"WHAT?" Willow wasn't sure she'd heard him correctly. Angelus wanted to
  talk to her about him? And her? Was that "him" and "her" or "him and her" ?
  There'd  never been a "him and her," just a "him and Buffy," so she figured it had to
  be the former.

  "I've been watching you, you know."

  Willow tried to pull her foot back without being too obvious; he'd gone from
  tapping it to lightly rubbing the side of it gently with his finger. She
  found it very distracting.

  "I've been watching all of you. Just looking for the perfect way to pay the
  Slayer back for taking advantage of me and making me her pet vampire." He
  sneered as her spit out the last words.

  <God, he even sneers cute.> Angelus wrapped his hand around her ankle and
  dragged it back towards him, snickering as she gave a little squeak.

  "Yes, I've been watching all of you v-e-r-y carefully. And you know what I've
  decided? You're really the most interesing one of all, little Willow." He
  began to idly trace the bones in her foot with his hand. "The only one worth
  my time, really." He looked up at her shocked expression and smiled.

  "B-b-but-"

  "But Buffy?" She nodded slightly.

  "She's good, I'll grant you that. Probably the best slayer I've ever seen.
  Strong. Fast. Angry. And she's definitely a looker. I have to admit, I've had
  some fun with her since I've been back."

  It took Willow a minute to figure out what he meant. <Oh! He means since
  he's  been Angelus again.>

  "But let's face it, she's not terribly interesting. Bright but not smart.
  Predictable, really." He sighed heavily. "She gets boring after awhile."

  Angelus gave her foot a pat and rolled over on his back and stared at the
  ceiling. Willow tensed. For a brief moment she thought this would be her
  chance to get away.

  "Don't even think about it. You'll never make it to the holy water in time."

  Willow relaxed against the headboard again. She couldn't believe this was
  happening. They couldn't possibly be having this conversation.

  "The Watcher isn't much better. He spends all his time in the library, reading
  prophecies and watching the Slayer sweat. Guess that's why they call him a
  watcher. And Xander? What do you see in that loser, anyway? He follows that
  cheerleader around like a dog on a leash."

  The vampire turned his head slightly to look at Willow. "And then there's
  you."

  She blushed as she felt his eyes run up her body slowly. No man had ever
  looked at her in that way. She'd seen that look on guy's faces when they
  looked at Cordelia or Buffy - evaluating, admiring, wondering - but no man had
  every given her that look. She dropped her face on to her knees, unable to
  bear the weight of that gaze any longer.

  "My sweet, innocent little Willow. The loner who's everyone's friend. Net
  girl. Always thinking. The only one of the group who can put 2 + 2 together
  and get 4. The girl who saves kittens and helps dusts vampires. The sensible
  one. The glue that keeps it all together, giving sympathy, support, or
  scolding, as the need arises. The little virgin dating a werewolf, no less."

  He smiled at her. "Thank God you weren't chosen as the slayer. We'd all be
  dust by now."

  He sat up suddenly and moved a little closer to her. "So many contradictions
  in one package. No, you're not boring, Willow. And you're so very, very good
  and pure, even after growing up on top of the Hellmouth. So pure that you
  almost glow. Tell me, Willow, have you ever done anything really bad?"

  "Well, yes..." She thought a minute. "I stole a pack of gum when I was in 5th
  grade."

  She couldn't believe she'd said that. She'd never told anyone about that. What
  was she thinking!?!

  "You stole a pack of gum?" His mouth twitched at the corners as he repeated
  her crime. She could tell he thought it was funny, and she was annoyed.

  She started blushing again. "Well, I forgot to pay for it, really, but I never
  went back and gave them the money, even after I realized it, because I was
  afraid, and so, TECHNICALLY, I stole it."

  "Willow, Willow, WIllow." Angelus picked up a lock of her long red hair and
  brought it to his face, smelling it, then rubbing it against his cheek. "You
  really are just TOO good to be true. This is going to be more fun than I
  thought."

  Willow's eyes got wide as she considered what that could mean. "I don't want
  you to have fun! At least, not with me! Go have fun with Spike and Drusilla,
  I'm sure they'll like your kind of fun! "

  Angelus dropped her hair suddenly and frowned. "I've had my fun with Spike.
  Roller Boy doesn't even seem to notice when I go off with his little princess
  anymore. He's either given up or become a better actor; either way, it's no
  fun goading the pathetic cripple anymore. And Dru..." He closed his eyes with
  a pained expression. "If I have to spend one more night listening to Dru
  rattle on about the singing stars or being forced to talk nicely to Miss Edith
  I will become as insane as she is."

  His eyes flew open and met Willow's, capturing hers. "No, I think this'll be
  much more fun." He leaned in close, his face inches from Willow's, never
  letting go of her gaze. "How good are you, WIllow? Is there any darkness in
  you at all?"

  "I-" His finger touched her lips, cutting her off, rubbing lightly.

  "Let's find out, shall we? My darkness against your light. Winner takes all."
  Angelus smiled. "But I warn you, Willow, I always win." He leaned in a kissed
  her roughly, his tongue flicking against her lips.

  Before she could say a word, the vampire was off the bed and out the door.
  His voice drifted back to her from the balcony.

  "Let the game begin. Good night, my little WIllow."

  Okay, guys, I know what I think should happen next, but I'd love to hear your
  ideas, too! Let me know what you think!
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