"Go.  Away."
 
Rupert Giles stepped back at the venom in Willow's voice.  He knew of the nightmares the girl was having, and rushed over as soon as Angel called.  He didn't care that it was almost four in the morning.  He had arrived and been let in by Angel, rushing immediately to Willow's side. The girl had looked at him with such haunted dark green eyes and hissed at him to leave.
 
Giles turned his head when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Angel...what's happening to her?"
 
"Let's go talk," Angel motioned to the kitchen.
 
Giles glanced back at the girl, watching as Spike sat down beside her.  He could see the battle Willow was fighting, equally overjoyed and repulsed by the simple motion of Spike pulling her into his arms.  Giles sighed angrily and followed Angel into the kitchen.
 
"What the bloody hell is going on here?"
 
Angel looked up at the former Watcher, seeing Ripper close to the surface.  "I don't know, Rupert, but we need to stop it."
 
Giles noticed the vampire was looking haggared himself.  "Angel..."
 
Angel looked up at the ceiling as if he were contemplating his words before speaking.  He looked back down, fixing his gaze on Giles.  "He is terrorizing her.  Like he always does.  And it's tearing me apart.  I can't do a damn thing about it.  And the demon...even he's angry."

"Why?" Giles asked, returning to his normal calm self.
 
"Because," Angel growled, his eyes tinting yellow.  "I'm terrorizing her...bringing her the delicious pain she feels....but it's not me.  I am angry that someone is using *me* to hurt her."  Angel slammed his fist into the wooden table.
 
Giles swallowed hard, thanking god that the table was made of thick oak.  He stood his ground though.
 
"It's the first time in a hundred years that I actually agree with something the soul believes, and it angers me."  Angel closed his yellow eyes and mentally calmed himself down.  When they reopened, they were the same chocolate brown eyes Giles was used to.  "I am angry that someone is using my demon to terrorize her.  She doesn't deserve that."
 
"Why did she push me away?"
 
"She is scared you will die if you get too close to her."
 
Giles frowned.  "I don't understand," he admitted.  "He's just in her dreams, he can't hurt us in real life, can he?"
 
"No, not in ours.  But her dreams are so real, they are reality to her." Angel sighed.  "Giles, he killed Xander in her dream.  Brought him back. They....hurt her....forced themselves..."  Angel swallowed hard, letting the sentence hang in the air.

"Oh dear god," Giles whispered.
 
*-*-*-*
 
Giles settled into Ira Rosenberg's recliner.  He watched the emotions on Willow's face as Spike held her, gently rubbing her back.  She sat back and watched Spike.
 
"What is it, luv?"
 
"Why are you being nice to me?  In...there...in my other world...you aren't.  You are evil."
 
Spike glanced down.  "There I'm who William the Bloody is."
 
"Yeah.  So why are you defying your demon now, by being nice to me?"
 
"I don't know, pet.  I can't explain it."  Spike glanced up, catching Angel's eye.  The older vampire shrugged a millimeter.  He turned back to Willow.  "Red, I..."
 
She pushed him away.  "You aren't real.  You just aren't real.  You are being too soft."
 
Spike's demon roared.  "Listen, Pet," he said dangerously, "I am being soft because I have to be.  I cannot hurt you like I am in your dreams, because of this bloody chip.  Why are you trying to antagonize me?"
 
She looked up at him, tears in her eyes.  "Spike, I'm so scared.  I don't know...what's happening to me.  I can't....I just can't.  I can't do this anymore."
 
Spike opened his mouth to say something when the door opened.  Buffy, Riley, Anya, and Xander walked in.  Both Buffy and Xander rushed to Willow.
 
"Willow, I..." Buffy started.
 
"No," Willow shook her head.  "Go away, Buffy."
 
Buffy frowned.  "What?"
 
"Go away!"
 
"Willow, I'm trying to help..."
 
"You can't!" she screamed.  "Don't you get it, Buffy?  You can't kill him!  You couldn't then, and you can't now!  GO AWAY!"
 
Buffy stepped back, tears in her eyes.  Giles got up and went to his Slayer, turning her to him.  "Buffy..."
 
"Giles, I...I can't help her."
 
"I know," he murmured.  "As much as it pains me to say this, let her push you away for now.  She is terrified that he will kill you in the dream, as he did Xander.  Angel thinks she feels that if she shows the real world she doesn't want to be near you, then perhaps the demon will leave the two of us alone in her dream world."
 
Buffy looked up at him, tears spilling on her cheeks.  "Is she going to be ok?"
 
"I don't know."
 
They turned back to Willow.
 
Willow looked Xander up and down.  She stood up and touched his face.  Her eyes lit up momentarily, then she scowled.  "You are warm."
 
Xander frowned.  "Of course, I am, Wills."
 
"No, I mean, you are alive.  Go away."
 
"Willow..."
 
"Xander, please," she said softly.  "Just go.  It's too much, seeing you alive, knowing you will be dead soon."
 
Xander looked back at Giles.  Giles nodded his head, motioning for Xander to come to them.  Xander reluctantly walked away from his best friend and joined Buffy and Giles.
 
*-*-*-*

Willow slowly opened her eyes.  She was staring at her ceiling.  The way she acted at the Scooby meeting bothered her, she hadn't wanted to be angry with her friends, but she couldn't help it.  She didn't want to see them dead.
 
"Kitten..." a soft voice purred.
 
Willow looked over and saw Angelus standing there.  She knew it was him, how tall and proud he stood, the way his leather pants molded to his body...
 
She sighed softly, a small smile gracing her features as she saw his cock stir through the pants.  She met his eyes.  "What do you want from me?"
 
He grinned, sitting on the bed next to her.  "Your pain," he replied, running his fingers through her hair.
 
She turned her head into his hand, kissing his wrist.  "Angelus," she said softly, turning back to look at him, "where are your pets?"
 
"William and Xander?"  He shrugged.  "Don't know.  Terrorizing the Slayer, killing some humans, fucking each other...I don't know."
 
A heat ran through Willow as she pictured Spike slamming into Xander, both in game face, both growling as they came.
 
Angelus laughed ruefully.  "I see my little innocent Red likes the idea of my two childer together."
 
She smiled sweetly at him.  "Perhaps."  She pulled away from him and leaned against the headboard.  "So what's your plan?  When are you going to do it?"
 
"Do what?" Angelus asked, licking his lips.
 
"Turn me."
 
*-*-*-*
 
It was time.  She had thrown her head back in ecstasy.  Her neck was so inviting, so pleasing.....begging to be bitten.
 
Angelus ran his tongue over his teeth, enjoying the slight pain from the fangs.  He leaned into Willow and as he slammed his cock into her tight sex, he sank his fangs in her neck.
 
She screamed in sheer pleasure, drawing blood on his back with her fingernails.  He growled, eagerly drinking the sweet ambrosia that was Willow's life.
 
It thrilled her.  The way her heart was racing to keep up with the amount of blood she was loosing, the feel of her life leaving her body. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt.  She cried out softly as she came, her eyes drooping in sleepyness.  "Angelus..." she whispered.
 
He pulled away from her, knowing her life was on the edge.  Either way, Willow was going to die.  All he had to do now was decide if she were going to wake up again or not.
 
He bit into his wrist and pressed it against her mouth.  She eagerly drank from him, knowing that when she awoke again, she would have the demon in her.  She smiled against his wrist, knowing she'd be Angelus' greatest childe.

Darkness surrounded her as she surrendered to her fate.
 
*-*-*-*
 
Willow's eyes flew open as she took a ragged breath.  She felt as if her lungs were going to explode.  She laid still, waiting.
 
When nothing happened, the red head sat up and looked around. Everything was the same in her room, nothing was out of place.  "Time for some fun," she purred.
 
She got up and went to her closet, dropping to her knees.  She dug through the clothes on the floor, only stopping when she found what she needed.

*-*-*-*

 "Thanks, Peaches," Spike murmured, taking the mug of warm blood from his sire.
 
"Sure," Angel said, sitting down next to Spike.  He picked up the remote and started flipping through the channels.
 
Spike watched as the flickering light changed from scene to scene. "What are we going to do now?"
 
"I don't know," Angel said.  "I don't know how much more of this she can stand."
 
Spike glanced at his sire.  "I don't know how much more *you* can bloody stand.  You are an emotional wreck."
 
Angel turned his gaze on his much calmer childe.  "Yeah," he said, rubbing his face.  "I guess that's the beauty of you not having a soul. You don't have to deal with this."
 
"Oooh," Spike chuckled, "don't think that it's not affecting me too. I'm watching her deteriorate, just like I've seen so many girls in the past....  my demon is screaming to help, but I can't.  Bloody chip."
 
"And if you had the chip out?" Angel asked softly.
 
Spike laughed ruefully.  "We wouldn't be sitting here on this couch together.  You would have already staked me a long time ago."
 
Angel covered his face with his hands.  "I don't know what to do anymore, Spike.  I don't know what's happening to her."
 
Spike laughed softly, rubbing Angel's neck.  "This is almost funny, if you think about it."
 
Angel glared at his childe.  "In what way?"
 
"You are the one breaking down, and I'm comforting you.  A hundred years ago it would have been the exact opposite... I was the one breaking down and you were comforting me."
 
"That wasn't me and you a hundred years ago, Spike, that was Angelus and William."  A small smile graced Angel's face.  "Angelus with his two loves....  killing and loving William.  And William, one who was so new, so scared, so in love with his sire..."  Angel pushed Spike's hand away. "We are completely different now, because of this damn soul.  *I* fucking have the soul, and I can't even perform the most basic of vampiric rituals.  And because of the soul pushing me away, you had to live on your own, harden your heart.
 
"A powerful somewhat passionate sire is now on a search for redemption for all the crimes he's performed against humanity.  An adoring boy, so completely devoted to his sire, is now a tough cruel-hearted Master Vampire."  Angel chuckled.  "Who calls his once loving sire Peaches, no less."
 
"Angelus..."
 
Angel turned to Spike.  "Yeah?"
 
"Did you ever love me?  Really?  I know that you loved Darla, and I know you loved Dru.  But did you love me?"
 
A small smile graced Angel's features.  "More than you ever knew.  More than I could ever tell you."
 
Tears filled Spike's blue eyes.  He turned away from Angel.  "I have *got* to get this bloody chip out.  I have got to kill something."
 
Angel sat back, his hands behind his head. < He has Angelus' best quality.  He doesn't want to talk about it when it comes up. >
 
"Angelus...William.  You waited up for me," a soft voice purred behind them.
 
The two vampires turned and gasped.  Willow was at the foot of the stairs, dressed in the leather outfit Angel remembered from Halloween. "Oh, god.  He sired her."
 
Spike frowned.  "What do you mean?  She's got a heartbeat, Peaches, I can hear it."
 
"But she's so lost in her dreamworld, she doesn't know that."
 
"So Red thinks she's a vampire?"
 
Willow's laughter filled the living room.  She walked towards them with a confidence the men had never seen before.  "I know I'm still human, but that won't be the case for long," she purred, running her fingertips along Angel's cheek.
 
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" Spike asked.
 
"I'm not going to change you, Willow," Angel said softly.
 
"No, *you* won't," she said, straddling his lap.  "But Angelus will."
 
"Willow...I..."
 
Willow ran her fingers along the bridge of his nose, between his eyes. "I want the ridges, Angelus.  I want my demon to come out."
 
The demon bucked against the soul, wanting to push forward for the red head.  His soul fought a loosing battle, for he was too exhausted to fight.
 
Willow squealed when Angel vamped.  "Angelus... finally... it's you, and you are real."
 
Angelus grabbed Willow's hips.  "Yeah," he growled, "but the blasted soul will push back through soon."
 
Willow laughed.  "Guess I don't have much time then.  Spike, get off the couch."
 
"What?" Spike asked.  "What the bloody hell is going on, Red?  Are you losing your mind?"
 
Both of them turned to Spike with angry eyes.  "Get.  Off. The. Couch."
 
Spike grumbled and got up, throwing himself into the recliner.  His eyes widened as soon as he realized what was going on.  His Sire and Red were about to have sex!  They were getting rid of the soul!
 
"Wait, I don't think this is such a good idea..." Spike said, even though his demon was pushing forward to bask in the glow of knowing his sire was coming back to him.
 
Willow looked at him.  "Don't worry, William.  Once the soul is gone, Angelus will let me join your family, and then we will find a way to get rid of the chip."  Her lips turned up into a smile.  "And then we will have Slayer blood on our hands."