against the headboard and pretended to be very interested in the muffin she had been munching on.

 

The vignette Spike had been watching was about a lesbian fantasy.  Spike looked at Willow and wagged his eyebrows at her.  “Bring back memories for ya’, luv?”

 

“Shut up, Spike!” Willow snapped with a little more venom than she intended.

 

“What’s a matter, pet?” he asked.  “Is there trouble in paradise?”

 

“No” she said.  “I just don’t like when people tease me about being…you know, gay.”

 

Spike looked at her, surprised.  “No, fun intended, luv.  I like you just the way you are.”

 

Willow looked him in the eye and was surprised to see that he actually was being sincere.  “Really?” she questioned.

 

“Sure, luv” he said with a smirk.  “I would never make fun of someone who knows about my secret tickle spot, now would I?  You might think to use it against me.”  As he spoke, he slowly ran his fingertips down her cheek. 

 

Willow was confused.  She wanted to lean into his touch, but that was wrong, wasn’t it?  Slowly she came to her senses and pulled away.  “Well, it looks like the lesbians are done” she said, half giggling.

 

“Sure does, luv” Spike said, turning his attention back to the TV.  “Wonder what’s up next?”

 

The next story was about a very shy girl who just wanted to be broken out of her shell. If he wasn’t getting her out of her shell, he was doing a very good job of getting her out of her clothes.

 

“Looks like someone we know, eh Red?” Spike whispered in Willow’s ear.

 

“What?” the redhead asked started out of her own thoughts.  The show may have been cheesy, but it really was turning her on.

 

“Well, from what I can tell, this is about a shy young woman who is hiding her body beneath layers of clothes and denial.  Sound familiar?”  The more he questioned her, the closer he got until his lips were brushing her delicate ears.

 

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  The breath trapped in her chest.  She felt like she could barely breathe.  He was so close and the images on the screen in front of her were having a larger effect than she was willing to admit. 

 

“Sure you do, luv.”  He started trailing his fingers up and down her arm.  He was pleased to feel the goose bumps left behind in their wake.  “That’s you.  I’ll bet that with the right motivation you’ve got a lot of fire inside.  You wanna let the fire out?”

 

“No” she replied unconvincingly.  “No fire.  I’m fire-free.”

 

Spike chuckled and said, “You won’t mind if I find out for myself, do you?”

 

Willow was about to protest but was cut short when Spike’s tongue laved the outer shell of in her ear.  She felt a deep tingle all over as he assaulted her ear with his velvet tongue and blunt teeth.  Willow’s eyes closed against the delicious sensations he was causing when she felt cool fingers reach under the sheet to lightly brush against her taut nipple.

 

“Oh goddess” she shuttered and Spike knew that was a sound he wanted to hear again.  So he continued his exploration of the small redhead.  He slowly kissed his way down her jawbone until his lips found hers.

 

The kiss was electric.  It devoured and consumed.  Spike nibbled on her lower lip and Willow relented, opening her mouth to accept his tongue willingly.  He stroked the inside of her mouth lovingly, as if he were trying to map it out for future reference.

 

His hands continued their discovery of her soft breasts.  Spike was amazed at how responsive she was.  She truly did have a fire in her.  He wondered why he had never seen it before.

 

Willow broke away from the kiss, desperately needed some air.  She looked directly into steely blue eyes full of questions.  His face registering amazement at her huskily whispered words, “Take me.”

 

Not needed any further inspiration, the blond vampire traveled down her neck, slowly tasting the tender flesh between her jaw and collarbone.  He found her pulse point and lightly bit with his blunt teeth, receiving a gasp from the redhead for his trouble.  He smiled at that, telling himself to remember to do that again sometime.

 

He moved down past her collarbone and laving a wet path to the gentle rise of her breast.  Willow trembled with fear and anticipation. . She had always been a little ashamed of her humble size, but as Spike’s mouth met the tender flesh he murmured “Perfect”.

 

This put a smile on the girls face momentarily until the vampire circled her nipple with his tongue.  Willow let out a small gasp at the contact and as he began to suckle the tender bud, she moaned wantonly.  She reached out to clutch the back of the blonde’s head, urging him forward.  As her fingers wove through his hair, she was awestruck at the soft curls under her fingertips.  She wondered what other surprises this man, uh vampire, might hold.  She hoped she would find out.

 

Spike slowly pulled away from her breast to give the other the same attention.  The girl was lost to the feelings he was giving her and didn’t want these sensations to end.  She whined as he pulled away, to which he just chuckled.  “A little anxious, are we now, pet? Not to worry.  I don’t start something I know I can’t finish.”

 

With that, he started to travel down her body with gentle kisses and playful nips.  He was disappointed when he could get down so far before the chain that connected them stopped he descent just above her navel.  “Damn it!” he cursed lightly.

 

“What?” Willow questioned slowly pulled out of her sensual haze.

 

Spike looked up at her and said, “I want to taste you, luv. These damn chains” he said, giving them a harsh tug.  “I’ll have to figure a way around that.”

 

Slowly, he covered the redhead with his body. He gazed down into wide green eyes “Are you sure about this, luv?”

 

“Spike” she whispered. “Please, I want you.”

 

That was all the encouragement he needed.  Slowly, he lowered himself onto her and rubbed the tip of his extremely hard cock against her warm slit, undulating against her sensitive clit.  Willow thrust her hips up as he made contact with her nub.  Once he was in position, he braced himself up on his arms even though the shackle around his wrist cut into his skin.  He didn’t care. He had to have this girl.

 

Slowly, he entered her tight passage.  He hissed as he felt the warm and tight channel contracting against his shaft.  It took all the control he had not to cum right then.  He took an unnecessary deep breath and slowly began to thrust into the beauty below him.

 

She began to moan and babble under him, her red hair trashing against the bad.  Hearing the sounds he was milking from her strengthened his resolve to make this last.  Suddenly, she said something he never thought he would hear from her.  “Yes, Spike, harder!”

 


Although the command was completely unexpected, he never denied a ladies wish, so he began to speed up his thrusts, pounding into her writhing form.

 

Willow was riding the higher plane of sensuality.  She reached around with her free hand to grab his buttocks.  She was amazed at how tight it was and wonderful it felt clenching and relaxing under her fingers.  She grabbed him tightly and urged him on.  She wanted it hard and fast and she wanted it now.  She dug in her fingernails into his skin and drew blood.

 

The smell of his blood only made him harder, if that was possible.  He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, so he reached between them and stroked her clit in time with their thrusts. 

 

Soon she was crying out as her orgasm came crashing down on her.  “Oh, yes…Spike!” she cried.  His name became a chant flowing from her lips.  Feeling her walls gripping his hard cock and hearing his name coming from her lips sent him over the edge.

 

“Willow!” he cried as he sent his cool semen deep inside the beautiful woman underneath him.  He slowly stroked her hair and covered her face with kisses as they came down from this wonderful high.

 

“You are amazing, luv” Spike whispered in her ear.

 

Willow was about to respond when they heard from the TV they both forgot was still on…’oh yeah, baby!  Give it to me!  Give it to me now!’

 

They both immediately flew into hysterics.

 

Part 19

 

The Scoobies minus one sat scattered around the watcher’s apartment trying to find some answers as to who took Willow and Spike and why.  No one knew what they were looking for or even where to start and they had quickly become frustrated. 

 

“This is fruitless” Giles stated.  He had no idea what to do.

 

“Ok, so we don’t have fruit” Xander said.  “But we have to figure out what to do about Willow!”  The gang was starting to feel the stress of their missing friend.

 

“We will” Buffy shouted back at Xander.  “We just have to keep looking.  Something will come up.”  She may have said the words, but she really didn’t believe them.  “We have to have some hope.  Willow would never give up on us, right?”  She hoped that her words would help the gang press on.

 

“Yes, well…” started Giles.  He was cut short by the shrill ring of his phone.  He reached over quickly and pulled the phone to his ear. “Hello?” he answered.

 

“Giles, its Angel” the dark vampire said.  After that, he froze.  He didn’t know what else to say.  So he decided to just come right out with it.  “Cordelia had a vision and it’s about Willow and Spike.”

 

“What exactly is it about, Angel?” Giles questioned, somehow even more frightened for the young redhead.

 

“Angel?” Xander asked.  “What does Deadboy want?”  He still didn’t trust the ensouled vampire even after all this time.

 

“Xander, hush!” Giles scolded the boy before returning his attention to the conversation.

 

“Did he just hush me?” Xander asked his girlfriend, amazed that the watcher had just treated him like a child.

 

“Yes, now hush” Anya said wanting to hear what the conversation would reveal.

 

“Sorry, Angel.” Giles spoke returning back to the phone.  “Please, do continue.”

 

“Are Willow and Spike there?” Angel asked, afraid of the answer.

 

“No, Angel.  I’m afraid that they were taken sometime last night” the watcher explained and waited for further information that may give a clue of where to even begin looking for the missing girl and Spike.

 

“They’ve already been taken” Angel explained to Wesley.

 

“Oh dear” the man replied.

 

“Ok, here’s the deal” Angel said, taking matters in his own hands.  “Cordelia had a vision and in it Spike and Willow were together and apparently in some sort of trouble.  And” Angel paused. “Are they…seeing each other?”

 

Giles was taken back by the question.  Why would Angel ask something like that?  “No” Giles answered.  “In fact, Willow has a girlfriend.”

 

“Um, did you just say that Willow had a girlfriend?” Angel asked, astonished to hear of Willow’s orientation.

 

“Yes, but I don’t think that is of any importance right now” Giles tried to get the conversation back on track.  “Why are you asking?”

 

“Well, it was part of the vision” Angel explained.  “Delia also said that I was there in the vision.”

 

“Oh” Giles whispered.  He knew that Angel was different from his soul-less counterpart, but he was still not looking forward to seeing him.  “So I am assuming that you are coming to Sunnydale, then.”

 

“I believe that would be the best plan” Angel said.  “I may be able to help find Spike in a way that you can’t.”

 

“Very well” Giles replied.  “When will you be arriving?”

 

“I’ll be leaving as soon as the sun sets” Angel said.  “We will keep looking for answers here until then.”

 

“As will we” Giles stated.  “Will you need a place to stay while you are here?” 

 

“No” Angel said absentmindedly.  He had another plan.  “I have a place to stay.  I’ll call you when I get in.”

 

“Very well” Giles said.  “We’ll talk more when you get here.”

 

They ended the conversation with the usual pleasantries and turned to inform their friends about the situation.

 

Part 20

 

Angel was worried.  First Cordelia’s vision and now the conversation with Giles had him on edge.  And oddly enough, he was not just concerned for Willow, but for Spike as well.  And what did Delia mean about them being together…sexually.  That thought really bothered him, he wasn’t sure why.

 

He packed a bag of things he thought he might need for his trip to Sunnydale.  He made sure to hide the picture of Willow deep in the bottom of his bag.

 

Sunset was coming so he walked out of his suite toward the office to talk to his friends before leaving.

 

“So, you’re going solo?” Gunn asked as Angel walked toward the group.

 

“Yeah” Angel replied.  “I don’t see any reason why everyone should have to go.  I’ll go and check stuff out in Sunnydale.  You guys can stay here and do the research thing.  Maybe with both groups checking stuff out, we can find something faster.”

 

“Very well” Wesley said.  “You will inform us of any changes or new information you might uncover in Sunnydale, won’t you?”

 

“No problem, guys” Angel said.  He was becoming a little impatient.  He was desperate to get on the road and get to Sunnydale.  “I’ll be sure to stay in touch.  See ya’.”  And with that, he headed for the front door.

 

“Hold on just a minute there, Angel Food” came a call from the green, horned demon.  “I think ya’ might be wanting this.”  He walked toward Angel with a small cell phone in his hand. 

 

“Thanks” Angel said, taking it from his hand.  As he started to turn, Lorne stopped him with a gentle hand on his elbow.

 

“Be careful” Lorne said with a look of concern on his face.  “Something odd is going on, but I’m not sure what it is.  This may be more than your normal search and rescue, so be on the lookout, cupcake.”

 

“I will, Lorne” Angel said with a smile on his face.  Lorne always had way to make Angel smile.  “I’ll talk to you soon.”  And with that he headed to his car, wondering why Lorne always insisted on calling him some sort of pastry.

 

***  

 

On the way to Sunnydale, Angel thought about his relationship with his wayward childe and the redheaded witch.  Why was it so important for him to help?  The gang in Sunnydale was more than competent enough to handle a simple missing person’s case.  But this wasn’t simple was it?  Both Willow and Spike were missing and Cordelia had a feeling they were together. 

 

Angel’s head began to pound with some many thoughts.  Finally he passed the ‘Welcome to Sunnydale’ sign.  He couldn’t believe he was back.

 

“Well, here we go” he said to himself as he made his way through the familiar town.

 

Finally he stopped in front of his destination, the mansion on Crawford Street.  It seemed like an eternity since he had last been to the place he used to call home.  He parked the car and walked inside, not sure what to expect.

 

Once he was inside, he took a good look around.  The place looked nice.  The person he left to take care of the place was apparently doing a good job.  Quietly, he called out to see if he was around, “Aaron?”

 

Suddenly he heard someone coming from the other room.  “Yes?” the young minion answered as he came in to stand before Angel.

 

“Hi, Aaron” he said, smiling down at the young minion.  “You’ve done a very nice job keeping the place up.  I appreciate it.”

 

“Certainly” Aaron answered keeping his gaze firmly on the ground. 

 

“Well, I’m sorry I didn’t call ahead” the vampire apologized.  “But I will probably be here for a while.  There are some things I need to take care of here in town, just so you know.”

 

“I’ll make your room up” the minion answered, taking Angel’s bag and quickly running up the stairs to make sure the room was ready, although he had done so already in anticipation of his master’s return. 

 

Angel smiled at the young minion’s eagerness and turned to go meet up with the Scoobie gang and try to figure out a plan to find their missing friends.

 

Part 21

 

Once Willow and Spike had regained their composure, the realization of what they had done hit them.  Willow began to blush as she remembered the things she had said in the heat of passion.

 

“Spike, I…I’m sorry” she started to say, but was suddenly cut off with a soft kiss from the blonde.

 

When he pulled away, he looked her in the eye and said, “Don’t luv, please.  I don’t want you to say you’re sorry or that you didn’t want it to happen.  We both wanted it and it happened.  I’d do it again in a heartbeat…assuming I had one.”  He gave her a stunning smile and she could do nothing but return it.

 

“Ok” she said softly.  “Do you think I could get a drink of water?”

 

“Sure, pet” and with that he slid out of bed to lean over to the small table with their supplies.  He filled a glass with water for the redhead and reached in the cooler to get some blood for him.  He handed her the glass and then turned so that Willow couldn’t see him and quickly drained the bag of blood.

 

“Um, Spike” she started.

 

“Yeah, luv?” he asked with his back still turned.

 

She slowly leaned over and gently touched his back.  “You don’t have to hide from me when you feed” she said quietly.

 

Spike turned to look at the small slip of a girl.  “I just don’t want you to have to see me like that” he said. 

 

Willow giggled at this.  “Spike, I’ve seen you like this plenty of times.  Besides, it doesn’t bother me.  I do know you’re a vampire, you know.”  She giggled and nudged him playfully with her elbow.

 

“Sure, pet” Spike replied.  He wasn’t acting like the Spike she knew.  He seemed almost sad.  There was something that had been bothering her.

 

“Spike?” she asked hesitantly.

 

“Yeah, pet?”

 

“Can I ask you a question?”  When he didn’t protest, she figured that she would just ask.  “Why didn’t you bite me?”

 

“What?” Spike asked, surprised by the question.  “Why would I bite you?  Remember, chip in my brain makes it a little difficult.”

 

“Well” she started, not sure how to approach the subject.  “I read in the Watcher’s Journals that vampires couldn’t…you know…have an orgasm without…blood.”  She felt the heat of a blush washing over her.  It wasn’t like she really wanted him to bite her, but she didn’t want him be left wanting.

 

He giggled at her innocence.  Here she was, laying in bed, chained to him and naked having just had amazing sex and she was concerned about his fulfillment.  “Well, luv” he started, “usually we like to bite.  It is the ultimate high for a vampire.  But I can’t bite you.”

 

“Why?” she questioned.  “Is it because of the chip?”

 

“No” he said, quieter than before.  “It’s because of Angelus.”

 

“Angelus?” That was something that Willow hadn’t expected.  “I don’t…”

 

Spike cut her off quickly by saying, “The pillock is very possessive.  It’s going to be bad enough when he finds out that we shagged.  If I bit you first, he would probably rip my heart out through my asshole.”

 

The visual made Willow shiver.  “Then why would you even chance it?” she asked.  “Is it really worth the punishment?”

 

“Hell, yeah” Spike shouted as he turned toward her.  “That damn sire of mine is going to punish me anyway.  It may as well be for a good reason.”  He finished with a wicked smile.

 

“But, I still don’t understand” she said, confused.

 

“Willow” he said taking her hand.  “You are a remarkable woman and don’t deserve any of this.  Angelus is probably going to hurt both of us, a lot.  You deserve some pleasure and tenderness.  I’m sorry this had to happen to you.  Thought maybe I could give you some happiness before all hell breaks loose.”

 

Willow was shocked.  First, that Spike even knew her name.  Second, that he apparently cared for her.  He didn’t want her to get hurt.  She looked up into his stunning blue eyes and actually saw the sadness mirrored there.

 

“But what about you?” she asked.  “Don’t you deserve some happiness too?”

 

“Me?” he said with a snort.  “I’m the big bad, remember?  I deserve punishment, not happiness, luv.”

 

“Don’t deserve happiness, hun?” she said as she leaned in close to the blonde vampire and brushed his lips with hers.  “So this is all about me, right?”

 

“You got it” he whispered.  Suddenly, he was having a very hard time concentrating with the beautiful girl pressed illicitly up against him.

 

“Ok” she said, with a seductive smile on her face.  “Make me happy.”  Slowly she leaned in and gently kissed him.  Playfully she lightly nipped at his lower lip.  In surprise, Spike gasped, giving Willow the perfect opportunity to take advantage of the man underneath her.

 

Spike was surprised at the girl’s sudden aggressive attack, but he was happy to glimpse at the fire beneath the soft surface.  He found himself being pushed farther down into the bed as the redhead climbed on top of him.

 

“What’cha doing, luv?” Spike asked.  The girl was certainly full of surprises.

 

“You said you wanted to taste me, right?” she said with that same seductive smirk.  “I think I figured out a way for that to happen.”  And with that, she grabbed the iron headboard and pulled her knees up the vampire’s body and settled them on each side of his shoulders.

 

“I always knew you were the smart one” was all Spike was able to get out before Willow lowered her warm center over his waiting mouth.

 

She squealed at the first contact of the vampire’s cool tongue on her warm, wet lips.  He felt so cold compared to the heat threatening to consume her. 

 

He lazily licked her slit, trying to engrave her scent in his brain.  She had a wonderful smell.  It was like a mixture of cinnamon and vanilla and something that was just pure Willow.  And she tasted like heaven on his tongue.  It made him ache to taste her blood, but he knew that for now, that was not possible.

 

The redhead was quickly becoming impatient with Spike’s leisurely pace.  She gasped and ground herself down onto his mouth, hoping for more direct contact.  The blonde stopped her by grabbing her hips.  He pulled away slightly and said “Now, now luv.  Good things come to those who wait.”

 

“Don’t wanna wait” Willow whined, softly.

 

“What do you want, pet?” Spike asked.  He was really beginning to like this side of the little witch.

 

“Wanna cum” she whispered.  Spike decided to take pity on her and sucked her delicate clit between his lips.  He slowly began trace circles around it with his tongue.

 

“Oh, yes!” the girl cried at the sensation.  His attention was so slow, it was almost torturous, but it felt so amazing, she didn’t want it to stop.

 

Spike decided that it was time to take this to another level and slipped a long, slender finger inside her warm core.  Willow’s panting increase and she began roll her hips in time with his questing finger.   Soon a second joined the first and Willow moaned wantonly at the intrusion. 

 

She let go of the headboard and moved her hands to cup her swaying breasts.  She began to pinch and twist the tender buds until they were so tight she thought she couldn’t take it anymore.  She began to grind herself against the vampire demanding more friction and more sensation.

 

The blonde knew she was getting close, so he took one of his fingers and made sure it was coated with her juices.  He slowly began to circle her tight rosebud opening.  She tensed a little, but was enjoying the new feeling.  Soon she began to push back on the finger that was waiting for entrance.

 

When he has sure that she was about to cum, he took her clit into his mouth and sucked hard.  At the same time, he pushed his finger past the tight ring of muscle and entered her tight anus.

 

“Oh, goddess yes!”  Willow cried out.  The culmination of his wicked mouth and undulating fingers had been too much for the young girl and she found herself being taken over with the most pleasurable sensation she had ever had in her young life.

 

Spike continued to lap at her juices as she came down from her powerful orgasm.  He could have sworn that she was even sweeter now than she had been before.

 

Slowly Willow collapsed back down onto the vampire’s cool body and he held her tenderly in his arms.

 

“That was…well…wow!” Willow had tried to express what she was feeling, but there were no words that could even come close to the oblivion the blonde had caused in her. 

 

“Really now?”  Spike replied with a chuckle.  “I think I can second that.  But luv, it looks someone feels left out.”  And with that he looked down at his extremely hard cock.

 

Willow giggled as she reached down and wiped away a glistening drop of pre-cum peaking from the vampire’s cock with her tender fingertip.  She brought it to her mouth and sensually licked it up with the very tip of her tongue.

 

<Cor, does she know what she’s doing to me?> he wondered.

She looked up at him and smiled.  “But I thought this was all about me?” she said innocently.  He may have believed her, if it hadn’t been for the devious smile on her face.

 

“Oh but it is, luv” he replied, suddenly raising up and covering her warm body with his cool one. “It most certainly is.”

 

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