I walked in their apartment. . .flat. . .whatever. . .somewhat surprised. It was done very tastefully, with a lot of art and decoration. "Wow," I said softly, turning to Angelus. "Nice place."

"Thank you, love," he replied silkily. I never noticed how seductive his voice could be.

"Well, Xander, would you like to retire to the bedroom?" Spike asked, not wasting any time. He never was patient.

Xander fidgeted nervously. "You aren't going to kill me, right?" he asked softly.

Spike reached out, running his finger along my best friend's jawbone. "Depends on your definition of killing, luv."

"Um. . ." Xander stammered, "other than you draining my blood, or breaking my neck, or something along those lines, I really don't know what other kind of killing there can be."

"Well, I've often heard that an orgasm can be a tiny death. . ." Spike grinned seductively at Xander.

"I. . .uh, I can do orgasms."

"Bloody hell, luv, come on then!" Spike grabbed Xander's arm and drug him into what I supposed was his bedroom.

I looked up at Angelus. "He's not going to kill Xander, is he?"

"No, lover, he won't. He's actually interested in your friend. I haven't seen William want someone that much in quite a while. Other than myself, of course."

Willow sat on the couch. "So the Watcher's Journals are true then. You and Spike did have. . .do have a relationship."

"Of course, Little One. We are Sire and Childe. It is common for a vampire to have relations with his Childe."

I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. "Damn. How did I get us into this? All we wanted to do was see Jesse."

"What do you mean?" Angelus asked me, sitting next to me.

"I did a spell, so we could see ourselves as children, and we ended up here. We weren't supposed to go anywhere, just watch ourselves. But. . ." I sighed again. "I messed it up. Like I always do."

"Now, now," Angelus said. "I'm sure that you don't always mess things up."

I brightened. "I did help Buffy defeat Adam. That was really cool. But um. . .Giles and Xander helped too. But still. . .you know, I did some good."

Angelus smiled at me. It was so hard looking at him like this, and not thinking of Angel. I'd always had a secret crush on Angel, just because he was such a handsome, beautiful man. And I could see that he cared a great deal about Buffy. . .

. . .Buffy. "Oh, goddess," I whispered, tears coming to my eyes. "No, that 's not good."

"What is it, lover?" Angelus asked, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me to him.

"What if we mess up my past? I mean, you know a lot about what happened now, and um. . .you won't fall in love with Buffy now. You know better. Granted, that could be a good thing, because then you won't sleep with her and lose the soul, even if you get the soul now, and she loves you so much, even though she's with Riley now, and goddess, Angelus, I just don't want to change my history like that! Poor Buffy."

Angelus looked amused by my ramblings. He laughed, the sound coming from deep within his chest. "My sweet Willow. How could I ever want another, after seeing your fiery red hair and those green eyes dance?"

"But no! You love Buffy! You do! I know that you do." I stood up and started pacing. "We are so screwing everything up!" I was slowly coming out of the alcohol haze that was wrapped around my mind.

"But, lover, think about this. Your past hasn't happened yet."

"What?" I asked, turning to him. I frowned. "I don't understand what you mean."

"Your past is still over a hundred years in the future. If I never fall in love with your friend, then she won't know what she's missing."

My lip quivered at the thought. "Yea," I said softly, "but she loved you so much. You two were so wonderful together. . .and she deserves to have that chance. Who am I to take it away from her?"

He got up and came to me. He cupped my cheeks in his hands, tilting my face up to his. "Willow, your friend, this Buffy. . .she's the Slayer, am I correct?"

"Yes," I said softly, looking up at him.

"It's not natural for a vampire to love a Slayer. You may be *screwing* with your past by being here, but you are making something drastically wrong right again. And if she caused me to lose my soul and try to kill everyone, then perhaps it is better." He frowned slightly. "I can't believe I just said that, that killing everyone was a bad thing."

"It was a very bad thing," I said softly. "You killed my fish, you tried to kill me. And Spike. . .I can't tell you how many times he's tried to kill us."

He leaned down, brushing his lips against mine. "I don't want you dead, Willow."

"How do you want me, Angelus?" I asked quietly.

He smirked. "I want you in my bed, naked, quivering underneath me."

I shivered at the thought. "Ok," I said softly. "I guess so. I mean, I want you, that much I know, but I just. . ." I still had apprehensions. It was too late to change what was going to happen now. I knew that my past would be drastically different. But being with Angelus. . .Master Vampire with no soul. . .as much as I wanted it, that terrified me. "You won't hurt me, will you?"

"Not at first, lover. Not until I know you can handle the pain."

I blinked in surprise. "But. . .But. . . I don't want any pain," I whimpered.

"Don't worry, lover," he said, after leaning down to whisper in my ear. I shivered. His cold breath was wrecking havoc on my senses. "I won't make it more than you can handle."

I closed my eyes. "I want you, Angelus. I want you inside of me." I want you inside of me? Since when did I become this. . .this. . .wanton? It must be a side effect of time travel. Yea. That's it. I was losing my mind.

"That is one request I'd be happy to grant." He picked me up, causing me to squeal with delight. He carried me into his bedroom. I shivered in anticipation. How would sex with a vampire be different than it was with Oz? And how would sleeping with a known maniacal killer be different than sleeping with someone who was caring and kind, and had a soul?

And how would. . .my thoughts stopped abruptly when Angelus started to kiss me.