Willow woke up again on the cold floor. The first time she had been knocked out, and this time she had fallen asleep...Willow checked her memory several times before thinking about it. Angelus -- the big bad killer demon in Angel's body -- had put her to sleep by rubbing her back.

Yawning, she pushed herself into a sitting position. She could here voices talking nearby and she stretched as she tried to focus in on them.

"Dru, I'm tellin' you, that bloody wanker's gone soft on us. Again!" Spike was ranting. He sounded mad. Willow could faintly hear his wheelchair spinning across the floor. She could also hear Dru dancing lightly around Spike.

"Daddy's fine. The hacker is for us and Acathla...he'll be gobbling us all up, he will..." Willow opened her eyes and blinked a few times, only to see Drusilla dance out the door. A chair went flying from behind the statue, and Willow was shocked to see that it was Spike's wheelchair.

Willow giggled softly as she imagined Spike lying on the floor, unable to move without his wheelchair. But her laugh got stuck in her throat as she saw Spike walk out from behind the statue.

"Bloody chair doesn't even bloody work," he grumbled as he stalked over to the wheelchair. Willow's jaw dropped as she realized that Spike could walk. The whole wheelchair thing was just a façade he put on to seem vulnerable.

Spike dropped into the chair just as Angelus strutted into the room. The first thing he noticed, however, was that Willow was awake.

"Willow...good, you're up," Angelus said loudly. Spike's head whipped around to stare at her, realizing that she knew. "And it's nine-oh-two...seems like your Slayer is late, little hacker," he chuckled.

"You only wish," came a cold voice from the doorway. An object whizzed through the air, heading towards Angelus. The vamp simply stepped aside and let the stake clatter against the wall next to Willow.

The intruder took a running start towards Angelus, banked to the side, and threw another stake. Another miss. Willow noted with dismay that the room was starting to fill up with vampires.

Angelus laughed. It was amusing to see the Slayer all riled up. He also noted that she wasn't even trying to engage him in physical combat, instead opting to throw stakes at him. Fine, he thought, we can end it now. So much for the mud wrestling.

"Boys," he called out to the vamps, "get the Slayer." At once, Buffy was bombarded with nearly sixty vampires. She began throwing bottles of holy water like grenades, catching two or three with each blast.

No matter how hard she fought, there were too many vamps for her. Within minutes, the Slayer was bound and tied. Angelus snickered as he ordered her chained to the wall next to Willow.

Willow was in shock. Buffy was the Slayer. The Slayer was good. The good guys were supposed to win...weren't they? She didn't notice when two minions came over to her, unchained her, and dragged her over to the statue in the middle of the room.

Buffy struggled and squirmed, but was unable to get out of the layers of ropes and chains she was encased in. They had even gagged her.

The Slayer watched helplessly as Angelus approached Willow. She was still in shock, and Angelus took her hand and helped her up off the floor where the minions had dumped her.

Willow looked into Angelus' eyes as she stood up. Angelus...vampire...bad...

An evil grin spread over Angelus' face. "I will drink..." he said as he reached his hand up to Willow's face. "The blood will wash in me, over me, and I will be worthy to free Acathla." Slowly, he brushed the red hair away from Willow's neck. "Bear witness as I ascend..." He tilted her head to the side with two fingers. "As I become."

Buffy watched in horror as Angelus clamped his fangs into Willow's neck and drank.